I Faked a Doll, His Uncle Touched Me

The day I found out my boyfriend had secretly bought a life-sized silicone doll, I completely lost it. In a fit of anger, I swallowed a so-called "special formula" pill and stretched out on the bed in our rented apartment. The ad had promised it would leave my body limp and lifeless, just like one of those dolls. It wasn't lying. Every muscle went weak. I couldn't even lift a finger. Then my boyfriend's uncle, Brian Walker, came home unexpectedly. He froze when he saw me, swallowed hard, and reached toward me. The first time I spotted the doll was during a video call. I honestly thought I was seeing things. Come on. Back in college, I was the girl everyone noticed. Curves in all the right places, the kind of woman who turned heads everywhere she went. If I snapped my fingers, I'd have guys lining up to shoot their shot. So how could my boyfriend choose a silicone doll over a real, living girlfriend? I called him immediately, furious. Instead of explaining himself, he brushed me off and hung up. That pissed me off even more. I booked a flight for the day after tomorrow. If he wouldn't explain over the phone, I'd confront him face to face. While I was buying the ticket, an ad suddenly popped onto the screen. It claimed there was a new experimental pill that could relax your entire body until it felt almost identical to a silicone doll. According to the ad, it heightened every sensation and was marketed as the ultimate surprise for couples. The second I thought about that stupid doll, I clicked "Buy Now." At the same time, a very reckless idea took shape in my head. When I arrived at my boyfriend James Hall's apartment, I didn't tell him I was coming. Instead, I used the passcode he'd given me and let myself in. The moment I walked into his bedroom, there it was. The doll lay right in the middle of his bed. An image immediately flashed through my mind. James wrapped around it, treating it like it was me. The thought alone made my blood boil. Without another thought, I shoved the doll into the closet. Then I swallowed the pill and climbed onto the bed myself. Before it kicked in, I texted James. Sherry: [Come home early. I've got a surprise for you.] The medicine worked frighteningly fast. My whole body grew unbelievably sensitive. Even the slightest breeze brushing against my skin made me shiver. Heat spread through me until I couldn't stay still. I tried to help myself. The instant my fingertips barely grazed my skin, pleasure shot straight to my head and my legs started trembling. Not long after, I couldn't even raise my arms anymore. The strange tingling only became more intense. 'James... Where the hell are you?' Just as I silently complained... the front door slammed open. A man's unfamiliar voice drifted through the apartment. "James? You home? What do you want for dinner tonight?" My heart nearly stopped. Only then did I remember James wasn't living alone. He shared the apartment with his uncle, Brian. I held my breath. But it was already too late. The bedroom door opened. "Huh? James isn't here. Wait... So this is the custom doll he's always been obsessed with?" As the footsteps drew closer, I squeezed my eyes shut and stayed perfectly still. Brian had always known James owned a custom-made doll. This was just the first time he'd ever seen it up close. When he looked at my face, he stopped in surprise. "Well, damn. The kid really loves his girlfriend. He even had the doll made to look exactly like her." I swallowed nervously. It wasn't modeled after me. It was me. The next second, a rough hand rested lightly against my waist. The warmth I'd barely managed to suppress flared back to life. I'd taken off all my clothes before climbing into bed so I could pass as the doll. I could feel every place his hand brushed across. Finally, his hands rested on my breasts. Brian inhaled deeply, grabbed them firmly, and squeezed. I screamed uncontrollably inside. Beyond the pleasure, my mind was filled with nothing but shame and regret. I had initially intended to flirt with James, but now I found myself becoming the object of his uncle's advances. The drug still had me completely powerless. I couldn't even force out a single word. After a moment, Brian seemed to notice something was off.