dom-plays-with-dolls:“Guaranteed to Make You Smoother, Sexier, and Happier!”It was a t
dom-plays-with-dolls: “Guaranteed to Make You Smoother, Sexier, and Happier!”It was a tagline that April had rolled her eyes at before, slapped onto a square box containing a rather pricey ball of soap claiming to be “Bath Bomb Therapy”. “BBT” was a new health fad that was sweeping the nation, based on the promise that it made women feel more confident and happy while simultaneously making them more physically attractive. It was exactly the sort of thing that used to piss April off: expensive beauty products that preyed on the desperate and the vulnerable. Now, however, she was holding a box of the stuff in her hand. Her boyfriend had recently broken up with her for not taking things fast enough romantically. She wasn’t as sure as he was about their future, about herself. The past few nights had been spent calling in sick and lying on a bed of self-pity, and today was all about the dreaded retail therapy. She picked up expensive designer clothes, two new purses, an entire grocery cart filled with junk food and alcohol, and seriously contemplated buying a dog. Now, however, she was staring at a black box, bright pink accents subtly adorning the corners, with the tagline written discreetly on the back. The only other word on the box was “Ningyō”, written in lavish, striking, pink cursive. It was certainly the most glamorous-looking of the BBTs on the shelf, and April reached into the back of her mind to try and recall what little she remembered from high school Japanese. Ningyō, Ningyō…April heard the clicking of heels behind her as a sales associate noticed the box in her hand.“Tell me how that is,” the younger woman asked. “We just got it in today. We may be one of the few stores in the country who do so far.”That was enough of a sell for April. She bought the box and drove home. She started filling her tub before peeling her clothes off, staring at her body in the mirror. A bump here, a scrape there, a scar under her breast, a few stretch marks tugging against her thighs. Dry skin irritated her elbows and knees, thin lines of stray hairs behind her legs, wrinkles building up around her neck…she was in her late-twenties, dammit, how did she get this way? She used to work meticulously on herself, preparing for a night out hours before. Makeup flawless, hair glamorous, body the source of envy. She used to exude confidence, a beacon of poise and allure. Now, so early in her life, she had sacrificed so much of who she was for a chance at “success”: a nice job, nice pay, nice apartment, nice-ish car…hard, long, but “rewarding” hours that proved she was an intelligent woman to be reckoned with. All of this, of course, in exchange for her femininity and head-turning attractiveness.As April took the black and pink box out of the plastic bag, she frowned at these thoughts. Surely she could have both, right?Upon opening the box, her eyes were fixated on the little bath bomb. It was smaller than she had expected (certainly, she originally thought, not worth the price she paid for it), a pale pink color meticulously carved to resemble a cushion-cut diamond. She removed the bomb carefully, with both hands, gently holding it up to her eyes. Closer inspection revealed what looked like tiny glimmers mixed in with the soap, what would’ve easily passed as the dust of precious stones. If April hadn’t just purchased it from a shop down the road, she would’ve sworn that she was holding a one-of-a-kind work of art. Cradling the soft pink diamond in her hands as if it were an egg about to hatch, she delicately placed the bomb into the shallow water. For a few moments, it simply floated there, a paper lantern drifting lazily through the sky, before slowly getting caught in the faucet’s current. The pouring water soon crushed down onto the bomb, and April’s eyes watched as it dissolved into an every-expanding blanket of shimmering pink. If it weren’t for the draft from the open window hitting her body like needles, she could’ve easily spent all night watching this diamond dissolve in her bathtub. She shook her head, rubbing the magic from her eyes and clearing away some of the pinkish fog within her mind. Perhaps she was more sleep deprived than she had originally feared? Perhaps the breakup was effecting her psyche worse than she thought? Or perhaps there was more to this “Bath Bomb Therapy” thing than she had paid for? The saleswoman did say that it was a brand new item; maybe it was shipped off before being completely tested? What if there were chemicals within this hunk of soap that would drastically damage her brain? Suddenly nervous, April eyed the dissolving pink diamond suspiciously, contemplating saving it for another day, just reaching in, grabbing whatever was left, putting it back in the box, and going straight to bed. Bed would be good for her, right? An attempt to sleep would certainly soothe her more, possibly take the edge off so that she could try this BBT thing tomorrow. The water, she noticed, wasn’t just changing in color, but consistency; it was less like the clear substance she would drink from a glass and more…silky? Like a tub filled with a warm, pale, liquid lotion. Within moments, April’s bathtub - which was once small with grout in between the tiles and a pale off-white ring - resembled something she might find in a luxury spa. The luscious pink water continued to rise steadily, and her naked body suddenly felt compelled to be surrounded by it. The bomb is already halfway dissolved anyway, April thought, the voice in her head echoing slightly as she lifted her foot above the marble surround. I’m fine. This is all fine. I paid for the damn thing, I need to calm down and just enjoy myself for this one night. April dipped her big toe into the glossy water, and immediately felt a rush of relaxation course through her insides. The muscles in her body felt impossibly weak for a short moment, and yet she didn’t lose her balance. Her mind appeared to have completely shut off for a split second, and yet she didn’t feel faint. In fact, the only thing she could possibly feel, the only thought that screamed in her head, was the overwhelming desire to feel that sensation all over her skin. The rest of her foot slowly submerged under the bath’s sparkling surface, and she immediately felt the weight of every step she had ever taken wiped clean from her sole. The same sensation was felt with her other foot, and just like that, April’s body began her leisurely descent into the magic bath. Instead of feeling herself dip her body into the water, it felt as if the water was washing up her legs, massaging every millimeter with smooth, soft, silky precision. It gently splashed up her calves and around her thighs, enveloping her curves like a velvety blanket of sheer pleasure. April’s mind was swimming in a sea of pink, and half of her body still hadn’t even experienced its sensations yet. Her bottom was far from her best feature, as flat and unremarkable as a deflated balloon. All those recent years of sitting on a hard office chair for hours at a time, she supposed, and she certainly didn’t have time to go to the gym to rework her figure these days. That being said, she was shocked to feel the silky pink water flow up her tight asshole the second her cheeks touched the surface. It happened so fast, the warm liquid careening into her anus, filling her up, widening her, gaping her, pushing against her walls and hitting every single pleasure sensor she didn’t even know she had. The sudden burst of pleasure shook April’s mind like a tremor, forcing her to finally lose her balance as the rest of her exposed, dry body collapsed into the tub. She quickly inhaled, not out of panic or even embarrassment; she gasped because her body didn’t know how else to react to its own reaction to the Ningyō. The pink water surged into her pussy like a sudden violent thrust, a thrust that kept going and going, filling her up more than any man ever had. Her nipples were almost forced erect, the little sparkles in the water whirling around them, tingling, teasing, in ways no fingers ever could. She felt a current between her thighs, keeping them open, allowing for the same glimmering bits of the bomb to vibrate against her swollen clit. Her arms, shoulders, neck, legs, spine, every inch of her felt as if fingers were kneading into her flesh with the perfect amount of pleasure, instantly relieving her flexed muscles of any strain. April’s mouth was still open, her eyes tightly shut, her fingers gripping the sides of her tub, her toes stretched out as far as they could go, her arm and leg muscles solid in an attempt to stand the amount of physical bliss she was experiencing. Within seconds, her leg spasmed, causing a small tidal wave to rush over the side of her tub, as a white-hot surge of ecstasy exploded within her. Her hands, white-knuckled, slipped off the sides of the porcelain surrounding and instinctively gripped themselves into fists. She clenched her teeth so hard that they could’ve shattered. Her back arched, her head flew back, hitting itself only somewhat hard against the wall, but her body wasn’t able to register pain at that moment. It could only comprehend the impossible, mythical, galaxy-shattering orgasm that the water was blessing her mortal body with. Seconds passed, and the moan that had been collecting steadily within her throat finally released itself, a primal, raw, animalistic cry that anyone could’ve easily mistaken for immeasurable pain. April, however, was so gripped by pleasure that she had completely forgotten that pain was even possible. April felt her body melt, her control over her muscles long gone, and before her thoughts could return to her empty head, she found it slipping under the surface of the Ningyō bath. She was only under for a second, and was not at all worried about drowning, despite the fact that the water had effortlessly slipped through her lips and down her throat. It didn’t burn her eyes, it didn’t get caught in her ear canals or up her nose…by the time she emerged, she had never felt more at peace. She tilted her head, observing her bathroom. The room’s palate once consisted of bland creams and tan colors, and yet now, everywhere she looked, everything had a bright pink tint to it. It felt warm, safe, sexy. I kind of feel sexy… The water was still slipping in between her holes, massaging her inner walls like long fingers, keeping her right on the edge between soothing compliance and brain-crushing orgasm. Her throat was now little more than a vessel for her moans to escape, and her hands danced along her body. So smooth…when did I…ever get so… Her hands felt up her breasts; if April had been able to comprehend anything, she would’ve noticed that they had grown three cup sizes, and every motion they made caused miniature waves to clap along her tub. Her ass was still gaping, a perfect black circle, open more than it had ever been in her life, her cheeks noticeably a more comfortable cushion, having grown bubbly and round beneath her. I want…to see… She glanced at the full-sized mirror on the back of the bathroom door, her enormous breasts heaving with every moan-riddled breath she took. She stared deep into a pair of wide eyes reflected back at her, eyes that looked flawlessly made-up despite the fact that April hadn’t worn that much eye makeup in years. Her lips were juicy, full, very deep red. Kissable. Sexy. I want…fuck…I’m so fucking hot… Her hand had found her pussy, and the pink water seemed to guide the fingertips deep inside. She could feel her G-spot surrounded by the magic water, and she felt compelled to arch her back and insert a finger into her gaping ass, as well. Each thrust of each finger sent more and more of the pink, silky water into her body, filling her with more pleasure, more beauty, more compliance. And the more she understood this, the more her mind screamed for it. There wasn’t a single stray hair on her legs anymore. The scars and wrinkles were erased, a silk dressed ironed out in seconds. Her ass was full, her breasts captivating, her pussy vibrating. I’m…I’m perfect… The warm eruption was building inside of her yet again, and April felt all of her thoughts vanish. This was all she could’ve ever wanted now. How, after experiencing such a powerful climax, could her body or mind even comprehend anything else in the world? She didn’t have a job anymore. She didn’t have an ex-boyfriend. She didn’t have a fridge full of alcohol or a pantry full of candy. She didn’t have anything to worry about. She didn’t have thoughts to pester her. She was the perfect sex object, and she wanted more than anything to spend as much as she could using every inch of herself. I’m…I’m the perfect doll…! Her breasts heaved, her fingers thrusting into her holes faster. The water no longer needed to keep her thighs apart; in fact, the water was now still, silent, unprovoked and devoid of the perverse sensuality that April apparently so desperately craved, Her hands were devoted to her smoother, younger, rounder, sexier body, and as it quickly grew closer to another body-shattering orgasm, she felt unashamed to scream at the top of her flustered lungs. “I’M THE PERFECT SEX DOLL!” An electric current of raw satisfaction flashed inside of her, and her entire world dissolved into pink. -- source link
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