Percy the Dollman (Patron Request)

Percy Thompson the IV only had one true love--himself. In his thirties, he was happily single, though he often had a different young model hanging off his arm each week, though none pretty enough to upstage him. He had, indeed, bee graced with a rather beautiful jawline, a perfect complexion, a sizable endowment, and the confidence that can only come from someone with sufficient wealth to never have to worry about anything more than finding something to alleviate their boredom. However, age was a monster--one that not even Percy could defeat, and so, as he began to notice that his skin was sagging slightly, his hair thinning, with a few flecks of grey, he found himself turning more and more towards ways to maintain his youth--including plastic surgery.

Dr. Rick Henderson came highly regarded in celebrity circles. He was an older fellow, perhaps not the most pristine figure himself, but one does not have to necessarily exemplify taste in order to have it. His nose jobs were subtle and natural, his boob jobs effortless--both impossible to miss, and easy to deny to the tabloids. Rick knew what a human body could do, knew what it could be, and when he met Percy for the first time--he found himself obsessed with him.

Rick was gay--this was well known, and not something that bothered Percy. In fact, he would have been bothered by the idea of being worked on by someone who did not find him attractive--though he would have never admitted this to anyone, even himself. But for Rick it was more than attraction, it was more than desire--it was the potential he saw in Percy, the foundations for something...greater. For a beauty no one had seen before.

It was a tragedy, what happened next. Percy went under for a slight adjustment to the ridge of his nose, and never woke up. He had had a stroke, and never revived. His family was stricken with grief, of course, but the massive life insurance payment helped ease the burden, and of course no one blamed Rick--it was just tragic chance. But the body that was buried a few days later was not, in fact, Percy. Rick had spent several millions on his scheme, and Percy was secure down in the basement of his home, sleeping, and Rick went to work perfecting.

Rick could do subtle, yes, but he did not enjoy subtle. Subtle did not arouse him, and as he had grown older, he had found it took more and more to inflame his passions then had before. Thicker lips, wider asses, huge pecs, strange cocks, utterly smooth and hairless skin, unnaturally so. Plastic and rubber and silicone. Percy remained asleep for weeks--such a long rest would result in some damage to his mind, but he did not need to be intelligent--he simply needed to be beautiful.

At last, he was healed, and Rick brought him up from his long slumber. It took Percy awhile to realize he wasn’t dreaming, that the strange figure in the mirror, with the thick pursed lips, the tight skin stretched back to the scalp, the thick long hair, the smooth, poreless body, the thick pecs, the wide, jiggly ass, his now minuscule cock--he couldn’t believe it was really him, and he was furious. Rick couldn’t understand it--didn’t he see how beautiful he was? Percy tried to fight, but weeks confined to his bed had left his weakened and slender, and even the old, chubby doctor could overpower him, strap him back to the bed, and put him back to sleep.

Rick was furious. How could such a selfish man look at all of his work, and not be grateful? How could someone look at that, and not see such...unnatural beauty? Rick went down, and watched his sleeping now, how peaceful he seemed. How doll-like. He...had those plans, he supposed, but wasn’t that...unethical? Did ethics really matter, after everything he had done, to this point? 

The joints first. He paralyzed the muscles, froze them in place, detached the tendons and created his own joints--fully posable, yes, but beyond Percy’s control now. Arms and shoulders, pelvis, legs. It took weeks, but finally, he had the result he’d imagined--a fully poseable dollman--he thought about waking him then...but there was still more he desired, and he had come so far already. He removed his cock and balls entirely, smoothed the skin below it. There wasn’t so much as a scar to show that anything had been there at all, before. He debated, but allowed him to keep his nipples--he simply enlarged them, pumped them, filled them out until they resembled small cocks themselves. Lastly, came the jaw, and the throat. He removed the teeth, replaced them with plastic foam. Froze the jaw, so his mouth was open permanently, his lips in perfect blowjob form. Removed his vocal cords. Months now, had passed, and when he woke Percy from his sleep this time, it was clear that he had sustained rather substantial brain damage, too much to really know what had happened to him, or what he was--but that was alright. He was just a doll now--he didn’t need to know anything.

Some days, Rick would dress him up, toy with him, fuck him in leather, or rubber, or in a little maid’s uniform. Some days, he did little more than keep him alive--feed him fluids, empty his bladder and bowels, and then park him in his corner, while he went to work. Others, Rick would tinker more, using Percy as a prototype now, seeing what he could have done better--because there was already someone else, now. A new celebrity, someone almost as handsome as Percy, new to Rick’s office. Perhaps...one more accident. This one, he could do right. After all, Percy wouldn’t live for much longer, but Rick had already made plans to preserve him, for posterity’s sake. He would need a new living doll though--and this one really would be perfect.