Features sex doll transformation, bimbofication, female domination, cuckolding, and cheating wife.

The clip would be a POV clip set in the bedroom that starts with you establishing that we are a (desi) husband and wife and that you have a confession to make. You were using my computer because yours ran out of charge and accidently came across all my dollification porn when you saw I left incognito open. You pursued it and realized I had been harboring a secret fantasy for a woman to turn me into a mindless inanimate doll for her pleasure for years.

Although you were shocked at first by the amount of porn and the strength of the fetish, you think this could actually help our sex life. Lately, it has been bland and I have not been performing. You tell me that we could try out dollification and see if it helps.

Building on the desi housewife theme, I think an interesting piece you could add in the beginning (if it doesn't interrupt the narrative) is that we're in an arranged marriage, you were pressured into it by family. You picked me because I looked great on paper (attractive, solid job, good family). But reality hit after the wedding: I was terrible in bed, bland and underperforming. You accidently figured out why after you discovered my fetish when I left an incognito window open. You've tried to get me to stop, pointing out that I was destroying our marriage by prioritizing porn over you, but I didn't care. Finally, in an act of desperation, you purchased the nanites.

You reveal that you purchased nanites from a tech-startup which are capable of modifying matter at the molecular level. You propose using them to turn me into an inanimate, mindless, and ultra-realistic sex doll and even found a tutorial on how to turn a person into a doll and then back into a human. You propose we try it out and promise to turn me back as soon as you’re satisfied, although you joke that it can always be made permanent if you love it enough.

You propose using the nanites and saying you could turn me back afterwards (technically never specifying when to set up the clubbing scene), and I agree instantly; surprising you (you thought I would be hesitant). The rest of the clip would then proceed as previously detailed.

You describe the transformations progress in amazement, telling me how I am turning into silicone before your eyes, how my cock is getting the hardest you have seen it, and how I am assuming a sex doll position (legs spread apart, arms at 90 degree angles, and a mouth parted for easy access). Once the transformation is complete, you snap playfully in front of my face, pinch my nipples, and engage in light CBT by slapping my cock hard a few times to test if there is any reaction. You even pull out a dildo from your sex toy box (which you hid from me because I was such a prude who would have never been okay with it) and make me suck it to see if I have any reaction knowing I would have never been okay with this as a man.

Seeing no reaction, you express a sense of astonishment - I am actually a mindless sex doll. And surprisingly, seeing me helpless and controllable is really turning you on. For the first time in our marriage, you don't feel like you have to play the role of a submissive housewife, you are in control. You smile seductively and comment on how you find it so hot that I let you objectify me into a mindless sex toy and, if we think about it, I am now no different than your dildo or vibrator.

You then mount me and ride me till you cum extremely hard. You remark that I make an amazing sex toy and this is the best sex you have had in a long time. It's so good and so empowering that you don't feel like turning me back immediately. You debate if you should turn me back at all. After all, we had plans to go out clubbing tonight with your best friend. However, you always put my need above your own and you realize that a major part of my fetish was the loss of agency.

You are the owner and I am a mindless object, your desires always trump my non-existent ones. Clubbing with your bestie while I was there was also always awkward because you could not freely talk to men when I was there because I would make it weird by being overly possessive. You think it would be super hot to leave me on the bed, unable to move or think, while you hit the town with your girl. You figure out you can just lie and say the antidote was slow acting or something and make the executive decision. You send a text message to the group chat saying, "Sorry guys, something big came up for hubby and he's completely tied up for the night. Won't be able to make it!" and then leave the shot to get dressed.

The clip then fast forwards to you coming back. The vibe of the scene would be similar to your "Cheating Wife Creampie" video. You come home sloppy, sweaty, and with your hair and dress in a mess. You would explain that you had a few drinks and began flirty with men. Although you felt initially guilty you remembered that I wanted to be reduced to a mindless sex toy, that this was my fetish. And since I wanted to be an inanimate sex toy, you should treat me as such. As a result, you realized that a real woman like yourself can't be in a relationship with a doll, and therefore you were effectively single until I turned back.

You then hit it off with a hot guy and describe how you guys went back to his place and had sex, how he was a real stud who came deep in your pussy. You would pull up your skirt and reveal his cum as proof and then tell me once he came, you knew you needed to get back here and give me a taste. You straddle me and hump me until you cum and shoot the rest of his load out all over my face.

As you get off, you remark that this is a good look for me. You then tell me that you are going to bed, but first you need to put away your toys. You lower me into a box where you previously hid your sex toys and throw the dildo you used on me before on top of me. Before you close the box, you tell me not to worry, you will administer the antidote, eventually (with a coy smile heavily implying this is never going to happen). The clip ends with you closing the box and the sound of you pushing it under the bed.

You would open the second part of the clip by establishing today is my transformation anniversary. You have been having a fantastic time going out with your girls and getting railed by real men while I have become well acquainted with the box under your bed.

You then reflect that you have been using me less and less and explain that (1) I quickly grew boring because there is only so much you can do with a sex doll (2) I'm too much work to prep for sex, you would just use a vibrator for a quickie (3) if you really want to fuck, you'd go out with a real man. You transition to questioning my fetish. You first you still don't understand my fetish, why anyone would trade their humanity for an existence like this.

You then tear apart my fetish pointing out my fantasy relies on you remaining a dutiful housewife who would dote on her doll, but in reality a doll is there for its owner's pleasure, like a dildo doesn't get jealous and your vibrator doesn't need validation. What's even worse is that I don't even please you anymore. As a result, I am now just a worthless sex toy taking up prime real estate in the bedroom.

You mention you thought about throwing me out, but didn't want to risk anyone finding an ultra-realistic sex doll of me in the trash, after you filed for divorce on the grounds of abandonment (you throw in a jab about taking everything I own) or selling me for pennies to a weirdo interested in a used sex doll.

Therefore, you are going to store me in the garage with other junk you barely use. You put me in a box and tell me that maybe you'll pull me out when you run out of men, all your batteries run out, and pigs fly, but probably never. You then throw some other useless stuff (like old sweaters) on top of the camera. The POV fades to black and ends with the sound of you placing a box down and closing the door.

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