A mad scientist tricks a young couple into becoming a pair of mindless sexdolls under his control
CHARACTERS
Katie- a buxom Latina in her mid 20’s. Outwardly shy and polite but an adventurous lover. She is a double d cup and has a large ass. Dreams of becoming a model.
Nito- Katie’s boyfriend. Slim but musclar with buzzed hair. His cock is large and he knows how to please Katie. He is supportive of Katie’s dreams of becoming a model
Dr. Geppetto- middle age German scientist who uses his knowledge of nanotechnology to convert people into mindless remote controlled dolls. He will act as a different perfesion to get his goal, not afraid of using trickery.
SETTING & WORLD
Modern day Florida
Dr. Geppetto's modern Florida villa gleamed under the midday sun, all sharp angles and tinted glass that reflected palm trees like mirages. Inside, the air hummed with sterile coolness. Katie smoothed her skirt nervously against the sleek white sofa, her ample curves straining against her tailored blouse. Beside her, Nito sat with practiced calm, his buzzed hair emphasizing the sharp line of his jaw. They’d answered the online ad on a whim—"Seeking fresh faces for high-fashion innovation," it had read. Now, facing the impeccably dressed Dr. Geppetto across a low glass table, Katie couldn’t help but hope this was the break she needed. Modeling contracts didn’t just fall into the lap of a small-town girl with curves "too volcanic" for editorial work.
"Your portfolios show remarkable… potential," Dr. Geppetto said, his German accent smooth as velvet as he slid two crystal glasses forward. Each held a viscous, shimmering liquid the color of liquid pearl. "A proprietary blend," he explained, smiling. "Our Nana Smoothie. Revitalizing. Consider it a celebration of new beginnings."
Katie hesitated, glancing at Nito. He gave her thigh a reassuring squeeze. "Models need stamina, babe," he murmured, reaching for his glass. Emboldened, Katie took hers. The first sip tasted like ozone and honey—strange, but not unpleasant. Yet as the liquid slid down her throat, an icy tingle spread through her limbs.
Dr. Geppetto’s smile widened, turning predatory. "Ah… correction. That is Nano smoothie. As in nanobots. Charming little machines, aren’t they? Already burrowing into your synapses."
Katie’s glass slipped from her hand, shattering on the marble floor. "W-what?" she gasped, lurching upright—only to freeze mid-movement. Beside her, Nito was a statue, muscles coiled but unmoving. Katie tried to scream, but her jaw locked. Her lungs refused to draw breath. Panic screamed in her mind as her body turned to stone.
"Perfect," Geppetto breathed, pulling a sleek chrome device from his pocket. He tapped a command.
Katie’s limbs snapped stiffly into parade rest. Beside her, Nito pivoted on his heel like wind-up toy soldier. Every movement was jarring, mechanical. Geppetto circled them, testing—a tap froze Katie mid-stride, another made Nito’s arm jerk upward in a robotic wave. "Such compliant material..."
He led them to a chrome-and-leather bedroom. Katie blinked inwardly as her hands moved without permission, stripping off her clothes and replacing them with sheer lace lingerie, thigh-high stockings, and a translucent top that left her heavy breasts bare beneath. Cold fingers smeared glossy pink makeup across her lips and cheekbones. She could feel the brush on her skin but couldn’t flinch. Nito stood frozen in tight briefs, his thick cock visibly hardening against the fabric. Geppetto’s thumb hovered over his device.
THWIP. Katie’s knees locked as she dropped sharply before Nito. THWIP. Her spine straightened, neck craning upward. THWIP. Her mouth opened, slack and painted.
"Initiate oral protocol," Geppetto commanded.
Katie’s head lurched forward, lips sealing around Nito’s shaft. She sucked hard and fast, then unnaturally slow, tongue flicking his tip before plunging deep. Her mind screamed in silent horror—this wasn’t her. She’d never… not like this, not while locked in terror inside herself. Nito stared blankly ahead, his hips stuttering as Katie’s doll-body hollowed her cheeks.
"Now," Geppetto purred, freezing Katie mid-bob. "Nito—thrust."
Nito’s hands clamped Katie’s skull like vises, slamming his cock into her frozen throat. Gag reflex silenced by nanobots, Katie’s mouth took it, eyes wide and unblinking. Geppetto studied them like sculptures, freezing and restarting—a grotesque ballet.
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Quick Actions for Dr. Geppetto:
1. Test the missionary position
2. Force Katie to grope herself and speak dirty
3. Command both into a doggy-style sequence