A Girl and Her Doll by rubberfrills
This is a story I commissioned a while ago on Fiverr of all places. The writer claimed to have experience with TF writing and I was all too eager to pose a challenge. It’s a huge chunk of text but I hope you enjoy it. The style is… unusual to say the least, and I have to say I had a lot of issues with how this turned out but nevertheless the author was able to cover all the themes I wanted them to. I did a bit of rewriting in parts but they shouldn’t really stand out.
A young man walked at a brisk pace as the sun began to set over Tokyo. His intended destination was a nearby karaoke bar, tucked nicely in an alley only the locals would know of. The young man wasn’t too eager to be on display in front of his friends embarrassing himself as he sang in tandem to a cheesy western pop song, but he and his friends were only in Japan for a week and they wanted to make the most out of their time. At a distance he blended in rather well in comparison to the lifelong residents of Tokyo’s urban sprawl: a little on the short side, with a thin build, and most ear-length black hair. With a white button down shirt, and dark trousers, and shiny black shoes he would certainly pass for an expat salaryman returning home from another hard day at the office. So far the young man had truly enjoyed his time in Japan; he particularly loved the aesthetics of the Japanese culture; the way things were made small; not to mention how nearly every item for sale, no matter how mundane, had a cute ‘moe’ mascot to go with it. There was something incredibly boyish and silly about the Japanese culture; both highly capitalistic and built for tourism, but still with a lot of charm from an admittedly xenophobic society. For the young man there was something kind of fun about being the annoying gaijin tourist; he quite enjoyed the extreme politeness of every single person in the service in the industry though he tried not to impose on them too much.
The street was lit by countless neon signs, contrasting starkly with the orange-red sky above. He had lost his way for a minute having gone too far down one road that led to a dead end due to construction work being done. But thanks to an app on his phone he had found his way again and knew he had just two more blocks to go to reach the place.
It was whilst he stood there, feeling relieved that he glanced to his left and saw something which made him smile inwardly: a sex shop. Sure, there were sex shops back home too, but this was a Japanese sex shop. After the Germans, the Japanese essentially invented what it meant to be a pervert.
It wasn’t a particularly boutique sex shop either. The board above the store depicted a smiling ‘moe’ girl with big love hearts by her head. Inside each heart there was some Japanese writing that, if the young man had to guess, indicated the opening and closing times. There were three side-by-side vending machines in the front, one of which was selling women’s panties. “Amazing” - he chuckled to himself.
“We are very welcome to every buyer” - read as section of the moe-mascot’s speech bubble in English. “We are awaiting all of your expert questions”.
Right, thought the young man, like which isle can I find the body pillows?
He sighed. Boy would he love to just take a quick look to see what kind of stuff would be sold in there… It would make for a nice story to share with his friends. He wouldn’t buy anything, of course, but what’s the harm in looking? He was a foreign man in a foreign land. After a quick glance down the street which would lead him to the karaoke bar, he decided his friends could start without him for a song or two.
Looking both ways just to be on the safe side, the young man crossed the street and tried not to look too eager as he entered the shop.
The inside was what he expected. It had an old charity shop kind of feel to it. Many of the items for sale seemed to be second-hand, particularly the lingerie and dresses on racks near the cramped front counter. The only real colour in the store came from the products on the shelves; some of which had been there for so long the packaging had begun to fade.
Before the young man let himself navigate the tiny sex shop he looked over to the cashier waiting quietly behind the counter. She looked almost too cute and wholesome to be working in a rundown seedy sex shop like this, with a diminutive figure and black hair styled in an adorable shaggy bob cut. It seemed perverse that she would know the answers to so-called “expert questions”. Without realising it the young man had inadvertently stood looking at the cashier girl daydreaming her as the lead in a JAV porn video; she definitely had the pretty face and large breasts for it. She was wearing a branded top for the store that hugged her ample bosom, and the denim jeans she wore hugged her generous hips tightly.
The young man looked away from her, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. He scanned the shelves in the middle aisle. It was very cramped and claustrophobic, and the odd smell of long-kept cardboard and plastic filled the place. He shuddered. This was quickly turning out to be a lot less funny than he had expected.
“Thud!”. He turned around to see a cardboard box on the floor, fallen seemingly for no reason from its shelf. Sighing, he glanced over in the direction of the cashier girl and went to pick up the thing. It was a sex doll of some sort, or at least that’s what he thought, examining the writing on the box. It was all colourful kanji characters almost obscuring the photo of the merchandise: a red-headed anime girl, or at least some strange facsimile of one: a comically wrinkly inflatable torso with a head that had the firery red hair and big, droopy eyes printed on it. He scanned the aisle for the spot where the box fell from. As he found it, he gasped.
In the second row of endless sex doll boxes, he saw a glimpse of a too-familiar character. Hurriedly putting the red-headed doll back into its place he retrieved his find. There was no mistake: even with large anime eyes and stylised manga-like appearance he would recognise Mercy anywhere. But here, as a cheap sex doll? The copyright owners hardly authorised this piece of merhandise.
The young man could tell this product was a bad knock off. There was something crude and off about the changed design, that was obviously made to be more sexualised; taking a typically Caucasian style character and giving her a more anime appearance. In English the words “Mercy Sex Doll” were written along the bottom of the front of the box. On the back, there were two sections of writing; one with Japanese characters, and the other in English.
The English read: “She is waiting for you. Mercy Sex Doll has good feeling mouth hole for good fuck. Vagina hole made for cock also for very good fucking. Will bring long pleasure for enjoyment”.
Again the young man found himself smiling. The packaging was so awful it became kind of endearing. Whoever manufactured this thing didn’t even bother with substituting ‘Mercy" with some generic name; not that it would help much, given the winged woman’s distinct appearance. It was a shame because he probably would have bought it…but there was nothing inside; which was strange considering the box, though a little faded in colour, looked as if it had hardly been touched.
The only other quickly identifiable writing repeated several times on the box, on the front, back, bottom and sides, were the words: Do Not Open, all colourful slap-on stickers that weren’t part of the original design.
This seemed redundant now, since there wasn’t actually anything in the box, besides something small that was sliding around in there. The young man wondered if it would even really be considered stealing if he walked out of the store with the box, since it was empty and valueless without the product it was meant to contain.
Still, those words did seem to bare some weight. “Do Not Open”.
The young man took a glance down the narrow isle and saw the cute cashier girl was rearranging some onaholes beside the counter.
He took his chance and tugged open the bottom end of the box, which didn’t want to open easily. His fingers pried open the lid and a small piece of plastic fell out. The young man knelt down to pick it up, and saw that the packet on the inside was actually a little bag containing a one-time squirt tube of lube.
It was as the young man stood holding the doll box in his left hand, and the tube of one-squirt lube in his right, that something sudden and incredible began to happen to him. The man felt something cool and slimy against his right forearm; his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows having left his forearm exposed.
He could see that there was some kind of white goo on his right forearm now. His first thought was that there must be paint leaking from somewhere in the sex shop, but a quick glance around showed no sign of any paint, and he couldn’t smell any either.
The white goo on his forearm resided there as a small unmoving blob. The young man put the lube and the box on the shelf where he had found it, and then with the fingers of his left hand, he touched the white goo. The substance didn’t stain his fingers like he thought it would, instead it seemed to resist his touch as if it had already dried onto his forearm. This confused the young man who now saw to scratching at the spot of white goo as if it were a fake tattoo he was sick of looking at. The white substance continued to resist him. The goo reminded the young man of the kind of plastic used for inflatable pool toys; beach balls and, he realised with sudden clarity like a bell chiming in his mind: blow up sex dolls.
Several seconds passed as the young man tried to pry the goo off his forearm, but he soon realised the more he tried to get it off, the more he was helping it spread both up and down his arm. The fat white glob spread and thinned, as if his finger were a brush easing it across the canvas that was his right forearm. The young man was perplexed, but not yet alarmed, as the white substance didn’t hurt, or feel particularly uncomfortable.
Now the white substance had spread like tight latex across his forearm then, impossibly, the fabric of his white rolled up shirt sleeve began to blend into the white substance as well!
The young man’s eyes opened wide as he realised something strange and perhaps even magical was taking place. He felt groped at the smooth rubbery surface that grew steadily tighter around his forearm and upper arm; the fabric of his shirt shoulder sleeve felt as if it were being gripped firmly by a cool invisible hand.
For a moment the young man considered asking the cashier girl for help, but he thought better of it as he moved deeper along the sex shop and round the corner to where a whole range of vibrators and dildos were stacked on shelves, some in boxes, others kept behind a plastic cabinet which could be slid aside.
Up until this point the young man had been able to remain a good deal of his composure at this seemingly impossible thing occurring to him. Now genuine worry was beginning to sit in as the goo spread around to his inner arm; the colour changing in this area to an eye-catching orange. The young man watched with dismay as the orange colour spread even further with the colour bleeding into yellow near the top his right arm. The yellow stopped by his elbow again changing and bleeding into a dark brown that was almost black. This colour spread all the way down to his wrist, until it looked as if he were wearing brown latex gloves.
The young man tried prying the substance off again but now found the goo clung to his arm and hand so tightly it was almost as if it were a second skin. There was something precise and mesmerising about it and even in his increasingly distressed state, he couldn’t help but appreciate and admire it in some small way as he spread his fingers apart and examined his shiny brown hand.
“What even is this?” the young man muttered.
It was then the strange goo spread even more across his body, with much greater speed. In a matter of seconds he could feel the substance spread across his back, at first feeling cool like plastic, but then tight as if he were being forcefully placed into a latex outfit. The muscles in his arms and back strained against the tightness, but there was little he could do as the substance snaked along his left arm, spreading and forming in a matter of seconds; the colours bleeding in a mirror of how they were on his right arm. In less than thirty seconds the young man’s arms were both covered in the latex-like goo and were connected along his upper back.
“W-wow…” muttered the young man. There was something incredibly exciting about this. The way his arms shined and looked sleek made him think that he might be gaining some kind of super suit or super power. There was little he could do, if anything, to stop the continued spread of the rubber. It traveled across his chest, and down his back until it hugged his entire torso like it did his arms. Again, the fabric of his shirt was pressed down by this substance. He gasped as the coolness spread downwards, enveloping his whole body. In less than a minute it spread over every inch of his frame save for his neck and head. His clothes were replaced by this latex-like substance.
Strangely, he could feel the sex shop floor on the soles of his feet. How was this possible? He was just wearing this rubber suit…but somehow it had literally become like a second-skin to him. The young man didn’t have long to ruminate on this because his body began to change very drastically in the next instant.
He felt a sudden pressure in his hips ad they began to gradually widen. The young man pressed his hands against his sides and could feel them widening little by little, bringing out a feminine shape to his lower body. His gut felt strange, and soon he understood why: his waist was becoming narrower; this, combined with his widened hips, left no doubt in his mind that he was becoming much more feminine. It was as this occurred that he finally understood something of what was occurring. The colours of the latex-like substance that clung to him like a second skin, and was continuing to alter his body, now looked to be some kind of Mercy costume, a latex Mercy cosplay outfit. And whereas his body wasn’t shaped femininely to make the outfit look right, it seemed the latex-like substance was altering him to fit it anyway!
Feminine fat slowly filled the young man’s thighs and behind. Panicking, he groped his bosom, feeling the latex-on-latex as his butt swelled larger in size. He let out a grunt of discomfort as his chest began to stretch and swell with a pair of breasts forming on his chest. However, no sooner were there a pair of breasts on his chest, the shape and nipple as clear to see as if they were merely covered in body paint, the latex-like substance took on more of a breastplate armour shape particular to Mercy’s signature costume. Likewise, the latex all over transformed and layered until it was nearly identical to what Mercy’s costume would be like in reality.
Was he becoming Mercy? The young man’s entire body from the neck down was truly feminine, shaped as if he were wearing a near-perfect Mercy cosplay; from her heeled boots, to the yellow fabric – though rubbery like every other part of this strange substance – hung in front of his crotch. The young man felt a sudden intense pressure between his legs, as if a hand were firmly squeezing his balls. He let out a tempered gasp of discomfort as his rubber-covered hands reached and pressed heavily against the plastic shelves on either side of him. He couldn’t fully extend his arms because it was so cramped. He kept his left arm fixed against the plastic display case whilst his right hand groped between his legs, moving the length of rubbery fabric out of the way. He felt his crotch, and he gasped as he felt the yielding mound of a pussy between his legs; again seemingly covered in the same rubber-like substance.
The young man drew his hand back, both shocked and scared by the flood of alien and pleasurable sensation from that newly hyper-sensitive place.
In the same instant he yanked his hand back the young man felt the strange substance reach up his neck and around his jaw; and then finally it covered his entire face, momentarily blinding him before he could see again. He stumbled back in a panic, his back hitting the plastic cabinet behind him hard enough to send a crack along it. His back hurt as he just managed to stop himself falling to the ground. Very carefully he eased himself upright to a standing position. He had no mirror to be sure, but now he felt his face he could feel it shaped with plump lips, and feminine cheekbones; yet still the same strange substance as before; like wearing a Mercy-mask as a second skin.
A large piece of the white substance, now his hair, drooped down, obscuring some of his vision. He reached up and felt this new hair, again rubbery, but yielding to his touch also. As he stood with his legs apart he could see the faint image of himself in the plastic case: every part of him had become a rubber, doll-like Mercy!
He had her long slender legs, her perfect poised body, and her pretty face. It was impossible for him to stand in a way that wasn’t feminine at this point. If the changes stopped here then maybe the young man would have found a way to live with and roll with what had happened to him. But the changes were far from over.
A faint hissing sound filled the air. The young man wondered where it was coming from, but whilst he couldn’t find its source; he quickly discovered what it meant. His body was swelling up even more! Or rather, his insides were becoming lighter, the internal organs and bones and all the tendons that made him who he was on the inside were being replaced by nothing but a strange gas!
“N-no…” he whimpered, but there was little he could do as he felt his arms and legs gradually spreading apart. For the first ten seconds of the change he was able to move his arms and legs around despite the increasing stiffness; but as the air continued to replace his insides he quickly found any movement incredibly difficult. He tried so hard to hug his own torso, if only to resist what was happening to him in some small way. But the strength to resist the change was leaving his body, and in under a minute his arms and legs parted. He fell back, unable to stand upright by his own strength anymore. Fortunately, due to the cramped confines of the sex shop, he fell back only a small distance, remaining mostly propped up against the display behind him.
His arms were at an angle now, fixed robotically in front of him with his elbows at his sides. His face was one of the few things that could still move; he looked down at his hands which he could see were becoming like rubber mittens!
He realised then where this was all going. He wasn’t just becoming some kind of rubber-costumed Mercy; he was becoming Mercy as a blow-up doll! He felt a small pair of angel wings sprout from his back; but they came out small and oddly shaped, like little nimbus clouds; propping him up to an upright position he had no control over.
“Oh.” said a voice from ahead of the young man. He could see the cute cashier girl was standing there looking at him with a surprised look on her face.
“Help me!” the young man said, his mouth and face feeling increasingly stiff.
The cashier girl sighed, “Stupid foreigner.” She said, “Should have read warning on box.”
“Wh-what do you mean?!” said the young man in a very panicked voice. The only part of him that he had any control over now was his face, and even this felt stiff and unresponsive around the ears and chin in a way that told him that his face would soon be as inanimate as the rest of his body.
He felt the cashier girl take hold of his arms. Her finger tips pressed into his inflated shoulders with ease, and she lifted him up like the inflatable Mercy doll he now was.
“You open box.” said the cashier girl, looking at him the way a parent would when delicately scolding a child, “You should read warning on box.”
Her English wasn’t very good, but there was something incredibly cute about the way she said each word carefully, remembering the English lessons she had at school, and the many conversations she must have had with gaijin customers during her work.
“Please I don’t know how this h-happened, b-but I need to g-get help.” said the young man, stammering from fear of being stuck as he was for the rest of his life.
If the cashier girl was paying attention to what he was saying she didn’t show it. Instead, she placed her right hand gently against his left cheek then with her other hand she groped at the halo attached to his head. She yanked on it hard, and in so doing the young man’s inflated neck folded in on itself, giving him a new view of his own inflated body displayed before him, as well as the cashier girl’s large bust caged in her work shirt.
The young man heard a giggle break out from the cashier girl’s lips just as she pressed her bust into his face. Whilst her breasts felt warm and soft, and taut inside her work shirt, the fatty tissue of her tits heaved much more solidly than the young man’s inflated head and neck. His vision went dark as her breasts pressed against his flat eyes, nose, and mouth. She continued to tug and play with the halo on his head, examining it curiously, and perhaps just because she enjoyed having a leash-like object which she could tug nice and hard to get a reaction out of him. She tugged the halo very hard, hard enough that the young man thought she might actually rip his hair and the attached halo off his head. Despite its roughness, the whole ordeal felt incredible. The young man could barely restrict himself from moaning as he was handled in such a crude way.
Another round of playful giggles from the cashier girl met the young man’s flat ears.
“Sorry!” said the cashier girl, but she didn’t sound sorry in the slightest. “It really hurt when I do this?”
She tugged at his halo and hair very hard again.
“Ah! Yes!” the young man lied, “It hurts, please stop!”
“Okay.” said the cashier girl, playfully. She let go of the halo and the young man’s inflated head snapped back with a cartoonish “womp”. The back of his head squeaked against the plastic casing behind him, knocking over several of the dildos stored in there.
“Now rook what you did.” said the cashier girl, sounding playfully put out.
“Move gaijin!” she said, sounding as if she were immensely enjoying having him captive like this. She griped him tightly and yanked him aside. The young man felt himself skid against the shelf to his left, his inflated self-moving sickeningly quick as he was sent heard first onto the sex shop carpet. His arms, held out at an angle in front of him, cushioned his fall just a little, leaving him in a very unconventional push-up position on the floor. As he lay looking at the sex shop floor he could hear the cashier girl opening the plastic case. She hummed a tune that sounded like some kind of J-pop lyric he couldn’t understand as she put the dildos back to their proper place.
“Customer always make…what is word…mess! Always make mess!” She said to herself as if she were really just alone in the shop.
What felt like an eternity had passed before the cashier girl scooped him up by his inflated rubber neck. She turned him round and propped him against the shop counter. Now he could see the cute smirk on her thin glossy lips. Her large brown eyes had a mesmerising quality as she looked at him as if she were posing for a selfie.
“I see change almost finish.” said the cashier girl. “Can you speak?” she asked, making a mock frowning face.
The young man intended to say ‘yes’ immediately, but all that came out was a very faint hissing sound as if he were telling her to ‘shush’.
“Sorry I not hear that. Try ‘gen please.” She said, turning her head mockingly to ‘hear’ him better.
‘Ssss.” was all the young man could manage from his stiff mouth. His throat felt just as useless and full of air as the rest of his body now.
“You shy now?” she said, “That okay. I’ll do talk for us. My name Hanako. What is your name?”
“Sss!” hissed the young man, full of fury and frustration that she was mocking his helplessness in this way.
“One more time please.” Said Hanako, and she leaned closer to him so that her ear was just a thumb width from his O-shaped mouth.
Now no sound at all escaped his mouth. Hanako made a little ‘hmm!’ sound and smiled mischievously as she pulled her head back.
“If you would like me to find help prease say.” said Hanako. “Juuust kidding!” - she stuck her tongue out in a mocking fashion.
Of course that was what he wanted, all he wanted at that moment. And yet, his new inflated body betrayed him.
Outside the shop window the sun had begun to set. Hanako looked outside the window, momentarily ignoring the young man in favour of the blue-tinted shadows creeping across the buildings in the street. By this time the young man knew his friends would be worrying about where he was. He remembered his phone that had been in his pocket, which was surely absorbed and changed along with the rest of his body and clothes; he highly doubted a two-dimensional phone would have cell reception or GPS location. His one small hope was that his friends would come looking for him. But what chance would they have now he looked nothing like himself, and now he couldn’t even say his own name?
“You come to shop be’cos you are pervert.” said Hanako, drawing his attention back to her. “You want preasure? I will help you.”
Hanako gripped the young man firmly round the waist and carried him sideways to the back of the store where he had first begun to change. His head bumped against the shelf to his right twice on the way. He had no strength in him to resist any of this, as his pelvis was pressed heavily against Hanako’s right hip.
Just for the fun of it Hanako placed the young man upside down on his head with his stubby inflated legs in the air. There was no blood to rush to his head, and the weight of his body wasn’t enough to cause his neck to fold, as his inflated self was seemingly filled to the brim with some kind of helium-like gas; though he thankfully didn’t have the risk of floating off into the sky if he were not tethered down.
The young man saw the small Japanese sex shop upside down, his head span as he tried to reconcile his new perspective with his inability to do anything about it. It was then he felt Hanako’s hand at his flat crotch where his manhood used to be. Her fingers gently teased that area, but the young man only felt the rubbing sensation without any pleasure from it. He simply had no cock or balls to feel that kind of pleasure in his current state.
“You not finished yet.” said Hanako, and the sound of an electric vibrator clicked on and began to hum. The young man wondered if Hanako was enjoying tormenting him as she was so much that she intended to pleasure herself in front of him. Instead he felt the vibrator’s vibration against his crotch, and to his shock he felt the flat inflated area open up very slowly to receive the sex toy.
“Mmmmm!” the young man moaned, though it was so faint not even Hanako could hear him now. “In it goes~” -she said with the chipper sing-song tone of a Saturday morning cartoon character. The young man’s new inflated pussy opened up and received the vibrator, and a flood of new and intense sensation followed. The vibration against his new rubber hole felt so good the young man wanted to shake and convulse and cry out from the sheer intensity of it. Instead all he could manage was the same o-shaped Mercy doll-face he was now stuck with. Unchanging and unmoving.
The bell above the sex shop door chimed. The Mercy Doll still reeling internally from the pleasure could only watch as Hanako walked casually over to the customer who entered and approached the counter. It was a middle-aged Japanese man in a fedora. He wore large black shades on his chubby face.
HELP ME! The Mercy Doll wanted to cry out. PLEASE HELP! But she could not utter a word as her lower half shook from the vibration of the vibrator sinking deeper and deeper into her crotch hole.
Hanako and the man spoke in Japanese. It became clear what he was after as Hanako reached beneath the counter and handed the man a stack of porn magazines in a plastic bag.
“Arigatou naa” said the man as he paid for the dirty magazines. He motioned to leave before stopping and looking over at the Mercy Doll’s direction.
He smiled and laughed, pointing at the doll. He then said something in Japanese, and Hanako giggled. After this brief exchange the man bowed a quick goodbye and left.
“Are you having fun?” said Hanako from across the sex shop. The Mercy Sex Doll could only watch upside down and reeling from the pleasure filling her rubber hole and coursing across her taut body. Throughout the evening more customers arrived and looked around the store, each politely ignoring Mercy vibrating next to the plastic dildo case. Two thirty-something Japanese women giggled at the sight of the doll upside down and shuddering. The Mercy Doll didn’t have the ability to look away or to lose herself from feeling tired. She felt completely awake and aware of the vibration within her rubber hole. It was one endless climax for her; a sickly sweet stream of pleasure that scattered her thoughts. At some point, she realised she couldn’t remember her name anymore. Fear gripped Mercy but all she could do is stare down the rack of magazines directly opposite her.
Come late evening Hanako put a “closed” sign on the front door and locked it. By this time the vibrator’s battery had run out, leaving the Mercy Sex Doll upside down and thankful for the reprieve from the two hours of pleasure she had received against her will. Hanako approached the toy and crouched lower, stretching out her tight denim jeans, her crotch close to the doll’s face.
“Battery dead?” said Hanako.
She cocked her head to one side then took hold of the doll. Mercy was put sideways against Hanako’s hip again and found herself carried away from the sex shop floor as the girl turned out the lights. Hanako carried the doll up a short flight of stairs, bringing her into a single confined room which was both a closet, living room, and kitchen-in-one.
“I live here.” said Hanako, “I save money, not travel.”
Hanako reached inside of the Mercy, which had the doll internally grunting from the sudden feeling of being filled by the cute cashier’s slender fingers. Hanako removed the vibrator from the doll’s crotch and let it drop to the ground atop a pile of her clothes.
She then took hold of Mercy and placed her upright against a wall. “It nice to have company for change.” - said Hanako, seeming genuine in this moment.
The Mercy Sex Doll could only watch on as Hanako turned her back to her and saw to making herself dinner, which was a delicious smelling stir fry. Hanako turned the small TV in her room on and stood watching some cooking show for a few minutes. Then, getting an idea, Hanako took hold of the Mercy Sex Doll and placed her down in front of the TV. She sat on the doll’s head, bringing her full denim-clad crotch and butt on top of the doll. For over an hour Hanako sat like this occasionally shifting her weight as she ate and giggled along to the funny sketches occurring on the show.
The Mercy Sex Doll both hated and enjoyed being used like this. What former man wouldn’t want to have his face pressed against a cute Japanese girl’s denim clad butt for so long? This was the doll’s new life, however, and Mercy was faced with existing as a mere object for the rest of her existence if she didn’t find some way to get out of it. Hanako kept the TV on whilst she did some chores around her little living space. She washed her plate in the sink, took out the trash, then as it got later she curled up in bed and put the Mercy Sex Doll beside her. She propped the toy up next to her as if they were two friends having a buddy-buddy sleepover.
“No telling.” Said Hanako when she revealed she had some kind of small bottle of alcohol with blue flakes swirling around in it. Hanako drank as a presenter laughed loudly on TV. The doll could smell the alcohol from the bottle, and from Hanako beside her.
“Here, you try some.” - said Hanako, who was getting a little tipsy. She poured a mouthful of the Japanese vodka into the Mercy’s open mouth. It tasted good, but with no ability to swallow now the toy could only sit upright with the constant take of booze in her mouth for the next twenty minutes. Then, getting another idea, Hanako turned the doll to face her and lent in, seemingly, for a kiss. The former young man would have been nervous in this moment as their faces drew closer together. Mercy felt the cashier girl’s lips against her rubber ones, and then she could hear the sucking and swallowing sounds of Hanako drinking the vodka she had put into the toy’s mouth.
Hanako leaned back, her face red from how inebriated she was. She wiped her mouth with the back of her right forearm as she let out a drunken sigh. She looked at Mercy with half-lidded eyes.
Slowly Hanako began to undress. First from her work shirt, which in turn revealed her incredible cleavage stuffed into a simple black bra. She kept the bra on as she clumsily took off her denim jeans, unzipping the front fly then wiggling out of the tight material, hindered each step of the way from a fit of drunken giggles that she couldn’t help. She began to sing a happy tune the former young man didn’t know the source of, because whatever the few lyrics that were being sung were, they were in Japanese.
Hanako put her jeans aside next to her work ship, leaving herself in just her black bra, and black panties. Her body was slightly tan, and she was just a little bit pudgy in the stomach. The former young man wished she could experience a moment like this not stuck as some ridiculous knock-off doll, but by this time she was getting used to not being able to do anything except watch on and have things done to and before her.
Hanako reached back and took off her bra, revealing her large tits with jiggled just a little bit as she moved her bra away from her chest. “Here!” said Hanako, and for a joke, she put her bra atop the Mercy’s head like a pair of padded horns. Hanako broke out into another drunken giggle fit.
She then lowered herself down against her the thin mattress on the floor and took off her panties. She pulled them taught, and let them ping away from her. The panties gave a light slapping sound against Mercy’s chest before falling onto the doll’s inflated lap. The former young man looked at the incredible fully exposed Japanese girl’s body before her now. Being so close to her and not being able to as much as move an inch was tantalising.
Slowly, Hanako climbed on top of the doll, straddling the toy’s waist. Hanako set her full weight down on the doll, and Mercy could feel the mound of Hanako’s pussy pressing against her rubber pelvis. Hanako felt like she weighed several times what she should because she was made of flesh and blood, and not rubber and air like the new doll was. The former young man could only watch as Hanako began to rock her hips back and forth, working her pussy against the doll’s rubber pelvis. The more Hanako did this, the more she began to moan, and the warmer her pussy began to feel, until it began to feel slick from how wet she was becoming.
Hanako lent forward, pressing her hands against the doll’s chest, putting a good deal of her weight down on that area, causing the doll’s chest to give inward some from the pressure. Hanako continued to buck her hips until she let out a cry of pleasure. She reached orgasm, and the doll could smell the claustrophobic little living space thick with the scent of Hanako’s sweat and her sex.
After she took a minute to recover her stamina, Hanako sat and brought the Mercy Sex Doll closer, draping the doll over her lap. She cupped the doll’s head with her left hand, and then slowly eased her right hand down the body of the doll towards the crotch-hole.
“Something for you.” Said Hanako, and she sloly put her fingers inside the doll, teasing that sensitive area. Although there wasn’t any outward sign of the pleasure the former young man was feeling, on the inside the doll was feeling every strong and probing finger inside her new sex. Hanako let her left breast press against the doll as she continued to tease the crotch-hole, running the tip of her finger around the ring before sinking her hand deeper inside. Hanako simply loved looking at the dumb doll’s static face, knowing on the inside the former young man would be in a world of pleasure he could no longer show. Finished with teasing the doll in this way, Hanako stood up.
Even in the dim light of small living space Hanako’s body looked incredible. She grabbed herself a soda from a small fridge she kept running in the corner of the room. She cracked open the can and took a sip, standing casually as she looked at her new plaything.
“Don’t worry.” said Hanako, “I’ll clean you before I put you back in box.”
The former man shuddered inwardly, not sure what that would mean for him. Hanako sauntered over the doll and began to step along her crotch and torso, until she was standing on her completely. If the Mercy Sex Doll could be heard, she would be making a hard grunting sound from the sheer pressure bearing down on her. Didn’t Hanako realise how heavy she was in comparison to her now? If she didn’t get off soon she would burst!
PSST!
The rubber valve that kept the air inside the Mercy Sex Doll popped open from the pressure. A soft but constant hissing sound gradually released from the doll as she slowly deflated. “Oops.” Said Hanako, but she didn’t sound the least bit surprised or sorry about doing this to the former man.
Within a matter of minutes of being stood on by Hanako’s bare feet, the doll lay mostly deflated on the ground. There were some pockets of air still left inside her, but for the most part she was flat and almost two-dimensional atop the thin mattress.
“Let me flatten you out.” Said Hanako, and she stumbled a little drunkenly over the lumpy parts of the doll’s deflated body. Mercy could feel every step pressing down on her, easing out the air along and out the valve.
“I’ll wash you in the morning.” - said Hanako, and she got into bed and lay down beside the flattened doll. It wasn’t long before the girl fell asleep. She snored cutely. Mercy however didn’t feel the least bit tired, and she found that wouldn’t be able to sleep in this new form. So she lay looking up at the ceiling with Hanako snoring beside her, thinking about what this new existence would bring her.
An hour after Hanako fell asleep she turned over on her thin mattress, and inadvertently lay atop the flattened doll for the remainder of the night, her tits and torso pressing against the rubber. Without meaning to, the cute cashier girl divided her time between laying breast-first onto the flattened doll, then turning over so her back and butt lay against the doll. It was a stifling and sweaty night, and Hanako hadn’t opened a window. The doll’s musings were cut short by this, transitioning instead into a steady stream of pleasure whenever Hanako would move or shift in her new “bed”.
The toy’s pleasure wouldn’t end throughout the night until the sky outside the window changed from black to ink blue, then finally to a golden sunrise. Finally, Hanako woke. She got up, glancing over to her toy, letting out a small giggle. She went to have a shower, and after a minute she returned to the living space only to pick up the doll, taking her with her to the tiny adjacent bathroom. Hanako let the thing drop by her feet as she lathered herself up with shower girl, letting the hot water sober her up some more. Washed, Hanako turned the shower off and grabbed a towel to dry herself. After she was sufficiently dry she returned for the wet doll and peeled her off the shower floor, taking her to the middle of the living space. Hanako grabbed her hair dryer, taking turns using it on her hair, then on the doll to dry it quickly.
“I would like to keep you.” Said Hanako with a hint of sadness in her voice, “But I always want keep new dolls…”
Hanako dressed into her black bra and panties, and then into her denim jeans and work shirt. Then she put on her comfy flip flops. It was a warm morning, and daylight was now streaming in through the window in warm rays.
“You look like a very boring man.” Said Hanako as she drank the rest of the soda she didn’t finish last night. “You gaijin, but you like many boring men in Japan. Now you look much more interesting and…what is word? Fun!”
The former young man wanted to yell and swear at the cashier girl, but of course she couldn’t now. She could only watch on as Hanako delighted in having a captive doll all to herself.
“You will have an owner eventually.” Said Hanako, and she picked the deflated doll up and carried her down the stairs back to the cramped sex shop floor. Hanako set Mercy onto the counter, laying her over the till. Whilst the toy lay there Hanako saw to opening up the front of the shop, making the place ready for business. She had a few bits of stock checking to do this morning.
“Okay, back you go. It’s been fun, gaijin boy!” said Hanako, as she grabbed the Mercy Sex Doll and folded the deflated girl in just the right way so her face would be able to look out of the plastic front of the box. The box had been left on the same shelf where the young man had initially found it. Hanako took the new doll to the box and stuffed her inside, putting the little tube of lube that came with it inside too. Once sealed, Hanako gave the box a playful kiss and set it upright on the shelf. To anyone else it would look like the box was given a special place on the shelf for display, but in reality Hanako was giving the poor gaijin one little nicety, letting the new doll see the small space in front of her, although the front of the shop was no longer in her view.
Throughout the morning a surprising amount of customers came and went in the store. In the early morning hours Japanese salarymen entered the shop one after the other making quick purchases. For the most part the new Mercy Sex Doll was unable to see what they were buying. From what she could hear she assumed they were buying some porn magazines, but without being able to look over at them she couldn’t be sure. Inside the box everything was muffled. The only upside she could see to being stuck in the box as she was, was that she didn’t feel discomfort. Instead she felt very comfortable despite her body being folded over to fit inside. She decided to welcome this small comfort she had, since she had very little else to be grateful for given her new circumstance. This all felt like one absurd dream that she should be able to wake up from…except she didn’t feel sleepy at all
When afternoon came the doll found herself being inspected by a young Japanese man. He was nicely dressed in a button down shirt, and looked to be the kind of guy one would find hanging out with friends outside a bar. By the look on his face the former young man could tell that this customer had no intention of buying her. The way he smiled and looked her over told Mercy that she was little more than a novelty to him. He put her back where he found her and left the store.
An hour later a middle-aged Caucasian man entered the shop and made his way to the sex doll isle. This time the new Mercy Sex Doll thought she would be bought by this man, because he audibly gasped when he saw that a product like her was purchasable in the shop. He stood for five minutes reading the back cover, flipping her over to view the front, then looking at the back again. He seemed to be deliberating whether or not to buy her.
“Can I help?” - Hanako stepped up to the man, appearing soundlessly behind his back. She had a way of moving about the store like that.
“Yes, this doll… I was thinking of maybe buying it? But all the information is in Japanese, haha” - the man chuckled. It was clear he was a little embarrassed by the whole ordeal.
“Oh, this doll not very good. It’s old model, will pop quickly. Maybe try this one?” - Hanako pointed a box next to where Mercy was. The toy was surprised to see that it was the red-haired anime girl from before!
“Oh… this one I don’t know the character. But, if you say so! I will t-take it off your hands” - the man stuttered, eager to end the transaction as quickly as possible. Hanako took him to the counter and he left shortly afterwards.
Several more hours passed. By this time the doll had begun to truly accept that this would be her new life. She thought she would be bought quickly, given she wasn’t a particularly bad product and was being sold for a relatively fair price, but after dozens of customers came and went it seemed nobody was interested in purchasing her. The bell above the shop door chimed again. The sound of that bell was like a clock for the new Mercy doll now, whilst it didn’t tell her the time, it did tell her that time was passing and not in some frozen state like it seemed when the shop was pin drop quiet. Oh, how she wished the cashier girl would at least put on some music to break the silence.
Footsteps could be heard by the sex doll, and then familiar voices.
“Excuse me.” said a male voice. Mercy perked up inwardly at the sound of it. It was her best friend! He finally came!
“Yes?” said Hanako.
“I’m looking for my friend. We think he came this way last night and we haven’t been able to find him. Did you see any foreigners yesterday?".
“Oh really?” said Hanako, “Do you have photo?”
“Yes! Here.” The doll could hear her best friend take out his phone to show Hanako.
“…so sorry.” said Hanako, after a brief moment. “I never seen him before. But I can keep eye out for you.”
“Okay, thanks.” - the man sighed, “Thank you for your time.”
Mercy screamed mentally as she heard the bell above the door give another chime.
Days passed in the store. Now Mercy had no hope at all that she might be found by her friends. Unless they planned to stay past their planned vacation time, then they were already far from Japan.
With each passing day the toy felt not just boredom, but a growing need to be taken out of her box and put to use. If she was going to spend the rest of her life as a doll then shouldn’t she at least be used? Not fucked but maybe played with?
Mercy understood where some of Hanako’s mean-spiritedness came from. Working in the sex shop was dull, and not at all exciting like one might expect for a place catering to fetishists, perverts, and the like. The toy didn’t know whether or not it was some magic from the sex shop itself, or if Hanako possessed some reality-altering ability; either way there was no denying Hanako enjoyed teasing the poor doll to kill time when things were very quiet.
Over the first few days, Hanako would wander over to the shelf where the doll was being kept. Sometimes she would lean her bust against the box whilst pretending to grab something from the shelf. She never looked directly at the box, and Mercy knew Hanako was doing this deliberately because Mercy herself was staring unblinkingly at her the whole time.
The toy had a creeping suspicion that she wasn’t the only customer-turned-object in the shop. There was a slight playfulness to the way Hanako moved around certain objects; she leaned into them, or sometimes even whispered things Mercy couldn’t understand due to not knowing Japanese beyond basic phrases.
A whole month passed without the Mercy Sex Doll being bought. There had been several close calls, but if the toy didn’t know any better she would think Hanako was purposefully trying to get customers not to buy her. During this time Mercy had to deal with the burning need to be used. She no longer cared about being found. She just needed to be blown up and played with. She could be fucked in her mouth hole, or her crotch hole, it didn’t matter. She needed to feel real human contact and to be used for her new intended purpose.
Then a month and a day since she was turned into the Mercy Sex Doll she now was, she heard something very unusual occurring in the shop. Hanako was shouting. There was a middle-aged man in the store who was shouting too, an odd Korean phrase in his speech between the frantic Japanese. The shouting became so bad the Mercy Sex Doll was sure that they would soon be a physical confrontation.
Finally, the bell above the shop door chimed as the man left. Mercy wondered if the man had been a mere disgruntled customer looking to get his money back for a faulty or otherwise disappointing product. But something told the sex doll that this wasn’t the answer. For one, the argument broke out quickly, as if both parties were ready for the argument that was about to take place. The doll realised that the man was in fact the true owner of the shop, and Hanako’s employer. His voice was oddly familiar and had been heard frequently enough over the past month for the toy to recognise it. This had been the first time an argument had taken place in the shop, but it was not the first time the sex doll had noticed a tense discussion taking place between Hanako and the man.
Mercy heard the familiar sound of Hanako taking the open sign and flipping it round to tell potential patrons the shop was closed. Then the sex doll heard Hanako sniffling back tears as she hurried up the nearby stairs to the first floor. The sound of Hanako hastily moving things around upstairs could be heard. With a sudden sorry realisation Mercy realised that Hanako was going to leave the shop for good. Maybe she quit, or maybe she was fired, but Hanako wasn’t going to be sticking around at the shop any longer.
Come early evening in the shop the Mercy Sex Doll could hear Hanako drugging two large suitcases down the stairs and then to the shop door.
The doll was terrified of being abandoned with the rest of the products. If Hanako left who would there be to know that the doll wasn’t always a doll, and was once a thinking, feeling young man? Not that it mattered much anymore.
Hanako said that word in a quiet voice: “Sayonara.” After a month of being stuck listening to Japanese conversation in the shop, the Mercy Sex Doll knew the Japanese word for ‘goodbye’.
“Please don’t go! Please!” the doll pleaded in in her mind. If ever she wished to be able to use her old voice it was now. She willed herself to move with every fibre of her being, but she simply couldn’t move of her own volition anymore.
Perhaps it was just pure luck, or just some incredible coincidence, but in that same moment the Mercy Sex Doll’s box fell off the shelf. It had been taken off the shelf and looked at by a customer, who put it back at a precarious upright angle. Maybe it had been all the thuds from Hanako’s suitcases coming down the stairs that caused the box to fall, or maybe, just maybe, the sex doll had actually succeeded in moving just that tiny miniscule amount to make the final difference.
Her world became black as she landed face down against the carpet. Several large thudding steps followed and grew steadily louder until Hanako picked the sex doll box up from the floor. Mercy’s world became a momentary whirl before Hanako’s face took up most of what she could see.
“Oh.” said Hanako, “Is you.”
“It’s me!” - thought the toy, “It’s me! It’s me! It’s me!” If telepathy were an ability that could be learnt through sheer dogged will, then the Mercy Sex Doll would have unlocked it in that moment. However Hanako couldn’t hear any of the doll’s internal pleading thoughts.
“You want to come with me?” said Hanako.
“Yes! Please! Please take me with you!” - thought the Mercy Sex Doll desperately.
“No.” said Hanako, and she put the sex doll back on the shelf. Mercy would have screamed a great big ‘NO PLEASE TAKE ME!” if she could. After being a doll for so long the sex doll was used to having nothing but internal thought for any sense of exerting what small freedom she had left. She hadn’t felt so aware of this small freedom as she did now watching Hanako slowly turn and leave for the shop exit.
Just as the Mercy Sex Doll was wondering if she would ever see Hanako again, the busty Japanese shop clerk returned to the aisle.
“Just-er-kidding.” She said, snatching the sex doll’s box from the shelf and pinning it under her left arm.
In a matter of moments they were out of the sex shop. Hanako walked with her two suitcases that moved on wheels. The Mercy Sex Doll could tell her presence under Hanako’s arm was hindering the young woman’s speed.
Although boxed in, the Mercy Sex Doll was overjoyed to see the ink blue sky and neon lights of the street. For so long all she had was the drab view of her cramped little aisle. The street and its colours looked incredibly vibrant. She only wished she could feel the cool night air against her skin, instead of the lukewarm confines of her box. She could hear the sounds of the Japanese street life, but all conversation and sounds, such as cars and scooters passing along the quiet street, were muffled.
The Mercy Sex Doll didn’t expect to be outside with Hanako for as long as they were. Hours passed and Hanako seemed to be on a marathon walk. Although the sex doll had no way of knowing for sure at the time, she guessed it was around eleven in the evening by the time Hanako finally stopped and came to a nnondescripthouse that looked like it was being squished by the buildings on other side.
Hanako brought the sex doll and her luggage into the house and met a very small and very old Japanese woman. After a brief discussion, and payment given, Hanako was led to a tiny first floor room. The old lady excused herself, and Hanako spent the next hour making herself as at home as she could in the tiny living space, that was little more than a mattress on the floor, and a single closet to put her stuff.
Once Hanako was settled in she changed into tight-fitting pajama bottoms and a simple dark red tank top that displayed her cleavage nicely. She took the doll out of the box and saw to blowing her up slowly with her mouth.
Mercy was in heaven. She was being blown up! Hanako’s touch felt amazing against the sex doll’s rubbery surface.
“You are my sou-va-neer.” said Hanako, a little breathlessly.
The toy could only stare back with her mouth agape, eyes unblinking. The sex doll was no longer mad at Hanako for changing her into an object. She didn’t care about that anymore. Now they were together and she had taken her out of the box! She could feel the warm air in the tiny room against her skin, and Hanako’s lips against her rubber hip-valve, and she felt so good now her arms and legs were stretched out after being folded over for so long.
“That feel good?” - asked Hanako, who suspected how happy the Mercy Sex Doll must be at being out of her box prison.
With the doll fully blown up Hanako used it as an extra comfort. She lifted back her bedsheet and lay on the floor with the sex doll by her side. She draped her bedsheet herself and the sex doll, and quickly fell asleep after a tiring night. Mercy, ever unable to sleep, lay awake in a state of absolute bliss at being close to Hanako’s body. The sex doll could feel Hanako’s barely contained breasts against her rubbery chest, and Hanako’s exposed leg locked with her rubbery one. Soon the girl drifted off to sleep and the toy lay happily on her side loving every instant of being used.
Come morning Hanako awoke in a very good mood. She hummed a tune to herself as got dressed.
“I will be back soon, Mercy.” Said Hanako, “I’ll bring home a friend for you.”
The Mercy Sex Doll didn’t care about the promise of having a new ‘friend’, but she was overjoyed at being called by her name. Could Hanako be her new Owner, at last?
“Here.” said the girl, “I’ll be nice.”
Hanako bent down and turned on an old TV that was in the room, turning to the news channel. She left a few seconds later, leaving the doll facing the TV. The toy hardly cared what was occurring in the world. What did it matter anymore? Still, she enjoyed the different scenery and faces that came with each passing moment, and the sounds of people talking, albeit in Japanese she couldn’t understand.
The news repeated itself throughout the day and was broken up by intermittent commercials which the Mercy Sex Doll found to be more interesting than the news itself. Come late evening Hanako returned to the bed and breakfast accommodation. The doll could hear her enter and greet the old lady on the ground floor before coming up to the tiny room.
Mercy could now see Hanako looking very happy with herself as she entered the doll’s periphery.
“Hey!” said Hanako cheerfully. As she entered the Mercy Sex Doll noticed that she was holding something under her left arm.
It was an inflated beach ball. But there was something familiar about it. Its outward design was of D.Va, from Overwatch, same as her. The girl was winking to the viewer in a seductive, legs-spread pose.
“Mercy, meet my old boss.” Said Hanako, and she roughly kicked the D.Va ball that bounced hard against the ceiling before falling quickly down to the floor.
Hanako kicked the ball again, causing it to smack the adjacent wall hard. Hanako let out a playful giggle before locking the door to her room.
She grabbed her laptop out of her suitcase and sat cross-legged on the floor beside Mercy. She showed the doll what she was doing on her laptop the way she would a human being.
“I decide to start own business.” said Hanako. “I can make my product very easy, I make for no cost, and sell cheap. I make lots of money.”
Hanako put the doll onto her side and then lent her elbow onto her.
The sex doll was so happy to feel Hanako’s elbow press into her. She wanted to yell out a great big thank you!
“One Mercy Sex Doll for sale.” said Hanako, “I’ll put you up on Ebay.”
Hanako spent several minutes typing. She occasionally read in English what she was writing for the sex doll’s benefit. Finally, she said with a happy tone, “There. Now people can bid for you!”
The Mercy Sex Doll felt mixed emotions. On the one hand she was scared of the idea of being packaged again and sent to some unknown new owner. On the other it meant she would have a new owner that would use her… in some small way she hoped a man would buy her. Her mouth and crotch hole wanted to be filled so badly, and Hanako, as great as it was to be used by her, didn’t give the holes the firm pounding the doll had come to crave a little bit more each day.
Hanako put her manager-turned-D.Va-themed beach ball up for sale on Ebay too. Throughout the rest of the day into the late evening Hanako checked the sales pages for the sex doll and the beach ball Winston.
“Another bid!” she said each time a new bid for either of them came in. Every time a new bid arrived for the D.Va ball Hanako gave the ball a hard kick with her bare foot, sending the ball ricocheting around the room again. Every time Mercy received a new high bid amount Hanako kissed the doll and fingered her crotch hole for several seconds. Those few seconds were pure bliss, and always too short for the toy. For those few seconds she received the pleasure she desperately craved and wanted more of.
“Sold!” said Hanako at eleven o’clock that evening. She did a happy dance around the tiny room. She had been drinking increasingly more as the night went on, and her face was a shade of red and her eyes half-lidded from inebriation.
The Mercy Sex Doll wondered if she was the one that had been sold. She was sure it was until Hanako did a little dance past her and placed her bare foot atop the D.Va beach ball.
“Idiot.” She said, pressing her foot down hard atop the ball. Hanako began to speak in slurred Japanese. She sounded angry and scolding, and the more she spoke the angrier she became as she worked herself up into a rage. Hanako brought her foot down in a hard stomping motion on the ball. The toy burst under the repeated hard pressure of her foot, the air gushing out of a tear along the left side. Quickly the ball deflated and lay flat and useless on the bedroom floor.
Hanako gave an uncaring “hmph!” at the sight of her product now no longer being fit to sell. Mercy was glad she couldn’t move because she would have flinched as Hanako turned to face her. However, rather than see rage, she saw a warm and very drunk smile on Hanako’s face.
“When I was little girl.” said Hanako, “I would get angry. Very angry, and turn my enemies into toys.”
Hanako knelt down in front of the Mercy Sex Doll, then sat by her side, putting her very heavy right arm around the shoulders of the toy, hugging her close like she might a friend.
“I sometimes changed only very bad people.” Said Hanako, sounding like a sad drunk, “But when I saw you come into my shop I couldn’t help myself. You looked like you would make cute doll. I was right" - she turned Mercy to face her, Hanako’s lips only inches away from the toy “You are very cute doll.”
Hanako stared at Mercy for several moments before standing up. “You have shown me how fun it is to use my power. I am going to use it as much as I want from now on.
“And you…” she briefly crouched down and pressed some buttons on her laptop “…are going to be there to see it”.
Hanako laughed happily as she stroked her toy’s head. Mercy was happy to see her Owner so giddy and overjoyed. At last, it seemed like her life had meaning. And she was ready to take whatever Hanako would throw at her - as long as it meant being used.
The sun set outside the girl and her doll’s humble abode.