Amy was getting ready to go out with the girls for a long overdue night out. She gave herself a little extra time to get ready, beginning with a nice long shower. After drying herself off and wrapping a towel around her, she proceeded to blow dry her long, red hair. She would wear it down tonight, as she liked how it gave her a sultry look and offset her beautiful green eyes. At 5’5” and 125 lbs, Amy was on the petite side, but was still curvy in all the right places. Her years as a swimmer in high school also blessed her with shapely well-defined legs that she loved to show off in short skirts.
After putting on a white lacy bra and a pair of shiny nude pantyhose, she proceeded to her vanity mirror and began doing her hair and makeup. As she was primping and putting the final touches on her makeup, there was a knock on her door.
“Just a minute” she called out as she donned a silk house robe and slid her slender size 7 feet into a pair of 3-inch white pumps.
She opened the door to reveal a UPS driver holding a package and clipboard.
“Amy Hoolihan?” the driver asked, glancing down with effort, taking is eyes off the figure inside the robe.
“Yes?” she answered.
“Package for you ma’am. Sign right here.” She took the clipboard and pen from him, affixed her signature, and took the small package from him. “Have a nice day” he remarked as took back his clipboard and left.
Amy was curious as hell. There was no return address on the package. She wondered who sent her a package. She walked quickly back to her bedroom and sitting down on the foot of her bed, opened the package quickly. The box contained within a mound of padding a small bottle of perfume and a card.
The card read simply, “From a Secret Admirer…”
Amy had to admit she was more than a little excited. A mystery man! Would she see him tonight at the club? She definitely had to wear his perfume gift to see who had sent it. Removing her robe, but leaving her shoes on, she stood in front of her vanity mirror to touch up her lipstick. With a pucker, she blew herself a kiss as she finished her lips and sprayed on the perfume sent by the mysterious admirer.
As she walked toward the closet to pick her outfit for the evening, she noticed that things seemed to be moving slower around her. In mid-stride, her body froze, stiff as a statue. Unable to move, but still able to see and hear things around her, Amy tried to call out for help. She could barely manage more than a whisper. Her lovely green eyes darting about in confusion emphasized the look of shock and surprise on her face.
She then heard someone enter in the front door, followed by footsteps up to her bedroom door. Since her back was to the door and she could not see her mirror, she began calling out in her whispered tones.
“Hello? Who’s there? Please help me. I can’t seem to move,” she said softly in what sounded like a cross between and whisper and a whimper.
The visitor stood in the doorway to her bedroom and admired the beautiful body of Amy, immobilized before him. Her right foot was in front of her left foot, with the heel of her left foot slightly popped out of her shoe. Her right arm was reaching for the doorknob to the closet door and her left arm was at her side. Her posture also enhanced her bust line and she stood there staring at the closet.
Amy felt a pair of hands around her waist, turning her rigid figure around to face the visitor. For some reason, the touch sent waves of pleasure through her body that caused mixed emotions to well up within her. She was a bit frightened and confused, but also excited by the touch of this stranger. As she was pivoted on her right foot, her limbs staying rigidly in place as she beheld the face of the visitor. She recognized him as a guy she had seen at the club before. She was trying to remember his name.
“Oh my. Feeling a little stiff, are we, Amy?” he smiled as he inspected her frame. “He knows my name!” thought Amy to herself. She continued trying to remember his name as she answered in her quiet voice.
“Y-Yes. W-What happened? Did you have anything to do with this? What did you do to me?” she said in as demanding a voice as she could muster.
The visitor simply smiled. “Don’t worry, Amy. I will fix everything. I see you tried the perfume I gave you. It’s the first step in your transformation, which I believe you will find most pleasant.” He then opened up a large black suitcase and began assembling what looked like a mannequin stand. He attached a long metal pole to a metal base that was about 2 feet in diameter. The pole had a rounded end on the top.
After completing the assembly, the visitor placed his hands on Amy’s waist and lifted her up.
“T-Transformation? What are you t-talking abou…Ohhh!!!” Amy cried as she felt the pole slide between her stiffened legs and into her sex. The visitor twisted her hips back and forth as she settled on the pole, her high-heeled shoes clicking slightly as they touched the base. He stepped back and pulled out of the suitcase what looked like a TV remote and smiled at Amy.
“Why, your transformation into my personal sex doll!” he responded as he pointed the remote at Amy. The pole between her legs began to vibrate. The visitor smiled again. “There. The pole will finish its work on your lovely body. I am going to go and get your new uniform. When I return, the pole will have placed your body in display mode so that when I finish playing with you, I simply place you back on this pole and your body will automatically assume its display pose. Be right back, my little doll!”
After he left, Amy was consumed with waves of pleasure coursing through her body. The vibrating pole seemed to be doing something to the inside of Amy’s body while, on the outside, her body seemed to be moving on its own. She could nothing to resist as her limbs bent and turned uncontrollably.
When the vibrating subsided, Amy stood with her weight on her left leg with her right leg bent and turned into her left slightly, with her right toe pointing. Her right arm rested on her right hip, just above her thigh. Her left hip was thrust forward a bit with her left arm draped down at her side and her head tilted slightly to the right. A wide, beaming smile came over Amy’s face and she became stiff and rigid as a mannequin once more.
As she waited for the visitor to return, Amy finally remembered his name. Upon his return, he walked in, and seeing her beautiful pose, he walked up and eyed her closely. “ You are a work of art, Amy!”
“P-Please, Jeff. L-let me go,” she managed to plead softly.
“Ah, I see you remember me. So much the better. You’re going to make a lovely doll!”
Jeff began pulling Amy’s hair back into a ponytail and affixed an emerald green and white scrunchy to hold her red locks in place. He then removed her bra in preparation for the next piece of her outfit. Her breasts remained molded, as if she were still wearing a bra, since the pole had firmed them into position. He covered her with a sleeveless midriff cheerleader sweater, which was white with emerald green trim and a big green “J” embroidered on the front. The sweater barely covered her ample breasts with the bottoms of them peeking out from under the sweater.
Next came the short green and white pleated skirt. It was extremely short and barely covered her ass cheeks. Once the skirt was placed on her waist, he retrieved items from her makeup table and began enhancing lovely face to appear more doll-like. Thickening her eyelashes with more mascara, adding more blush to her apple cheeks and painting on the ruby red lipstick until her lips looked shiny and plastic as she remained smiling obediently at him through the whole process.
Standing back to admire his work, Amy was the epitome of cheerleader cuteness. “Now, let’s test you out, shall we?” he exclaimed as he pointed the remote at Amy once more. The vibrations returned and Amy felt her hands place themselves on her hips and her legs parted into the perfect Chinese splits. She marveled how effortless it was to keep her legs pointed rigidly to the sides as she smiled her perfect fixed cheerleader smile.
Jeff himself smiled and removed his pants. He walked up to her and placing his hands on her hips, lifted her easily off the pole. Amy felt incredibly light, as if she weighed only a few pounds. It was almost as if she were hollow on the inside. He sat down on the edge of the bed with her sitting on his lap, holding the splits pose perfectly, her high-heeled shoes dangling on her toes as she pointed them in gymnastic fashion.
“ Yes, Amy, my helpless little sex doll,” he sighed as he lowered her down onto his awaiting member. Pumping her up and down on his shaft, Amy could feel her pussy muscles clench automatically around his cock, bringing waves of pleasure through her body, but none of which reflected on her face as she held the wide-eyed smiling doll expression that she would have for some time.
“ Ohhh!….Mmmmm!….I…I…..,” Amy quietly stammered as she bounced helplessly up and down on Jeff’s lap. With a “ Klunk”, one of her shoes dropped off her foot and landed on the floor. “Ohh! My shoe…I…I….”, she muttered.
Jeff lifted her sweater to expose her perky tits and began caressing her nipples with his thumbs as he whispered in her ear.
“Just think, Amy. From now on, you will be displayed in my room on your stand, smiling your lovely smile and nicely posed, showing off your beautiful body. And all the while, the stand will bring orgasm after orgasm and you won’t be able to do anything about it except smile.”
Amy’s pleasure center was already reaching overload and Jeff’s comments somehow turned her on even more. He continued to whisper:
“Maybe I will take you down the street to the Fraternity House on a Friday night and let the football players and college guys pass you around and play with you all night. How would you like that, Amy? Being fondled and played with and even fucked by over 2 dozen guys?”
Amy could swear that her body shuddered at this thought. Her other shoe fell off onto the floor. “Oh…my…shoe…I…I…oh…oh.,” was her only reply. She could feel herself building to a climax. Jeff whispered one more time into her ear.
“Or perhaps I will rent you out to the Lingerie Boutique downtown. You’ll be posed in the skimpiest lingerie in their front window for everyone to see and you’ll smile and strike your lovely pose obediently and for as long as they so desire. I believe the sales girl down there is bisexual and she may even play with you and touch you at her whim when she changes your outfits. She won’t even realize that you still feel like a woman and her touching will bring you to new heights of erotic pleasure, my little toy!”
With that, Amy came hard and voiced her orgasm with a subdued moan and scream.
“OHHH!!!…I’m COMING!!…..I…OHHHHH!!!!,”
Jeff noticed briefly that Amy’s eyes rolled into the back of her head but then, when the moaning was over, her lovely green eyes snapped back to look straight ahead as her face automatically reset her doll expression. Amy only made the smallest of whimpers as mini-orgasms rocked her body.
“I see that was good for you, doll. But, I am still feeling frisky,” Jeff remarked as he lifted her up and placed her on the bed, face down. Amy continued to smile even though all she could see was the pattern of her bedspread. She felt Jeff positioning her body. Wherever he moved her limbs, they would stay in place. He brought her legs together and bent her knees. He pulled her hands back and clasped them around her ankles. Then, placing his hand on the small of her back and pulling on her ponytail, he maneuvered Amy’s back into a wicked arch. There was no pain and Amy’s was dumbfounded at how flexible she was now. She could almost feel the soles of her feet being tickled by her ponytail.
“There now. Almost perfect,” Jeff exclaimed. He gently pushed Amy’s forehead and her entire body rocked back and forth on her tummy like a rocking horse, her tits providing balance so that she would not tip over. Placing his thumb on her lower chin, Jeff forced Amy’s mouth open. Ignoring her mental wailing, Jeff placed his still stiff member into her mouth and began thrusting rhythmically. Apparently, Amy’s no longer had a gag reflex as a result of her transformation. Her mouth automatically sucked and slurped as her throat was filled with Jeff’s shaft.
The sight of Amy’s wide doll eyes staring straight ahead at his crotch and her delicate nylon coated feet stiffly pointed and rocking back and forth, along with her subsequent whimpering soon had Jeff releasing his load into her. Amy had been frustrated at being so helpless in Jeff’s hands all this time, but her loss of control as her mouth continued sucking and swallowing all of Jeff’s fluid somehow pushed her over a threshold.
Her thinking was becoming cloudy. She had difficulty remembering who or what she had been. She knew her name was Amy, but the only other knowledge she could remember was that she was Jeff’s doll. His plaything. Her body and mouth were completely his to do with as he so chose. And she was becoming happy about that. She loved it when he touched her.
After removing his cock from her mouth, Amy’s expression immediately returned to doll-like bliss. He got dressed and stood in front of Amy, smiling as she remained perfectly in her rocking blowjob position. He grabbed her arms like handles; Jeff lifted her and placed her back on her pole. As it slid into her sex, Amy’s body began to shift into its display pose. The vibrations of the pole caused Amy to whimper slightly as Jeff watched her beautiful body settle into position.
“Very good. Amy, what are you?” Jeff asked.
“I’m Amy, your Cheerleader Sex Doll,” cooed Amy.
“Are you a girl?”
There was a brief pause. “What’s a girl?” Amy queried.
Jeff smiled. “Don’t you remember being, a living, breathing, girl? Don’t you remember how to move?”
Amy giggled slightly. “No. And don’t be silly. I only move when you move me. I love it when you touch me and bend me and move me and make me---“
“Shhh,” Jeff whispered as he put a finger to her lips. Amy immediately began sucking and moaning on his finger. “No, no. Later. Let’s get you packed up, shall we?”
Removing his finger, Jeff opened his black bag. He raised Amy off her stand and began bending her arms in legs in extreme angles. Before long, Amy’s body was compact enough to fit inside the suitcase. Disassembling the stand, he placed the rod and base inside the suitcase. He had to chuckle slightly at the sight of the base covering Amy’s face as she smiled up at him, not flinching in the slightest as he closed the bag.
As he walked to the front door, Jeff noticed a picture of Amy and a girl friend on her bookcase. Her friend was quite attractive as well. “Maybe I’ll add her to the collection and give Amy some company,” he thought to himself as he walked out the door, playfully swinging the suitcase containing the folded up Amy Doll inside, enjoying her new existence.
The End?