Pillow 3 - Barbie massage X

(Man into doll)*

The flow of running water was echoing in the distance, the smell of burning incense filled the massage chamber, it was suffocating.

I was kneeling down, nude of all cloth and with my heart also naked.

Arushi was in front of me, she was wearing her masseuse uniform, white pants and a white shirt that barely contained her sweet brown breasts, an ebony beauty no matter what clothes she wear.

She seemed surprised to have found me in the room, even more so when I knelt down, but not so much by the nudity.

An intense blush on my cheeks, I gulped, I couldn’t go back, so I just came out and said it knowing very well I didn’t deserve this goddess.

“I love you...”

Arushi blinked several times, then she chuckled.

My heart sank, I could have died right there and then... but then she offered me her hand.

I grabbed it, a life saver, she helped me rise up and pulled me closer.

“I love you too...” she whispered as I felt her breasts press against my chest. “But I am at work, so get on the couch, OK?”

Never in my life have I been more eager as I climbed onto that bed.

“Lay down.” she said with her bright smile, almost an order. “I will be with you in a minute.”

I obey, taking a deep breath of the incense, shivering at the thrill of having the love of my life saying she loved me back.

Arushi went to a cabinet, I heard her preparing something, when she came to my side she was holding an odd clay bowl filled with lube.

She put it on a small table by the side of the couch.

“Down...” one of her hands was on my chest and she firmly pushed me down.

I lay there, perfectly stiff, naked, ready as she lit some candles.

“Hmm... Yes... this will be lovely...” she mumbled, rubbing her hands with the lotion.

Then, when everything was ready, she touched me.

Her moistened fingers touched my skin and my world crumbled into ecstasy.

It was as if she was touching the nerves under the skin, fondling them, making me moan.

“Don’t move.”

I didn’t.

Her fingers kept touching, sliding, covering my skin with the lotion.

They reached my shoulders and pressed, I didn’t see it, but in my mind I imagined her long nails penetrating the skin easily and painlessly.

My body became loose, weightless, free.

My eyes closed as her hands reached my groin, she chuckled, there’s no need to say how hard my penis was, throbbing, already at the edge of an orgasm.

Then those bites of pain began in that sea of pleasure.

I groaned, but Arushi told me not to move and I was going to obey until the end.

She slid up and down my erection, sliding under the scrotum, making me feel...

Hot...

Cold...

Moaning I raised my head and then saw what she was doing.

Her hands were molding the flesh of my cock as if it was clay on a wheel , stretching the foreskin, molding the inner phallus, pushing down on the scrotum.

But it wasn’t clay, it was plastic, lukewarm plastic of a similar tone to my own brownish skin.

“What are you doing to me...?!” I yelled.

She chuckled.

“I love you, my sweet darling, but there’s something wrong with you.”

Her hand squeezed, I felt a shiver all over my skin as she firmly pressed on my sex,

“Wrong?”

“Yes, you just happen to be a man and I don’t like that very much, I’m more of a ladies girl myself, so we are going to have to solve that.”

“Solve...”

“Solve. I’m gonna make you into something that I can love forever without any worries.”

My eyes trembled as my penis was pushed down, shrunk by her fingers on my crotch, the fingers that forced my ballsack inside my flesh, the nails that created a very soft crease in the plastic surface.

She was glowing as she looked directly into my terrified face.

“Did I ever tell you that I collect Barbie dolls?”

I shake my head.

“No! NO! Stop!”

I tried to move, throw myself off the couch, it was to no use, my muscles didn’t obey me anymore, I was hopelessly motionless and stiff, completely at her mercy and under her control.

“Don’t panic, dummy, you are going to love it!”

“STOP! I am a man!”

My protests didn’t make her hesitate.

“Quite a cockless one I must say...” she giggled as her hands moved easily down my groin, up my rear, curving my buttocks, molding my flesh.

With a few cracks and squelches my body began to shrink and compress as I moaned and sobbed.

“I want to be a man...!” I mumbled.

Arushi slid up towards my hips, pressing them into the girly hourglass figure of that famous doll, the damn doll she was damning me to become.

She fondled my stiff legs, any part her fingertips touched was left as plastic, hairless smooth plastic.

It was both so cold and so hot and particularly moist.

Her hand closed around my toes and when she moved it no toes were left, instead a single lump at the end of motionless plastic legs.

“SOMEBODY! HELP ME!” I yelled. “Please!”

“Shhhh...!”

I couldn’t move, I couldn’t escape, my lower half having been almost completely reshaped in that plastic doom.

While flattening my belly her fingers moved upwards to my chest, pushing and squeezing strongly to mold a plastic feminine nippleless bust.

She forced my closed fists open and then got rid of my fingers, leaving them as useless as she had left my feet.

I couldn’t stop crying, flashes sparkling in my scared mind, ideas that made me want to shake my head, but my neck was only becoming more and more stiff by the moment.

Images of what it means to be a doll.

Of what a void inanimate existence means.

I saw the permanently smiling face of my fate, her dull eyes, it was terrifying, it would have made my penis twitch if I still had one.

Very slowly Arushi, the couch, the whole room was becoming larger, my whole body shrinking, my pleas twisting into pitiful squeaks of despair.

“Arushi...” I gasped. “I love u...” I cried.

“I know...”

She was enormous.

She owned me.

Those cursed wet fingers reached my head, they passed over my face, in between my black hair.

The fingers pulled, I moaned as my womanly artificial mane was stretched into existence.

The plastic would reach my face soon, I wanted to beg, but...

“Hmm...!”

My mouth sealed into smiling lips as Arushi tenderly and firmly remade my face into femininity.

She moved away.

“Just wait a moment.” she said as if I could do anything else.

As she went to look for something my body kept shrinking down, becoming at the same time thinner and more plastic to match the unrealistic proportions of womanhood of a doll.

My eyes could still move when she reappeared in my field of view.

“TADA!” 

She showed me a little cloth dress, a doll’s dress, white, soft blue and orange, made in the fashion of a traditional Indian sari.

“You love it?” she asks, I couldn’t answer. “You love it.” she affirmed.

It was quite cute.

With a single hand she lifts my body up from the couch, she slid a pair of tiny panties onto my crotch, followed by the dress over my head.

Carefully she dressed me up, wrapping the small piece of fabric around my waist and my back, pressing it firmly to make sure it wouldn’t fall off.

I was impressed to discover that my plastic skin could still feel the smooth satin like cloth.

And not just the cloth.

Her, I could feel her, every time plastic and flesh met it vibrated all over my tiny body, making the already hard struggle to stay awake, to remain myself and not a doll, nearly impossible.

“You look wonderful.”

There was no human skin on my body, just the terrified glances of my eyes as I tried to combat those thoughts.

The thoughts of giving up to what was invading my mind.

Of being a thing, to be shown and played with, wanting her to play with me forever.

Her immense fingers tied my hair into a long braid that rested on one of my shoulders.

I was in her hands and she was happy.

“Don’t fight it, darling, you are perfect now, all I wanted, something I can love.”

Never had I wanted to scream so much, but I couldn’t, I didn’t have a mouth anymore.

I was just as horny, since the moment I lay down on that couch, turning plastic only made it stronger, getting dressed as a doll turned me on as if a motor had been placed between my legs.

I didn’t get wet, I couldn’t, yet I felt damp.

Arushi’s lips leaned over my head, bigger than life, they kissed my forehead and the man I was, the man I dreamed of being for her, crumbled into empty dust, into less than nothing as my eyes froze into the eternal happiness of a doll.

The man in me broke.

It felt so good, her touch, being owned, an everlasting moment of sexual pleasure.

Belonging.

She raised her lips and looked down smiling at the toy she had in her hands.

“I am sorry, but I have other clients, my sweet thing...” my owner said as she walked towards a cabinet. “But they aren’t going to be as lucky as you, that’s for sure.” She opened the door of the cabinet from where she had picked the ingredients for the massage and placed me standing between the bottles and the jars that were now bigger than me. “You look wonderful, did I say that? Don’t you worry, I have a real display for you at home, I will put you in a place of honor in my collection... and of course, we will play... but later, for now just wait and look nice for me, OK?”

She already had her answer even if I couldn’t answer, she closed the crystal door.

I stood perfectly still inside the cabinet, stiff and inanimate, looking forward with a smile.

She had her doll.

I was gone.