Rock Bottom

[6 word request: Dwayne Johnson Sex Doll TF POV]

Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson smiled at the man across the diner, then pulled his hat low over his eyes. It didn’t matter; the portly fellow was already on his feet, shuffling across the empty restaurant, eyes wide with recognition. He approached Dwayne with a hand outstretched, trembling.

“Oh my GOSH, I can’t believe it’s you!” he said, shaking Dwayne’s thick paw effusively. “I kept looking over here and I was like, ‘Why would the Rock be in this little diner in our sleepy little town?’ Then I looked up and I saw that jawline and those arms and I thought, ‘Wait, did that guy just order 30 pancakes?’ and I was like… DAMN!”

The balding man blushed suddenly, toning down his voice. “Anyway… I just wanted to say what a big fan I was…”

“Always good to meet a fan,” Dwayne said, dipping his sunglasses low to flash his eyes for just a moment. While he was hoping to be as incognito as possible while he was here, it didn’t hurt to give the guy a bit of that smoldering Rock stare to whet his whistle. “Look, I hate to be Mr. Big-shot Hollywood or anything, but I’m here trying to keep a low profile while we scout a location for a movie…”

“Oh my gosh, the ROCK?! Filming a movie HERE?! In Flat Springs?!” The fan backed away, fanning himself. “Does that mean I may run into you repeatedly?”

Dwayne grabbed his phone as he smiled back at the fan, thumb-tapping a text to his assistant, Gabe: “Get here. Immediately.”

“Could be, buddy. Could be…” Dwayne waved at the aging waitress, who sighed and limped toward him. “I’ll take the check, thanks,” he said.

“My name’s Larry,” the fan said as he rummaged through his pockets. “And I was just thinking… Could I get a selfie with you?”

Dwayne smiled politely again. “Well, truth is, I’d really rather people not know I’m in town. I’ve got a lot of business, stuff I can’t do unless I’m under the radar. I’d be happy to sign something for you, though.”

Larry seemed a bit wounded, but he shrugged and grabbed Dwayne’s crumpled (used) napkin, smoothing it out. “Can you sign this?” he asked, grabbing the passing waitress’ pen from behind her ear and handing it over.

“Uh, sure,” Dwayne said, quickly scrawling out, “Can you SMELL What the ROCK is COOKIN?” before passing it back. Larry blushed again, then retreated to his table, holding his new treasure against his chest.

As Dwayne handed his credit card to the woman, he felt a tingle down the back of his neck. He froze; no way could it be happening again. Not here; not now!

He picked up his phone and dialed his assistant. “How far out are you?” he barked when Gabe answered.

“I’m literally on my way,” Gabe explained. “I just had to square some things away with the mayor, who’s not exactly fond of us filming in his quaint little town. I think it would really help if you showed up personally to smooth it over. But once again, YOU had to EAT…”

“Nevermind that, what’s your E.T.A.?” Dwayne asked, mildly panicking. He raised his hands and examined them; still flesh, still him. He flexed his fingers, satisfied that he hadn’t begun to change… yet.

“Five minutes, why?”

The waitress was still too close for Dwayne to speak up about what he really thought was happening, and Larry wasn’t entirely out of earshot either.

“Just get here in five minutes, please,” Dwayne said.

He hopped up and rushed to the bathroom, starting to sweat. He stared into the mirror and studied his face, searching for signs of a change… but thankfully, he found none.

It was years ago when it happened, back when Dwayne was still a high school student. To his credit, he hadn’t backed away from the pregnancy scare, despite the fact that a child at that point would have ruined both his and Holly Bellows’ life. The girl’s mean-spirited grandmother didn’t care that Dwayne was ready to help raise the child; all she cared about was that her beloved grand-daughter, her flawless little flower, had been defiled by a man.

Dwayne was shocked to see the old woman burning some form of incense when he approached the house. Expecting he might be a father soon, he had gone to a job interview that day, struggling to make peace with the end of his football career, plus his reputation when news of the baby got around.

He would find out later that Holly had never been pregnant. But that old crone still wanted revenge–and as Dwayne walked up those porch steps, ready to take responsibility for his mistake, that old witch charged at him and grabbed his arm.

“A curse on you, wretched pig!” she shouted. Her touch was ice-cold and left a mark on his skin–not to mention the mark it left on his life. He hadn’t believed in curses then, but that was soon to change…

Dwayne splashed water on his face and smiled. He was fine. The curse made him change into whatever the person staring at him wished he would be. That first time, the old crone had made him a shriveled old man. Once, he was a six-foot boa constrictor. Another time he was a statue. Whatever it was only lasted a week. All he had to do was make sure he was looking in the mirror as he felt the magic building up within him, tingling across his skin like a million prickly needles. If he was the only one looking at himself…

“Oh, sorry, Mr. Rock!”

Larry barged in. The lock Dwayne thought he had engaged must have been broken.

“Wow, you sure are bigger in person!” Larry said, licking his lips as he stared at the enormous actor.

Dwayne shivered. He grabbed at his phone as he felt his skin get cold. He dialed Gabe’s number. “Gabe, I need you t–”

His voice was cut off as his mouth suddenly formed into an O shape and froze in place. The large man panicked, his eyes darting around wildly. He roughly grabbed Larry by the shirt, slamming him against the wall.

“JESUS–what the… what are you doing?!” Larry said, as shocked by the Rock’s rubbery-looking mouth as he was to be manhandled by his hero.

Dwayne winced as he heard a loud vibrating sound coming from his pants. He glanced down as he felt his crotch buzzing. Worse than the sound was the sensation… his dick was SURGING with sensation and he didn’t want it to stop!

Dwayne’s grip on Larry’s shirt suddenly loosened as his fingers stiffened out. He silently screamed a plea for help as his massive, muscular arms suddenly straightened on their own. His muscular body, already hairless, took on a plastic sheen. He whimpered through his nose as he felt his body starting to stiffen, arms and legs akimbo. Then his gaze locked into place, a faraway stare painted on an inflatable body.

Larry adjusted his clothes as he examined what the movie star had turned into. It still looked like the Rock, but he was full of air, plastic, his muscles and face just painted on. His clothes were still real, but Larry quickly removed them and tossed them aside to examine the beautiful “sex toy” body the former wrestler had transformed into.

Between his legs was a cock that vibrated. Larry nudged it and smiled. “Wow. Nice feature. You must be an expensive model!” He gently bopped Dwayne on the nose and the nearly weightless man tipped over harmlessly. Larry picked him up easily with just one hand.

He laughed as Dwayne silently screamed. Larry reached down and turned the small nob before the ludicrous looking cock; suddenly the buzzing stopped, as did the flood of lust Dwayne had been drowning in. Relieved of that insatiable need, now he was left with just his helplessness–but in the edge of his thoughts, he could feel something creeping in…

“Looks like the plug is back here,” Larry said, finding a nozzle on Dwayne’s lower back. “Mr. Hollywood just needs a little deflation, I think,” Larry said, pulling the plug. Dwayne’s heart sank as he felt his body starting to empty, his limbs crumpling as he sank toward the floor. As the air rushed out of the former stud, Larry gathered up his things, neatly folding his clothes and going through his wallet.

Dwayne’s phone rang, but Larry promptly dropped it into the toilet. “I don’t think you’ll be needing that anymore,” Larry said. Dwayne’s neck emptied and his head flopped backward, forcing him to stare up at the restroom as the rest of his body lay limply on the floor. He watched as Larry emptied out his wallet, shoving his IDs deep into the garbage and taking his cash. Then he reached down and lifted the deflated action star, shaking him out like he was an old towel. “Let’s get you ready for transport, cutie,” he said, rolling up Dwayne.

The sensation of being twisted in on himself was maddening to the man. Something about the change had made him incredibly sensitive… and his thoughts! He knew it was part of his curse, but humming in the back of his mind were thoughts about Larry–how handsome he was, how much he loved him, how he just wanted Larry to touch him. That was what Larry wanted… and thanks to the curse, now it was real.

As his head was rolled up, Dwayne felt like he was losing his humanity… he would have roared in despair if he could have. He felt like he had taken ecstasy while he got a full-body massage. He was desperate for Larry to turn his vibrating cock back on… and in the meantime, the part of Dwayne that wanted to hold on to who he was tried to fight against those foreign instincts asserting themselves.

I’m not a thing, he repeated to himself as he Larry tucked the rolled-up tube of man into his pants, pulling his shirt down to cover the rest of him. I’m a man! I’m not… oh,  god, it’s so good to be close to Larry.

Dwayne couldn’t see what was going on, but he heard the waitress talking to someone–oh god, it was Gabe!

“I dunno, some guy was here earlier… wasn’t no movie star though,” she said.

“He’s pretty hard to miss,” Gabe said. “Enormous guy. Probably ate every carbohydrate you own.”

I’m right here, Gabe! I’m right here!

But their conversation got further away as Larry walked past them. Dwayne felt himself unceremoniously tossed to the passenger seat of Larry’s car as he heard the engine start up. At the very least, he had started to unroll a bit, giving his overstimulated nervous system a break.

“It’s like my prayers came true,” Larry said, reaching over to pet his deflated toy. His touch made Dwayne mad with desire. “I just bought a whole bottle of lube, too, Mr. Man. You just wait to see what I do to you tonight…”

Larry carried Dwayne into his house and hung him over a chair like a discarded garment. Dwayne dangled there, staring underneath a bed as a gentle breeze blew him back and forth. He started when Larry finally picked him up again, laying him on the bed… hooking up a compressor to his nozzle.

Dwayne felt a modicum of relief as his body started to inflate again, as if he’d reclaimed at least a part of his humanity. When Dwayne’s body felt full again, he expected Larry to turn the compressor off–but he kept it on.

“I want you BIG Mr. The Rock,” Larry said as Dwayne’s body continued to inflate. His arms, legs and chest expanded out beyond what they had been before. The pressure was murderous–he was afraid he would burst the entire time–but as his inflatable body bloated out, he realized he was even bigger than he had been as a man.

“THERE you are! Nice and big!” Larry said, squeezing Dwayne’s huge puffy arms. Just Larry’s touch drove Dwayne wild. He silently begged for Larry to keep touching him… “And look at THIS thing!” Larry reached down and grabbed the now-twelve-inch inflatable cock and turned on the vibrator.

At that, all that had remained of Dwayne’s resolve to fight this died away. A tidal wave of horniness hit him and he lost himself in it. All he cared about was Larry… being used by Larry, being fucked by Larry, making Larry happy.

He could taste the lube that Larry slathered on his puckered O-shaped mouth. It felt like saliva, making him feel like a man–but not as much as Larry’s big cock shoved in his face did. Oh, god, how he loved tasting Larry’s cock… and he loved tasting Larry’s cum even more.

The recently-spent man lifted his sex doll up to the mirror. “Look at you now, Mr. The Rock! Look at my cum dripping out of your mouth! What a fucking whore you are!”

The painted-on face was still unmistakably Dwayne Johnson… but the dollop of lube-and-jizz dangling from his chin confirmed Larry’s “whore” assessment. All of the extra inflation made him look nice and big and bulky. Look at my big muscles… I love being big… so hot… I’m a big tough man…

When Larry sat on his cock, bouncing up and down, Dwayne almost felt like he was in charge again. That’s right–can you smell the Rock FUCKING YOU! Then he heard loud POP–and felt a rushing pressure in his groin. His body started to slowly shrink back to its original proportions. Larry acted quickly, grabbing some duct-tape and slapping it on the puncture, saving Dwayne from flattening out again.

“Well, looks like you’re going to be a bottom from now on,” Larry said as he examined Dwayne’s burst cock.

Seven days later, Dwayne’s face was buried in a pillow when he felt a strange tingling. He felt warm. He smelled his sweat. He’d forgotten what his flesh smelled like. He barely noticed as he moaned aloud, still enthralled by the feeling of Larry’s cock inside him.

He grabbed fistfuls of Larry’s filthy sheets as he felt his ass tightening around Larry’s spurting cock. “FUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKK yesss…” He was gasping for breath when it was over. When Larry slid out, the sudden emptiness in his ass filled him with loss.

Dwayne rolled over. First he examined his hands, flexing his fingers. Then he sat up. Larry looked as shocked as he was.

“I’m… a man again…” Dwayne gasped. He pulled away Larry’s sheet–and was shocked that his body, which Larry had overinflated again, had remained enormous. He felt like he was over 400 pounds now, tilting the bed to one side as he hopped to his feet, making the entire room shake.

His elation at his massive size died out quickly as his eyes fell to his crotch. He reached down and peeled off the duct tape… and found nothing underneath.

“Oh god… oh no…” Dwayne said, rubbing his smooth crotch. For the first time, the curse left a lasting effect.

Larry stood, reaching up to rub Dwayne’s supersized shoulders, admiring the bare, featureless groin. “I think I like you better this way… Beefier where it counts!”

Larry slapped the gargantuan man’s huge ass and the goliath yelped. He licked his lips. He didn’t want to admit it… but he still craved Larry’s cock. He backed away from the much smaller man, afraid what he would do if he stayed. He sprinted from Larry’s house with a sheet around his waist, running as fast as his titanic legs would carry him. He had to find a phone, had to find Gabe… He had to think of an excuse for all this extra mass…

…and he had to fight the craving, pulsing in his chest, to sit on the first big dick he could find.