Karen blocked Brad’s view of the screen as she led him to the booth. “No peeking!”, she said as she went back to the controls.
Brad had no idea what his wife had in mind, but he knew it would be fun and he would get to decide their next adventure.
He braced himself as the door closed and quickly toppled over after the door opened, landing softly on the ground.
He was looking up at his wife, but totally unable to move. She lifted him effortlessly off the ground and took him to the mirror to reveal his new form.
Staring back at him was a male blow up doll with a rather large and rigid dick extending from his rubber body. His lifeless painted on eyes were in a permanently open position.
Karen smiled as she reached down to stroke his plastic phallus.
Pleasure, like he never experienced shot through Brad’s new body. If he could talk or move, he’d be writhing around on the floor, moaning loudly. But his body no longer responded like that. The image of being a simple rubber fuck doll with his wife holding him made the experience even more pleasurable. Being an object, only good for sex, was turning him on more than he thought possible.
“Let’s take you up to the bedroom and have a little fun.”, said Karen as she opened his valve and let the air out.
It was a very strange feeling to just crumple up on the ground and be folded into a much smaller size.
“I’ll blow you back up when we get to the house. It would be a bit embarrassing if someone saw me carrying a fuck doll up to the house. Besides, it’s windy out there and I don’t want you to blow away and end up stuck like that.”
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