Stella: Fitness Model Sex Doll — A Tired, Honest Walkthrough

I’ll just say it up front—writing about sex dolls wasn’t on my bucket list.

But here we are. You asked, I’m half-awake, and Stella (the fitness model sex doll) is staring at me from a browser tab like she knows I’d rather be napping. Anyway, let’s get into what actually matters if you’re even remotely curious about this E-cup, 5 foot 4 inch… person? Not person. You know what I mean.

The Details That Actually Stick Out (And Some That Don’t)

Yeah, the specs are everywhere online but they don’t really hit until you’re imagining yourself dragging an 88-pound blonde across your apartment floor because you can’t be bothered to lift properly after work. She’s athletic-looking—162 cm tall, which is pretty much average woman height—and her proportions scream “fitness model” in that slightly-too-perfect way: bust is 32 inches, waist 22.5 inches (that’s tiny), hips at almost 33 inches.

The steel skeleton thing means she bends and poses but also makes a weird clunk if you move her too fast. It’s not loud or anything—just… present.

Real Talk About Functionality (Because That’s What You Want To Know)

Vaginal depth? 6.7 inches. Anal? Same. Mouth goes to about 5.1 inches—don’t ask how they measure that; I didn’t want to know either.

All three options are there if that matters to you—and judging by the questions people leave on absolute sex dolls forums, it does matter a lot more than anyone admits out loud.

Shipping Stuff Nobody Warned Me About

This isn’t Amazon Prime speed here—you’re looking at three weeks before Stella lands at your door (2 weeks for them to process and build her up + another week in transit). Free international shipping though, which is nice because these things aren’t cheap. The packaging is so plain it’s almost suspicious—no logos or weird brand names screaming “sex doll inside!” Just a blank box that could hold basically anything except maybe a bicycle.

An Odd Moment of Reflection

Weirdly enough—I remember thinking this whole thing would feel sketchier than it did. The checkout process was straightforward; site looked legit; no one from customs called me asking awkward questions about synthetic companions. There was something strangely clinical about the whole experience… like ordering gym equipment but with more silicone and less cardio involved.

Something They Don’t Tell You In Ads

Here’s something odd: moving joints sound cool until you realize posing her takes actual effort and sometimes the arms flop back down if you don’t get them right the first time. No one ever mentions how much patience it takes just to get her sitting upright without toppling over sideways onto your bed or couch or whatever surface she ends up occupying for days because lifting her again feels like punishment for some unknown sin.

One Last Tangent Before My Brain Shuts Off

I keep seeing those keywords everywhere—E-cup TPE sex doll this, athletic blonde that—but what sticks with me isn’t any of those stats or measurements or whatever gets SEO clicks these days. It’s honestly just how surreal it all feels when you open up a totally normal box and there she is: silent as ever, ready to pose for photos or whatever else people do with their absolute sex dolls when nobody else is home.

Anyway—I need coffee before my brain completely checks out for the night. If there’s one thing I learned? These things are both exactly what they advertise and somehow weirder than expected once reality sets in.

That’s probably enough honesty for today.