The Object of His Affection

The Object of His Affection – A Visit

 

 

For the next twelve months life was blissful for the new doll owner. James made certain to use her in every fashion he could conceive. Never was he so pleased. His doll, on the other hand, felt little. His penetration of her orifices gave her little sensation, barely waking her from her near constant state of sleep. On those rare occasions when she was awake and aware, she thought of little, her mind having given into her position. It was on the eve of her anniversary of becoming a doll, however, that this changed.

 

The knock on the door woke James from his Sunday football game. He was pleasantly surprised to find that it was his old friend Jerry. After offering him a drink and a cigar they sat on James’ couch, speaking of old times and future plans, glancing occasionally at the doll standing at the side of the room.

 

“I trust she is holding up well?” Jerry asked. “And I do hope you are getting full use out of her.”

 

“Of course. She is fantastic”, James told him “Though, I was mightily surprised at the complete conversion.”

 

Jerry smiled at James and leaned back into the chair in which he was seated. “Well, we go back a bit and I figured that you would eventually go all the way with this. So, I made a pre-emptive strike and gave you the works. At no extra charge, I might add.”

 

“Well, it was not something I figured she would go for, really”, James relied.

 

“It was a simple suggestion, really”, he responded. “Your training had already seen to it that her only want was to please you. So, I offered it to her and she accepted.”

 

“So tell me…”, James asked. “what is it that you and your conspirators are up to back at the lab these days?”

 

“Well…we have been working on managing a remote system for our doll creations. I imagine it gets a bit tedious having to pose and move your doll manually”, he commented, lighting up his cigar. “We are hoping to manage to make that less difficult. Our genetics department also managed to sequence portions of human DNA. The tests are positive so far, if limited.”

 

 “What does that mean? Tell me in simple terms so I can understand it.”

 

“We can change the hair of a black rat into whatever color we choose”, he said. “We can also increase follicle growth per square inch and the length to which it grows. We can also modify skin texture to a degree. Another very exciting development is that we can induce a return to puberty.”

 

“Ah yes, just what everyone wants…pimples again”, James laughed.

 

 “That’s not the point, my sarcastic comrade” Jerry grinned back. “Think about it…the one thing most of my clients want of their girls is ultra feminization. By treating women to a second or even third puberty, we can do just that…without surgery. We have tried with hormone treatments, but those are hardly successful on a wide scale basis.”

 

“Why not?”

 

“James, most hormone treatments are temporary. Yes, there is some success, but an initial increase in bust size is usually temporary. For instance, most women who get pregnant see an increase in bust size. It is rarely permanent, and never to the degree which our clients would like. This not only increases bust size permanently, but it stimulates bone growth. A five-foot tall woman with a C-cup breast can grow several inches in height and her breast size will usually increase to a permanent E-cup, or so. And her hips and ass…well, they become substantially more rounded and full.”

 

“Ah, so a couple of such treatments can.”

 

“Exactly!” Jerry exclaimed. “Not only that but it tends to increase the libido rather substantially. The addition of a second or third puberty induces a higher and more constant hormone production.”

 

James thought about it for a moment before asking, “How many tests have you made?”

 

“Only three, so far”, he said. “But all were quite successful. I do have another subject, though. She is undergoing our puberty process. I’ve also begun testing our DNA hair and skin modification. She is the first to undergo the treatment.”

 

 “Interesting. But”, Jerry tilted his head inquisitively “what are you doing, changing her from blonde to brunette or from black to white?”

 

“Hah!” Jerry spat “Nothing so simple as that. If it’s a success, I will let you know. Don’t you fret…you will know. I would shout it from the rooftops if I didn’t know I would land in the pokey!”

 

“Another drink?” asked James.

 

“I’m still nursing this”, he replied, shaking his glass. “So, you really like her?”

 

Turning his head to the manikin-like girl, Jerry thought for a moment. “Well, there is a bit of hassle, as you mentioned. But all things considered I am quite pleased.”

 

“I am rather proud of her, I must say”, James smiled, leaving his chair. “I especially liked the narrowing of her feet. It makes her appear tinier than she is. I do wonder…you aren’t disappointed with her breasts are you? They are quite unrealistic in feel and shape.”

 

“I wanted her to appear like a sex-doll, Jerry.  As I said before, I was surprised by the extent to which you took her, but I am very happy with everything.”

 

“And the synthetic teeth”, he began “I trust you like their feel?”

 

James beamed a grin at Jerry, nodding his head affirmatively.

 

“Do you mind if I inspect her a moment? I want to see how she is holding up.”

 

“Of course, it will ease my mind to know she is well”, James told him. “Sometimes, I must tell you, I worry about her state of mind.”

 

“Have no worries, my friend, it was her wish to become a sex-toy for you. Besides, as I recall, she was nearly devoid of thought when you brought her in. I imagine that her mind is…not gone, but not here. I imagine she has reached Nirvana, so to speak.”

 

James nodded, acknowledging that Jerry was probably right. Then, he quieted, waiting as his friend began to examine his creation.

 

Turning his back to James, Jerry began a cursory examination of the manikin-like woman. She was entirely unaware of his presence for most of his examination. Upon Jerry’s finger entering her “O” shaped mouth, she woke. Her eyes opened sluggishly, to see the man before her. At the sight of her creator, memories of her tormented and unwanted change came flooding back to her. Just then, the girl who had forgotten herself awoke to the horror of what she had become.