Suddenly, your mouth opened up on its own to an O-shape, and your tongue and teeth disappear. You try to close your mouth, but fins you can't do anything but make a sucking motion with it. Your vision fades out and back in momentarily as your eyes become flatly painted onto your face. You feel your nose flatten to your face, and your lips flatten, becoming painted on like your eyes.
You notice your fingers have merged together, becoming mittens. They inflated out, becoming very doll-like. You found that you could only wiggle your thumb, but couldn't flex your hand or move it at the wrist. You look down at your feet, and see that they've become more doll-like. You then feel a strange mix of rubbing and pulling along the contours of your body, as seams start forming. They run up the fronts and back of your legs, around your waist, in between your legs, around your vagina, up your sides, down your arms, over your mitts, around your breasts, and around your neck.
You look just like a sex doll. Curious, you go back down to your bathroom to see if the tattoo was labeled. After struggling, you manage to see the text on the back of tattoo, also discovering that you need to move your head to move your vision. the back of the tattoo read; "SEX DOLL - FEMALE. WILL TRANSFORM USER INTO A FEMALE SEX DOLL."
Below that, was; "WARNING: IF USER IS MALE, TRANSFORMATION MAY BECOME PERMANENT."
You would have screamed if you could talk. There's a chance you could be like this forever? That wouldn't be so bad... Wait, where did that come from?
Your mind started to grow foggy. It became harder to focus on anything for too long. You began to wonder where your wife had her toys hidden as the heat between your legs returned. All that you wanted right now was to be pleasured.
You made your way upstairs slowly. Slowly, parts of your body became immobile. You could only move your head up and down. You couldn't bend your elbows, which had locked at 90-degree angles. You couldn't twist your waist, and couldn't bring your legs together. Despite this, you managed to make it to your wife's drawer. After searching though it for a few minutes, you found what you were looking for.
It was a large, black, latex dildo with a suction cup at the base, and was 8 inches long, and 3 inches around. Just looking at it made you lust for it. You go into the spare room, and find a wooden chair. After a few minutes of struggling, you manage to stick it to the chair. Slowly, you position yourself over it, and lower onto the dildo. You sit down on it, and start grinding on it, relishing in the pleasure. You throw your head back in pleasure as you get hit with the best orgasm of your life.
It washes over you like a hot wave, lingering for a few seconds before fading away. You keep going, lusting for more. You start rubbing your nipples, which sends waves of pleasure throughout your air-filled body. Another orgasm washes over you after a few minutes of grinding. You then start bouncing on it, and you experience the most intense orgasm you've ever had, even better than your first one.
The heat and pleasure lingers, however. You let off of the dildo, and start wandering to your room, dazed from the orgasm. Your legs start to grow very stiff, and your rams lock at your sides. Your head locks forward, and your legs finally stop moving, staying spread. You lose your sense of balance, and fall backwards, bouncing slightly. The heat keeps building and building, eventually spreading to your nipples and mouth. Soon, your whole body goes numb, with the only areas retaining feeling being your mouth, vagina, and nipples.
The heat in those areas keeps growing, eventually leading to you feeling the need for those areas to be stimulated. Your mind started to cloud even further, and your started to forget your life before becoming a sex doll. You forgot that you were ever able to move, or speak. To you, you've always been a sex doll, a toy for pleasing your user.
You lay there, unable to move, and in constant heat. Your only desire now was to be used the way you were meant to be used. Your thoughts became little more than of being used, and of having sex.