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.]

Minako Aino | Sailor Moon

[ai_no_megami]

[No 3, please!]

[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.

[croceamors]

The answering footsteps are so soft, one would never realize that the individual possessing them has the strongest metal the world could offer as bones. Only the finest materials for the son of the company, after all, and this creation is meant to do it all. Cooking, cleaning, protecting, fucking...

Every whim and desire and wish, after all.

Saix arrives at the couch, and doesn't sit. He simply stands to the side of it obediently, gold eyes hollow and downcast while some of his long blue hair falls over his shoulders. He really is quite attractive- again, as can only be expected for the heir to the company. Dark short eyelashes which just barely rest against his tanned skin, lips crafted to have the perfectly desire amount of fullness and give, a muscled frame that can take so much horrible abuse... A muscle frame that is, for whatever reason, clad in a French Maid outfit. Those white ruffles of a skirt that's just a bit too short above the knees, long white stockings, laced gloves, and even some very nice panties under it all.

Why? Well, Axel's the one who made him wear it, so.

"Yes, sir?"

[diffusion]

Having just taken a shower, Axel has a towel draped over his shoulders and he's not wearing much more than a black pair of boxers, but there's no reason for him to worry about being indecent even if he's sharing his home with someone else. And even if the other were to express any form of concern, he'd just ignore it anyway.

Axel' notorious for being devious, heartless, and cutthroat. He wasn't always this way, but since being adopted by an old man with such a superiority complex, he's grown to adapt and adopt that sort of mentality for himself. There's nothing at all wrong with it as far as he can see. It gets him ahead in his endeavors and keeps all his workers and subordinates in line.

When those footsteps come to a pause beside him he shows off a sharp, cocky grin. Hmph. He fits the outfit surprisingly well. "I'm bored," he sighs flippantly, crossing one leg over the other as he leans back in his seat. "I want you to do something about it."

[croceamors]

'Bored'. Normally, a word like that in a doll's database would contain just one or two meanings. However, Saix's CPU has had to adapt in being Axel's doll. 'Bored' now has numerous meanings and it's always hard to decide on what is the most appropriate action in concerns to it being said.

"Would you like me to turn on your entertainment system, sir? I could make you food as well."

[diffusion]

Heh. It's not an incorrect response or reaction to his little predicament, but with how Axel's still grinning at Saix it's clear that those two options aren't what he's looking for. After shaking his head, Axel nudges his chin a bit, motioning for the android to come closer.

"No," he says as he bounces one of his legs. "Get over here."

[croceamors]

Ah. So it's that definition of boredom. Saix immediately complies, moving around until he's standing before Axel. He gets down to his knees, pressing them together properly and smoothing out his dress. "Yessir."

[diffusion]

That's it. As Saix moves, Axel stays perfectly still, only his eyes moving to follow every step and every movement of those fingers against that pretty little dress. It's quite a sight, seeing something so advanced, so capable of tearing any human apart limb from limb if he chooses, down there on the cherry wood floor, dressed in little more than a frilly little maid outfit.

But there's a reason he was created and that reason isn't for him to complain or refuse. All he need do is obey.

Once Saix has his dress smoothed out, Axel carefully uncrosses his legs then spreads them, placing one foot on either side of Saix's body to make room for him to come closer. "You know what I want," he says with a dark laugh. "Now move."

[croceamors]

There doesn't really seem to be a reason to laugh, but Saix doesn't waste any time thinking on it. A thorough understanding of humor wasn't requested for his programming. He simply accepts it as something his owner does. There are more important things to be doing, orders given which he must obey.

So Saix scoots closer until he's nestled perfectly between Axel's legs and pressed up against the couch. He gets to work right away, hands sliding up his owner's legs until he can knead at his inner thighs. Leaning in, he nuzzles at his crotch, hoping to get it erect.

[diffusion]

He doesn't expect Saix to understand why he laughs when he does. All he expects him to do is follow orders and nothing more. It's what he was built for, after all, and what his programming tells him he must do. Hmph. The finest in sophisticated engineering and science indeed.

The closer his little pet draws to him, the more eager Axel becomes, though he does well to hide it and do nothing more than grin. By the time Saix comes in close enough to nuzzle him, Axel makes no move nor reaction and simply watches and waits, the bulge in his underwear just barely throbbing and twitching with every nudge and nuzzle.

Surely he can do better than that.

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?]

[croceamors]

Of course he can do better. It's called 'planning, oh beloved master of his. Best to go slow to start with so that he can figure out the perfect way to please him...

Once his sensors have established just how hard Axel is underneath all that cloth, Saix finally decides to go further. One hand still remains on Axel's thigh, kneading and encouraging him. The other slips upwards so that he can curl his fingers around that bulge and help direct it. He drags his tongue up along the length, artificial warmth and wetness seeping past the cloth and into Axel's cock. Once he reaches the top, he licks his lips and then goes down again, taking the tip into his mouth and giving a suck.

tear grants | tales of the abyss | ota

[selenia]

Kuchiki Rukia | Bleach

[sodenoshirayuki]

[relinquishing]

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

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...!]

[selenia]

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

[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.]