Human Furniture Figurine

Darian was an otaku through and through. Down to his very bones, as he had sworn somewhat dramatically to himself once upon a time in his more chuuni phase. He loved anime and manga and anime inspired video games and collecting merch and figurines. Particularly that last part.

In fact, his figurine collection numbered more than a hundred strong. He had two entire shelves dedicated to displaying all manner of anime characters posed in every which way. He also had shelves of manga and anime dvd’s and blu-ray’s, but his figurines were the true gem in his hoard, so to speak.

Some would have called it obsessive, but to him it was a way of life. It was how he expressed himself, if only to himself. He always had trouble finding his own words, but here, through the medium of dolls, he was able to build his plastic menagerie and find a beauty in that. For each time he looked at his collection he would remember a happy memory of some illusory world that the figure belonged to and his day would be that much brighter.

It was for this collection that he was braving the outside world once more. He had driven to the local mall and braved the throngs of people to find himself in the mall’s one and only anime store. It didn’t just sell anime though, and the figures were stocked pretty regularly when new ones came out. It was for just such a one, a new Cyber Battler girl that had been recently added to the newest Gacha game, that he had come there.

He walked into the store and like a bloodhound he was on the trail to the back of the store. The brightly lit premises was mostly empty this early in the morning, so he was free to peruse the shelves without being bothered by any other humans. There had been a point in time when he actively sought out other fans, but over time he had realized he preferred to keep his otaku-ness to himself. He’d have ordered this particular figurine over the web but it was out of stock and this store was his last hope of getting it in any reasonable time-frame.

It didn’t take him too long to find what he was looking for. The shop had an incentive to get their stuff sold and he was more than happy to be the lucky guy buying. He reached for the figure but before he could take it off the shelf, his hand was intercepted by something decidedly more animate.

“Hello,” a feminine voice greeted him. He had been so focused on his target that he hadn’t noticed that a woman had joined him in the back of the store. He had to do a double take not only from her unexpected presence but also just how incredibly beautiful (and busty) the girl was. She looked about his age, but her flawless skin and huge tits obviously put her way out of his league.

Seeing that he wasn’t going to say anything, she decided to speak again. “Hello. I couldn’t help but notice you were going to buy that figurine, right?”

“Uh, yeah. I mean, yes. Were you thinking about buying it too?” Darian didn’t want to give it up, considering it was the last one in stock, but for a girl this pretty, well, he’d consider it. It wasn’t every day you got to curry favor with a real live 3d girl and especially not one this gorgeous. Her latex outfit didn’t help hide anything from view either, her boobs almost bursting from the clothes with how tight they were.

She vigorously shook her head. “Oh no no no. I can’t actually buy anything, nor would I want to.” She leaned in closer, a pleasant floral scent nearly overwhelming him. “How could a figurine buy a figurine, after all?”

“Uh...” He wasn’t articulate on the best of days, and being so close to a real live woman was kind of short-circuiting his brain. “I’m sorry?

“I’m a human figurine, darling. And I was wondering if you might want to purchase me instead of this Cyber Battler figure.”

Everything ground to a halt as her words wound their way through his brain and he finally realized what was going on.

This was due to the ‘Realization’.

“Yes!” he shouted at the top of his lungs, his excitement spurring him to do something his social anxiety would have never let him do before. “Yes, a thousand times yes. How… I mean., uh, are you for sale right now, here?”

“Yes, take a look.” She motioned towards her neck and there, practically shining, was a price tag for ‘19.99’. He could do that. “But before you go ahead with the purchase, I’d recommend you giving me a whirl first. This store has a no returns policy.”

“A whirl?”

“Yes, as I’m sure you’re no doubt aware of, a figurine like me is made to be painted in cum. It’s what healthy boys like you do with their anime figures, right? So why not give me a shot and see how I look before buying.”

He… he could do that. He took out his cock and started stroking it. It was fine if he was doing it for a piece of human furniture like this. As part of the ‘Realization’, certain social mores had changed in the context of using that furniture, and public nudity was one such area. Even if another dude happened upon them, they’d understand that this was just Darian using the figurine as it was intended. It really wasn’t any different from trying out some clothes before purchasing them.

So he stroke and stroked while the human figurine watched passively. She wouldn’t do anything by herself since she was just a doll, but that was fine by him. He even liked it better that way. Yes, yes, this was perfect. They were practically made for each other.

The thought made him cum, his dick spraying all over her blue shiny body with his white sticky substance. She took it all passively, letting him soak her with his fluid.

“How do I look?” she asked, honestly looking for his opinion. “Will I fit in with your other cum-dolls?”

“I think you will. In fact, you might put all the rest of my figurines to shame. Here.” He took her hand and led her to the counter where he then proceeded to slap down a twenty (plus tax) in front of the bored looking clerk and without tarrying a moment longer, brought the two of them to his car. He placed her in the backseat like he would do with any other merchandise and drove the two of them home. To her new forever home as part of his collection.