Downloading a Streamer: Part 2, Roleplaying

Not long after being used by Jason’s girlfriend as a dildo, Abby Berner found herself transformed back into an inflated sex doll. Turns out that Jason had a much higher libido than his girlfriend, whose name Abby learned was Samantha, and needed relief quite often. Almost every night, he would pull Abby out of the closet and have his way with her. And every time, he would deposit his load into her without cleaning her up.

Despite not having any say in how or when she was used, it felt good, her inflated sexual organs closely imitating the real thing. Though, like a typical man, Jason climaxed way too quickly to bring Abby any kind of satisfaction. It added frustration to the list of unpleasant sensations she felt.

Days of this went by, Jason visiting her often and leaving her more full of his cum each time. Every now and again, Abby would hear Samantha’s voice coming from the bedroom. She visited often, giving Abby a reprieve when she did.

More than two weeks after she first found herself at Jason’s whim, the closet door opened. Abby was fully expecting another less-than-satisfactory encounter, but instead realized that it was Samantha. She sighed and smiled a small, lopsided smile upon seeing Abby’s naked form laying on the floor.

“Well if it isn’t the ‘other girl,’” she said aloud in a playful tone, one that wasn’t angry or jealous like the words suggested. A spike of hope shot through Abby, hoping that she would recognize that she was a real person and would put an end to this nightmare.

But alas, there was no recognition in the other girl’s voice. She approached Abby a few steps and then her expression changed to one bordering on disgust.

“Oh damn, when was the last time he cleaned you?” She asked, lifting Abby by the hips and looking at her closely. Abby wilted under her scrutiny, humiliated at being seen naked like this, and wondering what it was about her appearance gave Samantha reason to make that statement.

Abby was carried into the bathroom and over to the tub, where Samantha turned the water on. She looked over Abby for a moment, as if unsure how to proceed. But then she seemed to have an idea and flipped the inflated woman over and took a hold of the inflation valve on the back of her neck. She popped it open and let some air out, allowing Abby to deflate about halfway before Samantha closed the valve again.

Before Abby could come to terms with her new form, Samantha rolled her back over and started working her hands into her hips. Abby was overcome with an odd, uncomfortable arousal as Samantha turned her vagina inside out.

Abby’s breath metaphorically caught in her throat, the feeling of her sex being out in the open air was hard to reconcile. Though almost immediately Samantha moved Abby's hips under the faucet. The warm water hit Abby’s inside-out pussy and nearly sent her over the edge immediately. It was by far the strangest thing she had ever experienced, but was intensely arousing at the same time. And it only got more overwhelming once Samantha started working her hands over the protrusion, breaking up the crusty cum and allowing it to wash away.

But then, before Abby reached that blissful peak, Samantha stopped. Abby practically shouted in her mind, the disappointment and sexual frustration taking over her entire consciousness. After the initial shock wore off, a deep-seated feeling of shame washed over her. Here she was, used as nothing but a fuck-doll and she was complaining about not having enough action.

As she was thinking this, an entirely different thought was running through Samantha’s head. Her hands played across Abby’s half-inflated body, an idea crossing her mind. Samantha turned her over and ran her fingers down Abby’s back, starting at the air valve at her neck. Then, without warning, Samantha tossed Abby up over the shower curtain rack and left her to hang there and drip-dry. 

Hours went by in darkness, but then, long after she had completely dried, Abby heard voices from the bedroom.

“I had a surprise for you,” Samantha was saying. “Stay right here and get naked for me…”

“Oh, sounds like fun,” Jason responded with a smile in his voice.

The door pushed open and Samantha, naked as the day she was born, walked in. Pushing the door closed behind her, she stepped over the sink and came back with a pair of hair styling shears. Abby didn’t like where this was going, but there was nothing she could do. Samantha pulled her down from the shower curtain rod and laid her, face down, on the counter. Abby felt the scissors on her neck, cutting a hole just below the air valve. She screamed in her mind, but soon realized that it didn’t hurt at all.

Abby’s mind was spinning, wondering what the hell was happening as Samantha cut a slit down from her neck and to the center of her back. Then the shears clattered against the counter next to her and Samanta lifted Abby up off the counter and lowered her toward the ground.

Abby felt something pressing into her back through the slit. It took her a moment, but she realized what it was: It was Samantha’s foot! This woman was putting her on like a skin suit! What followed was a flurry of struggling and stretching as Samantha forced her legs down into Abby until she wore her like a second skin. There was a momentary pause as Samatha got situated before her hands started working them their way into Abby’s body. 

It was like nothing Abby had ever felt before. There was a pressure on her from the inside, stretching her skin, her entire body. Her feet and legs were moving like when she was human, but it was completely out of her control. She felt everything, the cold tiles below her feet, the bump as Samantha’s knee gently bounced off the wall. And then her arms were moving too, Samantha’s fingers working inside until they were perfectly aligned.

Abby could feel it all, but could barely see anything, her deflated head hanging down against her own chest, filled out by Samantha’s warm, smooth skin. There came another pause where Samantha brought the scissors to Abby’s face and put more cuts in her plastic flesh, one to open her mouth, two for her nose, and the final two on her eyes. Despite the fact that her body was splitting under the scissors, Abby felt fine, and could still see everything.

Then it happened, Samantha struggled to get her head inside of Abby, and finally succeeded. Both women looked in the mirror to see the final result. Abby was shocked, a chill running down her spine. It looked just like herself! The weird magic of her transformation allowed for her flattened form to adhere to Samantha perfectly. It was like she was looking at herself in the mirror, but her movements were under someone else’s control.

The only real difference was her hair, which had been transformed into plastic with the rest of her body and gave this facsimile of herself an odd look, like she was wearing a bald cap printed with the color and texture of her actual hair. 

Samantha smiled through her, and Abby felt her body moving with the other woman’s lips. She watched as her own body ran its hands up and down herself as the woman inside of her admired the effect of her efforts. Samantha chuckled as her hands slipped down to her crotch.

Samantha’s fingers slipped inside of herself, which had the strange effect of pressing Abby’s flattened vagina inside of her own, situating the final part of the Abby suit into perfect place. As Samantha turned to walk out of the bathroom, Abby could barely keep up with the sensations. Her body moving in this way was mind-bending. It was basic, simple and familiar, but the fact that she couldn’t anticipate the next movement put her on edge.

As they entered the bedroom, Jason shot up on the bed, looking at them with a panicked look on his face. He thought for a moment that Abby had regained her human form and was coming to confront him. But he paused, seeing something off about what he was looking at.

“What?” Samantha playfully teased. A chill ran through Abby as her mouth and lips followed the movement. “I figured maybe you would want to role play a bit. I know you have a little crush on Abby Berner.”

Jason smiled, now realizing what was happening. He figured whatever magic drove the app that controlled Abby’s form would be able to undo whatever damage was done to his prized possession.

“I’m just surprised to see you,” he responded, laying back on the bed, propping his top leg up to show off his hardening cock. “I didn’t expect you to stop by, Abby.” He emphasized his last word, playing into the fantasy.

“So the fit for today is my birthday suit!” Samantha said in a cutesy voice as she turned around, shaking her ample butt in the way that Abby often does in her videos. A spike of shame and anger shot through Abby as this woman imitated her own voice and movements. “And for today's workout vlog, I’m going to be doing a partner-assisted cardio exercise!”

“Alright, get over here, Abby,” Jason motioned for her to join him on the bed. Abby could tell by his expression that he was turned on, and the fact that his cock was rock-hard and staring at her certainly confirmed that suspicion.

Samantha walked over to the bed slowly, swaying her wide hips more than she needed to. Abby watched as they approached, dreading but also desperately needing what was going to happen next. She had been with Jason many times recently, but this felt so much different. Before she was just an object, unable to move or really participate. But now it felt like she was actually going to be having sex with him, even if she couldn’t control herself.

As these thoughts went through her mind, Samantha climbed onto the bed and crawled over to Jason, putting her hand on his shoulder and gently pushing him down so he was laying on the bed. Samantha threw her leg over him and Abby felt her heart skip a beat. There was a heat building up between her legs, but it was impossible to tell if it was Abby getting excited or Samantha’s arousal translating into her skinsuit.

Samantha took a hold of Jason’s cock, allowing Abby to feel the warm, veiny surface with her hand for the first time. Without any further preamble, Samantha lowered down on him, guiding his meat into herself. Abby’s own excitement allowed this to happen without resistance, sending a ripple of pleasure through her.

It was almost as if the pressure of Samantha’s pussy pressing Abby’s into Jason increased the sensations. As Samantha started working up and down on her boyfriend, Abby’s mind swam with pleasure. The lovers’ bodies writhed into each other, raising the heat trapped inside Abby, who started to feel the sweat of the other woman building up beneath her.

The feeling of being worn during this intimate act was mindblowing, like she was watching the most realistic virtual reality pornography. She felt everything, Jason’s subtle chest hair as Samantha braced herself on her chest and his hips against hers as they thrust into each other. And of course, she could feel her pussy stretching and pulsing around Jason’s cock. Like before, it was different than having sex, almost more intense.

Abby’s arousal built up, and all embarrassment or anger fell away to arousal and the desperate need to reach climax. The fact that she couldn’t control her body gave rise to a tantalizing teasing. She couldn’t move in the right ways to hit that perfect spot, and could only trust that Samantha’s movements mimicked what she herself would have done.

“But like all good workout sessions, we need to change exercises,” Samantha said, keeping up with the exercise vlog roleplay. “So the next few sets will be in the downward dog position with my partner behind me!”

Jason smiled as Samantha slid carefully off of him. They switched positions, Abby practically screaming for it to continue, to give her that extra little push over the edge. At this point, it was clear that she was more aroused than Samantha, the extra days of being used but not finished increasing her need to finally climax.

Abby watched as Samantha moved herself into position, pressing her face down into the pillow and propping her ample hips and ass up into the air. Abby shuddered as she felt Jason’s hands on her hips as he got himself into position. Samantha reached down between her legs and guided him back into her hungry slit.

Both women moaned, one aloud and one in her mind, at the feeling of his still engorged and now damp and slippery penis stretching them out. By now Jason was apparently as horny as Abby, and wasted no time at all. In just moments, he was thrusting seemingly as fast as he could, ramming himself in and out of them with an animal fury, driven by his love for his supportive girlfriend and his admiration of his favorite social media personality. The fact that Abby was actually and really there in person certainly had an effect on him.

Before long, Samantha’s grunts and moans ramped up in intensity. Abby felt her muscles convulsing around her and around Jason’s dick as the other woman screamed her way through a powerful orgasm. Abby struggled, desperately attempting to reach her own climax, though without the ability to move any part of her, there was no way she could get that extra amount of stimulation.

Jason started cursing under his breath, his own orgasm approaching. As his pace changed, betraying his climax, Abby screamed in her head, still frustrated and unsatisfied. Sure enough, she felt the familiar feeling of Jason’s load depositing in her.

Abby sobbed as Jason slowly and carefully extracted himself. Any desire to get back to her normal life was gone, any anger over being transformed like this, or any embarrassment at being used like this was gone, the only thing she wanted in that moment was satisfaction, a conclusion to her never-ending arousal. She would have given anything for it.

Oblivious to her frustration, the lovers fell down hard into the bed, laying on their back at each other’s side. Abby felt Samantha inside of her, her body slick with sweat and her chest heaving with deep breaths.

“So you want to be Abby for a little bit longer?” Jason teased through his own heavy breathing.

“If you keep fucking me like that, I’ll keep being Abby…” Samantha teased and gave him a kiss.

Abby could think of nothing more than getting her own slice of that pleasure, with a finally satisfying conclusion…