Chapter 510 – 286 Sonia Is the Perfect Mannequin. Therefore. Shall We Begin?
If only I was an ordinary person. She would have looked even more awkward wearing plastic panties with the same texture as the mannequin.
There was already a light sheen left over from the full body hair removal, and today I added it to that. She literally became her own mannequin today thanks to the oil she applied while fiddling with Sonia. Sonia is one step closer to becoming a mannequin.
“Well… But if you look closely, it looks like a line…”
“That’s okay. If you look closely at the mannequin, you can see the dividing line. Sonia!
There are no inconveniences, right?”
There’s no need to move though. Sonia walks slowly in the storage room, looking like a mannequin, more embarrassed than wearing anything, as Mr. Dorma tells her to just move around.
The mannequin’s camouflage plastic underwear was sticky, but… How can I say it… Rather than being uncomfortable, it was like a person who usually wore only a full-body bodysuit that was tight on the entire body. Rather, Sonia feels comfortable with the tight feeling.
Nodding her head. Mr. Dorma confidently declares to Sonia who nods.
“Then, morning time. Let’s do our best!”
“Can I do well? Of course, I will try my best!”
Are you going there? Even though she is naked, she continues her words. Below is a glossy Sonia that looks just like the mannequin.
“What… What should I do with the breasts? Mannequins don’t need nipples…?!”
Mannequins don’t have nipples…
Dorma understands the difference in saying that mannequins don’t need nipples.
As he is a D-class hero. There is absolutely no way for the side effects that only happen to students at the academy to become addicted to the hypnotic voice and have problems even in their academic life at the academy.
So now. The sentence I heard clearly with both ears is as a colleague who shares a mannequin fetish. Proof of the growth of a fetish that was held slowly but never blossomed!
While rubbing the nipples that the partner who is being displayed as a mannequin is worried about.
It’s not painful. I’m rubbing it gently, but it doesn’t become stiff. Feeling the softness of nipples that are not responding.
“Don’t worry, Sonia! Are you a little nervous? I know you’re worried!”
It was Dorma’s finger taking out a pre-released earring and a round flesh-colored sticker.
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“Take a deep breath, Sonia.”
“Yes… Huu…”
Jjoljjol… Dorma looks back at Sonia who is following behind her and smiles and nods.
I know it has no effect or is weak. Wasn’t the saying that mindset is important a lie? Sonia looks very calm…
The place where the mannequin named Sonia will be displayed is again at a higher location than where ordinary mannequins are installed.
It’s because there are customers who look at and touch real-looking mannequins that can’t be found in other stores… But they intentionally look like they can show them off to people. A location that cannot be reached by guests.
Unlike the black bunny girl costume, which would have been pointed at and asked for the same thing if it had been displayed on the second floor. Sonia, a black bunny girl, was displayed as a complete decoration since it was on the first floor, which did not sell lingerie.
But now. A naked mannequin in a slightly tall display case where mannequins can be installed in the store on the first floor. Pose without entering from behind Sonia. What is in the hands of the designer who will dress you up is an ordinary costume.
Unlike yesterday. Get nominated. In a position where you can hear people asking you to prepare the same set as that mannequin, clothing.
However, you cannot touch it directly. Put it in a transparent case…
(If it’s a monopoly… Maybe so.)
That exclusive desire is not the exclusive desire for high-end mannequins that customers don’t mind touching. Dorma was determined that there was no need to hesitate since she had accepted her desire to be exclusive to a partner who could accommodate her sexual fetishes.
“Ah… It won’t collapse, right?”
“Don’t worry. The mannequin is heavier, right?”
Maybe it’s an ordinary mannequin? Dorma reassures Sonia that it is strong enough to support the specially custom-made mannequin.
From the moment a jewel earring was held out in front of my eyes. As if the sticking nipple patches hiding her nipples under flesh-colored skin weren’t enough. Finished with a flesh-colored cream that hides the fine lines of the sticker.
“Yes… Huu…”
Unlike the black bunny girl blonde busty mannequin that had been pre-dressed in the storage room and placed in an exhibition case. As a mannequin with round breasts without any protruding parts, with hidden human parts, she slowly walked into the store… And even to the display case.
Sonia walked in looking like a mannequin, something even more embarrassing than being naked.
As soon as the mannequin stands on the stand where it should naturally stand… As soon as it steps on the floor where it should naturally stand as a mannequin, it naturally does as the hypnotic voice instructed. Sonia has become a mannequin waiting for her pose to be created.
“Then just stay where you are, Sonia!”
(Yes…♥)
Instead of answering. Stay still. Sonia, who had no parts different from the mannequin, stepped on the floor of the store barefoot and answered by stopping her breasts that were slowly shaking when she walked.
“Hold the end there with your left hand. Sonia. Oh, no, not there, just a little higher, above your shoulder. Yes, like that. Then, stand there with the feeling of pressing your weight on your left foot and push your butt this way… Yes, you’re doing it well. Then spread your feet a little and move your right foot forward a little bit…! Then, finally, turn your head to the right now. Wait a minute. Um… It’s as big as your finger here… It’s perfect. Sonia!”
As the mannequin that was to be displayed stood in place, the designer spoke rapidly to create a pose.
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“Then, let me ask you one last time. You chose this, right?”
(Yes…♥)
Of course I knew the answer. Although it is a mannequin that chose artificial tears that do not need to be used. Still, Dorma asks Sonia one more time, as the mannequin’s mindset slowly fills her mind as she shows the visor hanging on her waist belt.
“There is no need for a mannequin to hide its identity…♥ Besides…”
“Besides?”
Even though I listened to the hypnosis inducing voice, there was no effect whatsoever, such as making me want to become a mannequin as explained, or making the mannequin feel less like a mannequin.
The person who gave me that hypnotic voice. And just yesterday, the person who was shrinking with her breasts fluttering proudly spread out her breasts and hid all her nipples and lewd crevices,
Even the skin has turned into the lowest pervert, painted slightly like a mannequin. Mr. Dorma is seen proudly standing on the display case and moving his arms and legs as instructed, and he is slowly checking the script of the hypnosis voice on his smartphone.
“It doesn’t match what you gave me…♥”
“Really… The best. Sonia.♥”
(If it goes according to the script of the guided voice. Sonia…)
If the hypnosis inducing voice for the mannequin fetish is accurate. If it is true that the content is accepted without distortion and falls into a state of suggestion. The mannequin is no longer a mannequin…
(A mannequin is absolute obedience. And a switch that thinks it is a mannequin. Sonia?)
If I feel like it, I change into a bunny girl that is a little more revealing. In the lingerie corner on the second floor, I was squatting down with my legs spread… If it were an android, I wanted to display it with the barcode engraved on the inside of my thigh spread wide enough to show all the way.
Still, to push it one step further. Cute this time. Casual, to be exact… Everything has been sold out, so I’d like to ask for something worn on a mannequin. Dorma changes him into clothes designed to make him point fingers. Sonia getting changed.
(Poetry… It’s the beginning… This… Now… Soon…)
Although it is not a mannequin without saying a word while being changed. All kinds of thoughts pass by as Sonia accepts being changed like a mannequin.
(Well… So… Now…)
Should I press the button with my inner finger or not? Sometimes, when I just want to focus on my nipples, I touch the button with my inner finger as if caressing it, just like when I masturbated. Coordinator’s. Sonia casually waiting for permission from the store clerk.
(You… Shouldn’t do this… You have to concentrate to hold the pose… Like a mannequin… Well… Then you might feel like you’re only pressing that button halfway…)
Talk. Talk.
Despite my inner fingers trying to press the inner button created by the hypnosis-inducing voice, I pressed it gently, but it didn’t go in like an on-off switch
(Warm… Comfortable… I feel like this is my place…
I feel like I want to stand here… I don’t know why…)
If you tease the button, you will feel a strange… Sense every time you tease it.
The feeling of the flesh-colored nipple patch sticking to and pushing down to hide the thickness of the nipple.
I don’t know if it’s a love doll. Plastic panties that are compressing parts that shouldn’t be on a mannequin. Everything.
“Sonia is the perfect mannequin. So, let’s start. Sonia?
Ah. Would you like to put your hands on her hips?”
The mannequin is absolutely obedient. The switch in her mind is an opportunity to decide that she is a newly written mannequin.
The perfect mannequin. As soon as I heard those words, a slight blush appeared… But Sonia’s gaze remained fixed.
“…”
Let alone move her hand. Like other mannequins. Even cracks. Without nipples. It was Sonia who had stopped moving.
