... she crumpled up on the ground.
All Dean saw was a girl slip into a rubber suit, give herself a once over, and spin around, but in that moment, the suit had changed her from once normally-reserved girl into perverted thing, complete with holes for penetration, and a ridiculous look of oblivion to the act. Dean was suddenly drawn to the deflated pile, as if it were calling. Slowly, he made his way to it, picked it up, and began to blow.
As he inflated the sex doll, its features came to light, though very few indeed. The face was one with the skin, with the eyes and mouth comically painted to unrealistic color. The mouth was now shaped for oral sex. The ears had retreated to behind the blonde hair, to deflect attention to their cheap design. The breasts now beheld two pink nipples, much too bright to be ordinary. Further down were two new openings for simple satisfaction, for they held no complexity nor were any attempt made to hide the fact. When the doll was fully inflated, its breasts were three times the size of Jenny's, at nine times the impossibility of perfection. Its butt was much more prominent as well, its thighs thicker, its waist thinner. The finished product was an idealized hourglass hooker, and Dean wanted so much of it right now, though he couldn't rationalize why.