The Dollhouse Meme

[playdate]

It arrived as a gift, though there's no way to tell who sent it.
"A dollhouse? Who sends a dollhouse?"
But you've opened it anyway, and now nothing is the same.



The Premise
In whatever setting, for whatever reason, your character has received an enchanted dollhouse. Much like Pandora's Box, opening the house unleashes a flood of magic, transforming one of them into a dolls noted below. Is it a quick transformation? A slow one? Will your character be able to retain her sense of self with a body made of cloth or plastic?
And what about the other person? A concerned friend perhaps, horrified at the nature of the transformation. Will you be able to break the curse? Or were you instead the one who arranged to eliminate a rival? What will you do with your new living toy?

Please remember to state preferences in the body of your original comment! It's important to remain respectful to everyone's particular kinks and limits.


Have an RNG link if you prefer those.

01. Baby Doll - The perfect model for infantilists. Baby needs to be held and cared for. It certainly cannot walk on its own, or even feed itself. It needs a patient Mommy or Daddy to teach her all about the world, though it would be up to its patient parent-figure to decide if it'll learn about the practical or the carnal.

02. Barbie Doll - Barbie has fun! Barbie has spunk! Barbie is tanned and plastic and always ready to slip into the tallest high heels! She loves to dress in all kinds of clothes and wear lots of makeup and bounce enough for her big plastic titties to jiggle! She's just not so smart. Math is hard, okay?

03. Blowup Doll - A smooth-skinned lightweight utility designed for primarily for raw use. As it is an inflatable model, conversation would be sparse.

04. Mannequin - The art model. It's fully poseable, with articulation lines running along all its important joints. But the mannequin is intended for display. With bondage more intimate than the tightest ropes, this doll is rendered incapable of more resistance than a handful of muffled noises while engaged in its owner's play of choice.

05. Porcelain Doll - The delicate decoration, white-skinned and fragile. Though this model lacks the ability to handle rougher sexual experiences, she is the perfect armpiece, speaking softly and deferring to her date for all decisions, a model of the Victorian angel in the house.

06. Rag Doll - Comfort is the nature of this doll. She's been stuffed from head to toe, in a cozy felt body with soft yarn hair. She won't be a terribly dexterous model, lacking the detail for proper fingers, and the button eyes may prove disturbing for some, but for good times and bad she'll be the best friend a doll can provide.

07. Real Doll - The android. This doll has been constructed of the finest in modern technology. It has been programmed literate in the textbook kama sutra, sculpted to look like a perfect human figure, flawless latex covering unbreakable steel. Welcome to the uncanny valley, Master. Would you care for your slippers and some oral pleasure?

08. Voodoo Doll - The vengeance doll. This doll is thoroughly featureless and lacking will and autonomy. It exists to be caused pain. Had a bad day at work? Prick your voodoo doll and wish harm on your boss. Stuck in traffic too long? Take out your aggressions on your doll. Perhaps in time, your doll will even come to enjoy the beatings. Filled with real blood or a stuffing alternative, at the buyer's discretion. (Bloodplay optional)

09. Another Doll - There must be more doll-style fetishes than I could think of alone. Did you have erotic ideas for a scarecrow or amigurumi figure? Is there something sexy about a paper doll? Go wild!

*Sizeplay is not a requirement for this meme. If you wish to play out the size dynamics of a full-sized person with a doll-sized doll, please state it in your preferences. Likewise for the case of transgender-TF.
**Speaking of gender dynamics, I apologize if I've left in any specific gender statements (and for all the female doll images). This was originally going to be a TLH post for one of my characters before I got carried away and thought it would work better as a meme. Your character most certainly does not have to be a "she" to participate in this meme.

Comments

Saix / Kingdom Hearts II / OTA

[croceamors]

[ooc: So I'm good with 3-9. (1&2 would make me laugh too hard to be able to post.) I'm open for Saix either being the doll or for him to be the one to find your dollified character! If you want to figure things out, hey, don't be afraid to start off with a question. We'll make it work. I warn that he will likely be a douchebag if you go for the latter choice, 'tho. Warning is that I can sometimes be a bit slow in tagging.]

[diffusion]

(( ooc: You rang~? Sooooooo how does option 7 sound? And would you want Saix or Axelnort to be the doll? ))

[croceamors]

[ooc: Axelsnort gets control. I was going to say more, but I made that type and so I think I'm done.]

[diffusion]

(( ooc: Saix, you cannot regret this now. There is no turning back. ))

When Axel wakes up most mornings, he feels far from rejuvenated and often times irritated by the smallest of things--From the way his pillow feels too cold or too stiff, or how the sun shines too brightly from between the small gaps of his bedroom shades. Most would think he's a happy person; after all, he's lucky... He's alive in a prosperous era, full of life, full of wealth, and full of the most advanced technology the brightest minds of this world have to offer. Rarely is there ever any sickness, drought, or financial downfall, and even if there would be in the near future, well, his family name keeps him from stumbling back down the rungs to experience an endless, laborious struggle back to the top.

In this world he might as well be king. For although people are happy, there are still those who just can't afford the time or effort to settle down and keep jobs and economics off of their minds. So under his father's wing, he learned the tools of the trade... all about human companionship. They all have needs, they all have desires and reasons. But sometimes even a gentle human touch isn't quite enough to satisfy even the loneliest of individuals.

It could never be done, they said, and the banks all laughed in his father's face. But several years later when he watched his father walk under the hot spotlight and pull away the dark curtain, Axel knew that no one would ever doubt again. The first intelligent android to walk the earth was sleek and elegant in its design just as his father dreamed it. Complete with speech recognition, touch reception, and even built in warmth, each piece designed thereafter would be seen as the greatest invention to mankind. As the years passed, they became stronger, more advanced and even fully customizable according to each user's specific needs.

And goodness knows Axel takes advantage of everything his company's creation has to offer.

In a large, stately penthouse perched at the very top of a towering skyscraper, the redhead walks out from his bedroom late one evening and settles himself down on his dark leather couch. He has a lot of room to spare and extra pieces of furniture he never needs like five dining chairs and settees, multiple wine glasses and even a pool table in the other room. It's all nothing more than proof of his wealth and status and if he's honest, he'd rather burn it all than have it collect dust in his home. But he has appearances to keep up and far too many people to please.

For a while he stays silent in his room, listening to the clock on the wall tick on by for what feels like an hour, but eventually he glances off to the side and calls out. "Saix," he says curtly, amber eyes glittering under the light of the moon outside. "Get in here."

A toy he had made for himself, one to obey his every whim and wish and desire-- He wondered if he could indulge himself a little before he headed off to bed.

Minako Aino | Sailor Moon

[ai_no_megami]

[No 3, please!]

Chang Wufei | Gundam Wing

[chang_wufei]

[ooc: 3 or nine with doll sized human.]

Youko Kurama | Yu Yu Hakusho

[afterredfades]

[ooc: 3 or nine with doll sized demon.]

Arthur Kirkland (England) | Hetalia

[english_dignity]

[ooc: 3 or nine with doll sized human. Dressed as a tin soldier, anyone?]

tear grants | tales of the abyss | ota

[selenia]

[relinquishing]

(ooc: any preferences? I'm looking at 4 or 5.)

[selenia]

(ooc: 5 is good for me! you want to start or should i?)

5 it is! I shall start~

[relinquishing]

[It's both astounding and horrifying for Guy to think too deeply about what kind of situation he was in. He had tried to be polite despite how much Peony had poked and prodded and claimed to have an experimental surprise for him. Sure, it had piqued his curiosity, but the Emperor had such a tendency to be tricky when he showed such blatant excitement.

Jade definitely wasn't helping.

And now, after a day's worth of declined invitations, he had been scooped up and tossed into a back room with an indignant squawk, the chuckle of the Emperor the only thing heard before the door is closed behind him. He messes with the doorknob, a fist banging on the door as he yells for His Majesty, for answers, for something...

Silence. He sighs through clenched teeth, fingers flexing tensely as he runs a hand through his hair. No need to lose his composure. There were so many times where the Emperor behaved so similarly to the royalty he was already so used to serving.

It only takes a couple moments of exploring to find the doll. Fully dressed, propped quietly in a large four-poster bed draped with lilac and cream, the low light shining against the delicate curves of her limbs. For a moment, every muscle in his body tenses, feeling an impending sense of disbelief for what his superior was setting up.

He doesn't dare move his feet, eyes wide and brow tight.]

What the hell... Tear? What are you doing here?

09, how much she can move/respond is up to you!

[deathscore]

[The emperor is not entirely unfamiliar with dolls. Seeing that one of his favorite hobbies is costuming, he has quite a few mannequins of various sizes around for drafting something when he gets bored. He's never seen a doll like the one laid out on his pillow, though. It looks to be seamless, with some sort of synthetic skin material he's unfamiliar with.

At first look, he almost thought it was a tiny person.

Once he overcomes his trepidation at the sudden gift in his bed he scoots closer and picks it up, running a finger down its torso gently. It's surprisingly soft to the touch.]

Looks an awful lot like Mystearica...

Re: 09, how much she can move/respond is up to you!

[selenia]

(tear has never been drunk or drugged, but right now, she feels like both. holes in her memory can't explain where she is or how she got there, why this lavish room is spinning or why everything in it is so massive. her head hurts, fuzzy, aching, goading her into just lying still and not thinking, even when she concentrates.)

(there's something above her - he looks like emperor peony, but not, because peony wasn't five times her size. why was he so big? one finger is the whole length of her arm; it strokes her skin and his touch is the first sensation she can really feel, gentle but strong.)

I am Tear,your majesty she tries to say - but its strange. her voice won't work, and the words echo pointlessly in her head. her body is somewhere between paralyzed and completely numb, except for the acute tickle of his finger against her skin; summoning everything and through the fog in her head, she opens her mouth, but neither sound nor air get out.)

[deathscore]

[He'd never imagine that the doll in his hands was the real Tear, just as he'd never do what he was about to do to any woman that hadn't given her consent. As far as he's concerned, though, she is just a doll and he can do as he pleases without hurting anyone. Being Malkuth's most eligible bachelor he doesn't exactly lack for female attention, but he is a terribly curious creature by nature.

Sitting her up in the palm of one hand, he takes the hem of the plain white dress she's wearing in the other and works it up over her body until she's completely exposed. The level of detail is amazing, far beyond anything he's ever seen before. He's not sure how durable she is, so he continues to use that same gentle touch as he prods at her breasts, tentative at first but more strongly once he realizes the material that makes up her skin won't tear.]

There's even little nipples.

[Apparently that amuses him greatly.]

Kuchiki Rukia | Bleach

[sodenoshirayuki]

Guy Cecil | Tales of the Abyss | OTA

[relinquishing]

(ooc: no 1 or 3 please. I'm fine with playing either role, although his fear of women will make some options tricky. Feel free to ask a question to start out~)

4ish

[deathscore]

[When Peony first finds the intricate mannequin of Gailardia, he's almost certain it's something Guy himself made. A robot, perhaps? Unfortunately for him, it won't be able to take his place regardless.]

Cute. Very cute. I guess it would be rude not to play with it since you worked so hard on it, hmm?

[He'll be sure to put it in a particularly humiliating display that he wouldn't dare do to the real man and show it to him just to scare him. As prone to following his whims as the emperor might be, he does have some sense of propriety! It's not appropriate to be too overtly sexual with someone who's essentially acting as his servant, and he doesn't have that much of an interest in men anyway.

Seeing his face once he sees what he's done to the doll, though... that should be priceless.

Chuckling to himself, Peony picks the doll up princess style, carrying it back to his room and whistling cheerfully. Now then, what should he do?]

[relinquishing]

[Behind flexible joints and the delicate, motionless details that gave this doll such a comfortable appearance, a voiceless conscience is screaming.

He has no idea how to reverse this. To come to and find himself immobile like some sort of statue was bizarre enough. He wasn't paralyzed - every sensation was still there, every touch, every draft through the palace room, the tickle of his bangs against his forehead. No blinking and yet his eyes didn't burn. No rise and fall of his chest with a breathlessness that should be killing him.

And, come to think of it... he'd never been this short. Not for a long while, at least. He couldn't tell for sure - it wasn't as if he could move his neck or turn his head to look at his surroundings.

What the hell...

As much as he attempts to yell for help, his lips refuse to budge. Even when the Emperor strolls into the room, looking over him like he was a clever little toy, the words he wants to say just won't leave the quarantine of his mind. Peony's got it all wrong! He isn't a fontech experiment or a plaything - what he is is a prisoner.

But there's nothing he can do. That chuckle sends a wave of dread down Guy's body, thoughts racing in a panicked flush as his body is swept up into Peony's arms, the curve of limbs against artificial joints only giving enough to keep the doll from being a block of wood in the Emperor's arms. No, no, squirm, flail, jump away, do something...!]

[deathscore]

[Despite the fact that Peony thinks Guy is just a doll, he still carries him gently. Any discomfort that he might be feeling would be coming from inside his own mind, from imagining what the (now considerably) larger man might do with him.

For now, it seems that he doesn't plan on anything too terrible. He carefully sets Guy on the bed, propping him up into a sitting position that looks natural and crawling up beside him, peering into those eerie glass eyes and tilting his head.]

They almost look real.

[Of course that's just silly, so he laughs it off and does what any reasonable person would do upon finding an incredibly realistic doll and lugging it off to a private space. He starts undressing it to see just how real it is. Natural curiosity, anyone would do it. He starts with the orange vest Guy seems so fond of, making quick work of it. The white shirt is next, though he does pause once he sees what's underneath it.]

Huh...

[The doll's really been carved with amazing precision. Every little detail is in place, and the joint system is really quite impressive too. Peony takes hold of one of his arms, moving it around experimentally. He's more than a bit surprised to discover that the doll is made of something with some give to it. Now just what could it have been made for? It seems awfully elaborate for a prank.]

[pinkeye]

[Interested in either 4 or 5?]

[relinquishing]

(Either is fine with me - RNG says 5 but I will let you pick. Would you like Milla or Guy to be the doll?)

Milla Maxwell / Tales of Xillia

[pinkeye]

(ooc: no 1 or 3, please)

Shirley Fenette | Code Geass

[all_over_again]

Duo Maxwell | Gundam Wing

[duo_maxwell]