Life of the Defected Doll (1/2)

(This is a spin off of "Life of the Perfect Doll".

You can find it for free on my Pixiv or DeviantArt.

You don't have to know the original to enjoy this one.)

"Life of the Defected Doll" (1/2)

Great, so fucking great! My old boss kicked the bucket and when the new one took his place, he decided to kick out all the managerial staff to replace it with his own, ‘trusted’ people! How could it even be legal?! …Maybe it wasn’t? Screw them anyway, I’m not going back. I wonder how long it will take them to figure out that there is a whole bunch of hidden errors in one of the main systems…

For the last week, there were many emotions running though my mind, mainly anger mixed with happiness. I finally left that hell of a job… but now I had to find a new one. My CV… wasn’t amazing. I didn’t finish university and my previous job was the only one I had. Yeah, I did it for a few years, so technically I learned some stuff… but the new administrators refused to write me a letter of recommendation.

I still had some money put away in case of such emergency but it was slowly starting to dwindle, as no one wanted to hire me in my field of expertise. Sure, I could always find something minimum wage… but there was no chance that such place would sustain my ‘normal’ lifestyle.

Over the weeks, depression hit me hard. I ignored all of my friends, as I was too miserable to talk to them. Most of my days were spent in my room, with the curtains closed to avoid seeing the time pass. I didn’t do anything besides lying in my bed, playing games or watching porn…

Porn… When I was visiting one of my recently favorite websites, an advertisement caught my attention…

“Making decisions stands in your way to happiness.”

“Individuality brings inequality.”

“Become one of us, become nothing, become happy.”

The slogans themselves were a bit eerie... but the images under them were something else. A bunch of people in human-looking silicone masks, cuddling together, while pretending to be Asian high school girls...

I got a bit into the ‘masking’ porn a while ago. There was something nice about the objectification and hiding the identity... or just turning someone into a literal sex doll. It was quite obvious that most of them were guys... but hey, I only see a sexy girl, so whatever. Some of them even had pay-to-view videos and well... I was guilty of buying a few or even paying subscription to follow one of my favourite dolls...

A great idea sprung into my mind... What if I would just buy such costume… and sell porn of myself wearing it? No one will ever know it’s me and I will get easy money from masturbating… 'Find a job you enjoy doing, and you will never have to work a day in your life.' Heh…

I smiled, already enjoying my great plan, and clicked on the ad without a second thought. It directed me to a different page that looked quite official. When I was greeted with dozens of fields to fill out with my info… I had a moment of regret. It was waaaaay too much work… But then I thought back to getting money from pleasure… and powered through. Thankfully, I had a measuring tape and privacy at my house, as the site asked for countless size detail, sometimes of questionable places.

When I was done, I filled out my bank details and… instead of ‘Buy’… there was ‘Join’… Huh… I found it a bit strange and wondered if I am actually just buying a subscription for some site… but it wouldn’t make sense for them to ask for my measures. With a bit of worry, I finally clicked the ‘join’ button and saw a thousand bucks disappear from my account… Damn… I would have to be really quick about recording those porn videos…

Then, it was time to wait… and wait… and wait… I actually managed to forget about paying for this stuff, as two or three weeks passed. I still spent all of my days by myself, doing nothing productive.

One of those days, I suddenly heard my doorbell ring… The fuck?! I didn’t understand, why anyone would pay me a visit. I quickly put on some clean-ish clothes and brushed my hair with just my hand, to not look like a complete mess. Once I got downstairs and opened the door… that person already left. However, on the ground, there was a big package waiting for me… Did I order anything? Oh! I remembered the doll stuff.

After carrying the package inside, I locked the door and went straight to unpacking. I opened the top of the cardboard box and saw… a set of items for shaving and depilation. What?! I took them out and saw a piece of paper under them. “Everything from neck down, for your and our comfort.” Nope. Sure, I was a bit hairy… but it’s not like it would make any difference in the appearance. I never shaved my body and I wasn’t going to try.

I removed the piece of paper and tossed all of that away. Under it, there appeared to be another layer of stuff, covered by a piece of cardboard. Who the hell designed that? Couldn’t they just put everything together? The box was huge but judging by its weight and what I saw, there was a lot of empty space. Great, they just gave me a ton of cardboard to throw out.

Uncovering the second layer, I finally saw some good stuff. There were some fake boobs and padding for butt. Both were a bit too small for my type but at least it was something. With them, there was also a corset… but I was not going to wear it. I always heard that they are uncomfortable and I wasn’t even fat enough for it to make much difference. After taking out the stuff, there was another page. “Mold into your new shape.” Yep… they were not going to quit making it creepy.

I removed another false bottom, this time to see three skin-coloured whole-body suits. “Shed the old skin and wear the perfect one.” What was wrong with the makers of that crap? “ *Multiple copies for hygiene purposes.” Hygiene purposes? I could just have one and wash it. It was not as if I would wear it for more than an hour or two a week… Though, I was going to be a bit rough with it, so I guess it was good to have a backup.

Opening another layer of items, I saw… some simple underwear in white and blue stripes and… eh… a navy-blue sailor uniform… Well… yeah… it was the same one that the people on the advertisement were wearing… but it still felt strange to fetishize high school uniforms. I guess I could take some pictures in it… but I had to buy myself something a bit more sexy later. “Perfect clothes, for the perfect life.” They were going a bit far…

Unpacking further revealed a… a few pairs of uncomfortable-looking earplugs and… an inflatable gag that could cover half of the face. “The silence is golden.” Yeah… I was going to skip both of those.

I finally got to the bottom of the box and to the main thing. The young, Asian, perfect face with dark eyes would look almost life-like, if it wasn’t lacking the insides and if it wasn’t completely motionless. Picking it up, if felt very soft but sturdy at the same time. Yeah… it was probably worth the price. Inspecting it, I couldn’t find any holes except for the nose holes and tiny punctures for the pupils. Anyone wearing it would probably only see straight forward.

Under the mask, there was a small mirror and under it was a note.

“Give away everything”

“Become nothing”

“Become happy”

“Find us”

“Join us”

There was a QR code under that… but there was no way in hell that I was going to trust those people any further.

I decided to just leave the packaging and notes for now… After picking up the shapewear, skin, mask and clothes, I went back up to my room, to try that stuff on. I took off my clothes, before putting on the vest with fake boobs and the shorts that had a modest butt and a big hole in the crotch… convenient. Then I pulled on the tight, skin-coloured suit. As my hairy legs disappeared under the perfection, I was surprised how smooth it was too the touch… and for a short moment considered shaving, to feel it better. Though, I shrugged and continued. Zipping up was a bit difficult, as my waist appeared to actually be a bit too large without the corset… but the material was stretchy enough to finally close. Finally, I put the mask on, zipped it up and placed the long, black, straight wig on top.

I went to look at myself in the mirror and… damn… After a few seconds, I could already see my erection growing under the thin suit. Thankfully, it had a crotch zipper, so I opened it to jerk off… but stopped myself. It could actually be a good material for a video… Most dolls were open about being guys… but they rarely showed their manly side, while in costume… Maybe it could be my way to be a bit more… unique?

After putting on the underwear and the sailor uniform, I grabbed my phone and started looking for any place that looked clean enough to be a background for recording. Unfortunately, my bedroom was a complete mess. I carefully walked downstairs, while clutching the rail tightly. With my vision limited by the mask and my center of gravity altered by the fake boobs, every step felt like risk.

When I finally got down, I went to my living room. Heh… despite its name, I spent there almost no time, so it was completely clean, except for some dust here and there. The white, leather couch and the empty, light-purple wall behind it were perfect for now. I had no tripod to set my phone, so I just propped it up on a chair opposite of the couch and started recording.

I walked into the camera’s view and timidly waved my hand to greet the future viewers… I was actually doing it… it was way more stressful than I expected… After striking some average poses like double V with fingers, or bending down to ‘accidentally’ show my panties, I sat down on the leather couch.

The urge to masturbate right away was strong… but there had to be some foreplay. After all, less people will pay for the video, if they see that it’s short. To start off, I began exploring my body with my hands. Slowly caressing my smooth arms and legs felt surprisingly nice. I gave my silicone breasts a gentle squeeze or two, before lying back a bit and gently lifting the front of my skirt, to show my stripped panties… and my growing erection under all this.

To keep the skirt from falling down, I tucked its bottom rim behind the waist, leaving my bright crotch exposed, while everything else was surrounded by the navy blue. After gently moving the panties out of the way, I lowered the zipper, allowing my penis to spring out and stand proudly. I gave it a few strokes to make it harden a bit more… but it was way too early to finish.

My hands left my crotch and ventured up, to the collar of my uniform, where a long, red ribbon was tied, as decoration. With a slow and gentle pull, I untied it… and wrapped it one or two times around the middle of my shaft, while keeping the ends of the ribbon in both hands. I wasn’t really sure, what I was trying to accomplish… but I began to slowly pull the red ribbon a bit more to the left… then to the right… to the left again, gently brushing my penis with the soft material. It felt better than expected… maybe tickled a bit… but wasn’t nearly enough to ever make me finish.

A big droplet of precum appeared at the tip of my penis and I instinctively wanted to just brush it off with my finger… but remembered that my fingers are now covered by the fabric of the skin suit and it would make it dirty. With nothing better at hand, I used the ribbon, leaving a long, dark stain on it. I probably should do more to make the video more interesting… but my excitement was approaching its limit.

I unwrapped the dirty ribbon from my penis, smelled it a few times… and tied it around my eyes, like a blindfold. My right hand went straight for my penis to stroke it, while my left hand grabbed my fake boob and began playing with it. Of course, I couldn’t really get any pleasure from the chest… but it was kind of comforting to squeeze the silicone. Though, I didn’t pay it too much mind, as I soon got completely lost in masturbation, stroking my penis like I usually do. My tempo grew and grew, eventually to a furious speed, before I suddenly pushed by hips straight up and shot out my cum into the air.

Right after that, I dropped back down on the couch, exhausted as the mask was limiting my breathing. As always, the orgasm cleared my mind after a few seconds and I remembered what I was doing. With a single motion, I took off the blindfold and reached out for the phone, to stop the recording. I stopped for a moment, as I realized that my cum directly hit the camera’s lens. It was quite disgusting… but would probably look amazing on the recording.

After saving the video, I realized that I still don’t have any normal pictures. The red ribbon was quite ruined at the moment by my precum and the dark-blue uniform didn’t really look that good without it… so I just shot some pictures with the shirt unbuttoned and some in only underwear.

Right after I was done, I unzipped the mask and took it off to finally take a deep breath. There was no way someone could wear it for longer than a few hours. I got out of the whole costume and tossed the dirty parts in the washing machine, before going back to my room.

I uploaded the photos and the recording to my computer and glanced through them… they actually turned out quite well… even making me consider pleasuring myself to them, the next time I feel the need. A bit narcissistic… but they really were good.

With no reason to wait, I made accounts on some public social media for the calmer pictures and a few subscription sites, for the video. After uploading everything, setting the price and adding as many hashtags as possible, I finally closed my browser and started some game, to chill out for the rest of the evening.

When I woke up from the next day, my banking app notified me that I earned a few bucks already… but it wasn’t much. I opened the browser, to check out how many views and followers I had, only to see that… the video, along with some of the naughtier pictures, got removed from all websites…

I wasn’t really certain why, as I didn’t get any email or notification about it. They were just gone. For a moment I thought that I actually didn’t upload anything in the first place… but the earnings in my bank account showed otherwise. What made it even stranger was the fact, that each of the sites deleted them, not just one or two.

I wasn’t certain, what to do about it… but I received no warnings… so I just uploaded all that again, to see what happens. Later, on the same day, I once again saw all the photos and videos suddenly gone…

It didn’t make sense. Why would a porn site delete porn?

Just to check, if it wasn’t some error, I put on all the doll stuff again and made completely casual pictures in the full outfit, like a simple selfie or pretending to study. I uploaded them to the same sites and waited… and waited… and waited…

A few days passed and the casual pictures stayed without problem… huh…

To test the boundary, I put on the full costume and uniform again… and recorded another masturbation video. However this time, I kept my clothes on the whole time and even masturbated through the skirt, to show no nudity.

Unfortunately, it yet again got deleted with no warning after a few hours.

I made one more video in a futile attempt to actually earn some money from it. That time, there wasn’t even masturbation… well… not the usual one. I simply caressed and groped my body like a girl would… It got deleted.

I was starting to get tired but I was not going to give up. After all, I paid a thousand bucks for that costume and I needed some money soon. Maybe I should try different websites? Maybe wear different clothes?

One of the following days, I was woken up by my doorbell ringing. Huh… I came downstairs in my pajamas, not really caring how I look and opened the door. Like the last time, there was no one there… but there was a note left on the ground.

“We did notice your continuous, public, sexual activity.

Good girls don’t do that.

Please, cease such behavior and be a good girl, or we will be forced to take actions.”

What the fuck was that supposed to mean?! Were they joking? ‘Good girl’? They knew that I am an adult guy, not girl. How were they deleting my videos and pictures? Do they have some agreements with all those sites? What were they even thinking? I paid for that costume, so I had all rights to use it however I wanted, right?

I was certain that I want to contact them and yell them out exactly what I think about all this. However, checking their website… there was no contact info. Alright. I decided to pay them a direct visit. Though, looking at the packaging… I found no return address or anything like that.

Huh…

I was slowly running out of ideas but then remembered the last note that was in the package.

“Give away everything”

“Become nothing”

“Become happy”

“Find us”

“Join us”

‘Find us’… Oh yeah… I was certainly going to find them. I scanned the attached QR code with my phone and it downloaded some app. When I first opened it, it asked me for permissions to many things… way too many things… but I had no other choice, so I agreed to them.

I was greeted by a simple menu. Almost all options were unusable, except the one marked as “Initiation”. After tapping it, GPS navigation opened, showing a path from my house to some location on the other end of the city. At the top, there was a timer: “Nearest meeting begins in 11 hours, 34 minutes and 32 seconds.”

There was no point in going there right now, as probably no one was present yet, so I tossed the mask, skin and all the other accessories back in the box, in case returning it was the only way to get something out of it all. I left it in the car and when the night came, I drove to the place marked on the map.

(To be continued in 2nd half)