Aly knocked on her friend’s door, becoming more and more irritated that her friend was not answering. She knew Jen was home and that she was more than likely drinking. She figured she might cheer her up, but her non-responsiveness was odd. She knocked again, and noticed that the door was actually unlocked. Worried, she slowly opened it and walked into the well lit room. “Hello,” she called out timidly. She got no reply. Looking around, she saw no sign of her friend, although something rather… grotesque caught her eye. On the ground, a few feet away from the armchair, was the most ridiculous sex toy she had ever seen. It looked to be a pair of very real looking hips, with the silliest fat cock she had ever seen. It looked so real too, and she even jumped back when the eyes, which the sex toy also seemed to have, looked at her and blinked. She let out a laugh, thinking such a dildo to be so absurd.
From Jen’s point of view, she was internally screaming for her friend to help her. Aly, a woman her same age, with short red hair and an athletic body, bent down and looked her in the eyes, unaware there was a consciousness behind them. She anguished as her best friend walked around the room, looking for her while she was right there.
“Jeez Jen, shouldn’t be leaving that stuff out like that haha, “ she laughed as she kicked the toy under the table, not wanting to look at such a lewd thing. She could have sworn she saw the eyes squint in pain, but she chucked it up to good animatronics.
As she paced around, looking for her friend, she grew worried. In one room were a pair of mannequin legs, wriggling with a strange lifelike quality, while in another room she found an arm fondling a mannequin’s torso. She hadn’t thought Jen would be into animatronics, but she guess there was still some things to learn about her friend, especially if the weird sex toy was any indication. This was reaffirmed when she entered the bathroom and found a head on the ground. She stifled a scream as from a distance, it looked like Jen’s decapitated head with it lying facedown on the bathroom rug. Even the hair was perfect. However, she noticed the lack of blood, and when she picked it up she let out a groan of disgust. “Ugh, another wield sex doll? What the fuck Jen, but you do you I guess.” She held the head, that was oddly warm to the touch, up to her face and examined the anus and vagina that resided where a face should have been. She brushed her hand against the pussy, marveling at it a bit when it twitched just like a real one. “Weird,” she took a sniff, “Haha, wow, even smells like the real thing, goddamn.” She tossed it back on the floor and went back to the living room.
She was about to call Jen, hoping that maybe she had just walked out for a moment, when something caught her eye. Close to where she had kicked away the hip/penis thing, there was a pretty little perfume bottle. Curious, since Jen was not known to be one for fancy perfumes, so Aly picked it up. Wondering what it smelled like, and without a care, she sprayed…