Chapter 508 – 284 I’ll Put It on You Now, So Don’t Move. Sonia~
“… Ah…”
“So you should wear this, right? Don’t worry, Sonia!”
Sonia stops and throws away her earrings as soon as she sees them.
After changing into the black bunny girl costume and entering the display case. In addition, I completely absorbed the hypnosis inducing voice and the tremors that had almost disappeared completely disappeared.
“… Tsk…”
The sight of Sonia biting her lip slightly to suppress her embarrassment. Even though Dorma looks good at managing fever, the heat does not escape from her skin.
“So… I see…?
Mannequins… Sell underwear too…”
Like a shiny mannequin. To change into plastic panties to hide parts that can be identified as human. Sonia unbuttons the clothes she is wearing without hesitation.
“What Mr. Dorma said… Is right…”
From the moment I was convinced, without hesitation, to become a mannequin, the definition of the word mannequin.
(The mannequin is absolutely obedient… Because it doesn’t even move…)
Expecting to wear them on plastic objects to be sold as costumes. As a being created to obey.
Although it was completely new. Without any discomfort. I remember coming here to pretend to be a mannequin. Because it has to be displayed like a mannequin.
-I engraved in my mind what I had to do to be displayed as a mannequin. I will call you from now on. Once. Repeat after me.
-After you say something, keep thinking about it in your mind, so you never forget it.
A suggestive trigger that makes you think you are a mannequin when pressed in your mind. Besides the switch. Sonia’s very existence as a mannequin has been modified.
Thinking of the voice of a hypnosis-inducing suggestive voice deliberately incorporating distorted common sense slowly. Finally, out of your mouth. Sonia is so indifferent that even the general manager of a clothing store is touched as he touches her thighs, which are the same as mannequins, but have become glossier.
“The mannequin… Needs to be dressed… So everything… It’s wearing… Is unnecessary…”
‘It’s true… Sonia?’
I ignored Dorma who asked in a slightly surprised voice. The significance of the existence of the mannequin engraved in my heart to never be forgotten. Definition of mannequin. Sonia speaks a sentence that summarizes all of her identity.
“The mannequin… Is obedient…”
“And… Now… Since I’m a mannequin… And not a person… Getting excited… Isn’t allowed…”
Mannequins should not dress themselves.
Now it’s not a person, it’s a mannequin
So, clothes, etc. You must not wear it.
Thanks to the blue light of the earrings, my heart, which was barely holding on, was gently pushed away.
A warehouse room where only the light from the electric light falls on the breasts that are protruding forward, shining on the skin that looks more glossy than a person’s
(From now on… It’s a mannequin… From now on… A mannequin… A mannequin…)
Of course, after taking off the clothes you shouldn’t wear.
A mannequin with nipples waiting to be dressed by employees. It was Sonia.
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-Mannequins have absolute obedience
-It’s natural to stay still. I feel good
-You don’t wear it yourself. An object that exists to be worn
“I’ll put it on you, so don’t move. Sonia~”
“Yes, Mr. Dorma…”
For a normal person, only for a few seconds. I may have held my breath and hid the inevitable rising of my chest as a human being, but as a D-class hero, my physical durability is different from that of other people.
“Don’t be so nervous, Sonia? All you have to do is stand there like an ordinary mannequin like yesterday, right? It’s cute… Really…♡”
“From now on… Mannequin… Yes…”
And let alone the monsters in the dungeon in my head. The owner of a clothing store in Sky City, who had never actually seen the brainwashed combatant, tried various ways to catch him himself, but it didn’t work, so the mannequin fetish hypnosis inducing voice changed the common sense.
“What do you think? Really… It’s the same as the mannequin, right? The color, the texture… ♡ If this is the clothes that Sonia wore… It would be okay to sell them, right?”
More than real. Vinyl panties of the same color as the mannequins installed in Mr. Dorma’s large clothing store, which have a higher gloss rate than ordinary mannequins.
The Dorma is flipped back and forth and presented in front of Sonia.
The skin color is so similar that it is difficult to tell the front and back apart… Dressed like a mannequin in shiny, shiny pants. While blocking the view of the hero who is gradually developing the same fetish in his head…
Ever since Sonia passed away yesterday. Contents studied diligently.
The hypnosis inducing voice that was given to me. Even if you just stand still and pose like a mannequin. I carefully checked to see if the switch in my mind that made me think that was normal had been pressed… This time, it wasn’t just the color of the vinyl pants. Mr. Dorma seems to be trying to confirm his sense of touch, but he gets too close to Sonia, who is just standing still like a mannequin.
I wish it was like usual. ‘Do. Mr. Dorma?’ A blonde, busty woman who took a step back.
“…”
It’s common in Sky City, but it’s common. A hero strong enough to stand still in a display case for a while without blinking like a mannequin, even without artificial tears…
(This… This… Really… I just saw it…♡)
Instead of trembling and taking a step back, it seems like he expects to be dressed up like a mannequin. Even though I was standing still… My chest didn’t rise, perhaps because the switch had been pressed.
Dorma’s head explodes thanks to Sonia, who of course is not as calm as she is, but still stands at attention while showing off the shine of her breasts that are beyond the standards of an ordinary person.
(It’s all… Of course… Rather than alone… After all… Because it’s a mannequin…)
Since it’s a mannequin, it’s natural that it needs someone to dress it and pose it… That’s what I thought. At first, it was like a mannequin at a skin clinic… But now it’s worse than a mannequin. When receiving a coating treatment that makes the skin shiny.
Just like that day when, as soon as she stood in front of the full-length mirror guided by Humanoid, who was in charge of the procedure, she reached the peak of her mannequin fetish.
This time, the blonde and busty hero, who must have been hoping for that to happen in his heart… A woman named Sonia, is waiting to be used like a mannequin… Like a mannequin. You can also dress up as Sky City’s hero as you like. As soon as she thought it was okay to display it wherever she wanted…
“I knew what it looked like, but I couldn’t even touch what it was made of. Sonia?”
Himself before her eyes. Although it is a mannequin. It’s not the mannequin that people know. Towards the blonde mannequin waiting to be dressed, pressing the switch in my mind that was created by modifying my common sense as a mannequin with a truly minor mannequin fetish…
(You can tell when you try it on. I just want to see if you really feel that way. Sonia?)
With the words to feel the texture. Even though she got close enough to feel pressured, her chest didn’t even rise. Like the blonde mannequin that stayed by Sonia’s side in her storage room. Sonia standing still.
Her heart did not rise as she saw the D-class hero who had been caught by a window shopping mannequin, staring at her, and then walked in. There was no trembling like a mannequin… But now it was the exact opposite of Sonia, who seemed to have gone beyond her composure.
Dorma is rubbing her thighs, where the gloss has completely soaked into her skin, and is experiencing the reward of a mannequin fetish that she cannot feel on her own.
“It’s so soft. Sonia♡”
Taking in the light from her lamp, she pressed Sonia’s breasts, which reflected their luster, with her fingers, enjoying the soft texture. Dorma is once again surprised by the elasticity of her breasts, which return to their shape in an instant when she removes her fingers.
“Besides…”
What is satisfactory. Once. And twice. Even if I keep pressing her breasts. In front of Sonia’s eyes. Not the front. Even if you go back next to her and press her breasts. Far from being surprised. As if it were natural as a mannequin.
Like a blonde mannequin standing as if staring at a blank wall. Let alone move the hand hidden behind her thigh. Sonia just looks straight ahead with an unwavering gaze.
“It’s this kind of material~”
Dorma pressed the flesh-colored glossy panties that were about to be worn and placed them on the breasts, which she clearly knew were soft.
A suggestion trigger in your mind that makes you think of yourself as a mannequin. After pressing the mannequin switch. I’m still not sure about Dorma, who keeps whispering in my ear. Still, there is something to be learned from mannequins… The round, curved chest fat without a single drop of sweat is created due to tension due to being convinced of something that shouldn’t be understood.
Sonia’s breasts looked a little more like a mannequin.
