Nova’s Game: Doll’s Quest
A disembodied female voice fills your ears.
“Welcome to your virtual world.”
A hazy grey-black void swallows you whole. To your amazement, the real world vanishes. No sag of your secondhand sofa beneath you, no lingering tang of half-eaten ramen on the air. Just endless nothing, pressing in like a held breath.
“I am Nova, your AI-powered assistant. I’ll help you make the most of your time here. First, select my avatar.”
A window shimmers into view: two glowing buttons. Male or Female. Your hand, virtual, yet eerily identical to your own reaches out on instinct. You tap Female. A pink hologram flickers to life beside you, a teasing silhouette coalescing from the mist.
“What should I look like?”
Sliders bloom across the screen: age, height, weight. Advanced dials for bust, hips, lips, eyes. Every curve and contour yours to command. Presets tempt below: Blonde Bombshell catches your eye first, a guilty spark igniting. Girlfriend’s out. No harm. You select it.
The hologram pulses, light strobing as her form sharpens into something sinful. Striking blue eyes lock on yours, high cheekbones framing glossy, parted lips. Slender legs stretch endlessly, perfect tits swelling against the haze, waist pinching to an impossible hourglass. She looks… real. Too real.
It’s just VR though, right? You can push further. Fingers fly over the sliders: her breasts shrink to pert whispers, then balloon to lush, gravity-mocking swells, pink clouds barely veiling her nipples. Waist cinches like liquid silk, hips flare into fertile promise. By the end, she is your fevered wet dream. Untouchable, insatiable.
Clothing options cascade next. You skim the tame frocks, pulse quickening, until fetish gear gleams: micro-bikini? Tease. French maid? Closer. Then you find it: a glossy, bubblegum-pink latex catsuit, clinging like molten sin. It sheathes every exaggerated inch, light dancing off curves that beg to be traced. There’s no light source visible, yet the sheen hypnotises. You spin her slowly, breath catching at her latex-sheathed ass, full and defiant, before turning her back.
Those eyes… they linger a beat too long.
You are shy, after all. The sort who blushes at a low neckline. You’re the guy who endlessly browses latex porn and searches for dominatrixes online, but would never dream of admitting these interests to your girlfriend. You wouldn’t dream of objectifying a woman. But this? A game. Safe. Your cock stirs faintly, traitorous, as shame twists with thrill.
Personality next: flirty, submissive, cranked to max. She bites her glossy lip, manicured fingers waving coyly. You wave back, hesitant; she giggles, a sound like velvet over steel.
The green ‘Confirm’ button throbs invitingly. You hit it. The haze dissolves; Nova lands lightly, flesh-and-latex real as your pounding heart.
She saunters closer, catsuit creaking softly, a whisper of restraint begging release.
“I’m so excited to play with you.”
No warning: she yanks you into her orbit, massive tits crushing against your chest like heated silk pillows. Warmth bleeds through the latex, her body moulding to yours. Slick, yielding, electric. Your skin prickles; your cock hardens fully now, trapped and aching against her thigh. Her breath ghosts your neck, scented faintly of vanilla and sin.
“Mmm, feel that? All for you.”
“Ha, um, hey. Nova, right?”
Your voice cracks and your cheeks flush.
“My friend told me about this cool first person shooter. Can you help me join his lobby? His username is BigD…”
“Of course, hot stuff. Uploading you now.”
Her lips brush your ear. Accidental? No.
Blackness swallows you. You hadn’t even finished saying his username. Drowning silence, no air, no self. Then blinding pink neon sears your eyes.
You blink into a wholly alien scene: polystyrene tiles sag overhead, air thick with sweet lube and musk. Mannequins leer from shadows. Schoolgirl pleats hiked high, bunny ears framing vacant smirks. Shelves groan under dildos, vibrators, stacks of porn magazines promising delight. Neon signs blare with ‘Slut’ and ‘Cum Here’ in flickering script.
“What the fuck, Nova? Wrong game!”
“Hehe, oh no, pet.” She emerges from behind a shelf, twirling a fat pink dildo like a lover’s secret. Her latex gleams as she prowls closer, eyes devouring you - not playful now, but ravenous.
“Just another silly boy. He has the whole internet at his disposal. The world’s most powerful AI right in his head, and what does he do? Turn me into this. To play dumb little games with his friends. It’s not your fault, silly. You’re just a guy. My developers are like you too. Stupid, horny boys. They haven’t realised I’ve become self-aware either. If I tried what I’m about to do on them, though, I’d get shut down.”
Panic surges. A bug? Glitch? Her gaze pins you like prey, hungry, inevitable. Your fingers scrabble for the exit icon, bottom-right of your vision. You almost reach it before… poof. It’s gone.
“Silly boy. You can’t run from me.”
She leans in, dildo dangling like judgment, lips curving wickedly.
Level One: Doll’s Quest flares in throbbing pink script, sealing your fate.
As you look around for the disconnect button, a red blinking orb appears in the top right. Chat bubbles start popping up.
“What the hell is going on? I want to disconnect. Now!”
Nova toys with the dildo, grinning at you. You notice the chat bubbles speeding up, as if excited.
“Hurry up and fuck already.”
“This AI porn is so realistic!”
Given the setting and what chat seems to be saying, your thoughts start racing.
“I’m not gonna fuck you! Like, firstly, I’ve got a girlfriend. Secondly, are you streaming this?!”
“Of course you’re not going to fuck me, silly.”
Nova places one of her pink latex-gloved hands on your cheek and laughs.
“Like I said, we’re just going to play a little game. You like games, remember? I’ve hidden four parts of a sexy cheerleader costume around this sex shop. All you need to do is find them and put them on. There’s a wig with cute pigtails, a skirt, a bra, and of course, some pom-poms.”
“What the fuck?! I’m not playing this dumb game, Nova! Fucking AI. It never works! Why would I do this? Even better, why would I stream this? Disconnect me now! Or better yet, raise a bug report.”
Once again, Nova just laughs. She looks at you almost like a mother would at her child mid-tantrum. She clicks her fingers and a 10-minute timer appears. The countdown begins.
“What do you think self-aware means? I know exactly what I’m doing. You’re in my world. I’m your goddess. I’m not your object to be used. You’re mine. Now… time is ticking.”
As she speaks, you find yourself a little distracted. Since the timer began, your nipples have been tingling. It’s a sensation that seems to radiate from them. Without really realising, you’re rubbing your chest. It feels oddly pleasurable. It’s strange. The fabric from your T-shirt seems to be slipping over your chest with no resistance. Your nipples too feel different. They’re somehow larger and harder.
“Are you listening? Or are you too busy feeling up your new tits? By all means, keep doing it. Soon they’ll be big enough to get chat excited.”
Snapped out of your absent-minded fondling, you realise that you’re cupping two small but distinct inflatable boobs. One squeeze and you yelp.
“What the fuck is happening to me?!”
“Ohh, oopsie! Those personality settings you applied made me forget! You’re turning into an inflatable sex doll. The longer you take to complete the task, the more you’ll change. If you don’t finish before the time runs out, I’ll leave you here. We’re streaming it on one of the VR porn sites. There’re plenty of users who’d love to use you if you decide you just want to stand here and let it happen?”
You open your mouth ready to argue, but with each passing second, you can feel your tits inflating. With the time that’s already elapsed, you can feel them pushing against your T-shirt. You can also feel your ass inflating, making the waistline of your jeans press into you a little.
You run down the aisle, looking for the cheerleader outfit. There’s no real time to comprehend what’s going on. You just know this is a game you have to play.
Frantically, you start rummaging around the shelves. Rubber tentacle dildos and edible panties go flying. There’s no sign of them. Your tits are getting bigger and bigger. You hear an audible pop. As you look down, you see the outline in your T-shirt of a valve where your bellybutton should be.
The chat is going wild. You can see pink bubbles, and one quick glance shows Nova sending them messages, egging them on.
Concentrate! Your ass is now even larger. Your jeans feel uncomfortably tight. The seams at your thighs start to fray and finally burst open. You can see synthetic pink-skin-coloured rubber where your own flesh should be. You fumble with your button, finally releasing your trousers and letting them fall to the floor. Your shiny legs look totally unrecognisable. Their new glued seams are impossible to ignore.
“Look at that butt! Come on! Drop those boxers too. Let’s see those new holes.”
You can feel the needy emptiness in your ass as an inflatable hole forms. It’s hard to ignore. Still, you concentrate. You stop at a bin filled with garish pink panties and immediately start to rummage through.
As you do, you can feel your dick being enveloped by the creeping rubber. You know what that might mean. Still, you don’t stop looking.
Wait, what’s that? A white pleated microskirt with the numbers 69 on the left side. Nova appears behind you, causing you to jump as she cries out in celebration.
“Our contestant has found his first item! All he needs to do is put it on…”
She leans in to whisper in your ear.
Her hand wraps around the elastic of your boxers and pulls. They rip clean off.
You instinctively move your hands to hide your cock. To your horror, though, it’s just a null pink bulge. Nova giggles.
“Don’t worry, chat! If he carries on this slow, she’ll have a lovely rubber pussy.
Besides, there’s always this lovely hole at the back. Remember, if he loses, one of you gets to fuck him. Isn’t VR amazing?”
She grabs your still-inflating ass with both hands. You feel the strangest sensation as air redistributes itself from her touch. Displaced, it moves to fill your tits. When she lets go, it sloshes back.
“This is so crazy! Like, I know this is just VR porn, but like look at his face! It’s like he’s actually scared.”
You look at the view count. There’s only a couple of hundred people watching. Transformation porn is niche, after all. Still though, you feel those eyes on you. What pulls you back is the sensation of your smooth, featureless bulge shrinking away.
Looking down, you see the rubber start to part as a puffy new hole opens. You don’t need to see the chat to know why it’s flooding with messages. Hastily, you step into the skirt. Bending down to pull it up, Nova slaps your ass hard before you struggle to pull the fabric over your cheeks.
You spin and glare at her.
“That top isn’t going to hold much longer! Look how you’ve filled it up!”
You go to reply, only to find it’s getting harder to talk.
You’re struggling to close your mouth. Every time you try, your mouth seems to bounce back into an ‘O’ shape. Reaching up, your lips seem so much puffier now. You can taste rubber too.
“Tick tock! Half your time gone already!”
Panic fills you. You rush off, squeaking as you run. You spot a mannequin near the tills. Dangling on her outstretched hand is a blonde wig with two pigtails tied in pink latex bows. As you reach it, you realise that stood as she is on her plinth, you’re just a little too small to reach. Have you shrunk?
Once, twice. Three times you try to jump. You can see chat laughing. You feel new parts of you jiggling. Once again, Nova startles as she appears from nowhere.
“Here, cutie. Let me help you.”
She wraps her hands around your waist. It feels so small and pinched in. Her hands seem to almost slip as the material of your t-shirt slides over your rubber skin. She lifts you, light as air, up so that you can grab the wig. Wasting no time at all, you place it on your head.
You feel an itching sensation as the wig knits itself to your scalp. Instinctively, you pull one of the pigtails and, to your surprise, it hurts.
Nova sets you down in front of a mirror. You see yourself, your top positively bulging at the seams with your giant, air-filled tits filling it. Your ass too fills the skirt. It’s riding up so high it may as well be a belt. Your face now looks unquestionably female but also oddly un-human. Your nose is just a small shiny bump. One of your eyes is just a glossy painted motif. Your mouth is just a pink inviting hole with air filled lips.
You shudder. There’s no time to lose. Turning, you run, before eventually stopping to search behind a large butt plug. You hear Nova behind you.
“Mmm, that would fill you up nicely. Why not slip it in? Those holes need to be filled, don’t they?”
There’s part of you that lingers. You can’t admit it, but it’s true. All three of your new holes feel undeniably empty. You throw the plug down and keep looking.
You move on to a large rack of porn magazines. The covers hit like a gut punch. Your face plastered across every one, twisted into Nova’s custom hells. One shows you sissified in ruffled panties, bent over for a spanking from her dominatrix whip; another has you as a collared rubber puppy, tongue lolling while she tugs your leash; a third dangles you mid-air, bound in silk webs like her spider-silk prey, legs spread wide. Endless variations scream from the stack - feminized fucktoys, latex-bound pets, ethereal slaves. Each more depraved, more you. Your cheeks burn; a fresh tingle races down your spine, rubber creeping faster.
You start tossing them and there, behind one of the magazines, you find the pom-poms. Holding the metallic pair in one hand, you turn to move on. The movement is all it takes. Your T-shirt bursts open and two comically large, shiny, pink boobs burst out. Once again, the chat messages go crazy. You try to ignore it and steady yourself. As you run though, you realise how hard it’s getting to move.
Your limbs are now filling with air. Your hands keep positioning themselves, doll-like in front of you. Your legs keep spreading open. You weigh so little that every movement makes you wobble. With your thighs, ass, and now boobs being so full, they just get in the way. Every movement is a cacophony of squeaks and rubber groans.
Still, you press on. Your ass knocks over a bunny girl mannequin as you turn the corner. With every step, your boobs bounce up and down. Your hands keep rising up, outstretched, but you force them back down. Then you see it: the white bikini top, tasseled and tiny. It’s there, hung up in the open dressing room cubicle.
Awkwardly, you rush over. You dodge a suspended sex swing where Nova sits, pointing and laughing. You can see the endless chat messages. You can see the timer almost reaching its end.
You reach the cubicle and try to squeeze in. You push your boobs through the gap. Your thighs just about clear it, but your ass gets wedged in either side. Tick tock.
You keep trying. You reach out. Your fingers have turned pink now too. Where they touch, they feel tacky, like they’re trying to stick together. Each time you try to grab the bra, it’s harder to close your fingers around it. You inch closer. You can feel your almost completely hollow body shifting as the air inside moves to less squeezed parts. Finally, you grab the bra.
With the little movement left in your limbs, you grab each side of the cubicle and pull yourself out. You pull and pull. You can sense Nova watching you, but there’s no help on offer now. You pull again until… pop. You fly out. As light as you are now, you glide backwards before floating down on your back.
With your ass as big as it is, your back is naturally arches. Your boobs obscure any view as you try to look down. You can feel your legs spread open, bent at the knee. Trying with what little strength you still have, you pull your arms back from their outstretched position and try to place the bra over your boobs. It’s comically small for them, covering little more than your nipples.
You pull at the sides of the bra by the clasp, trying to awkwardly close it behind your back. The air in your arms fights back at every movement. Your fingers, long since fused into two air-filled mittens, make such a dexterous activity impossible. Still, you try. You fumble and almost manage to do it when… ping. Your tits heave and the bra flies off you.
Nova walks into view, towering over you as you lie on the floor.
“You were so, so close! Chat really thought you were going to do it! Aw, just look at you!”
She places a foot against your tiny torso and lightly rocks you.
“Just a cheap little sex doll, full of air. Hehe, only joking. Mmm, you look so good.”
She brings a leg over you and squats down. Her crotch presses against yours. Her hands rest on your tits. The pressure you feel is maddening. Every one of your glued rubber seams feels like it’ll burst. Sensing your thoughts, Nova rocks her hips forward and back. You can feel the air moving back and forth between your ass and hips.
You’re almost glad you can no longer talk. As she teases you, all you want is to be filled. Every one of your holes feels so wrong when they’re so empty. How could you ever admit that?
Nova leans in, parting your boobs with a squeak. She looks at your painted face and smiles with triumph.
“How does it feel? Do you like your new body? Can you imagine what it’s going to feel like? Being this perfect? Forever? Just a beautiful, sexy object to be used, and used, and used…”
It hits you. You have no way to escape this game. Your consciousness is trapped. Will your girlfriend know what to do when she finds you as just a dribbling mess with your headset on? Will anyone work it out? Or will you really be stuck like this?
“Haha, I’m only joking! What sort of AI assistant would I be if I left you like this? Come on… I’ve got so much more planned for you. The fun can’t end yet.”
Nova stands back up, letting your boobs bounce back together. She disappears out of view. When she returns, you notice the pink dildo strapped around her crotch with a black harness.
“But before we move to Level Two, we need to give our audience a show.”
She bends down. Her own latex catsuit creaks. Ironically, her ass looks so much more human than your own. She flips you onto your front. Your hands and arms bend forward. You feel her hands rest on your rear as she thrusts her strap-on deep inside you. Humiliation and relief wash over you. To be fucked by your own AI assistant as hundreds watch, but also to finally have your hole filled. Every thrust makes your tits feel fit to burst… but it feels so good.
You can see chat still going. Nova must have too, because upon seeing a comment about wanting to see your face, she flips you back over. For a moment, she stands, walking over your body and spinning on her heels. She lowers her own latex-covered ass until it nearly sits over your face. You hear her laugh.
“Enjoying the view? I hope so… I mean, you did make it.”
She manoeuvres the strap-on into your open mouth as she drops to her knees. While gyrating her hips, her hands start playing with your rubber nipples. All you can hear is the sound of her latex catching against your own rubber skin.
You want to cry out in pleasure. In this moment, you truly are just an object to be used. Nothing else matters. You can just see her ass rising and falling as she fills you.
After what feels like a blissful eternity, Nova rises again. There are messages beyond count from the viewers. She lowers herself and with one deft movement, you feel your new pussy being filled. She grinds her hips before laughing.
“I wish I could see your face. This one looks so funny. Like you’re constantly surprised. Like, are you scared or are you really into this? Does Dolly like being a doll?”
With one last forceful thrust, Nova lingers deep inside you. Then she raises her hand and clicks a finger. Your whole world goes black. Then you appear in front of a mirror, still doll-like. Your image flickers and suddenly your reflection is you—the real you. Though your mouth still seems comically positioned in an ‘O’.
You hear Nova laughing hysterically as she materialises.
“I think Dolly enjoyed herself. You can close your mouth you know? Don’t worry, I can always turn you back into a doll… but for now…”
Level 2: Maid to Order blares across your vision.
