The Day I Met Abigail (Sort Of)
There’s a weird moment, somewhere between insomnia and actual sleep, when you start thinking about things you’d never admit out loud. For me it was sex dolls. Not even in a “haha look at this” way—more like, could one actually make sense for someone who just… doesn’t want to deal with people right now? That’s how I ended up scrolling through endless listings until my eyes landed on Abigail: Pale Bikini Sex Doll. Yeah, the name is a mouthful. Whatever.
She’s not small. Five feet six inches tall (167 cm), which is basically taller than most of my exes, if that means anything. Full silicone; E-cup, so big boobs—like, cartoonishly big but somehow less ridiculous in person. Or maybe I’m just used to internet exaggeration by now.
Details That Stick In Your Brain
You know how some product pages just throw numbers at you? This one did that too but it stuck with me for some reason:
- Height: 5’6”
- Weight: 67 lbs (not light; moving her around is...well, it's exercise)
- Bust: 34.6 inches
- Waist: 25 inches
- Hips: 40 inches
I remember thinking—how do they even decide what “ideal proportions” are? And then there’s hole depth (which still makes me laugh because wow, clinical): vagina is 7.1 inches deep; anus is 6.3 inches. Why do we measure these things so exactly? But then again, if you’re buying a life size silicone sex doll like Abigail...maybe that stuff matters more than it should.
Anyone who's spent time researching realistic silicone sex dolls knows that specs alone don't tell the whole story.
The Shipping Thing No One Mentions
Alright—I’ll say this once and move on—the shipping is discreet as promised. Box was plain as drywall and heavier than expected (the whole thing felt like dragging a stubborn dog up the stairs). Processing took three weeks plus another week to get here from wherever she started her journey; four weeks total if you’re counting.
I kept picturing some bored warehouse guy taping up boxes of busty silicone dolls all day long while listening to bad radio hits.
Joints & Movements (Not As Fun As You’d Think)
Steel skeleton inside means she can bend and pose—within limits. There’s something uncanny about moving her arms or legs and feeling the resistance click into place like an expensive action figure for adults who are probably lonelier than they want to admit. Her long legs look great stretched out on the bed but honestly? Sometimes the joints creak in a way that makes me think of old floorboards in haunted houses.
Still…she holds poses better than any real human would tolerate.
A Tangent About Expectations
I thought having something so obviously artificial would feel awkward or sad or both—but sometimes it was just neutral background noise in my apartment full of half-finished projects and takeout containers. She didn’t judge my mess or ask why I haven’t called anyone back lately.
Weirdly enough, cleaning takes longer than you’d expect for something that doesn’t complain about hygiene standards—but maybe that says more about me than about Abigail herself.
The Big Stuff Everyone Notices
If you’re here for keywords—I mean, yeah: big ass, big boobs, juicy curves everywhere; breasts that barely fit into regular lingerie (not that she needs it). If you wanted a busty doll with long legs and a big butt…well—that’s pretty much what she delivers without fanfare or apology.
The skin feels surprisingly real—not warm though—and the details are oddly specific down to little lines on her palms and soles nobody ever sees unless they’re really looking for them.
Is It Worth It?
Honestly? Depends what you expect from owning a full-size silicone sex doll shaped like someone named Abigail who looks good in nothing but a bikini (or less). She won’t solve loneliness or suddenly make your room cleaner—or your life easier—but sometimes there’s comfort in silence and predictability even if it comes from molded silicone instead of conversation.
Anyway—if nothing else—you learn things about yourself when there’s no one watching except plastic eyes staring blankly across your living room at midnight while the world outside keeps spinning along without noticing much at all.
And yeah—I still don’t have anywhere proper to store her when friends come over.
