Three Women Rescued Me and Turned Me into Their Doll

At the beginning of all this, my name was Adrián. I was thirty-two years old, five foot ten, with short dark hair and glasses that never quite sat right on my nose. I wasn’t in shape, but I wasn’t fat either: I had four or five extra kilos and little more.

I lived with my girlfriend in a town on the coast. We lived well, all things considered, with a sex life so ordinary it was almost annoying. I ate her out eagerly and she, every now and then, gave me a handjob with the air of someone doing me a favor. We fucked once every two or three months, if we were lucky.

The day it started was an ordinary day. Rain threatened and an unpleasant wind was blowing, but I had the day off work and insisted on going for a walk. I went all the way to the end of the harbor, to the tip of the breakwater, that jutting point from which you can take in the whole sea at a glance.

It started to rain and I opened my umbrella. Just as I was about to turn back, a gust shoved me. I tripped over a rope fastened to the ground and fell, with the bad luck that my watch caught on the umbrella spokes, which the wind lifted like a sail. I felt myself being dragged out to sea. I could no longer see the harbor. I was soaked, spinning around, trying to free myself.

I managed to get the watch loose and I started to fall. Shit, I’m too high up. I hit the freezing water like a sack and lost consciousness at once.

***

I woke up I don’t know how long later. I was hungry and lying in a narrow bed inside what looked like a ship’s cabin: there was a porthole letting in sunlight. I sat up. It was, in fact, the cabin of a yacht. I was completely naked. On a dresser there was a towel; I wrapped myself in it and went out.

What a sight. Three women were sunbathing on deck, forming a semicircle, and I appeared right in the middle.

The one on the right jumped up. A tiny, delicate thing, five foot three or less, blonde, with a braid on each side of her head. Lips painted a deep red, fine nose. A doll’s body, flat stomach, small but firm breasts, bare, with pointed nipples. Her yellow bikini bottoms covered just enough, or a little less.

“Well, you’re finally awake!” she came over and kissed me twice before I could dodge her. “I’m Nika.”

She said it while pressing her naked breasts against my arm and tugging me toward the other two.

“She’s Bruna,” she said, pointing at the one in the center, who had her back to me.

The first thing I saw of Bruna was her ass, a huge ass that a tiny green thong barely covered, wedged between her cheeks. As she stood up she pushed it out a little. She was topless too. She was taller and bigger than Nika, well proportioned, with firm breasts and dark nipples, almost-black areolas. I hurried to look her in the eyes to hide it: they were green and large. Her hair, reddish brown and tousled, fell over freckles that crossed the bridge of her nose.

“Hi, love, you gave us such a scare!” She flung herself at me and hugged me, pressing her tits against my chest. “We found you in the water. Good thing Lena saw you!”

Lena, the third one, was pulling on the top of a red bikini as she came toward me. Everything about her was round: her hips, her waist, her soft stomach, huge breasts with pink nipples that didn’t quite fit in the bra. Fair skin, brown eyes, dark curly hair.

She hugged me too, and I felt her whole body against mine, the warmth she gave off... and my cock, which was starting to wake up.

With nerves, I dropped the towel. I mumbled something as I tried to pick it up, surrounded by the three of them. I was half-hard, in the prelude to an erection, and they noticed.

“Um... thanks,” I said. “Thanks to all three of you for finding me. I’m Adrián. I don’t know if my clothes...”

“Your clothes!” Nika blurted out. “I’ll get them.”

She ran off and came back a few seconds later. She handed them to me and I started getting dressed, covering myself as best I could with the towel. Then a wave shook the boat. I lost my balance, leaning on the rail; the towel fell to the deck and my clothes flew off and disappeared into the water.

“Shit!” I said. “Can we stop?”

“Truth is, no,” Bruna answered. “The boat’s on autopilot now, it can’t be steered. It’s on its own until we reach the island.”

“Can’t anything be done?”

“No,” Lena said. “Sorry. We’ll find something to cover that.”

“Nothing of mine would fit him,” Nika said with a little laugh, staring at my cock without the slightest attempt to hide it and tugging her bikini up until all her sex was outlined.

“I only have thongs...” Bruna said, running a finger along the waistband of the one she was wearing.

My cock was swelling again and I was starting to feel wetness at the tip.

“Isn’t there a man on board?” I asked. “A sailor, someone...”

They laughed, shaking their heads, as if I’d just told a joke, and looked at one another.

“I’ve got this bikini and two more, but they’re thongs,” Lena said. “I think my clothes will fit you. But you have to choose: either this one” — she began to lower it, letting me see a sex with thick, groomed lips that joined into a slit hiding everything else — “or one of the thongs.”

I took the bikini in disbelief. There was a small damp stain in the crotch, but I didn’t care: I was getting hard and needed to hide it. I put it on as best I could. At once I felt the fabric rubbing, sinking between my buttocks, digging into me. The sight of Lena’s sex and the other two women’s breasts didn’t help. I started to feel dizzy and sank into a hammock. Nika, ever helpful, brought me a glass of water. It had a strange taste. Of course, there’s no tap water on a yacht. I fell asleep within seconds.

***

I woke up dazed; evening was already falling. My nipples itched; they felt swollen. Did I get burned by the sun? I didn’t give it much thought. Then I suddenly remembered everything that had happened and opened my eyes wide. Between my legs, completely spread open, was Nika’s face, so close to my cock that I could feel her breath.

“What are you doing?” I said, pulling away. “Why do you have a razor in your hand?”

“I’m shaving you, Adri,” she answered calmly. “Can I call you Adri? Your hairs were sticking out of the bikini and it looked ugly. The legs and ass are already done. I’m leaving you a very cute little triangle, like mine. Look.”

She lifted the thin green dress she was wearing. She had nothing on underneath. I saw a triangle of blond hair right above her pink sex, the small lips parted slightly, glossy with wetness. My cock jerked. Nika bent down again, took hold of it and moved it side to side to shave me properly. I didn’t know where to put myself. I was almost fully hard, I could feel fluid at the tip, and I was starting to pant with every movement of her hand.

“There!” she said, stopping abruptly. “What do you think?”

Only then did I see that Bruna and Lena were there too, supervising. Shame killed my erection on the spot. And then I realized: I was completely shaved, with just a little triangle of hair left, as if I were a woman.

“It’s perfect, Nika,” Bruna said. She was wearing a white dress with flowers now. She grabbed my flaccid cock to check that no hair remained and, as she leaned in, her naked breasts were visible again. “Now the bikini will suit him better.”

“I brought this for you,” Lena said. She was wearing a tight blue dress with the top buttons undone, showing an impossible cleavage. “It’s a dress, but on the boat we don’t have anything else but short dresses.”

“Doesn’t matter,” I said. “Whatever.”

They laughed again. I put on the bikini, which was quickly stained with everything my cock was leaking, and walked over to Lena so she could hand me the dress. I pulled it over my head. It was tight at the waist and, obviously, loose at the chest. It was short, with thin straps, pink and yellow flowers. The fabric, incredibly soft, clung to my skin. The skirt was so short I felt like I was showing everything. I went red as a tomato.

I slipped my hand into the bikini and arranged my cock downward, hidden between my thighs, so it wouldn’t show. I don’t know why I did it; it seemed logical.

“You look gorgeous, love,” Bruna told me, kissing my cheek. “With how tall you are, the dress is ridiculously short. You’re going to have to cross your legs when you sit, or everything will show.”

The three of them laughed at my face.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I muttered. “Where’s the bathroom?”

I needed to get away for a moment. The arousal didn’t let up. I hadn’t fucked in months and hadn’t touched myself in days; I was leaking so much I could feel my balls getting wet. At least now I wasn’t hard; on the contrary, I felt small, shrunk up inside the panties.

“Don’t be mad, Adri,” Nika said. “But it’s true that now your legs are shaved, it suits you. The bathroom is the door on the left, downstairs.”

I went down. I had to piss so badly and it was so hard to hold the dress up that I just pulled the bikini bottoms down and sat. With the bikini around my ankles I saw the stain I’d left. I pulled them back up and stood in front of the mirror. With not a single hair left, my legs looked very good in that dress. With the waist pulled in, it almost seemed like I had a figure. I touched my nipples: they were swollen, and the area around them too, like two tiny breasts under the fabric. What am I thinking? What a stupid thing.

***

I went back up on deck. They were preparing dinner at a table on the other side. I went to help, walking carefully so as not to show anything, feeling the bikini rubbing between my buttocks.

“We only have food for three, calculated for the days left,” Bruna said. “And we’re only having salad and fish, nothing else. We’ll share with you, but you’ll be a bit hungry.”

“It doesn’t matter, really,” I said. “You saved me. And it won’t hurt to lose a couple of kilos.”

“It’ll do you good for when we reach the island,” Nika said, smiling. “Come on, sweetheart, sit with me.”

I didn’t understand the part about the island, but I obeyed without thinking.

“Here, drink,” Lena said, holding out another glass. “It’s hot and you’ve barely had anything.”

I drank avidly that strangely flavored water and sat down. They were talking about which of their dresses would suit me best tomorrow. Dinner was meager and I was left hungry. They served me more water and I kept drinking, stunned, saying nothing. Every time Bruna leaned over, she showed me her breasts; when Nika spoke, she pressed herself against me and drove her nipples into my arm.

I got hard again. With my cock tucked downward, the edge of the chair rubbed right on the tip. I started to move slowly to feel that friction. It didn’t get fully hard because of the position, but I was enjoying it too much. I glanced sideways at Nika: her left hand was under her skirt, inside her panties, her legs a little apart. She stopped talking and held my gaze.

“Not like that, sweetheart,” she said. “When you wear a dress, you do it like this. Look at Lena.”

Lena leaned back and her hand disappeared between her legs, under her skirt, moving in circles. Bruna lifted the hem and I saw she wasn’t wearing anything — of course, I had her panties on. Her sex had opened up and a large clitoris was being stroked in circles. The wetness was escaping from her the same way mine was trapped in the panties. She was moaning softly, faster and faster.

“See, sweetheart?” Nika said, lifting her skirt too and pulling her yellow bikini aside. She was soaking wet. “Don’t you want to do it too? You’ll like it, Adri...”

“I’ll help you, love,” Bruna said, standing up and moving behind me. My head was spinning. She lifted my skirt and I saw my shaved legs, soft, feminine, with the panties barely containing anything. “It’s done like this, in circles, stroking the little tip.”

She slipped her hand into my panties and her fingers reached the tip. Her touch was driving me crazy, and her breasts against my back even more. For some reason my cock wasn’t growing, it was almost shrinking, but those movements made my whole body shiver. I moaned along with Lena and Nika; our gasps mingled.

Lena started breathing harder, holding one breast from inside the dress. Nika copied her.

“Pinch your nipples like this, Adri,” she panted. “You’re going to love it.”

I obeyed without hesitation. They were still swollen, sore, unbelievably sensitive. Pinching them while Bruna stroked me like a woman was driving me crazy... crazy... fuck, I was about to come.

“Do you like it?” Bruna whispered in my ear. “Do you like being touched like a little girl?”

“Yes,” I shouted.

“Do you want to come?”

“Yes, please, keep going. I can’t take it anymore.”

Lena came in spasms and cries, letting out a little spurt.

“Are you going to come like them? Like a little girl?”

Nika grabbed my arm and, looking me in the eyes, started to come too.

“Yes, please... like them... I want to come...”

“Come, girl...”

And the spurts started to come out, soaking the panties, running down to my ass, while I moaned in spasms and pinched my nipples like the little girl they were, cup by cup, turning me into.