Epilogues: Jackson Gunn

[This should serve as an epilogue to this story. Enjoy!]

Carlos came back from the bathroom to see the Jackson Gunn doll tilted off the bed. The doll was face down, still posed the way Carlos had left him (his hands behind his head, making his huge arms into a set of handlebars Carlos could use while fucking big Jackson from behind). Carlos grabbed the spray-bottle of special cleaner they had delivered with the doll to spritz over the drying cum drooling from the Jackson’s doll’s hole. As he used a damp cloth to scrub Jackson’s rubbery ass clean, he gave the big cheeks a nice squish. It still felt unreal and rubbery, but it had a nice heft and a tensile quality like he was squeezing real human glutes.

At least, that’s what Carlos imagined; he’d never been with a man before, and had never even seen a man built like the Jackson doll in real life.

He heard soft moaning coming from the doll and assumed he’d stimulated its voicebox again. “I guess cleanup is easier if I just deflate the doll,” Carlos said, reaching for the button behind its knee. “It said in the manual it was dishwasher safe.”

“N-n-noooo…”

Did his doll just say, “No?” Carlos paused, then grabbed the doll by the beefy biceps and hoisted it upright.

“D-d-d-don’t… deflate… me…”

The sound came from the doll’s mouth, unlike its earlier declarations of enjoyment, which had come from a voicebox in its chest. Carlos actually felt its breath! Something looked different about the eyes. They didn’t look painted on anymore. They looked real.

Then they blinked.

“What the fuck?” Carlos said as he gazed into the doll’s face. The lips were actually moving. He could feel the doll inhaling and exhaling, its beefy rubber chest rising and falling with each breath. Carlos stared at the doll, confused, as the eyes started to dart around.

“H-h-help me…” moaned the doll. Its voice was deep and sexy, but not the same voice that had buzzed from its chest before.

“Are you broken?” Carlos asked. The doll had come with a digital download code for care instructions. Carlos had skimmed it, and remembered a chapter entitled “If Your Doll Starts to Move on Its Own” but hadn’t read more than the first few words.

The doll winced, then licked its lips and opened its eyes. “Oh, thank god,” he said. “I can talk. What’s my body look like? I can’t look down. Am I still a sex doll?”

Carlos leaned the big Jackson doll against the wall. He grunted as his head hit the wall. “I don’t think this is supposed to be happening,” Carlos said.

“No! No it isn’t,” the doll said. “My name’s Jackson. I’m a real guy! They did this to me--turned me into this. I need your help. You need to call the police or something. They’re doing this to lots of guys. Lots of them!”

Carlos looked the beefy muscleguy doll up and down. The coloring on its “flesh” was starting to change, getting a little pinker with every second. He pinched the doll’s nipple and was shocked to find it felt like real skin.

“Oooh, shit,” the Jackson doll moaned. “Fuck, that felt too fucking good… Is my dick still rubber?”

A smile spread across Carlos’ face. What a hilarious phrase to hear a big muscleguy like this, especially one that used to be an inanimate fucktoy, stating so naturally! “Sure is, big man. Are you telling me you used to be real? This isn’t a body someone designed for fucking only?”

“No, no,” Jackson pleaded. “I’m a bodybuilder. This is my body, just… I’m not supposed to be rubber. Fuck, god, I need… I need help, but more than anything, I need to cum… so bad!”

Carlos looked down. The doll’s fingers and toes were wiggling. It was only a matter of time before he started moving again. “It looks like you’re turning back into a man,” Carlos said. “Can you feel this?” He stroked the big guy’s cock, which still felt like rubber.

Jackson’s eyes nearly popped from his head. “FUCK! Don’t do that again! I mean… I mean, please… please grab my cock… I mean, no, fuck…” His head started to move side to side. “Fuck, I think it’s wearing off early! I need you to make… some phone calls for me, okay? Can you do that?”

Carlos smirked. “So what do you want? You want me to make you cum or call for help? I think I should do the one before I do the other, don’t you?”

Jackson nodded. The rubbery hair looked real now, as did his facial stubble. Carlos put his head against the big man’s massive pecs. He could hear a heartbeat under there!

“Okay, look,” Jackson begged. “Just wait a minute. Like… until my whole body’s real. Then, I’ll just… I’ll just jerk myself off… and then… I need you to call the cops.” He watched the big doll’s muscular hands reaching toward the erect cock, still too locked in doll position to reach it.

“I’m sure you’re in a big frenzy,” Carlos said. “I fucked you six times already. Do you remember all that? Can you feel my load dripping from your ass?”

Jackson gave a look of pleasurable pain. “Oh, god, yeah… Fuck, man… I remember every single time.” One of his pecs suddenly flexed, followed by the other. His arms started to bend. “Okay, I can move, almost… can you get me a phone?”

Carlos nodded. He walked into the other room, but pulled up the “Sex Doll Care and Maintenance Manual” on his phone. He read about a small pouch that came in the box. It contained a syringe for just this inevitability.

“Fuck, I’m getting heavier again,” Jackson moaned from the other room. “Fuck, I can’t stand, I’m sliding to the floor!”

“I’m coming!” Carlos called back as he read the instructions: Of course, this humanized state is only temporary and will wear off, but getting it back into its doll shape is better for the doll’s internal psychology. “Psychology of a doll,” Carlos muttered. “What the fuck ever.”

Jackson was on the floor, staring transfixed at his rock-hard cock. His hands reached for it as drool poured from his mouth. “Oh fuck, I’m so close… God I have to cum. God I need to cum so bad!”

Jackson’s hand had just around the cock, one pump in, when Carlos jabbed the needle into his beefy shoulder and squeezing the plunger.

The changes were mostly instant. Jackson’s body froze. The sounds of him breathing stopped, and his body took on its rubbery look again.

“Oh god,” Jackson moaned sadly. “God, I’m like… Like about to cum. I can feel it about to blow, god… God you made me a doll again right before I came!” His whimpering seemed comical coming from his massive body now.

“Imagine that,” Carlos said as he watched the light fade from Jackson’s eyes again. “Being stuck on the edge of cumming pretty much forever. Big guy like you, I bet you’ve never had to wait to cum in your whole life! Poor baby.” A single tear welled up in Jackson’s eyes before he shifted fully back to doll-state. Carlos wiped the tear away, then used his cloth to wipe the shiny precum from the doll’s crotch. It looked like the very beginnings of a cum spurt were starting to burst from the end of the cock, so he went to the bathroom to get a q-tip.

“You won’t mind if I clean this up, will you?” Carlos said, chuckling as he twisted the q-tip into Jackson’s dick hole. “It’s funny, if fucking your ass drove you into a frenzy before, I wonder what this feels like?”

The voicebox from Jackson’s chest buzzed again. “--Thank--You--Daddy--I’m--Your--Muscle--Slave”

“That’s right,” Carlos said as he gave Jackson’s face a pinch and dragged him back on to the bed.