Danny was a technician at a local research lab, and was prone
to bringing home little "gifts" for himself and his
girlfriend Tammy. But today he had a look on his face that made
it clear he had something special.
"Alright, what's up?" asked Tammy. He looked like
he was about to burst.
"Well, we were working on something to help fracture
victims, to help immobilize the area around the broken bone, and
this other team was making a stimulant, and we noticed how
similar the chemical structures were, and damn if they didn't
bond PERFECTLY, and..."
Tammy held up a hand. "Dan, you're babbling again.
Switch to English and try again."
Dan took a brief pause, a deep breath and a differerent
track. "How'd you like to become a sex doll?"
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"So, this stuff turns us into robots or something?"
Tammy held the glass vial up to the light. The mixture inside
swirled around, diffracting the light like oil on water.
"Like, slaves?"
"No, not at all. The immobilization agent firms up your
muscles and soft tissues, so you feel sort of stiff. The
stimulant works like an aphrodisiac, loosening you back up, as it
were." Danny sounded like he was showing off his kid.
"You amaze me, you guys," observed Tammy.
"Imagine what you scientists could do if you used your
incredible powers for niceness instead of perversion."
Danny giggled. "Come on, you interested?"
Tammy opened the vial with a sharp *POP* and a whiff of
vanilla. "Smells great. What causes that?"
"Vanilla extract. Stuff tastes like swamp water without
it." Danny *POP*ped his own vial.
"Oh, you're joining me? I thought I was the guinea
pig."
"Hell, no, I've seen what this stuff does, and I want
some." He downed the vial in one gulp.
Tammy raised the vial to her ruby-red lips. The vanilla scent
was strong and inviting in her nose. She tilted her head back and
swallowed. The potion slid down her throat like quicksilver
through a glass tube, racing to her stomach. When it arrived, her
stomach grew warm, like she'd just drunk a hot toddy. She rubbed
her tummy appreciatively. "MMMmmmm, delicious. You could
sell it just for the...fla...vor." She looked at Danny. An
interesting change was coming over him. His eyes had glazed over
slghtly, going a little unfocused. His face has sort of settled
into a neutral expression, emotionless yet sort of concealing
excitement. He was in the process of removing his shirt. He moved
slowly, hesitating at times, like...well, like a wind-up toy
running down. As his shirt fell to the floor, she saw other
changes begin to happen. His skin, already very tan and healthy,
took a sort of gloss to it, as if he were being covered in a thin
patina of lacquer. It turned her on immensely.
She was so engrossed in watching Danny transform, she barely
noticed the changes taking place to her own body. The warm
feeling in her tummy began to spread, radiating out her arms and
legs to the tips. The feeling caused a sort of spontaneous
relaxation in her muscles. Hot on the heels of the warmth was a
sort of electric buzz, like a static shock following the same
outward pattern. It felt like a raging full body orgasm, and as
the wave passed through her, her arms and legs twitched and rode
it, like the way a cat arches its back as you stroke it. When she
came down from that, she felt...different.
Her skin felt tight and firm, like she was wearing a
full-body lycra suit, and it felt exactly that stimulating. She
tried to stretch her arms to see how that would feel, and learned
that this was now quite a chore. She was stiff all over, and her
movements were slow and jerky. She raised and lowered her arms a
few times, looking to all the world like a tin soldier marching.
Danny had stripped to his briefs by now, and was enjoying the
show. "You.look.beau.ti.ful." his voice was as stiff as
he was (and so was what was in those briefs, Tammy noticed
wryly.) He began to walk stiffly towards her, knees barely
bending, a sort of sexy frankenstein walk.
"This...feels...so.good" Once Tammy got the hang of
the new pattern, her speech came easily, if as flat and stiffly
as Danny. "We.are.dolls. I.want.you.Dan.ny." She
extended her arms out, and Danny slid into them smoothly. He
helped her out of her clothes. Under her bra her breasts had
grown firmer than usual, and her nipples were rock-hard. Danny
bent low and sucked one hungrily. It was a cattle prod to the
libido; Tammy felt a sharp BANG to the pleasure center of her
brain. She bucked her hips, and lost her balance. She clattered
to the floor, laughing.
Danny picked her up firmly and carried her to the bedroom. He
lay her down softly, removed his briefs (after a
struggleelastic only stretches so far) and lay down next to
her. She rolled to face him, and they began exploring their new
plastic bodies. There wasn't a square inch of skin that didn't
tingle with excitement as they touched each other. For a while
they just stroked each other with wide open hands, jerking their
ways up legs, chests and arms, sort of acclimating themselves to
their new sensitivity. Once the water was safely tested, Tammy
jerked her way down to Danny's thick cock. She slid it deep into
her mouth, and he threw his head back in pleasure. Tammy was
amazed to find that even the inside of her mouth had been
sensitized; it was as exciting as if he was in her pussy. Slowly,
not wishing to break contact, Danny spun himself around to a 69
position, and began licking Tammy's pussy. She inhaled sharply at
the sensation, and Danny felt cold air race past his tip as the
air rushed in towards her lungs. The two played with each other
for some time, looking like an intricate clockwork sculpture.
Finally, Tammy pulled off and stiffly pulled herself to face
Danny. Danny could barely move from the overstimulation, but that
was fine for what Tammy had planned. She gripped his slick member
and guided it into her plastic pussy. The moaned in unison,
pumping in mechanical rhythm, in perfect sync. No longer two
people, not even two dolls, they became one machine, exquisitely
designed to serve only purposegive itself pleasure. They
screamed each other's name, assorted prayers (well, the names of
deities were spoken) and a number of explicit directions of
varying anatomical challenge, all in their doll-like voices. They
sounded like music to each other-electronic music, played by sexy
robots.
They brought each other to climax a number of times, each
time their bodies grew softer, more supple, until at last they
were their old selves again, soft and human. They hugged each
other close.
"Danny?" Tammy said, after a long romantic silence,
"Remember what I said about using your brains for
niceness?"
"Yeah..."
"Fuck it."