Better life (dollification)

Jane was suffering from a bad flu and hanging out in her aunt's house, who lived close to college. At twenty, she was stunningly beautiful, but never found the right guy to enjoy sex with. Leading her to get the reputation of being frigid.

Jane was looking around the house for a tea pot, feverish and feeling dizzy from her headache, she stumbled upon an old oil lamp.

"I guess that will do." She commented, with a nasal voice.

The young woman then put some hot water in it and to her surprise the lamp talked.

"What the fuck, bitch?"

Jane jumped. "What the fuck?!"

"Yeah! You poured hot water in an oil lamp, dumbass!"

"Oh... Sorry, I thought you were a small tea pot."

"Are you blind?"

"Sorry, I'm sick, I didn't pay attention. I empty it..."

Confused, Jane emptied the oil lamp. She was not thinking straight enough to be able to realize how crazy it was. Yet, the lamp continued.

"Thanks, but be careful, for fuck’s sake. Anyway, since you've woken me up, I offer you a wish."

"A wish? Like in Aladdin or something?"

"Yes, like that, but just one, not three."

"Ok... Well, it would be nice to not feel like shit like that every winter..."

"So, the wish is?"

"Uh... I wish to always be healthy and full of energy."

"Granted."

With just that one wish, Jane found herself in a bedroom, her clothes mostly gone, only wearing a tank top and panties, and yet she was feeling great.

_What the fuck happened? _She thought.

She remembered the oil lamp like in a feverish dream, despite feeling in great shape, ready to run a marathon, her mind felt cloudy. Still, she could guess that her wish was granted. But it didn't explain why she wasn't home anymore. And her body, felt... strange. Without imperfections, like fake.

Then, while Jane was still confused about the situation, two men came in without knocking.

What the fuck?! Who are...?!

She quickly realized that no words came out of her mouth. She couldn't speak.

"What do you think of this one? Amazing, don't you think?" One of them said to the other.

"Yes, it's great indeed... I love how it looks! I think I'll take it!" The other answered.

It?! What's going on?!

They were talking like she wasn't even there. Jane would have run away, but, somehow, she couldn't move in that direction.

"Come here." the second man said to her.

And she got out of the bed and walked to him without thinking.

"What's this model name?" He asked the other man.

"Jane."

"Ok, Jane, let's go home, ok?"

When he said that, Jane felt linked... no... belonging to him. She could do anything for him. And she nodded.

"She doesn't talk?"

"Not this model, but we can arrange that for a supplement."

Jane felt hope, hope to explain to them that she wasn't a thing, she was a person.

"No, that won't be necessary..."

And hope was crushed. But maybe she'll be able to write to him at his house. She could still do something there.

She followed her owner in the corridor, and passed in front of several doors before arriving in a larger room with a counter. The man paid, and they left the building to go to his car. Expecting to sit on the passenger seat, Jane was surprised to be ordered to get into the trunk. Despite the cramped place, she felt good obeying him and was happy to arrive at his place. It may have been a small apartment in an industrial neighborhood, pleasurable sensations flooded her mind thinking about living there.

The genie really fucked her up. She had become some sort of cleaning robot or something and was rewarded for obeying. She really needed to tell that to her owner.

"Put this on." He then told her.

It was a dark gray shirt with a black skirt, not at all sexy, which surprised her. Putting it on, she felt again the pleasure to obey.

"You're amazing in this Jane."

If she could blush, she would have, so, she smiled to him. That's when he then said.

"I can't wait any longer, come here!"

Grabbing her by the arm, he brought her to the bedroom and pushed her on the bed. Head first on the mattress, her ass was in the right position for him lift her skirt.

Shit, he's that kind of guy finally... She thought as he took off his clothes.

She let him fuck her, not expecting much of it, but to her surprise, Jane never felt anything like it. The pleasure was amazing, if she could make sound, her moaning would have been heard in the whole building. His cock, her owner's cock, was spreading her pussy and giving her divine sensations. As she enjoyed his hips hitting her silicon ass, she realized what she was now : A sex doll...

Jane's owner emptied his balls twice before leaving to clean his cock. She stayed a moment there to get back to her senses. The doll wasn't out of breath, she didn't have one, nor she was the slightest bit exhausted. She was just in shock from everything she felt during the last half an hour. Ideas that shouldn't come to her mind were whispering things she never imagined thinking. It was amazing, even generally speaking, she was feeling better than ever in her life before.

Still, she needed to tell her owner... She really needed to stop calling him that in her mind, but she couldn't stop... She needed to tell him that she was human. So, she looked after a pen, but couldn't find any in the mess of the bedroom.

When her owner came back, she was cleaning the room.

"That's nice that you clean! I like that!"

Goddammit, what am I doing? He should clean his mess! She silently mumbled.

"You should do that for the whole apartment!" The man added.

Aaaah fuck he's right, I really should take care of the place. He asked me, and it's not that big!

The pleasure of obeying him was as strong as her need to obey him. And so, she started cleaning and order things. He also made her learn cooking, so she could make him good meals.

As time passed, and him fucking her any time he wanted, Jane's old life started to feel more and more distant and uninteresting. Why being a nurse when she could just keep an apartment tidy, clean clothes, cook, and get rewarded by amazing sex.

Jane was a sex bot, humanity was too alienating and stressful. After forty years, her past life was a distant memory anyway.

Her owner was getting old and even after his retirement, he had less energy to take care of her... needs. Jane made sure that no woman could compare to her, so he doesn't forget about her. So, he stayed only with her until then.

"You've been more than a doll for me, Jane." He told her one day. "But I wonder what will happen to you when I'll die."

Jane didn't think about that, but it was true that he didn't grow younger and at some point, he was just mortal. Still, the doll just wanted to feel his cock a bit more. She took the initiative to take off his clothes, he allowed her, and smiled.

"Maybe I should have paid for the voice module."

She shook her head, there was no point for her to talk, she had nothing to say.

Getting behind her, he lifted her dress, grabbed her ass and pushed his cock deep in her pussy. The pleasure never wore down, it was still as amazing as the first day. Jane enjoyed in silence the pleasure of getting fucked from behind. Pussy or ass, it didn't matter, the pleasure was all the same. Her back door had no other use than to fit a cock in, anyway.

Time passed and owners changed, but she remained unchanged except for new hairs to fit more the taste of her new owners. She never felt pain, never felt fatigue, only enjoyed pleasure. Some men treated her like a fucktoy, other almost like a person, it didn't matter in the end, they were fleeting being giving her what she needed.

Jane saw societies rise and fall, her status going from almost citizen to illegal, yet, she passed through all that and even reached the stars.

What happened to her in the end, is not important, even during the IA rise, she stayed a good fuck toy and took pleasure in the hands of her owners.