Nelly: Swim Instructor Sex Doll — A Dive Into the Deep End

The Odd Arrival (And, Yes, Discreet Packaging)

There’s something almost comically surreal about waiting four weeks for a box you’re not supposed to talk about. Free international shipping, they say. Discreet packaging, too—like it’s some kind of secret agent parcel and not a 68-pound silicone sex doll named Nelly with “swim instructor” vibes. I remember eyeing the tracking updates and thinking: Is this really happening? Four weeks is just long enough for anticipation to morph into mild annoyance. Or maybe that’s just me.

When the box landed at my door, plain as unsalted crackers, there was a weird relief mixed with embarrassment (even if nobody saw). You know how people talk about unboxing experiences? This wasn’t that. It was more like wrestling a stubborn suitcase up three flights of stairs while praying no one asked questions.

Proportions… Because Numbers Matter?

Let’s get the stats out of the way since everyone seems obsessed with them. Nelly clocks in at 5 feet 4 inches tall (162 cm), which is taller than I expected for a sex doll. Not exactly towering but definitely present—especially when you’re trying to find closet space later on.

She weighs 68 lbs (31 kg), so moving her isn’t exactly effortless unless you count awkwardly dragging her by one leg as an acceptable method. Her bust comes in at 28 inches (C-cup territory), waist at 20.5 inches, hips at 36 inches—a classic “big boob” meets “skinny school girl” look that absolute sex dolls seem to love advertising. There’s even precise info on hole depth: vagina is 7.1 inches deep, anus is 6 inches—which feels both oddly clinical and vaguely hilarious when you read it on paper.

Movable Joints & Steel Skeletons: Not Quite Human

The steel skeleton with movable joints sounds impressive until you realize it means she’ll hold any pose… including ones that look like she fell off a trampoline mid-dive. Sometimes I’d try to set her up sitting casually on my couch and end up with limbs pointing in directions best described as interpretive dance.

Still—credit where it’s due—the flexibility does make things easier if you’re after variety or just want your swim instructor looking convincingly athletic for reasons I won’t speculate on here.

Silicone Realism vs Slightly Uncanny

I’ll admit it: touching high-end silicone is always strange at first. There’s this mix of realism and uncanniness; skin that feels soft yet somehow too perfect, breasts that are perky but never quite move like actual flesh would (gravity doesn’t apply in the world of absolute sex dolls). Sometimes I’d catch myself staring at those big boobs or fit legs thinking this is both impressive craftsmanship and deeply odd.

She has that white, young vibe—almost anime-adjacent but not quite cartoonish enough to be funny about it.

Unexpected Tangent: Closet Logistics

Here’s something nobody talks about: storage logistics for a full-size C-cup silicone sex doll who could pass as an extra from Baywatch if Baywatch was set in an uncanny valley version of Miami Beach.

Finding space for someone who stands over five feet tall isn’t simple unless your apartment has spare nooks meant specifically for storing lifelike swim instructors (mine doesn’t). Eventually I settled on keeping her behind some coats—out of sight but never fully out of mind. Every time I opened the closet there was this momentary jolt before remembering oh right, she lives here now.

Delivery Time vs Actual Anticipation

The processing time—three weeks plus another week for shipping—isn’t terrible compared to some custom orders out there but still manages to feel endless once you’ve clicked buy. Maybe because most purchases don’t require this level of commitment? Or maybe because every day spent waiting gives your brain more time to invent scenarios involving missed deliveries or nosy neighbors catching sight of a suspiciously large box labeled nothing-at-all.

By week two I started questioning whether anyone needs something this realistic—or if we’re all just playing along because marketing told us we should want “big ass” proportions wrapped around steel bones.

The Whole Experience… Sort Of

Using Nelly felt less like living out fantasies and more like bumping into the edges of my own expectations versus reality gap—a gap wide enough to fit several school girl uniforms through if you tried hard enough.

Sometimes she looked oddly comforting propped against my bed; other times she was just an expensive reminder that human connection can be simulated but never perfectly duplicated—not even by absolute sex dolls with meticulously measured holes and discreet packaging promises.

Anyway—I guess what sticks with me most isn’t any specific feature or stat sheet detail; it’s the peculiar normalcy these things start taking on after a few days in your home life routine. Like finding sand after leaving the beach—you forget how it got there but suddenly everything feels different anyway.

And yes—I still haven’t figured out where else to put her besides behind those coats.