Lois Lane Is Converted Into A Living Realdoll

"You're almost perfect, dearie," Nanny said as her eyes glowed brighter. One hand still cupped the reporter's pussy, a finger pushed deep into her artificially stretched and ruined urethra. The other hand slid around to touch the back of the reporter's neck...and there was a tiny prick there, as of a hair-fine needle. "Like a doll. But we can make you a real dolly."

Then the reporter's body arched. An electric current burned between the two points of contact, and all the muscles in the reporter's body instantly contracted. The swollen breasts pushed upwards, pink nipples stiff as tiny ziggurats, and her eyes opened in a wide O of shock and surprise. Two clear tubes rose from the table and pushed themselves effortlessly into Lois Lane's ass. Within moments, a thick white fluid began to pump into the reporter's body...and from the other, a trickle of dark, black oily liquid oozed down into the depths of the table.

Then it began. Like an itch, that started in her breasts. An itch that slowly began to spread outwards...and left behind a curious sensation. Not a numbness, exactly, but some different that Lois Lane couldn't define, paralyzed as she was in Nanny's grasp.

On their screens, the viewers watched as the smooth, soft, pink skin of Lois Lane slowly changed. The bloom of life left it, and what remained look pale, soft, improbably perfect, but also definitely artificial.

AntiRedCheese: ...what am I seeing?

ToyBoy: Transmogrification! The ultimate expression of my science. Even as we speak, the nanites are hard at work, replacing each human cell with a synthetic, immortal replica based in silicone. Her human brain and neural network will be replaced with a positronic network, while her muscles and veins will be filled in, solid. When the process is complete, she will be immortal...but unable to move! Perpetually alive, aware, able to feel everything, but paralyzed for all time! The ultimate toy...to the highest bidder.

TheRealLL: IF this works. I am...moderately impressed.

ToyBoy: Still think I'm a "perverted, degenerate fuck?"

DonFalcone: Yeah, but you're a perverted, degenerate fuck after our own heart. Two million.

AntiRedCheese: Can she still get pregnant?

ToyBoy: No, the womb and ovaries are completely replaced with synthetic materials. You can cum in her as much as you'd like, but she has no eggs to ovulate, no blood vessels to nourish an embryo. Her heart will be replaced with a piezoelectric organ that will keep her brain alive and aware for centuries, however...and she will have perfect recall from this point on.

DonFalcone: One point five million.

AntiRedCheese: Three, in cryptocurrency.

TheRealLL: Six. In gold.

Lois Lane was unaware of this bidding process. She only knew that the itch grew and spread. The helpless reporter could feel it in her bones now, like she could feel the two tubes that had penetrated her body so deeply. Try as she might, Lois Lane could not move a muscle. Locked in place, her limbs refused her commands; she couldn't even blink as the itch spread over her face...down through the layers of skin and muscle, toward her waiting brain.