Chad knelt over the toilet bowl and vomited gallons of yellowish white goo. He felt his face, hair, arms and chest. He was human again. He remembered falling into Rod's arms after he became a sex doll. He didn't remember much more until he woke up on the floor of Rod's shower with the water blasting him. Chad stared into the toilet bowl. He vomited again. How many loads of cum had he swallowed. His jaws ached. His ass felt rubbed raw, and his pussy felt- wait, PUSSY?
Chad stood up and looked down at himself. Then he looked over his shoulder into the mirror. There was a blue 23 tattooed on his back. He lifted one foot, and read the name on his sole. He knew it before he read it. The name was burned on his other soul too. It read, "TOULEMANN". He checked the other foot, again he knew what would be there, it read, "ROD". He appeared to be wearing a blue rubber Speedo, except it wasn't a Speedo. Chad ran his fingers around his waist hoping to find a seam or opening. It was part of him, he was now flesh, bone and rubber. He explored the bulge, and found an opening. He gasped as he fingered his pussy. He looked in the mirror, The Speedo looked like it was hugging his buns. But it wasn't. He pulled them apart and saw his blue rosebud reflected in the mirror. He was still Rod Toulemann's property. He looked mostly human, but where it counted he was still Rod's sex doll. He gathered his courage, and picked up a towel. He dried himself completely, and opened the bathroom door.
On the other side of the door was Rod Toulemann's bedroom He stepped into the room. He was alone for now. There were some clothes on the bed. They were apparently his size. He examined them. He wasn't sure what Rod wanted him to do.