Highway Rubbery

"You seemed like such a nice guy, but now I see you for what you really are. From now on, everyone will know just how fake you are from the moment they first meet you."

James didn't know what Rebecca was talking about. He hadn't led her on, or even said that he'd go on another date with her. He wasn't 'fake', he was as real as he could get. Wasn't he?

Something felt different. James wasn't sure what. He stood up and looked himself over. At first, he couldn't see anything, but then he noticed. His skin looked all wrong. He touched himself, and it felt like he was wearing rubber gloves. Wait. That was it. His whole body looked like he was rubber. He even checked inside his pants, and saw his dick pointing down his pant leg. He didn't feel hard, though. He pulled down his pants, and a large, hard rubber dildo sprang up! James opened his mouth in shock, and something about that felt right to him.

Fuck. He realized what was going on. He was a living sex doll! His phone buzzed again.

"I added second part to your curse. People treat having sex with you the same way they would masturbation, which means that anyone will feel fine using you whenever they're horny enough. Enjoy getting all the sex you want but never being able to feel it again."