US In Stock – 166cm/5ft5 D-cup Japanese Bubble Butt New Realistic Silicone Sex Doll – S32 Kitty: A Cautiously Optimistic Field Note

The Box Arrives (and, yes, It’s Heavy)

There’s a moment when you’re standing at your door, signing for a suspiciously large box, and you realize this is peak adulthood. If you're exploring authentic japanese sex doll, you'll find plenty of options worth considering. Or something much weirder. This was my introduction to the S32 “Kitty” — a 166cm Japanese sex doll with a bubble butt so hyped in the forums it almost felt like performance art.

The shipping was quick (US in stock actually means what it says, who’d have thought?), but let’s not pretend: maneuvering 31-ish kilos of silicone through a narrow hallway is not exactly dignified. My back still reminds me sometimes.

Details That Stick Out (Not All of Them Good)

I’ll say this: the first time you see her standing there (well—propped up with those standing feet without bolts), it’s uncanny. The natural skin tone is… well, natural enough that I caught myself apologizing when I bumped into her arm by accident.

Her brown eyes are spring-loaded and fixed in place, which sounds high-tech until you realize you can’t swap them out if you suddenly develop an obsession with blue-eyed dolls. One of those things nobody mentions until too late.

That bubble butt? It lives up to the legend. Gel ass and gel breasts together make for some very distracting evenings — or afternoons; time becomes weird around these things.

Skepticism Meets Squishiness

Let’s be honest here: I went in skeptical about all that “realistic feel” marketing speak. But then I actually poked her thigh and yeah… weirdly satisfying squish. Not TPE-level forgiving, though; silicone has its own rules. If you prod too hard (especially on the legs), little dents show up and hang around longer than they should—like awkward memories after a bad party.

Still, there’s something about how she holds shape that feels more… substantial? Even if slightly less forgiving than those older TPE models gathering dust under beds across America.

Oh—and articulated finger joints plus hard hands? Feels overkill until you try posing her for photos or just want her to hold onto something without flopping like a ragdoll from an old cartoon.

An Accidental Experiment in Loneliness

I remember thinking this would be purely practical—a product test, maybe even clinical curiosity about high-end silicone sex dolls (the lengths we go for research). But six days in and she’s quietly become part of my apartment landscape; always there, unblinking but somehow less judgmental than most humans I know.

It messes with your head a bit—the way she never shifts unless you move her yourself; never complains about your music taste or bad lighting choices during impromptu photo shoots. There were moments when I’d catch myself talking to her as if she might answer back (she doesn’t).

Unexpected Downsides & Small Realizations

Here’s one thing nobody tells you: getting clothes that fit right is trickier than expected. Bra size? She wears UK 30E apparently—took me three tries and two returns to get anything close to fitting properly over those gel breasts.

Also: cleaning is tedious business if you don’t want your expensive japanese sex doll turning into an accidental science project after a few weeks of neglect. Fixed vagina means commitment—you can’t just pop it out for easy washing like some other models allow.

But honestly? After lugging her around and trying every pose imaginable (“articulated fingers!” they said), I get why people rave on TDF forums about these Irontech silicone dolls being next-level quality—not perfect, but pretty damn close for anyone willing to overlook quirks like unchangeable eye color or occasional silicone dents.

A Tangent About Names

Weirdly enough—I never settled on calling her Kitty outside the order form; names started feeling silly once she was actually here taking up space beside my bookshelf. Maybe that’s part of the cautiously optimistic vibe this whole thing gives off: real enough to surprise me sometimes but artificial enough that naming feels unnecessary.

Anyway—if someone asks whether it was worth it? I’ll probably shrug and mention how soft those gel breasts are before remembering there are still socks somewhere under the couch from when I tried dressing her up last week…

And now she just stands there again—waiting for whatever comes next—which kind of sums up the experience better than any review score could manage.