Doll (futa/f, bimboisation, sex doll, oversized, excessive cum)

Story by eccentricman

This is a little one-shot... no muscle in this one, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. If people like it, there may even be a second part to it!

The cardboard came away with a crackling eruption of tearing fibres and a delicate fingered hand broke the darkness of the box. Cool, pleasantly fragrant air tickled the stuffy interior and a world full of possibilities grew with each crumpling fold of rapidly retreating cardboard.

There was a panting silence and the world briefly grew no larger.

Then there was the Word.

“Fuck...”

There were no other living ears in the room to hear the Word come from the mouth of Mistress, no other beating hearts to speed in their vital rhythm. Still, the Word was heard and one lust woke to echo another.

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“Fuck...”

Deena bit her lip as she looked into the gloom for the first time and blushed, seeing the beautiful, fake face looking back at her. Perfect.

With a grimace she stood and, getting ready for the next stage in her master plan, slowly dragged the large, heavy box over to the foot of her bed. She could feel her face flushing as she struggled with the huge container, but she didn't stop until her calves brushed against her quilt.

Standing, she pushed her glasses up her nose and pulled the waist band of her skirt up over the bulge of her middle, puffing a long dark fringe out her eyes. She rolled her eyes as she panted; you'd have thought a career stacking books and hauling heavy library carts might have given her a measure of strength, but this box was proving to be a major obstacle.

Hauling up the sleeves of her jumper, she got back to her task, slowly tearing a larger and larger hole in the top of the box, revealing the softly gleaming body of the doll, packed in the sensual padded velvets of DollMaker Inc.

Deena sucked in a breath at the large, firm breasts, the enticing suppleness of the torso and the shadowed promise of the dark vee between the thighs. She felt her belt groan in protest as she saw a pussy moulded with such beauty and skill that its smooth texture seemed to hint at perpetual wetness.

It was everything she had ordered and more.

Reaching in, she hugged the Doll to her and tried to straighten, grunting as she pressed her face into the silken platinum blonde hair. The feel of those big perky tits squishing against her own laughably huge and unmanageable boobs was heavenly, but it didn't make the Doll any lighter or easier to womanhandle out of its container.

With a hiss, she tugged as hard as she could and managed to get the slender, perfect shoulders out of the box, stymied only when the generous sweep of the Doll's hips caught on the ragged cardboard opening. Puffing, she felt a pink fluffy slipper come off as she kicked her feet vainly, turning red as she tugged harder and harder.

Like a fissure in an earthquake, a jagged rent sawed its way across the box lid under her assault and her Doll, tan skinned and gloriously hot, came free from its prison, a lifesize barbie hoisted aloft by the short, curvy librarian.

There was a creak, followed by a squeak.

Deena reflected that even slender as the Doll was, the extra foot of height it had over her didn't exactly weigh nothing.

Her arms gave out.

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Deena was happy as she lay beneath the weight of her Doll, letting her arm slide around the soft, pliant curves of it... of her.

“You've got to have a name...” she muttered as she ran fingers through soft, shining blonde hair, delighted with even the smell of her prize. The sound of her belt protesting was like a distant sigh of wind... and of just about as much interest to her.

“Hmmmm, Jill? We could even get you some high heels...”

“No, maybe Barbie... erm, maybe not.”

Deena let her hand find the improbable swell of a perfectly fake breast and sighed as she caressed it, licking her lips as she felt the corners of her mouth turn up impishly.

“Dolly... that seems to fit!”

There was a grinding, desperate noise from down below and Deena realised too late what she had been ignoring. She flinched as her belt buckle launched sideways and the sharpened edge of broken steel embedded itself in the wall with a definitive thunk.

All at once the thick mass she kept coiled in front of her middle straightened and whipped through her clothes, shredding her skirt, her blouse and the remains of her tortured panties as the flesh grew hard and hot and stiff. For added inconvenience the head of the best shot up underneath the hem of her jumper and up between her woolen clad breasts, stretching her jumper massively as the shaft surged upwards and outwards.

With a wail, she clutched at the fabric, trying to hold it against herself, tears of remembered shame prickling her eyes. As the heavy cock settled, she felt it thump into Dolly's side and Deena's eyes instinctively flicked to that lovely, plastic face, checking for the familiar signs of r

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