"whatever i do to the doll... you will feel... as if it's your body... as if you are this doll," adrianus droned as he ran a finger down the doll's arm, softly stroking it. "just watch it very carefully... feel yourself connecting with it... as if a part of you is being transferred into the doll... and the more of you is absorbed into it... the more you can feel it. how does it feel now?"

rain was still just watching, staring at it, like she couldn't look away, her eyelids drooping, just like the doll's blank, sleepy face. it was nice just seeing that small, gentle movement. it was so delicate... since the doll was so much smaller than a person, he couldn't caress it the same way he would caress a person. she watched the end of his fingertip just barely brush against it. just barely touching it.

"i can't really feel it in my arm," she said quietly, "but it feels tingly... just looking..."

"that's right," he said, continuing that monotonous motion. "very good... that's just how it feels... when you start to connect with it... when more and more of you... is being drawn into the doll. it feels tingly... it feels good... and it makes you want to let go, and give in. you want to feel it... you want to feel these soft touches... on your arm... you want to feel your whole body in my hands... you want to be held like this... to be an object. to be a doll. to be this doll... to be my doll... isn't that right, dear?"

"it is," she said sleepily. "i want to..."

"that's it... and it's happening... it's already started." his touches changed, just a bit, swirling around in tiny little circles as his finger ran down. rubbing a little more sensually, more intimately, somehow. "do you feel that?" he asked, his voice soft and quiet.

the skin on her arm tingled. "kind of..."

"just keep feeling it... don't resist it... don't force it... just let it happen. more and more of you is becoming trapped in the doll... but it's alright. that's exactly where you want to be right now... you want to feel everything the doll feels... you want to be small... and still... and helpless. it's happening... it's happening now. how does it feel? how do you feel, as i keep touching your arm? it's becoming so sensitive, isn't it?"

it was weird, but she could kind of feel it. it surprised her for a moment, but that surprise faded into a dull kind of acceptance, a deeper trance.

"it feels good," she mumbled. "i like when you touch my arm like that..."

"it's nice, isn't it? such a sensual kind of touch... especially for a doll... a doll that can't move, or squirm... it stays perfectly still... accepting everything that happens... just feeling... without doing anything. feeling is all it's capable of... no thinking... no moving... just feeling... just this feeling."

something was starting to click. she wasn't really questioning it anymore, she wasn't paying attention to the body she was looking out of to figure out how it felt - it wasn't that she was feeling what the doll was feeling... she just was the doll. she felt it because he was touching her.

"it feels so nice, to hold you in my hands like this..." he said slowly, gently wrapping his fingers around her whole body. his fingers brushed against more of her, a fingertip touching her face, another one rubbing her stomach through her clothes, a pinky on her thigh, a thumb running along her back. so many touches in so many different places, so much at once... along with the soft pressure of being held. it was like being wrapped in tentacles... but it was just his fingers.

she couldn't have moved anyway, but being wrapped up like that, she felt how small she was. how big he was. it was so nice... to feel it so vividly... to feel the power he had over her.

he kissed her head, so lightly, so delicately. his touches, his expression, his tone, everything was more intimate and loving now... because he was holding her. when he was just holding an empty doll, it was different... but she could feel the excitement and hunger coming from him now.

"it feels good for you, too, doesn't it?" he whispered, snaking a finger under her shirt, rubbing her side. "i know you can't answer... but i can tell... you went into the doll so obediently, after all... you must like it. of course, even if you regretted it... you're trapped here, right now... so you might as well enjoy it. i know i enjoy knowing that you're right here... that you can feel all of my touches... that you can't do anything about them at all. that all you can do is feel it... and accept it. it's so nice... it's so perfect..."

she really did feel helpless. he was touching more and more of her... his finger was circling around her chest underneath her shirt... his thumb ran up her inner thigh... he was softly tugging on her clothes. she didn't even know exactly what he was leading up to... all she could do was watch, and feel that vague, distant tingling of arousal in her smooth, featureless doll body.