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Pinup, Terrace (Patreon)

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2026-09-06 22:41:54
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2026-09
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Summer is ending, but we still have nights that call for going out to enjoy the fresh air, don't you think? What do you think? She is abut to have some action, or she just enjoyed it and now she is relaxing? 😉By the way, she would be a nice mannequin, with that legs, a great pantyhose form, don't you think? 😈

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the medico had said, she must not smoke any more. At least not this special brand of cigarettes. But she had to. She had tried to stop, but she could not cope with the unrest. Smoking a cigarette gives her big and deep calmness and then she just holds still and enjoy a deep feeling of bliss, while just sitting there. or standing. She had this relationship with the boutique owner next door: she dressed in the latest attire of the store, smoke one cigarette, walked into the display and posed there, together with some real, yet life-like mannequin, pretending to be yet another display figure and enjoyed the beatitude of immobility ... This state of content usually lasted two or three days, and after a break of a few days, she dressed the boutique's window again. But since some time, the duration of this mannequin-periods increased! When she visited the doctor, the medico said, that her liver is damaged from the drug in the cigarette, so the drug takes effect longer and longer, as the ill liver needs more time to metabolize it. When she continues her routine as living mannequin, there will be some day, when she will remain immobile forever ... She tried to eep away from the boutqiue, the display and the cigarettes. But she enjoyed this blissful stiffnes way to much. She tried alcohol, but this damaged her liver even further. Then she took a decision. Last month she was almost permanently drunk, while she removed her last bonds to a normal live. Her car had become to old to drive years ago; the last few clothes had been given away. Her liver is as good as dead now. and she had saved three of the cigarettes. Now she is sober, all her body hair is is perfectly removed, her hair-do freshly done, her face made-up, her small flat terminates in a few days. Her decision is clear. She smoked all three cigarettes in a row; she inhaled each time deeply and kept the smoke inside some seconds longer, to get as much effect from it as possible. Now the last cigarette is almost finished. She feels the upcoming bliss and calmness. one last effort is needed. She will raise to her feet, walk over to the window of the boutique owner and strike her favourite pose as mannequin. Then she will stand there and keep the pose ... Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, her letter will arrive at the boutique owner; it contains a letter, telling the store manager, that she wants to be part of the shop's inventory as mannequin, and a delivery slip, declaring her a display object, which has by chance the same measurements and dress size like the former living mannequin :-) She raised to her feet. She tottered over to the window. She poses next to the window pane - the perfect location for a good mannequin. She took a deep breath of smoke-free air, then hold the breath. She blinked three times with the long lashes, then kept her eyes open. She becomes stiffer and stiffer, but she just feels the quietness, the calmness, the peace, the bliss of just being without any need, without any desire to do any move - or to think! and this time, this wonderful state will never end: the drug will not be metabolized and loose its effect, but remains in her body - till her body is completly hard and stiff plastic and she IS a REAL mannequin forever, her mind slowly drifting into beatific nirvana ...

window dressee

ich führe diese kleine Boutique. jah, ich hatte eine Nachbarin, die war recht hübsch, die hat mir einige Mal geholfen, das Schaufenster zu dekorieren! Hat dann immer so getan, als sei sie auch eine meiner Deko-Figuren und ist erst nach ein bis zwei Tagen wieder nach Hause gegangen! Die hat aber immmer geraucht, und dann ist sie an die Flasche geraten! Hat zuletzt gesoffen wie ein Loch, ist aber dann weggezogen! Nein, ich weiß nicht, wohin! Hat mir einen Brief geschickt und mir ein Abschiedgeschenk gemacht: eine echte Schaufensterpuppe, die aussieht wie sie selbst! Auf Ideen kommen die Leute, das glaubst du nicht! Jaja, diese Dekofigur sieht am lebendigsten aus von meinen Püppis, aber erst war sie recht unpraktisch: ein einziges Stück Plastik, keine Gelenke! Konnte ich gar nicht richtig umdekorierern! Ein ziemlich blödes Geschenk! Ich mußte erst Gelenke einsetzen lassen und ein Loch in ihre Wade bohren, damit die Stützstange von ihrer Standplatte sie auch gescheit aufrecht hält! Wollen Sie was kaufen? Nagut, stellen Sie sich neben die Puppe! -- This is some kind of "interview" with the boutique owner. I couldn't express her neglegance of the fate of her neighbor and the ignorance about the origin of her new mannequin other than in my native language - try your luck with translater tools and renate in your favourite language ...