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My New Doll
Toy stores were once magical places to me. Everything was bigger, brighter, and the best it could possibly be. There were trucks that could turn into robots, dinosaurs that roared with electronic voice boxes, and stuffed animals that you could cuddle, just not around my friends. And then there came a time in my life when toy stores were sad. The fluorescent bulbs were too harsh and bright. The shelves had chips in their paint. The store clerks were all bored or weird. And everything was just smaller now.
But that all changed when I found out that I was going to be an uncle. That little big discovery brought back that missing spark back into
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A Trip through the Toy Factory (Pt. 1)
Kaylee Ries had a rotten feeling about Mr. Lawrence Pevenise, a rotten feeling that started in her stomach and worked its way around her body. After three days of tailing the toy making mogul, the P.I. had successfully worked out that Mr. Pevenise was a darling to children, a friend to men, and a gentleman to women. He was a man who was so outwardly good and kind that he must be hiding something nasty from the world. And that something must happen inside his toy factory, because he rarely made a trip away from that building. No shady motels, mysterious rendezvous, or anything else out of the ordinary, which meant she was missing something. Pe
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A Trip through the Toy Factory (Pt. 2)
The armature that held Kaylee Reis tight her waist moved all the way down to the south end of the factory at a shocking speed, then gently set her down on a conveyor belt. She had time enough to read a sign proclaiming she was at the Prep Station. Four smaller arms pulled her appendages out and tied them down, so Kaylee could barely move. Those four removed themselves and three more came down, each with a small pair of razors mounted to them. Kaylee tried to pull away, but the ties on her wrists and ankles kept that from happening. The razors deftly cut off the detective's clothes and shoes, leaving her naked in a rather cold room.
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, I'm posting this index of stories archived here at DA. I'm going to update this gradually and tweak its appearance as it gets bulkier (and yes, it will get huge). If you like my stuff, you might want to mark this as it'll be a good jumping off point for reading some dusty old tales.
EDIT: I had tagged this originally as non mature but I realize that the links lead to adult themed stories I write. Sorry.
, I'm posting this index of stories archived here at DA. I'm going to update this gradually and tweak its appearance as it gets bulkier (and yes, it will get huge). If you like my stuff, you might want to mark this as it'll be a good jumping off point for reading some dusty old tales.EDIT: I had tagged this originally as non mature but I realize that the links lead to adult themed stories I write. Sorry.
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There are stories with the transformation into a living doll or a living mannequin (no matter how paradoxical it may sound)? In the sense that after the transformation remains the ability to move and, perhaps, speak.
I like stories where a girl gets the opportunity to permanently preserve beauty and youth, even if it is accompanied by a plastic body, doll joints or microchips inside. Or maybe especially if accompanied.
More rb tf?)
I like stories where a girl gets the opportunity to permanently preserve beauty and youth, even if it is accompanied by a plastic body, doll joints or microchips inside. Or maybe especially if accompanied.
More rb tf?)