A student with a dilemma

About a minute down the local residential hall, I spot someone stood in his front doorway scratching his head. He seems about twenty or so, and is vexed by something.

"Can I help you?" I ask him as I approach, prototype and cube still in hand.

"I'm kind of stuck midway through something, is the thing," he explains. "To make a long story short, I have an assignment for my art accreditation, and the idea I have in mind for my piece needs two women."

"And you don't have two women yet?"

"One of my moms was willing to be one, and I converted her already--" He thumbs inside at the nude translucent silicone sculpture lying on a tarp, frozen stock-still in a standing pose, arms by its sides. "--but my other mom's at work and won't be back for a couple hours."

"Are you in a rush?"

"Not for the assignment, but I did want to go out later... The mom I'm using had a restaurant reservation soon, so I was figuring I'd go out and eat in her place, don't waste the booking. I mean, she's not gonna need to eat for a while anyway, since she'll be stood on display in the campus gallery for the next couple months."

"No, I absolutely understand. In fact, I think I can help you," I say, meaningfully nodding at the prototype in my hands. "Another one of those, yes? 1:1 female silicone replica, no sentience?"

I pull the female cube out of my pocket, toss it into the void of the 'hoop', and quickly dial in a few parameters. Then I hold it up high, and after a few seconds, a lifesize likeness of the chatty neighbor falls out, frozen in the same stock-still arms-by-sides pose staring straight forward emotionlessly, now made of the same clear translucent silicone as the student's mother, like she's been directly transformed into a springy, see-through, gel-material sexdoll.

"Here you go, one test subject on the house. I can note that down as a success - intermediary form successfully reconstructed," I tell him, putting down the hoop and making further notes on my holo.

"And I can just have her? I shouldn't ask her or anything first?"

"Of course she doesn't mind."

Being plucked off the street, simplified down to an inanimate cube, and then converted into a naked silicone replica of herself? That's practically the distillation of a woman's life purpose. I got to test both phases of the prototype's reconstruction, and she even found some proper use benefiting a young student's project for the next half a year instead of just being let go.

With some relief, the student takes his freshly obtained silicone doll of a random stranger, and lays it down on the floor next to his similarly objectified mom.

Next, he pulls out a medium-length xanite stabilized cutter, and begins to halve them. Starting with the woman he knows, he steadily runs the cutter down the colorless pseudo-female vertically. She doesn't react, of course - she's no more than a doll made of silicone, and silicone can hardly be animate - and once the art student reaches her crotch and the slice job is complete, his plastic mother readily parts into left and right.

Pulling her apart, it's evident to see from the cross-section that the only cavities inside the otherwise-solid mom are a tube connecting her mouth to a crude stomach-shaped cavity, which is met on the bottom end by a snaking tunnel that mimics a woman's intestinal passages and connects to a ready facsimile of an asshole, and a bisected onahole-like vaginal canal connecting to a balloon womb.

With the lifesize silicone mom-doll safely bisected, he repeats the process on the neighbor, then swaps a half of each one with the other. After that, a quick run of the cutter in reverse mode, and the two halves of the living-turned-fake women are merged together cleanly, creating two full clear-gel sexdolls, each a combination of his mother and a woman he doesn't know who's been plucked off the street.

"Quite the piece," I comment. "You've put your two subjects to good use. It's always refreshing to see living resources like us celebrated in this way."

"Glad you like it," he replies. "I'll be honest, I haven't thought about the themes that much, it just felt like something I wanted to produce..."

I ponder, scratching my chin. "Interchangability, perhaps? That us women can be freely reused and recycled in ways that both utilize and disregard our identities. The juxtaposition makes me think of that, at least."

"Oh, that's good. And the medium of colorless skin-safe silicone, that's kind of touching on how women serve this... invisible purpose in our lives, for the pleasure of all."

"Absolutely," I agree. "It's a celebration of how versatile us women are. You could say we're both full humans and objects of purpose. We're living elements - like if metals mined from asteroids lived their own lives when not being alloyed into xanite. The sexdoll presentation itself ties into that - both a lifelike presentation, and yet clearly intended to be fucked and cummed in without a second thought. When it comes down to it, we females are the humans who know in their bones they exist to be used."

The student nods, before hesitating. "Um, you've been really helpful. Can I ask for one more favor?"

"What is it?"

"Well, speaking of fucking and cumming in them, I was wondering if you could help emphasize that? It's hard to really see that at a glance without, well, something inside them."

I nod and think. That's a fair point. It'd be a waste not to capitalize on the fullbody onahole presentation by showing off the pure expression of these two women as things meant to squeeze dicks and wring out pleasure, how they exist for their tubes to be filled up with others' fluids...

I look down at my own hand, missing a finger, and then suddenly it hits me. "I think I have an idea."