Reanimation Transformation — Trapped in a Sex Doll

"Bailey. Wake up. Wake up!"

"J-James?"

I find a rhythm inside of her. Her voice arrives faintly at first. As if waking up from a long sleep. I feel the unmistakeable heat of woman's pussy return, her real juices mingling with the minimal amount of lube I coated my cock in. Her skin softens. She is real again.

She moans. "James, how many days has it been?"

"Two weeks."

"Fuck. . . " Bailey squeezes my cock. She's started doing this more. It twists me up inside. Afterall, Bailey is my best friend and roommate. "Two weeks! It feels like an eternity."

"Look, I'm doing what I can. I had to go on a work trip this week. It's not like I can pack a sex doll in my carry on. Besides, what if you got lost in transit?"

"Have you found out anything?" She grabs the sheets behind her. I push my cock in deeper, basking in how she clings to me. I can't help myself. This pussy is so tight.

"I spent last night in the library. I've found some spells that might counter the spell. You really shouldn't have pissed off that gypsy lady doing palm reading down by the beach."

"Why did she do this to me?'

I'm trying my best to focus on our conversation, but her breasts aren't helping. I love making them bounce. I dig into her harder, connecting, trying to make them shake all the more. She moans out. We fuck for a bit before I remember she asked me a question.

"She said you were the type of man who thought women were dolls and made for just one *thing.*" I get the words out the best I can to the rhyhtm of my thrusts "Fuck, you're so wet today."

"Fuck. I know. Your cock feels so good." She bites her lip. Her eyebrows arch. She's given in to the fact this is the only way I can revive her to speak. "Can we try the reversal spell now?"

"Not yet. The ingredients list was so random, I was able to source everything but it's going to be two weeks before I have everything."

"Ok."

Her body relaxes a bit. I pick up speed. It's been nice to have a doll in the house. Fucking her has improved my stamina and ability to last. I've almost forgotten the doll is possessed by my best friend.

"James..."

"Yes, Bailey?"

"Don't let me go another two weeks without waking me. I don't like being asleep for so long."

"Okay."

"I need you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me every day and keep me awake."

"Okay. I will."

"Promise me. Say it."

"I promise to fuck you every day."

She's getting close. We've done it enough that I can tell. She's squeezing my cock and using the friction of the bed to meet my thrusts. My cock swells even more inside of her.

"So there's something I need to tell you about the reversal spell."

"What?" She's moaning, almost disinterested.

"It only stops you from being a doll. There's no spell I can find that will change you back to a male form. You'll be a woman forever."

She gasps. Then, without warning, begins to fuck back harder. I look down. Her clit is throbbing from her folds.

"Oh god. Forever. Forever?"

Her eyes search the air for answers, even as her clinging to my cock takes a full pitch. She milks my shaft, understanding its her future. She starts crying out with every thrust I make. Until she notices —

"James."

"Yes, Bailey?"

"Am I wearing stockings?"

I nod. "And a garter belt, too. I bought lingerie for you on my trip. Do you like them?"

Her eyebrows arch to their limit, her eyes darting between the stockings around her beautiful thighs and the stoic expression on my face. Looking for something to hold onto. But there is nothing. She's a woman now. Forever. What does it matter if new stockings are clinging tightly around her thighs? They certainly won't be the last.

She writhes her little ass in bed, eyes now frozen on her stockinged legs. "Oh my god."

"Is everything okay, Bailey?"

"Just fuck me, James. I'm so close. Fuck my tight pussy. Make me come."

"But you'll go back to being a doll."

"Fuck me until I come!" I respond immediately, pummeling her.

In no time she shakes. She comes hard on my cock and in turn fires off my orgasm. We come together.

Her body spasms and little by little returns to what she's become. A doll.

My sperm dribbles out of her. I lift her and take her to the bathroom to clean her up, washing my come and her feminine juices from between her thighs. Then I sit her back on my bed and re-dressed her in the new lingerie I had bought her — much better looking than the animal print blouse we had hastily bought before the gypsy's curse was complete. I align the cups of her new bra around her sizeable tits and pull the straps around her back and connect the clasp. The bra looks good on her. Besides, she needs to get used to wearing one.

Bailey hasn't slept in his room for over a month. Initially he sat in this form, in his animal print, on his knees, in the center of his bed. I would look in his room when I walked by — occasionally stopping to admire his new form. As they days passed, it became hard to attribute the curvy new form to my roommate. I walked in one day and lifted her shirt to expose her breasts. She didn't mind. She just sat there.

I had a new roommate: Bailey was trapped inside of her: the big titted blonde bombshell. Naturally, desire eventually got the best of me. That's when I discovered how to awaken Bailey from his sleep.

With my cock.

I do think the reversal spell will work. I've done my research. I think of the two spells I tore out of that old book from the library. I stood for a long while eying them on the desk. The first spell: "A spell to reanimate back to the Original form." The second "A spell to reanimate the Current form." I packed the second to my backpack and returned the book to it's place on the shelf.

Then I walked back to the desk, grabbed the first spell and stepped out of the West Wing of the library. I crumpled it in my hand and tossed it in the garbage basket, knowing that I had just made the decision to throw away Bailey's masculinity for good. Instead of feeling guilty, I simply tucked a hand into my pocket and tried my best to hide my erection in my jeans as I walked to through the university grounds.

Bailey's final request rings in my head. "I need you to fuck me every day. . . " It's making my cock spring to life all over again. I look at Bailey's full new lips, and suddenly have an idea.

It makes me rock hard.

I position my beautiful Bailey doll. I bend her sexy ass over, exposing her pussy to the air behind her, and widen her mouth slightly with my thumb and finger. Then I settle Bailey doll's lips over the throbbing head of my cock.

Will it work? Will she wake up?

Oh fuck. Yes. Her skin is beginning to shift. Her lips press into me.

Her eyes widen. She understands where she is, that something is different, that she has been put in a new position. She moans and speaks, her lips brushing my cock. "James, how many days has it been?"

"It's been 20 minutes."

I can hear her nervously breathe in the realization. She is still for a moment. Then Bailey wraps her lithe hand around my cock. And puts it in her mouth. There is no more discussion. Bailey knows she is going to be a woman forever. Every stroke of her lips over my cock is a step further down the road of acceptance. She moans. I touch her pussy behind her. She's already dripping wet again.

"That feels good, Bailey."

She moans back in agreement.

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