Rearity's Toy - Doll Factory

I had accepted the job as a model for her next, new doll. I had imagined, they needed a model for the live cast of a life size, for the promotion purposes. Had I known her true purpose, and the consequences that came with it, would I still have taken the job? Even though I may feel a small pinch, the desperation that comes when you're short on cash? I need to make a living, after all, and she did promise me a fairly generous pay for the job, such as I had understood it.

Maybe I should have read the small print, where all the legal details are spelled out? I had never been one for reading the finer print. Maybe I should have, but then again, I'm not the lawyer of the family. Maybe the modeling trade were more of my end of the rope?

Modeling seems easy. I need to act natural, and walk in a demonstrative manner, in order to bring out the most, of what I'm to showcase, or it is, how I had come to understand it. Maybe I am wrong, and had misunderstood it all along?

Since the deal had been signed, I had committed myself to a new job, the work offered me. Which sounded pretty good, while it had been explained to me.

I had had a shower, before I was to put on the garments offered, I couldn't walk in, in the nude, right? That part did make sense, partially, because the doll, or toy was meant for little girls, as I had understood the deal.

Slipping into the panties had been easy. The same goes for the top. Maybe they did feel a bit on the tight side? I did not examine the feeling, or feelings. It's not what I had been paid for, now is it?

From here, I walked out onto the stage, and felt the unmistakable sense of flashes snapping, they were taking the photos, for all I knew. Which had been expected. I had been walking on the 'Cat-Walk', as it were. I just hope they enjoyed how I made the suit come out. This had been the first set of photos. Apparently, they intended to make a full set, step by step.

Now I walked back, into the small room. Only now, the room had been cleared, I could not see the bench, where I had been siting, while changing into the clothes I'm wearing. There is just the wardrobe, the door that is, that's where my clothes would be stored, to the right, while the clothes for other sets would be to the left.

What I find, is a bed, or gurney. A massage? That sounds like fun, I guess I'd feel more relaxed after the massage, allowing me to do a better walk?

Ofcause, there is the glass door, where I had had my shower, and the door I had entered through. But otherwise, the room is pretty bare.

I lay down, quietly. Then, just a few minutes later, another girl entered the small room. She had placed a bottle, of what appears to be massage oil. The oil she was to use, while giving me the massage, before the next walk.

She was pouring what I had taken for oil in her right hand, then she leans over me. Once the oil, or rather gel touch my back, I noticed it was actually warm, possibly a degree or two above body temperature, even if I would have been a degree below norm, and then another degree above the same norm? Yet, she still made the gel feel warm. Her touch really did warm me up.

She had apparently started from the centre of my back, from there, she moved up, all the way to the edge of my hair, along my spine. Then she moved down, right and left of my spine, as it were, her hands moving in small circles. From my perspective, upwards, outwards. That'd make her right hand moving clockwise, and the left counter? I felt her fingers pressing in. Her palms flat Maybe she had managed to create a hypnotic feel to it, or just putting me in some trance? Yet, the warmth spread outwards, from where she had placed her focus, her hands, the palms and fingers, as the tips of her every finger dug in.

As she had reached the outer line of where her hands had been, she spreads wider, in order to move back out, covering skin, previously untouched. Then she moved out, along my shoulders.

Once she had reached the outer edge of my shoulders, she simply turned back inwards. Then she moves in, to where she begun, only to move outwards, going back and forth, ever downwards, until she had reached my rump, then she circled, inwards, and upwards.

Now, she started over, at the crack of my rear, surprisingly, she had managed to sneak in, I had failed to notice, and thus did not protest, maybe it felt too good?

Then she started with my right leg, from the rump, down my thigh, the same circular motions, ten over the knee, and down my calf. Onto the top of the heel, and down the soul of the foot, ending with my toes, from center, outwards, toe by toe, smaller and smaller, until she had finished the very last one.

Now she moved up to the left spine, starting all over from the edge of my rump, down the thigh, over the knee, the calf, the heel, onto my foot. Just finishing off, as she had finished my toes, on the left foot.

Now she walked back to the right side, working from the top of my shoulder, I felt her working my every muscle, just like before, down the arm, over the elbow, and the wrist, and onto my hand, starting with the palm, out the thumb, till the very edge, I even felt her under the nail, and then over the nail as well. Then she continued, finger by finger, outwards, and then the back of the hand. Only to walk over to the left side, once more, as she started to work down the arm.

Apparently, I had closed my eyes, somewhere along the line, most likely fairly early? I had enjoyed myself, and had the idea I could enjoy it more thoroughly, closing my eyes, focusing on the touch of her fingers. Maybe I was right, but I'm not to complain, I had truly enjoyed her handy work, I could stay as much.

“Now is the time to turn around!” she suggested in a kind and generous tone of voice, making me actually desire to do exactly as she told me.

Then again, she was to complete the work, so I had to do, what she instructed me. Only now, I realised, the room is fairly dark. Yet she did see, exactly all she was required to see. If she truly needed to see.

Once I had turned, now lying on my back, thus presenting my belly. She soon started to work, pouring more of her gel into her right hand, before placing the bottle, where it had been standing, while she is working.

I feel her fingers over my face, delicately spreading the gel, working it in, warming me, giving me that warm feeling. Starting on the tip of my nose, moving outwards, then up to my forehead. From there, she traced my hair line, to the right and left, until she got to my ears. Now working her way back inwards, till she hit the bridge of my nose, only to turn back, till she was at my ear, once more. Only now, she apparently felt it the time, working my ears? From there, her fingers bounced back inwards, only now she reached the centre, under my nose. She traced my lips, from the centre and out, till she reaches the lower lip, continuing until her fingers met. From there, she moved outwards, only to stop at the base of my neck, and continued downwards.

Her fingers, her hands now working my throat. I felt her, but she just made the warmth spread further.

Now she continued down, beyond my throat, along the centre of the rib cage, till she was between my jigglies, then she circled upwards, then outwards. Moving upwards, until she had reached my nibbles, which she teased for the longest of time.

Noe she started over, from the edge of my shoulders, then started to move inwards, bouncing back out, then in, continuing all the way down my chest, till she hit my mound. She Encircled it, ever inwards, until she ended up, reaching my orchid, which she outlined, several times, distracting me from just about everything.

The fact that she had actually entered me, never entered my mind, I never realised, though I could I can say it was making me even hotter, and ended up making me feel wet. Just short of making me come?

“I'm done, you can stand up, but take a minute, before you walk back out!” she cautioned me.

I managed to slip down, off of the bed, on which she had given me the massage. She had covered all my skin. Now I momentarily felt wobbly. I couldn't quite find my balance. I had not realised, what she had been doing to me, or the fact that she had been not just under both the top and the panties, but slipped inside of me, possibly as far as an inch, or two, but no more than three?

Once I had reclaimed my balance, I take a step towards the door. She had left the room, naturally. Where she is hiding, I had no idea.

Had I looked down, I would have noticed certain changes? I had changed, but it had gone unnoticed. Maybe the changes were small and subtle? I still did retain my general body shape and tone. I still can stand on my feet? Rather, hooves, the hind hooves, that is.

I take a few small steps towards the door, now feeling confident in walking the rest of the way.

Only now, not only did my legs end in hooves, but the legs themselves had changed. Just as my face, my head had changed. I now have my ears on the top of my head, a pair of equine ears, pony ears? There are small changes to my eyes, but these are too small for me to notice. What I couldn't miss, my muzzle. It had been growing out, from what had been my nose. Now it is basically the lower half of my face, and about two inches long. I could easily breath through my nostrils, which felt natural. Strangely, my lips had not really changed, even though they are now on the lower edge of the muzzle.

I walked to the cat walk, enjoying to perform the duty of my position. Is it a part of the changes? Yet, I walked the walk, from the back of the cat walk, to the front, performing admirably, before I turned back. There I slipped behind the curtains. Ending up, walking back to the small room, where my second massage was awaiting me.

Was she just repeating the same routine? Yet, she had chosen another gel. What it did, I had no idea. Had I read the label, the true lable, that is, what would it have said? 'Toy Glue', and 'Toy Polish', as was the per functional effects of them.

Of course, I had performed my third walk, knowing they enjoyed what I had to show. I did not know exactly how I knew it, but I know. It's not just in the fact that they asked me back.