A Real Man's Doll
By: Pi-Zero
A Real Man's Doll
Pi-Zero
Once there was a man named Tim. He was a grown man with
a job at the local gym. Despite this, he had a doll. Now this
wasn't a Barbie doll or Cabbage Patch Kid or anything, no it
was man's doll. It looked similar to a G. I. Joe, standing
about twelve inches tall, but it wasn't - no weird insignia.
Besides that, it had a rubber face, something no G. I. Joe
doll Tim had ever seen had. The doll, Tim named him Dave, had
beautifully sculpted plastic arms and legs and the most
gorgeous tight ass. Unfortunately, he was both plastic and
not anatomically correct, though he did have a large bulge.
Tim's fascination with Dave, however, stemmed from his rubber
mouth. You see, Tim had a fascination with swallowing things
and Dave's rubber mouth and tight rubber body proved to be
the perfect outlet. He stretched out poor Dave's mouth and
stuffed everything from marbles and small toy cars, to a
plastic miniature of a soldier he found into Dave's mouth.
Periodically (about once a week), Dave's rubber tummy would
fill up and Dave would have to empty him, though for some
reason he never did manage to recover the soldier miniature.
That saddened him, stuffing that down Dave's throat had made
him so hard he had had to run to the bathroom to avoid making
a mess of himself.
Today was not much different than any other day. Tim
came home from an especially hard workout at the gym, sweaty
and tired. He swallowed a protein drink and flipped off the
lights as he fell into bed, too exhausted to take a shower or
'feed' Dave. Within seconds he was sound asleep. The only
sound the soft ticking of his alarm clock.
At about two o'clock in the morning Tim was started
awake by the strange sensation of being watched. Shaking
slightly he reached over and flipped on the light on his
nightstand. What he saw as the light flashed on nearly made
him pass out. There, at the foot of his bed, was a six foot
tall, muscular man, in army fatigues. "H, h, wh, who, who,
who are you!?" Tim stuttered. An aggravated look passed
across the man's face, "Don't you recognize me Tim? I'm Dave!
You know the doll?" Tim's eyes grew even wider, "B, b, but
how?" Dave's eyes twinkled, "Don't worry about how Timmy,
just know that I'm hungry and you haven't fed me anything
decent since that little soldier a month ago! Oh, and he was
tasty by the way!" Tim's jaw worked silently, finally he
stuttered, "Uh, b, but, you can uh… have anything in the
refrigerator you want." Dave laughed, "No silly, I don’t want
your food, I want you!" Tim became confused, "Me? What do you
want me for?" Now Dave frowned, "Stupid, I said I was hungry,
and I want you. So what does that mean? … It means I'm going
to eat you stupid! You keep stuffing things down my throat I
can't digest, it's time for something edible, namely you!"
Tim began to babble, "But I'm not edible! You can't eat me!
I'm too big!" Dave laughed again, "That's what the soldier
said as you stuffed him down my throat, I stretched for him,
I'll stretch for you! I'll love to feel your soft, squirming
body sliding down into my stomach." Though the plastic Dave
had been anatomically incorrect, Tim noticed with horror the
growing tent in Dave's fatigues. Tim blurted out, "But…" Dave
silenced him by grabbing Tim's arms and pulling him towards
the foot of the bed. As Tim looked up he saw Dave's mouth
stretching wider and wider. He fought but Dave easily held
him, his huge, chiseled arms barely straining. He began to
sob as Dave put his lips across the top of Tim's crown. He
screamed as he felt Dave's lips easily stretch to slide down
over his eyes and nose. Dave didn’t want company during his
meal so he quickly muffled Tim's screams with a huge shove
that pushed Tim's entire head into Dave's mouth. He further
cut off Tim's screaming by stuffing his tongue into Tim's
mouth.
Tim was shocked to say the least. He knew Dave was just
a doll, but her he was devouring him! And surprisingly, his
mouth was warm and wet, and his tongue felt very real in
Tim's mouth. Dave moaned in pleasure, Tim was perfect,
muscular and sweaty, just the way he liked them! That was why
he liked soldiers so much, always tough and muscular and
often sweaty, they gave great fights, squirming all the way
down. He wasn't sure what had allowed him to become real in
this world, but whatever it was, he thanked it. He decided to
savor his reality for as long as it lasted and savor his
meal.
He took a deep breath and began to work his way down
over Tim's thick neck, which sloped evenly to his broadly
muscled shoulders. He was worried that he wouldn't be able to
stretch his mouth that much because Tim was so close to his
own size, but all the practice he had had from swallowing the
random items Tim fed him paid off and he stretched his mouth
easily over Tim's broad shoulders. Finally he had Tim's chest
resting across his tongue. Since he now had Tim's arms pinned
to his sides he let go for a moment to reposition Tim and
himself. He reached down and undid the button and zipper on
his fatigues, releasing his newly formed hard cock through
his boxers. Then he reached forward and grabbed Tim's butt-
cheeks, one in each hand and lifted them towards him, pushing
Tim deeper into his gaping maw. Now with Tim's legs
straddling him, he slowly began to lower him.
Tim had a surge of hope as he felt Dave let him slide a
little outwards, perhaps he had reconsidered! But his hopes
were shattered as he felt a thick, blunt object press against
his tight virgin hole. Dave rubbed his dripping cock around
Tim's hole, slicking him up for full intrusion. Then, he let
go of Tim, letting him fall in one smooth motion to be
impaled completely on Dave's mammoth nine thick inches. Dave
moaned as his cock was squeezed by Tim's tight, spasming
hole, and his struggles renewed. He wrapped his hands around
Tim's waist and hoisted, until his thick cockhead popped out
of Tim's ass. Gently re-aiming his cock, he dropped Tim
again, completely sheathing his man-sword in Tim's guts.
Again and again he lifted Tim and dropped him until Tim felt
Dave's cock expand even more, exploding cum into his abused
ass. Satisfied, Dave got back to the business of his meal. He
stood up and, with a grunt, hoisted Tim over his head,
letting gravity help him. It was easy from there; Tim slid
deeper into him from his own weight. The only work was
slowing him down so Dave could enjoy it. He had to stretch
again a little to slip Tim's buttocks into his mouth. After
that, he paused to lick the salty taste of old piss man-sweat
from Tim's cock and balls, and - sliding Tim in a little
further - the taste of his own cum from Tim's abused ass.
Becoming impatient, he let gravity take over completely and
with a gulp slid Tim in to his knees. One more huge gulp and
Tim's legs were forced to straighten and he was sucked into
Dave's mouth like a piece of spaghetti. He was forced down
into Dave's stomach which, again, felt remarkably real (not
that he really knew). His senses began to drift as he
struggled and he soon passed out as Dave belched loudly,
stealing his remaining air. Dave lay back on Tim's bed,
rubbing his tight stomach contentedly. He loved the fading
struggles of a living man in his stomach, this real man was
even better than the soldier Tim had fed him. He reached down
to his now rehardened cock and began to jack himself off with
the remains of his own cum. He soon coated his bloated
stomach with another load of jizz and fell into a contented
slumber, dreaming of future meals.