Note: I have a lot of fetishes that I haven’t explored in my writing so far. One of them is guys being transformed into life-sized, plastic dolls – sex dolls in particular. I have gathered an assemblage of AI-generated content that shows just that and I promise to share some of them with you soon. As so often happens with AI content, though, I end up craving more. I want the backstory, the context, and I especially want to draw out the humiliation. Also, as you’ve noticed if you’ve read more other stories, I really enjoy taking a crazy idea and imagining what the world would be like if it such a fantasy were a reality.

This story is one such attempt. I hope you enjoy it!

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Themes: Human-to-sex-doll TF, GI Joe-doll TF, cock growth, butt growth, humiliation, nullo/Ken doll, plastification, science fiction

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Quick Links:

• Chapter 1 – Scroll down
• Chapter 2
• Chapter 3 – Coming soon!

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Chapter 1

“Jace? Are you with me?”

Something slapped his face and Jace Sukpraserit opened his eyes to find his triathlon team captain, Jarvi Kallio, leaning over him. The man’s ice-blond eyebrows were drawn together with concern that eased as soon as Jace’s eyes focused on his face and he let out a low moan.

“Cap?” he groaned. “That you?” He didn’t know why but his voice sounded weird. Mostly normal but slightly off, almost mechanical.

“Yes, it’s me,” Kallio pronounced in his precise, clipped accent. “Are you Ok? I was afraid I’d lost you.”

Jace propped himself up on his elbows, discovering that he was half-submerged in the icy river they’d been biking along before the accident. He jerked with alarm when he realized he could feel the coldness more sharply because he was bare below the waist. What the fuck?! he thought. How’d I lose my shorts? 

His brain was fuzzy. All he could remember was that he and Cap had been biking together on a new trail in the wilderness. They’d split off from the rest of the triathlon team to explore. Heading down a deep ravine, Jace had been in front when there was a loud bang followed by a blinding flash of light. He’d fallen off of his bike and slid down the gulley to the whitewater rapids below and…that was the extent of his memories. He was certain he’d been fully clothed before the accident, though!

“Where are my clothes?” he demanded, growing frantic. “What’d you do with my fuckin’ clothes, Cap?!”

Jarvi’s face remained resolute, “I did nothing to your clothes, Jace.” 

“Then what happened to ‘em?!”

Jarvi held him down when he tried to look down at himself and soothed, “Take it easy, Jace. One thing at a time. I need to be sure you’re Ok before anything else.” He held up a finger, ordering, “Track this.” He moved his hand from side to side and Jack followed the finger easily. This seemed to reassure Kallio and he held up another two fingers, asking, “How many?”

“Three,” Jace answered. 

Jarvi held up his other hand, extending two more fingers, prompting, “And now?”

“Five fingers in total,” Jace replied, reaching up to massage his forehead but Jarvi stopped him, holding his hand down. Jace grimaced, elaborating, “That’s three fingers on your right hand and two on your left. I don’t have a concussion. But, Cap? What’s up with yer hand?” He stared at Jarvi’s fingers before the man abruptly jerked them out of Jace’s line of sight. Jace furrowed his brow, or tried to, but it was more difficult than it should have been. His face felt stiff. Maybe he did have a concussion?

He tried once again to raise his hand to mop his forehead but Jarvi stopped him. The movement was accompanied by a strange, rubbery sound.

“Cap?” Jace repeated.

Jarvi stared at him, obviously struggling to school his features which only added to Jace’s growing alarm; Jarvi was always cool and collected under pressure. Always. If he was fighting to remain calm, something must be seriously wrong. 

“Cap?!”

Jarvi grew very still, “Yes?”

“What’s wrong?” Jace pressed. “What aren’t you telling me? What are you hiding?”

There it was again. Something about Kallio’s carefully controlled demeanor felt forced. The crease between his eyebrows was deeper than usual and his lips were pressed together into a tight line. On top of this, his stare–normally so flat and dismissive–was particularly stormy. Jace felt like his ice-blue eyes were boring into him. 

Cap was the most self-contained man that Jace knew so seeing him struggling to maintain his composure was almost panic inducing. Jace tried once again to sit up and once again Kallio pushed him down. 

“Well?” Jace asked. “What’s wrong? Tell me! I know something’s wrong!”

Kallio shook his head, keeping his hand firmly on Jace’s chest, “I need you to relax.”

“But why?” Jace’s voice went up as he felt himself begin to panic. “What’s wrong with me? Why do I feel so weird? Why am I naked?” He struggled but Jarvi held him down with both hands.

There was that rubbery noise again. It sounded like two balloons rubbing against each other.

“Jace,” Kallio said evenly and Jace realized then that Jarvi’s voice sounded different now, too. “Everything will be Ok. We’ll figure this out.”

“Figure what out?! Cap! What the fuck–?!”

Jarvi put his hand over Jace’s mouth, effectively silencing him before leaning very close and whispering, “Jace, please. Take a deep breath.”

He removed his hand from his mouth and moved it down onto his shoulder but not before Jace detected the strong chemical odor of silicone on the captain’s fingers. (WTF?! he thought. Why does Cap smell like lubricant?) 

Both of Cap’s hands were on him now, holding him firmly in place. Jace realized he had no other choice but to do as he was instructed. He inhaled deeply and exhaled. He did so again and again. Slowly, he felt himself relax.

Jarvi watched him closely for a moment before slowly nodding, “Good.” He didn’t take his hands off of his shoulders, though. Obviously, Kallio was concerned that Jace would try to bolt.

Immobilized, Jace found himself contemplating the team captain. Jarvi Kallio was an impressive dude. At age twenty eight, he had already accomplished more than most people in their entire lives. An Olympic triathlete who had medaled twice in the Iron Man Kona competition, he’d gone on to become a commander in the Finnish Special Operations Forces before retiring and emigrating to the United States with his wife and three young children. 

Now a doctoral student in the university’s international security program, Kallio was the natural choice to lead the student triathlon team. Tall, muscular, lean and handsome with sharp, chiseled features, short-cropped blond hair and a neat, blond beard, he carried himself like a soldier. His movements were deliberate and economical, much like his speech. His stoic tolerance of physical discomfort was legendary and he excelled in the long-course races due to this ability to push through under the harshest conditions. He routinely took first place in his age group, usually also being the overall winner. It was no secret that Jace worshiped him and sought above all to emulate Kallio’s cool determination in the face of adversity.

And speaking of adversity…

“Cap?”

Jarvi’s blue eyes slid over to his; he’d been studying Jace’s lower body and something flickered in his gaze that sent chills down Jace’s spine. “Yes?”

“Now that I’m calmer, can you tell me what’s going on?”

Jarvi attempted to smile but his face was stiff and his lips barely moved. Jace’s eyes widened when he realized there was something strange happening to the captain. Starting at the sides of his neck and creeping forward, his skin was noticeably changing, becoming tighter and shinier. His skin color was changing as well. Jarvi’s was naturally pale but now his skin was taking on a distinctly pinkish tan hue. As his skin changed, it erased all of the fine wrinkles, freckles and blemishes on his face, leaving an unnatural smoothness behind. Jace’s eyes widened in shock as the new ‘skin’ consumed Jarvi’s face, giving it an artificial, plastic-like sheen. It was almost like–

“Jace, stop it,” Jarvi ordered in a that eerie, mechanical tone.

It was too late; Jace was panicking again. He tried to shove Kallio off of him but Jarvi held him down. Jace continued struggling but it was no use; the captain had him pinned and there was no way to wrestle free. 

“Cap! Fuck, Cap!” he panted, wild-eyed and fearful. “What’s wrong with yer face?!”

As he stared in horror, he witnessed the light draining out of Jarvi’s fierce blue eyes. In a few seconds, they were glassy and expressionless, almost dead. Meanwhile, the strange tightening and thickening of his skin continued unabated. The suppleness and expressiveness of his face slowly drained away as the hardening progressed. His facial features, already quite masculine, became perfectly symmetrical, angular and pointed, more perfect than the most perfect male model.

Jace opened his mouth to scream but Jarvi clapped a hand over it, stifling him. Instantly, Jace’s nostrils filled with the scent of silicone again. Now the smell made more sense–in a very terrifying way–and Jace’s anxiety peaked when he realized Jarvi’s fingers felt like they were made of rubber…just like his face. He struggled to break free, writhing frantically, but Jarvi was too strong. He was forced to lie there and watch the captain’s bizarre transformation accelerate.

It only got worse.

Jarvi’s hair follicles fused and the hair on his head molded itself into a sort of wavey, solid, blond ‘helmet’, a synthetic imitation of his former closely-cropped fade. The captain’s molded, plastic hair reminded Jace of his sister’s Ken doll and did nothing to alleviate his panic. Jarvi’s beard disappeared, too, and now looked like it had been painted on over his rubbery cheeks. His eyebrows clumped together into a long, thin blond mound along his brow.

Jace was beside himself.

He shook his head, dislodging Jarvi’s hand and yelling, “Cap! Cap! CAAAAP!!!”

“I’m still here, Jace,” came Jarvi’s monotonal reply. “It’s still me.” The doll blinked and its mouth twisted into the simulacrum of a smile. 

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON???!!!” Jace demanded, noticing that his voice, while loud, sounded oddly uninflected. It was very similar to Jarvi’s mechanized inflection.

And then he realized something else.

The odd rubbery sound he’d been hearing was coming from him! Every time he moved, he heard it. It was like his skin was encased in rubber…

…or his skin had become rubber!

“OH, MY GOD!!!” he yelled. “OH, MY FUCKING GOD!!! AM I A FUCKING DOLL NOW, CAP???!!!”

The lifesized doll leaning over him nodded and the movement was accompanied by the same rubbery sound. Jace stared at the thing that Jarvi had become in complete and utter disbelief. He felt like he was looking at a molded plastic version of his captain.

“Jace.”

Jace was too busy freaking out to listen.

“Jace,” Jarvi repeated. When Jace still didn’t respond, he tried again, “Jace. Calm down.”

Jace’s eyes snapped to Jarvi’s expressionless, lifeless face. Even the captain’s eyes looked like they had been replaced with blue plastic. Doll’s eyes, he thought. He has fucking doll’s eyes!

“Calm down?!” Jace repeated in his bizarre, new voice. “HOW THE FUCK CAN I CALM DOWN, CAP?! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO US???!!!”

The ‘Jarvi Doll’ put its lips together. Their pink hue was unnatural and looked like it had been sprayed onto the rubber of his molded face by a machine. “I don’t know, Jace. We’ll figure it out, I promise, but we can’t do that until you stop panicking.”

“I’M NOT PANICKING!!!” Jace yelled, realizing as he did so that he was in fact totally, completely panicking.

His gaze moved downward and his eyes widened in embarrassed shock. Before the accident, Jarvi had been decked out in Lycra bike shorts and a tight-fitting top. Now the captain was almost indecently naked, wearing just a micro brief and–very bizarrely–a tactical holster with a sheathed plastic dagger strapped to each thigh. It wasn’t the micro brief or the holsters, though, that caused Jace to goggle.

Jarvi’s formerly lean, sculpted physique was now exaggerated to the extreme. He was cartoonishly muscular, beyond any possible human proportion. Like his face, his body was now entirely made out of shiny, smooth, flesh-colored plastic. His arms sported Popeye-sized biceps and his chest was just plain crazy. His pecs thrust out before him like hulking cubes of rubber. Even the most steroidal bodybuilder couldn’t approach Jarvi’s ridiculously, impossibly oversized, rubbery muscles. 

Jace tried to look away but not before he got a closeup view of Jarvi’s man tits. His nipples were absurdly round and big, their pinkish color identical to Jarvi’s lips and just as sloppily painted. His shoulders were impossibly wide and his deltoids were like a couple of basket balls fused to his shoulder blades. His massive chest tapered down to nothing over the narrowest hips imaginable.

The absurd narrowness of his waist and hips drew Jace’s attention to his miniscule micro brief. It was navy blue and barely able to contain the giant, round bulge jutting out from his crotch. His abs were like a furrowed shield, interrupted only by a divot that Jace guessed was supposed to be his belly button. There was a trace of blond paint over the tented rise of his micro brief, all that remained of his body hair. 

Jarvi’s exaggerated physique continued below the waist and he sported a lower body that was equally as massive as his upper body. With thighs for days and calf muscles bigger around than most men’s waists, he’d been cast from the mold of a super man who never skimped on leg day.

He looks like a GI Joe action figure, Jace decided, his poor mind swimming in confusion and panic. He’s a fuckin’ GI Joe doll!

And so am I.

He tore his gaze off of Jarvi’s rubberized, caricatured, hyper-masculine body and looked down at himself. He was equally as cartoonish, perhaps even more so. The only difference was that his skin was many shades darker–a rich, dark brown–and he sported patches of black paint over his chest and above the waistband of his own micro brief. If anything, his own ‘eggplant’ was several sizes larger than Jarvi’s and even more rounded. Oh, and his brief was red. Other than that and the rubber bandolier draped across his he-man chest, he was basically just like his captain.

Jace lost it then. He couldn’t handle it. It was too much. Nothing in his young life had prepared him for the complete mind-fuck of finding himself turned into a lifesized GI Joe doll.

He started thrashing and Jarvi was forced to straddle him to keep him from harming himself (if that was even possible now that he was made out of rubber.) The captain pinned his arms over Jace’s head and sat down on his washboard stomach, grimacing down at him. 

That caricatured grimace on the captain’s hypermasculine, rubbery face stopped Jace cold as he realized something else: Jarvi was no longer Jarvi. Everything that made the captain unique had been erased and now he looked like a generic Caucasian soldier. Jace gritted his teeth, trying to regain control of himself but it was no use. In the pit of his stomach, he knew he was no longer Jace Sukpraserit but a stand-in for a generic Asian soldier. This sickened him almost as much as it freaked him out.

“You’re still you, Jace.”

“What?” Had the captain just read his mind?

Jace blinked up at Jarvi. The captain’s face was only inches from his own. His breath smelled strongly of chemicals. As he stared, Jarvi’s tongue–looking for all the world like an eraser–flicked out and moistened his lower lip. That lip glistened but now with the moisture of saliva. No, it was too oily for that. Jace swallowed and realized his own saliva was no longer watery but slick. And it tasted like silicone. His teeth were hardened plastic and his tongue was stiff.

Acting on an alarm impulse, Jace held his breath then. And held it. And held it. And held it. His plastic eyeballs popped when he realized he didn’t need to breathe! It was just an automatic response, not required for his very survival. Heart pounding against his ribcage–Did he even have ribs any longer or was he just hollow plastic?–he tried something else that never would have been possible before.

He stopped his heart.

He could feel it go still.

He had no pulse.

He couldn’t hear the habitual, soothing rhythm of his heartbeat, the sound that had been with him for as long as he’d been alive.

His chest was completely silent.

And he wasn’t breathing.

His eyes filled with silicone tears that trickled down his rugged, masculine cheeks, and he stared up into Kallio’s empty blue eyes, wailing, “We’re dead, Cap! Dead!”

“Jace, stop it. You’re not dead.” Jarvi blinked, a movement that Jace now knew was unnecessary because the captain’s plastic eyeballs no longer needed the lubrication of tears. “Do you feel like you’re dead?”

“Well, no…”

Jarvi clenched his chiseled, perfect jaw, “You need to stop panicking and listen to me: You’re Ok and we will figure this out.”

“But–!”

“Jace, breathe!” Jarvi ordered, shaking him. “And start up your heart again.”

Jace did as he was instructed. He took a ragged breath and allowed his rubber heart to pump again. Soon, he was back to imitating life again and was surprised how reassuring it was. He’d never realized how much he took having a pulse and taking a breath for granted. He swallowed and blinked his teary eyes.

Jarvi reached up and smoothed away Jace’s tears with a gentle, if somewhat awkward, finger. Then he smiled down at him, praising, “There. Better?”

Jace nodded, “Yeah.” 

The sensation of Cap’s heavy body resting atop him was quite nice actually. He wriggled a little and Jarvi’s butt settled onto his taut belly, pushing against Jace’s mounded crotch. There was a funny sound like two balloons (or maybe three if you counted both of Jarvi’s buttocks) rubbing against each other. 

And then there was heat.

Followed by a distinct tightening and swelling down there.

Jace’s cheeks flushed (or they would have if he’d still been made of flesh) when he realized he was getting aroused. The embarrassing sensation turned quickly into euphoria: Hallelujah! He could still get aroused!

A large part of his panic had been the worry that he’d been turned into an exact replica of a GI Joe action figure. He knew from playing with them as a small boy that their exaggerated machismo was only skin deep and they were manly in all ways but the most important one: When you removed their uniforms, there was only a smooth bump of inert rubber between their legs.

Jace could tolerate being made of plastic but he couldn’t take being a nullo. Feeling the distinct swelling and hearing the squeak as his rubbery foreskin slid back from his hardening glans almost made him weep tears of joy.

Jarvi must have felt the evidence of Jace’s arousal, too, because he suddenly tensed and then quickly stood up. Jace started to reach out for him but stopped himself. He wasn’t gay and neither was Jarvi! The captain was happily married and had three young children at home. Besides, Jace had a girlfriend of his own. He had no idea why he’d gotten turned on just now and chalked it up to his state of utter overwhelm. His body had been completely remade in a flash. The wires inside his brain–if he even had a brain–must’ve gotten crossed.

“Come on,” Jarvi said, pushing himself to his feet and turning. “We should go.”

Jace wanted to ask where but instead was inadvertently captivated by something else.

Jarvi’s ass.

Seeing it from behind, Jace realized the captain’s micro brief was in fact a garter thong! His buttocks were completely bare, save for the tiny string running down his crease. And, fuck, what a set of bubbles Jarvi had back there! They were so big and round and gravity-defying that they could only be made of rubber and pumped full of air. They glistened in the sunlight, shiny and firm and utterly smooth. When Jarvi looked back at him over his shoulder, Jace flushed inwardly. 

The perfectly wrinkled pucker of Jarvi’s butthole was visible between those giant orbs! Bisected by the blue string of his thong, the moist folds were dark brown as if they’d been accented with a puff of caramel-colored spray paint. The splotch was big and so brown, there was no way to miss it!

“What?” he demanded.

Jace’s mouth snapped shut with an audible pop, “Nuthin’, Cap!” 

Jarvi gave him a funny, almost blank look. “Ok, then let’s go. Do you think you can ride your bike?”

Jace pushed himself to his feet, accompanied by a myriad of squeaks and squeals as the shiny, rubber parts of his giant, inflated body made contact with each other. He swayed, reaching out to grab Jarvi’s arm for stability, and was shocked to realize he towered over the captain now. Fuck, he must be seven feet tall!

Jarvi stared up at him, his mouth opening and closing and his glassy eyes blinking as he came to terms with Jace’s immensity. Jarvi was a tall man, standing well over six feet, but he looked almost childlike next to Jace. Jace was both wider and taller than he was by a lot. It was kind of cool!

“This is so weird!” Jace marveled, holding out his arms and taking in their incredible size. They were bigger than most men’s legs and bulging with muscles. His panic and disorientation were rapidly fading as the mind-bending wonder of what had happened to him sank in. 

“Fuck, Cap! Look at me!” He flexed his right arm and his bicep bulged, inflating like a balloon and making him look seriously badass. Giddy with excitement, he struck a beefcake pose, holding both arms up, thrusting his hips forward and squatting slightly to make his monster quads pop.

Jarvi was transfixed. He stared at Jace, his unnaturally blue eyes wandering over every magnificent curve, bulge and protrusion. Slowly, his gaze traveled down, taking in Jace’s hyper-wide, hyper-full, hyper-square chest and the corrugated plate of his abs, down to his narrow waist until it landed on the immense– 

He jerked his gaze away. “We need to get moving.”

Jace had to admit he was a little disappointed that Jarvi wouldn’t look at him. Part of him craved the captain’s attention like never before. He pushed this strange desire aside, though, and forced his head back into the game, “What’re we gonna do, Cap?”

Jarvi contemplated the question for a long time while Jace squirmed in his presence. Cap was standing very close, so close the giant bubble of his right ass cheek was resting on Jace’s thigh. Jace tried and failed to keep his eyes from looking down at it. Finally, he gave in and allowed himself the luxury of staring. 

Jarvi looked like a total bimbo in his ridiculous getup, his masculinity so caricatured that it somehow crossed an invisible line and became overtly sexual. With his big tits, the bulging pouch of his thong, his bared butt bubbles and exposed asshole, how was Jace supposed to take him seriously as a man? Jace shivered with excitement when he realized that Jarvi more closely resembled a sex doll than a GI Joe figurine.

A sex doll?

Jace looked down at himself and realized he wasn’t any different. He had big tits with giant, eraser-like nipples, an even larger, more swollen crotch pouch. Plus, he could feel his own buttocks bubbling out behind him, absurdly rounded like a couple of glossy beach balls. The only difference was that his micro-brief wasn’t a thong like Jarvi’s and provided at least a little coverage in back. 

Or did it?

He cocked his head as he shifted his weight onto his left foot and watched in disbelief at his butt cheek pushed out behind him. He hadn’t imagined it. Seeing it with his own eyes, he realized it was easily the size of a beach ball. The tiny brief was, if possible, even more obscene than a thong because his big, shiny globes swelled from its confines, busting out behind him.

The full brunt of it hit then.

Oh. My. God.

We’re sex dolls!

We’ve been turned into a couple of fuckin’ sex dolls!!!

And what is a sex doll without a sex drive to go along with it?

Jace felt his fake pulse quicken as he was overwhelmed by the urge to touch Jarvi.

He wanted to do much more than touch him, though.

He wanted to–

“Jace?”

He shook himself and ignored the rubbery sound that the movement elicited. “Huh?”

Jarvi’s eyes narrowed, “Did you hear anything I just said?”

Jace grinned sheepishly, an expression he guessed must look really creepy on his plastic face. “Uh, no. Come again?”

“We should bike back to camp,” the captain repeated, clearly annoyed with him. “And then get help.”

Jace spread his huge hands; they were just as oversized as the rest of him. “What sort of help?” he pressed. “I mean, look at us! It’s not like we can go to the hospital and expect them to turn us back into people?” He shrugged, “Besides, we’re a good forty miles from camp and our smartphones, our map and the rest of our gear are gone.” He gestured to the area around them where the only evidence of their lives prior to the ‘accident’ was their discarded mountain bikes. “Do you even remember the way back?”

Jarvi pointed up the ravine, stating definitely, “That way. It’s that way. Now let’s go.” 

He reached down to pick up his bike and started pushing it up the hill. Unfortunately, this meant that he turned his back to Jace again and Jace was left staring at his winking butthole, so perfectly highlighted by the brown blotch of paint, that it made him drool. He swallowed oily saliva, secretly wanting to bury his face between the captain’s bubbles and lick that ‘brown eye’ until it was sopping…which wouldn’t take long because it was plastic.

He licked his lips. Jarvi turned and fixed him with a withering glare as if he’d read his mind and Jace lowered his eyes, embarrassed to be caught staring. What was going on with all of these unholy gay urges? It was almost like he’d gone gay when he turned into a sex doll.

He reluctantly picked up his own bike and followed his captain up the hill, mindful of his beach ball buttocks bouncing up and down behind him, squeaking like a couple of horny mice.

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Chapter 2

Riding proved to be problematic. Not only was every movement accompanied by the embarrassing sound of his ballooned-out bootycheeks rubbing against each other but he was worried those same bootycheeks would pop if he put too much weight on them. Besides, balancing on a couple of beach balls was easier said than done. He felt like he was going to roll off the bike seat at any moment. 

This new body was completely unsuited to athletic pursuits, especially biking. His muscles were so inflated that he must have looked like a musclebound gorilla balancing on a children’s tricycle. Jace’s human body had been lean and lithe with just the right amount of muscle to excel at biking. This new body was ungainly and surprisingly heavy. It was difficult for him to even make his feet rest on the pedals and the handlebars were so close that his huge pouch was jammed against them. Worse, his crotch pouch was so big, it forced his legs wide apart. He teetered along behind Jarvi, legs bowed grossly outward, listing precariously from side to side.

Still, Jace could’ve done it if it weren’t for the captain’s ‘brown eye’ staring back at him the whole time. Jarvi’s big bubbles blossomed behind him, round and shiny and full, each cheek framed salaciously by his thong. God, that spray-painted butthole! It was so dark against Jarvi’s pale, pink skin. And those puckered creases! 

Jace was forced to pedal along, only a few feet behind the captain, Kallio’s asshole at eye level the whole time. Wink-wink-wink-wink. Jace gritted his teeth so hard his plastic molars bowed under the pressure. Wink-wink-wink. Fuck! This was insane. Still, he couldn’t stop himself from watching as Jarvi’s bubbles pinched together and then spread apart with each pedal.

Fuck!

He couldn’t take it!

“Cap,” he gasped finally. “Stop.”

Jarvi looked back questioningly over his shoulder, gradually coming to a halt at the top of a wooded hill. It was evening by then and the late summer sun was dipping toward the horizon through the trees.

“Maybe we should camp here for the night?” Jace suggested, mentally preparing for Jarvi’s refusal. He knew the captain wanted to keep going. “I’m not tired,” he explained, “just, you know, fucked up.” 

This was the truth. His new body was tireless and he even wondered if he needed sleep anymore. Did dolls sleep? Plus, as the day wore on, their bizarre transformation was wearing on him. His poor brain was spinning with all of the implications of being turned into a sex doll. Where would he go? What would he do? Could he even go home again? He could only imagine the media frenzy that would result when Jarvi and he made it back to civilization. Two men transformed into walking, talking fuck dolls! Jesus, could it get any worse?

How would he ever live a normal life like this? Wherever he went, people would see him only as a giant, inflatable sex toy. What would he tell his friends? His family? And what about a career? He didn’t want to be a sideshow freak, a laughable prop in a porn video! What if he stayed like this forever? It didn’t matter how he looked at it, he was fucked.

Even more disturbing than his oversexed, rubberized appearance was another, deeper question that haunted him: Was he even still alive? What if he stayed forever like this? Forever unchanging? Forever a plastic doll? His girlfriend–if she even accepted him like this–would age and die an old woman while he remained frozen in time, a freakish doll made of silicone and rubber that never grew old.

People dreamed of immortality but, now that he was confronted by the prospect, he longed to go back to being a human again. He wanted to live! He wanted to breathe. Really breathe, not just take fake breaths out of habit. He even longed to die. Not right away, of course, but someday. He didn’t want to live forever, especially not like this!

In his current state, he could feel heat and cold and pressure and pain but he didn’t need food or oxygen or water. He didn’t even need to pee! His water bottle sat untouched on his bike despite the fact it was a warm day and he’d pedaled for hours. Plastic didn’t sweat. Even as the evening air grew chilly around him, he wasn’t cold. Oh, he felt the coolness but it didn’t chill him. And somehow this inability to feel discomfort chilled him even more than if he’d been actually cold.

Jarvi got off his bike with some effort and lumbered like a giant squeaky toy over to him. He placed both hands on Jace’s shoulders and squeezed, saying, “It’s Ok, Jace. It’ll be Ok.”

Jace dipped his head, fighting back tears. When he looked back up, he found himself studying the empty blue marbles that were Jarvi’s eyes. “Will it be Ok, Cap?” he croaked. “How do you know?”

Jarvi gave a small shrug that for some reason sent a jolt of arousal through Jace’s system, “I just do.”

Jace suppressed a gasp of pleasure, quickly forgetting his doom spiral. Jarvi was so perfect. So beautiful. So handsome. So symmetrical. So masculine. And also so…slutty…that Jace had to force himself not to lower his mouth and kiss his captain right then and there. Instead, he removed Jarvi’s hands from his shoulders and lifted his giant leg over his bike, dismounting with difficulty as his bubble butt bounced behind him and his package got stuck between the seat and handlebars. After his initial elation at being transformed into an extruded, muscular hulk, he was swiftly coming to hate his sex doll body.

“Is that a cabin?” he asked, pointing down the hill. The woods were dark but here and there a shaft of scarlet light from the setting sun pierced through the gloom, reflecting off what appeared to be window panes. They shone blood red in the dimming light.

Jarvi followed his finger, “I think so. Are you tired?” Before Jace could answer, he shook his head, answering his own question, “No, of course not. We don’t get tired now.”

“Or hungry,” Jace supplied. Except for your hot hole…

Jarvi glanced up at him, nodding. “Or hungry.” Was it Jace’s imagination or did Cap blush just now? Nah, that was impossible, right?

His rubber lips quirked, “And that’s the problem, isn’t it?”

Jarvi folded his arms, causing his Popeye biceps to balloon, “It is and it isn’t.”

Amen to that. Jace knew what he meant. In some ways it was nice not having to worry about eating or sleeping or taking a piss but it was also extremely creepy. It set him and Jarvi apart from humanity and indeed all other lifeforms, making them into objects. Animated objects.

He and Jarvi had become aliens in their own world.

Jarvi took him by the elbow and steered him downhill toward the cabin, “Come on, Jace. Stop thinking about it or you’ll go crazy.”

The cabin turned out to be a sort of barracks. It was an old, wooden building with a low, shingled roof over a single, large room lined with bunk beds. There was a wide porch in front that looked over the shimmering waters of a mountain lake. It appeared to have been abandoned or at least hadn’t been used in a couple of seasons. The air inside was musty and the scratchy wool blankets on the beds smelled mildewy.

“Let’s go for a swim,” Jarvi suggested, looking down at himself. His shiny rubber body was decidedly less shiny than earlier. Riding on the trail had kicked up dust and dirt, coating his otherwise immaculate skin. He trotted off down the hill to the lake, leaving Jace to watch as those magnificent globes bounced up and down with each step. The squeak-squeak-squeak as they rubbed together was almost as arousing as the sight of them.

Jace jogged after him, conscious of his own ass cheeks squeaking and bouncing.

Swimming wasn’t difficult now that they were basically bubbles of plastic. In fact, they had trouble sinking more than a couple inches below the surface because they were so buoyant. They splashed around as best they could, washing the grime off until their plastic bodies gleamed shiny red in the light of the sunset. Finally, Jarvi paddled out to a wooden raft bobbing in the waves and, pulling himself up, sat down, kicking his bare feet in the water.

Jace watched him, realizing his own feet were bare, too. And yet it was fine walking on rocks and gravel. Huh? Another benefit of being made out of plastic.

He joined Jarvi on the rate, sitting shoulder to shoulder with his captain. They watched the sun go down, dipping ever lower toward the cleft between the distant, blue-hazed mountains. It was a bitter sweet experience, being both beautiful and serving as a poignant reminder of what they’d lost. They were now essentially outside of time, witnessing its passage without feeling its effects. It made the void in Jace’s chest where his human heart used to be feel even emptier.

They were silent, listening to the wind over the water and the soft lap of the waves against the raft. The sky overhead was cloudless, the air crisp and the feeling of Jarvi’s mounded shoulder against him reassuring. Fuck, what would he do without Jarvi? What if only he had been transformed into a sex doll and Jarvi had remained human? He shuddered at the thought of being all alone, trapped in a doll’s body. He couldn’t take it. He just couldn’t!

“Thanks, Cap.”

Jarvi tilted his head to look at him, “For what?”

Jace smiled, sort of. “For helping me through my freakout.” He boldly reached over and took Jarvi’s big, plastic hand in his and squeezed. “For everything.”

Jarvi didn’t take his hand back, something that thrilled Jace to no end. “It is what I do,” he said after a while. “It is what captains do.”

Now it was Jace’s turn to tilt his head, “Is that it? Nothing more?” 

He let his gaze slide down Jarvi’s rugged, burgeoning physique. The captain’s bulge jutted out before him, forcing his massive thighs apart and all but spilling out of the pouch of his obscene thong. Jace could easily see the rounded orbs of his giant, fake testicles and the very long, very thick, perfectly oblong cylinder of his ‘eggplant.’

Jarvi gave him a quizzical look and the fading rays of sunlight caught and refracted in the depths of his eyes. His clear plastic eyeballs were all blue, lacking even a trace of white. This should have been disturbing but instead Jace was entranced. If he stared hard enough, he was certain he could see something flickering in the man’s (doll’s?) gaze.

Taking a risk, Jace removed his hand from Jarvi’s grip and slung it over his extra wide shoulders, slowly letting it drift over his fantastic trapezius muscles and down the perfect V of his back until it was resting on those luscious, rubbery orbs that had been tormenting him all day. Jarvi grew very still but didn’t move away and didn’t tell Jace to stop. Jace took this as an invitation and moved his thick finger under the waistband of Jarvi’s thong. Jarvi stiffened slightly and Jace smiled.

The captain’s thong was made of rubber just like the rest of him but Jace was relieved when he discovered it wasn’t fused to his skin. Rather, it appeared to be a discreet piece of clothing that Jarvi was wearing.

So far, so good!

 “Cap, can I–?”

Jarvi abruptly stood up and Jace’s hand landed with a bounce on the wooden planks of the raft. “We should get some sleep,” Kallio said stiffly, before turning and executing a perfect jackknife dive into the water. Unlike a human, though, his body bounced off the surface with barely a splash. Jace watched as he skimmed back to the shore, paddling his arms and legs, his big butt cheeks slapping together the whole way.

Jace watched him exit the lake and shake the water droplets off of his rubber before stalking up the hill to the barracks with as much dignity as a plastic sex doll could muster. After a few moments, Jace let out a frustrated sigh, got up and followed his captain to shore.

***

Sleeping proved to be impossible.

They tossed and turned on the bunk beds, neither feeling the least bit tired. Jace lay on his back, staring up at the top bunk where he knew Jarvi was doing the same thing. It was excruciating! Jace had never thought about what it would be like to not require sleep but, now that it was his reality and he really didn’t feel the slightest bit tired, it was driving him nuts.

Finally, he took a risk and asked, “Cap?”

A beat of silence and then, “Yes?”

“Can I, you know, join you up there?”

There was a pause before, “No, that’s not a good idea.”

Jace was stricken. How could Cap deprive him of his company? 

“Why not?” he whined.

“We should get going if we’re not going to sleep,” came the captain’s terse reply. Jarvi’s feet dangled over the frame of the top bunk and then he jumped down, landing with a bounce on the wooden floorboards beside Jace’s bed. In the dim light, he looked down at Jace, ordering, “Let’s go.”

“But, Cap, it’s dark!” Jace complained. “I can’t see anything!”

“There’s moonlight,” Jarvi replied, marching towards the door. He opened it, pausing to look back at him. His absurd profile was limned in darkness against the faint, silvery moonlight outside. “You coming?”

Jace sighed and pushed himself out of bed. He wasn’t about to be left behind to fend for himself!

Kallio set a blistering pace, pushing ahead with the rugged determination he was famous for. He forced Jace to jog to keep up with him as they threaded their way across the increasingly rocky terrain. The trail thinned down to a mere track before completely disappearing into nothingness. And still Jarvi pressed onward.

The night was still around, the silence broken only by the regular squeak-squeak-squeak of their unnatural bodies and occasionally by the muted hooting of a horned owl. The moon was a slight crescent overhead, the last gasp of a waning moon, and provided hardly any light at all. Far off, Jace thought he heard wolves howling but then realized it was only a pack of coyotes. He shivered even though he wasn’t cold.

He drew to a halt, looking around him and feeling very alone even though he was ostensibly with Jarvi.

“Why did you stop?”

Jarvi was looking down at him from further up the endless scree field they were climbing on their journey to nowhere. Jace wasn’t physically tired and his muscles–if he had any–weren’t sore or least bit fatigued. He wasn’t breathing hard because, well, he didn’t need to breathe. Nonetheless, he felt a great weight holding him down. That and a nagging fear in the back of his mind.

“Well?” Jarvi prompted when he didn’t answer. His voice was hard.

Jace took a deep breath and let it out slowly, his rubbery cheeks puffing out as he did. “Where are we going, Cap? Do you even know? Or are you just running away from the inevitable?”

There was dead silence and then Jarvi reacted as if Jace had slapped him, jolting upright. “Of course, I know where I’m going!” he barked. “And I’m not running away from anything! I’m trying to save our lives, Jace. Trying to fix things before it’s too late!”

Jace crossed his arms, “What if it’s already too late, Cap? What if we’re stuck like this forever? Have you thought about that?”

“We’re not! I mean, it’s not! It’s not too late and we’re not staying like this!” Jarvi insisted. There was a slight tremor in his voice, though, that told Jace maybe he wasn’t so sure.

Jace took hold of this tiny bit of hesitancy like a dog with a bone, clamping down and biting with all of his might. “How do you know?” he pressed. “How do you fucking know, Cap?”

Jarvi shook his head, “I just know. Now come on! It’s almost morning.” He took off up the hill, sending a little cascade of gravel rolling downward in his wake. The cascade grew as it neared Jace, turning into a minor rock slide. He stepped around it and resumed climbing even as Jarvi’s backlit silhouette disappeared over the rise of the ridge.

He caught up to the captain on the edge of an alpine forest. He was standing very still in the shadow of a tall limber pine, leaning against the knobby trunk. At first Jace thought he was just resting but, as he neared, he was startled to see the sparkle of silicone tears sliding down Jarvi’s chiseled cheeks. He wiped them away but it was too late; Jace had seen them.

“Cap?”

“What?” Jarvi snapped. He set his jaw but not before a little sob escaped his throat. He stifled like he stifled everything and squared his broad shoulders, shrugging back on the heavy mantle of leadership. He turned to go but then stopped. Jace watched in complete disbelief as the impossible happened: Jarvi Kallio broke down. Dropping his face into his hands, he whispered in a tiny voice, “Fuck, Jace. I can’t do this. I really can’t do this anymore.”

“Do what?” Jace was stunned. He’d never seen Jarvi show emotion before and he’d especially never seen him lose his shit. “What’s wrong?”

Jarvi laughed bitterly, “You don’t need me to answer that, Jace. We’re fucked. Totally, completely fucked.” He spread his hands, gesturing down to his cartoonish, oversexed body, “Just look at us! What the fuck are we going to do? We’re fucked!” He lowered his face into his hands once again and sobbed openly.

Jace acted instinctively, gathering his captain in his beefy arms and holding him tightly in a bear hug. He ran his big hands up and down Jarvi’s striated back muscles, murmuring soothingly. At first Jarvi stiffened and tried to break free but then he went slack and crumpled into Jace’s embrace. He lowered his face onto his shoulder and cried greasy tears that ran down Jace’s jutting pecs.

The morning sun emerged at that moment from behind the lower rim of the far off caldera, drenching everything in a soft, pinkish light. Jarvi’s skin glowed luminous and infinitely tender, causing Jace’s breath to catch in his throat. The wind blew up the ridge, cooling their bodies and making them huddle closer together. Jace looked out on the tableau stretching vast and quiet beneath him and felt contentment bloom in his chest.

“Cap? Hey, Cap?”

Jarvi lifted his beautiful face and gazed up at him. “Yes?”

“This.”

Jace kissed him.

He parted his lips and went for the gold, meeting Jarvi’s half-open mouth with his tongue and tracing those soft pillows, memorizing every curve and bump. They were incredibly supple. He gently bit down and Jarvi let out a soft moan, tightening his grip on Jace’s back. His lip felt like it was filled with silicone, it was squishy and the imprint of Jace’s perfect, pearly white teeth left an adorable impression on it before it slowly puffed back out. He loved it.

Jace chuckled and moved his hands confidently lower, finally doing what he’d been dying to do forever: He slid the captain’s ridiculous thong down over his bubbly butt and took both of those immense orbs in his big hands. He squeezed and Jarvi trembled. Then he moved a blunt fingertip inward, moving deeper and deeper into the soft, juicy crevice of Jarvi’s crease.

When he touched Jarvi’s pucker, the man let out a pitiful whine, part protest and part surrender. Jace’s fingertip came back covered in oil.

“Are you gettin’ wet for me, Cap?” he teased, wiggling his finger deeper into Jarvi’s artificial hole. It was both elastic and tight. Slick oil coated Jace’s finger; Jarvi’s natural lubrication. The captain really was a sex doll!

“I’m married,” Jarvi gasped. It was a plea. “I took a vow.”

“That was when you were a man,” Jace reminded him. “Now you’re a doll. Our old lives are over, Jarvi. It’s just us now.”

“I can’t!” Jarvi insisted. “I really can’t.” He buried his face against Jace’s bull neck, sobbing. “Can you please just hold me? I…I…I want you to fuck me so badly but I’m just not ready.” He lifted his beautiful, lambent eyes and held Jace’s gaze. “Please, just hold me. Tell me everything will be alright.”

“It’ll be alright, Cap,” Jace murmured, kissing him lightly on the lips. “Trust me. I’ll take care of you. Everything will be fine.”

The incredible thing was that, as he uttered those words in his funny, artificial voice, he knew them to be true.

Jarvi shuddered, melting into him. His tears flowed openly and he didn’t try to stop them. Jace held him, stroking his molded, plastic hair ‘helmet’ and allowing his captain to finally be truly human for the first time in his life. Jarvi’s hardened facade cracked like plastic and he wept and wept and wept. It was a little ironic, Jace thought, that it took being turned into a doll for Jarvi to finally wake up to his humanity and open his aching heart. Ironic but also incredibly sweet and he felt blessed to be here to witness it. It almost made losing his own humanity worth it.

They held each other for a long time as the morning sun rose higher, turning from pink to yellow to white. Finally, they released each other. Jarvi was smiling up at Jace and opening his mouth to speak when suddenly a troop of soldiers descended upon them, aiming formidable machine guns at them.

“Hold it right there,” the commanding officer ordered in a strangely distorted tone. “Don’t move!”

Jace and Jarvi exchanged bewildered glances before slowly lifting their hands in surrender. Their confusion only grew when they realized the troop of soldiers surrounding them were all made out of plastic…just like them. Not only that, they appeared to be identical down to the slightest detail. The stoic faces staring back at them through blue plastic eyeballs all belonged to the same man. Even the commanding officer was struck from the same mold. Even weirder were the seams at each joint. Their heads were perched atop a seam between their necks and their torsos. Their finger joints were likewise composed of articulated seams. Even their lower jaws were attached by means of a plastic hinge. It was almost as bizarre as it was creepy.

Only the day before, Jace and Jarvi had thought they’d been transformed into GI Joe action figures before they realized they more closely resembled sex dolls. Now that they’d been confronted by this troop of plastic soldiers, they realized these ‘men’ were the true GI Joe figurines. 

They were staring back at an army of animated toys.

***

Chapter 3