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It was Evan's 37th birthday and no one had noticed. He'd gone to work at the steel mill, had two cupcakes for lunch, and come home with nary a blink from his co-workers. His chair creaked from his excessive bulk as he checked into Facebook, hoping that someone would have remembered the date.

His boring timeline was devoid of birthday notifications. He saw all his ‘friends’ posting about their day, their lunch, or their latest cat video, but nothing more. But then the last notification was a 'Suggested Topic,’ and it popped up with a birthday message.

"Comfort Dolls wishes 'Evan Price' a Happy Birthday! Click here for your free birthday gift!"

Evan raised his eyebrows at the message. "Comfort Dolls?" he said through a mouthful of Oreo as he clicked the link.

A language preferences gateway greeted him, as he saw English and Kanji choices, with high-res studio photographs of beautiful female dolls under soft lighting. Many of the pics were of Asian dolls, but there were blond and redhead models as well. They had wide thick-lashed eyes and pouty lips that were so lifelike they could have mistaken for real, if not for the slight tell-tale lines and seams.

Crumbs dribbled onto the keyboard as Evan gaped at the screen. Suddenly realizing the mess, he brushed at the keys and heard a 'bleep' as the 'Kanji' option was selected.

"Oh, shit," he muttered, swallowing what was in his mouth and pushing the rest of the cookies away.

The portal site loaded and he saw a circular flash-animated website, like a wheel or pie chart, with icons such as 'eyes', 'breasts', and a triangle he presumed to be the genital area. Other icons were less obvious to make out, and the kanji was all flash-based so he couldn't select them for cut and paste to cheat with Google Translate.

He hovered his mouse around, hoping for some kind of pop-ups to help identify the selections. Then he clicked on the 'eyes'.

Close-up pictures of various eye shapes appeared on screen. There were almond eyes, large bambi eyes, and half-lidded sultry eyes, along with a color bar chart.

"Whoa ... It's a sex doll designer?" he said, leaning in closer. He went through the eye options, and selected a set of large, anime-like, surprised eyes in a deep forest green.

A pleasant sounding chime emitted from the speakers as his selection was loaded. A happy cheerful child-like voice chirped excitedly in Japanese, the meaning unclear. However, it sounded like an encouraging "Almost there! Keep going!" The menu returned to the wheel-chart, with the eyes selection now 'locked in' and greyed out. Unbeknownst to Evan, his own pupils began to slowly change hue.

Amazed by the site, he rubbed his eyes and glanced over the remaining options. The site had mentioned a free gift, which he doubted was a free sex doll, but for now, it wouldn't hurt to design a dream girl, right? Evan eagerly went to the 'breasts' option.

The wheel chart this time opened up into a wheel within a wheel within a wheel, with the inner wheel showing areola sizes, the middle one showing nipple shapes ranging from conical to pointy thumb-like nipples, and then the outermost wheel showing the shape and fullness of the breasts themselves. The site was really detailed, far more than anything Evan had ever seen, and he felt more than a twinge of envy that the Japanese had such an ease of access for kinky stuff like this on the web.

Looking through all the options, he settled on smaller areolas, but thick thumb-like nipples. He was most curious about how big he could choose for the breasts. He'd always had a thing for big firm stripper (or porn) tits. The kind that looked like a pair of watermelons sitting up on the woman's chest.

Quick experimentation showed Evan that he could select the round melon shaped breasts and then adjust a slider to change the size and 'gravity' of the breasts. He locked them in at maximum size and ‘zero’ gravity that made them sit up unrealisitcally. It was a fantasy doll, so who gave a crap about reality.

As he did made the selection, a pop-up appeared, showing a feminine shape that was mostly grey, but the eyes and breasts were now visible.

"Oh, so cool," he said, scratching his chest and moving on to the triangle option.

As the menu-wheel opened up, he could see that there were again, wheels within wheels, all detailing the plumpness of the mons, the amount of gap, even the shape and 'fleshiness' of the lips, from slim 'oyster' shapes to more pronounced thick-lips. The crowning touch was the slider-selections of pubic hair, trimming, lushness, and color.

Growing hard from all the images of pussy, he filtered through the options, eventually going with a medium-plump mons, a tight gap, and very fleshy lips. He chuckled as he saw the option to have the hair trimmed like a bullseye, and selected that with auburn-red hair.

The pop-up again changed to reflect his selections, filling them in and showing a bit more of the woman taking shape.

Unsure of the other options, Evan selected one randomly and it opened to show an hourglass figure along with sliders that seemed to control weight, waist, hips, and belly.

Playing with the sliders, he gave her an impossibly narrow waist, decent hips, tight belly and average weight. "No fatties," he chuckled.

Evan noticed when he checked the pop-up again that one of the sections he hadn't addressed already had an entry in it, the figure showed a hair color on the head now, bright ginger red; apparently the carpet always matched the drapes by default. He chuckled at the intelligence of the site.

So entranced by the variety of choices and details, that Evan hadn't noticed his own waist drawing in, his hips rounding out, while his pelvis softened like taffy and slowly shifted shape, growing deeper and wider, while his nipples were stiff and erect now, atop growing mounds.

Speaking of hair, he proceeded to select the 'hair' options, selecting long wavy locks that flowed down over the shoulders, with a full head of hair in the back, but her 'sideburns' also come down to her nipples.

Continuing his dream-girl creation, Evan proceeded to hit each wheel choice in turn. Ears were given size and shape sliders, lobes for sensuality, and piercing options. He made them petite with a simple single piercing with small diamond earrings.

Arms and legs were given a number of sliders to determine proportional musculature and fat 'softness' under the skin. The thighs alone had options for thickness, jiggle factor, and even subtle or obvious cottage cheese marks to provide more realistic distinguishing textures. He gave her an athletic physique with thick thighs.

Her skin would be perfect and smooth, with only one small birthmark of a flower on her hip.

Each wheel menu choice was recorded and displayed on the pop-up woman, and the female taking shape was looking more and more real with each selection. The changes to his body were slowly catching up with the image on the pop-up as he dithered and explored the remaining options.

Just as he locked in the last option for his dream girl; full red lips in a cupid bow pout with an articulated mouth for oral pleasure, he leaned back in his chair and absently scratched at his arms.

The final detail locked-in, the pop-up now displayed what looked like a Gift-Tag sticker, showing in gaudy pink and white, "Hello! My name is ______," along with a choice of props and costume to be delivered with. The selection was simple and limited, as Evan might have suspected, these things probably came from a limited inventory. Maid. Housewife. Secretary. Nurse. Diner Waitress. Jailbird Orange. Schoolgirl.

Evan pondered a moment, and then typed in 'Lexi'. He hovered over each costume choice, considering, then clicked on the Schoolgirl option, chuckling at the thought of such a sexbomb of a woman dressed in a skimpy schoolgirl uniform.

The woman on the screen was so life-like she had all of Evan's attention.

As he selected the costume and hit enter, he noticed his french tip manicured fingernails and held up the dainty hands that had replaced his beefy meat hooks.

"What the hell?" came a sultry voice followed by a startled gasp. Looking down, he was stunned by a pair of huge mounds that were straining inside his Avengers T-shirt. He felt hair tickling his neck and reached up to touch the soft full lips on his face.

"What? How?" he stammered, struggling to stand and feeling the itchy tingling between his legs. His huge 48/34 jeans were loose and fell into a pool at his dainty feet.

His clothes were still recognizable, but he could see the threads of fabric being slowly rewoven even as he watched in shock. They were rapidly becoming the Japanese schoolgirl uniform he had chosen.

A bright cheery exclamation burst out from the speakers and he saw happy animated Chibi-Dolls dancing around and waving flags, as a loading bar started processing "Lexi ...Rendering Now"

"Wait? What? NO!" 'she' insisted, looking at her hands, pulling at her hair and then hefting the enormous breasts.

The computer was starting to sing as badly-accented Japanese voices burst into strains of "Happy Bird-day To Ru!!"

"No, no, no, no," she repeated as she watched her clothes continue to change. How could this be happening? She'd was just playing around with the site! She'd wanted to design her dream girl, not BECOME her!

Suddenly she found herself voiceless, as well as breathless. She didn't feel like she was suffocating, she simply wasn't breathing anymore, and when she opened her mouth to speak, no noise came out. Her lips began to feel numb and stayed open in an ‘O’ position..

Panic filled her mind as she tried to shout but couldn't. She reached up to feel her mouth and throat before glancing back at the computer.

The rendering was at 54% and the figure on the pop-up was rotating and taking on more and more photorealistic textures and shading as the rendering continued, including the tell-tale seams and joint-lines.

Horror filled Lexi’s mind and she tried to run to the bathroom to see what was happening to her. Her knees felt weak and rubbery, and she tottered into the bathroom and caught herself on the counter. Her dreamgirl made real reflected in the mirror above the sink, her full lips open and her long wavy hair hanging down over her shoulders to her breasts.

She gazed at the image in the mirror, still trying to accept that it was her reflected there. She looked just like the computer had promised, and she even checked her hip for the birthmark. She started back for the living room, but found her legs even stiffer, making it harder to walk.

Her ankles buckled and she toppled to the floor, but didn't feel like she fell with all that much force. It was as if she weighed a LOT less now. Falling face first she tried to yelp, but again there was no sound. Her boobs hit first and she seemed to bounce slightly and toppled over onto her back. She struggled to sit up as she felt her legs and feet tighten and freeze while her toes pointed. It got harder to stay upright as her back wanted to straighten, and even her arms got weak as she was forced to lay back. She stared up at the ceiling, even her eye movement locked straight ahead.

She could still barely move her neck and head, as she felt the rest of her body grow more and more stiff, like a wet blanket of numb pins and needles flowing over herself. She saw the silicone-shine come over her skin, saw the faintest seam lines of exceptional quality molding trace along her limbs and sides, and felt as well as saw the distinct formation of gaps where her joints were located.

‘Fully poseable and detachable for quick and easy storage,’ she thought to herself, as if remembering a feature of sale, even though she hadn't been able to read a single word of kanji.

Less and less able to move, she wondered how long she'd be like this. How long until anyone found her. What would they think? What would they do?

She heard the sound of the singing stop and a series of chimes ring out from the computer; "Done!"

Then her front door opened and she heard footsteps, but she could no longer turn her head or move to look who was coming inside. Her eyes were frozen open however, and she couldn't even close her eyes in fearful horror at what had befallen her. Voices in Japanese began to echo through the halls, and she saw movement at the edges of her peripheral vision. Suddenly hands picked her up and a sheet of semi-opaque plastic covered her vision. She could tell she was being bundled up and wrapped, slid into some kind of box, and packing peanuts flowed over herself.

Fear filled her mind as she tried to tell them to stop, tried to shout out in anger, but it was no use. Wrapped and packed, darkness soon enveloped her as the box was shut up and all sound was muffled to virtually nothing. Vaguely sensing the box being moved, she wanted to cry. It was supposed to be her birthday.

- - -

It was hard to tell how much time had passed, but when light suddenly flooded her field of vision, she saw several moving figures and heard the singing of Happy Birthday. Looking up at her she saw the pleased look of a nerdy Japanese man exclaiming in delight, "AH! Com-Fu-Ta Do-Ru!"

He eagerly tore the plastic away from Lexi and read the gift tag that had been attached to her wrist. "Her name is Lexi! Oh Lexi, you will be bestu friends with me!"

Her mind dulled from exhaustion and sensory deprivation, she struggled once more to talk, but once again failed. When he hugged her, she felt a warm tingle of pleasure wash through her body, centering on her hard nipples and in her crotch.

Over the next several hours, her new owner used her several times while also passing her around to several party-goers. The slightest touch, much less any use of her orifices, set her consciousness aflame with pleasurable delights. She found herself lost in a maelstrom of sensory overload until as the day finally seemed to wane.

Her owner had been taking pictures of her throughout the day, and now was putting her in various ‘caual’ poses throughout his home. He’d prop her up in the kitchen, making it look like she was cooking. He stood her with the vacuum, making it look like she was cleaning.

Then he put her in the fresher, posed on the toilet with her legs akimbo, and placed a tablet in her hands as if she was reading. The website loaded on the page was the Comfort Doll site in English, and she saw that it had a profile open named ‘Lexi.’ It showed all her pertinent statistics, and listed her birthday as the same as Evan’s.

Trapped inside her new body with no sensation other than the tingles from sensual contact, she already found herself wondering when her owner would use her again, just so she could feel something and at least have a bit of joy to distract her from her plight.

-END-

Description
It was Evan's 37th birthday and no one had noticed. He'd gone to work at the steel mill, had two cupcakes for lunch, and come home with nary a blink from his co-workers. His chair creaked from his excessive bulk as he checked into Facebook, hoping that someone would have remembered the date.

His boring timeline was devoid of birthday notifications. He saw all his ‘friends’ posting about their day, their lunch, or their latest cat video, but nothing more. But then the last notification was a 'Suggested Topic,’ and it popped up with a birthday message.

"Comfort Dolls wishes 'Evan Price' a Happy Birthday! Click here for your free birthday gift!"

Evan raised his eyebrows at the message. "Comfort Dolls?" he said through a mouthful of Oreo as he clicked the link.

A language preferences gateway greeted him, as he saw English and Kanji choices, with high-res studio photographs of beautiful female dolls under soft lighting. Many of the pics were of Asian dolls, but there were blond and redhead models as well. They had wide thick-lashed eyes and pouty lips that were so lifelike they could have mistaken for real, if not for the slight tell-tale lines and seams.

Crumbs dribbled onto the keyboard as Evan gaped at the screen. Suddenly realizing the mess, he brushed at the keys and heard a 'bleep' as the 'Kanji' option was selected.

"Oh, shit," he muttered, swallowing what was in his mouth and pushing the rest of the cookies away.

The portal site loaded and he saw a circular flash-animated website, like a wheel or pie chart, with icons such as 'eyes', 'breasts', and a triangle he presumed to be the genital area. Other icons were less obvious to make out, and the kanji was all flash-based so he couldn't select them for cut and paste to cheat with Google Translate.

He hovered his mouse around, hoping for some kind of pop-ups to help identify the selections. Then he clicked on the 'eyes'.

Close-up pictures of various eye shapes appeared on screen. There were almond eyes, large bambi eyes, and half-lidded sultry eyes, along with a color bar chart.

"Whoa ... It's a sex doll designer?" he said, leaning in closer. He went through the eye options, and selected a set of large, anime-like, surprised eyes in a deep forest green.

A pleasant sounding chime emitted from the speakers as his selection was loaded. A happy cheerful child-like voice chirped excitedly in Japanese, the meaning unclear. However, it sounded like an encouraging "Almost there! Keep going!" The menu returned to the wheel-chart, with the eyes selection now 'locked in' and greyed out. Unbeknownst to Evan, his own pupils began to slowly change hue.

Amazed by the site, he rubbed his eyes and glanced over the remaining options. The site had mentioned a free gift, which he doubted was a free sex doll, but for now, it wouldn't hurt to design a dream girl, right? Evan eagerly went to the 'breasts' option.

The wheel chart this time opened up into a wheel within a wheel within a wheel, with the inner wheel showing areola sizes, the middle one showing nipple shapes ranging from conical to pointy thumb-like nipples, and then the outermost wheel showing the shape and fullness of the breasts themselves. The site was really detailed, far more than anything Evan had ever seen, and he felt more than a twinge of envy that the Japanese had such an ease of access for kinky stuff like this on the web.

Looking through all the options, he settled on smaller areolas, but thick thumb-like nipples. He was most curious about how big he could choose for the breasts. He'd always had a thing for big firm stripper (or porn) tits. The kind that looked like a pair of watermelons sitting up on the woman's chest.

Quick experimentation showed Evan that he could select the round melon shaped breasts and then adjust a slider to change the size and 'gravity' of the breasts. He locked them in at maximum size and ‘zero’ gravity that made them sit up unrealisitcally. It was a fantasy doll, so who gave a crap about reality.

As he did made the selection, a pop-up appeared, showing a feminine shape that was mostly grey, but the eyes and breasts were now visible.

"Oh, so cool," he said, scratching his chest and moving on to the triangle option.

As the menu-wheel opened up, he could see that there were again, wheels within wheels, all detailing the plumpness of the mons, the amount of gap, even the shape and 'fleshiness' of the lips, from slim 'oyster' shapes to more pronounced thick-lips. The crowning touch was the slider-selections of pubic hair, trimming, lushness, and color.

Growing hard from all the images of pussy, he filtered through the options, eventually going with a medium-plump mons, a tight gap, and very fleshy lips. He chuckled as he saw the option to have the hair trimmed like a bullseye, and selected that with auburn-red hair.

The pop-up again changed to reflect his selections, filling them in and showing a bit more of the woman taking shape.

Unsure of the other options, Evan selected one randomly and it opened to show an hourglass figure along with sliders that seemed to control weight, waist, hips, and belly.

Playing with the sliders, he gave her an impossibly narrow waist, decent hips, tight belly and average weight. "No fatties," he chuckled.

Evan noticed when he checked the pop-up again that one of the sections he hadn't addressed already had an entry in it, the figure showed a hair color on the head now, bright ginger red; apparently the carpet always matched the drapes by default. He chuckled at the intelligence of the site.

So entranced by the variety of choices and details, that Evan hadn't noticed his own waist drawing in, his hips rounding out, while his pelvis softened like taffy and slowly shifted shape, growing deeper and wider, while his nipples were stiff and erect now, atop growing mounds.

Speaking of hair, he proceeded to select the 'hair' options, selecting long wavy locks that flowed down over the shoulders, with a full head of hair in the back, but her 'sideburns' also come down to her nipples.

Continuing his dream-girl creation, Evan proceeded to hit each wheel choice in turn. Ears were given size and shape sliders, lobes for sensuality, and piercing options. He made them petite with a simple single piercing with small diamond earrings.

Arms and legs were given a number of sliders to determine proportional musculature and fat 'softness' under the skin. The thighs alone had options for thickness, jiggle factor, and even subtle or obvious cottage cheese marks to provide more realistic distinguishing textures. He gave her an athletic physique with thick thighs.

Her skin would be perfect and smooth, with only one small birthmark of a flower on her hip.

Each wheel menu choice was recorded and displayed on the pop-up woman, and the female taking shape was looking more and more real with each selection. The changes to his body were slowly catching up with the image on the pop-up as he dithered and explored the remaining options.

Just as he locked in the last option for his dream girl; full red lips in a cupid bow pout with an articulated mouth for oral pleasure, he leaned back in his chair and absently scratched at his arms.

The final detail locked-in, the pop-up now displayed what looked like a Gift-Tag sticker, showing in gaudy pink and white, "Hello! My name is ______," along with a choice of props and costume to be delivered with. The selection was simple and limited, as Evan might have suspected, these things probably came from a limited inventory. Maid. Housewife. Secretary. Nurse. Diner Waitress. Jailbird Orange. Schoolgirl.

Evan pondered a moment, and then typed in 'Lexi'. He hovered over each costume choice, considering, then clicked on the Schoolgirl option, chuckling at the thought of such a sexbomb of a woman dressed in a skimpy schoolgirl uniform.

The woman on the screen was so life-like she had all of Evan's attention.

As he selected the costume and hit enter, he noticed his french tip manicured fingernails and held up the dainty hands that had replaced his beefy meat hooks.

"What the hell?" came a sultry voice followed by a startled gasp. Looking down, he was stunned by a pair of huge mounds that were straining inside his Avengers T-shirt. He felt hair tickling his neck and reached up to touch the soft full lips on his face.

"What? How?" he stammered, struggling to stand and feeling the itchy tingling between his legs. His huge 48/34 jeans were loose and fell into a pool at his dainty feet.

His clothes were still recognizable, but he could see the threads of fabric being slowly rewoven even as he watched in shock. They were rapidly becoming the Japanese schoolgirl uniform he had chosen.

A bright cheery exclamation burst out from the speakers and he saw happy animated Chibi-Dolls dancing around and waving flags, as a loading bar started processing "Lexi ...Rendering Now"

"Wait? What? NO!" 'she' insisted, looking at her hands, pulling at her hair and then hefting the enormous breasts.

The computer was starting to sing as badly-accented Japanese voices burst into strains of "Happy Bird-day To Ru!!"

"No, no, no, no," she repeated as she watched her clothes continue to change. How could this be happening? She'd was just playing around with the site! She'd wanted to design her dream girl, not BECOME her!

Suddenly she found herself voiceless, as well as breathless. She didn't feel like she was suffocating, she simply wasn't breathing anymore, and when she opened her mouth to speak, no noise came out. Her lips began to feel numb and stayed open in an ‘O’ position..

Panic filled her mind as she tried to shout but couldn't. She reached up to feel her mouth and throat before glancing back at the computer.

The rendering was at 54% and the figure on the pop-up was rotating and taking on more and more photorealistic textures and shading as the rendering continued, including the tell-tale seams and joint-lines.

Horror filled Lexi’s mind and she tried to run to the bathroom to see what was happening to her. Her knees felt weak and rubbery, and she tottered into the bathroom and caught herself on the counter. Her dreamgirl made real reflected in the mirror above the sink, her full lips open and her long wavy hair hanging down over her shoulders to her breasts.

She gazed at the image in the mirror, still trying to accept that it was her reflected there. She looked just like the computer had promised, and she even checked her hip for the birthmark. She started back for the living room, but found her legs even stiffer, making it harder to walk.

Her ankles buckled and she toppled to the floor, but didn't feel like she fell with all that much force. It was as if she weighed a LOT less now. Falling face first she tried to yelp, but again there was no sound. Her boobs hit first and she seemed to bounce slightly and toppled over onto her back. She struggled to sit up as she felt her legs and feet tighten and freeze while her toes pointed. It got harder to stay upright as her back wanted to straighten, and even her arms got weak as she was forced to lay back. She stared up at the ceiling, even her eye movement locked straight ahead.

She could still barely move her neck and head, as she felt the rest of her body grow more and more stiff, like a wet blanket of numb pins and needles flowing over herself. She saw the silicone-shine come over her skin, saw the faintest seam lines of exceptional quality molding trace along her limbs and sides, and felt as well as saw the distinct formation of gaps where her joints were located.

‘Fully poseable and detachable for quick and easy storage,’ she thought to herself, as if remembering a feature of sale, even though she hadn't been able to read a single word of kanji.

Less and less able to move, she wondered how long she'd be like this. How long until anyone found her. What would they think? What would they do?

She heard the sound of the singing stop and a series of chimes ring out from the computer; "Done!"

Then her front door opened and she heard footsteps, but she could no longer turn her head or move to look who was coming inside. Her eyes were frozen open however, and she couldn't even close her eyes in fearful horror at what had befallen her. Voices in Japanese began to echo through the halls, and she saw movement at the edges of her peripheral vision. Suddenly hands picked her up and a sheet of semi-opaque plastic covered her vision. She could tell she was being bundled up and wrapped, slid into some kind of box, and packing peanuts flowed over herself.

Fear filled her mind as she tried to tell them to stop, tried to shout out in anger, but it was no use. Wrapped and packed, darkness soon enveloped her as the box was shut up and all sound was muffled to virtually nothing. Vaguely sensing the box being moved, she wanted to cry. It was supposed to be her birthday.

- - -

It was hard to tell how much time had passed, but when light suddenly flooded her field of vision, she saw several moving figures and heard the singing of Happy Birthday. Looking up at her she saw the pleased look of a nerdy Japanese man exclaiming in delight, "AH! Com-Fu-Ta Do-Ru!"

He eagerly tore the plastic away from Lexi and read the gift tag that had been attached to her wrist. "Her name is Lexi! Oh Lexi, you will be bestu friends with me!"

Her mind dulled from exhaustion and sensory deprivation, she struggled once more to talk, but once again failed. When he hugged her, she felt a warm tingle of pleasure wash through her body, centering on her hard nipples and in her crotch.

Over the next several hours, her new owner used her several times while also passing her around to several party-goers. The slightest touch, much less any use of her orifices, set her consciousness aflame with pleasurable delights. She found herself lost in a maelstrom of sensory overload until as the day finally seemed to wane.

Her owner had been taking pictures of her throughout the day, and now was putting her in various ‘caual’ poses throughout his home. He’d prop her up in the kitchen, making it look like she was cooking. He stood her with the vacuum, making it look like she was cleaning.

Then he put her in the fresher, posed on the toilet with her legs akimbo, and placed a tablet in her hands as if she was reading. The website loaded on the page was the Comfort Doll site in English, and she saw that it had a profile open named ‘Lexi.’ It showed all her pertinent statistics, and listed her birthday as the same as Evan’s.

Trapped inside her new body with no sensation other than the tingles from sensual contact, she already found herself wondering when her owner would use her again, just so she could feel something and at least have a bit of joy to distract her from her plight.

-END-