It Suits Me: Chapter 16 (Patreon)

I closed the door to my room again and looked at the Amy and Maya dolls making out silently as commanded. “Okay you two, stop that, stand up, and act normal.”

“Oh, that's boring,” Amy whined as she licked Maya's thigh one last time.

“Can you fill me in on everything I missed?” Maya said. “I feel like I walked into a movie halfway through.”

“I hope not. I hope the movie ends tomorrow,” I said before retelling the story of Maria versus Diana.

When I got to the point where Diana agreed to be turned into a doll (dollified?) she asked, “Mannequin? That could be cool. Turn me into a mannequin.”

“And how do I do that besides telling you to act like one?”

“I don't know. You can turn living humans into some kind of silicone or polyvinyl plastic doll, that can talk, and you can turn them into a lycra-like body stocking. Why can't you turn us into a hollow, plastic display mannequin?”

“Okay, point taken. But that still doesn't answer how?”

“I don't know. Just command me to be a mannequin,” she said. “I'll just pose like a store mannequin.”

As she did so, I shrugged. “Maya, transform into a hollow, plastic mannequin.”

“Holy shit,” Amy said as Maya's artificial skill lightened and hardened into a glossy plastic sheen. Joint cuts appeared at her shoulders, neck, wrists, waist, her left foot, and her right thigh.

“Amy, transform into a marble statue.”

“Wh--”, she tried to say before her body turned into a white marble statue.

Maya looked like a normal mannequin while the look of shock on Amy's face made her look like a victim of an ancient Grecian mythical gorgon. As I was looking at them and feeling their texture there was a knock on my bedroom door and Joel stepped in.

“Hey, Barry, is everyone gone y-- Are you fucking kidding me?”

“I'm surprised too.”

“What does this? Sucking on your toes? Eating your hair?”

“No, I just told them to transform and they did.”

“Holy fuck, Barry. You’ve become some kind of god.”

“It's not as useful as it seems. I can't do anything to you, for example. Unless you gave me a blowjob first.”

“Could you make someone stronger? Faster? Smarter? Fatter? Thinner?” He stepped into the room and reached out to touch Amy. He paused and looked me in the eye first. I nodded.

“I have no idea. Volunteering to be my guinea pig?”

“Fuck no. If you ever do find you can do some of those things, I might line up to be improved.”

“Love who you are, I always say.”

“You never say that. I've never heard you say that.”

“I always say that from now on.”

“Can't they hear us?”

“I suppose so. They can hear us as dolls. And they were dolls when I transformed them.”

“What if they only turn into sex dolls when they blow you because that's what you wanted?”

“When Amy surprised me with a blowjob I was not expecting her to turn into a sex doll.”

“But, what if deep down, that's what you wanted? Your power might have picked something you'd find most appealing.”

“But what if statues were my favorite thing? How would I have ever restored the first statue, Amy, to normal if I needed to have sex with a solid statue? There are no orifices on this statue of Amy.”

“You are assuming it is the act of sex that restores them and not something simpler like it's just your cum. Or again. It might just be your desire. Maybe you could just tell Amy to be human and it would end your influence.”

“That is a frightening thought.”

“Isn't it?”

“Are you some demon from hell trying to make me more evil?”

“Not at all. Though if you were to make Amy like me again, I wouldn't be upset.”

“I'm not crossing that line.”

“For now.”

“Get out. Wait. Why'd you come in here in the first place?”

Joel paused for a moment, “I'm not sure I should ask now. I know this girl who's into roleplay. She might be interested in being a doll. Can I ask her?”

“When did you find a girlfriend?”

“Last weekend,” Joel said. “That's why I was all excited to take off on Friday.”

“You barely know this girl and you want to tell her my weakly guarded secret.”

“I've known her since we were seven years old. She's finally given in to my overtures.”

“Way to go.”

“Thanks.”

I sighed. “Okay. Don't mention me by name. Don't promise her anything just float the idea out there.” I paused before adding. “If it's been years to get her to date you, how are you going to convince her to basically have sex with another guy.”

“I was hoping you wouldn't notice that.”

“Oh? What were you hoping?”

“In addition to roleplay, she's told me in the past she's into threesomes involving two guys. So, it wouldn't be too weird for me to introduce her to a guy that would have sex with us.”

I laughed. He was trying to sell this as a great idea but his face showed that he knew he was way out on a limb here. “Sure.”

“Sure?”

“Sure.”

“You don't have a problem with that.”

“Why should I?”

“Uh...”

“There's a chance if we do that you end up a doll, too.”

“Wh...”

“Or instead.”

“You wouldn't.”

“Sex is messy, you know.”

His mouth opened like he was going to say something. Watching someone's brain lockup never gets old. When he could think again, he just left my bedroom.

I turned around and was confronted by the statue and mannequin standing in my room. I looked at the clock and saw that it was almost midnight.

“Amy, stop being a statue.”

Nothing happened.

“Amy, transform back into a doll.”

Color flowed over the statue and a few seconds later Amy was a doll again. “Woah, that was trippy.”

“What was?”

“I was stone. It was hard to think. Did Joel come in? I think you spoke to him but I couldn't follow the conversation. It was really fast.”

“Interesting. Yes, you were a marble statue for a good twenty or thirty minutes. And I did talk to Joel. I thought you were aware of what was going on.”

“Only vaguely aware. I felt it when you and presumably Joel touched me. But it was distant. It felt nice but it was so fast I couldn't react to it.”

“Are you saying one should stroke their marble toys long and slow?”

She laugh-snorted, “Yes. That's what I'm saying.” She looked at Maya and ran her fingers in a circle around the tip of her breast. “I wonder how she feels this touch.”

“Joel said something interesting. He said that the reason you became a doll the first time I got a blow job was that somehow that was a form that I wanted you to take. And once that became established, it's now the default. But, maybe other forms are possible during the blow job.”

“Interesting. I still think it is just your cum and the blowjob isn't the important part.”

“I don't want to think that.”

“Why not?”

“Because then my cum could be weaponized and used without my involvement.”

“Oh.” She said. “Oh. That is disturbing. But, it does follow my thought that it's your cum that is important. Your saliva makes wearable body stockings and your cum makes automatons.”

“Fuck.” I said. “If that's the case, what does my blood do?”

“You tell me.”

“I fear to find out.” I said. Before she could respond I added. “Activate MaidBot programming.”

She immediately stood up straight at attention. “MaidBot activated.”

“That will be all for the night. Go recharge.”

“Yes, sir. Shutting down for recharge.” She moved into the corner of the room and her head nodded forward as she froze in place for the night.

“I'm sure you have lots of ideas as well, don't you, Maya?” I picked up the mannequin and set it down next to Amy. “Well, we can talk about that tomorrow. I need some sleep.”

I changed into my night clothes, turned out the lights, and went to bed.

* * *

My alarm went off. It was Monday morning and I had class in half an hour. I grabbed my toiletries and took a shower. When I returned to the room I said, “Maya, transform back into a doll and try not to shout.”

As she could move again she made a few moaning noises that were not shouts but should have been. “That was amazing. Tell Amy her touching me was over the moon in terms of turning me on. I need sex.”

“I don't have time.”

“Then why did you restore me?”

“I wanted to know if you wanted to be human today or not.”

“Not. Just command me to hide my doll nature and I'll go to my classes. If you could also command me to pay attention in class that would be cool too.”

“Okay, get dressed, spend the rest of the week as you would if you were human. Make sure no one finds out you are a doll. Pay attention in class and take good notes. Do your homework in a timely manner. Don't bother seeking me out until tomorrow.”

“Oh, you're mean.”

“Get going.”

Fully clothed, she rushed out.

“MaidBot.”

She stood up at attention. “Charge complete. Yes, Sir.”

“Let me speak to Amy.”

The timber of her voice changed and Amy said, “What do you need?”

“Do you have classes today?”

“No, I am a sophomore. I managed to arrange my classes so I have a three day week. Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday.”

“So you're staying here today.”

“If you'll have me.”

“Fine. MaidBot?”

Her voice reverted to the semi-mechanical sound. I realized that maybe that sound meant she actually was transformed into a bot of some kind. “Yes, Sir.” The bot said.

“Put your uniform on. Finish cleaning this entire dorm room. When you are done, return to your charging station and wait for further instruction.”

“Yes, Sir.” She started getting dressed.

I left for my early morning class. Classes were boring as they had been for the last week or so. Jessica did not attend the one class we shared and that reminded me that the stakes had been raised in what had started out as something of a lark.

I was leaving the cafeteria after lunch when a gorgeous woman of obvious well-means asked me, “Are you Barry?”

“Prentice?”

She offered her hand for a handshake so we did. “I've been trying to find you since Saturday.”

“Yes, should we go somewhere to talk?”

“I know a place.” We started walking toward Greek Row, a street where most of the on campus Greek societies had houses.

“I was in my room most of the weekend.”

“I never go into the dorms.” The way she said dorms indicated a somewhat snobby demeanor.

“Why not?”

“Daddy paid for two of them and I believe he was ripped off.”

“Which ones? I only know the Freshmen dorm.”

“Oh, that place is older than dirt. I believe his next big donation is earmarked for demolishing it and putting up a better facility.”

“Which will still be subpar, according to you.” As I said this, I noticed we were being followed by a man you seemed out of place on a college campus. He was maybe forty years old and wearing a business suit.

“You are catching on.” She watched where my eye was looking. “Very good. You found my bodyguard, Simon. Give him a wave. He hates that.”

I gave him a little wave and I could clearly see the disgust on his face from here. “You have a bodyguard.”

“I do. Daddy insists.”

“I've never met someone with a bodyguard before.”

“I suppose you haven't,” she said matter-of-factually. “He's my third bodyguard. I had my first when I was eleven at boarding school in Europe.”

“That must have been...”

“...Dreadful. They aren't lax like they are here in the States. I had to actually learn stuff there.”

“Dreadful indeed.”

She laughed, “You're making fun of me.”

“Only a little.”

Turned out Greek Row was not our destination. We turned into one of the commuter parking lots and an upscale German car was waiting for us. A man wearing a suit was standing next to the open rear passenger side door.

“Good afternoon, Ms Smythe,” he said with an eastern European accent as he helped her into to the vehicle.

“Good afternoon, Illya. This is Barry Green.”

“Good afternoon, Mr. Green,” he said without extending a hand to help me in. Thank goodness.

“Yes, good afternoon to you,” I said.

He closed the door behind me and went around to the driver's seat. Simon sat down in the front passenger seat and once he was buckled up, Illya drove away.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“My apartment. It's not far. It's on Market Street.” That was not that far from campus. She did not speak during the ride there. We pulled up in front of a ritzy hotel. A doorman opened the door to the car as we stopped and I got out.

She followed, “Good afternoon, William.” She said as she took his offered hand.

“Good afternoon, Ms. Smythe.”

We walked into the lobby and she greeted the concierge, two of the bellboys, and the front desk clerk by name before leading me to the elevator. A bellboy accompanied us onto the elevator and she handed him a door keycard. The bellboy, Carl, I think, put the card into a slot on the elevator control panel and pressed the top floor button. The bellboy strode off the elevator first. We were in a small windowless space with two doors on either side. One door was labeled “Suite A” and the other “Suite B”. The bellboy went to Suite A and used the keycard to open the door. He stepped in and stood by the door as we followed him. He handed the keycard to Prentice and said, “Will that be all?”

“Yes, Tommy. Thank you.”

“Not at all, Miss.” He said as he closed the door behind him.

The room was palatial. We were in a living room the size of the entire room I shared with Joel three times over. There was open archway into a full kitchen. And two open doors that revealed bedrooms beyond them.

“You couldn't get the whole floor?” I said.

She looked at me funny, then laughed. “You mock me again.”

“This is mock-worthy. What do you need this whole suite for?”

“Entertaining.”

I looked at her and said. “Really?”

“And showing off. You are not like the other people on campus.”

“How so?”

“You don't kowtow to me.”

“Should I?”

“Fuck, no. I hate it.” She flopped down into a chair and I sat across from her. “People think I'm the evil princess who will destroy their lives on a whim.”

“Won't you?”

“Takes more than a whim,” she said with a smile. “Seriously. For example, I had to pledge Delta Ep because father's sisters and mother pledged there. I don't give a crap about the Greeks. I never even go to the house any more.”

“What about the vote today?”

“What about it? Maria's probably got it all sewn up somehow. You're involved so the scheme is probably a hundred times more involved than it needs to be.”

“You sought me out.”

“Yes, I did.” She was looking at me like cat looks at a mouse.

“You must like Maria since she doesn't kowtow to you.”

“She does. Her I like kowtowing. She begged me to do her a favor so she could gain your favor.”

“Begged?”

“Well, she asked but she seemed desperate when she did.”

I shook my head. “How did she dig her claws so deeply into you?”

“What do you mean?”

“You are a filthy rich woman who's about to debase herself for someone she hates to attain a goal that does absolutely nothing for you. How is that fucking possible?”

“How dare... How...” I could see the wheels spinning in her head. “How is that possible?”

“Say it out loud. Why am I here?”

“I was going to give you a blowjob as a favor to Maria. What was I thinking?”

“Indeed.”

“Why did you point this out to me before I did it?”

“I'm not a user of people like Maria is.”

“That fucking bitch.” She stood up and paced like a caged lion.

“What does she hold over you?”

She stopped mid-stride and sat down again. “I have no idea.”

“Arctic Armadillo.”

Her head dropped down and she visibly relaxed into a trance.

“Fuck,” I whispered to myself. Aloud, I said, “Can you hear me, Prentice?”

“Yes.” She said slowly.

“What does Maria possess that makes you do things for her?”

“Photographs.”

“What's in the photographs?”

“Me. Naked.”

“That's it?”

“No, there's four or five guys cumming on me. They have their dicks in my face and I'm smiling as they unload on me.”

“Where did she get these photos?”

“I don't know.”

“Did you want five guys to cum on your face?”

“Yes.”

I think I raised an eyebrow at that. “Why?”

“It turns me on.”

“Was it Maria's idea to have a bunch of guys cum on your face?”

“We were talking about our kinks and I mentioned that turned me on. She said she could arrange it.”

“Why did you agree to do it?”

“I don't know. I said, 'No,' at first. She was very convincing I guess. I thought we were friends when it happened.”

“I'm going to count to three. When I reach three you will wake up and you will remember everything we just discussed. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“One, two, three.” I snapped my finger needlessly on three.

“How did you do that?”

“Maria hypnotized you and then took pictures of you in the compromising situation she put you into so she could blackmail you.”

“She said she was teaching me a meditation technique. I was humoring her.” The wheels were spinning in her head. “It was only a month or so later that she turned on me. Showing me those photos. And she mocked me. Asking if I thought they were hot. And they are. But then she's like will Daddy think so when they go up on the Internet?” She started crying.

“I'm sorry, Prentice.”

“You didn't do anything.” She sobbed.

I got up and sat down next to her. She leaned into me and lay her head on my chest. She sobbed. I said, “There, there,” and similar useless soothing things. After a while she stopped. “Better?” I asked.

“Not really. But good enough to stop crying in a stranger's arms.”

I let her go and she sat up. I stood up. “I should leave.”

“No, you can't.”

“I'm not getting a blowjob from you. Not today.”

“But if Maria finds out...” She reached for me awkwardly, her cat-like grace completely gone.

“I'll handle her. Are you even going to the election today?”

“I have to.”

“Maria?”

“Yes. And she will ask if I did the favor for her.”

“Say you did.”

“She will know. She always knows.”

I was not sure what to do. Thankfully my phone rang. “Hello?”

“We should meet at Roxie's soon so you can do what you have to do to Sophia and me,” Diana said.

“What time is it?”

“Almost four.”

“Okay. I'll be there shortly.” We hung up.

“You can't leave,” Prentice said.

“Why not?”

“I have to. I have to do what Maria said.” It pained her to say that or she was a great actress. I was not sure.

“No, you don't.”

“Yes, I do,” she said as tears started to well up in her eyes.

She pulled out her phone and held down a side button.

The door to the room opened. Simon was standing there.

“He needs to be detained,” she told him.