Days pass, and you're slowly buried under an accumulating pile of Jeff's washing, until a hand grips you and pulls you free. You blink in the bright light as your son holds your boxed form up for his friend to see.
"See? Told you I turned him into a sex doll."
"Whoa. No way. And you'd totally let me use him for $10?"
Jeff shrughs. "Sure. What do I care."
You're thrown to Jeff's schoolfriend, and in no time at all you're being inflated by hasty, excited breaths. A few minutes later and your plastic body is squeaking and groaning beneath the weight and force of Jeff's friend's eager thrusts. The pain is intense, and the pressure only relieved when one of your seams burst. You deflate with what sounds like an almost relieved sigh.
Jeff's friend grudgingly hands you back to Jeff and forks over $10. Jeff takes you back, happy in the knowledge that he can repair you and use you again and again and again for the rest of his life.
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