Living Doll Novels & Stories

If you don't know what that is, you need to get your head out of the your butt and look it up. He hands it to me and right away I get this feeling that this doll isn't just a doll. I examine it closer and strip it of it's top hat, monocle and tuxedo. Underneath, the body is made up of cloth and a soft stuffing inside. His arms and legs flop around very easily and yet it intrigues me even more when I look at the back of his head.

Reagan spewed with a laugh and I glimpse at him, his eyes ogling at my bare pink pussy. I nervously frowned. "T-then what is it?" I squirm. "A sex contract, you get to please me and my son. Don't worry, you will be highly compensated and you will get married to Hidalgo to hide the real bargain behind the contract!" He explained, and everything dawned on me instantly. Mr. Reagan wants me to get married to Hidalgo, a goddamn fake marriage! Everyone will believe we are both married but behind doors; I was gonna be a sex doll to both of them. How disgusting!

A lush garden filled with vibrant flowers and towering trees. In the centre lies a small, serene grave adorned with a single peony. Rhys with a weathered face and gentle eyes, slowly approached, his steps heavy with the weight of memories. Raindrops fell softly, casting a melancholic veil over the scene. He smiled down at the grave and replaced the weathered Peony with a new one. “Another day, my doll.” With trembling hands, he delicately placed a fresh peony on the grave, its petals glistening with raindrops. He knelt beside it, his movements slow and deliberate. Sitting beside the grave, he gazed at it with a mixture of longing and acceptance.

"Don't you remember all the names of your dolls?" "I don't have dolls," Aiden said and laughed. We both joined Addison on her side of the room and listened as she introduced us to Zitty, Kitty, Ditty, and many others of similar names. I tuned out from what she was saying and instead just focused on her voice. Aiden leaned into me as he examined each of the dolls, smiling incredulously as his sister taught him the intricate details of doll-playing. I have a feeling my Aiden would be part of the 'girls' tonight. "Mom," Addison's voice drew me out of the trance. "Don't you think Lina is pretty?" She thrust a doll that looked like a horse and giraffe into my arms. "She's a doctor. Just like you.

I whispered, and with a nod we slipped inside. The apartment-style suite was weird. The humming coming from an old-fashioned radio on the nightstand, playing some kind of static-filled tune that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on the end. The bed was untouched, the sheets perfectly crisp as if no one had slept in it. But what really caught my eye was the collection of… dolls? “Okay, this is officially creepy,” Laura whispered, her eyes fixed on a shelf lined with porcelain dolls, each one staring ahead. “Let’s get out of here.”

If this was what death felt like, I would go through this phase over and over again. I pulled away, watching my little doll turn red, her lips swollen. I tugged her robe down to her hips, revealing her two moderate peaches, round and with nipples pink and hard for me. Knowing my sly little doll, she tried squirming away, her hands moving to cover her chest. But she was crazy to think I’d let her.

Thea widened her eyes and shook her head desperately, "This is impossible. Aunt Olivia has been dead for nearly twenty years." "I didn't lie to you. My daughter Olivia is a genius girl who has always been particularly fond of intelligent robots since she was young. Later, she got married, but her marriage was unhappy and she didn't receive her husband's love. So she moved out of the Sanchez family with her child. Little did she know that the child died due to neglect. Olivia blamed herself for not being a good mother, so she made this doll in the likeness of the child's face. She is the mother of the child, pouring all her maternal love into it. This is a very sophisticated doll, covered in

she voiced, taking another step closer with throbbing throat. "Can I be your doll tonight?"

To his left, toy cars, action figures, and building blocks filled the boys’ section. Lucien’s feet carried him toward the girls’ section almost without thinking. His eyes darted between rows until something caught his attention—a large doll displayed in the center. It was nearly the size of a small toddler, dressed in a frilly pink dress with tiny lace gloves and shiny shoes. Its hair was made of soft curls, tied neatly with a ribbon, and its glassy blue eyes seemed to follow him. Lucien stared at it, fascinated. He reached out slowly, his fingers just inches from the doll’s arm…