Shannon and Paul (M/f)
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Part 6 – An ecstasy unbecoming
Paul reaches for her across the table, fingers closing around her entire torso with casual certainty. No asking. No hesitation. He lifts her like the treasured object she has become and carries her to the living room couch. The motion sends a warm, liquid rush through her silicone core—weightless, arranged, his.
He sits, spreads his thighs, and places her between them on the cushion. From this angle he is a mountain of warm skin and hard muscle. His cock stands thick and heavy, already flushed dark with want. Shannon feels no fear, only a deep, surrendering click inside my chest. This is what I was made for.
He peels the emerald dress off her with two fingers, careful not to snag the fabric, then sets the tiny garment aside like folding a handkerchief. Naked, Shannon is exquisite, plush breasts high and round, waist dramatically nipped, hips and ass padded into perfect fuckable curves. Her skin is impossibly soft silicone, warm and yielding yet seamless, resilient. Painted eyes stay wide and glassy. Glossy rose lips parted in permanent invitation.
Paul’s hand cups her whole body, thumb stroking between her legs until she’s slick and open. The pressure is enormous and perfect. He doesn’t speak much. He simply uses her.
He lays her on her back along the length of his thigh, spreads Shanon’s tiny legs with one finger, and presses the broad head of his cock against her entrance. The size difference is obscene. She should tear. Instead her doll cunt stretches luxuriously around him, soft walls hugging every inch as he sinks in slow and deep. The fullness is shattering—every ridge and vein dragging against hyper-sensitive silicone nerves. Pleasure explodes through Shannon’s mind, clean and overwhelming, wiping away every old insecurity in a white-hot wave.
He groans, low and satisfied, the sound vibrating through her whole body. “So fucking tight… perfect little thing.”
He fucks her like a man enjoying his favorite toy. Steady, possessive strokes that threaten to pull Shannon from his strong grip around her. Her limbs flop bonelessly; her head lolls. she makes no effort to move. She doesn’t need to. He holds her, positions her, uses her exactly how he wants, turning Shannon onto her stomach, one finger her tiny waist while the others steady her shoulders, driving himself deeper. The slap of his skin against her soft, resilient ass is loud in the quiet room. Each impact sends jolts of pure bliss through her fading mind.
Shannon comes first, hard, wordless, her whole miniature body seizing around him in rhythmic, helpless pulses. He keeps going, rougher now, confident she can take it. Her silicone form yields and rebounds, indestructible and eager. A second orgasm crashes through her along the way, sharper, deeper, until she is floating somewhere above the scene, watching a beautiful tiny sex doll get thoroughly, lovingly used by the man who owns her.
Paul’s rhythm falters. He growls her name, one last time, and buries himself to the hilt, pulsing hot and thick inside her. The feeling of being filled, claimed, completed is the last coherent thought Shannon has left.
Afterward he stays inside her for a long moment, breathing heavy, thumb idly stroking my back like polishing a favorite figurine. Then he eases out, a trickle of his release leaking down her thighs. He carries her to the bathroom sink, runs warm water, and washes her with the same gentle thoroughness he might clean any delicate possession, careful between my legs, over her breasts, rinsing away evidence of use. No words. No afterglow cuddling. Just efficient, affectionate maintenance.
He dries her with a soft cloth, slips the emerald dress back onto Shannon’s motionless form, and sets her on the nightstand beside his bed where he turns over and falls instantly to sleep.
Over the following days the distance widens. Shanon speaks less. Her voice grows smaller, tinkling, then silent. Paul still talks to her sometimes, soft endearments, practical updates, but the replies never come. One morning he looks at the spot where she used to sit and simply continues his routine, as if the absence of conversation has always been this way. The doll on the shelf above the nightstand never minds. Dolls don’t need to talk.
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Epilogue - Of all the possibilities, this one
A new woman steps into the apartment a few weeks later—tall, confident, with the kind of effortless beauty Shannon once tortured herself trying to become. Long legs, luminous skin, easy laugh. She is everything the old Shannon wanted to be and never could.
Paul greets her warmly, kisses her cheek, then her mouth when she leans in. They talk on the couch. She asks, gently, about the ex he mentioned once.
Paul shrugs, a little sad but not bitter. “Shannon? We had our moments. Fought sometimes, sure. But she wasn’t a bad person. Things just… drifted. She pulled away slowly. Sometimes that happens.” He doesn’t elaborate. There’s nothing to hold against her, nothing to forgive. She simply became smaller in his life until she fit neatly on the shelf with the rest of his memories.
They move to the bedroom. Clothes come off. The new woman is gorgeous naked, exactly the fantasy Shannon once chased. She rides Paul with joyful abandon, moaning loud and free. Paul’s hands grip her hips the way they once gripped someone else’s, his groans deep and satisfied.
On the shelf above the nightstand, a doll in an emerald prom dress sits perfectly posed, glossy lips curved in a faint, unchanging smile. Painted eyes watch without blinking.
Shannon would have been sick with jealousy, but dolls don’t get jealous.
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Stand up Shannon! Doll or not you better stand up and get your man
fantastic story btw thank you for sharing -
Thank you. I’m glad you were able to get invested in Shannon’s POV. That’s what makes stories special.
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@xformbob Amazing story! When you write a story, how do you imagine your story and characters in your mind? Can you tell me?
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@Marry Thank you for your kind words. It means a lot when a story connects with someone.
I want to say something profound here, but short stories in particular are more forgiving. I never have to put the characters in situations where I don’t know how they will react because the story isn’t long enough to explore potentially unpredictable interactions.
So, when I chose someone (invent a character) to play a role in a short story they can completely commit to the part.
I’ll confess that as a man, I struggle writing women, but especially in naughty stories because I hesitate to “speak for them.” Funny, a fetish that is at least related to dom/sub stuff, psychologically speaking, and yet I don’t want to control a fictional character.
The irony is delicious.
I’ve never written a full novel, but I suspect the one thing that might carry me through if I ever did comes out of that irony, that I care too much about the characters to have them violate themselves for the sake of some contrivance of plot.
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@xformbob Honestly, I really respect that approach. The fact that you care so much about whether a character’s actions feel true to who they are probably explains why your stories feel believable, even in unusual situations.
And I actually think that hesitation about “speaking for” characters, especially women, can sometimes make the writing stronger because it shows you’re thinking about their perspective instead of forcing them into the plot.
The irony you mentioned is kind of fascinating too
caring too much about the characters to make them violate themselves for the sake of convenience probably means you’d write a really character-driven longer story if you ever decided to try one.Now I’m genuinely curious, have you ever had a character surprise you while writing like you planned for them to react one way, but once you started writing, it suddenly felt wrong for them?
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@Marry It used to happen quite a bit when I first started writing stories. I don’t want to act like I’m an expert, but in my experience, there’s a little “pop” people get early on from having a specific person they want to put in their story.
It could be someone famous, or a thinly disguised famous person, or perhaps someone they know in real life or their idealized version of a crush from school or work…
The thing is you want to put that specific person who already exists into a story and experience them (or force them to experience something) in that context. But that “pop” doesn’t last for me, nor do I find it ultimately satisfying, precisely because they don’t really fit.
Rather, if I have a story and want to explore specific themes or settings I “cast” the right person for the role. For example, another fetish I like is flattening. If I have this idea for an industrial factory where a woman gets caught in a machine and “cartoon style” gets flattened into a poster or something, I don’t have Sabrina Carpenter or my college roommates ex-girlfriend randomly visiting the factory.
I “cast” a working class woman wh’s making a hard but satisfying living there falling into the machine when she’s trying to save a coworker or maybe a coworker makes a mistake and she pays the price. That sort of stuff has emotional stakes. Sure, the foreman’s slutty girlfriend that hates his “messy” job might also be an interesting counterpoint, but you might find that at certain points in the story the very juxtaposition pushes you out of the moment, or you are forced to make them act not like themselves just because you want them to act a specific way at a specific moment… rather than having cast someone in the first place who “fits.”
Look, people can read my stories and think I’m not a very good writer because they see the flaws that are certainly there. This is fetish content and some people read a story looking for their favorite “hooks” that excite and satisfy them. I might not provide the right ingredients in the meal I’m serving. Or the pacing might not be to their liking. etc
But the reason I’m writing long replies to you and acting like know what I’m talking about (when I might not) is because you just happened to ask me about something that matters a lot to me and I’ve thought a lot about.
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@xformbob I really appreciate you taking the time to explain all of that it actually gives a lot of insight into how you think about writing and characters. The “casting” approach makes a lot of sense, especially when you want the story to stay emotionally consistent and grounded in its own world.
You clearly put a lot of thought into your process, even if you feel unsure about it sometimes.
By the way, I was wondering where can I read your stories? Do you have a platform or archive where you share them?
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@Marry Alas, all my old stories (and countless images) are gone unless you found some archive of message boards a long time ago or of my old deleted accounts on DeviantArt.
Like some other people in this fetish community, I am protective of my anonymity. And every few years, I pack everything up and disappear for a while because I’m concerned that I’ve become to complacent with exposing myself and breaking that wall.
But, if you like what I write, I have several more in various stages of development that I’ll probably post here over the next few weeks. I don’t know how many people hang out at “Daddy’s Dollhouse” (it looks like the last surge of activity was around the holidays last year). But maybe if I post, others will become more engaged.
This stuff gets like 4 views over on DA even though there are theoretically a couple hundred people who have some interest in this fetish and an account there. That’s depressing.
I have woken up from my intermittent hibernation and expect I’ll have an extended creative phase again. We’ll see how long it lasts.
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@xformbob I’m really sorry to hear that your stories and work got lost from DA. I can relate to that in a way my 15-year-old account was also hacked, and after that I just lost motivation to keep working on DeviantArt for a while. But honestly, I really want to read your stories, and I’m getting pretty curious now
I feel like I can’t really wait anymore. Also, I’ve really enjoyed talking with you and learning about your creative process it genuinely makes me want to see more of your work.Do you have any social platform like Discord or email where we could continue talking? We could discuss ideas there more easily. I’d really like to stay in touch and see your creativity properly.
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@Marry The reason I disappear every so often is because I’m often not careful enough to manage my anonymity online. I’ll need to think about whether I can safely make a Discord account, DeviantArt, or something else. Ask me again in a couple of weeks. At least I’m here now.
Do you still have a portfolio online now that your DA account is gone?
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@xformbob My DeviantArt account is gone now, but I still have my official SFW page. I don’t post NSFW there because, as you know, not everyone wants to see that kind of content.
This is my SFW portfolio feel free to check it out and let me know your feedback.
If you want to see my NSFW work (including vore, foot fetish, and even more extreme stuff), just email me and I’ll share it with you privately.Facebook: https://facebook.com/mfmdesignn
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/mfm._.designs/
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@Marry I respect that you’ve been able to make a living with your art. That’s a tough path since you have to be good at both art and at business. These days it is hard for any creative person to stand out and keep the requests coming in and going out on time.
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