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 – Posted 6 September 2026
• Chapter 4 – Final chapter, 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 raft,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. He sighed. The void inside his chest where his human heart used to be felt 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 ordered Jace to leave his bike behind. “Too steep,” was his two-word explanation. And then he proceeded to set a blistering pace up the trail, 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 caressed them like a lover, 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 grabbed 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 hastily wiped them away as Jace approached 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 it, though, like he stifled everything and squared his broad shoulders, shrugging back on the heavy mantle of leadership. He turned to go but then inexplicably 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 before the lip slowly puffed back out.

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 realizing 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

Chapter 3

If things hadn’t been surreal before, they certainly became surreal from that point onward. The ‘men’ bound Jarvi and Jace’s hands and forced them to walk single file through the forest. When Jace tried to speak, one of the soldiers bonked him on the back of the head with his rifle. It didn’t hurt because his head–and the gun, it turned out–were made of plastic but still…the indignity of it made Jace smolder. It didn’t help when the soldier jeered, “Keep goin’, ya big, dumb dildo!”

“I’m not a dildo!” Jace hissed only to wither as the whole company of soldiers broke into mirthless laughter.

He looked back at Jarvi who was staring fixedly ahead, his giant bulge bumping back and forth before him, and then down at his own bulge which was several times larger. Only then did it dawn on him that the soldier’s taunt wasn’t too far from the truth. He and Jarvi did actually look like walking dildos!

After a forced march of perhaps a half hour, an army camp emerged from the forest. At first glance, it looked like any other mobile command center, comprised of dormitory tents, practice fields, vehicle repair facilities, helipad, artillery storage, central hall and a fabricated HQ building. Everything was fabricated and could be taken down and moved in minutes.

Upon closer inspection, Jace realized there was something very wrong with the place. His older brother was an officer in the US Marines and Jace had had the privilege of touring a mobile unit much like this one before. That experience had made a deep impression on him. Even though he’d only been there for part of an afternoon, he’d memorized every detail and, more importantly, every odor. Mobile units were smelly places between the latrines, the mess tents, armored vehicles and assorted munitions.

This place was basically odorless, save for the now familiar smell of rubber and silicone. Jace squinted at the camp laid out in a precise, geometric pattern on the plain below them. There was no mess hall and no latrines. And there was something weird about the impromptu garages and helipad. The vehicles didn’t look quite right. The helicopter, HumVees, jeeps and armored personnel carriers…were, what? Made out of plastic?

Yeah, plastic.

And that wasn’t all.

The whole camp turned out to be nothing but plastic and rubber. Everything was plastic, not just the toy soldiers swarming about the place. Their uniforms, tools, weapons, vehicles, even the fabric of the tents–all of it was plastic.

What the actual fuck?

If Jayce wasn’t seeing it with his own eyes, he could’ve sworn he’d walked onto the set of a science fiction movie. The other soldiers in the camp had been extruded from the same mold as their captors. Each one was identical, completely indistinguishable from one another, save for the plastic name badge sewn into their camo uniforms. If it hadn’t been for that, Jace would’ve assumed they were clones.

The soldiers in the camp marched along, articulated limbs moving stiffly but methodically. A familiar rubbery sound followed along with them, growing by multitudes as they entered the camp proper and were surrounded by more and more of the action figures. When he was first transformed into a sex doll, Jace had felt like a prisoner in his plastic body but, surrounded by these automatons, he suddenly felt profoundly grateful. At least he and Jarvi still retained a little of their old lifelike qualities. But these soldiers? They were just a bunch of generic plastic toys.

He and Jarvi could still breathe, swallow, smile, blink and move around more or less seamlessly but these GI Joes were rigid and jerky by comparison. A day ago, he would have felt differently but now Jace was glad for his superior range of movement and expressivity. He was certain he would have lost his grip on sanity if he’d been transformed into a mechanized figurine like these guys.

The creepiness only intensified over time. A few things jumped out at him as not just odd but downright racist and sexist. Every soldier was male, for one thing. And, on top of that, they were all blond and blue-eyed. Shouldn’t a normal army troop have some women and people of color? This place felt like a warped playground of white supremacy. The further he was led into the camp, the more self-conscious he became of being the only non-white doll in the place.

They attracted attention as they marched into the camp. The other soldiers turned to stare at them, their puppet-like mouths falling open. Jace wasn’t certain because the soldiers’ faces were so rigid and their gazes were so blank but their attention didn’t seem friendly. If anything, he detected deep animosity radiating from them, mixed with profound resentment. He tried to ignore the stares but they left him feeling unsettled and worried. What were these soldiers going to do to them?

The sergeant of their squad took them directly to a military police tent with two guards stationed outside. The guards–who were identical to the other soldiers, save for their black vests–removed he and Jarvi’s restraints before leading them to a prison cell. Forcing them inside, they slammed the door shut and locked it behind them. Jace was a little confused when he realized the bars were rubber and so were the tent walls. He could easily bend them apart and escape if he wanted. He shook his head, both bemused and unsettled. He had a nagging feeling they were getting closer to solving the mystery of their transformation. On the surface at least, this seemed like a good thing; however, it didn’t guarantee that they were any closer to regaining their humanity.

He turned to Jarvi and shrugged. The captain returned the gesture before surprising him by folding against him and nuzzling his neck. “I don’t care what happens to us,” his mouth against Jace’s skin. “I only care about you.”

“Aw, Cap,” Jace breathed. “Yer killin’ me over here!” He lowered his mouth and kissed the hardened mop of hair on top of Jarvi’s head. Kallio sighed, the most pleasing sound in the world at that moment. Jace smiled, savoring the captain’s new tenderness. It was so different from Jarvi’s usual hardened affect. After a while, he felt compelled to ask, “I gotta ask and please tell me the truth: When did you realize you felt this way ‘bout me?”

Jarvi lifted his head and fixed him with his wide, blue eyes, “I’ve wanted you to fuck me ever since we showered together after regionals. Your penis is…quite extraordinary, Jace.” He dipped his chin, embarrassed by the boldness of this revelation, continuing, “I never admitted it to myself, though. I’ve never acted on my gay attractions. As the weeks went by, though, and we spent more time together, I realized I wanted more than just to be fucked by you. I realized that I wanted you.” He smiled ruefully, “It took me getting turned into this,” he gestured down to his caricatured body, “to finally admit it. And now I’m admitting it to you.”

“Fuck, Cap.”

Jarvi bit his lower lip, blinking innocently up at him, and Jace thought his rubber cock was going to come flying out of his micro brief. Jarvi was just so adorable! He was like a completely different man now that he’d allowed his tough exterior to fall away. Until yesterday, Jace hadn’t thought about fucking his captain, much less falling in love with him but now? Yeah, now he could feel it. Jarvi was special. Real special.

They kissed.

Jace forgot all about the nearby guards as he pushed Jarvi up against the bars and fused his eager mouth against the captain’s equally eager mouth. They might not be able to feel human hunger any longer but that didn’t mean they weren’t hungry for other things, namely sexual ones. Jace was only frustrated that he’d had to wait this long to finally get Jarvi beneath him. Now that the captain was at his mercy, he had no intention of ever letting him go.

“Ahem.”

Jace looked up from making out with Jarvi to find one of the blond and blue-eyed MPs standing on the other side of the bars from them. He pulled his swollen lips away from Jarvi’s long enough to growl, “Yeah? Whaddaya want? Can’t you see we’re busy over here?”

The MP looked down at the ground, embarrassed. “If I may…?”

Jace harumphed, patting Jarvi on the shoulders and stepping away. His pouch, always obscenely tented under the best of circumstances, was stretched beyond capacity as it struggled to contain his giant erection. He cleared his throat, not doing anything to hide his arousal. The MP’s gaze flicked down to his tumescence before flicking up to his face. It was probably Jace’s imagination but his cheeks seemed rosy.

“I, uh, wanted to ask you something,” the soldier stammered, moving his foot across the dirt floor of the tent.

“Yeah?” Jace’s patience was thin. Every second he was apart from Jarvi felt like an eternity.

“I was hoping you could, um, well…”

Jace folded his beefy arms, “Yes? What is it? Just tell me!”

The MP looked agonized which was saying something given what he was made out of. “Can you tell me how you…uh, kept your, um…” His voice trailed off as he found himself unable to utter the words and instead pointed at Jace’s throbbing erection, “How you kept…that…after your, um, procedure?”

Jace looked down at his cock. It was truly a masterpiece of rubber and air, inflated beyond all decency. It felt fucking fantastic, too. Like a real erection only more so. He looked back at the MP, “You mean my cock?” The toy soldier nodded and Jace’s gaze moved from his giant eggplant to the bulge–or, more precisely, the absence of it–in the soldier’s pants. “Don’t you have one, too?”

The MP stared at the ground before shaking his head slightly. The tips of his ears seemed to be red but Jace wasn’t sure. “No,” he revealed. “I lost it when they…turned me into this. All of us did. You’re the first toy I’ve seen with, uh, that still intact.” He spread his hands, a jerky movement that broke Jace’s heart almost more than learning the guy had been desexed. “I didn’t mind when they took away my race and ethnic identity. Figured immortality was worth it, ya know? But if I’d known they were gonna take away my manhood along with my humanity…”

Jace’s tongue felt thick in his throat. “That’s, um, that’s real–Wait, what’re you doing?!”

But the MP was already lowering his trousers and pulling down the army-ration camo boxers he wore underneath. Jace goggled and, behind him, Jarvi let out an audible gasp. The man’s crotch was completely smooth, shiny and empty. Made out of pinkish tan-colored rubber. He didn’t even have painted on pubes. Even the GI Joe action figures that Jace played with as a boy had a ‘modesty bump’ down there but not this guy. Almost worse than his absence of a bulge was the way that his leg joints sliced through his rubber pelvis, leaving deep grooves on either side of his crotch. Seeing him like this, it was clear he really was nothing more than a plastic soldier brought to life.

“Jesus, bro.” Jace didn’t know what to say. “That’s…that’s fuckin’–”

“Barbaric?” a voice answered behind them.

They jumped and the guard whirled around, his trousers still down around his ankles and his smooth, neutered crotch on full display. While Jarvi and Jace had been busy staring at the soldier’s empty crotch, a man–a real, honest to goodness man!–had appeared at the flap of the tent. Wearing an old-fashioned, black suit, he was small and bespectacled and very dark-skinned with curly white hair and a hesitant smile. Next to him towered a truly magnificent specimen of manhood who, they were soon to find out, was no more of a man than they were.

The MP started to hastily pull up his trousers but the human stopped him with a friendly hand on his shoulder. “At ease, Corporal Vallejo. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Please, show them. Show them all of you.”

The soldier lowered his head, hesitating a moment, before pulling off his remaining clothes. His clothing was stretchy, being fabricated from rubber, and proved to be hard to remove. He finally managed to wrestle out of the last bits of his uniform and stood before them in all his naked ‘glory’–a sexless doll who even lacked a butthole. (He even turned his back to them and bent over, displaying the rather jarring absence of an anus.)

Not only didn’t he have a butthole, he didn’t even have butt cheeks! His ass consisted of a single mound of rubber. As he stared at Corporal Vallejo’s backside, Jace let his hand drop to Jarvi’s hind end and he fingered the captain’s hole just to be sure it was real. Jarvi squirmed, letting out a low moan and clamping down on the invading digit and Jace smiled at the fresh goo coating his finger.

Whew! What a relief! Jarvi had an asshole! He didn’t know what he’d do if that captain’s hole was only skin deep. He needed something to fuck, especially if he was stuck forever in this rubber body.

“Thank you, Corporal,” the little man praised, patting Vallejo affectionately on the arm. “That was very helpful and brave of you. You may get dressed now.”

The tiny man stepped forward while Vallejo dressed behind him. “I do apologize for the rude nature of your, um, abduction,” he continued in a soft, lilting voice. “Time is short and I need to be efficient if I am going to turn you back into men again.”

Jace and Jarvi jumped at this. “You can do that?” Jace asked excitedly. “You can make us human?”

“I believe so,” the man said, hedging. “I mean, it’s theoretically possible at least. I just haven’t done it before.” He sighed, holding up a hand when Jarvi tried to interrupt him, saying, “But I’m getting ahead of myself.” He motioned for the towering, gorgeous man standing at attention behind him, “Lieutenant Dwyer, would you be so kind as to unlock their cell?”

The hulking, muscular soldier saluted and swiftly obeyed. Soon, the door was swinging open before them. They were free again!

Before they could exit their prison, though, Lieutenant Dwyer stopped them, holding up his big hand and growling, “Yer not gonna tryna escape, are ya?”

Jace stared at the hulking soldier, realizing something was different about him. He was too big for one thing, standing at least a foot taller than any other human he’d met and he was too muscular. But, unlike Jace who possessed a sex doll’s exaggerated proportions, this man possessed a rugged, muscular but otherwise normal physique. Nonetheless, something about his absolute perfection struck Jace as off.

Sensing he was under Jace’s scrutiny, Lieutenant Dwyer stepped out of the shadows and leaned closer. His face broke into a wide grin, causing Jace to take a step back. What the fuck?! Dwyer’s skin was a dull metallic silver and his eyes glowed emerald green in his skull! Even his immaculately coiffed Afro seemed to be composed of nappy, silver wire.

Jace instinctively moved between Jarvi and the giant creature, demanding, “Who are you? What do you want with us?”

The giant humanoid called Dwyer looked back over his shoulder at the little man behind him, grunting, “Go on, tell ‘em!”

“Ah, yes! Where are my manners?” the small man chirped, sidling between Lieutenant Dwyer and Jace. He stuck out a little hand that proved to be very soft and fleshy when he gripped it. “This is Reginald Dwyer who, as you have already guessed, is a cyborg and my name is Benoît Guibert. I’m the scientist in charge of the top secret project that you two stumbled into at precisely the wrong moment.” He grinned slightly, looking Jace up and down approvingly, before adding, “Or perhaps it was precisely the right moment? You do make a very impressive specimen, if I do say so myself.”

Jace shook his head, “Er, thanks. And, no, it really was the wrong moment. Definitely the wrong moment.” He waved the thought away, “It’s nice to meet you and all but didn’t you say you could change us back?”

“All in good time,” Benoît replied. “All in good time. Right now, we need to get you and your beautiful friend here away from this place.”

“And me, too?” Corporal Vallejo asked hopefully. “Can you take me with you? I don’t wanna be a toy no more, Monsieur Guibert! I wanna be a man again!”

Benoît turned to him and smiled, “Of course, Bruno! If that’s what you want. I might caution you to wait, though. These fine gentlemen, uh–?”

“Jace and Jarvi,” Jace supplied, eager to get moving now he knew Benoît intended to help them.

Benoît’s face lit up as he repeated their names, “Jace and Jarvi will be the first specimens I will attempt to return to their human forms. I’ve never done it before but I’m almost certain I can return them basically to the way they were before.”

“Basically?” Jace asked. It was a testament to his desperation that he didn’t mind the odds. He’d have jumped at even a sliver of a chance! Even death was preferable to being stuck as a sex doll forever! “That sounds good enough to me.” He turned to Jarvi, “What do you think, Cap? Are you in?” Jarvi nodded and Jace faced Benoît again. “We’ll do it. We don’t give a fuck about the risk.”

“Me, neither! Death is better than this!” Vallejo chimed in, his hard plastic face almost bending into a smile.

“My, my! I do hope it won’t come to that!” Benoît exclaimed. “At worst, your bodies might retain, um, certain features after detransitioning.” He waved a hand dismissively, “Nothing significant, though. Of that I’m quite certain. Well, mostly–”

“I don’t care! Just do it!” Vallejo pleaded.

“I’m in as well,” the other MP, Corporal Tennant, volunteered. He’d been standing in the back of the tent with his arms crossed the whole time, silently observing. He was so quiet that Jace had all but forgotten he was there.

But then another voice called, “Do me, too!”

“Me, too!”

“Don’t forget me!”

“Hey! What about me? I don’t wanna be a doll, neither!”

They looked back towards the entrance of the tent and discovered that the entire squad of soldiers who had captured them was standing outside. Each GI had his hand raised, anxious to be chosen by the funny little scientist. It was clear they had been eavesdropping, perhaps anticipating this exact scenario.

Benoît put his hands on his hips in mock indignation, “All of you? You all want to be turned back?” When this was greeted by a chorus of desperate pleading, he gave in, “Alright, so be it. I have no idea how I will explain this to Secretary Hegseth but I’ll figure something out.” He paused then, struck by an idea, and turned to look up at the towering Lieutenant Dwyer. “How about you, Reggie? Do you wish to become a man again as well?”

The robot regarded the small man for a long moment before asking, “You can do that?”

Benoît nodded. “Yes, yes! It’s much the same process only with a different enzyme, one that works on metal rather than rubber.”

Dwyer was silent for a long time before shaking his big, beautiful head, “No, thanks, Doc. I’m happy like this.”

“As you wish,” Benoît sighed. “I’m sure Lieutenant Wilson will be delighted to hear that. But the offer still stands, Reggie. Talk it over with your husband and let me know if you change your mind.”

Dwyer nodded and looked back to Jace and Jarvi, noting, “We don’t have much time. General Stewart will be here in less than ten minutes. We need to leave now.”

Benoît clapped his hands together, urging the group of assembled soldiers onward, “Yes, yes! You heard Lieutenant Dwyer! Please follow me to our transport and don’t say a word to the rest of the company. I can explain the disappearance of a dozen men but not an entire battalion!”

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Everything came together quickly. Corporal Vallejo and his fellow MP handcuffed Jace and Jarvi once again before leading them out of their cell. The original squad of soldiers surrounded them as they exited the tent and Lieutenant Dwyer took point, leading them towards the landing strip at the back of the base. Benoît followed along behind, fretting about how he would explain everything to his bosses at the Pentagon.

Jace gaped when he saw the V-22 Osprey sitting on the gravel tarmac. As they approached, he spotted another cyborg like Lieutenant Dwyer sat at the controls, only he was, if possible, even more beautiful. With matte silver skin, wavy hair and almond-shaped eyes that burned bright emerald green, it was clear that he was of Chinese descent. A Chinese robot? he wondered, staring in fascination at the state-of-the-art, gorgeous being. He had no idea such advanced technology existed, let alone that he would come face to face with it some day. Then again, until the day before, he had no idea a man could be changed into an animated sex doll, either.

The robot winked at him as they approached, quipping, “Geez, Benoît wasn’t lyin’, I see. Yer cute and fuckable! But I guess that’s the point: You’re a doll meant for fucking, after all.” When Jace bridled at this, he held up a placating hand, soothing, “Easy, boy! You an’ me’re in the same boat, right?” He indicated his miraculous, metallic body before pointing down at the very pronounced bulge in his tight pants, “I was constructed to be functional as well as ornamental, too!” He clambered out of the pilot seat and extended a surprisingly supple hand to Jace, “I’m Tian, by the way. And I’d put the ‘fuck’ in yer ‘fuck doll’ in a heartbeat if my man, Lexy, would let me…and if I still had a heart. Haha!”

Jace swallowed, keenly aware of Jarvi’s disapproving presence behind him. He turned back to him and sheepishly held up his palms. The truth was that Tian was quite a hottie and his big bulge was calling to him in all sorts of prurient ways. Still, he wasn’t about to toss away his budding relationship with Jarvi to have a fling with a robot. Maybe in my next life? he thought, smirking to himself.

Tian was still studying Jace when he turned back. The robot’s eyebrows drew together as he took in Jace’s exaggerated features. Finally, he couldn’t stand it any longer and complained to the approaching Benoît, “WTF, Doc? Why’d you have to make him look so stereotypically Asian? That’s just ridiculous!”

“It wasn’t my design,” the doctor replied apologetically. “You know how it is, Tian. When Hegseth gets his grubby little hands on something…”

Tian nodded, “I know, I know. What a douche! I swear if I ever get near him, I’ll fuckin’ wring his–”

“Tian!” Benoît scolded. “You gave up killing when I activated your human shell, remember?”

“I didn’t say I was gonna kill him,” Tian grumbled. “Just fuck him up a bit.”

“One could argue that’s already been done,” Benoît replied drolly before turning back to the company of dolls and the increasingly impatient Lieutenant Dwyer. “Alright, men! Let’s go. Climb up and strap in! Tian’s taking us to my private estate for a weekend of R and R.” He paused, explaining, “That’s ‘reprogramming and retransitioning’ but I assure you that you’ll get to enjoy some regular R and R as well.” He clapped his hands together and the soldiers all but tumbled over each other in their eagerness to board the hybrid chopper.

Jace led Jarvi by the hand up the small gangway and helped him to fasten his safety harness (while copping a feel of his bulging package). Then he settled in next to him, pulling on his own harness and placing his hand protectively on his new lover’s knee. He grinned over at his captain, giddy with excitement. He couldn’t wait to be human again!

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