Northern Chill

“All right, everyone. That’s everything for today, and the summer. I want to thank everyone for their participation in the class this summer. I’ll be emailing your grades tonight and hope everyone does well in their pursuits this fall,” Denise called out to the group of early twenty year old men and women she was instructing over the summer. The dark haired woman drew on her past experience as a lifeguard to instruct the group on all the rules needed for working in the lifeguard field. They spent a majority of the time at a local beach with the last week spent indoors at a pool set aside specifically for her course work. ...

Denise stretched her arms high in the air as she finished dressing for the day ahead. Glancing at her reflection in a nearby mirror, the dark haired woman with blonde streaks in her locks smiled at what she saw. Wearing a red blouse that emphasized her bosoms, white shorts and black high heels, Denise figured she could draw the attention of any man who glanced her way even briefly. Alas, things were not looking that way as it was a fairly humdrum late summer morning for her and there was nothing much in her plans. ...

Geez, this kinda thing sucks. I enjoy working as a lifeguard but the work to stay in shape…sheesh… Rachel thought to herself as she pulled the left strap of her one piece red swimsuit over her shapely figure. After adjusting the suit so she didn’t have an obvious case of camel toe, the blonde haired woman headed to the bathroom to make a few make-up applications before heading out to join her fellow lifeguards. ...

The all women’s school known as Douglas Leblanc Academy had been operating for just over one hundred years and had garnered a reputation of being an excellent institution for preparing young women from high society to succeed in the world around them. However, the last decade or so had seen a decline in the number of women attending the academy and coupled with the rising costs of the operation, the days seemed numbered for the private learning facility. However, out of the blue, the Academy was saved from closure thanks to an infusion of funds from investors whose identities were known only to a select few. With that extra cash added to the coffers, a new crop of entrance level women joined the Academy and were excited at the opportunity to attend the academy. ...

Continues from part one Huh…huh…that was quite…mmm…quite the workout…didn’t think it’d ever end… Bri thought as she entered the room assigned to her, unaware of what was transpiring elsewhere in the building. Without a moment of hesitation, Bri stripped off her clothes and went into the washroom for a hot shower. As the hot water streamed down her body, Bri mentally flashed back to her time in the exercise area with the other women and how sexy they looked stretching and jogging in place. Almost instinctively, Bri let her fingers wander downwards and she started stimulating herself as erotic visions filled her mind. ...

" Oh, man, I need a second cup of expresso this morning bad! " Nadine murmured as she drained the coffee cup in her right hand and prepared to pour herself a second helping of the imported Canadian blend expresso coffee she and her husband Jack both loved. " Before you dash out of here, could I talk to you for a minute or two about something important? Ummm, there’s no delicate way of bringing this up so I’m just going to say it. Over the last few weeks, you’ve been, well, more than a little frigid during the night. In fact, you’ve begged off every time I try to cuddle or try even a little, ummm, foreplay, " Jack said with a little hesitation but frustration evident in his voice. Nadine’s cheeks turned beet red in response to Jack’s declaration. " Hold the fuck on! You damn well know that I’ve been working my ass off trying to get that impression at work and haven’t been home until late every day of the last few weeks. I told you I was going to be a little tired from all this stress and you said you understood. Was all that just bullshit on your part when we talked about this? " the blonde haired woman exclaimed as she slammed her coffee cup down on the counter in unrestrained fury. " Don’t you give me that crap! You came home three nights ago with vodka on your breath and practically danced into the house twirling and spinning. Ten minutes later, after I put my hand on your thigh, you ran for the bathroom and spent an hour in there claiming you were on the verge of being sick. What the hell is up with that? " Jack roared back with his eyes wide and cheeks slightly reddened from the anger he was feeling and expressing. " I was sick that night! After you fell asleep, I went back to the washroom and, ummm, took care of things. As for the drinking, I had no choice! They held an impromptu executive meeting and the booze was being tossed back by everybody there. I want this promotion so bad for you and me that I would have downed a whole bottle of vodka that night if it meant a better life for us down the road, " Nadine exclaimed with tears welling up in her eyes. Seeing his wife growing distraught, Jack’s anger quickly melted away and he moved to embrace Nadine and reassure her with barely audible words. After the two kissed and shared a few words, they parted ways and went to get in their respective cars and head off for work. Settling behind the wheel for her silver BMW, Nadine watched as her husband pulled away in his black Audi and her sorrowful look quickly faded away as her husband faded from view. With a smug look becoming visible, Nadine drove out of the driveway and headed off in the opposite direction. “That idiot always melts when I sob or cry just a little! Man, I’ll be glad when the end of next week comes and I can finally tell this jerk that we’re through, once and for all!” Nadine thought to herself as she went over what had happened in the past that looked to be changing her life. At the annual Christmas party the company held, Nadine had met Ralph McEwen, the company vice president in charge of financial procurement. Nadine’s first reaction was to dismiss Ralph as a typical executive interested mostly in the expensive things he could get for himself and quick one night stands with women he had no real interest in. However, Ralph turned out to be much more than that and as they chatted over drinks at that party, Nadine discovered that Ralph cared about what she thought and avoided any of the cheesy lines usually offered by guys looking for one night stands. The dinner encounter led to other dates and overnight stays by the two in remote places to avoid tongues wagging and Nadine’s husband finding out about the affair. Over time, overnight flings led to weekend trips to resorts out of country that Nadine covered with Ralph by saying she had a convention or something similar. However, last week, Ralph had approached her when it was only the two of them left in the offices and suggested that the two of them take their relationship to a more permanent level. Ralph suggested that Nadine leave Jack and settle down with him in his private estate on the West Coast. Nadine shot down the suggestion as she wasn’t mentally ready to take that step as of yet but a few days after that meeting, Nadine found her mind wandering. Looking over at a sound sleeping Jack at night, Nadine came to the conclusion that spending the rest of her life with him was going to be boring and predictable at best. With Ralph, Nadine saw an opportunity to get a taste of the good life finally even if Ralph dumped her in a few years for somebody hotter and sexier than her. “Anything is better than spending the rest of my life worrying about the monthly bills and whether Jack will ever show any passion in the bedroom? Well, if Ralph plans things out right, I’ll never have to worry about those little things again!!” Nadine thought to herself as she motored along and mentally over a number of ways she could tell Jack that their marriage was over. However, when Nadine arrived for what was supposed to be a routine day of work, her receptionist told her that she was to go immediately to the executive boardroom where Ralph and the other company brass were to discuss an urgent matter. " Thank you for getting here so promptly, Miss Cross. To put your mind at ease, this is not a critical matter that I’ve summoned you to today but rather an event I think you’re going to be rather happy about the news I’m going to announce. After some negotiations on behalf of the company, I have managed to secure a weekend for all company executives and their respective spouses at a exclusive resort and outdoor activity area. The highlight of this meeting will be the announcement of three new locations we are planning to break ground on around the world. Now, due to the size and nature of this meeting, everyone attending has to get a mandatory physical conducted by the company physician. It’s strictly routine to make sure none of you are vulnerable to any of those nasty flu in the resort’s region. My secretary will be sending out emails to all of you before the end of the business day. Now, with that said, I believe Charles is going to show us some pictures of the resort we’re going to be going to, " the company CEO proclaimed happily before nodding to his vice president. “This is lousy timing, to say the least!! Christ, I can’t dump Jack as we’re sitting around a pool with the other execs and their significant others! I guess I’ll have to put on a happy face and tell Jack about this ‘wonderful’ trip we’re going to be taking,” Nadine mentally fumed as she accepted a folder from Charles that contained pictures and information about the retreat in question. ...

“…Sandy, c’mon! I promise, this will be the last place we’ll go into today. Remember, you’re the one who wants to add a little spice to our bedroom sensations, " a dark haired man called out to a red haired woman a short distance behind him with his voice lowering as she caught up to him. " All right, all right! Geez, Brad, I mentioned this as something to think over but I didn’t know you were so determined to do this right now, " Sandy replied even as she gave her husband of six months a sly wink. " Yeah, yeah, let’s just go in this place and see what they have, " Brad muttered as he opened the door to SEXY FUN and ushered his wife inside. The two saw that the inside of the shop was much more spacious than either of them would have expected. In some ways, it was reminiscent of a novelty shop that sold a variety of items with big promises. " Look at this one, honey. ’ The Changer’ - touch the nozzle to the back of your lover or special someone and change him or her into any object you want for sixty minutes. It looks like a vacuum cleaner nozzle except that it has a few expensive looking gems at the narrow end, " Brad remarked with a skeptical look on his face. " Hmmm, ya know, I’d suspect all of this was a scam or something like that but there’s a note here saying a DVD can be requested from the clerk at the counter that shows testimonials by past customers as well as a demonstration of the item in question. Hey, this one is labeled ‘Curves Away’ and looks like a fountain pen. According to the description, you touch the end of the pen to a man or woman and the person transforms into a two dimensional version of themselves for 24 hours. Think how much we can save on airfare if we use this for that European vacation you’ve been talking about! " Sandy said wryly. " Yeah…. ohh, nope, see the fine print? Any attempts to transport the subject beyond the registered home of the purchaser will result in the subject returning back to normal and voiding any and all future use of the item in question. Looks like the owner wants to keep things like this low key and home use only, " Brad intoned as his eyes scanned over the shelves around them for anything that looked out of the ordinary and cool in appearance. After looking over bottles, tubes and other sundries, Brad spotted something that looked like a sex toy but he figured was much more. " The ’ Vivacious Vibrator ’ is an item that will turn the user into an incredibly realistic blow-up sex doll that will satisfy both the transformed and their sexual partner. The doll is easily transformed back to human form with another insertion of the item into its vaginal opening. More detailed instructions and warranty information are available at time of purchase. Hmmmm….. " Brad murmured as he read the item description before handing the package to Sandy. “Hmmm, I have been fantasizing about being transformed into a love doll temporarily and being used for lots of hot fucking over and over! Maybe this is just the thing for me to satisfy that naughty dream and make sex with Brad that much more interesting….” Sandy thought to herself as she nodded silently in response. As for Brad, a small part of his mind was already trying to visualize Sandy as an inflatable love doll and judging by the noticeable bulge in his groin section, it was not an unpleasant vision. A few minutes later, Brad and Sandy had taken the magical vibrator, along with what looked to be the stand for a mannequin that could be used to transform a subject into a plastic mannequin or other store display fixture depending on the settings, up to the cash register where they stood behind a couple who looked to be buying some sort of remote that could be used to turn a subject into an obedient robot for a limited time. After waiting a short period of time, Brad and his wife were standing in front of a cash register that looked to be manned by an older model from the sixties dressed quite casually with bright orange suspenders with a number of items around it that looked to be of the same age. " Hello, you two, and what can I do for you today? Hmmm, interesting choices you’ve made there. Could you step over to the side for a minute or two so I can discuss some of the features of the items you’re looking to buy. By the way, my name is Bert. Ernie, my partner, is in back trying to find an item that was specially requested by a couple earlier today. It seems one of them wants to be able to change into a giant yellow bird for an hour or so and only on weekday mornings. A bit strange but considering my business, not my place to judge, " the store owner uttered as he motioned Brad and Sandy to stand over to the right while he put a BACK IN FIVE MINUTES sign on the counter next to the cash register. " Ok, lemme go over a few things with you two so you understand completely what you are buying here. First, both items will transform a person into a very realistic inanimate object and the person can be changed back by switching the setting from plus to minus. With the stand, there are a total of five different settings for the display form you want to be changed into. Everything from mannequin to bra form and all other fixtures you see in a store can be the result when the stand is done. As for the other item, I’ll outline a few things for you to understand. First, the vibrator will indeed turn you, young lady, into a very realistic love doll and for both of you to experience maximum pleasure from this, I would suggest that the change take place during the, uhhh, foreplay part of your intimacy. Once the change has occurred, the woman will see and experience everything from an inflatable doll’s perspective. To change her back, you just have to insert the vibrator into the doll’s vagina and activate it at the proper setting and latex and rubber becomes flesh and blood before ya know it! " Bert intoned smoothly in a tone that indicated he had discussed this kind of subject many, many times in the past. " Yep, it sounds like what we’re looking for and more. Tell me, though, something that is, well, rather important to me and my husband. When I’m in this doll form, can it be punctured or ripped if it comes in contact with something sharp? I don’t want to do this and wind up a flat piece of latex and stuff for the rest of my life, " Sandy murmured even as she envisioned what she might look like as a blow-up doll and what it might be like for Brad to use her in that state. " Oh, don’t worry about that happening. The energy responsible for the change also makes you impervious to punctures or anything like that. Oh, I should mention that for a small amount of money, you can buy an additional part that will allow the doll to talk and move around after transformation. Now, I should mention that the doll’s voice will be, ummm, high pitched and squeaky sounding and the doll’s walking will be, well, a little on the awkward side. Nevertheless, I think it is a fantastic addition to what you are buying and could add a new level to the pleasure both of you experience. Shall I add it to your other purchases? " Bert said and looked at both Brad and Sandy as he talked. Brad glanced briefly in Sandy’s direction, saw her briefly shake her head and knew what the decision was going to be. " Ummm, we’re going to pass on the extra thing for now. Tell me, though, about something I’m kinda curious about. When my wife is in her doll form, can she be deflated and stored in a box for a short period of time? She, ummm, also has a fascination with being flattened or thinking she is flat as a sheet of paper or something like that, " he said with a slight red tinge appearing on his cheeks as he spoke. " Oh. Uhhh, yes there is but there is a good and bad side to that particular step. You see, your wife, while in doll form, is extremely sensitive to any and all touches, caresses and poking of its hollow body. If you want to heighten this enjoyment to a level beyond your greatest expectations, deflate the doll completely and reinflate it afterwards. I guarantee you both will view this wrinkle as something you will never forget! Now, the bad part is that since the original maker of this device never planned for this action, I should tell you that deflation followed by inflation will void the warranty on the product. Do you both understand this? I can’t stress the latter part more strongly, " Bert said smoothly though a mixture of melodrama was evident as he mentioned the latter aspect. " Ummm, yeah, yeah, we understand. Oh, about the stand. Is there something that allows the transformed display form to move around afterwards? We were thinking…. " Brad replied and quickly changed the subject to keep Sandy from asking any more questions. ...

(story continues from Night of the Living Dolls Chapter 10: A fight unlike any other) Author’s note: This is a serial that is a mixture of humor and horror that revolves around the “end of the world " idea. There are scenes of sexuality, profanity and mild violence so if this bothers you, please move onto the nearest G rated story. Otherwise, enjoy! Chapter 11: Games and Action and Dolls, oh my! ...

With the morning sun shining through her bedroom window, Fujiko slowly pulled herself into an upright position on her bed and rubbed her eyes gently with her hands. The Asian beauty had been working as a pole dancer at a local night club the previous two nights and the energy she had expended had left her more than a little drained. Rubbing her right hand through her hair, Fujiko climbed out of bed and made her way to the bathroom where she disrobed and took her daily shower. A short time later, with a towel wrapped around her head, Fujiko headed back to her bedroom to get dressed and head out for a photo shoot she was working at that afternoon. Fujiko had done several lingerie shoots in the past but this was the first time she had worked with this particular photographer. ...

If it got right down to it, Wendy would rather have been anywhere in the world rather than sitting in a stuffy lawyer’s office. The blonde haired woman had spent most of her adult life partying at all the trendy night spots and having wild sex with every good looking man that came with her line of sight (and a few women as well). Wendy was able to afford her wild lifestyle thanks to her parents multi millionaire status with her father owning three largest adult entertainment companies in North America and her mother owning several luxury resorts in Europe and Asia. However, one of the responsibilities Wendy was forced to endure was the acknowledgment of her heritage and at the present, that meant sitting in a room surrounded by people of various ages dressed in black as they waited for a will to be read. “Geez, all these sobbing and whiny people are so annoying! I mean, a few of them smell like they’ve got one step in the grave already! I wish that lawyer would hurry up and get in here so I can get out of these stuffy clothes and dress for some fun tonight. That hot looking guy from the West Coast said he’d be in the area until Sunday and I wanna see if he’s as hot looking off the dance floor as he is on it. Mmmmm….” Wendy thought to herself and would have excused herself to go off to the bathroom and “amuse” herself at that moment. However, that idea was dashed when the door to the room opened and a gray haired man dressed in a dark blue suit and carrying a folder entered and quickly took a seat behind the desk at the front of the room. “Ladies and gentleman, I will now read the last will and testament of Connie Jackson, who was declared deceased after going missing a year ago while vacationing in northern Canada. Connie was 37 at the time of her disappearance and had prepared this will approximately six months before her disappearance. The bulk of her estate, 1.2 millions dollars, is bequeathed to the Save the Wild Beaver foundation located in Europe and North America. Besides that, there are several individual items she wished to leave specifically to relatives she felt close to and deserved the item in question. The only other item the will mentions specifically is her parting words to all those assembled here today: ‘Live your life to the fullest and not as a pale hollow shell of life that society wants you to be. Cherish what you have today and don’t let the hot air of know-it-alls dictate your life.’ With that, the will reading is concluded,” the lawyer intoned as he read the paper in front of him. After a few seconds of silence, the assembled people started to stand up and chat among themselves with a few venturing towards the lawyer to see if their names were mentioned for individual bequests. At this point, Wendy contemplated leaving and waiting for the lawyer to call or send her a letter regarding what if anything she was left. However, noticing that most people approaching the lawyer seemed to leave disappointed, Wendy decided to find out right and then and confidently strode up to the lawyer to make the request. “Ahhh, Miss Bennett, I was hoping we might be able to talk today. According to the will instructions, your late aunt left you one of her most prized possessions: a silver trunk that contained some of the most prized personal items Miss Jackson had collected over the years. Per her instructions, the trunk has been remain secured and you are given the only key that will open the trunk. This address is where you can pick up the trunk and, oh, one other thing: it seems there is a standing offer by a man named Gerald Telford that you can sell him the trunk for a sum of hundred thousand dollars providing you do NOT open the trunk and examine the contents at all. With that, here is your key,” the lawyer intoned and handed Wendy a gold and brass key along with a piece of paper containing the address in question. “A hundred thousand for something I don’t even really want? Hmmm, it’s tempting but I’ll never know what Auntie Connie had stashed away in a trunk. Geez, this is so hard,” Wendy thought to herself as she took a seat in her car and played with the key she had just received. As she drove her silver BMW down the road and back to the condo she owned, Wendy pondered her options with an occasional glance at the key she had tossed on the dashboard. A short time later, Wendy stopped her car at a four way intersection with the road to the right leading back to home. Glancing at the address on the paper, Wendy figured going left would take her to the location of the trunk in just under twenty minutes or so. After a few moments of silent contemplation, Wendy flicked on her turn signal and headed left to what she hoped would be a detour well worth taking. ...

Paula bounced down the stairs as she prepared to spend a night by herself at her home with a couple of DVD’s, a big bag of double buttered popcorn and a pitcher of home brewed light beer sitting on her kitchen counter. The sandy brown haired woman, who worked as a real estate agent during the day, had finalized her divorce a few months ago and was quite satisfied with the results. Her ex-husband, Bob Pearlson, had been married to her for five years during which time the couple had amassed two houses, three cars and several bank accounts that held sizable amounts of money. However, the marriage came to a screeching end when Paula came home one day to find Bob in bed with Janice Laughlin, a high school rival of Paula who was rumored to have had a desire for Bob that never went away. After that, Paula filed for a quick divorce and got most of the property, money and other assets in the settlement. Of course, she was smart enough to make sure that her own affair with Manuel De Le Costa, the gardener who was living in the country illegally, was not revealed. Unfortunately for Paula, after the divorce was finalized, Manuel was deported back to his native country of Canada which meant Paula had a lot more time to spend by herself. After bringing her food into the living room, Paula started to look through the stack of DVDs sitting on a coffee table near the TV. " Hmmmm, let’s see, what shall I put in first? ’ Sleepless in Soo St. Marie ’ ? …..Nahh, too dull……. ’ Magnificent Seven Lumberjacks? ’ …….too corny….. hmmm….. ’ Air Prague ‘….. the story of the building of the world’s largest air force set against a couple’s desire to have the most exotic sex life they can imagine…. ooohh… sounds steamy, " Paula said as she popped open the last DVD case and slid the disc into her home entertainment center. The first promo for a movie coming soon to DVD titled ‘Lord of the Rings: Golum’s Twin Brother’s Vengeance’ was just starting to show when Paula’s cell phone started to ring. Somewhat annoyed by the poor timing for the call, she clicked off the player and made her way back to the kitchen. “Hello, Paula. What are you doing tonight?” a gravely, strange voice said when Paula clicked on her phone. “Hanging up on weirdos! Bye!” Paula snapped as she clicked off her phone and put it back on the counter. She had contemplated changing her cell phone after her divorce had finalized to avoid any hassles with Bob but she figured he wouldn’t bother her through a fairly private number. Obviously, he had given her number to some wacko friend of his for a laugh and the fact the phone rang again before she got back to the living room irritated her even more. “Look, I don’t know who you are but you and Bob are in a lot of trouble if you are who I think you are!” Paula said with her voice showing her irritation. “Oh, Paula, I thought you were smarter than that. No, I’m the person who’s going to give you a whole new perspective on life. This new view will prove to be quite the change for you, I think…… " the person on the other end replied. As if this conversation was taking place as part of a cheesy horror movie, the last word the caller uttered coincided with the lights and all other electrical devices in the house shutting down. “What the fuck…..?” Paula started to say as she was startled by the darkness that descended around her. She wanted to shout into the phone but the call had ended with no dial tone audible whatsoever. Panic starting to grip her, Paula desperately tried to call the police with her phone but it had stopped working altogether. “I’m getting the fuck outta here!!!” Paula screamed as she threw the phone on the floor and scrambled towards the front door of her home. With tears starting to trickle down her face, she fumbled in the darkness for several seconds to unlock the door before finally achieving her goal. She threw the door open and was confronted by a figure that appeared to be dressed in an all black outfit from head to toe and was carrying what looked to be a pink and yellow rope in his left hand. “Come here, sweet thing! I’m here to make you into something I can toy with!!!” the figure exclaimed as it reached towards Paula with its right hand. “NNNOOOO!!!!!” Paula shrieked as she staggered backwards and evaded the clutches of the menacing figure. Letting out a piercing scream, she scrambled in the direction of the stairs to her left to run upstairs and lock herself in her bedroom. Paula managed to make it halfway up before she felt something wrap itself around the lower part of her right leg that stopped her in her tracks. Looking behind her, she saw that the rope she had spotted moments earlier in her attacker’s hand was responsible for her arrested movement with its owner at the bottom of the stairs. “Sorry, my sweet little lady, but you can’t run from me and your destiny. If you look close at your leg, you’ll see what I…. OOOOFFFF!!!!” the menacing figure chortled before suddenly tumbling backwards as a result of a kick to the chest originating from Paula. “Fuck you and your fucking destiny, you bastard!!!” Paula screamed and turned to head back up the stairs. However, she found that her right leg wouldn’t move at all! Looking down, she saw that the rope was still wrapped around her leg tightly but when she tried to pull it away from her leg, Paula discovered, to her horror, that one end of the rope had actually embedded itself into her and the surrounding skin seemed to be taking on an artificial appearance. “What’s the matter, Paula? Do you see something shiny in your future? I could…. URGGHHH!!!!” the figure exclaimed before another kick, hitting the chin this time, sent the interloper back to the bottom of the stairs once again. “I said, FUCK YOU!!!” Paula shrieked as she turned and staggered upwards even as she futilely tried to pry the rope stuck into her with her right hand. She managed to stumble into her bedroom which luckily was the closest room to the stairway and slammed the door closed behind her. “This has gotta be some kind of bad fucking nightmare! I watched too many bad horror flicks and fell asleep on the couch! Ughh, this fucking rope won’t come loose!” Paula stammered as she locked the door and hobbled over to her bed with her right hand still trying to pull the rope stuck into her. It was at this point that she started to feel a little weak in the knees and abruptly sat down on the edge of her bed to catch her breath. “Easy does it, Paula. Just take a few deep breaths and relax. Before you know it, you’ll be waking up…. FUCK OFF!! YOU’RE JUST A BAD DREAM!!… I… .uhhhhh…… " Paula said softly out loud before her voice jumped into a scream again when she heard thumps at her bedroom door that sounded like her assailant was trying to break down her door. As she continued to scream, Paula failed to notice that her voice was dropping noticeably in volume and she was starting to sag backwards on the bed. A minute or so later, the pounding on Paula’s door went silent though the owner of the bedroom didn’t seem as concerned as she was a short time ago. The brown haired woman was lying on her bed with her arms laying outwards from her relaxed body and her expression was now one of odd contentment and not fear. The rope attached to her leg no longer seemed to bother her in the slightest and when the power came back on in her home, Paula made no movement to call the police about the intruder and continued to lie on the bed with an odd contented moan coming from her. When the bedroom light flicked on and the bedroom door slowly creaked open, Paula remained relatively still though a closer look at her face would reveal to an onlooker that something VERY strange was happening to her. Her eyes seemed to be taking on a distant look with the pupils fixed in a staring way. Paula’s cheeks appeared to take on an artificial looking reddish color to them and there was no sign of her teeth or tongue in her mouth. With the odd glossy look to her entire body and what looked to be seams on her arms and legs, it looked like Paula was being turned into an inanimate object. Looked like……. ...

Liang looked out over the boat’s stern and marveled at how calm the water was just one day after the fierce tropical storm that blew through the area. Pieces of driftwood floating by were the only indication of the turmoil from the previous night as the yacht Liang was on bobbed up and down gently on the waves. She stood staring out at the tranquility for several minutes before going back inside the yacht to her cabin. Liang took off her cotton top and shorts followed by her underwear which she laid on her bed. She then put on a very revealing one piece blue swimsuit that left her breasts bare. Liang looked down at the picture of her husband Bob and smiled as she thought over the events of the past week. She had come home one night to find him in bed with what he thought was another woman. The look on his face when he jumped to his feet and she saw that what she was another woman was in fact one of those inflatable dolls was priceless to say the least. He had spent the the next two days trying to get her to forgive him and had arranged for the two to fly down to his private island for some fun in the sun. However, right now, Bob was on the island talking to the manager of one of his companies back on the mainland. If there was a failing of Bob’s, it was that he spent far too much time doing business and not enough having fun and taking time to enjoy his wealth. As Liang went up on the main deck of the yacht and headed towards the stern, she resolved that today she would have fun and later on they both would have fun if she had to fire his laptop and cell phone into the ocean. The dark haired beauty strapped a knife and scabbard to her right leg and put a set of swim fins on. Liang then strapped an air tank on her back and fitted her diving mask over her face. She took a long look towards the home where Bob was in on the island before sitting on the edge of the boat and dropping into the inviting ocean water below. Once underwater and properly oriented, Liang fitted her breathing device into her mouth and slowly descended into the depths of the ocean where she slowly swam aiming a powerful underwater flashlight at the various sights that interested her. She saw many species of fish which she had only read about in books or seen in ocean documentaries. Her heart skipped a beat as she thought she saw a large shark on the edge of her field of vision swimming in a circle. She mentally sighed in relief when the shark swam off without moving close to her. Liang felt an intense sense of pleasure as she swam lazily around the pools of fish and coral that was visible in this relatively shallow ocean area. She felt the pleasure growing stronger by the second accompanied by a general feeling of lightness that seemed to be spreading through her body. After several more minutes during which the feelings intensified, Liang decided to head to the surface slowly as she figured she was experiencing the ’ bends’, an ailment common to divers who ascend or descend too quickly. Once she reached the surface, Liang swam over to the yacht and slowly climbed the ladder dangling on the side of the boat. When she stood on the deck, Liang abruptly sat down for a few minutes breathing deeply from her air tanks via her mouthpiece until she felt better. She then took off the air tank and mouth piece before taking the wheel of the yacht and slowly steering it to shore. When the yacht was moored, Liang stepped out onto the deck carrying her swim fins while leaving her air tank behind on the boat. She walked the length of the dock a little unsteadily as the feelings she had experienced underwater returned as strong as they were before. The black haired beauty decided to walk along the edge of the beach for a while until the feelings passed. ...

It was quiet outside the massive Fuzzy Wuzzy theme park save for the sounds of the rides creaking slightly and scrap paper being blown around by the breeze that blew through the otherwise deserted entertainment area late on a summer night. The flickering neon light above the locked entrance gates illuminated a mostly deserted parking lot with no sign of activity anywhere. Seconds later, the quiet was shattered by the roar of powerful motors as ten vehicles drove into the parking lot at very fast speeds. Overhead, three jet black helicopters came into view shining powerful searchlights into the interior of the amusement park. As the ground vehicles came to halt, numerous figures poured out of them with voices emanating from all around. “Squad # 1, open up the gates. Squad # 2, follow number # 1 into the park and neutralize any visible opposition. # 3, 4 and 5, I want you to approach from the other directions of the park but do not enter until you hear from me to do so. # 6 and 7, establish a perimeter here and coordinate any air support we may need. Everyone else, stay sharp and prepare for deep penetration., " Delilah, head of the CAT squad, called out to her latex clad subordinates who immediately moved into the requested positions. At the same time….. Herschlinger ran his hands down the smooth plastic form of his favorite item to admire and caress. Jane Steele had been a thorn in his side in the past particularly when his bases in Europe and South America were destroyed in raids led by her and those wretched CAT squad bitches. However, she had been betrayed by a colleague and been transformed into an inanimate display mannequin. As the evil criminal mastermind traced his fingers across the glossy breasts and over the blemish free shoulders of the dummy, he wondered if he should bother inventing an antidote to reverse Jane’s condition sometime in the future. “Hmm… maybe after my plans for world domination have been achieved, I’ll change her back just to show her how the world has changed. Of course, I could just have her disassembled and sold off as parts to window display managers. Decisions, decisions… " Herschlinger muttered as he continued to look over the contours of his prize. He was debating what to dress the mannequin when he heard a cough emanate from behind him at the far end of the room. Herschlinger turned to see a subordinate, dressed in the red uniform for the intelligence section, standing in the doorway with a slightly reddened face. “Ummm.. sorry to bother you, sir, Herschlinger, but there’s a disturbance at our West Coast facility. Several vehicles and airborne units are in close proximity to it with our surveillance cameras picking up numerous individuals approaching on foot from three different sides. Do you have any orders with regards to our people at that base or in the area?” the man asked his superior, who quickly got down from the oversized display case and walked over to a nearby desk which had several active computer monitors sitting on it. After tapping on one of the keyboards rapidly for a minute or two causing several images to flicker on the monitor in front of it, Herschlinger turned to his subordinate with a stern look on his face. “Notify the base to activate the special defense force and tell them to lock down all entrances to the base. Contact the base chief and tell her I want to talk to her NOW!” the criminal mastermind barked at the trembling man in front of him. The subordinate hurried off to carry out his orders leaving Herschlinger to stare at the images flickering on the computer monitor. Meanwhile…. The doors swung smoothly open and three members of the CAT squad silently moved forward into the deserted park. After twenty feet or so, the trio squatted down next to one of the many booths that lined the area next to the rides. Flipping down their night vision goggles, they looked around for anything out of the ordinary that would indicate their presence had been detected. The squad leader Bonnie looked towards the northern part of the area and saw several figures moving towards them though the shapes indicated they were no more than a foot or so tall. Motioning to the squad behind them to fan out to the right, Bonnie turned to her squad members Lisa and Diane and gestured via hand signals to prepare for a fire fight. The two squads silently checked their weapons to make sure they were ready before advancing up towards the center of the park. They had reached the halfway point to the center of the park when they heard noises emanating from the left and right of their positions. Peering around, they saw the bizarre sight of what appeared to be stuffed animals moving towards them on both sides. Knowing that Herschlinger often used appearance as a camouflage to lethal weapons, Bonnie motioned to the others to begin fire in five seconds at the approaching toys. Exactly five seconds, a barrage of lethal gunfire erupted from the CAT squad’s location centering on the advancing stuffed toys. Almost instantly, the toys were destroyed by the attack sending bits of stuffing everywhere on the ground in the air. However, at that same moment, the ground behind them exploded from the impact of a missile hitting it. The squad members turned to several giant stuffed giraffes lumbering towards them with what looked like missiles in their mouths. “TAKE THE GIRAFFES DOWN!!!” Bonnie yelled to her fellow CAT members as she pulled out a hand grenade and hurled it towards the menacing toys. Seconds later, several grenades followed hers and the lethal giraffes exploded sending showers of fur and bits of metal everywhere. However, before the women could resume their maneuvers towards the center of the park, the squad on the side opposite were hit from above by a large amount of what looked liquid white caramel. Before the women could react to the spray, it hardened almost immediately creating a bizarre black latex/white caramel tableau. “CAT Squad 1 to Head Pussy… kittens are down.. we need reinforcements now! Repeat.. kittens are down..!” Bonnie yelled into her walkie talkie as she scrambled for cover from the caramel missiles along with the squad members that were still mobile. Outside the park….. “Damn!” the blonde haired CAT Squad leader who was known as Head Pussy shouted when she got Bonnie’s message of coming under fire. She sprinted over to one of the vehicles that were under her command, an armored personnel carrier (or APC for short) where one of the Squad reserve members sat ready at the wheel. “I want all vehicles to be ready to go into the park on my signal! I’m signaling the choppers to go in for ground support now. Once they do their strike, be ready to move!” Head Pussy yelled out to the driver and the vehicles around it. She then motioned one of her subordinates to bring her mobile communications link over. “Attention, all CAT Squad leaders! Proceed into the park and lay down suppression fire on any targets that become visible. Squads 4 and 5, move towards squads 1 and 2 without delay and get them out of the line of fire. If anything inside looks out of the ordinary, take it out! Move in now!” the Cat Squad leader exhorted into the headset mike. She then made a circular motion with her right hand to the idling choppers followed by a gesture towards the park. Head Pussy watched with satisfaction as the choppers took off majestically towards the enemy positions followed shortly thereafter by loud explosions going off around the park. “I love the smell of burning cotton candy at night…” she muttered as she watched the night sky light up with flash after flash…. Below the park…. The shower water flowed across the auburn haired woman’s body trickling across her pert bosoms and down her lithe body. Since Jill Williams had secured herself financially by turning traitor against her former CAT Squad employers, she had journeyed to the four corners of the globe on various tasks for her new employer Herschlinger. At the present, she was assigned to oversee this relatively minor base of the criminal mastermind. After a day or two at the underground base, Jill realized that the only thing remarkable about the base was that it was being used to store large quantities of the Dollmaker chemical in liquid form. Jill had been notified of Herschlinger’s ultimatum and knew her former CAT Squad comrades might trace some of the chemical back to the base so she put her forces on high alert status and deployed Herschlinger’s unusual elite guards above ground. BOOM!! The shower stall reverberated with the vibrations of explosions on the surface level causing Jill to drop her soap as she struggled to maintain her balance. When she stood back up, the monitor that was built into the shower wall had activated on its own and the grim face of Herschlinger stared at the nude body of Jill with no reaction whatsoever. “Mr. Herschlinger… I was just going to contact you… it seems there’s a bit of a disturbance in the theme park. It’s probably just some teenagers with firecrackers. I’m sure it’ll…” Jill started to sputter before falling silent by an angry gesture from her boss. “That little ‘disturbance’, as you call it, is your former employers attacking the park with a small army and firepower to back it up. I would suggest you marshall your forces together and prepare for the siege that is coming…. oh, and maybe get dressed at the same time,” Herschlinger said while stroking his pet cat Ramses, who looked far angrier than its’ owner. Before Jill could reply, the screen went dark with the organization logo of a capital H with a silver dagger depicted going through the center and the backdrop of a green Earth and pyramid appeared on the screen. Just then, another loud explosion rumbled through causing dust to fall around the dark haired woman as she grabbed a towel and started wiping herself off. Jill walked over to her nearby bed where she quickly strapped on her newest acquisition: a black leather panty of sorts with silver studs that covered her pussy completely. She then headed over to a nearby console to talk to her lieutenants before heading out into the fray. At that moment…. The ferris wheel went up with a mighty BOOM!! followed quickly by the merry go round as the choppers hovered overhead. Head Pussy, who had moved into the park as the action proceeded forward, ducked into her vehicle temporarily as bits of plastic horses rained down around her. Once the debris cleared away, she stepped back out and moved to the area where the CAT Squad members first encountered resistance. She saw some of the technicians were at work with laser torches carving through the caramel that had entombed several agents earlier. As the leader moved forward, she saw her trained agents moving quickly to the edge of the crater where ropes were being thrown down all around the edges and stun grenades were being lobbed into the interior. Shaking her head at the carnage, Head Pussy moved over to where one of the Cat Squad leaders was standing directing her members in support fire. “Get your people inside the base as quick as possible, Agent Franklin! I don’t want Herschlinger’s people to get a moment’s chance to release the contaminant into the surrounding neighborhood. Make sure all your squad members have their XN29 guns fully loaded and remember to keep moving forward at all times. I don’t want anybody getting pinned down and hassled by the base troops. If you spot Jill Williams, I want that bitch alive….. do NOT direct lethal fire towards if she is sighted. Best of luck, Franklin!” the Cat Squad leader said to Bonnie, who nodded in understanding. Seconds later, the black latex clad women started rappelling downwards as Head Pussy stood a short distance from the opening as flames shot upwards from inside it. Looking around at the carnage and the stream of people running in all direction, Head Pussy hoped that the base could be captured with minimal bloodshed and it would lead her one step closer to stopping Herschlinger once and far all….. 45 minutes later….. A grey metal door slid open and Jill Williams staggered inside the room coughing loudly as she did with the door closing behind her. She quickly stepped out of her torn and mostly destroyed clothing leaving her naked save for the black and silver leather panty and belt combo she wore across her waist area. Looking at a monitor that projected a close circuit camera feed from the main area of the base, Jill saw the battle for base was all but over. There were unconscious and dead CAT Squad members all over the base but there were many more still fighting and overwhelming the remaining base defenders. Jill saw a silver and black net shoot out from one of the Squad member’s guns that enveloped three of Jill’s troops. A second or two later, all three twitched and writhed from the powerful electrical charge delivered to them via the netting’s circuitry. The three then fell to the floor unconscious as the Squad member moved on shouting to another team mate to ’ start looking for the traitorous bitch Jill! ‘. Jill shuddered as she recalled how she managed to fight off two Squad members in close combat herself before clubbing her opponents into unconsciousness. Looking around, she knew it was only a matter of minutes before her former team mates would get to where she was and take revenge for her part in Jane Stele’s disastrous mission recently. Not bothering to grab a piece of clothing to cover up with, she grabbed a small hand gun and sprinted for the back of the room. The brunette leaned up tightly against a smooth white metal plate so that her face was pressed firmly against it. A few seconds later, a bright red light swept across her face accompanied by low level humming emanating from behind the wall. Jill stepped back and saw a section of the wall slide away revealing a long passageway behind the plating. Hearing people starting to beat on the door leading to her area, Jill stepped into the passageway with a smug feeling that she had escaped her former colleagues’ wrath with ease. Heading quickly down the passageway, Jill quickly got to the end where it opened into a larger area that contained a set of railway tracks leading off in the distance and sitting on the tracks was what looked like a combination of a caboose and monorail car. Nodding in satisfaction, Jill moved to a number pad where she punched in a four digit combination before stepping back and looking towards the vehicle on the tracks in obvious anticipation of something happening. However, to Jill’s shock and disappointment, the combination did not result in a loud BEEP!! accompanied by the opening of a door on the vehicle she intended to escape in but resulted in a loud buzzing noise. Frantically, Jill punched in the combination several more times which only resulted in more buzzing noises. “Damn! What the hell is going on here?” she muttered as she continued to hammer numbers into the pad. Out of the darkness, Jill heard a loud coughing coming from an unseen source. Picking up the gun she had put on the ground, the woman looked around quickly but saw no one in the immediate vicinity. Jill was going to walk over to the track mounted car to see if she could force her way inside when another cough became audible to her followed by a familiar voice. “Miss Williams, I’m afraid that no matter how much you punch numbers in or beat on the escape door, you won’t be leaving from here anytime soon….” the voice said with a serious tone that was accompanied by the sound of a cat hissing. “HERSCHLINGER!! What the hell is going on? Are you responsible for blocking my leaving the base so I could report to you what my troops did wrong in defending it? Why? " Jill called out in anger towards the voice. “Your troops follow the direction of their commander and that direction has been haphazard to say the least. If you had paid more attention to intelligence pointing to this raid instead of spending time at the organization’s health resorts, we might not be having this conversation right now,” Herschlinger said with an icy voice. “You’ve blocked my escape for failure here and left me to fall into the hands of your enemies. That’s not fair!” Jill shouted paying little attention to the odor of sweet flowery perfume that was filling the area she was in. “What’s fair is what I decide, Miss Williams. I always believe in accountability and you are accountable for this disaster. As for leaving you to the tender mercies of your former colleagues, I’ve decided that’s exactly what I’m going to do though a demonstration of my power will accompany you,” Herschlinger said with an evil tone to his voice. “What…. what are you doing ?….” Jill said faintly even as she started to hear noises coming from the secret passageway she had come through. She slowly raised her gun in her hand to a ready position although it was like swimming through molasses as far as her thinking was going. She finally smelled the sweet flowery smell that filled the area though she still didn’t associate it with anything dangerous. Jill tried to move towards a corner but found her legs refused to respond to her commands. Raising her head, she saw her skin was rapidly changing from the usual flesh colored look to an artificial glossy look devoid of any imperfections. Jill saw seams starting to appear on the side of her legs and arms as if her body was composed of pieces of latex and rubber sewn together by machinery. She started to feel a general sense of lightness sweep through her consciousness as if her whole body was filled with nothing but air and she was floating off the ground. Strangely, these changes didn’t alarm Jill in the slightest as a sense of erotic based euphoria swept through her body. She could feel her whole body tingling as if it was being stimulated by outside forces she couldn’t see. Jill would have moaned out loud in pleasure but it didn’t seem important at all right now. “You see, I’ve decided the best way to make an example of you is to expose you to the Dollmaker gas which will turn you into a very realistic but very inanimate love doll. It’s a shame I can’t witness the process in person but I have no doubt the CAT Squad fools will be impressed,” Herschlinger said with a long and evil laugh. “NOOO!!… " Jill screamed weakly before her ability to talk vanished along with all movement and her breathing. She could feel her pussy stretching and contorting as it became composed of the same material that the rest of her now was composed. She saw, by her reflection in the vehicle she desperately wanted to be in, her breasts form into twin rigid mounds of plastic capped by bright pink areolas and small pencil sized nipples that stood in a permanently erect manner. Jill saw her mouth form into an ovular shape much like her pussy and anus no doubt were now. She felt her teeth and tongue melt away as the interior of her mouth became a soft rubbery sac inviting probing by anyone who so desired. “A LOVE DOLL!… A DAMNED LOVE DOLL!…. I’LL GET YOU HERSCHLINGER… IF I EVER BECOME HUMAN AGAIN, I’LL GET YOU AND YOUR DAMNED CAT !!!!…” Jill thought to herself as she bobbed slightly back and forth with only the heavy boots she had on preventing her from falling to the floor. She could only now wait for the base invaders to find her and decide what to do with her in her present form…. 2 hours later…. Head Pussy looked at the immobile doll body of Jill Williams lying inside a large van on a metal table. The doll had been stripped of it’s few garments as well as the gun in it’s right hand and was lying there with it’s arms sticking straight up bent at the elbow at 45 degree angles. If the agency head didn’t know better, she would swear that this, and the two CAT Squad members who were unfortunate to also have been transformed into love dolls when they stumbled into the passageway Jill had been though, were just lifeless sex toys. Shaking her head, Head Pussy stepped out of the van and closed it tight before turning to a waiting aide. “Get the two Squad members who have been changed into inflatable dolls back to the lab for analysis and possible ways to change them back. As for the traitor….. deflate her and put her in storage next to the other evidence we accumulated against Herschlinger. If we find a cure to this diabolical evil thing, remind me to get her changed back…. maybe…” she said as she saw the evac helicopters taking off with the wounded and dead. “Wherever you are, Herschlinger, I’ll get you soon….” the CAT Squad leader muttered with a look of determination visible on her face. Her subordinates nodded as the fire engines arrived on the scene and the light of a new day broke on the horizon….. Elsewhere…. “Are you sure, Mr. Herschlinger, that you want this message sent to the CAT Squad agency saying you no longer plan to threaten the world with your weapon and that you’ve destroyed all the gas? " the portly Asian man said to his boss , who was petting his cat Ramses. “Of course, Mr. Taji. I want the CAT Squad members to feel they have succeeded in stopping me. Of course, they’ll continue to look for me and the gas but it will allow me the opportunity to go looking on my own terms…. Ramses and I need a vacation after all… somewhere warm I think…” Herschlinger said while jabbing his finger towards an island on a map before him. “After that, I think I’ll find a replacement for Miss Williams… at a salary that isn’t quite as inflated…” the evil crime lord said with a mighty laugh that went on and on for several minutes….. To be continued…..

Lindsay drove slowly down the street scanning her eyes to either side looking for the arena she was to be at for her fight that night. She had been hired only a few hours earlier to participate in an exhibition boxing match between herself and a woman she knew nothing about. Since Lindsay had just turned pro herself and had moved to the area only three weeks ago in the hopes of finding a manager, she had immediately accepted the offer if for no other reason than the fact she desperately needed the money. Reaching the end of the street and seeing no sign of the venue, the blonde haired woman turned onto a side street with the intention of circling around to the main intersection of the city and getting directions from a stranger as to where it was. However, before she was no more than halfway down the street, Lindsay heard the sound of loud braking fill the air followed immediately by a loud CRASH!!! followed by glass breaking and metal clanging that echoed through the street. Slamming on her brakes, she stopped mere inches from the edge of an overturned delivery vehicle that had been involved in the accident. As she sat inside her car and tried to compose her jangled nerves, she saw that the door to the back end of the delivery van in front of her had come upon impact and the contents of the van were gushing out onto the pavement in what looked like a stream of black liquid. Rolling down her window, Lindsay looked outside expecting to smell molasses or oil but instead detected the faint odor of what seemed liquid latex in the air. Off to the left, a few feet from the river of latex, stood two men who were both agitated and gesturing wildly. “You idiot, I was driving that load of liquid latex all the way from Canada to the port of New York so it can be shipped to some scientist in the Czech Republic for research. Just when I’m going down this shortcut to the freeway, you rear end my van and now the load is going everywhere,” the driver roared stopping only to sip out of a large plastic mug with a TIM HORTON’S logo written on the side. “Don’t give me that crap! I had the right of way and you cut right in front of me, you idiot! Maybe next time, try driving with your seeing eye dog in the passenger seat!” the other man shouted with his face starting to turn bright red in color and veins were becoming apparent on his neck. Just when the two looked like they were going to come to blows, the arrival of several police cars and the fire department quickly settled the men down. Lindsay gingerly stepped out of her car and onto a nearby embankment out of the way of the synthetic flood. As she stood and watched strangers running over to the road, with many holding containers to scoop up the expensive liquid for themselves, she wondered to herself if she was going to still be able make her match on time or not. Glancing at her watch, Lindsay figured things were going to get very tight indeed if this dragged out….. Some time later…… The venue was packed with paying customers sipping on beer from plastic cups and talking loudly about the favorites for the upcoming matches. Glittering jewelry could be seen on the women seated next to entrepreneurs trying to sell shares in an investing scheme or taking wagers on certain boxers. Many people were giving their opinions on the main event for that night, a 10 round championship match between Jack McDirque, the undefeated champ, and Billy Boudreau, the young challenger. In total, there were six matches scheduled prefaced by an exhibition match between female boxers that was deemed to be for the male patrons only. Consequently, all the female customers were ushered into an adjoining room where they were given complimentary food and alcohol until the match was over. It was against this atmosphere that Lindsay raced through the back door of the venue with a large canvas bar slung around her shoulder. The brunette raced in through the back door after flashing her pass to the security men stationed in front of it and headed immediately for the changing rooms. She was about to push open the room door when the card’s promoter, Jack Kingston, blocked her way momentarily. “Look, honey, if you want to have any kind of career boxing in this area, the first thing you have to learn is be on time for your fights. Promoters like myself will take dim views on fighters who fail to fulfill their contractual obligations in a satisfactory magnitude of perception,” Jack said while running his right hand through his oil slicked hair. “I understand what you’re saying, Mr. Kingston, but…… " Lindsay started to say before falling silent upon seeing the promoter hold his right index finger to his lips. “Right now, I don’t believe this is the time for fastidious and eloquent explanations, my battling buttercup. I would suggest that you change into the satin vestments arrayed in yonder locker room and make your way to the gladiatorial ring in a prompt manner before the gathered onlookers do heap disdain unto your lovely appearance,” the promoter exulted before turning and making his way down the corridor where two attractive women were waiting for him. Shaking her head slightly, Lindsay made her way into the locker room and quickly took off her clothes and started putting on her boxing outfit and shoes. With the aid of a patient female trainer, the brunette quickly put on her gloves and head gear and after having her robe thrown around her shoulders, she headed out of the room and towards the tunnel leading to the ring. Twenty or so minutes later…… “Gentlemen, thank you for attending tonight’s boxing extravaganza. I remind you all to please retain your ticket until the end of tonight’s card as we will be making draws throughout the evening for prizes that we are giving away. Right now, we’ll start tonight festivities with the singing of the national anthem,” the announcer exuded to the throng of spectators seated all around the ring. As a blonde haired woman, waving to the cheering men as she moved to the center of the ring, started to warble the first few notes of the anthem, Lindsay waited patiently at the edge of the tunnel. As she stood there, the familiar face of Jack Kingston walked over to her carrying a pen and piece of paper in his right hand. “Before you head out to engage in pugilistic combat, Lindsay, I’m afraid that I overlooked one minor detail when I set about staging this night of amazing alacrity that will dwarf all other entertainment exhibitions in the coming eons. I need to have you sign this contract stating your acknowledgment of the conditions you’re fighting and so on. I know your hands are currently enclosed in the leather tools of your trade so if you can just jot down something that would be your mark, we can begin your colossal combat,” the promoter said flashing a broad white smile. Glancing quickly at the paper in front of her, Lindsay saw that it looked to be a standard contract absolving the promoter of any monetary damages if she tripped and fell on way to ring and so on. Hearing the anthem singer come to the conclusion of her singing, Lindsay quickly scrawled a barely legible signature on the form before turning her focus to the ring once again. A few moments later, with the anthem completed, the ring announcer started to do the introductions for the two female boxers. The first to enter the ring was Lindsay’s opponent: a blonde haired woman named Bambi O’Blenis, who was slightly shorter than her wearing black trunks and matching top. She looked nervous but confident as she strode around her corner gesturing confidently to the cheering spectators. When Lindsay’s introduction was done, the brunette entered the ring boldly and stared at her opponent in a fierce way (or as fierce as she could muster). After the announcer went on to state that it was a four round match with three ringside judges keeping track of score in the event there was need of them, the referee moved to the center and beckoned the two to join him. Lindsay continued to stare at Bambi as the ref reminded the boxes of the rules and regulations of the fight before sending them back to their respective corners. With a loud DING!!!, the fight began and both women charged out of their respective corners eager to finish the fight quickly. However, after a brief exchange of uppercuts and jabs, it became clear that the two were evenly matched and the end of the round came with neither having the upper hand. As she sat on the corner stool and took a swig of water, Lindsay noticed the crowd around the ring were unusually quiet. Glancing around as she listened to her trainer’s instructions, she noticed that some were intently looking at her and Bambi instead of discussing the fight among themselves. “Maybe these guys are bored….. well, time to liven things up with a fast KO…!!!!” Lindsay as she leaped to her feet upon the sounding of the bell. Unfortunately, Bambi was prepared to defend against a barrage of punches and the two settled into a pattern much like the previous round. By the time the final minute of the fourth round arrived, the onlookers were cheering both boxers and their efforts and the decision as to who would win was a difficult one for all observers. When the bell sounded to end the fight, Lindsay and Bambi embraced briefly before returning to their respective corners. From Lindsay’s perspective, she figured she had landed enough punches to give her the win. After a minute or so, the referee gathered up the scorecards from the judges at ringside and looked over them carefully. As he did so, Lindsay noticed that Jack Kingston had made his way to the judge’s area and seemed to be talking to someone there though she couldn’t tell whether it was the judges or referee that he was taking with. Thirty or seconds later, the referee made his way to the center of the ring and motioned for the boxers to join them. With her gloves off, Lindsay made her way to where the referee was and stood to the left of him. As she did, she noticed that they were erecting some sort of backdrop in one of the ring corners for what looked like a photo session after the match. “I hope they get my best side in the pictures when they ask me how I stay so beautiful after a tough win,” Lindsay thought to herself as she awaited the decision. A minute or so later, the voice of an unseen announcer echoed through the ring area. “Gentleman, the judges have reached a unanimous decision! By the scores 39-37,40-36 and 39-37, the winner of this bout is……. BAMBI O’BLENIS!!!!” the announcer extolled to the cheering crowd**.**Simultaneously, and before Lindsay had a chance to react to the announcement, a small needle deployed from a ring on the referee’s hand grasped around Lindsay’s. It injected a fluid into the palm of the boxer’s hand and in that instant, Lindsay found herself unable to move or talk at all!!! “What…. what the hell is going on here? I can’t move…. did this referee inject me with some sort of curare? Somebody… anybody…. HELP ME!!!!!!” Lindsay mentally shouted as the crowd cheered the announcement and Bambi strutted around celebrating her victory. Both Bambi and the referee seemed to be completely oblivious to Lindsay’s predicament or if they were aware of it, they didn’t act like it in the slightest. “Thank you for watching the preliminary bout on tonight’s card. There will now be a thirty minute intermission for the ring to be prepared for the rest of the card. While this work is being done, we ask that all spectators head to the refreshment area where the female spectators and prepare for the rest of a thrilling night of boxing. Enjoy!!!” the announcer’s voice boomed out to an appreciative crowd. “Hey!…. Don’t everybody go!…. Can’t anyone see that I haven’t moved an inch since the decision was announced?….. wait…. that ring girl who holds up the cards announcing what round it is… she’s coming my way… she’ll notice….. she HAS to notice” Lindsay mentally shouted as she saw the blonde haired woman make her way around the rapidly emptying seats towards the ring. Oddly, instead of a piece of cardboard with a number on it, she was carrying what appeared to be a gold pillow with something fairly small sitting in the center. As the people directly involved in the ring seemed to disappear like the crowd, Lindsay suddenly felt a pair of hands grasp her from behind and lift her into the air. She saw with her fixed grin that she was being carried over to the ring corner where the backdrop had been set up. When she was deposited somewhat gently on the mat, Lindsay noticed briefly that there was even a punching bag set up in the background for cosmetic effect. “What…. what’s going on?….. doesn’t anybody notice I’m not moving?…… this must be that Kingston guy’s fault… he knew what was going to happen.. he must have planned this…. what’s that ring girl doing?…..” Lindsay thought frantically as she saw the blonde haired woman walking in front of her fixed gaze. A few seconds later, Lindsay saw the woman stand up holding the object that Lindsay saw fleetingly before. If she didn’t know better, Lindsay would have sworn that the woman was holding what looked a fairly large gold colored dildo in her right hand. If it wasn’t for her lack of speech, Lindsay would have asked the blonde about it between great peals of laughter. After a quick glance upwards at the frozen face of Lindsay, the ring girl moved close to her and grasped hold of her boxing trunks. Without warning, the blonde pulled the trunks down on the immobile woman followed by the panties Lindsay was wearing. Once done that, she slowly moved the dildo up Lindsay’s right thigh before brushing it against the outer edges of her exposed vagina. “Mmmmm………” Lindsay mentally moaned as she experienced a wave of pleasure from the sex toy pressing against her pussy. Before she knew it, she heard the clicking of a dial or knob coming from the dildo’s vicinity. Simultaneously, she felt the sex toy (or whatever it was) pushed deep inside her pussy to the point where she was certain the end of it was lightly pressing against the edges of her sex. " Uhhhhh……….. " Lindsay gasped and realized she was able to talk somewhat though the rest of her body remained completely immobile. A few seconds later, however, she found that she could move her eyes somewhat and she looked down to see her tormentor turn the dial on the dildo to what looked like the maximum setting. Moments later, Lindsay found she could partially move her right hand and left arm and as the ring girl was standing up to pull down her blouse and expose her breasts, Lindsay grabbed the blonde by the hair with her left hand. " What ……. are …. you…doing…..? " she gasped while curling her right hand into a fist. However, if the gesture was meant to unnerve Lindsay’s tormentor, it failed miserably as the blonde down slightly and rested the fingers of her right hand on the dildo’s exposed. “Sorry, honey, but it’s time for your 2nd place price…. enjoy, sweet dolly!” the ring girl said sadistically as she turned the knob past the maximum setting to one marked with a red line. “Enjoyyyyyy…..???” Lindsay said before the dildo spurted a powerful stream of liquid into her. Almost immediately, the abilities she had briefly regained vanished altogether with her eyes locked in place staring down at the blonde woman. At first, Lindsay thought she was just being rendered immobile again for whatever purpose her unknown tormentor(s) wanted with her. However, she was quickly discovering that this was not the case at all and something far more sinister was happening. At first, Lindsay experienced a wave of dizziness accompanied by intense pleasure that seemed to be spreading rapidly through her entire body. As the seconds ticked by, these feelings were joined by a growing sense of lightness as if her body was nothing more than an air filled balloon. As she stared downwards, she saw that her skin was starting to take on a glossy, artificial appearance with imperfections disappearing rapidly as if they were being rubbed out by an invisible eraser. As the sensations Lindsay was experiencing intensified rapidly, she started to feel (and see partially) the other changes happening to her body. As the blonde woman removed the dildo from her pussy with a faint POP! audible, Lindsay felt her pussy twitching and closing on its’ own as if it was trying to close around the dildo that was no longer there. After clenching tight (and producing what seemed like the most intense orgasm Lindsay had felt in a very long time), it opened into a perfectly symmetrical O shaped opening with the interior feeling like the same substance that the rest of her body was becoming. At the same time, she sensed her anus forming into the same circular opening even as it was improbably moving upwards by several inches. The transformation rapidly traveled into Lindsay’s torso and chest with her breathing, already reduced to a mere trickle of faint gasps, ceasing altogether. She could see what looked like seams starting to become apparent around her torso and on her limbs as if she was composed of sheets of rubber or latex sewn together somehow. Suddenly, Lindsay felt a sharp tingling sensation in her chest and watched in silence as her breasts pushed outwards by at least one cup size to form twin mounds of firm latex capped by bright pink nipples and areolas. She saw seams similar to what was evident on the rest of her body became visible around her firm breasts and framed them in an inviting way to anyone who might see her. As the change swept into her head and shoulders, Lindsay finally realized what was happening to her. “MY GOD, I’M BECOMING A LOVE DOLL!!!!…. HOW CAN THIS BE?…. THAT STUPID DILDO!….. IT MUST HAVE RELEASED SOME SORT OF STRANGE CHEMICAL INTO ME…. THEY PLANNED THIS…. WHY…. WHY ME???” Lindsay thought even as the pleasure going through her increasingly hollow body intensified by the moment. The transformation started to transform her head as it felt to her like it was swelling slightly as it changed. Her teeth and tongue dissolved and melted away as her mouth’s interior became a smooth sac that was already aching to be used and filled with something or by someone. The process was completed by changing her eyes into nothing more than painted features that showed a frozen look of lust and desire with a tinge of despair. With Lindsay’s finished transformation, the ring girl reached down and gently pulled down the boxing shorts a little more to make sure the doll was completely done from head to toe. After extricating herself from the doll’s grasp, she stood up and ran her hands over the doll’s shiny exterior lingering over the doll’s openings. “You bitch…. change me back!!!… change me now…. ooooohhhh…..” Lindsay shouted mentally before her thoughts were abruptly interrupted when the ring girl rested her fingers on what Lindsay figured was her inflation plug in the middle of her back. In that instant, her thoughts of wanting to be human were replaced with a single feeling of pleasure that was more intense than the feelings from before. However, that pleasure was fleeting as, with a soft laugh, the ring girl pulled open the inflation plug and air rushed out of her body. “I’M DEFLATING…… DEFLATINNNNGGGGGG!!!!!…………” Lindsay wailed mentally before her conscious thoughts faded away into darkness as her body became thinner due to the air escaping from her. In a minute or two, her doll body had completely deflated and laid flat on the ring. With that, the ring girl stepped back and motioned over a person standing at the far end of the ring. “Well, this is certainly the strangest way I’ve ever celebrated a win. Nevertheless, I WIN!….. I WIN!!!!….. " Bambi shouted as she held the dildo high in the air in her left hand with the deflated Lindsay draped over her right forearm. She strutted around the ring to the scattered applause of the ring girl, Jack Kingston and a few other select individuals watching the whole process unfold. After a minute or two of triumphant strutting, Bambi handed the dildo and the deflated doll back to the ring girl and left the boxing ring. Getting out a box that was handed to her by Jack, the ring girl set the box down in front of her before starting to carefully fold up the love doll in her arms. She placed the doll inside the box and, after a last glance at the doll’s face that sat atop the pile of latex and rubber, closed the lid. Roughly three hours later………. “……..Juan De Gatronis, new heavyweight champion of the ECBA!!! As he leaves the ring, we want to show you, our loyal patrons, just how much we appreciate you attending tonight. Will the person sitting in Row 5, Seat 14 please come down to ringside to accept a special gift from the promoter Jack Kingston and all those connected with tonight’s card? " the ring announcer called out to the cheering crowd. Minutes later, a mid 30’s man with a few extra pounds visible around his waistline was handed a bright blue and pink box. Peering inside, he saw what he figured would be there by the pictures on the box….. a love doll named Lindsay….. “I think you and I will be going a few rounds tonight, my dear,” the man said as he closed the box lid with fingers trembling in excitement. As for Lindsay, she no longer would have to worry about winning or losing….. just giving and taking….. Taking the intense lovemaking….. and giving pleasure to its’ owner….. THE END

Linda was more than a little happy as she opened the door to her home and strutted inside. The brunette threw her parcels on a nearby chair and walked over to check her phone and computer for messages. She smiled broadly when she heard her friend Denise’s voice on her answering machine and nodded in approval as she heard her friend say she would be over later on that night. “Perfect! I can show her the stuff I bought today and one thing in particular I know she’ll like.” Linda muttered as she walked back over to where her shopping bags laid and start rummaging through them. After several seconds, she pulled out a black and silver metal box that had a large silver D embossed on the top and put it on a nearby couch. The black haired beauty took off her red leather jacket and flung it on a nearby chair before sitting down on the couch. Running her hand over her prized acquisition, Linda recalled how she came to acquire the box in question and what was contained inside. Earlier in the day, Linda was buying some tops and shorts for wearing as a camp counselor for a local kids’ summer camp when she drove by a store she had never seen before. Pulling her Mazda over to the side of the street and parking it nearby, she walked a short distance up to the brightly lit facade she had spotted earlier. When she arrived in front of the store, she saw it was one of those adult entertainment stores that specialized in selling everything from XXX movies to toys for discrete pleasure use by discerning adults. By the look of numerous people unpacking boxes and setting up display shelves, the store was still setting up for day to day operations. Linda opened the store door and walked inside the store looking over the glossy packaging of numerous items and suppressing a chuckle as she saw the names on various adult movies and DVD’s. She was looking at a “Freaks of Nature - Volume 17 (Director’s Cut)” DVD when one of the staff , a sandy brown haired woman in her mid 20’s, walked up to her. “Hi, my name is Colleen. Is there something in particular you’re looking for today?” the woman asked Linda in a pleasant manner. “Well.. umm… I was wondering if you.. uh… have some personal pleasure items available for sale that aren’t on display as of yet?” Linda inquired with a noticeable hesitation in her voice. Although she had been in one of these type of stores before, she still felt a bit awkward about asking for help. Colleen thought for a second and then beckoned Linda to follow her over to the counter. Once the two got there, the clerk started rummaging through several cardboard boxes that were behind it. After a minute or two of looking and a brief glance back at the waiting Linda, Colleen got out a small cardboard box with the store’s address marked on it as well as SAMPLE in bright red letters and placed it on the glass counter top. She opened it up and revealed to Linda what looked like a fairly ordinary dildo albeit in bright packaging with printed claims on it of the “best intimate experience a woman could ever experience by herself!” Linda picked up the dildo and looked it over with a slightly puzzled look on her face. She glanced at the clerk who smiled broadly and leaned over the counter so the two were only a few inches apart. “This is a special demonstration model sent to us by a new company to the adult exotic toy market. When they ship us the regular order here in two weeks, they guarantee that we’ll be completely sold out within seven days or they’ll refund our money in full plus take back any unsold merchandise without question, " Colleen whispered to her curious customer. Linda was impressed by the clerk’s pitch though she wanted to know a little more before buying. “That certainly sounds impressive but it doesn’t answer one question for me. What makes this so much better than other.. uhhh..item available?” she inquired of the clerk. Colleen nodded as if she expected the question. “The company didn’t go into specific details though they did say the dildo is designed to adjust in length and firmness according to the info they included. Since it’s a promotional piece, I’ll let you have it for 40 % of the suggested retail price. Does that sound reasonable to you?” she said while pointing at the SRP that was marked on the side. “Well, I think you’ve just made a sale today, Colleen. I trust you’re set up to take my CashTake card ?” Linda inquired which produced a laugh from the sales clerk as she took the offered card and rang through the purchase. Several hours later…. “I can’t wait to try this sucker out! Especially if the company’s promises turn out to be true…..! " Linda exclaimed as she stripped off most of her clothing and flung it on a nearby chair. She then dug out the box she had bought earlier and took out the dildo in question. Ripping the packaging off the toy, she held it in her left hand and looked it over for several minutes wondering just what the magic was in this little item. “Well, there’s no time like the present to test it….” the brunette crowed enthusiastically as she licked the end of the dildo before slowly inserting into her pussy. At first, she could insert only the lubricated tip into her but as the juices started to flow from the pleasure she was feeling, she was able to insert it deeper and deeper. “Ummm… feels pretty good… though nothing out… uhhh… out of the ordinary…” Linda though as her left hand caressed her breasts and nipples while her right hand pushed and pulled the toy in and out of her in an increasing tempo of sexual excitement. As her body became slick with the sexual heat she was feeling, Linda felt a little light headed and her legs were getting a little wobbly. She staggered backwards and flopped onto the couch hoping that sitting down would make it easier for her to cope with the intense feelings she was feeling. “God, this feels gooodd…. mmmm… so verrry good….” Linda moaned as she pistoned the dildo in and out of her as her feelings of pleasure grew stronger by the second. She put her left hand on top of her head as the feelings of lightness grew stronger by the second. She closed her eyes as her mind was awash in the sensations and she found herself rapidly approaching an intense orgasm. However, when she opened her eyes just enough to see herself, she saw to her shock that her lower legs had taken on a artificial look as if they were now composed of a tan colored latex shiny in appearance with no blemishes and flaws visible anywhere and the effect seemed to be spreading ! Horrified at the sight, Linda tried to sit up and take a closer look at what was happening to her but found her body no longer responded to her thoughts at all! Alone in her home with no one within earshot, her screams fell on deaf ears even as they became mixed with moans of pleasure as the feelings of pleasure were building stronger..and stronger. Through her half closed eyes that seemed just as frozen as the rest of her body, Linda saw the evil process claim her waist and lower torso as she saw the edges of her pussy turn into an artificial pink material that allowed the dildo to penetrate even deeper into her or so it seemed. Although her arm had stopped moving, she could see it turn into the same material of the rest of her body with visible seams running the length of it much like the ones that were becoming visible on her torso. " A LOVE DOLL… A DAMNED INFLATABLE DOLL… WHY?… HOW?… A SEX DOLL!!.. NOO!! WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?… HELPPP..” Linda screamed as she realized what was happening to her. However, a few seconds later, her shouts fell silent a few seconds later as her ability to speak vanished just like her mobility, She could feel the interior of her mouth change as her teeth and tongue melt away replaced by soft supple latex ready to be probed by an inviting tongue. The process moved upwards and claimed her breasts turning them into rigid mound of plastic that were flexible yet hold their shape when caressed or probed. Linda could see bright pink circles on the tits becoming visible capped by small yet perfect nipples providing very tempting invitations to any man or other person who came across her. “God… nooo… uhhh… feeling so good.. but I don’t want to…. nooooo!… don’t want to be a doll… nooo!!!..” Linda mentally screamed as the orgasm that was building in her finally erupted in her. She would have screamed in pleasure and horror but she was just an inflatable sex toy and sat in silence… waiting… Next morning………. “….yes, we can get you that particular item right away if you’re paying cash, sir. Just jot down your name here and I’ll give you a claim check for you to come back and pick it up at …oh…after 2 pm…” the adult store clerk said to the mid 40’s man standing in front of her. Looking at the slip and smiling, Colleen nodded “Ok, Mr. Charles Dickens, I’ll make a call and we’ll have the item here as promised later. I hope you like it.” she said and waved to the man as he left. She then picked up a nearby cell phone and punched in a phone number while simultaneously digging out a credit card slip. Colleen smiled as she heard the ring go incessantly on the other end and noted a small green light under counter was on with the word ACTIVATED written above it. She then disconnected and dialed another number while whistling softly. “Chuck ? I’ve got an item for you and Bill to pick up with the usual arrangements. Swing by the store for the address and materials you’ll need.” Colleen said before hanging up and putting the slip that contained Linda’s home address on it behind the counter next to a brightly colored cardboard box with a picture that looked remarkably like Linda on the front and NEW! INCREDIBLY LIFELIKE! LINDA LOVELACE… THE ULTIMATE LOVE DOLL written on it. “Miss..?…I was wondering if you might be able to help me for a second ..” a buxom red-haired woman in early 30’s called out while looking over the selection of dildos and vibrators . Colleen smiled as she walked over to the woman who looked a little uncomfortable being in such surroundings… “You know, I’ve got something you might be interested in..” the clerk said with a smile…… THE END

Gwen and Donna had been room mates for about two years after they met at a local college party. The two almost immediately discovered that they had a lot in common including everything from an interest in old science fiction TV shows and movies to healthy sexual desires. Judging by the parade of men that came and went from their apartment, they also both had trouble settling into a long term relationship. As it happened, both had no plans for a weekday night after their respective workdays had ended so they decided to make a girl’s night in. Gwen went down to the local convenience store to pick up some pop, beer and popcorn while Donna sorted through her DVD collection for some scary movie titles to watch that evening. " Hmmm…. let’s see… Outer Limits… nahhh…. Night Gallery… nope…. Star Trek…. some other night….. hmmmm… Twilight Zone…. ahh… the classic black and white episodes….. these are cool to kick back and watch! " Donna exclaimed softly as she pulled out a black and white DVD case Ten or so minutes later, Gwen returned carrying two plastic bags full of junk food plus a couple of tabloid newspapers for the two to look at and laugh while watching TV. After they got their drinks and changed into comfortable clothes, the two settled in as the familiar theme music started to play. Several hours later, the room looked much like a college dorm room with empty beer cans and kernels of popcorn strewn over the floor and furniture. Gwen and Donna had alternated between laughing at the images appearing on the screen and drawing themselves up tightly into balls as the tension mounted in a particular episode. They discussed the ending for each tale with Donna suggesting what a real life person might do in a particular situation. Just as the watches and clocks chimed the fact that it was now midnight exactly, there was a knock at the apartment’s door. Puzzled by the lateness of the visitor, Donna clicked off the TV and jumped up to see who was at the door. When the blonde opened the door, she found a mid 40’s man dressed in a long rain jacket with a bowler hat on his head and carrying a mid size package in his hands. " I apologize for visiting at this late hour, Miss Donovsan, but part of the terms of my employment is that I can’t visit potential clients prior to the stroke of midnight. If you’ll allow me inside your charming home, I’m prepared to make you an offer that will be unlike anything you’ve heard before in your lives, " the man said sincerely and with an honest ring in his voice. Ordinarily, upon hearing such an outrageous statement by a complete stranger, Donna would have laughed derisively and declined the stranger’s request. However, between the beer and the TV watching of mysterious fantasy episodes, Donna was feeling pretty good and her curiosity was piqued by the request so she ushered in the man. Taking off his rain jacket and bowler hat, the mysterious man handed his garments to Donna and moved over next to the kitchen table. After motioning Gwen and Donna to take seats around the table, he set his package atop the table and slowly began to unwrap it. A few seconds later, the two women saw what looked like a metal rectangular case with no artwork or anything visible on the sides. On the top of the case, there appeared to be what looked like a large red button with a clear plastic bubble visible below it. Other than that, there were no other markings or indications what the purpoe of the item was for. Once everyone was comfortable, Donna introduced Gwen to her visitor, who smiled and said he knew who she was. The man went on to introduce himself as Mr. Leblanc, an employee of a company geared to supply various types of items to clients worldwide. To procure the items, the company sent agents to various homes that were randomly chosen with a unique offer that was totally legitimate, no matter how outrageous it seemed. " The offer is this: the device you see before is specifically designed for a unique power. It is activated when the button atop is depressed and can’t be stopped until it is finished. My company is prepared to pay the two of you $10,000 once you depress the button. However, this offer is only good for seven days so if you don’t push the button before then, I will return for the item at that time and move onto the next client, " the company agent said somberly. " Umm…what exactly does this thing do anyway? " Gwen inquired as she nervously eyed the device in question. " This item, to put it simply, is designed to transform two individuals into inanimate objects according to the company’s inventory needs. Before you ask, this will not involve any of your friends and family in terms of who it is directed at. To you, the two ’ future items’ will be complete strangers. Once you depress the button, I will show up at your door with a suitcase containing the money in question. No one will ever know what happened unless either of you decide to tell someone and I rather doubt anyone would believe such a story, " Mr. Leblanc replied in a tone that never wavered. Gwen and Donna looked at each other with mutual looks of shock and disbelief visible on their faces. After an uncomfortable minute or two of silence, Donna coughed slightly before focusing her gaze on the mysterious Mr. Leblanc and the proposal. " Lemme get this straight. You’ll pay us $10,000 to push a button that turns two strangers into a coat rack or TV or something like that. Why wouldn’t you do that on your own to begin with and why such a large sum of money for such a simple task? " she asked firmly. Mr. Leblanc nodded in understanding. " Well, to answer the first part, the reason we ask individuals such as yourselves to push the button is that when it comes to the operation of devices such as these, the employees of the company are forbidden from using it themselves. As for the other part of your question, the sum of money we pay out is below what we sell the transformed individuals for to the buyers that are located around the world, " he said in a straight forward manner. Somewhat satisfied by the response, the women spent the next thirty seconds or so gazing at the device and at Mr. Leblanc in silence. Finally, Donna stood up and started to pace back and forth wringing her hands nervously. She paused as if to ask a question but remained silent. " With that, Gwen and Donna, I shall take my leave. The only communications I will have with you is to deliver the money or retrieve the unused device in seven days. I bid you good night, " Mr. Leblanc intoned before bowing slightly and leaving quickly and quietly. " Ummmm…….if I didn’t know better, I’d swear this was April 1 and someone was trying to play an April Fool’s joke on us. I mean, this sounds so ridiculous, " Gwen said as she ruffled her hair with her right hand. " It is weird, huh? Let’s call it a night for now and we’ll talk about this more in the morning. After all, we’ve got a week to decide what to do, " Donna exclaimed in a solemn tone that indicated she was taking the whole proposal far more seriously than her room mate. With that, the two headed off to their individual beds where they both fell quickly to sleep thought it was a restless one. Indeed, over the next six days, Gwen and Donna debated the proposal over and over again. Once Gwen got over her initial disposition, she wanted to know if it was morally right for them to get rid of two people in such a bizarre manner. Donna replied that there was no way for them to know if Mr. Leblanc’s claims about the device’s abilities were true short of them asking for proof. Donna went on say that if the whole process involved two strangers to them, why not push the button and take the money? " My god, are you that callous? Doesn’t it bother you in the slightest that we change two people’s lives, possibly forever, by doing this? Are you that money hungry? " Gwen said as she paced back and forth trying to weigh the decision the two were facing. " Look, you’re thinking that whoever gets targeted by this device, if it works anything like this Mr. Leblanc says it does, will be virtuous people on the verge of curing cancer or something like that. How do we know that the two people aren’t cold hearted criminals just one step from going to jail for life? Or that they aren’t fated to die tomorrow from some accident just as bizarre and freakish as the device delivers? The thing is, we don’t and never will so why not push the button, collect the money and make our lives a little better in the meantime? " Donna exclaimed sincerely as she nodded towards the metal device that was the focus of the debate. " I…. maybe…… I guess what you say makes sense…… " Gwen said slowly as she glanced around the modest furnishings of the two’s apartment. " Great! Time to get things done! " Donna exclaimed as she jumped up from where she was sitting and ran over to the table. " Hey! Wait a second, I didn’t say that I agreed…." Gwen shouted as she stood up with her eyes widening in what looked like horror. Flipping open the plastic hood, Gwen slapped down on the red plunger with her right palm and held it there for a second or two. After removing her hand, Gwen and Donna ( the latter had her mouth open in shock) stood in silence for thirty seconds or so waiting for a sign that the device had carried out its task. However, the room remained silent as they stood and waited with no sign whatsoever of anything out of the ordinary happening. " Well, I guess we’ll see if Mr. Leblanc makes good on his promise. Until then, I’m going to put this out of sight in case any of the neighbors come by and… ugghhh… geez…. " Gwen said as she put her hands around the metal box and tried to pull it off the table with no success. Even with Donna’s help, the two couldn’t move the box even an inch from the table. After several more minutes of trying, Gwen gave up and decided to throw a cloth over it until it was retrieved by its owner. Thirty or so minutes later, there was a knock on the apartment door. When Gwen opened it, she found the mysterious Mr. Leblanc waiting at the doorway and holding a large gray metal suitcase in his right hand. Tipping his hat to greet her, he walked into the apartment and immediately headed for the table where the device sat. After removing the cloth draped over the box that he had brought just under a week ago, Leblanc sat the briefcase next to it and, flipping open the locks on it, opened it for the two women to view the contents. Despite the man’s earlier promise, Donna and Gwen openly gasped at the sight of bundles of cash aligned in rows in the suitcase. " As I promised you just under seven days ago, here is your payment for the satisfactory conclusion of your end of this transaction. I will leave you now to decide whatever your plans are for this money, " Mr. Leblanc said simply as he turned to leave with his device. " Hold on for a second or two, Mr. Leblanc or whatever your real name is. It seems to me that the money you’re paying us for this transaction is a little on the low side. Considering the fact that you seemed to need us to activate the device for a result that benefited you directly, I think we should receive more cash for our part in the whole deal….. say DOUBLE what you paid us. After all, we ARE keeping quiet about this whole arrangement and I’d hate to see our continued silence be disturbed by worrying over our future financial affairs, " Donna said coldly while ignoring her room mate’s soft protestations. Mr. Leblanc stopped in his tracks and gazed back at the two women. " Well, that is a most interesting proposition. Ordinarily, I’d decline your proposal immediately but I detect something in your tone of voice that indicates I should bring your proposal to my superiors immediately. You shall have the decision from my superiors before tomorrow at midnight and as a sign of good faith, I shall leave the company’s property here for now, " Mr. Leblanc said in the same flat monotone that he used seemingly every time he spoke. Depositing the metal box in the middle of the living room door, the man turned and left the apartment without a back glance. " Are you nuts? You decide at the last minute to ask for more money and you don’t tell me anything before hand! Don’t you think this could be a little dangerous? " Gwen asked in a voice that, if anything, was even more hysterical than during their discussions. " Geez, are you going to go to pieces every time someone takes a stand around you? Look, Donna, think about this for a second. A company that’s willing to pay money for us to enact some fiendish scheme for them has to have deep pockets. You’ve always talked about traveling to Europe and hitching up with some rich guy who has a home on the Riviera. Don’t you think that dream could go a little farther with more money to spend? " Donna asked her room mate hoping to settle her down. After a minute or so of silence with her eyes looking downwards, Gwen slowly nodded in agreement though, as before, her face clearly showed she was still wrestling with the whole situation in her mind. Over the next 24 or so, her mood improved considerably to the point that she was talking about what kind of man she would be looking for in Europe in the near future. The blonde haired woman even showed her room mate several outfits that she might entice the glance from a wealthy tycoon or two. Just after supper, and with several hours to go before Leblanc’s deadline for his reply, Donna was just stepping out of her shower and had wrapped a towel around her body when she heard her room mate calling for her from her bedroom. When Donna went and stood in Gwen’s doorway, she saw her dark haired friend was stretched out on her back on top of her bed. Gwen had taken off most of her clothing and was clad only in her bra and panties. " Ummm, Gwen, why don’t you put your clothes back on in case that Leblanc fellow swings by with our money? " Donna asked her friend leaving out the part that the mysterious man might have something or someone with him besides money. " Ohhh, pshaww….he won’t be coming by for hours and hours. Why don’t you lie down with me here and we’ll think up things we can do with that money? " Gwen called out as she stretched and tucked her hands behind her head in a very relaxed manner. ...

Beatrix poured herself a tall glass of wine from the bottle she had just retrieved from the wine cellar as she mused over her plans for that evening. She had just introduced two new sluts to their roles in her home and had broken them of any thoughts of disobeying her orders. The domminatrix had taken the two women to her cellar where she had them put on their black latex catsuits with matching hoods before having them get on their hand and knees. She chained them to a concrete post and put them together underneath an empty wooden wine barrel. The weight on their backs would be just enough to keep them occupied until Beatrix had the time to discipline them properly. However, the domminatrix had a far more important task to perform that night. Her primary lover Jocelyn over the last twelve months or so had shown signs of indifference towards the lovemaking sessions the two had. There was at least three times in the last month or so where Beatrix sensed that Jocelyn had faked her way through intense erotic stimulation. Today, Jocelyn would pay the penalty for her impunity in a way she would never forget. Beatrix stomped down the hall in the direction of where Jocelyn waited for her licking her lips in anticipation of the event to come. However, her march down the corridors of her home was interrupted by the sound of the telephone ringing from a nearby room. Grumbling out loud, she walked into one of the bedrooms on the main floor and walked over to where the phone kept. If anyone else had seen the phone location, they would have shrieked out loud in horror. Beatrix had caught one of her servants a while back using the telephone without permission. To punish her, the domminatrix had merged the woman with the telephone so that she was quite literally a living telephone. The receiver hung between her breasts which had been transformed into a black plastic material like the rest of her. Below her chest on her lower torso were buttons like those you would find on any phone. As Beatrix walked over to the living phone, she could see the figure slightly shudder as the ringing was triggering a wave of erotic pleasure that flowed through its’ body . When the domm picked up the receiver, the living telephone’s closed eyes opened wide in response. Though the pupils did not move, Beatrix could swear she there was a look of desperation visible as if the phone was pleading to be released from its’ torment. “Fat chance of me changing her back anytime soon !…. if anything, I wonder if I should change her pussy into a slot for a calling card… I think she’d make a rather attractive pay phone! Ha!” thought Beatrix as she started her conversation on the phone. After a few minutes of conversation during which Beatrix laughed out loud once or twice, the domminatrix hung the receiver back between the living phone’s tits and with a smug look on her face depressed the nipple on the right breast. Almost immediately, the eyes shut tight as did the mouth to the approval of the woman in front of it. " If I’m going to deal with Jocelyn, I can’t have the phone bothering me tonight. I’ll turn it back on in the morning when I make my overseas call. I’ll have to figure out if she’s capable of handling a three way call some day. Ha! Ha! " the domminatrix said with a laugh as she headed out of the room and headed to her special visit with Jocelyn. As she strode down her hallways, she glanced out one of the windows at where her Olympic sized swimming pool was situated and smiled broadly. Four of her servants were filling up the pool using soup ladles to put the water in it and looked a little weary doing it. Beatrix could have had the pool filled via normal means but figured this was the best way to build up her servants and submissives’ staminas for future ’ work ‘. Bobbing up and down in the middle of what pool water existed was what appeared to be a pool float although if a visitor had been there at that time and examined the float more closely, they would have sworn it looked like a red haired woman about 34-35 with an athletic if slightly busty figure wearing a one piece shiny black swimsuit. In fact, the float was one of Beatrix’s former sluts by the name of Diane who she caught frolicking in the pool one night with a former boyfriend of her’s. Although the man took off before Beatrix could get hold of him, the simpering slut was not as lucky and Beatrix unleashed a most wicked of punishments. She had transformed the simpering slut into an inflatable pool toy that still retained conscious thought as it bobbed up and down in the pool with the added torture that if the domminatrix or one of her guests were using the living float to rest on or even grab onto it briefly, the transformed woman would feel intense feelings of pleasure that flowed through her entire plastified form. However, the other side of this was that as soon as the float was removed from the pool, it would immediately deflate completely on its own and the float would lose consciousness completely until it was returned to the pool again where it would inflate on its own again. " Maybe Diane will learn next time not to make waves… whenever ’ next time ’ happens…" Beatrix muttered to herself as she resumed her walk down the marbled floors to the base of the stairway that lead to where Jocelyn was. She stopped just before she went upstairs and wiped her forehead of the sweat that had accumulated. Even though she had a fairly large air conditioning system installed in her mansion, the exertion of her walking briskly clad in skin tight latex and leather was causing her to perspire freely. Stepping off to the side, the domminatrix looked over at what looked like an unusual water cooler that was shaped in the form of a nude woman with generous sized breasts and an overall sensuous look to her. It’s hands were at the sides and had melded into the glass while the legs were slightly apart and taught when the change swept over her. Beatrix ran her hands over the smooth glass surface as she recalled how the cooler in question used to be a blonde slut named Colleen who had been in Beatrix’s service for several years. ...

The sun was barely peeking over the horizon as Hillary made her way down to the deserted beach towing the usual sundries when heading to the beach for a day of fun in the sun. On warm days like this one, she regularly headed to the beach when she wasn’t working as manager of a large local retail store. Although that job paid the bills, Hillary relished the time where she got to spend time working on her tan and watching all the hunks go by. " Mmmmm…the sun feels good today. I should be able to have the most fantastic tan by the end of the day, " the blonde murmured as she laid out her beach towel and other items on the sand. Just as she was about to sit down and start applying her suntan lotion, Hillary spotted something lying half buried in the sand just on the edge of the surf. Walking over to where the item was, Hillary saw it appeared to be some sort of brass lamp that, judging by the markings on the sides, looked to be several centuries old. Amazingly, the glass part of it seemed to be perfectly intact besides being in the ocean for who knows how long. As a collector of antique fixtures, Hillary figured that after it was cleaned up and such, the lamp, at the very least, would be an interesting conversation piece. After tucking the lamp in with her other things, the blonde resumed her day of basking in the sun and enjoying the scenery. When the sun set later on, Hillary quickly made her way home where she unpacked her things and placed the lamp in the center of her dining room table after cleaning it. She then headed off to take a shower and wash some of the sand still clinging to her body. Twenty or so minutes later, Hillary emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her nude body and rubbing another towel vigorously through her damp hair. She was about to take a closer look at the lamp when she heard a knock at the door. Quickly throwing a robe on, she hurried over to the entrance to see who her visitor was. To her pleasant surprise, she found her boyfriend Jack waiting for her with a warm smile on his face. After the two embraced, Hillary showed him inside and asked why he wasn’t away on his business trip he told her about. " Well, apparently the people who I was going to meet have been delayed by last minute problems and they asked me to hold off on the meeting until next weekend. The good thing about this is I now have 4 days without any work hassles to bother me and I get to spend it doing whatever and with whoever I desire, " Jack said warmly as he wrapped his arms around his girlfriend’s waist. " That’s great ! Hey, I can show you what I found at the beach today. It’s really cool ! " Hillary said happily as she led her boyfriend over to the table to show him the lamp. After a few minutes looking over the item and trying without success to make sense of the symbols written on it, Jack asked his girlfriend to get some lamp oil out while he cleaned up the exterior of the item. After filling the lamp and finding the wick was still lightable despite being in the ocean, Jack dug out a lighter from his pants pockets and lit the wick in it. The two turned off the room’s lights and enjoyed the bright glow that was emanating from the lamp for several minutes. Suddenly, the light smoke emitting from the lamp turned bright red in color and started to thicken rapidly as it gathered above the object. In a matter of seconds, the entire area above the table was filled with a thick cloud of red smoke which forced the couple to quickly back away. Before the couple could decide what to do next, the cloud slowly formed into a bright red ball of energy which glowed brighter and brighter by the second. Moments later, the energy dissipated completely and a mid 40’s bespectacled man dressed in a dark blue suit stood next to the table. " I am the genie Farzeeth and you have released me from the lamp that has kept me prisoner for thousands of years. As a reward for your freeing me, I am prepared to grant you, with certain conditions, four wishes for whatever you desire, " the man said with a booming voice. Stunned momentarily by the sight before them, Jack was the first to recover his voice. " Ummm….I don’t mean to doubt you or anything but you don’t look like a genie. Besides, the lamp you came out of isn’t one from thousands of years ago and the genies I’ve read about only grant three wishes. Could you maybe give us a little gesture to prove you are who you claim to be ? " he asked with bravado in his voice. Shaking his head slightly, Farzeeth looked at the two with contempt and amusement both visible on his face. " First off, I was reading the minds of both of you when I was slowly regaining my corporeal form. I assumed the appearance of someone capable of making money disappear and bringing joy or sadness to the people he meets. Judging by what I now perceive, I think you call the person a ’ bank manager’ though I could be wrong. I’m not used to the terminology of this particular century or region of the world. If it’ll make you two feel more at ease, I’ll assume the appearance of what you perceive beings of my nature to look like, " the genie announced in a loud and boisterous voice. “ALZEK BEKROATH UCLTOTH!!!” Farzeeth intoned which immediately resulted in a cloud forming around him and the table next to him. When it dissipated five or ten seconds later, the dark skinned genie stood wearing a white turban with a silk outfit that looked like the typical outfit worn by Egyptians from the 19th century. The lamp had changed as well with a smaller version that looked to be pure gold and the appearance of a lamp that came straight out of a cartoon movie. " Now that my appearance is more in keeping with what you anticipated, it’s time to discuss the part of your question in terms of the number of wishes. Despite what you have been led to believe, a genie can award any number of wishes depending on his or her mood. My friend Jangizeth granted the ones who freed him ten wishes when he emerged in the country I think you call Canada. Of course, he wasn’t aware of the citizens’ tendency towards promiscuous activities and the fact they wanted a sport to play and dominate when not enjoying those activities. Nevertheless, Jangizeth granted the wishes and look where they are today, " Farzeeth intoned with a wry smile. " Yeah….a country of snow, beavers and polite people……BORING!!! " Jack murmured to his girlfriend, who tried not to laugh out loud in response. " As for the wishes themselves, there are some general parameters or limits to the scope of them. First off, I can’t change the past so if you want to go back and do better in a job interview or have higher grades in school, it’s not going to happen. Secondly, I’m not going to kill anybody for you so if you’re thinking of becoming the head of a gang of criminals, you might want to try another career option. Third, my powers to fulfill wishes weakens considerably as the scale of wish gets bigger. In other words, what you wish for globally may not be as exact as something you want personally, " Farzeeth said with a smile. " Ummmm….ok…I guess I can understand the limits. Does it matter if we’re not ready to give our wishes right now ? " Hillary said with a look of awe visible on her face as she tried to comprehend what was going on. " No, not at all. When you’re ready to make your wishes, just call out my name and I shall appear to grant them. One last thing: I have spent some time in the lamp so my focus is not what it used to be. When you tell me your wishes, don’t ramble on and on with your desires and dreams. Keep it short and precise. Is everything understood ? " Farzeeth said while brushing what appeared to be grains of sand off his sleeves. When the couple nodded in agreement, Farzeeth smiled and, with a bright flash of light, the genie disappeared from sight though there was an audible hum coming from the lamp on the table. A few moments later, Jack motioned for Hillary to follow him into the bedroom. " Well, what do ya think ? Should we wish to be millionaires ? Owners of the biggest house in the world ? " Jack said enthusiastically while looking around the sparsely furnished room. " Let’s keep it simple. I’ve seen too many movies where people get their wishes twisted by people with magic powers. Why don’t you let me start with a simple, straightforward wish and then we can go from there ? " Hillary replied with a mischievous look on her face. " Well……ok, but nothing too wild. I don’t want to blink and find myself surrounded by a new male harem that worships the ground you walk on, " Jack said with a mock sternness to his voice. Hillary laughed and nodded in agreement before the two stepped back into the dining room. After a few words of reassurance, she stood close to where she stood before in the dining room. Hillary composed herself as best she could before calling out the name of the genie. Moments later, Farzeeth appeared in the middle of the room holding what looked like a laptop computer in his arms. " This is amazing…..a way of communicating with people around the world without using your voice. Pictures of what goes on around the world available by tapping your fingers on a keyboard. It is stuff I only saw when previous people I encountered wished for it and even then, the wishes were rather limited, " the genie said with a look that was similar to what Jack and Hillary had when they first saw Farzeeth. " Ummm….I hate to interrupt you but I summoned you to make a wish, " Hillary said in a impatient voice. She was afraid that if she let the genie ramble on about all he discovered, she might misspeak her wish with disastrous results. " Ooops….sorry, I tend to ramble on when I’m trying to catch up with what had been going on with the world while I’ve been in my lamp. I gather that judging by the impatience in your voice, you’re prepared to make your first wish, " Farzeeth said with a twinkle in his eye. " Yes, I am. My first wish is for me to have bigger breasts and a body to match but nothing out of the ordinary, " Hillary said quickly and without hesitation. The genie nodded slightly in understanding. " A wish I have granted before… first time was back in ancient Babylonian times with a queen looking to gain favor from the members of her court…. or was it Egyptian times ? Oh, well,BREASTETH GROWLUS BEAUTIFICUS!!!" Farzeeth said in a loud and blooming tone. Mere moments later, Hillary felt her body starting to tingle from head to toe. She gasped slightly as the sensations started to center around her boobs, waist and thighs. Before she knew it, her chest was pushing outwards the robe she was wearing while, at the same time, she felt her waist narrowing by at least several inches while her legs thinned and became longer. Jack looked on with unabashed appreciation as he saw his girlfriend change rapidly right before his eyes. Hillary’s breasts continued to push outwards causing her robe to come undone and expose the two mounds of swelling mammaries that were poking outwards. Her eyes fluttered and she let out a slight moan of pleasure as the wish completed the transformation of her body. Her rather ordinary physique had been replaced by a buxom one that looked a model from a big boob adult magazine or a high priced movie actress. " Wow, I…. I look incredible! Don’t you think so, Jack ? " Hillary exulted as she twirled in front of her boyfriend. Jack, with his mouth hanging open, stood there in silence with a tiny bit of drool visible on his chin. " Now that your first wish has been granted, are you ready to tell me your second wish ? " Farzeeth said looking not the slightest bit embarrassed by Hillary’s partial nudity. " Ummmm… not really….would it be all right if we waited and thought over our next wish ? " Hillary said with a dreamy expression on her face as she ran her hands up and down her new body even as Jack helped refasten her robe. " No rush at all. It seems I’ve got a lot of catching up to do with what’s gone on since the last time I was freed from my lamp so take all the time you need. When you’re ready, just call me and I’ll be here, " the genie said with a wink before turning into a loud cloud of red gas that rapidly dissipated and vanished altogether in a matter of moments. Jack looked at his girlfriend and smiled in approval. " Well, I think your wish turned out just as you planned, honey. Do you want to head into the bedroom so we can check out your new looks a little more personally ? " he said with a sly wink. After a few moments of hesitation, Hillary nodded and told Jack to wait in the bedroom while she makes sure the doors are locked for the night. When Hillary entered the bedroom, the two started to slowly caress and kiss each other in the usual foreplay before intimacy. However, when Jack tried to initiate the early stages of intimacy, Hillary begged off saying she wasn’t in the mood and a little tired from the day’s events. Disappointed, Jack muttered that it was all right and the two quickly settled into a light sleep. However, the aborted lovemaking seemed to have bothered Jack a lot more than he initially let on as he brought it up when they discussed their next wish to be given to Farzeeth. " Listen, why don’t we keep the next wish simple ? You always seem a reluctant when it comes to us making love at night. Why don’t we make the wish based on that ? I’ll make it if you’re scared you’ll mess up the words or phrasing, " Jack said looking at his girlfriend with a friendly look. " Well, I guess it would only be fair after all considering I used the first wish purely for myself. Just make sure that you turn me into a nymphomaniac, ok ? " Hillary said as she stood up and grabbed her bathrobe from a nearby chair. " Well, maybe just a little nympho…..Ha ! Ha ! " Jack said which produced great peals of laughter from both of them. After a quick kiss and a hug, the two quickly dressed and headed out into the dining room, where the lamp sat patiently waiting for the next request for Farzeeth to fulfill. After Jack drank a cup of coffee, he cleared his throat and called out the genie’s name once again. A few seconds later, the familiar cloud of red smoke appeared in the room with Farzeeth appearing before them with what looked like a large screened TV hanging in the air in front of him. " Amazing… hundreds of channels offering everything from what the weather is like to men and women making love after giving advice to couples looking to improve their marriages. It seems my fellow genies have been busy while I’ve been floating around in the ocean. Now, then, I gather you two wish to make another wish, yes ? " Farzeeth said while snapping his fingers ,which resulted in the TV disappearing. " Well, yes, I’ll be making the next wish. I…… " Jack started to say before Hillary tugged on his shirt sleeve and leaned over to whisper in his right ear. After a few moments, Jack nodded and stood straight once again to face Farzeeth. " Ok… my wish is that Hillary is always ready and eager to have sex, with me taking care of her forever and ever, " Jack said in a rather rapid fire manner as if he wanted to make sure he didn’t stumble across the wrong word. Farzeeth frowned slightly and looked at the couple for a few seconds with growing puzzlement becoming visible on his face. “Hmmmm… I’m not really sure if I can fulfill this wish according to the way you’ve worded it. Let me mull it over for a bit and if I can do it, you’ll see the results before the end of today, I promise, " the genie said rubbing his right hand thoughtfully over his bearded chin. Nodding uncertainly, Jack and Hillary watched as the genie disappeared much like he did before. Running her hands through her hair, Hillary told her boyfriend she was going to change and take a quick dip in the pool out back before dinner. Jack nodded and said he’d be checking to see if his TV shows taped on his DVD/VCR combination system. " Yep… that Czech documentary on the rarely seen carnivorous fir tree seems to be have been recorded ok… oh…. Hillary!…. Hillary, I think you forgot something ! " Jack said as he stood up and quickly hurried in the direction of the bedroom. However, just before he got to the room, he felt his body start to tingle from head to toe accompanied by a feeling of dizziness. Jack leaned against the room’s door frame and gazed with a growing fog in his mind at his girlfriend. Just as Jack was looking in, Hillary, who had stripped all her clothes off to put on her bathing suit and even had a towel in her right hand, looked to have just realized that her new look would mean the suit would no longer fit. However, the truth was, the situation was far different than what it appeared to be though judging by the rapidly clouding expression of Jack, he wasn’t aware of it. However, Hillary knew what was going on but was in no position to tell anyone as her ability to speak had vanished as had her ability to move in the slightest. Her left arm was frozen bent at the elbow with the hand resting on her head rumpling through her blond locks. Her right arm hung loosely at her side with her legs slightly splayed apart as if she was going to bend down. Hillary’s eyes were wide open though whether it was from a last minute realization of something happening to her or not was hard to tell from the befuddled perspective of Jack. Hillary was well aware that her body was unresponsive to her thoughts and, judging by her reflection in a mirror opposite her, transforming rapidly. Her skin seemed to be taking on a glossy, artificial tone with all blemishes and freckles disappearing rapidly. The change was accompanied by Hillary having the feeling that her insides were liquefying and becoming nothing more than air or gas. ...

Paula sipped on her morning coffee as she surfed the internet and looked over articles that interested her that morning. The brunette was in her final year of college and it had been a journey that was long, to say the least. From the very first day she had set foot on campus, Paula knew that she didn’t have the smarts to get the degree she was looking for. However, she did have two things going for her: an eight figure trust fund as a result of her parents tragic disappearance during a vacation in northern Canada (their bodies were never found) and a sexual appetite that was, according to men she had dallied with, phenomenal. Consequently, she used her money to bribe professors into giving her good grades or seducing others into a tryst that she would later use to blackmail them to achieve her goals. On the rare occasions when she had a female professor for a course, Paula would seduce the woman’s husband or even the woman herself (Paula wasn’t bisexual but she figured the goal was all that mattered) and found herself with an excellent mark in the end. ...

Janice walked up and down the aisles of the flea market looking for the odd knick knack she could use to decorate her home. A collector of items that ranged from old Barbie dolls to miniature houses patterned after the mansions of 16th and 17th century European mansions, she often frequented places like this as well as the local auction houses with an eye for something that sparked her interest. ...

The year was 1979 and the so-called " Cold War " was still in full effect with the Americans and Soviets trying numerous covert ways to try and find out top secret intelligence ranging from listening devices to seducing top level intelligence officers with well trained female operatives or “snapdragons” as some referred to them as. It was the latter that found Olga basking in the comforts of a private spa located just outside Prague, the capital of Czechoslovakia. She was invited here by her American lover, Bill Madison, who worked out of the local embassy. They had met about eighteen months ago when he met her at the local flower shop she managed. Bill had fallen head over heels in love with Olga almost immediately and spent a considerable amount of time showing her the sights and sounds of Prague and the surrounding countryside while answering her questions about his work. ...

Catherine stumbled through the front door of her home and managed to remember to remove the key that was still stuck in the door lock. She then closed the door and flung her purse onto the kitchen counter before flopping onto a nearby overstuffed chair. “Ooooohh.. I shouldn’t have had that much champagne… my head feels like it’s stuffed with cotton balls tonight. " Catherine muttered to herself as she held her head in her hands. After about thirty seconds or so, she slowly got up and staggered into the bathroom where she stripped off her clothes and took a long hot shower. ...

Colleen stretched her arms wide as she slowly woke up from a great night’s sleep. She slowly climbed out of bed and walked out into her kitchen where she poured herself a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. Wearing only a sheer nightie that did nothing to hide her amazing figure especially her huge breasts which stood quite prominently under the flimsy material, the brown haired beauty ran her hands through her locks as she contemplated what she was going to do that day. ...

Monica looked through her day planner as she sat at the kitchen table waiting for her common law husband Tony to come back from the errands he had left earlier to take care of. The brunette stopped leafing through her notebook when she came upon the date she had marked as being the time for the annual Fetish Ball, a well known event where people dressed in outrageous outfits from every odd interest and kink known. Men and women would routinely show up dressed in latex and leather outfits that looked to be straight out of a BDSM scene. For all the participants, it was great fun to show their passion for a particular kink by arriving in costumes that normally would get them arrested in public for indecency. ...

Cassie hurried off the stage after the last bars of music faded away to change into her costume for the last part of the night’s show. The fact that it was the final night for the revue saddened her deeply as she had made many friends over the eighteen month run including most of her fellow performers. With the show’s pending closure, they would all go their separate ways and probably never see each other again. ...

Iris was more than a little upset as she paced back and forth in the apartment. She had divorced her husband Tim over six months ago and asked her lawyers to try and get her stuff back. However, Tim was deliberately dragging things out and Iris figured she’d be old and grey before she finally got her things back. She was just about to call her lawyer again and do some serious venting when there was a knock on her apartment door. When she answered it, she found Lionel, the building superintendent waiting for her. Dressed in his usual greasy overalls and tattered flannel shirt with an odor that smelled of a sewer line, his usual look of sleaziness made Iris want to cringe and run away " Ms. Allen, I just want to let you know that your ex was at the building while you were at work today. He had a bunch of stuff that belonged to you that he wanted to leave in your apartment but I remembered what you said about not letting your ex in your place. I had him store your items in a couple of empty storage lockers and if you want, I can help bring your stuff up now if you want, " Lionel said with his usual disgusting leer of lust visible " Ummm, thanks, but I think me and my friend can handle bringing up the stuff if you can show me which lockers they’re in. Let me know if Tim shows up again anytime soon, ok ? I gotta go take care of something I’ve started on the stove so I’ll talk to you later tonight, " Iris said quickly while closing the door rapidly before her visitor had a chance to say another word. Once she was reasonably certain the superintendent had left, Iris grabbed her jacket and headed to meet her friend Gwen down at the local internet cafe for their usual chat over a cup of Irish cream coffee. Heading down the apartment stairway, she noticed there were a fairly large amount of furniture movers coming to and from the apartments. Gwen thought it was rather strange as usually this kind of activity only happened at the end of the month when leases expired. Squeezing past the burly men, the blonde made her way down the stairs and out of the building. Walking briskly down the sidewalk, the attractive blonde stopped when she got to her destination - a cafe where she met Gwen often for coffee and to gossip. When she walked inside, Iris’ smile brightened when she spotted Gwen seated at their usual table waving her over. After exchanging hellos and Iris ordered her usual cup of coffee, the two settled in for their usual chat of anything interesting going on in each other’s lives. Gwen mentioned that she’d be staying temporarily at one of local hotels for the next week or so while they fumigated the apartment building she lived in by herself. Iris’ eyes brightened as an idea came to mind how to help her friend out. " Just a second, Gwen, I’ve got an idea about where you can live during the whole time your place is being sprayed. I just need your help moving some stuff I got back from my ex today up from my building’s basement, " Iris said with a dazzling smile. After a few minutes of working out the details and Iris’ refusing to take Gwen’s offer of money towards the rent while Gwen stayed with her, the two agreed to the arrangement and looked forward to it much like two teenagers on a camping trip. ...

A solitary figure stood before a large monitor that flickered with static and provided faint illumination to the surroundings. After a minute or two, a figure appeared on the screen though only it’s glowing blue eyes could be seen in the darkness surrounding it. " Do you understand the mission, Agent D ? " the image on the screen inquired. " Yes, my Empress. I will be heading to the planet Earth where I will obtain sufficient raw materials for our planet’s needs. Upon my arrival, I will assume the shape and form of a typical resident and blend into their society to study and select candidates for acquisition." Agent D replied with its’ head bowed. The Empress’ head nodded slightly in approval. " We will send other agents to aid you in your mission upon you reporting initial success. Remember, the D’oll empire is counting on you to succeed. If you fail, well, you know the punishment…." she rasped with a faint squeak emanating from the background. The agent dropped its’ head in acknowledgment of the unspoken while keeping private thoughts best left unsaid. She snapped to attention as the screen flickered brightly before fading to black with the empire’s crest staying on the screen. Agent D then left the room determined to carry out her goals no matter what the costs. **Sometime after tomorrow……**Nina looked over a thick stack of papers and muttered several words to herself repeatedly while standing at the far end of the studio. At the other end of the building, several people were busy adjusting lighting fixtures, moving various props in and out of the stage area and other tasks in preparing the set. " All right, Nina, if you’re all set, we can shoot the final scene for today’s filming. It’s the one where you’ve just escaped from the alien breeding pens and are being hunted down by the female human guards, who are working for the aliens in return for promised wealth and prosperity. You struggle through the dense jungle undergrowth desperately trying to stay ahead of the guards in pursuit while hoping to find help or safe haven from the monsters. After running through what seems to be miles of water and trees, you drag your barely clad body into what appears to be a lagoon area with fresh water. Collapsing next to it, you lie for minutes until you are surprised by one of the guards who, without warning, turns you over and fires a paralyzing beam at you." the director intones while leafing through his script. Nina nodded as she paged through her copy of the script until she arrived at the scene that was mentioned and started reading it over. " Umm..Bernie, I have a question about this part where it’s mentioned that both me and the guard are both naked at the end of the scene. Is that really needed for the scene we’re about to film ? " she said running her left hand through her blonde locks. The director shook his head slowly " Look, Nina, we went over this just the other day. You take your rags off to take a quick dip in the lagoon before climbing out for the rest. The guard’s clothes have been ripped off by a monster it had to fight while in pursuit of you. Don’t forget what I said about expressing a whole range of emotions for this scene. When the movie awards are handed out, they look for actresses who can bring out the whole range of feelings." Bernie said to the actress while silently chuckling to himself over the ridiculous nature of his last statement. Nina nodded as though things were much clearer now " Ok, if it means better reviews for my performance, I guess I can do that scene in the nude. Where would you like me to first… make-up or costume department ? " she asked with her usual bubbly voice. The director smiled and gestured towards several people on the far end of the set as he moved in preparation to beginning to film. Several hours… and many takes later…." CUT ! CUT! Dammit… this is incredibly frustrating ! " the director shouted at the crew while slamming his script on the floor. He stormed over to where the actresses were standing nearly knocking over part of the backdrop in the process. " Nina, you have to wait for the guard to emerge from the underbrush before you start screaming and saying your lines otherwise you look like you’re talking to yourself. React to what goes on around you before you say your lines, please ? " Bernie said to the crestfallen blonde who nodded in quiet understanding. The director then turned to the other woman who was standing nearby holding a gun prop " Tiffany, you have to keep running when you’re in the ‘jungle. You can’t just stop and look around halfway through the pursuit of the escaped prisoner. One other thing…. please try and look more menacing when you emerge from the underbrush with your weapon pointed at Nina. If you have the ’enforcer rifle’ pointed at the ground, it’s not going to look believable to the people watching on the big screen ! " Bernie shouted at first one woman and then the other while the other cast members cleared away quickly. Storming away towards the chair, the director looked at his watch and sighed out loud. " All right, people, it’s late and I’m not in the mood to do take 17 of this particular scene tonight. Let’s call it a wrap for the night, people, and we’ll start filming again first thing in the morning. " Bernie called out to the cast and crew before turning to an assistant and asking where his coffee was. With the time approaching 3 am, the crew quickly started storing props and equipment away while the cast either headed home directly or changed into normal attire. Nina, clad in a purple bathrobe, walked towards her trailer mulling over the scene they were having trouble with as well as looking at lines for the following scene set to be filmed that involved an earlier part of the flick where she is abducted by the evil aliens. She was about to step up into the trailer and change into her own clothes when she heard her name being yelled out. " Nina ! Nina ! Hold on a second ! " Tiffany, clad in a blue bathrobe, yelled out from the other end of the set as she ran across it with her white high heels making loud clicking noises as she went. Nina, a little puzzled by the sense of urgency in her fellow actress’ voice, stopped and waited to hear what Tiffany had to say. " Nina, I was thinking… Bernie looked awfully upset about how that last scene wasn’t turning out the way he wanted it. I was wondering if you might want to try a little late night rehearsal with me after everybody’s headed home for the night. We can go over the whole chase part and I’ve got something in my trailer I can use for the part when I surprise you lying by the waterfall. It might just give us the edge when shooting starts in the morning and Bernie starts on his quest for the perfect scene. Are you up for it, Nina ? " Tiffany said with a dazzling smile on her face. Nina looked at Tiffany and thought about the offer for a few seconds " Well, as long as it doesn’t run too much later tonight, I’m game. Wouldn’t the studio security interfere with this little rehearsal of ours ? I don’t want some fat 50ish bald guy chewing on a donut drooling over the sight of two naked women by themselves late at night. " she said with a worried look on her face. Tiffany smirked and pulled out a large key chain that contained many keys of different sizes. " I happen to know the head security guard Trent quite well. He agreed to leave me the keys to lock up with after tonight’s late night practice. Of course, I might have led him to believe he’d be ’ rewarded’ in the near future. " she said while inserting the tip of her left index finger inside her mouth. Nina blushed deeply at the implications of Tiffany’s sentence before ducking into her trailer for a second. She stepped out carrying a small make-up bag in her right hand. " Well, Tiffany, let’s start running through fake trees on a wooden and plastic set, ok ? " Nina said which resulted in great peals of laughter from both women as they walked towards the quiet set. Later…. “…..better just lie here to rest.. those alien guardians… errr.. guards won’t bother me tonight…” Nina said stumbling over her last line of the scene’s first part. She blushed knowing that if they had been filming with the crew, Bernie would have ordered her off the set for such poor acting. Tiffany, standing off to the side, applauded enthusiastically as she walked over to her fellow actress looking over her copy of the shift as she did. " That was your best job yet on the scene, Nina. If you just relax a little and try to concentrate on your lines, you’ll be fine. " she said encouragingly. Nina shook her head slightly " I don’t know… I keep stumbling over the dialogue even when it’s just me talking to myself. Maybe we should go over the last part of the scene where you catch me unaware lying by the pool and aim your weapon at me to force my surrender. I’ll put some beach towels out for us to sit on while doing this part… my butt hurts anyway from all this running stuff anyway." she said while dashing back to her trailer for the towels she mentioned. Once she returned to the set, Nina spread out the towels on the floor before removing her bathrobe and tossing it on a nearby chair before sitting back on the towel and letting the cool air brush against her nude body. After a minute or two, she saw Tiffany walk out from behind one of the fake trees carrying what appeared to a large water gun that she saw often used down at the local beaches. " It’s not the Enforcer-XX gun prop from the shoot but I figured it’ll do for visual reference and be fun if we find the lighting too hot.." Tiffany said carrying the purple and blue water toy on her hip. Nina could see what she assumed to be water dripping a little out of the nozzle and figured that Tiffany had filled it earlier. After the two quickly went over what part to start at, Nina settled on the floor with her legs slightly propped up and arms covering her naked chest while Tiffany loomed over with her ’ weapon ’ pointed towards her. Nina cleared her throat and flicked her hair back before looking up at the ' guard ‘. " Oh, please, please let me go..! I’ll give you anything you want… I just want to be free…" Nina shouted upwards in a style that would best be described as overacting in the extreme. Tiffany looked down at the sprawled blonde before her and her face twisted in an evil look " It’s too late for pleading, foolish Earth woman. Prepare to become the property of the Planet D’oll ! " she snarled while releasing a steady stream of liquid at the prone Nina. " Those aren’t the right lines…. what’s this about the Doll Plan.. .ooohhh… " Nina thought as she started to ask Tiffany what was going on. However, her question was silenced by the horrific sight that she saw as well as started to feel. The spray from the water gun seemed to be causing some sort of allergic reaction in her as her skin seemed to be changing rapidly in color to a tan color from its’ normal warm pink hue. As well, she felt a growing sense of warmth mixed with erotic tinged pleasure growing through her body. " Tiffany… something is happening to me… I feel odd… what was in that water you sprayed me wi… ohhh.." Nina gasped before being struck by another spray which this time centered on her chest and face. A few seconds later, the erotic pleasure she was experiencing increased greatly as did the change in her skin that seemed to be taking on a glossy, almost artificial look. She could see what appeared to be seams appearing on her sides as if she was made out of sheets of vinyl and rubber but she knew that was impossible…. Tiffany got down on her knees and looked at Nina’s changing body with a knowing look in her eyes. She used her water gun to open wide the blonde’s legs exposing Nina’s pussy for all to see. Nine desperately tried to cover her exposed sex by closing her legs again or put her hands over it but found her arms and legs unresponsive to her thoughts. She could see her breasts were becoming the same material the rest of her was becoming composed of as her chest stopped moving altogether. Her tits became semi rigid mounds of plastic capped by bright pink circles with firm small nipples in the center. The pleasure Nina was feeling increased greatly when Tiffany moved her legs and she wanted to cry out in pleasure or protest but found she couldn’t do either as her ability to speak like her mobility and breathing had vanished. " One more should do the trick…" Tiffany said while firing a third spray onto Nina’s sex with a flourish. Seconds later, Nina’s pussy quivered sending the most intense orgasm Nina had ever experienced through her mostly artificial body before it opened into an ovular shape as it was now composed of the same material she was. As her mouth tightened into an O-shape and the interior dissolved into a soft supple rubbery cocoon, Nina realized what she was turning into… ...

Allison stepped out onto the pool deck in her home’s backyard stretching her arms wide as she basked in the mid day sun. Even though she was still a little fuzzy mentally from the gala party she had hosted the night before, there was nothing better in her mind to clear away a hangover than to laze about the pool just enjoying the weather. Dressed in a bright mutli colored bikini lined in black, she took great pride in the fact that her body was the envy of every woman she met and desired by the men she flirted with. ...

One thing Olivia loved to do when she was staying at her and her husband Tom’s penthouse was admire the view from the patio area. The view of downtown Buenos Aries was quite breathtaking especially early in the morning before it was covered in a thick layer of smog. Of course, considering the deteriorating state of her marriage, it may not be a view she would be enjoying much longer. About ten or so days ago, Olivia had returned early from a shopping trip she took in Lima and found Tom in bed with two local models who were seeing constantly on local TV modeling swimwear, lingerie and other items that were very trendy for consumers. Distraught, the blonde fled her home before Tom had a chance to try and talk his way out of the situation. After spending the next week or so at a friend’s home ignoring her husband’s constant cell phone calls and emails begging to meet with her, she contacted Tom and told him she’d be spending a few days at their penthouse and for him not to disturb her. After arguing for a few minutes, Olivia’s husband reluctantly agreed though he begged her to meet him soon. Olivia cut him off before he got too carried away and told him she’d call him afterwards to tell him her plans. " Mmmmmm…..maybe if I decide to divorce Tom, I’ll ask for this penthouse as part of the settlement, " Olivia said softly as she walked back inside to sip on her favorite brand of gourmet coffee. Although it was already quite warm for 9 am, the blonde felt she had to have a cup of caffeine in order to get her day started. Several minutes later, after finishing her coffee, Olivia was about to throw on her jacket and head off to visit her friends on the other side of Buenos Aries when she heard her doorbell ring. When she unlocked and opened the door, she found a dark haired mid twenties delivery woman waiting for her with a large bouquet of flowers. Puzzled as to the sender might be, Olivia signed for the flowers and walked back into her penthouse looking through the bouquet for a card of some sort. Finding none, the blonde inhaled deeply the fragrant scent coming from the flowers, which were of many varieties and looked to be a fairly expensive arrangement. " Mmmmm….I wonder if Tom is trying to make up by sending me gifts. He should know that my mind can’t be swayed by flowers and junk like that. I guess I should have give him a call and make sure it was….uh….was….ummm…him….whew… " Olivia said out loud as she suddenly felt a wave of dizziness overtake her. The blonde set the flowers down on a nearby table and turned slowly towards her cell phone that was at the opposite end of the room. Olivia’s feeling of general sluggishness seemed to be growing stronger by the second and her body was moving very slowly as she crossed the room. Halfway towards the cell phone, the blonde’s body seemed to freeze in mid motion with her right leg halted halfway in the middle of a step. No matter how much Olivia tried, she couldn’t move her arms, legs or head in the slightest. " HELP !! HELP ME !!! " Olivia shouted though she found her voice was restricted in volume to no more than her regular tone of voice. She was about to openly start sobbing when she heard the door to her apartment swing open and thought that her pleas had been when she heard someone step inside though from her position she couldn’t see who it was. A few seconds later, the familiar image of the delivery woman that had just visited Olivia came into her field of vision. The immobile woman, whose voice had now completed faded, saw, to her surprise and bafflement, that the delivery woman didn’t look the least bit surprised. In fact, the delivery woman’s face had a positively sinister look to it that sent a shudder down Olivia’s rigid form. " Well, well, looks like that toxin that was added to the flowers disguised as a fragrant scent did just as was planned. The first stage of the plan is complete, " the delivery woman chuckled as she pulled out a set of gloves from the box she was carrying. She carefully took the bouquet and put it into the box the gloves came from before removing the gloves and standing before Olivia once again. " Plan ? This was all part of some damned plan ? Why me ? What is going…..NOOO!!! DON’T DO THAT !!! " Olivia’s thoughts of bewilderment over his situation quickly turned to shock and horror as she felt her clothes being quickly stripped off her rigid body by the delivery woman. The immobile blonde saw the woman gather up her clothes and put them on a nearby chair leaving Olivia nude save for her shoes. " Now, Mrs. Suarez, it’s time to do phase two of this little plan. It involves a little process that you’ve probably never seen before and never will again. This part all starts courtesy of this little device that I’m holding in my right hand, " the woman said holding up an electronic device in her right hand for Olivia to see. " To the uninitiated, this looks like a code scanner that all delivery people would carry around. However, it is, in fact, a rather sophisticated unit recently developed in private research labs in Canada. You see, when the prongs come into contact with human skin for longer than three seconds, it delivers a low voltage electrical shock some people might mistake as a stun gun attack. In fact, the electricity masks the introduction of a synthetic chromosome which has been bioengineered to rewrite your physical being on the cellular level according to the settings on the scanner. In your case, it’s been set to something very naughty indeed - an inanimate LOVE DOLL!!! " the delivery woman exclaimed with a tone that was decidedly nasty. " LOVE DOLL !!!…..NOOO!!!!!….. " Olivia mentally wailed as she felt the device being gently prodded into her back by her tormentor. Moments later, the blonde felt the electrical charge hinted at which seemed to flow to every part of her body in a sharp sensation. When the feeling subsided, she saw the phony delivery girl had moved a mirror over in front of Olivia so she could see the transformation in every detail. For about five or ten seconds, Olivia saw no visible effects to her body and she felt nothing out of the ordinary. She was starting to believe that the delivery woman’s words were just lies and that her paralysis was due to some curare compound when she saw the first visible signs of the promised transformation. On her arms, legs and stomach, her skin was becoming smooth and glossy devoid of any freckles, blemishes or other imperfections. At the same time, Olivia felt a growing sense of lightness inside as if her entire internal structure was changing into nothing more than air or helium. She wanted desperately to close her eyes or at least turn away from what she was seeing but her head, like the rest of her body, was frozen in position looking at the mirror put in front of her and there was nothing she could do about it. " Oooohhhhh….my…..what…what is happening now…?….ohhh….. " Olivia thought to herself as she felt, as well as saw, her pussy clench tight which triggered a feeling of intense pleasure went through her body from the tips of her toes all the way up to her brain. A few moments later, the blonde saw her pussy open again as it formed into a perfect pink circle with the interior consisting of a latex and rubber sac. Olivia could see what looked like seams starting to appear along her limbs as well as across her waist that indicated she was a latex doll sewn together at a factory and not the woman she really was. The smoothness she had seen before was spreading rapidly to all parts of her body with a definite shine becoming apparent to her. She felt another bolt of erotic pleasure that felt almost as good as an orgasm as she sensed her anus move upwards by several inches before forming into the same circular opening her pussy had formed. While these physical changes were happening to Olivia, her growing sense of lightness was intensifying along with a growing desire for pleasure. She realized that her conscious thought was gradually being consumed by the simplistic thinking of a love doll ( if such things could actually think). The transformation swept up through Olivia’s torso and she saw her mound of pubic hair disappear in the blink of an eye ( though she couldn’t bad an eyelash). She shuddered mentally in pleasure in spite of her predicament as she felt, as well as saw, her breasts swell outwards even as they took on the artificial appearance that the rest of her body was changing to. Perfectly round pink areolas capped by thick, rubbery nipples appearing on her growing bosoms. With a faint sound of what seemed like stretching rubber, her breasts expanded until reaching what looked like DD cup in size surrounded by seams that held them firm and enticing to any who might want to caress them. Olivia experienced a sensation of something growing out of the small of her back which she figured was an inflation plug that all inflatable dolls had. " Mmmmmm…. my tits feel so good… I hope my owner fondles them soon…. NOOOO!!!… I’m not some inanimate fuck toy… I’m alive…. someone will change me back….. I know…. ooooohhhh !!!! " Olivia thought to herself as her thinking shifted back and forth as if she was in some sort of mental quicksand. The transformation reached her head and shoulders as the blonde felt her head swell outwards slightly with the same hollow feeling Olivia had experienced earlier becoming apparent between her ears. Her mouth pulled into an inviting O shaped opening with her mouth, teeth and tongue melting away as the interior formed into a smooth sac perfect for probing. She felt her hair changing into nylon fibers that still looked amazingly realistic as the strands hung loosely around her latex head. The transformation completed its’ process as Olivia’s blue eyes became nothing more than painted features that the love doll could still see with somehow. The fake delivery woman smiled in approval as the inanimate sex doll that Olivia now was wobbled back and forth under the gentle breeze that was coming from a nearby open window. " Well, that part is done. I guess we move to phase three in this little plan, " the woman said with a wolfish grin. Walking towards the doll, the woman grabbed it around the waist and carried it slowly towards the outside patio. The doll’s lower half dragged against the floor slightly due to the black heels it was still wearing with straps wrapped tightly around its’ hollow legs. Once out on the patio, the woman hefted the doll upwards slightly before setting it gently crossways on a nearby stool. She positioned the dolls’ arms so that they were behind the doll with the right hand slightly out to the side and the left directly behind the blow-up sex toy. She then shifted the doll’s legs slightly so that they were resting on top of each other and keep them from forming into the V shape that all sex dolls legs formed. ...

The gray stone building looked very nondescript with the moderately priced cars parked next to it and the signage outside indicating there were government offices inside that dealt with employment, immigration and foreign affairs. For the people walking by the building who saw the people, dressed in business suits and such, leaving and entering, it looked like just another building for civil servants. However, the truth was the building was just a facade as were the offices that made up the floors above ground. Underneath, there was a vast complex of top secret offices, laboratories and a host of people working for a top secret organization dedicated to maintaining the peace of the world covertly through extraordinary means and circumstances. The OTTA ( Order Through Transformation Agency ) was a hive of intelligence gathering specifically oriented to identifying women who were at the core of large scale criminal operations and remove them permanently from the scene. However, their method of achieving this goal was rather unique to say the least. Each agent had, upon their hiring by the agency, been bioengineered by OTTA’s top scientists for transformation of their female targets during acts of intercourse. The agent’s sperm had genetically changed to include genes that, when entering a woman’s vagina, anus or mouth and mixing with the fluids already present, would trigger a rapid change in the woman’s cellular structure from a living, breathing woman to an inanimate object. The fact that the transformed women resembled love dolls in their final state was somewhat of a mystery to most of the younger staff at OTTA though some speculated that it was because of the inventor of the gene changing formula had a fixation with sex dolls. For Henry Charlton, the lead agent for OTTA, the speculation behind why the organization transformed its’ targets into inflatable sex toys didn’t matter to him at all as he strolled down the brightly lit hallways of the base. He had received an email earlier in the day that the intelligence section ( known as Section ’ I ’ ) had determined who and where his next assignment was going to be. Dressed in his usual dark blue pinstripe suit, he was quite dashing and handsome who drew many a stare from women that he passed by. However, given his ‘abilities’, he tended to avoid any deep relationships else his lover wind up on a shelf in some adult entertainment store. " You know, I should ask the lab boys if this procedure can be reversed when I decide to retire from the agency. It’s one thing I should have looked into before joining up to help protect the world. Ah, the mistakes we make when we’re young, " Henry thought as he stopped at the last door on the hallway’s left side. Pulling out his wallet, the agent withdrew a silver and black card with OTTA stenciled in large letters in the center. Swiping the car through a device mounted to the wall next to the door, Henry waited until the panel flashed a bright green color before pulling open the door. When he stepped inside, he found himself standing in the main office for OTTA’s head of operations, Gerald Olsen. Gerald, a mid 50’s man with thinning black hair, growing waistline and a disdain for modern technology. Although he approved of the use of every bit of technology, secret and otherwise, in the pursuit of OTTA’s goals, Gerald kept no computers in his office and insisted all reports be given in person or submitted on paper. Despite his idiosyncrasies, he was well known in the agency for his razor sharp intellect and ability to adapt to any change in situation. " Mr. Olsen, what do you have for me today in terms of gadgets and intelligence? " Henry asked in his usual confident manner as he took his seat in a highback leather chair opposite his boss. " Agent Charlton, I’ll remind you this isn’t some sort of British secret service agency like you see in the movies. We operate on a clandestine basis underneath the usual government inquiries but part of our organization which is similar to the espionage world of governments everywhere is a sense of discipline and order. In short, knock off the breeziness when you address me at all times! Is that understood, Agent Charlton? " Gerald said with a rigid determination evident in his voice. " Geez, Gerry got out of bed a little on the grumpy side this morning. I better tone things back for now…. " Henry thought as he mutely nodded and his face took on a more somber expression. " Now, then, your next assignment is to take care of the woman named Christiana Flirdato, head of a cosmetic empire based in Europe. She’s secretly testing new lines of cosmetics on beavers she’s smuggling in from Canada and when she’s done with them, she’s arranged for them to be secretly released into the wild. If that wasn’t bad enough, there have been rumors that she’s starting up an aphrodisiac line that involved testing on human guinea pigs that she’s abducted. We want you, Agent Olsen, to infiltrate her organization, use your charms to get yourself in a relationship with the woman and then resolve the situation as normal. Any questions so far? " OTTA’s head said sternly to the agent while shuffling through the papers on his desk. " Nothing so far, sir. Do we have any information on the people that work for her or any potential problems I might run into? After that mission in Canada, I’d prefer not to have any surprises to deal with, " Henry said as his memory flashed back to the moment where he was almost killed by a group of killer hockey players. " I can certainly understand your desire for foreknowledge, Agent Charlton. After all, I assumed my position as agency head after the previous one died when he went flying and forgot to check the weather forecast before flying into the Bermuda Triangle area. One can never be too careful, " Gerald replied as he opened one of his desk drawers and started rummaging through them. After a minute or two, OTTA’s head pulled out a bright red folder and handed it on the agent. Stamped in bold, black letters were the words OPERATION: BETTER WORLD with a fair amount of paperwork included inside of it judging by its’ thickness. Opening up the folder, Henry saw there were several 8 X 10 photos of Christiana and a few of her other associates. There was also quite a bit of material detailing backgrounds, characteristics, known associates, etc. with synopsis written by various department heads. " All right, Agent Charlton, you can go over the details for your mission in the 48 hours before you leave for Europe. Right now, I’d suggest you head down to the R & D department and see what they have for you in the way of gadgets, " Gerald said in a dismissive tone as he opened a folder for himself to read and twirled around in his chair so that its’ back was facing the agent. " Same old Gerald….when he’s done talking, he’s got to make a big dramatic gesture to emphasize it….sheesh! " Henry thought to himself as he left the office quietly and made his way to the elevators at the end of the hallway. Pushing the button for SL3, the agent slowly descended in the elevator car until reaching the floor in question. Stepping out on the desired floor, Henry walked down the corridors of a floor that looked very similar to the one he just left. The main differences were that there was the audible hum of electronic equipment coming from behind every door on the floor along with the odor of various types of take-out foods that seemed to hang in the air. " Geez, these guys exude the phrase ' computer nerds’, " the agent thought as he swiped his computer card on a panel near a door at the end. After allowing the computer to scan his eyes and right hand, the door opened a few seconds later and the agent stepped inside. The room Henry entered seemed to be a typical work area for the inventors in OTTA with numerous wires, computer components and partly completed shells lying on numerous work tables. At the far end of the room, there were several rooms with clear glass walls that were set up to demonstrate and try out experimental devices with female volunteers. In one such room, a nude blonde was standing in front of what looked like a bathroom vanity. When she opened the cabinet, a stream of thick, pink goo streamed out and totally enveloped the woman. Henry watched in fascination as the goo quickly tightened around the woman and in 30 seconds or so, a pink love doll laid sitting on the floor with an O shaped mouth and vagina. The only facts that indicates the woman herself was still alive was that the eyes were still human and moving and that there were no seams visible on the limbs or torso. " Hmmmm…that would be an interesting, and fun, way of trapping a female assassin….doubt the research boys have that in mind… " Henry thought as he moved onto the next experimental room. He saw that there was a naked redhead strapped into what looked like a mechanical fucking machine. As the dildo shoved in and out of the writhing woman, Henry saw the woman’s eyes roll about as her pending orgasm seemed to be consuming every part of her body. Just as the woman reached the pinnacle of her passion and her hips started to bounce up and down, her whole body seemed to be enveloped by a mild wave of electrical energy that seemed to lock the woman in place completely immobile. A few moments later, two metal claws at the bottom of the bench the woman was on grasped hold of her ankles and spread the legs into a V shape. Simultaneously, two other claws grabbed hold of the immobile woman’s wrists and gently pushed her arms into L type positions. To complete the process, a clear plastic hose slowly lowered from the ceiling and sprayed a fine, pink foam over the woman’s body. After thirty seconds or so, the foam dissipated revealing an inanimate love doll was the woman’s new form with no signs of life whatsoever. " That one is a temporary change, Agent Charlton. The OTTA higher management types want a procedure like this in place in case the mission target’s ultimate status has yet to be determined at time of assignment. However, this won’t apply to your mission at all so we can move on to your gadgets for this outing, " a rotund mid 50’s man chirped while making a note with a stylus on his laptop. " Ok, sounds good, Gadgeteer. Tell me what your boys have come up with this time, " Henry said while running his hand over what looked like a latex boob " Don’t touch that!! If you stimulate the nipple, it activates the explosive inside the shell and there won’t be anything left in a thousand foot radius, " the scientist exclaimed while shaking his head in disappointment. " Sorry about that, G. I’ll try not to stimulate anything else here during my visit, " the veteran OTTA agent said in a voice that seemed sarcastic in tone. " Agent Charlton, I’ll remind you, like I’ve told you every time you come to my labs, that my name is not ’ G’ or something like ’ Gadgeteer’. Just address me as Mr. Gatchison, thank you," the R & D chief exclaimed while waggling a finger in Henry’s direction. " Fine, fine, G….Gatchison, show me what you tech fellows have whipped up for this mission, " the agent said with sincerity though both he and Gatchison knew he didn’t really mean it. " Uh-huh. Well, the first thing we have is this…it looks like a normal, everyday condom to anyone who sees it. However, it has very unique properties that are specifically designed to your ’ unique’ abilities. To begin with, the condom can be put on up to 24 hours before the initiation and will be completely invisible to the naked eye. When you engage in your…umm…physical interaction, the condom protects your dick and several inches around it from the unique properties of your body, " Gatchison said solemnly as he tried to maintain his usual sense of decorum and handed Henry what looked like an ordinary condom wrapped in plastic and tinfoil. " Well, this is certainly an idea that was long overdue. If you can ship me a case or two, I might consider resuming a relationship with a young lady I met back in a mission in Brazil. A lovely young lady with a great….personality that….. " Henry said with a sly smile appearing on his face. However, he stopped his reminiscing when he noticed Gatchison’s face grow dark in anger yet again. " Agent Charlton, as I’ve told you in just about every visit you’ve made to these labs, the devices we design here are manufactured for use by agents like yourself on the missions they undertake. The items are not to be used to enhance your sexual libido outside of work! If you want to use them privately, you can submit the proper paperwork to Mr. Olsen for approval, " the scientist said waggling his finger once again at the agent. " I’ve applied six times already and been rejected six times….I’ll be 95 and using Viagra by the time Gerald gives me the ok….! " Henry thought as he nodded several times in response to Gatchison’s continued rant. “…..and that’s why we do things that way. Ok, the other item we have for you to use in your next assignment is rather unusual. It looks like an ordinary box for the storage of a deflated sex doll but when the deflated dolly is placed inside and the top is closed, the box acts much like a trash compactor and condenses itself and the doll until the two are as thin as a piece of paper. In this state, which can be reversed by the depressing of a button on the back of the box, the doll can be slipped under your shirt or another article of clothing in case the need for a quick departure is needed. However, I must warn you that the compression effect starts ten seconds after the top is closed so I would advise that you don’t try and cop a last second feel, " Gatchison intoned with a straight face. If it was anyone else who had said the last part of what Henry just heard, Henry would be doubling over in laughter. Mindful of the atmosphere he was in, Henry silently accepted the items for his mission and kept his thoughts to himself. After going over the details on safety protocols in the event Henry needed a quick extraction after completing his mission, the agent was sent on his way to make ready to leave once again on a mission to make the world a safer place…… Three days later……in London……. " Give up, Charlton! You haven’t got a chance! " a policeman called out from a position in front of a row of rundown warehouses. Inside one of them, Henry was crouched behind one of the crates with his handgun clutched in his right hand. The agent glanced around for a back exit while lights from an overhead helicopter illuminated the interior via an overhead skylight. " I’m driving down the twisted streets of this city and a mime jumps out in front of my rental. Next thing I know, sirens are going off and bobbies are chasing after me. I should have taken the Prague assignment….much more civilized place, " Henry mutters softly as he moves steadily towards the back of the warehouse. Just as he spotted the back door and the multiple locks securing it, the OTTA agent heard the front door starting to buckle and splinter under the force of a battering ram. Realizing it wouldn’t be long before the SAS came charging into the warehouse, Henry started looking around for another exit out of the place. Glancing around, he spotted, of all things to find, a manhole cover under one of the crates. Pulling open the plate, Henry looked down into the stinking, dark abyss that awaited him and sighed openly. " When I get back to OTTA HQ, I’m going to be having a talk with Gerald and the other bosses about letting the authorities in the countries that I’m going to know that I’ll be here, " the agent murmured as he quickly descended down the ladder and pulling the cover closed behind him. After fusing the underside with his mini laser ( which looked like a ball point pen to the uninformed ), the agent headed down the sewer pipe using the laser as a light source to find his way. As he went, Henry muttered softly about sending the dry cleaning bill directly to Gerald……. Two weeks or so later………… Henry sipped on his non alcoholic drink while he walked around the plush surroundings of his host. Mounted on the walls all around the expensively decorated room he was in were pictures of models holding or showing cosmetics of various types and sizes. The one thing all the pictures was a single word printed at the bottom in big, bold letters - FLIRDATO. " I must say, you’ve been quite the enigma since I first ran into you during that tour you were on of our factory, Mr. Charlton. At first, I thought you were just another American businessman looking to buy into my company but the way you managed to help those workers out of that terrible fire that erupted in the R & D section was magnificent, " a female voice called out from outside the room. " Well, in that type of situation, some individuals such as myself rush in action rather than think of their own safety first, " Henry said without a trace of egotism evident in his voice. Secretly, he knew that he had arranged for the fire to start to ingratiate himself with Flirdato’s owner. Given his training in removing personnel from hazardous situations, it was child’s play to rescue a few scrawny science geeks from a localized incendiary device. " I think you’re being entirely too modest. In fact, I was going to introduce you to Lanny Chichicutt, my head of security, but I haven’t seen him since last night when he left to investigate a possible break-in at a testing lab I own about ten miles from here, " the woman said while puffing a little as if she was exerting herself greatly. " I’m sure he’s an exemplary fellow who does a phenomenal job for you, " Henry replied with a mysterious look crossing his face. In truth, the OTTA agent had been at the lab after it had closed for the night looking for more clues to the operation. He had just discovered paperwork indicating that all subjects ( human and animal both) used for trials were ’ disposed by shipment ’ after they died. Henry was about to start looking for the names of the companies on the other end of this insidious transaction when he was jumped from behind by Lanny. A ferocious struggled ensued between the two men that lasted for some time before Henry ended it by knocking his opponent unconscious with the remnants of a packing crate. After tying and gagging Lanny, Henry dumped the man into a crate that looked it was getting ready to be shipped out the next day. Sealing the top of the crate, Henry slipped out a window just as the blaring sirens heralded the arrival of local police. " Oh, he does indeed. I’m sure he’s off checking into something trivial that he considers of utmost importance. Well, what do you think? I decided to slip into something a little more comfortable after our meal, " Christiana said as she swept into the room. The blonde was wearing a leopard skin bathrobe with white fluffy slippers and, oddly, white gym socks visible on her feet. Of course, the fact that she didn’t seem to be wearing anything outside of that judging by the view of her tits she flashed when sitting on a couch was a bigger distraction than her socks. " I think your outfit looks very comfortable indeed. It looks like something you can slip out of extremely quickly, " Henry murmured softly as he looked into the blonde’s green eyes that looked so lovely and belied the fact that she was a ruthless businesswoman who had killed or mistreated untold numbers of people. Nevertheless, Henry was an experienced OTTA agent trained to not let moral judgments get in the way of his mission. After a few more minutes of fondling and caressing each other’s bodies, the two quickly stripped off what little clothes they were wearing and started to make wild passionate love. As Henry’s rock hard cock teased the edges of Christiana’s moist vagina, he silently thanked himself for putting on his protective condom before visiting Christiana’s home. Even so, a small part of him worried that it would not protect him from the effects of his semen and the mission would wind up like his first one in Mexico. The humiliation of having to wait for a fellow OTTA agent to enter the room he was in and scoop up two inflatable sex toys ( Henry and the female target) before someone else found them. Luckily for Henry, OTTA had developed an antidote for the transformation, as long as it was applied within 24 hours of the change. If the agency had no such cure, well, Henry didn’t want to think about where HE would be these days. " Mmmmmm…. yes…. give it to me!…. give it to me now!!…. fuck me!!!!…. fuck me hard!!!!……… " Christiana cried out as her body started to twitch and writhe on the couch. By the way she was moaning and calling out to be fucked, she sounded more like a prostitute from the streets of a major city than a powerful ( and corrupt ) CEO of a big company. Without hesitation, Henry plunged his erect member into Christiana’s wet vagina as the two rocked back and forth seemingly as one. " Ohhhh…….OHHHHHHH!!!!…..FUCKKKKK!!!!!……YOU’RE SO BIG!!!……. YESSSS!!!!!…. HARDER!!!!….. FASTERRR!!!!!……. " Christiana exclaimed as she dug her fingernails deeply into Henry’s back while rolling her back in bliss. Henry winced slightly in response and reminded himself that this was all part of working as an agent for a clandestine agency. He silently figured that if his past experiences were any indication, the scratches would subside in intensity very shortly. The two continued to writhe on the couch as they quickly built to a climax of their lovemaking. With Christiana screaming in delight, Henry finally relented and a load of hot semen erupted into Christiana’s waiting vagina. Her eyes widened as her body reacted to what seemed to be an earth shattering orgasm. Moments later, her gasps of intense pleasure became mingled with ones of bewilderment as she sensed the oddest feeling rippling through her body. " What…..what is going on? I…..I feel so strange, " Christiana gasped even as she continued to writhe from the pleasure rippling through her body. Opening her eyes ( which she had closed during the enjoyment of her orgasm), she saw that Henry had a strange look on his face even as he was starting to slow down in his thrusts into her sex. If she didn’t know better, it looked like he was expecting something else to happen. " Oh, I wouldn’t worry, Christiana. In a few minutes, all those feelings that you don’t understand will make more sense as you’ll be experiencing the first minutes of your new role in life. I should tell you that this new role won’t involve harming helpless beavers in trials to make the perfect fragrance. I think, though, that your inflated ego will be more evident than ever before, " Henry said with a certain irony in his voice. " I….you…. what do you mean….. mmmmm…. new role? " Christiana moaned as she glanced downwards to see what Henry was talking about. To her surprise, she saw there was an odd glossy look starting to appear the edges of pink vagina and it seemed to be spreading outwards in all directions! The perfume magnate tried to pull herself up into a sitting position or, at the very least, away from a man that was starting to unnerve her but found her body unresponsive to her thoughts. " Ah, I can tell by the look on your face that you’re starting to understand your situation a bit better. You see, my dear, I’m an operative for a top secret agency known to a few by its abbreviated name OTTA. I was sent by my boss to arrange for your company to halt its way of doing business and the best way to do so was by removing you. Since we’re sworn to avoid killing unless it is needed for self defense, OTTA agents transform the female subject into inflatable love dolls, " Henry said simply as he withdrew his softening cock from Christiana. " You…. can’ttttt…. getttt……. " Christiana sputtered before falling silent as the change swept through the CEO quickly. Her sex twitched and contort on its own before forming into a round opening that was decidedly artificial in appearance. The interior became a sac of smooth rubber that was perfect for the insertion of any cock, tongue or sex toy. While the finely trimmed mound of pubic hair above Christiana’s pussy disappeared much like her freckles and other blemishes were, her anus seemed to take on a life of its own. Her anus moved upwards by several inches before forming into the same round opening that her sex had already taken on. " Sorry, my dear, but in my line of work, I have and will manage to get away with what is happening to you. If it comforts you in some small way, think of it as one professional taking care of another, " Henry said softly as he watched Christiana’s legs slowly spread apart into a V shape like any ordinary love doll. The transformation moved upwards to engulf the blonde woman’s upper torso as well as her limbs. Seams were starting to become visible on her arms and legs as well as across her waist and around her neck like a typical sex toy sold in adult stores. Christiana had a growing sense of lightness spread through her body as if she was going to float off the couch at any moment. Christiana’s breasts inflated ever so slightly as they became twin mounds of synthetic rubber capped by bright pink nipples and areolas that seemed to beg to be nibbled or suckled. As Henry gently picked up the transforming woman, he saw seams similar to the ones visible on her limbs surrounded the doll’s boobs which indicated the change was about done. " This can’t be…. . I’m a feared and respected corporate tycoon, not some fuck toy to be……. to be…. be giving pleasure….. ohhhh…. that feels SO GOOOODDDDD!!!!! " Christiana thought as her thinking was rapidly changing to nothing more than the simple urges of a sex toy. Her teeth and tongue melted away as her mouth’s interior formed into a smooth rubber sac similar to her other two openings. Her mouth’s exterior formed into an ovular opening that was perfect for engulfing and sucking on any object thrust into it. With her hair changing to synthetic threads that were sewn into her hollow head and Christiana’s eyes becoming nothing more than colored features, the CEO’s transformation into an inanimate love doll was complete. With that, Henry gently set the doll down on a nearby chair and after positioned the doll’s hands so that they were grasping the arms of the chair, he inserted his somewhat flaccid dick into the doll’s inviting O-shaped pussy with a look of serenity on his face. " I’ve got about thirty minutes or so before I have to pack you up in your new box and clear out of here ahead of the authorities. Until then, I think it’s time you got used to your new perspective of being used, " the OTTA agent said with a smile as he started to slide his cock and forth in the rubber and latex opening. For Christiana, it was a most unexpected end to a day…. and the beginning of a new existence…. For Henry, another successful mission as an agent of OTTA……. and this time with fringe benefits….. THE END

Colleen looked over the financial report she was given by her company’s comptroller and smiled as she reviewed the figures. As she turned the pages, she saw that her company, NFRU ( New Forms For U), was doing very well financially with all international divisions showing healthy profits. Looking down the individual reports, Colleen saw that the North America division was reporting profits 32 % above what was projected. There was a note attached to the report from Bill Dolan, head of the division, asking if it might be possible to take the company public in the future. Upon reading this part, Colleen set the report on her desk and spun her chair around as she let a loud and boisterous laugh. " Now that would be an interesting IPO announcement…..company whose main source of revenue involves the transformation of women, temporarily and permanently, into inflatable love dolls, mannequins, display forms and other inanimate objects. The transformation is done via magic or science with the subject usually unaware of the forthcoming process. Yeah, that would get attention, for sure……the wrong type of attention, " Colleen thought with amusement as she stretched her hands in the air before turning back to the report. According to what was written, the European division had profits that were almost 75 % higher than expected with new branch offices opening in Lisbon, Valentia, Bristol, Budapest and Prague. The last one had a manager who was said to have the largest collection of collectable planes in the Czech Republic and was an avid aviation fan. However, this was balanced by the fact that he personally was responsible for doll and mannequin transformation totals that were 325 % above the previous year’s totals using what he called the ’ PM method’. " Hell, I don’t care if he uses a computer monitor, a magic wand and a picture of the subject….with those kind of results, he could be running this company in a year or two….well, unless I get ticked with him and send him to some god forsaken place like Canada!….HAHA!!…… " Colleen thought with a wry smile crossing her face. After reading the rest of the financial report, Colleen set it to one side and started thumbing through reports of ’ unusual’ ventures. The North American division was looking into using chairs as decoys when it came to transforming women with an eye towards cutting costs. The South America manager was developing a mannequin making formula that guaranteed transformation in 30 seconds or less when his main research plant was burglarized. All research and formula samples were stolen by the thief or thieves with the only clue being the letters O and I sprayed in bright red paint on one of the walls. As for the European division, it was fairly routine though the German manager talked about a failed attempt to use the Autobahn highway’s notoriously high speed as a catalyst for changing female passengers while they move along. To Colleen, it seemed bizarre, to say the least, but Hans Gottlieb was a divisional manager who liked to propose ideas that were a bit off the normal track. Shaking her head, Colleen set aside this report and turned her thoughts to the executives that worked with her in the main headquarters of NFRU. For the most part, they were all fiercely loyal to Colleen and her vision of what the company though some were a bit more ambitious than others. One in particular, Brad Arragon, moved up to his current job of vice-president due to a combination of luck and guile as several people ahead of him either retired, quit to work elsewhere or disappeared altogether. It was the latter that caused more than a few discussions around the water coolers as to what Brad’s ultimate goal was. For now, Colleen had need of Brad’s ruthlessness as she needed to deal with an internal problem that she had just discovered. Her personal secretary, Lindsay, was apparently selling copies of highly confidential information to rivals that were using the info to outmaneuver her company in subtle but noticeable ways. Once she heard of the corporate espionage, Colleen’s first thought was to personally make an example of Lindsay to discourage anybody who might harbor similar thoughts in the future. However, after she took a short time to think about it some more, Colleen realized that it would look highly inappropriate for a high profile CEO of a company whose true business dealings were unknown to most of the world to become personally involved with the handling of a corporate spy. She figured that this matter was best left to someone like Brad, who could show his resourcefulness in handling such a matter. In addition, if things went wrong, he would also make an excellent scapegoat to any legal investigations. " Lindsay, contact Mr. Arragon and ask him to be in my office ASAP, " Colleen said into her speaker phone before settling back and jotting down some personal notes for each of the reports. Roughly four minutes later, a somewhat harried Brad was escorted into the office by Lindsay who, after being told that she wasn’t needed for anything else, left the office quickly. " I apologize for not being here sooner, Miss Davenport, but I was on the phone with one of our better clients in Buenos Aries. He wanted to know how long it would take for our company to fill an order for twenty ’ real ’ love dolls and ten or so ’ lifelike ' mannequins. I’ll call him back after our meeting, " Brad said as he took his seat in a high back black leather chair opposite Colleen. " I think you might want to leave such a task to someone of lesser importance than yourself. You see, I have a delicate manner that needs to be taken care of in a discreet manner with an approach that will ensure results. From what I have learned of your ' activities ’ here at the company, I think you’ll be perfect for such a task, " Colleen said confidently while making a few notes with a stylus on her Palm Pilot. Brad momentarily brought his right hand to his forehead to wipe away beads of sweat that were appearing. His uneasiness was not only due to the fact that this assignment was being offered to him by the company head but also the fear that Miss Branson might know quite about his past actions of which some were certain to land him in hot water and then some. Despite all this, the brown haired man quickly regained his composure. " I’d be more than happy to take on any task that you give me. If you could tell me the details behind this task, I’ll complete it to your utmost satisfaction, " Brad responded with his usual of confidence evident in his voice. " Mr. Arragon, you don’t need to treat our talk as if I’m interviewing you for the position. I’ll email you with all the details later today. I trust you have no plans for the upcoming weekend, " Colleen said in an icy tone. Realizing that his wiggle room had disappeared altogether, Brad resigned himself to the fact that he had to take the assignment and have his methods open for scrutiny by those above him. " No, I’m free. I hope I can do this, and many more tasks, for you in the future, " he said confidently. " And if you screw this up, you’ll be making Candi wind-up dolls in Sweden….as part of the factory machinery, " Colleen thought to herself as she stood up and shook her junior executive’s right hand. Four days later……….. Lindsay could scarcely believe her turn in fortune recently. First, a person representing Fantasies For Adults had approached her with the idea of selling his company confidential information she would obtain from her employer. Although initially reluctant, she quickly agreed when she heard the amount promised her and was quickly immersed in the lucrative world of corporate espionage. If that wasn’t good enough, she had been approached by Mr. Arragon, one of the high ranking executives in the company she worked for, while she was visiting a local bar. After sharing a few drinks and engaging in a brief period of conversation that was, at times, far more intimate than Lindsay had been involved with in the past. A short time later, Brad invited her to join him at her at his sumptuous mansion for a night cap. " Hmmmm, I wonder if Brad is looking to hook up with someone like me on a long term basis. Even if he’s not, I’m sure he’ll reveal some profitable company secrets to me that I can turn around and sell! " Lindsay thought to herself as she reclined on a luxurious white couch and waited for Brad to return with a drink for her. As the red haired woman waited, she looked around the room and saw that Brad had collected a few private momentos from his previous work related assignments. There was a life-size plastic figure of a nude female that looked to have been caught by surprise when she was transformed standing in the far left corner. Brad, perhaps with a dark sense of humor, was using the figure as some sort of standing aquarium as Lindsay could see various types of tropical fish swimming around on the inside. Another item which stood out was what appeared to be a life-size poster of a semi nude beach volleyball player caught in the middle of leaping upwards. The hint that the poster might be something more than it appeared to be was that the woman’s bare breasts, with a bikini top surrounding them, were slightly moving up and down as if the figure was breathing. " That’s odd……usually they want company executives to be more discrete with displaying ’ clients’ in the open for everyone to see. Brad could get in a lot of trouble with the upper brass if they found out…..hmmmm……that’s something to keep in mind for the future, " Lindsay thought as she turned her attention to the magazines on the coffee table in front of her. Seeing the latest copy of TRANSFORMATION ILLUSTRATED in the pile, she picked it up and was about to start reading it when she heard Brad’s voice from the kitchen. " Lindsay, could you come here for a minute? " Brad called out in a semi impatient manner. " I’ll be right there, sweetie, " Lindsay responded and immediately got up and made her way to the kitchen. However, when she set foot just inside the kitchen area, the tile she stepped lit up in a bright, yellow glow and she found herself unable to move at all!! " Hey! What, what’s going on here? Brad? Brad, do you…..uhhh…..do you know what’s going on? " Lindsay cried out as she tried to desperately figure out what was going on. Even as she spoke, she sensed the oddest feeling spreading through her body as if she was losing weight rapidly. " Oh, Lindsay, for someone who thinks of herself as being quite clever, you’re really quite clueless. You see, your little game of selling confidential company information to whoever wants it was discovered by NFRU’s executives and they asked me to take care of it. This means, for you, a rather abrupt change in how you spend the rest of your existence, " Brad said as he watched Lindsay’s clothes drop off her rapidly thinning body. Her skin was starting to take on a tan color that was unlike anything one would see in the summertime. " I don’t….donnnnnn…….. " Lindsay exclaimed before her ability to talk vanished followed by, a few seconds later, the rest of her facial features. Her arms and legs shrank rapidly as her body grew slimmer by the minute as Lindsay’s body took on a decidedly artificial appearance. After only another minute or two, Lindsay had disappeared completely and there was a shiny tan colored body stocking lying amidst the pile of clothing she was wearing just a few minutes ago. " Yeah, you’re probably a little surprised by what’s happened to you, my dear. Normally, I’d wrap this up by shoving you in a properly marked box and bringing you, with the appropriate paperwork, to company HQ and drop it all on Colleen’s desk. However, her desire for secrecy on this whole thing might be something I can use to my advantage. Yes, it might be time to adjust my plans, " Brad said while rubbing his chin thoughtfully. After a moment or two, he bent over and carefully folded up the body stocking neatly before tucking it into what looked like a box belonging to NFRU. Whistling softly a tune he had heard on the radio earlier in the day, Brad tucked the box under his right arm as he stood up and walked quietly towards the front door. " I think to myself what a wonderful world…….hmmmmm…… " he said softly as he set out for the next part of his plan. Seven days later………….. " Oooooohhhh, I love this necklace you bought me, Brad. I’ve gotten some things from clients in the past that were nice and a few things at the holiday office parties but this is nice!! The gems really do shine and the setting is stunning! " Colleen purred as she ran her fingers over the jewelry even as she admired herself in the mirror. The day after Brad had informed her that he had completed his assignment given to him, the junior executive had invited Colleen out for dinner at the most expensive in town. Usually, Colleen would brush off such an offer as an obvious attempt to curry favor by an ambitious junior executive but there was something about Brad’s tone that changed her mind in this instance. Besides, she figured that if he was up to anything, it’s be a good idea to keep him close by according to the old adage of how to handle potential enemies. " I’m glad you like it, Miss Davenport. It took me a little effort and patience to get it but no more than any other task you have given me in the past. By the way, have you looked into the other box that came with the necklace? " Brad called out from the hallway outside Colleen’s bedroom. After an exquisite dinner together, Colleen had invited him back to her place for some after dinner drinks. Once they had arrived, Brad surprised her with two boxes, one large and one small, that he wanted her to accept as gifts. " No, not yet. By the way, in case I haven’t mentioned it to you as of yet, you did a really nice job taking care of that task I gave you. I haven’t read your report in full but judging by the fact that I had to hire a new secretary a day or so after giving you the assignment, I’d say I was right by choosing you to take of her. Hmmm, this is quite the sexy piece of clothing you’ve given me. A tan colored bodystocking…..this feels really nice, " Colleen exclaimed as she flipped open the cover to the second box and discovered Brad’s second gift. " It actually took longer to get the body stocking than the necklace as the lingerie store I went to was temporarily out of stock. Why don’t you put both of them on right now and tell me what you think of them together? " Brad responded with a slight clinking sound as if he was pouring himself a drink. " Sure! I might even let you see what I look like in it later on tonight maybe if you play your cards right, " Colleen called out as she pulled the body stocking out of the box and held it front of her ever so briefly. Smiling, the CEO quickly slipped out of her expensive dress and undergarments and slipped on the body stocking in question. Walking over to the foot of her bed, she gazed at herself in a bureau mirror and privately admitted to herself that she looked pretty good. She also had the thought that she might do a little private investigating of Brad’s personal finances and see if he’s making money from sources not approved by the company. " I have to admit, both of those items on you makes for quite a beautiful scene. Very beautiful, indeed….. " Brad remarked with a voice that sounded much clearer to Colleen than earlier. Turning her towards the bedroom doorway, she saw the junior executive standing there clutching something small in his right hand and a rather odd look on his face. " Brad! You know, you really should knock before opening the door and ogling me! " Colleen exclaimed with her feelings of pleasure quickly changing to her usual icy, business mannerism. " Oh, I think your attitude towards me looking at you nearly nude or nude altogether is about to take a quick change. In fact, that change starts NOW! " Brad proclaimed even as his right hand clenched tightly. In that instant, Colleen felt what seemed like a powerful electrical charge surge through her body that rendered her completely immobile! She was stuck looking at herself in the mirror and couldn’t even shout for help or anything else. " Brad!….. You treacherous scumbag!…. how dare you try something with me!….. as soon as I get back into the office, I’m going to make sure you….. ooooohhh…. what…. what’s going on?…… what’s happening?……… " Colleen mentally screamed in anger before her thoughts were interrupted by the sensations, as well as the sight, of her body starting to change. Her skin was taking on a glossy appearance with freckles, blemishes and other human imperfection disappearing rapidly all over her body. The body stocking she was wearing seemed to be disappearing as well as if it was somehow being absorbed by her form. Seams were starting to become evident on her arms and legs as if she was a synthetic item that was mass produced at a local factory instead of powerful CEO of a major corporation. Colleen could feel herself growing lighter by the second as well as the odd feeling that she was becoming somewhat disconnected from herself. ...

Note: This is a sequel to Kittara’s excellent Filled Under the Stars story. It is written in the first person perspective like her story to keep things consistent ( yes, Chill is definitely a man so this was a bit of a challenge….). Enjoy! I had to admit that my relationship with Steve was a bit unusual to say the least. At first, it was routine with lots of wonderful sex that left me drenched with cum and sweat after hours of having his cock pound in and out of me over and over. He seemed to delight in caressing and kissing my big boobs until my nipples grew rock hard and I was screaming for him to fuck me. I often found that after a night of our intense love making, it would take me the better part of the next day to recover. One day, Steve came home with a rather strange smile on his face and asked me if I wanted to have some new and very realistic sex toys to play with. When I pressed him for details, he told me he was going away for the weekend to end a relationship with a previous girlfriend. I was puzzled by his statement but figured I’d wait and see what he brought back. Well, imagine my surprise when Steve returned and showed me a deflated sex doll that was in a backpack. I was about to ask him what was the big deal when he inflated the doll and showed me a picture of his ex girlfriend. To my puzzlement, the doll looked just like his former flame only with much bigger breasts and very naked. Steve then sat me down and told me that it was his former girlfriend thanks to a special potion he bought. He even told me to call the shop he bought the lotion at if I didn’t believe him. To make a long story short, I confirmed his story and, out of curiosity, asked Steve to leave the love doll with me. I spent the next day caressing and fondling the soft rubbery form of the doll marveling how realistic it was. I imagined how ( what was her name, Cammy or Tammy ?) his ex was reacting to the whole experience of being used for nothing but pleasure. In fact, it was that train of thought that made me want to add to his collection of dolls. I had a long time friend named Laeticia, who had a fantastic body and was constantly seen with different men. In fact, she had stolen several of my boyfriends in the past which I had let slide but secretly I had seethed at her bold moves. I had even seen her nuzzling up to Steve recently and figured he might be next on her list. Keeping my personal reasons to myself, I waited until after one night of intense love making and asked him if he’d like to add to his dolly collection. I told him who I had in mind and how I planned to trick Laeticia so that she’d never suspect what was going to happen to her. Steve, who was busy caressing my heaving tits when I told him my plan, was a bit surprised upon hearing what I wanted to do and went silent for several seconds. " Well, if that’s what you want to do, I can go back to the shop I originally picked up the lotion and get some more. Of course, I’d want you share Laeticia with me in the future, " Steve said with a warm smile as he wrapped his arms around my slender waist. " As long as you leave a little time for me, lover, I think that can be arranged, " I said as I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around his. I felt him slide his right hand up my stomach until it cupped my right breast with his left hand sliding downwards to caress my ass. We quickly got back to another intense session of heated love making with my thoughts wandering to the future of having a new dolly with us to make it a threesome. Three days later….. I had thirty minutes or so before Laeticia arrived for a little private pool party. Although I knew she usually took her dips in the pool nude, I had a little more modesty than that. I picked out my fire engine red bikini with thong bottom to wear when I was by the pool today. I tied the top a little looser than normal to show off my D-cup breasts before turning and admiring myself in the mirror for a minute. The last time I had worn this suit was when I had just met Steve and wanted to catch his eye while he was playing beach volleyball. Judging by the fact he let the volleyball hit him square in the face, the bikini more than did it’s job. " Well, now that I’m all set for this special little pool party, it’s time to make preparations for Laeticia’s arrival, " I said as I hurried off to make things ready for her arrival. I had just about everything ready when I heard the sound of a car engine in the driveway. When I peaked outside, I saw Laeticia hopping out of a taxi wearing a red tube top, white shorts that were almost indecently short and matching sandals. She saw me looking out the window and waved enthusiastically in my direction after paying the driver. " Tara, thanks for inviting me over. Gosh, it’s been, what, 3 or 4 weeks since we last saw each other at that club Sparkles. Ya know, if I had known that guy Josh was your high school sweetheart, I never would have dragged him away from you that night to dance with me. Before I knew it, he was inviting me back to his place for a wild night of incredible sex, or so he said. If you ask me, he ain’t that hot, " Laeticia babbled as she walked up to me and looked over my house’s exterior with approval. Biting my tongue, I returned a warm smile that was completely fake in nature. " Well, no hard feelings. Steve gets kind of jealous when he hears that I meet up with any of my old flames. No hard feelings, " I said while secretly looking forward to having Laeticia as a toy for me to play with much like she played with men. " Cool ! Are you ready to have some fun in the sun, Tara ? " Laeticia exclaimed while grasping me and giving me a big hug. At the same time, she stuck her tongue in my ear in a very flirtatious way while trying to loosen my bikini top with her fingers. " Ummm..yeah,sure….. " I said as I quickly disentangled from Laeticia’s hold. I knew Laeticia had occasionally had relationships with other women and frankly I wanted nothing to do with the idea at this time. " Super ! Oh, I’ve brought a bottle of cola for myself and one of ice tea for you to drink while we’re catching some rays by the pool, " Laeticia bubbled happily as she handed me the bottles she brought with her. While I was busy digging out an ice bucket and some ice for the drinks, I saw Laeticia was busy stripping off her clothes and was digging out one of the many inflatable pool toys I had for lounging around the pool. Smiling, I grabbed a bottle of suntan lotion sitting on a table by the door leading to the pool area and stepped out into the brilliant sunshine. Enclosed on all sides by a high wooden fence that meant no intruders, I figured this pool party wouldn’t have any surprises… well,outside the one I had planned. Humming a tune I had earlier in the day on the radio, after dropping the ice bucket in a shaded area near the pool, I walked over to where Laeticia was and saw she was just about done inflating one of my cuter inflatables, a plastic butterfly with holes for the user to fit their legs through. " Just a sec, Laeticia, before you jump in the pool, why don’t you put on this new lotion I picked up when I went shopping yesterday ? It’s brand new to the market and it gave me the most wonderful tan, don’t you think ? " I said flicking aside my red hair. Laeticia took the bottle and, flipping it open, took a quick sniff of the contents. " Hmmm… smells like coconut butter. Well, I’ll take your word for it, Tara, " she said as she dabbed a generous amount into her right palm. She then rapidly spread it over her arms, thighs, chest and torso before returning her attention to the partly inflated float. I watched with mounting anticipation as Laeticia finishing inflating her float and put gently in the pool near the side. She then slowly clambered onto it trying not to smear the lotion over the float. When I had gone over my little plan with Steve earlier and he asked me how much of the formula should be mixed with the suntan lotion, I told him to allow for the fact she may get some of it on the sides of the pool or on other objects. When I saw that Laeticia was being careful to keep the lotion on, I figured that the process would go much faster than planned. " Mmmmm…….the sun certainly is warm today. This lotion you gave me, Tara, feels so good…I’ll have to find out where the nearest store is to my place and buy some, " Laeticia said softly as she closed her eyes and slowly paddled out into the middle of the pool. While I pretended to set up a deck chair and apply some lotion myself, I snuck a peek over at the floating Laeticia and saw that the chemical was already starting to show the transformation effects on her skin. I could see patches of smooth gloss starting to become visible on her arms, torso and around her pussy as well as Laeticia’s breasts starting to inflate outwards ever so slightly. My fingers trembled ever so slightly at the thought of holding her soon-to-be latex form next to my body. " Ooooh…I feel so good….I wish I could float here forever…. " Laeticia murmured as she laid her forearms back with her movements still showing that she was unaware of what was happening to her. I could see a tattoo of a panther Laeticia had on her left thigh disappear in just a matter of moments. Although Steve had told me about the process in detail before, I was amazed at what I was seeing unfold right before my eyes. Suddenly, as if she was waking up from a bad dream, Laeticia opened her eyes wide and looked down with a visible look of horror evident on her face. " What…what’s going on here ? What’s happening to me ? Tara, help me please ! I think there is something going on….I might be having an allergic reaction to that lotion you gave me, " she called out as she looked down and saw her skin become smooth and glossy all over. " Oh, it’s no reaction, Laeticia. The lotion is working just like it’s supposed to and your transformation will be done in a matter of minutes, " I said grinning openly reveling in the moment. " Transform…what the hell ?…..this isn’t suppose….. " Laeticia sputtered with her words already sounding thick no doubt from her tongue and teeth changing into artificial rubber and latex. As her words became quite obscene, I silently thanked myself for remembering to pick a day where most of the neighbors would be out of town camping or visiting relatives. Laeticia’s torso was turning completely smooth and artificial in nature with her pussy twisting and contorting into an ovular shape like all sex dolls and her finely trimmed pubic hair disappearing in mere moments. Seams were clearly visible along her arms, upper thighs, waist and around her breasts like any doll. Although I couldn’t see it from my vantage point, I imagined the same was happening to her anus though that was a fact I could soon confirm. " You…you were…were…. " Laeticia gasped weakly as the process rapidly moved upwards and fully engulfed her chest, shoulders and head. The brunette fell silent and all her movements, involuntary and otherwise, ceased as well as her change to a sex toy neared its’ completion. Laeticia’s breasts pushed outwards as they became shiny mounds of latex capped by bright pink areolas and rubbery nipples that stood out almost an inch from her chest. Laeticia’s face slightly swelled as it became artificial like the rest of her body had become. Her mouth slowly formed into a perfect, round pink O shape much like her other two openings and her cheeks turned a bright red in color. The last vestige of her humanity, her eyes, became nothing more than painted features that were as inanimate as the rest of her. ...

“Yeah, baby, you know you’re the one for me….. gulp… if ya come over tonight and spend a night with the Grungemeister, I can guarantee you’ll be riding the crimson wave with me, Katie… Darlene.. Darlene!.. Hello?..Hello?….” a young man in his early 20’s said into the cell phone before setting it aside in frustration and finishing off the rest of his beer in a single gulp. Belching loudly, Grunge leaned over for a semi cold piece of pepperoni pizza while images of naked and semi naked women flickered on a nearby television screen. Anyone who saw the black haired young man with pizza sauce dribbling down his chin wearing only boxer shorts sprawled out on an unmade bed would have been surprised to find out he was known as Grunge, member of a group of young men and woman known as Gen13. Each person has individual super powers which they used time and again in battle against various criminals throughout the world. Grunge’s ability was to change himself or whoever he was in contact with into the material of his choosing proved invaluable in battle alongside his team mates against the various evils of the world. However, the battle that was foremost in Grunge’s mind at the present was the one against the boredom he was feeling. The date he had tried to line up had fallen through and he had a disagreement with his long time girlfriend Roxy (also known as Freefall for her abilities to control gravity) which had her off by herself in the vast house the team lived in. As Grunge hit the rewind button on his TV remote, he laid back on his bed and glanced lazily about his unkempt room for something to occupy himself with. “Hmmm… what to do..what to do… computer games?.. naahh… music?… ehhh… hmmm…” Grunge muttered out loud before his gaze settled on a brightly colored cardboard box sitting on the floor near his bookcase. Swinging himself out of bed, the black haired man ambled over and picked up the box he spotted. It was an inflatable sex doll Grunge had bought while in an adult entertainment shop with Roxy looking for something to spice things up. Unfortunately, Roxy took a very nasty attitude towards his purchase when she saw it and told Grunge she better not see it anywhere when she’s around or else Grunge would have only that to keep himself happy at night. “Well, she… puff… isn’t speaking… puff.. to me… right now… puff…. so she’ll never…. puff…. know!” Grunge said to himself while blowing air into the sex toy that he had extracted from the box. He could have used the inflation pump that came with the doll but he figured with his genetically enhanced lungs that doing it manually would be much faster. Indeed, after about thirty seconds or so, the doll was fully inflated and the young hero quickly put the plug in to seal the air in. Grunge laid the doll down on the bed and stood back, looking at it for a few seconds. For an inflatable sex toy, it was remarkably well built and realistic in its appearance. The blonde haired doll had painted blue eyes and a wide O-shaped mouth with exaggerated breasts and a shiny exterior that glistened under the light of the bedroom. Grunge grinned broadly as he flopped down on the bed beside the sex toy and pulled the bed sheet over them before letting his hands wander. After several minutes of the dark haired man running his fingers over the doll’s soft body, Grunge was about to climb on top of the doll and ram his member deep into it when he heard a loud pounding on his bedroom door. Thinking that it might be Roxy, Grunge fell back on the bed and hastily threw the bedding over himself and the doll as best as possible before looking back at the door. “Ummm.. come in, Roxx…. I’m glad you’re not mad anymore…” the young man called out, hurriedly tossing the box out of the way before putting his hands under the bed sheet on top of the doll to try and disguise its presence. The door was flung open and a very tall redhead with dripping wet hair stormed in, wearing nothing but a large terry cloth towel that barely covered her assets. Her name was Caitlin Fairchild and she was the possessor of incredible strength and invulnerability and the acknowledged leader of the group. If her abilities were not awe inspiring enough, Kat also possessed a body that most women would die for and which men openly lusted after. Long slender legs that seemed to go on forever ended in an incredibly tiny waist before blossoming into a muscular torso and size 38 breasts that seemed to bob like melons whenever she moved was the figure Caitlin carried into battle or just sunning herself by the pool. Her face, usually a serene one with warm green eyes and full lips that were surrounded by long red hair, was at that moment one of incredible rage and anger as she glared at the bemused Grunge. “You little creep! I was just taking a shower when I noticed a hole in the shower wall. When I looked behind it, I found a video cable and camera with a tape in it and it all belonged to you, you jerk!“Caitlin snapped angrily as she took a step towards Grunge. “I hope she doesn’t discover the stack of tapes I’ve got in the bookcase marked ‘Shower Scenes - Vol. 1-10’… " Grunge thought to himself as he sat up slightly. “Uhh, Caitlin, look, you’ve got it all wrong. I lent that camera to a guy who was doing work repairing the house a few months ago. He must have put it in that thing when he was here,” he said with a slur to his voice from the numerous beers he had been drinking. “Don’t give me that shit, you jerk! You put your name on the camera and it had a picture of you and Roxy stuck to the bottom….” the red haired heroine ranted before stopping suddenly and her eyes widened. “Who the hell is that with you in bed?” “Shiittt!!!…” Grunge thoughtto himself as he pressed his hands into the doll hoping that it would deflate or somehow not be as obvious. “Umm.. Caitlin, you’ve got it all wrong honestly. Roxy’s the only woman for me, you know that. Uhh… could you give a minute or two? I don’t feel well at all…” he fibbed, hoping that a little queasiness would get Caitlin to leave him alone long enough to deflate and put the doll away. Unfortunately for Grunge,Caitlin was not having any part of his attempt to get her to leave and instead stormed over to where Grunge lay under the covers. The heroine pulled back the bedding with an angry tug, revealing Grunge laying next to an inflatable love doll trying desperately to conceal it. Caitlin stared in shock for a few seconds before she threw back her head in a loud and uproarious laugh. “Hehehehe!! The mighty Grunge… a guy who comes on to every woman he ever sees… spends his nights when he’s alone with a blow-up doll. When I tell my sister about this, she’ll never have anything to do with you, ever again,” she said mischievously. “NOOO!!” Grunge shouted as he grabbed hold of Caitlin by her arms while simultaneously triggering his genetic ability to transform others or himself. In this case his inebriated condition, coupled with his close contact with the plastic sex toy, caused him to trigger a change in his redhaired team mate that normally he never would do. From Fairchild’s perspective, her eyes widened in shock as she realized what Grunge was up to. However, before she could use her incredible strength to break free or shout at her drunken colleague, she found her ability to do either had vanished. To her shock and amazement, she saw that her skin was starting to change color and appearance from its normal flesh tone to a smooth latex or rubber look. Fairchild saw her fingers becoming smooth fingers of artificial material much like her arms and legs were becoming. To the redhead’s shock, her breasts started to swell and tremble in such a way that the towel she was wearing fell to the floor, though it was already starting to slide off her changing body. Fairchild’s tits seemed to increase by at least one cup size, much to the heroine’s mental embarrassment and to Grunge’s drunken glee, before becoming rigid domes of rubber with bright pink areolas and erect nipples that resembled eraser nubs from pencils. She felt her exposed pussy stretching and forming an ovular shape much like her mouth now was with her lips growing thicker and more luscious. “I’m being turned into a love doll… a damned rubber fuck toy… damn that Grunge… thinks he can do as he please… please… need to please… use me….” Fairchild started to mentally scream in anger before her screams turned to ones that would resemble a sex doll’s thoughts. The living sex doll’s legs slowly spread apart into an obscene V-shape while her face became nothing more than painted features on soft rubber. “Hmmm… so I finally get to see what Caitlin looks like naked… mmmm…” Grunge muttered as he lifted the now very light weight Fairchild and carried her to his bed. Looking for a second at the doll’s lustful expression, he tossed her very light body on his bed where it bounced two or three times and rolled on its side for a second before finally coming to rest on its back. The redhead’s doll eyes stared up at the ceiling with its air-filled body ready for exploring and caressing from its new owner. “No Roxy makes the Grunge man one lonely and horny guy.. maybe it’s time for me and my new toy to get to know each other… hmmm…” Grunge said as he popped open a can of his favorite beer and walked over to his side of the bed. However, in his unsteady walk to the bed, he tripped over an empty pizza box and fell to the floor with a mighty thud. Thirty seconds or so later and with a loud belch, Grunge pulled himself to his feet and glanced at the dollified Fairchild, which still sat there, eager to please. “Well, Fairchild, what do you you say we get a little closer and get to know each other some more?” Grunge said with a definite sluggishness as he tumbled onto the bed. The semi-drunk hero reached over and caressed Fairchild’s soft inanimate body, paying particular care to her large breasts and inviting mouth. After several minutes of caresses with hands that were far shakier than he expected, Grunge partly sat up and adjusted the doll’s pose to his liking. He pushed Fairchild’s arms up so that they appeared to be tucked behind her head in a seductive manner. Grunge then sat the doll so that it was partly propped up by the pillows on the bed and pushed its legs slightly apart exposing its bright pink pussy even more. “Oooohhh.. dolly going to be used… make owner happy…” the doll thought as Grunge pulled himself on top of it. Peering at Fairchild’s eyes that showed only lust and desire in them and little else, Grunge paused momentarily as clear thinking managed to surface out of his alcohol soaked mentality. “Should I?… geez, if Fairchild ever found out that I made out with her when she was a blow-up sex doll, she’d kill me… and Roxy and Sarah would probably help her too. Hmmm… I’ll never get another chance though…” Grunge muttered to himself before leaning down and caressing Fairchild’s face and lips once again. He started to rub and down against the soft rubber body, running his hands over the soft thighs while running his tongue over the doll’s mammoth sized tits. Grunge was about to plunge his rock-hard penis into the doll’s inviting pussy when he heard a banging at the door. “Shoot… just when Grunge was going to have fun …” the young man muttered as he pulled himself off the doll and sat up. Taking a second to wrap a sheet around his lower half as well as drape a sheet over the Fairchild doll, Grunge belched loudly as he stood up and slowly wobbled to the insistent knocking on his door. “Yeah.. yeah… just a second!” Grunge muttered out loud as he staggered to the doorway. Opening it, he found the very annoyed figure of Sarah (known as Rainmaker when they were out in public) standing there, clad in a blue and red silk robe. Although not nearly as muscular or buxom as Fairchild, her thin physique coupled with sensuous curves in all the right places made this Native American beauty a beautiful woman that more than a few men stared openly at when first laying eyes on her. One thing that Sarah kept private for the most part was the fact that she was bisexual and fantasized often to herself about catching the busty Fairchild naked while coming out of the shower or some other compromising situation. However, those thoughts were far from her mind as she stood staring into the drunken face of the semi-nude Grunge. “Look, Grunge, I don’t know who you’re with or what you’re up to right now but there’s a guy down at the front door from Pepito’s Pizzeria who says you owe him $300 for pizzas you bought in the past on credit. He says he’s not leaving until he’s got the money you owe him so you might want to throw something on and go see the guy right away,” Sarah said, trying not to notice the smell of cold pizza and beer that hung around Grunge. “Uhh.. look, Sarah, I’m kinda busy right now. Why don’t I give you some money to give to him along with a reasonable excuse; when he sees those long lovely arms and everything else of yours, he’ll just melt away and forget why he even came,” Grunge said with a wolfish smile on his face. “No way, Grunge! This is your mess, so you deal with it!” Sarah said with a frown on her face and crossed her arms in front of her in a show of determination. The Native American heroine had been conned by Grunge numerous times in the past and was not about to be sucked into one of his schemes yet again. “All right, all right… geez, ya ask someone to do a favor for ya and they get all huffy!” Grunge muttered as he threw on a fading tan brown robe and stumbled towards the door, scratching his head with his right hand. “Maybe Roxy can lend me a few bucks after I pay the guy… " “Grunge has to grow up someday… let his brain catch up to the rest of him and stop treating women as objects of lust…” Sarah thought to herself as her feminist side surfaced for a second. Watching Grunge slowly weave his way down the stairs, she turned to look back at the disgusting pigsty that Grunge kept for a room. Sarah saw the usual array of skin mags and empty pizza boxes scattered everywhere, which didn’t surprise her, but the sight of something decidedly female-shaped underneath one of Grunge’s bed sheets piqued her curiosity. “All right, Miss Whoever, you might want to take this opportunity to use the washroom and freshen up while Grunge is out fixing things up with the pizza guy. In fact, you should know….” Sarah started to say to the unknown woman as she crossed the room and stood next to the bed. However, she fell silent when she pulled back the sheet and saw what was lying underneath the bedding. Staring back at her was an inflatable love doll that looked remarkably like her team mate Fairchild, though with a mouth, arms and legs looking like a typical sex toy. “Hmmm… I wonder where Grunge would find a doll that looks like Fairchild so much. I don’t think he could afford a custom made doll that would be this detailed and lifelike. Grunge must know somebody just getting into the business as a manufacturer and conned the guy into doing this as a prototype. It certainly has Fairchild’s tits…. " Sarah muttered as she moved closer to the doll and ran her fingers along its smooth surface. “Oooohh… someone is touching me… need to be used… make her happy…” the doll thought as its consciousness, which had settled into a light slumber, awoke with the pleasant sensations that it was starting to feel. It could feel Sarah tracing fingers around the perimeter of her inflated bosoms, pausing for a second or two to push inwards slightly before moving on to the rest of her body. After a minute or two of caressing the amazingly lifelike doll, Sarah turned to leave the room but stopped after a few steps. Looking back at the nude sex toy that lay invitingly on the bed, visions of her own erotic dreams of Fairchild and herself writhing together in endless intimacy came to the forefront. A smile crossed Sarah’s face as she closed the bedroom door and went back to the bed where the doll laid staring at the ceiling with its painted eyes. “If I know Grunge, he’ll be down telling the pizza guy his sad life story for an hour or more. That should give me more than enough time to indulge myself in a little fantasy play of my own,” Sarah said softly as she took off her silk robe and placed it on a nearby chair. Sarah crawled up on the bed and laid down next to the doll for several seconds staring with lust into the doll’s face. She then leaned over gently kissed the sex toy on its open mouth before moving on to its rose colored cheeks and slender neck. “Oooohhhh… she likes me…. I hope I make her happy…..” the doll thought as it felt Sarah put her hands around its soft pliable body and pulled it close to her. After kissing and caressing the doll’s face and neck for several minutes, Sarah moved down to the dolls’ breasts and pushed her own sizable tits against the sex toy’s firm orbs. She wriggled up and down for several minutes against the doll as her sexual excitement increased substantially. Sarah was oblivious to everything around her as she felt her pleasure building towards a very intense orgasm. Sarah was so intent on her fondling the sex doll that resembled her team-mate that she didn’t notice that Grunge had staggered back in the room and was ogling the lustful scene with much amusement. Rubbing his chin at seeing what he often had fantasized about, Grunge’s face broke into a wolfish grin as he thought of a way to make things even better. Walking over slowly to the bed where Sara, moaning in pleasure, was on top of the Fairchild doll and oblivious to everything around her. “Heh… I think Sara is about to find out just what she’s been playing with….” Grunge thought to himself as he grasped hold one of the Fairchild doll’s legs with his left hand while resting his right hand gently on Sarah’ s right ankle, which was soaked in sweat. As Sarah continued to caress and rub herself against the doll’s body, which squeaked in response to the friction between the two, she noticed that her movements were slowing down quite noticeably. At first, she attributed it to the energy she was putting into her erotic play but then she noticed that the sounds coming from her caresses were starting to sound odd as well. Instead of the usual sounds of flesh rubbing up against rubber, she swore it sounded like it was rubber caressing another rubber object. The dark haired woman raised her body up for a moment to see if anything unusual was indeed happening. It was then that she discovered that the fingers on both her hands were merging together to become one solid mass of flesh and that flesh was changing. Sarah could see that her skin was turning into some sort of shiny rubber with no signs of freckles or blemishes and the transformation was spreading rapidly! Whipping her head around as much as she could muster, Sarah saw the leering face of Grunge standing behind her with his hand near her right ankle. “What the hell are… ooohhh… you doing, Grunge? “the weather-manipulating woman said as she found her body becoming increasingly unresponsive to her wishes. “Well, Sarah, since you seem so keen in playing with Fairchild in her new form as an inflatable love doll, I thought you might see what it’s like being one yourself,” Grunge said with a wolfish smile visible on his face. Sarah saw that both her legs now were taking on a decidedly shiny appearance with seams becoming visible on both. She tried desperately to twitch her legs out of Grunge’s grasp but they were unresponsive to her wishes and in fact they seemed to resemble more and more hollow tubes as time passed. “You… can’t…. be…. ooohhhh…. doing..this…. ahhhh…” Sarah moaned as she tried to raise her right hand in anger and deliver a powerful bolt of lightning in Grunge’s direction. However, her right hand only raised up a couple of inches at best before settling back on top of the doll’s torso. Sarah found her breathing was coming out more and more in sharp gasps that were tinged with erotic pleasure. “Hrrhh… yep… you get your fantasy and I get mine,for tonight…..” Grunge grunted as he ran his left hand over the woman’s thighs knowing what was going to happen in the next few minutes. He could see the glossy look was spreading rapidly up Sarah’s backside and her struggles were becoming weaker by the second. At the same time, he saw her anus was moving upward by several inches as it formed into an ovular shape like any other love doll. At this point, Grunge grabbed Sarah by her rapidly shrinking waist and flipped her over onto her back. As he guessed, the change to the long haired brunette was nearing its completion. Her pubic hair had completely disappeared with her pussy forming into an O-shaped opening. Sarah’s arms and legs were completely made of artificial latex now, with a definite sheen to her appearance. When flipped over, the transforming heroine’s legs slowly spread apart into a V-shape despite the wishes of Sarah, whose face still showed signs of humanity. Grunge sat down on the bed with his hand now resting on Sarah’s latex torso and watched in amusement as her arms slowly raised upwards and formed the traditional L-shape that all love dolls took on when inflated or constructed. Her breasts had swelled outwards by at least one cup size, now capped by bright pink areolas and rubbery nipples that looked to be at least an inch long. Sarah’s chest, completely changed to latex and rubber by now, barely rose up and down now as Grunge’s touch had almost completely changed her now. “You…. youuuuu………” Sarah sputtered a last word or two before her ability to talk vanished altogether, followed by a few seconds later by her breathing. Strangely, for Sarah, the loss of both of these abilities didn’t seem to trouble her too much any more as her conscious thoughts, much like the Fairchild doll’s next to her, seemed to be more primitive and focused on a few primal urges and desires. “Oooooohhh…. I’m a good fuck toy…. I hope my owner uses me soon…. NOOOO!!!…. Damn that Grunge!….. he’s gonna…. gonna use me soon?” Sarah thought to herself as her change into a sex doll reached its conclusion with her mouth twisting and contorting into an inviting O-shape. The interior changed much like her other openings with the teeth and tongue melting away as a smooth rubber sac formed inside Sarah’s mouth that even now was aching for something to fill it. Sarah’s change was completed with her eyes widening as they changed to nothing more than painted features that reflected eternal lust and no hint whatsoever of the woman she was just a short while ago. Her long hair was now nothing more than synthetic strands that were sewn into her hollow head. “Hrrrhh…. you two make a great couple of dolls… mmmm….. just a second… I’ve gotta go drain the lizard and I’ll be right back to… ummm…. have some… errr… fun or something…..” Grunge muttered before staggering off to the bathroom, belching loudly as he went. “Oooohhh… does owner have new doll to keep him happy?” the Fairchild doll thought as her latex body brushed up against the other doll now on the bed. “Is this Fairchild next to me….? …Are you planning to have some sort of fucking orgy…. fucking… I wish my owner would fill me up up with his cock or tongue soon….“Sarah thought as more of the sex doll persona became prevalent in her hazy thinking. Five or ten minutes later, Grunge emerged from the bathroom, scratching himself on several spots of his body and scarfing down a piece of pizza he had brought with him. After retrieving a cold can of beer from a fridge buried under a large heap of clothing, the dark haired man looked over at the two love dolls that were lying on the bed with their hollow arms extended upwards to hold their owner. Guzzling down half of the beer he had in his hand, Grunge set the can down on a nearby table and rubbed his chin in silent contemplation for several long seconds. The dark haired man then walked over to his dresser and started rummaging through the drawers one by one. After flinging out several porno magazines followed by what looked like laundry that was several months old along with a few other things, Grunge found the drawer he was looking for. He pulled out a large plastic tub filled with what looked like milky white gel with K-LOVE-Y-JELLY written on the side. With a wolfish smile crossing his face, Grunge bent down and rummaged through a cardboard box for a minute or so before pulling out two brightly colored packages that were wrapped in plastic. One was a fairly long pink dildo that promised to the buyer “guaranteed pleasure for a woman every night!”. The other one was a black vibrator with a bright red tip with batteries that proclaimed “the toy that keeps pleasing for hours and hours!”. Quickly tearing the packaging off the sex toys, Grunge opened up the jar of cream and smeared the tips of them with the clear substance. The young hero then walked over to the dolls lying on the bed, turning his attention to the Sarah doll first. Flipping the doll around, he set it on its hands and knees next to the bed running his hands over its soft, rubbery surface. Grunge then smeared the cream that he had applied on the dildo and vibrator on the anus and mouth of the love doll. From Sarah’s perspective, the sensation of her doll body being caressed and fondled, which was producing fairly loud squeaks as it was shifted and moved, was incredible and her enjoyment of the situation was increasing by the moment. Moments later, her feelings of enjoyment intensified by several levels as Sarah felt the cream slathered into her openings followed by the sensation of a vibrator into her soft, rubbery, anus. The doll would have screamed in pleasure over the feelings rippling through her body but Sarah stayed silent save for a squeaking noise that grew louder as her anus started to vibrate in response to the sex toy’s insertion. Moments later, Sarah felt the welcome presence of a dildo inserted into its O-shaped mouth followed by a gentle sucking noise emanating the interior. These noises increased in amplitude seconds later when Grunge pushed aside the hair draped over the doll’s neck to reveal what looked a series of three buttons lined up vertically, with the first one currently depressed. Smiling wolfishly, Grunge depressed the last of the buttons and was immediately rewarded by the sounds of sucking and vibrating increasing from the doll. “Grunge, you bastard!…. when I change back, I’ll make….. make this last longer…. ooooh…. feels so good being a dolly…..” the doll thought as Sarah briefly had a moment of clear thought before being overcome by the erotic sensations that were rippling through her body. Grunge, in the meantime, had crawled onto the bed once again and, after a belch or two, started to caress and fondle the Fairchild doll. “Hrrr… Cat, you are quite the sexy doll. I gotta say, whenever you went out by the pool in you bikini and stood next to Roxy, I thought about having a threesome but knew you’d both probably throw me through a wall. Well, now, we both get to find out what it… ummm… urrp… would be like for us to have a little fun together. Maybe…. ummm… you, me, Sarah and Roxy can get together in the pool where we can float around and relax… well, maybe you and Sarah will float while me and Roxy enjoy the scenery,” the black haired man said while resting his head on the doll’s large breasts. Five or so minutes later, Grunge had pulled himself on top of the Fairchild doll with fairly loud squeaks audible as he did. Stripping off what little clothing he was wearing, the hero slowly lowered his stiffening cock towards the doll’s open pussy and the warm rubbery interior. The tip of his stiffening member had just brushed against the outer edges of doll’s pussy (sending waves of pleasure through both Grunge and the dollified Fairchild) when suddenly it seemed to stop in mid air. Before Grunge fully realized, he found his whole body floating upwards from the sex toy, which ached to have him in it. As Grunge floated a foot or so above his bed, even in his inebriated state he realized that his current state was something he had seen (with others in his place) many times in the past. Turning his head to his left, he glimpsed the familiar face of Roxy, who was standing near the doorway of his bedroom. Dressed in a pink bathrobe that matched the shock of hair in her forehead, the diminutive heroine, and long time girlfriend of Grunge, was able to use the power of gravity against her opponents in battle and either sending them flying upwards against the ceiling or smashing to the ground unable to move. Judging by the expression Grunge saw on Roxy’s face, he figured, even in his inebriated state,that he was in deep, deep trouble. “You jerk! I just got off the phone after talking to some bimbo named Darlene, who wanted to ’let the Grungemeister know she was available to rock his world this coming weekend!’. Naturally, I’m a little ticked to hear this so I come to your room to see who she was and find you in bed with two other women. I have half a mind to let you float up to the moon!” Roxy screamed as her hand, with energy visible around its edges, was gestured angrily in the direction of her inebriated boyfriend. “Ummm…. look, Roxx…. if…. uhh…. you let you me down, I’ll tell you the whole story… believe me…. burp… this is all just a misunderstanding,” the hero said with his face turning red partly due to the fact he was naked, staring down at an angry Roxy and his stomach rumbling from the mixture of food and alcohol he had been swallowing recklessly. “Uh-huh… right…. sure……” Roxy hissed and dropped her hand to her side. A moment or so later, Grunge, no longer weightless, dropped to the floor like a sack of wet cement, where he lay motionless. Shaking her head in disgust, the gravity bending heroine turned her attention to Grunge’s bed and what laid beneath the covers. Roxy was a little puzzled why the two women weren’t jumping up and scrambling to get their clothes and get out. Considering this was what happened the last time she caught Grunge with some beach bimbo, she figured the women must have passed out from inebriation or fallen asleep. “Look… Look, Roxy, it’s like this…..” Grunge panted as he laid on his stomach and looked groggily upwards at the backside of his girlfriend. He tried to reach up with his right hand to grab hold of the bathrobe that Roxy was wearing to get her attention but she moved just out of range as he was doing so. “Ok, you bitches, time to wake up and hit the road. If I ever catch you around my boyfriend, you’re going to regr…..” Roxy started to snarl before falling silent when she pulled back the bed sheets. Instead of finding two nude women underneath, she found a pair of inflatable love dolls, one a redhead and the other a brunette, lying on the bed. “What the hell? Geez, Grunge, you mean you and your massive libido struck out tonight so you decided to get your jollies with a pair of blow-up dolls. You’re even….” Roxy started to say with a growing sense of humor and a smile becoming evident on her face before suddenly falling silent. With only her eyes moving, she glanced downwards and saw Grunge had grabbed hold of her right ankle with his right hand. Judging by the fact that it was already starting to look unnaturally glossy in appearance, it seemed that Grunge was using his powers for some unstated reason. “You see, Roxy, I was minding my own biz when Caitlin came in accusing me of something and wanting to… umm… take a romp in the bed in return for her silence. She wouldn’t leave me be so I… uhhh… turned her into the love doll you see on the bed. I was going to take a shower, watch some TV and change her back later on when… urppp….. Sara snuck in and started rubbing up against it under the bed covers. I reached in to change Caitlin back and instead….. ummm….. well, that’s how there are two sex dolls lying on the bed now,” Grunge gasped as he tried to regain his composure. “Caitlin…. Sarah…. bothlove dolls!!…. well, if that’s true, then…….. oh no… he’s not… he can’t…. he wouldn’t….. he’s not… …..GRUNGE, YOU’RE TURNING MEINTO A LOVE DOLL AS WELL!!!!…….” Roxy thought to herself even as she felt a growing sense of lightness throughout her body. She no longer had any control over her limbs but she saw they were moving on their own. Her legs were slowly spreading apart into what seemed like an obscene V-shape while her arms, frozen in front of her at first, were straightening out even as they drew closer to her sides. “You’re always give me a hard time about we never spend any intimate time together so…. ummm… this is a way I can satisfy that …. urrrpp…. though you’re going to be pretty quiet for the rest of the night,” Grunge muttered as he slowly pulled himself to his feet while maintaining contact with Roxy’s immobile body. Reaching around with his left hand, the young man fumbled briefly with the knot holding Roxy’s robe closed. After a few seconds of sluggish pawing, Grunge managed to untie the robe and expose Roxy’s nude body so she could see what was happening to her. “Oh no, I’m right! …..Grunge, YOU BASTARD!!!!…. I’m going to kill you when I….. uhhhh… I feel pretty good……. wow…….” Roxy thought to herself even as her thinking seemed to grow muffled by the pleasure spreading through her body. She glanced downwards with her eyes and saw that her breasts were swelling noticeably and looked to be growing larger than even Caitlin’s sizable boobs. She could see that her nipples and areolas were turning bright pink in color with both taking on a decidedly artificial look in appearance. Suddenly, a faint gasp of pleasure issued from Roxy’s mouth as she felt her pussy twitch and contort before forming into an ovular shape with the interior feeling like the same material the rest of her body was becoming. At the same time, her anus seemed to shift upwards by several inches before forming into the same O-shape as her pussy. “You’re looking pretty good, Roxx…. ummphh….. in fact, I think this is kinda the best you’ve ever looked. Of course, I’m a little biased…. mmmmm…..” Grunge muttered in a slurred voice as he put his hands around Roxy’s waist, which was narrowing even as he talked. “Look good? …..my owner likes me…. I hope he uses me soon…….WHERE THE HELL DID THAT THOUGHT COME FROM?….. I’M NOT A SEX DOLL…………. I’m a good dolly……. I need my boobies fondled…. my mouth seems so empty …..DAMN,THAT’S NOT TRUE…. I….I…. yes…. NO!…. YES!!……” Roxy thought as her perceptions bounced wildly around as a result of her continual transformation. As she glanced downward with her eyes, she saw that her whole body was now uniformly glossy in appearance with seams visible on her arms, legs and around her waist. If anyone looked at her now, they would mentally dismiss her as just another realistic looking fuck toy. The change swept into Roxy’s head and shoulders with her tiny shoulder blades disappearing from sight and a seam that looked to be encircling her neck becoming visible. Her mind continued to be bombarded by waves of pleasure even as she felt herself growing lighter by the second. Suddenly, she felt her teeth and tongue melt away as her mouth’s interior formed into a smooth sac much like her other two openings. At the same time, her mouth formed into a perfect O-shape that was already aching to be filled. With her eyes changing to nothing more than painted features and her hair becoming threads of synthetic material that looked to be sewn into her hollow head, Roxy’s conversion into a latex love doll was complete. She would have toppled forward at this point but Grunge had a somewhat firm grip on the doll’s waist and even now his free hand was roaming freely over Roxy’s soft skin. “Ooooohhhh….. dolly likes that…. my owneris very excited…. he likes my boobies…. mmmmmm…….“Roxy thought as, just like Caitlin and Sarah before her, her thoughts seemed to revolve around the primitive mindset of an inflatable love doll. She felt Grunge run his hands over her firm tits and greatly enjoyed the pleasure that resulted from such caresses. The sex toy’s only regret was that all of its openings were aching to be filled by her owner. As if he could hear the doll’s mental pleas, Grunge picked up the doll by the waist and, shoving it clumsily under his right arm, staggered back to the bed where the dollified Caitlin and Sarah waited patiently for their owner. “Oooohhh… owneris going fuck me now?……” the Caitlin doll thought as it felt Grunge briefly run his left hand through the synthetic red hair before letting his hand run down her hollow latex body. Tossing Roxy into the middle of the bed, Grunge turned his attention to the dollified Caitlin and Sarah, lying near the edges of the mattress. Picking up the dolls individually, he pulled Caitlin’s arms above her head and after bending them at the elbow, he tucked the doll’s hands around its hollow head. Grabbing a small pillow off the floor, he shoved the cushion under the doll’s lower torso just above its waist. As a result, the doll’s legs were splayed out to the sides in a raised position with its bottom two openings ready to be filled by the doll’s owner. For Sarah, Grunge bent the doll at its knees as he positioned it so that the doll was in a sitting position with the latex behind resting on the lower legs. He then took Sarah’s hands and attempted to position them so that the doll’s fingers were grasping its breasts in a seductive way. However, he failed several times due to the fact that Sarah, in her new inanimate form, had no strength in her hollow arms. Finally, Grunge gave up and his fingers started to tingle as he summoned his ability to affect the molecular composition of others to solve his ‘problem’. As he felt the energy build, an idea began to ferment in his alcohol soaked mind how to extend his solution and make his night truly memorable…….. Following Morning………. The sound of lawnmowers humming in the neighborhood gradually woke Grunge from his slumber atop his bed. As he groggily pulled himself into a sitting position and rubbed his bloodshot eyes, he looked around his room and realized the pounding in his head was a result of another night of beer and pizza. Judging by the stickiness of his bedding, he must have spilled more than a little beer on his bed. However, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t alone during his partying, though who he was with proved to be a mystery. Before he could start to clean up a small part of his mess and throw some clothes on, there was a loud thumping on his door. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there in a minute…..” Grunge murmured as he wrapped a bed sheet around his waist and staggered towards the door. He had barely opened the door when he found himself flying backwards courtesy of a powerful bolt of energy. Grunge impacted against the wall next to the bed momentarily stunned and when he opened his eyes, he saw a sight that he only imagined in his wildest dreams. Caitlin, Roxy and Sarah were all standing in his room - completely naked - with their bodies fully exposed for anyone to see. Furthermore, they seemed posed to show off their bodies with their hands positioned on their lithe forms like they were in an adult photo shoot. Sarah had her hands under her breasts shoving them upwards as if she was offering them to Grunge. Caitlin had her arms bent and tucked behind her head which pushed her chest and torso outwards in a very pleasing manner. Roxy seemed to have her hands resting on her lovely ass which gave her a posture that was already starting to cause a tingling in Grunge’s nether regions. However, all three had looks of extreme anger on their faces with Sarah’s fingers starting to show the telltale signs of another electrical charge building. Suddenly, Grunge realized why they were so pissed…. their hands were fused there and they were unable to move them! The brown haired man realized who they were blaming for their predicament and that maybe they knew more about the events of the previous night than he did. “Ummmmm…. Roxy, Cat, Sarah ….I can explain……. OUCHHH!!!!…… OUCHHH!!!……” Grunge started to say before another electrical bolt slammed into him…… People walking on the sidewalk outside the house that the four shared noticed that there seemed to be some sort of electrical problem going on inside the building….. A storm that lasted for a very long time afterward…….. ...

As Jenny let the hot shower water flow off her lithe body, she reflected how her life had changed over the past seven days. She had answered a personal ad for a job that read " Personal Assistant needed immediately for 12 month period. Applicant must be willing to work closely with the client and put personal life on hold for duration of employment. Please submit a photo with a detailed resume to this address." It was an unusual ad to say the least but Jenny was glad she did . From the moment she met the mysterious Mr. Bill Jones, she was dazzled by his charm, sophistication and seemingly endless wealth. The fact that he had hired her 30 minutes after the initial interview was great as well. ...

Glenda sat in silence in the back of the taxi as it drove towards the destination she had requested. She had been living a relatively hum drum life back in the US working as a bank clerk and living in a small New England town. However, in one day, her whole life changed as she received word that a distant relative, a step uncle named Charles Elkington, who lived in England had recently passed away and had named her as his sole heir. Apparently, her inheritance consisted of a fairly sizable sum of money along with a castle and land that went with it. The only provision of the will was that Glenda had to take up residence in the castle on a full time basis to be allowed access to the rest of her inheritance. Glenda wasted little time in saying good-bye to her friends and family before packing up her things and boarding a plane for England. Once there, she hailed a taxi and set off for Manekinshire Castle, her new home. " I never heard of this Charles Elkington before…apparently, I was the only relative he had to leave his estate to…I wonder what he was like…. " Glenda thought to herself as the taxi passed a throng of people who looked to be coming from a soccer match with their boisterous cheers and colorful attire. The taxi slowed for a bit to avoid the ones who had been drinking too much before it speed up once again. The driver exited the city and into the countryside where it wound down several back roads before turning onto a long driveway that was lined on both sides by huge trees that looked to be several decades old. The cab slowly wound the road allowing Glenda to look at the place that loomed ahead. When she saw the size of the castle, she was so surprised that her mouth literally hung open for several seconds. She was blown by the size of the place, which dwarfed anything she had ever lived in before. Glenda could see what appeared to be tennis courts and stables behind the castle with a three car garage off to the right of the castle’s facade. The taxi pulled up to where the front door of the castle was and several people were standing waiting for her arrival. When Glenda stepped out of the taxi, one of the staff, a well dressed man in his early 40’s, walked over and paid the driver for the fare before stepping around and taking her luggage out for her. " My name is Henry, ma’am…I’m head of staff of Manekinshire Castle and these are the other members of staff who work inside or around the grounds. I’ll introduce you to them and then show you around the estate." he said smoothly while gesturing towards the waiting staff. After Glenda met the staff, she spent the next hour or so being shown the many rooms as well as where the stables were in addition to the courts and garage she had already seen. Feeling fatigued from all the day’s activities, Glenda asked to be shown to her room so she could get some sleep. Once settled in her huge bedroom, Glenda changed into her nightie and settled in for a luxurious sleep on the huge four post bed that seemed to have enough room on it for four of her let along her slender body. The only thing that disturbed her was the uneasy feeling that she was being watched by unseen eyes from the moment she pulled the bedding over her to the next morning when she woke. She dismissed these feelings as first day jitters at being in a new house with unfamiliar surroundings and figured she’d become more relaxed as she got used to her new home. As a cool breeze wafted into her room, Glenda arose from her bed and put on her powder blue bath robe before heading off to take a bath. Henry had told her when she had arrived that there were no shower facilities in the castle but instead a giant black and gold bathtub was in each bathroom of the castle. Slightly amused, Glenda took a quick bath and afterwards had to admit that she had never felt as good after showering/bathing as she did then. After dressing, the auburn haired woman headed down to where the dining room was to eat breakfast before setting out to explore her home and surroundings. To her surprise, she found several staff members waiting for her in the large dining area with broad smiles visible on their faces. Smiling in return, Glenda took her seat and nervously started to eat her breakfast while glancing around at the expensive antiques and furniture that seemingly lined every room of the castle. Once breakfast was gone, Glenda went for a walk around the castle and the surrounding area with Henry along to guide her and answer any questions that she might have. When they walked around the ancient battlements that lined the exterior of the castle, Glenda looked out at the breathtaking beauty of the surrounding countryside with the fog slowly rising off the distant landscape for a short period of time. When she finished her viewing the countryside, she turned to the ever patient Henry with a look of both relaxation and puzzlement evident on her face. " Henry, since you’ve probably been her quite some time, perhaps you could tell me a little about your former employer Mr. Elkington. I never met him or frankly knew he existed until recently so I’m a little curious as to who and what he was. " Glenda asked the servant in a friendly manner. " Well, Ms. Mullins, my late employer was a man who had inherited much of his wealth from his parents and had invested it wisely over the years in a wide variety of properties. He was encouraged to seek a more public lifestyle, especially from the society’s elite with daughters who were eligible for marriage, but he always eschewed that lifestyle. He spent most of his days here in the castle or on the grounds in quiet contemplation of different things though he never explained them in full. About a year or so, he had a guest from central Europe, a scientist involved in genetic engineering, who struck up many late night conversations with Mr. Elkington." " Shortly after the scientist’s visit, Mr. Elkington had a large array of equipment delivered to the castle where it was installed in the castle’s cellar. He had a massive iron door built leading into the room in question with the only key being in his possession at all times. The months before his demise, Mr. Elkington spent many hours in that room stopping only to drink coffee or take a nap inside the room. He never said what his work consisted of other than talking about ’ never being lonely ever again’, which was strange given his past history. " " One day, the owner decided to take his favorite car, a 1962 Bentley, out for a drive in the countryside by himself without the accompaniment of his personal chauffeur. The Bentley plunged off the side of the road into a deep raving where it landed upside down in a river swollen by recent torrential downpours. By the time rescue personnel managed to get to the vehicle, there was no sign of Mr. Elkington anywhere near the wreck. After several days of searching, the police determined that Mr. Elkington had drowned with his body yet to be recovered to this day. When it came time to review the will, there was a special stipulation that the room where Mr. Elkington did his secretive research remain sealed and that there would be no attempts to go into said room including you, Ms. Mullins." the butler said with an even tone. " That’s kind of strange to say the least. This scientist that Uncle Charles was talking to….have you seen or heard from him since the accident ? " Glenda asked looking at Henry with a visible need to try and figure out what exactly went on in that room evident on her face. " No, Ms. Mullins, not a word from the gentleman after Mr. Elkington’s unfortunate demise. He did email Mr. Elkington two days before though the contents of the email are unknown to me. Is there anything else you might be curious about concerning your late uncle, ma’am ? " Henry said in an even tone. " I don’t think so, Henry. Why don’t you show me those old hunting trails that run through the back of the property ? " Glenda said with a smile while gesturing towards the grassy expanse behind the castle where a man could be seen puttering back and forth on a large riding mower. She decided for now to let the matter rest for now though she had some ideas how to try and find out on her own what the mystery her uncle took to the grave with him. 3 days later….. Glenda felt more at comfortable with her new home now then when she first arrived but a lingering sense of loneliness had gripped her. The staff had bent over backwards trying to be friendly but Glenda missed the company of her friends from back in her old home town. As she wandered the long corridors of the castle looking at the many artworks collected by Charles and her other descendants, she felt that feeling returning of someone watching her like in one of those shlocky 60’s horror movies. Looking up at the paintings, she didn’t see any eyes moving around and dismissed the feeling like before. However, the walk did make Glenda decide to act on her loneliness immediately. She called up her old friends back in the US, Holly and Tina, and invite them to come stay with her in England for as long as they felt that summer. When they initially balked, Glenda told them that she would pay for all their expenses and told her two friends there were more than a few eligible wealthy bachelors in England who would be interested in meeting two young beautiful women from the US. After much hemming and hawing, Holly and Tina agreed to fly over and stay with her for at least the rest of the summer. Feeling happier than at any point since she came to England, Glenda had the staff prepare two bedrooms for her friends pending visit while she planned out an itinerary for their arrival. The night before their scheduled arrival, Glenda got up in the middle of the night and ventured silently down to the castle’s cellar to the area where her late relative did his secretive work. To her disappointment, the door was just as Henry had described before with the single lock set into it and no other way to access what was behind it. After about ten to fifteen minutes of looking around for something that might give a clue what laid beyond the barrier, Glenda headed back upstairs hoping to someday solve the mystery that was irritating her….. A week later, Glenda’s mood had noticeably improved as Holly and Tina had arrived from the US and the halls of the ancient castle seemed a lot more livelier with the sounds of the two’ laughter. The three had gone riding on horseback over the vast acreage that made up the back of the castle’s property and they had gone into the local pubs several times to talk with the locals and flirt with some of well off rich heirs at the parties held at neighboring estates. It was when the three were coming home late one night that they thought they saw light emanating from the area of the castle that Glenda couldn’t get into. When the three got out of the limo in front of the castle, they were going to check out the source of the light but it went out just as they were stepping out onto the grounds. Flummoxed and annoyed by the strange goings on in the castle, Glenda stormed inside in a huff leaving her two friends scratching their heads wondering what was going on. Several nights later…… It was around 3 am and the hallways of the castle were quiet as everyone had settled in for the night….everyone except for Holly and Tina, who were restless as they sat in their respective rooms. The two had thoroughly enjoyed the time they had spent with Glenda and the many fascinating men they had met yet felt oddly out of sorts when they were at the castle. Neither of them put much stock into Glenda’s claims of a ghost who watched her moves at various parts in the castle but there were something odd that bothered both of them deeply. Tina threw on a light blue silk robe over her nude body followed by matching slippers and sat down at a writing desk at the far end of her room. She started to write a letter to an old college friend, Jill Masterston, about her exploits in England when she heard a knock on the door. When Tina opened the door, she found Holly standing there wearing a silver and black robe with a half empty glass of wine in her left hand with a weary look on her face. " Hi, Tina. Sorry to wake you but I couldn’t sleep and I was hoping that you’d be able to sit up with me for a while and talk for a bit." Holly said she flicked her blonde hair aside before taking a drink of wine. " Oh, I wasn’t sleeping…just writing a letter to a friend in fact. Hmmm…I just got an idea…it’s a bit risqué though…." Tina said with her face noticeably turning a little redder. She leaned forward and whispered for about ten seconds or so into her friend’s right ear. Holly, turning a little red in the face herself, stayed silent for a few seconds before breaking into a broad grin. " Give me about five minutes and I’ll meet you there ! " she said before dashing to the washroom. 5 minutes later…… It was muggy outside that late summer night with the faint sound of rumbling in the distance indicating a thunder shower might be in the offing. The parapets that lined the outer walls of the castle, normally deserted at this hour of night, were home to the sounds of two giggling and happy women that evening….. " Oh my god, I can’t believe I let you talk me into this, Tina ! " Holly shouted as she skipped down the brick walkways wearing not a stitch of clothing on her. She was carrying the same glass of wine from before but otherwise just a smile and a nude body for Tina to see. " Oh, pooff..who’s gonna see us out here tonight ? A few owls….maybe some wandering sheep….c’mon, let’s sit back and enjoy the view like no one ever has around this old castle." Tina chirped as she leaned over the parapet to look into the darkness. " All right, all right, hmmmm…..I don’t remember seeing that big suit of armor out here when I was here before. Did you have it moved here, Tina ? " Holly said softly as she walked over to the shiny metallic object in question. " Nope, not me. It must have been Henry or one of the other castle’s staff who did it. They must be polishing up some of the old rust buckets that line the hallways in this place." Tina called out as she ran her hands over the brick escarpment she was sitting on. " Yeah, I guess you’re right. The strange thing is it looks like it was made just recently…there’s not a speck of rust on it anywhere." Holly replied as she let her hands run over the steel gauntlets and smooth breastplate of the armor. She saw what appeared to be a crest of a phoenix bird holding a large piece of crystal painted on the armor in bright colors. " Are you going to stand there all night with that armor or are you coming over here for the view of a lifetime ? " Tina called out somewhat impatiently. Sighing openly, Holly turned her attention from the relic to the brick facade that her friend was sitting astride of. She slowly walked over and laid astride directly opposite her friend. The two sipped on their glasses of wine and gazed out onto the quiet meadow content with the cool air passing over their nude bodies. As the two women enjoyed the view, they were unaware of the luminescent glow that was becoming visible around the shield of the armor that Holly was just looking at. Seconds later, the energy extended outward from the shield in long tendrils that enveloped the women completely in a bright yellow aura. Strangely, neither Holly or Tina seemed to notice the energy around them as they laid serenely atop the parapet with a dreamy expression on their faces. " Oooohh…I could stay here all night and day…." Holly moaned as she slowly rubbed her left hand over her nubile body while slowly letting her nearly empty glass slip out of her right hand. Tina was doing the same with her hands as both glasses fell to the brick floor behind them where they shattered into a million pieces. As the minutes passed, the intensity that the two young women caressed themselves increased exponentially though the range of motions was decreasing at the same time. Through a haze of erotic pleasure tinged with the bliss of the alcohol she had consumed, Holly saw her friend’s body, visible in the bright moon lit night, was turning shiny in the light which seemed somewhat strange to the blonde woman’s befuddled state of mind. " Hmmm…what…huh…." Holly said softly as she found her arms and legs growing increasingly unresponsive to her thoughts. She saw the small birthmark on her chest just above her left breast disappear as did all the freckles and blemishes on the upper part of her body. She tried to sit up and take a closer look at what was going on but found her body unresponsive to her wishes…. " This feels so…so weird….. " Tina thought to herself as she let her mind drift in a sea of erotic bliss. Her arms and legs felt light as a feather….as if they were hollow tubes of latex filled with nothing but air. It was only when she opened her eyes that she discovered her feelings were horrifically coming true. She saw what looked like seams appearing on the sides of her limbs as well as around her waist. Tina tried to yell out to Holly or anyone within earshot but found her ability to speak had completely vanished. She could see her breasts swell like balloons inflating as they took on a shiny appearance like the rest of her with bright pink nipples and aerolas appearing on both. Holly could see the same transformation happening to her body and she was completely helpless to stop it. She felt her mouth form into an ovular shape with the interior devoid of teeth or tongue and instead consisting of a smooth rubber sac ready for probing by anything or anyone. Holly shuddered mentally in pleasure as she felt her pussy change into the same material that the rest of her body was changing to. She could feel her anus move several inches upward from its’ usual position while forming the same ovular opening that her mouth and pussy had formed. " A LOVE DOLL….I’VE BECOME A DAMNED SEX TOY…..NOOOOO!!!!!!….. " Tina mentally screamed as she saw her arms drawing tight to her body forming the traditional posture of a doll’s hollow arms. Her vision became fixed with her eyes becoming painted features much like the rest of her face was. She was confused as to why this had happened……and who was responsible…. " NOT A BLOW-UP FUCKTOY…..A SEX DOLL FOR SOME OWNER TO USE…..WHY?…HOW?…. " Holly shouted to herself over and over as she felt a cool breeze blow across her rubber body and cause her mind ( or whatever was inside her) to become awash in intense erotic feelings that would have caused her to orgasm if she still was capable of doing such a thing. ...

(story continues from Centrefolds) Part Two - The Great Escape The light shone through the bedroom window and onto the king sized bed which dominated the room. Lying on the bed partly covered by bed sheets was an amazingly realistic love doll with blonde hair and breasts that looked just like those you would see on a real woman. Of course, the fact that she was up until a short time ago a living breathing woman by the name of Ilsa was a fact known only to her and the photographer Jacques Leblanc, a collector of women transformed into inflatable love dolls via his specially designed camera. With over 30 such dolls on display in his home, he was quite popular among those who collected such unusual items though none suspected the truth behind the sex toys. ...

Connie was, to say the least, extremely nervous as she waited in her jail cell to be led back to the court room for sentencing. She had been convicting in the cold blood killing of her long time lover Ned Carlton, a wealthy man who owned a string of beaver farms on several continents and sold the beavers for everything from pets to lethal trained protection animals. She thought the idea of beavers being used as guards was ridiculous until she saw them tear apart a couple of maple syrup dealers from Canada trying to kill Ned. After spending some time with Ned and arranging herself to assume power over much of his money, she got greedy and decided the time had come to dispose of him. She contacted a lethal assassin from the south, Jack McDonald, and arranged for him to come for a talk about how dispose of Ned. Known in the underworld as the " Weather Widowmaker " for making his murders look like death by freak nature accidents, he agreed to wait until a nasty storm rolled into the area and make his move then. When a late spring storm of snow and freezing rain rolled through, Jack made his move and drowned Ned in the waters of one of his many beaver ponds. Unfortunately, before he could make his escape, he was captured by the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, who had been tracking Jack for some time and surrounded the assassin with their horses before he could flee. Once captured, Jack quickly confessed everything under the RCMP’s polite interrogation including Connie’s role in the murder. She was arrested before she could leave town and, six months later, was on trial for Ned’s murder. Her lawyer tried to make the jury believe she was an innocent dupe of the assassin but the evidence against her was overwhelming. After final statements, the jury deliberated for only twelve minutes before finding her guilty of first degree murder which led to Connie’s current status. " I should have hired one of those high priced Hollywood lawyers to defend me at the trial. He would have gotten me acquitted…instead, I’m now referred to as the ’ Woman behind the Beaver Tycoon murder ‘…. " Connie thought while kicking the concrete floor in anger and disgust. She spent the next few minutes contemplating ways to extricate herself out of the predicament she was in before an impatient rap on the bars by a prison guard interrupted her thinking. " Let’s go, Connie, the judge is scheduled to deliver your sentencing via internet video conference in thirty minutes. Your lawyer is already online and has submitted your video appeal via email attachment which the judge has looked at. " the guard said slightly impatient in her mannerisms. " Yeah, yeah, I hear you…" muttered Connie as she stood up and followed the guard down to the internet ’ Room of Decision ’ ( as the prisoners had dubbed it ). Since the criminal system overhaul in 2010, most sentencing hearings were done via the internet to save cost and free up the court’s time. Connie hoped that her lawyer’s appeal was successful otherwise she’d be facing the death penalty…… Two days later…… Connie sat sullenly in the back of the prison bus as it drove towards the prison she was being transported to where she would reside on death row. The judgment was swift and her lawyer’s appeal had fallen on deaf ears as the judge sentenced her to death by inflation ( Connie wasn’t sure what the heck that meant but it sounded final to say the least ). The convicted murderer sat back in her shackles and stared straight ahead wondering if she could avoid her fate. Suddenly, the bus swerved to the right violently causing Connie to tumble forward in her seat. She looked up to see the guards moving towards the front of the bus as the driver wrestled frantically with the wheel to avoid…something….. " Moose stampede !! " the driver yelled out as he frantically clawed at the wheel to avoid the onrushing beasts. Before Connie had a chance to brace herself, the whole bus shook several times as it collided with the large animals before it went a dramatic skid off the road. A second or so later, the bus turned on its’ side and skidded for an unknown distance before colliding into some nearby trees and coming to rest with a loud crunch. Billows of grey and black smoke erupted from the back of the vehicle as the twisted metal hulk sat in silence while the moose herd passed through. Inside the bus, the occupants had been tossed around like rag dolls by the crash with several suffering fatal injuries. Connie had been lucky as the upending of the bus had not only left her relatively unscathed but free from her shackles as they had popped open when she fell on the floor along with everyone else. " Lucky for me, the prison system bought their handcuffs from a guy who used to do stage magic…" Connie muttered as she crawled over the dead and unconscious people in the bus towards the front. The raven haired woman, clad in an orange prison jumpsuit, made it to the front of the bus just in time to see a one armed man man being pursued through the woods by another man waving a pistol while simultaneously two cars roared down the road. Both drivers were dressed in all in black with one sporting a button displaying the number 6 and the other had a number 1 on his button. " Sheesh….you see all kinds on these back roads…. " Connie thought as she pulled herself free from the wreckage and walked out to the deserted road, where only a fading cloud of smoke was visible from the cars that just passed. Walking a short distance, she came to a crossroads and quickly glanced around to see if there was a house she could hide in or get out of the clothes she was in. To her left, she saw a roadside motel with **Bates Motel ...

Mihoshi wiped her forehead as she arrived home from another long day filming for her latest porn flick. Acting under the name " Keiko Kupps “, Mihoshi had a sizable fan club worldwide thanks to her svelte figure and her films ( 60-70 so far ) had been acclaimed by both critics and buyers as adult masterpieces. At one time, she couldn’t go near an adult entertainment store without being mobbed by fans looking for autographs. However, things had turned downwards recently as her last few films had sold about half the amount her previous ones sold at. Mihoshi had overheard her male co-star talking with the director of the one she just filmed of how ’ Keiko isn’t big in the adult film industry and needs to be replaced soon ‘. Judging by the slow nod from the director, it wasn’t just an isolated belief. " Damn these assholes ! I give every ounce of effort I could muster, ignore the fact that half the guys they stuck me with were butt ugly and for what ? They look to dump me without a second thought ! Bastards ! " Mihoshi muttered as she tossed her purse and jacket on a nearby chair before heading over to her answering machine to check for messages. Mihoshi shook her head in disgust as she listened to her messages. One was from the president of her local fan club, which stated that the club was being disbanded due to a lack of interest. Two others were from companies inquiring if she’d like to be the spokeswoman for a new line of adult sex toys they planned on selling. After deleting the messages, the busty Asian beauty settled down in front of her home computer and did a little surfing as well as checked her email. One message asked her to go to a lingerie web site to receive samples of " new " products being offered by the company in question. Most of the others were spam though she was amused by one offering to send her to a site featuring " the hottest sex scenes involving your favorite porn actresses, including Keiko Kupps " . When she glanced at one of the images, Mihoshi noticed with some amusement that someone had put her head on someone else’s body that was pretty obvious to her. 45 or so minutes later, Mihoshi finished her surfing and switched off her computer before heading into the kitchen for a light snack. Suddenly, there was a blinding light that filled the entire room and caused Mihoshi to close her eyes tight in reflex. However, this was not the flash of a thunderbolt or an electrical transformer as it seemed to last for what seemed like an eternity. Several times, the dark haired beauty parted her fingers to see if the light faded only to close them tight when it was apparent it hadn’t. Mihoshi was about to head into her bedroom, where the shades were drawn, when the light faded out completely and there was nothing but blue sky outside the Asian woman’s house. She stood completely still for a minute or so to let her eyes adjust as well make sure she wasn’t suffering any other effects. After making sure she didn’t feel any after effects, Mihoshi headed to her bedroom to disrobe and take a nice, long bath. A short time later, with steam filling the bathroom and several lit scented candles around the edges of an oversized bathtub, Mihoshi settled back and let the water wash away the day’s troubles. As the dark haired beauty settled back in the water, she noticed her body seemed to react with the bath salts in a far more profound effect than before. “Ooooh….these new bath salts must be something new on the market. My skin feels tingly all over and especially around my boobs and pussy. Mmmmm…. " Mihoshi murmured as she ran her bath sponge over her lithe body. She spent her time bathing mulling over what her future in the films should be and if it was too late to crossover to mainstream movies. About forty or so minutes later, the dark haired woman stepped out of the tub and after drying herself off vigorously, Mihoshi wrapped a large white towel around her body and headed for a good night’s sleep. When she was putting on her nightie and went to lie down, she thought she heard a faint squeaking sound as she stepped near her queen sized bed. Looking down, she realized that she stepped on a latex catsuit she had brought home from the recent filming of the film ’ Latex Fucking ’ and had forgotten to put it away. Tossing the outfit onto a nearby chair, Mihoshi slipped under her bed covers and quickly fell into a deep sleep. Strangely, her dreams that night seemed much more vivid and erotic than in past ones. In her visions, she seemed to be wandering a brightly lit store in the nude looking for something or someone. Suddenly, a man grabs her around the waist from behind and she suddenly stops moving altogether. The man ( who seems to be faceless in the dream) ran his hands all over her body while Mihoshi remained motionless with nothing but lust and desire running through her over and over. At this point, Mihoshi would have been writhing in her bed in response to her subconscious but she remained still and didn’t move a single inch in any way as her mind continued to be awash in highly erotic images. Next morning……. Mihoshi awake with the sound of her alarm clock going off and her answering machine beeping in the living room. Feeling a little bit stiff ( which wasn’t unusual considering the vigorous activities she took part in the day before), Mihoshi laid for a minute in her bed until she got her bearings. One thing she noticed was that she woke up lying flat on her back and not on her side like she normally was after a good night’s sleep. “Mmmmm…… I haven’t felt this stiff since my early days when I filmed all day and partied all night. Ah, to have that energy again, " Mihoshi murmured as she rolled out of bed and made her way to her closet to dress for the day. As she slipped on a red tube top with white panties and blue leather shorts, she noticed her stiffness wasn’t disappearing as it normally did when she started her day. Stranger still, she noticed there were patches of her arms and legs that looked much smoother than the rest of her body and when she reached over and gently pinched one of the areas with her right hand, it sent a jolt of pure erotic pleasure through her entire body. " Oooohhh…. that is weird….. " the brunette said as she felt her knees almost buckle in response to the intense feeling she was experiencing. Mihoshi slowly made her way to the kitchen where she poured herself a cup of coffee before heading to the living room to see what was on the morning TV news programs. Flicking on the set and settling back, she was a little surprised to learn last night’s event was the lead item on the broadcasts. “…..although the effects of the light show have yet to be determined for certain, a few facts are starting to come in which seem to coincide with the lights everybody witnessed. For starters, there has been a large jump in sick days being called in by women from the ages 19-49 wherever the lights were most visible. The sick who took the day off reported no specific symptoms other than dizziness, a general feeling of stiffness and emotional mood swings, " the woman anchor said with a smile. CLICK !! " …..scientists do not believe there is any serious long term effects to the general population although there are a few who believe that some may suffer effects yet to be determined. However, these skeptics are being dismissed by the rest of the scientific community, " the news anchor said before turning towards the weatherman. CLICK !! " ……..on a lighter side that may or may not be related to the dazzling light display last night, people in the cosmetic surgery trade are noticing a larger than normal cancellation of appointments by women this morning and afternoon. I guess, Jack, after last night’s event, women looked at themselves in a new light, " the woman anchor said, who seemed almost to be glowing in cheerfulness. Mihoshi clicked off the TV and sat back on the couch a little perplexed by what she heard. She WAS feeling a little light headed herself not to mention the odd look to her skin. She decided that she would take the day off from work and call her doctor for an appointment. Leaning over for her cell phone, the brunette dialed the number for Doctor Janice Lester, her physician for five years and a woman who always listened to her complaints no matter how trivial they were. To her surprise, Mihoshi heard an automated message saying the doctor was ill and she wouldn’t be taking any new appointments in the near future. Flummoxed, she closed her cell phone up and put it on her waist. " Hmmm…that’s strange. Well, if it gets any worse, I suppose I can visit an outpatients clinic or something like that. Right now, I think I’ll fix myself something to eat and let the film crew know about my plans, " the brunette muttered as she put her hands on the couch and prepared to pull herself to her feet. To her surprise, it took Mihoshi a minute or two to stand up as her arms felt far weaker than normal. She walked slowly over to her fridge and, opening it up, looked around for a few minutes for something to eat. Strangely, her appetite seemed to be rapidly dissipating and she settled for a bottle of spring water for now. Wandering over slowly to her bedroom, Mihoshi was about to take a sip of water when her cell phone started ringing. Putting her bottle down, she flipped open the phone once again and found that the caller was Jack Jackson, the director of her next film ( though she suspected that wasn’t his real name as many in the adult industry used stage names). He told Mihoshi that the shooting for the film scheduled that day had been suspended temporarily as most of the female crew members and actresses had called in sick. Jack went on to say that he would be coming by to visit her later that evening if she didn’t have any plans already. As it happened, Mihoshi had planned to go see a movie that night with some friends but the thought of Jack seeing her that night seemed to trigger an intense feeling of pleasure throughout her entire body. She quickly agreed to see Jack later on and after a few minutes of chatting about the business and other things, she said goodbye and hung up. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Mihoshi glanced at a dildo she kept on top of a chest for nights when she felt a little on the horny side. As she mentally flashed back to the chat she just had with Jack while looking at the sex toy she had in her hand, a desire for sexual pleasure seemed to overwhelm her conscious thought. Without a moment’s hesitation, the buxom Asian quickly stripped off the clothes she had put on just a short while ago and, grasping hold of the dildo, laid back on the bed with a dreamy expression on her face. Bringing the dildo up to her mouth, Mihoshi started to lick the end of the sex toy with her tongue for several seconds before plunging it into her mouth. Her whole body twitched and writhed as she closed her eyes in extreme satisfaction. After thirty or so seconds, she had a mental vision of the man from her previous night’s dream who was again having sex with her but this time he was filling her mouth with his rigid member. " Mmmmm…. this feels so good….. " Mihoshi thought as her body started to writhe in pleasure as she pulled the dildo slowly in and out of her mouth. After several minutes of sucking greedily on the sex toy with her lips and tongue, the busty brunette pulled out the dildo with a faint POP ! audible in the room. With her eyes half closed as she reveled in the sensations going through her body, Mihoshi slowly lowered the sex toy downwards until it was just touching the edges of her pussy. She then lifted her trembling hand upwards before plunging the dildo into her hot box much like she had dreamed her invisible lover doing previously. Some time later, with her body slick with sweat from pleasuring herself, Mihoshi thought she heard a faint ringing noise echoing through her bedroom. Partially awaking from the light sleep she had fallen into, she realized the ringing was, in fact, her doorbell ringing repeatedly. Groggily looking over at her alarm clock, Mihoshi realized that her visitor must be Jack and that she must have been lying in bed for several hours. " Darn it !…. uhhh…. this has been one bad day to say the least….. " the busty woman said as she stiffly rolled out of bed. Throwing a robe as quick as she could, Mihoshi slowly made her way to the door and opened it. As she figured, it was Jack, carrying a fairly large bottle of wine in his right hand and a look of consternation on his face from waiting. After apologizing profusely to Jack for the delay in answering the door, Mihoshi asked her visitor to take a seat on the living room couch while she finished dressing. When she went back to her room and started getting out her clothes, she decided, for some strange reason, not to wear any lingerie under her clothes. For some reason that she couldn’t explain, it just felt better to her to wear less over her body. She quickly slipped on a pair of black leather shorts and a red latex tube top that seemed to emphasize the odd squeaking that she had heard before. After putting on a pair of silver high heels that were at least eight inches in length, Mihoshi looked at herself and put on a fresh application of make-up. Strangely, when she pursed her mouth into an O shape while applying her lipstick, Mihoshi left her mouth in that position for several seconds after applying a glossy coat to it. Normally, this would have struck her as odd but, at the present, it seemed so right and proper. " Mihoshi ? Are you having any problems getting dressed ? " Jack called out from the living room, which jolted Mihoshi from her daydreaming state. She quickly finished her preparations and made her way out to the living room flashing a brilliant smile as she sat down next to her guest. Jack’s obvious annoyance quickly faded away upon seeing Mihoshi’s appearance. Although he had seen his host more than once naked and writhing on a bed when before a camera, there was something about her look that night that seemed to beg any man to comfort, care and make wild passionate love with. When she sidled up close enough to him that her leg came in contact with his, Jack’s face reddened quite noticeably. From Mihoshi’s perspective, the contact seemed to both relax and excite her at the same time. The dreams she had been having previously seemed to be coming back to her all at once only this time it was Jack, instead of some faceless stranger, who was holding her and having wild sex with her. The brunette pressed her body even closer to her flustered guest so that her right tit was rubbing against Jack’s shoulder. " Ummmm….. are you ok, Mihoshi ? I visited Diane and Tanya before coming here tonight as they called in sick today like you did. They seemed to be acting a little strange as…. uh…. you are right now. In fact, they seemed to have forgotten that I’m a married man. Uhhhh…you remember, don’t you, Mihoshi ? " Jack said looking into Mihoshi’s face, which seemed to be begging him to kiss her. " Yeah… sure… I remember whatever you want me to remember, " Mihoshi rasped as she grasped her top with her left hand and pulled down on it causing her left breast to pop free with an audible squeak as it did so. " Well, I think I better get going before things get out of hand. Call me, Mihoshi, when you’re feeling better or if you need…. umm… better not call me. I’ll call you instead, " Jack said as he abruptly stood up and hurried to the door. His gait was slightly slowed by an erection boldly showing through his pants that indicated Mihoshi’s bold flirting was indeed having an effect on him. " Yes, I need you…. I need you to make love to me ! Fuck me ! " Mihoshi called out stretching out on the couch and pulling down her top fully with her hand. When she heard the door to her home close a second later, the brunette realized her pleas had fallen on deaf ears. Pulling herself up to a sitting position, the brunette stared at the wall opposite her for several long minutes as the passion and erotic excitement seemed to slowly ebb out of her. As the sexual heat she was feeling subsided, Mihoshi’s mind started to clear and she realized what her actions had been like. Her cheeks reddened in embarrassment as she realized what her actions must have looked like to Jack and anyone else she might have encountered but couldn’t remember. Looking down at her naked bosoms, Mihoshi noticed that the odd shiny patches she had seen in the morning had spread onto both her boobs and were growing larger in size. As well, there was what looked like thin lines starting to around both her breasts as well as along her upper thighs. Shaking her head as she tried to stand up, Mihoshi found that her limbs were even stiffer than she remembered before. She discovered that her legs, once they straightened out, seemed to bend again only with some difficulty. Likewise, Mihoshi’s arms seemed to be comfortable when they were bent at 45 degree angles and it took her quite a bit of effort to unbend them. " What the hell is happening to me ? It’s like my body is changing right to down the core and there’s nothing I can do about it ! " she murmured as she slowly walked into the kitchen area to get a bite to eat. After a few minutes of looking through the shelves, Mihoshi decided she wasn’t hungry and it was time to go to sleep for the night even though it was only 9 pm. Heading into the bedroom, she quickly removed her shoes, shorts and top ( well, as fast as she could given her condition ) before lying down once again on her bed. As she drifted quickly into sleep, Mihoshi slowly spread her legs wide apart in a V shape, bent her arms sharply at the elbows with the forearms pointing up at the ceiling and her mouth opened into a sensuous ovular shape much like she did before. She remained absolutely still for the rest of the night with her legs and lower torso occasionally twitching and contorting. Next morning……. Mihoshi woke up somewhat groggily to the sound of her alarm clock going off. She reached over and turned the clock with her right hand and, in the process, almost completely tumbled out of bed. It was at that point she looked down at her nude body ( she hadn’t bothered to wear anything at all to bed the night before) and discovered her condition was much worse in the hours she had spent sleeping. There were now what appeared to be seams visible along her arms and legs as well as under her breasts as if her body was made of pieces of latex or rubber sewn together by an industrial machine. She also felt much lighter than before which explained why she almost tumbled out of bed. Finally, it seemed that the glossy artificial patches had grown and spread to about 75 % of her body. Mihoshi pinched and poked the areas like she had done before and found the sensations were even stronger than before. Oddly, however, she found that her pussy was staying much dryer than before despite the erotic feelings. After several minutes of pleasuring herself, Mihoshi stood up and made her way out to the living room. She was completely nude and the thought of putting on clothes or a robe didn’t even dawn on her that morning. Gingerly, and somewhat clumsily, she picked up the TV remote and, after several seconds of just standing and staring into space as if she had forgot how to use it, turned the television on. “….confirmed that the light sources seen in the sky originated from Canada but were not a natural phenomenon. According to the Pentagon, the lights are some sort of a weapon that was being developed by Canadian researchers that was released by mistake over US air space. The lights trigger what is now being labeled as CDS, or Canadian Doll Syndrome, in certain women of a specific age and physique. The affected women change on a molecular level from normal to artificial, inanimate love dolls that look very realistic in every way. Although scientists disagree how long the process takes, most view it as taking no more than 24-48 hours. If any woman watching this has the follow symptoms, please call the phone number immediately below it. Government workers will be sent immediately to your home to help you, " the news commentator said before the appropriate text and number flashed on the screen Mihoshi dropped the remote to the ground as she realized that she was afflicted with CDS. Turning around as rapid as she could, she staggered towards the area where she kept her phone. Frantically punching the number into her cell phone, Mihoshi rested against the wall while she waited to be connected to a medical personnel. Long, agonizing seconds ticked by during which she felt her arms growing weaker rapidly. She rested her left arm on the ledge and let her right arm with the cell phone in it dangle by her side. " Hello, CDS Support here. Can I have your name and number ? Hello ? Hello ? " a voice on the cell phone said in a loud voice. Mihoshi tried to raise the cell phone up to answer but found her arm, as well as the rest of her body, was now totally unresponsive. She tried to yell out her information but found her voice had deserted her as well. With her last bit of flexibility, she turned her head towards the TV where she saw someone standing outside what looked like an apartment building talking about " the weird stuff going on ‘round here “. In the background, she saw five or six officials leaving the building carrying what looked like cardboard boxes. " Oooooohhhh!!!!….. " Mihoshi thought as she felt the final stages of CDS sweep through her body. Her pussy formed into a round opening with the interior becoming a smooth, rubber sac. She felt her anus shift upwards before becoming the same type of opening as her pussy. Her breasts fully changed to twin mounds of firm latex capped by bright pink nipples and areolas while swelling outwards by at least one cup size. The seams she had seen before became more pronounced than before all over her body. The brunette’s head seemed to slightly swell as it swept into that area with her mouth twitching and contorting into a seductive O mouth with the teeth and tongue melting away as the interior formed a smooth area to be probed by dick, tongue or sex toy. Mihoshi’s eyes, full of bewilderment and fright, glazed over to a look of eternal lust as they became nothing more than painted features. ...

Rebecca shook herself slightly as she woke up after a delightful night’s sleep. She was availing herself a weekend in the country to give herself some time away from her boyfriend Marty and the problems that had cropped up It seemed that Marty, who had seemed to be a squeaky clean early 40’s man that owned several large companies in the US and Canada, had a wife and two adult children. Rebecca had discovered Marty’s secret when she was surfing the internet one day and came across a file picture at a newspaper website that showed Marty’s family at a company Christmas party. When confronted by Rebecca, Marty first tried to deny the accusation but after Rebecca produced a copy she had printed of the family picture she had seen, he quickly changed his tune. He reassured the red-haired woman that his marriage was one in name only and it would be ending for good within the next six months or so. In the mean time, Marty told his lover to avoid him as much as possible while in public and, as a way of apologizing, invited to spend the weekend with him at a company owned cabin. He told Rebecca that it would be just the two of them and it would be a weekend they would never forget. “As nice as this weekend might turn out, if Marty thinks he’s going to smooth things over with a weekend in the country, he’s in for a rude surprise!” Rebecca thought to herself as she slipped on a robe and made her to the cabin’s patio. Marty had driven into the town located twenty or so miles from the cabin for some supplies and to check his email leaving Rebecca to do as she pleased. Looking out over the balcony of the patio, she admired the view of the dense forest surrounding the cabin in the valley below along with the sight of what looked to be a pristine lake unspoiled by boats or human touches. “Ya know, maybe I will forgive Marty for his deception…… if he can arrange for me to own a place like this…. heh……….” Rebecca muttered out loud. She was going to walk down the stairs and take a walk around the backyard when she heard a knock on the door. When she answered the knock, she found a dark haired woman wearing a blue bikini top and white shorts. The mid 30’s woman had a physique that would cause most men to stop and stare in unabashed lust and even caused Rebecca to momentarily lose her focus. “Hi! You must be Rebecca. My name is Janice Coulter and I’m staying at a cabin just down the road. Marty asked me to stop by and say hello to you when I got a chance. I must say, you’re even more beautiful than what he described,” the woman said enthusiastically. Rebecca blushed and stammered a thank you before asking her visitor to step inside for a drink. After pouring the two of them a couple of ice tea drinks, Rebecca joined her guest in the living room area. The two chatted about various activities in the area for ten minutes or so before Janice abruptly stood up and walked over near the patio doors. Puzzled, Rebecca remained silent as she waited for her guest to say something but when she heard a loud sigh emanate from Janice, she became a little concerned. “Is there something bothering you, Janice? You’ve gotten real quiet all of a sudden,” Rebecca said with a note of concern evident in her voice. “I……I…… it’s just…… I guess…. I’m sorry,” Janice replied sadly. “Sorry? I don’t understand. What are you sorry for?” Rebecca said softly, trying to comprehend her guest’s melancholy. “I’m sorry that I have to do this!!!” Janice exclaimed even as she whirled and pointed her right hand in Rebecca’s direction. Almost immediately, a bolt of blue and silver energy flowed from her hand and struck Rebecca square in the chest resulting in her instant immobilization! “Janice!! Janice, what’s going on? Why can’t I move? What did you do to me? Janice, answer me!!!” Rebecca exclaimed as she tried to coax her body to move even a little bit but it remained rigid and stiff. “Now, now, don’t get too excited, Rebecca. If you continue screaming and yelling, I’ll remove your ability to talk and this conversation will become rather one sided in a hurry,” Janice replied calmly as she took a seat on a couch opposite the immobile woman. “What the heck are you talking about? Look, I don’t know if you think this is some sort of bizarre joke that you and Marty have thought up but I don’t think this is one bit funny! Let me go!” Rebecca replied in a voice that was lower in volume but as defiant as before. “Sorry but I can’t do that, sweetie. You see, I was hired by your boyfriend a short while ago to take care of you quietly before you openly disrupted his personal life. As to how I managed to immobilize you, I suppose I can tell you now that I’m not a normal human being like you and the others living on this planet. I am, in fact, a witch and practitioner of black magic for the last four centuries or so. Going by the rankings set down by the Grand Council of Witches, I have attained 14th level proficiency in the art of immobilization and general paralysis. As you might guess, that means that if I want to keep someone from moving, I can,” Janice said smoothly while leaning over and glancing at the cover of one of magazines on the table in front of her. “But…. but I don’t understand. How would he contact you? Why would he need the services of a witch? Please, let me go! I’ll pay you double whatever Marty is giving you!” Rebecca pleaded in a voice that seemed to be on the verge of breaking into hysteria at any minute. “Shhhhhh!! Marty got hold of me through a friend of friend of mine. I don’t dabble often in the affairs of mere mortals but his request had a certain level of nastiness to it that I found appealing. You see, he wants you out of the way permanently, but leaving no clues for police or other people to trace back to him. The only way that can be done with any kind of certainty is by transformed you into something that is inanimate in nature but wouldn’t be considered out of the ordinary in appearance. In short, you’ll be transformed into an inflatable blow-up doll. Marty will have you from now on as a latex and rubber fuck toy to enjoy at his leisure. I know it’s something you might not like but, hey, that’s just the breaks in life, " Janice said as she briefly waved her right hand while talking. Rebecca watched as a colorfully decorated cardboard box appeared in the witch’s right hand. To her silent dismay, she saw that the cover of the box showed a picture of herself, posed naked in a sultry pose, with smaller pictures of herself as a love doll adorning the corners. RAUNCHY REBECCA appeared in big red letters on the top of the box with other obscene phrases written on the sides and bottom of the cover. “Sorry to say this, honey, but I’m in a bit of rush today as I have a BBQ to get ready for so we’ll have to wrap this up. Do you have any final words before you join the land of latex, rubber and other artificial substances?” Janice said as she glanced at her wristwatch in an impatient manner. “I….. I guess I only have to say at this point. When you plan to trap and transform a target, you might want to check into their background a bit more. SHAZZAKAZAMM!!!!” Rebecca cried out before her body was surrounded by a sphere of black energy that obscured her form completely. Before Janice could react, the energy crackled loudly for several seconds before fading away. When it did, the witch saw that Rebecca was no longer standing in the room and there was no indication where she had gone. Realizing that this was turning out to be far more difficult than she planned on, Janice started to plan on a more offensive strategy than what she had anticipated. “You see, dear Janice, that if a thorough background check had been carried out by you prior to today, you might have found that Rebecca Masters was more than just a friend and romantic fling for Marty. You have discovered that your target was, in reality, herself a witch of some repute and thus one not so easily trapped by a low level spell, even one as expertly cast as your was,” the voice of Rebecca called out, though Janice was unable to place where it was coming from. Glancing nervously from side to side, Janice walked around the couch and peered out to the patio to see if anyone was there. Seeing no one, she had just turned her attention back to the living room when a large, purple haired fist whizzed by her head and slammed into the wall behind her. “One thing that I’m surprised at is you don’t have a ‘friend’ you can summon if you feel threatened by a rival witch. Janice, say hello to Cuddles,” Rebecca yelled out as Janice’s opponent turned and stared at the behemoth behind her. The witch saw what looked like a ten foot tall monster covered head to toe in purple fur with a crazed look of rage evident in its three eyes. The six fingered hands of the brute seemed to have letters tattooed on the knuckles with the word ROMPER visible on its left hand and ROOM on the right hand. Perhaps the scariest aspect of the monster, from Janice’s perspective, was the fact that Cuddle’s gaping maw, with three rows of jagged teeth, looked large enough to swallow her whole and several other items as well. “ROOOOAAAARRRRR!!!!!!!!!” Cuddles bellowed as it took a menacing step towards its target. However, just as the monstrous brute was about to grab Janice’s head with it’s right hand, the witch waved her hands in a flurry while muttering several words in a language that seemed to be a hybrid of ancient Egyptian and Greek. In the blink of an eye, Cuddles was surrounded by an orange and purple aura and the brute froze in mid motion. Thankful that she was able to remember an old time freeze spell at the last moment, Janice carefully sidled around the stilled monster and continued to look for her quarry Rebecca. Walking into the kitchen, she saw what looked to be a cute little white-furred rabbit sitting by the back door next to the coat rack. “One other thing I should also mention is that highly skilled witches usually have more than one ‘friend ’ with them, especially if they sense something might go wrong. Fluffy is my other associate and I think you’ll find that he’s just as fierce as Cuddles. In fact, he even was a stunt double in a British comedy movie back in the 70’s. Have fun!” Rebecca called out from her unknown location. “What could a cute little bunny do to me that is worse than Cuddles back in the living room? It’s not like it could….. YEOOOWWW!!!!” Janice thought briefly before suddenly throwing herself to the left as the bunny hurled itself in the air towards her. Hitting the floor hard, Janice looked behind her to see that the bunny had bit through one of the kitchen table’s legs with a single bite and the table crashed awkwardly to the floor as a result. Fortunately for Janice, she had dealt with this type of attack in the past as well as just a few minutes ago and had a spell prepared for the menacing bunny. When Fluffy launched itself into the air with an intent to rip Janice’s throat out with its razor sharp front teeth, the witch zapped it in mid air with the prepared incantation. With a bright blue and red flash of light, the harmful hare fell to the floor with a quiet PLOP! and remained there. Laughing out loud, Janice picked up what was now a stuffed animal that one might find inside a baby’s playpen. “If your associates are an indication of how strong you are at spell casting, you might as well get used to spending the rest of your days inside a cardboard box, my dear. Who knows, maybe you’ll get lucky and Marty will keep you inflated and fucked regularly,” Janice called out to her unseen opponent. However, for now, Rebecca chose to be silent and remained out of sight. “What’s the matter, Rebecca? Are you scared to face me without your big, bad friends to protect you? If you show your face now, I might even alter the spell so you’ll resemble one of those ultra realistic silicone love dolls instead of a cheap synthetic blow-up dolly you’d buy for under 20 bucks at a skid row shop,” Janice exclaimed loudly as she walked slowly back to the living room. Passing the immobilized Cuddles, Janice glanced around the room tentatively but saw no sign of her quarry. The witch was so focused on her search that she didn’t notice her right foot was sagging into the bearskin rug in front of the fireplace. By the time she realized something was amiss, both of her feet had sunk deep into the rug and Janice found herself unable to move at all! “What the hell??!!!” Janice yelled out as she found herself continuing to sink into the rug. She attempted to cast an incantation to raise herself upwards several feet off the rug but found that her spell provided nothing save an odd pink and red glow around her hands. “Tsk, tsk, Janice. You spent all those years learning the spells necessary for 14th level and you never thought to learn spells outside of immobilization and general paralysis. For all your big words and bravado, a simple first level trap incantation - with a few modifications - was enough to catch and render you helpless,” Rebecca said as she suddenly materialized in the far corner of the room. “I’m not helpless! In a couple of seconds, I’ll, uh, figure out a counter spell to this and, ohhh, ummmm, get, …..ohhhh…..uhhh…..uhhhh?,” Janice replied before her defiance seemed to dissipate as she sunk further into the rug and an odd look of pleasure appeared on her face. “Hmmmm? What’s that? Are you having trouble figuring a way out of this trap? It could be that the ‘rug’ you stumbled into does more than paralyze your lower body and inhibit your spell casting abilities. You see, when you told me of your little plan for me, I figured that something along those lines would be perfect for you. Of course, I’ve added my own little touches that I’ve learned as a 17th level master of immobilization and head witch of the transformation practitioners. I think you’ll appreciate them in some lasting way,” Rebecca chided her immobilized opponent as she watched the woman sink slowly out of sight. From Janice’s perspective, she thought she was going to drown in the carpet fibers as she sank rapidly into the rug. The last thing she saw before she completely disappeared from sight was Rebecca’s smirking face before she found herself completely surrounded in a sea of white. Oddly, there was also a strange feeling starting to creep into her conscious mind that made her feel like she was mired in a bubble bath. However, when she glanced downwards with her eyes, she saw something that would have caused her to gasp out loud if she was capable of talking at this point. ...

(story continues from The Salesman) Part 2 - The Salesman Calls Again Mary Beth fidgeted nervously in her chair. Since she had been fired from her dancing job, her funds had dipped to a very low level. She needed this job to keep the lifestyle which she was accustomed to, particularly her liaisons with the many men and women she dallied with. One in particular, Jennifer, she really enjoyed getting wild and crazy with on a weekly basis although her close friend and lover strangely wasn’t answering the phone the last few days. Oh well, she thought, maybe I’ll go see her after this interview. She was in a reception area at a somewhat small but exquisitely decorated office.The ad she had responded to was seeking various personal in client relation areas. She figured with her outgoing personality this job would be a cinch to get. She scanned down the form which had various questions for her to fill out. They were pretty standard inquiries about her name, age, weight, measurements and previous employment history. However, the next page of questions was much more personal; inquiring about her sexual preferences and such. When she asked the secretary about the questions, she was told that some of the firm’s clients inquired about this when they contacted the agency. Mary Beth thought this was most unusual but filled out the questions as honestly as she was comfortable with. Once she was done filling out the form, she handedit to the secretary who immediately took it into an office at the end of the hall. After 5 or so minutes, the secretary came back out and told Mary Beth to go down to the office she had just been in to meet Mr. Smith, head of personnel. Mary Beth entered the office and sat down opposite the man. He looked up from reading over her application “Ah.. Miss Mary Beth.. glad to meet you.. how are you?” he said. “Great,” she replied in as cheery a voice as she could muster. “Good, good; I was just looking over your employment application and you seem to be just what we’re looking for.” Mr. Smith said. “Great!”, Mary Beth exclaimed. “when do I start ?” Mr. Smith put the form down. “Well, first we need publicity photos for our agency to use when recommending people to our clients. Now for those we need you to wear this..” he said, pulling out a large silver box and handing it to her. Mary Beth opened it and found inside a shiny black latex catsuit that looked very sleek. She glanced up at Mr. Smith with a puzzled look on her face. “This outfit, I think, is appropriate given your background and the work we think you’ll be busy with. Of course,if you’re not happy with it, we can find another person for this position” Smith said with a tone of firm certainity in his voice. “No, I’ll wear it. It’s just a little - - unusual,” Mary Beth said hurriedly. Mr.Smith showed her to a changeroom where she quickly stripped and put the body hugging catsuit on, tugging it up over her trim figure. When she zipped it up, she noticed how seemless it was around her wrists and ankles. It pressed against her breasts and sex so snugly she thought she might orgasm right there but she managed to control herself. She walked slowly out into the studio area where Mr. Smith waited, camera in hand. She felt a little warmer than before but dismissed that as nothing more than relief over geting the job. He took pictures of several poses with her standing, bent over seductively, then sitting on her calves. Throughout the shoot she was getting warmer and a little stiff as well. She noticed that Mr.Smith had a silver snake-headed cane out, the carved head of which was glowing somewhat. He helped her grab her ankles with her stiffening hands. She tried to ask him what was going on but no words came out of her mouth. In fact, her mouth seemed to be pulling itself into an O-shape. That was the only body part that she still seemed to have any control over, but now waves of thoughts of using it to clean and suck seemed to overwhelm her. Her vision grew cloudy as a darkness enveloped her. When consciousness returned, she realized she was no longer in the office. A quick look with her frozen eyes revealed a bedroom which looked eerily familiar. There was a figure resting on the bed that looked much like her friend Jennifer but yet was now something different. Suddenly, Mr. Smith walked into her fixed line of sight. “Now then, Mary Beth, I should tell you the truth.” he said. “This job offer was an elborate ruse, set up by our agency on behalf of our client David. You see, he learned of Jennifer’s infidelity some time ago and contacted us for a different type of revenge.” Mr. Smith then went over to the bed and lifted the figure of her lover, standing it up on pointed rubbery feet. Mary Beth would have gasped if she had been able to. It was clear that Jennifer was now nothing more than an inflated love doll with exaggerated breasts, open mouth, and wide open pussy. “Jennifer has already been dealt with, and now we deal with you.” Mr. Smith, said mysteriously, putting the doll Jennifer back on the bed, face down. He went over and placed a full length mirror in front of Mary Beth. She could see now she was frozen kneeling on her calves, hands still rigidly grasping her ankles behind her back and mouth frozen in an ovular shape. She also noticed that words were stencilled above her breasts on the suit, and took a few seconds to reverse the letters: ‘COCK CLEANER - copyright 2001’ she read, to her horror. Mr. Smith nodded as if he was reading her mind. “That’s right, my dear. You will spend the next six months as David’s cock cleaning machine. All your bodily functions have been suspended and we will check every so often to make sure there are no unncessary… leaks.” he continued, almost like he was describing a product line and not what shortly ago was a living woman. “After six months, you’ll be released from this… work. By that time, you may be more careful in your choice of sexual partners. However, as per the contract we signed with David, if you tell anyone of your experience or continue to commit adultry with Jennifer, you will returned to this state instantly - and PERMANENTLY -” he said with an unforgiving tone of warning in his voice. Inside her latex prison, Mary Beth cringed at the thought of passing six months of doing nothing but giving David blow jobs. She thought she might go crazy, especially if he had some of his friends over to try out his ’new product’ as he would call it. Her. Mr. Smith walked in front of her carrying a latex hood. There were no openings in it save for a circular hole for her mouth. Above that, the words “INSERT HERE” were stenciled. He pulled the hood over her head and fittedit tight to the neck of her suit, where the seam blended into the rest of the latex. If one looked at her now, they would think that this was a carven statue or life-like machine and not a human being. Mary Beth heard Mr. Smith gathering up his things. “Busy, busy, busy,” he muttered. “This client is keeping the office very busy.” She heard his footsteps trailing off and a door closing softly, followed by silence. Nothing moved in the house as Mary Beth and Jennifer mentally prepared themselves for David coming home and she wondering silently who the salesman’s next sale would be to.

It was a fairly quiet day at MNBC Construction Limited’s main office and Eileen, for one, was glad that it was like that. She had found her work as the head secretary for Dirk MacLain, owner of the firm, to be exhausting in many ways. If her normal duties of filing, answering the phones and taking messages from the offices wasn’t strenuous enough, Eileen was also enmeshed in a rather torrent affair with Dirk. Although Dirk was a married man, it didn’t deter Eileen from pursuing him one numerous levels. From letting her hand linger on top of Dirk’s when he was discussing a day’s activities to purposefully leaving her blouse unbuttoned so her boss could see her ample sized boobs, the brunette was unrelenting in her advances. After some brief reluctance on his part, Dirk invited Eileen to dinner after work one night and from there their relationship blossomed quickly. It was a clandestine affair, at present, but Eileen had high hopes that eventually it would lead to a more permanent relationship. " Hello? Hello, miss? Look, I haven’t got all day to stand here and wait for you to become aware of the world around you!! " a woman snapped as she stood in front of Eileen and waved her hand in front of the secretary’s face. " Huh? Oh, sorry about that, ma’am. I was just thinking of… " the secretary started to stammer in response before the visitor interrupted her by slapping her purse down on Eileen’s desk. " Look, honey, I don’t want to hear your life story. My name is Doreen McMurtry and I flew across the country to be here for a meeting with your boss so if you don’t mind getting your head out of the clouds, could you please inform him that Miss McMurtry is here for the 3:00 appointment? " the visitor snapped impatiently while glancing at the expensive looking watch on her left wrist. " Of course, of course, sorry about that, Miss McMurtry, " Eileen said apologetically as she picked up her telephone receiver and notified her boss of his waiting appointment. Moments later, Eileen ushered a frigid Doreen into her employer’s office and resumed her work while trying to put the unpleasant woman’s attitude out of her mind. Thirty or so minutes later, Doreen and Dirk left the office with both of them laughing and in a jovial mood. After bidding his visitor good-bye, Dirk returned to his office to take an overseas call he had been anticipating. With that, Eileen was left alone with Doreen, whose serene expression disappeared with the door’s closure. " Well, honey, I’ll be back in a week to meet with your boss once again. If you haven’t fired during my absence for incompetence, I’ll see you then! Ta ta!! " Doreen said icily before slipping a pair of expensive sunglasses over her eyes and strutting out of the office. " Stuck-up pretentious bitch! I swear, if I wasn’t scared that I’d cause Dirk to lose business, I’d tell you where to stick those sunglasses and attitude!!! " Eileen thought to herself as she watched the guest leave. She was about to stand up and go into Dirk’s office to write down his itinerary for the rest of the week when the phone rang. To Eileen’s annoyance, it was the other thorn in her personal life: Dirk’s wife Janice. She wanted to talk to Dirk right away concerning something about items he had brought back from his trip to Europe. Eileen avoided any small talk arising by quickly connecting her with Dirk and hung up. Fifteen or minutes later, Eileen was just finishing some routine work on her computer when Dirk poked his head and asked her to come in. Figuring he wanted to dictate his schedule for the next few days, Eileen grabbed a stylus and electronic pad and swiftly went into the office. " Sorry, Eileen, but you can put the pad and pen away as this has nothing to do with work. The woman who was just here will be sending me a very important package in the next week or so and I want you to keep a keen eye out for it. It’s something quite unusual, to say the least, " Dirk said as he embraced his secretary passionately after the door was closed. Eileen raised her left eyebrow slightly in a quizzical manner. " Is this something business related or something on a far more…..mmmmm….personal level? " she asked while licking her moist lips with her tongue in an enticing way. Dirk chuckled and kissed her on the lips passionately. " I think an old friend of mine once said that all business deals get personal at some point. Tell ya what, when the package gets here, I’ll show you what’s inside and the reason I’m so keen on it, " the businessman said wryly. Her curiosity peaked, Eileen tried to elicit more details about the mystery item in question but got nowhere fast. Dirk reassured her and after a few minutes of small talk, the two separated and went back to their respective jobs. The rest of the day as well as the next day proved to be routine for Eileen but on Friday there as an incident that cast a dark cloud over everything. During the afternoon, Dirk’s wife Janice came storming in with a look of disgust and anger visible on her face. The upset woman brushed past Eileen without uttering a word and stormed into Dirk’s office with a great urgency. For the next fifteen minutes or so, there was a great deal of screaming and shouting coming from the office though Eileen couldn’t make out what they were talking about. A short while later, Janice stormed out of the office and left without another work spoken. " Geez, it’s like every woman coming through here is suffering from PMS………sheesh! " Eileen thought to herself as she waited for Dirk to summon her into the office to tell her everything. Strangely, though, there was no such call which Eileen reasoned that it meant the fight was over something that didn’t really concern her. Two days later……………. The rugged looking delivery man seemed to be completely oblivious to Eileen’s subtle flirting with him as he handed the secretary a form to sign. After jotting down her signature, Eileen handed the clipboard back to the man and watched him go with a long, lustful look. Snapping out of her reverie, she turned her attention to the package just delivered and saw, with great interest, that it originated all the way from Taiwan and the sender was Miss McMurtry. " Ah, great, the package I’ve expecting is here. Bring it in the office, Eileen, and I’ll tell you all about the item inside! " Dirk exclaimed upon opening his office door and seeing the package on the secretary’s desk. A minute or so later, he was unwrapping the package and handing the remnants to Eileen, who noted that even the paper seemed to be older than what she usually saw. " Six months or so ago, I was in a local library looking for a few books on archeology, a subject I minored in when at college, when I came across a book the library had recently acquired as part of a donation from an estate. I was leafing through the pages when I came across a picture of this, " Dirk said as he reached into the box and pulled out the item in question. Eileen was intrigued to see what looked like a bronze statue of a sumo wrestler bent at the waist with what looked a symbol of Ying and Yang mounted on the figure’s back. There seemed to be sort of Chinese letters inscribed on the base though they didn’t resemble any from the modern versions Eileen had seen in business letters. " This figure was located in an excavation headed up by an old college friend of mine in northern Tibet. He was focused on finding a few items that interested him and his museum employers but was willing to sell me any items that weren’t on his list very quietly and discreetly. This item, according to the local legends, acted in a manner similar to the legendary monkey’s paw that has been written about in legends and stories. The statue grants the owner three wishes that can bestow great power and wealth beyond imagination. However, the legend also goes that the wishes granted are balanced by other changes to the owner’s current life that may be adverse in nature. This would explain the Ying/Yang symbols on the statue, " Dirk intoned as he tapped the desk next to the figure. " How does the item know who the owner is? Do you have to hold it up in the middle of a full moon or something like that? " Eileen asked in a semi serious manner. Dirk smiled and quietly shook his head. " As far as I can tell, nope. The statue seems to sense the individual who desires to use it and how many wishes it may have granted in the past, " the businessman said. " Cool! Is there a chance you might be willing to give me a wish first? I’ve got a few ideas that I’d like to put into motion, " Eileen said as she cast a gaze downwards at her body to indicate what she had in mind. Chuckling, Dirk once again shook his head. " Not right away, sweetie. I want to do more research on the negative effects of a wish before I take a shot at using this idol, " he said as he reached behind himself for what looked like a cloth bag. After pulling the bag over the idol, Dirk embraced his secretary and asked her to return to her desk as he was expecting another visitor within 30 minutes or so. Roughly 30 or so minutes later……………. “………..I don’t know what you’re talking about. I really think you ought to calm down a little, " Dirk said to the visitor in his office before the sound of a hand smacking down on the desk interrupted his speech. " Look, I don’t want to hear your pathetic attempts to mollify me in any way or your weak attempt to bribe me. The P.I. I hired gave me all the incriminating photos I need of the affair you’re having with your dim bulbed secretary. Either you agree to sell me your company at a price greatly below market value or I leak these photos to every tabloid and business magazine I can think of in the world. It may not affect affect your business dealings but between your wife seeking a nasty divorce rather quickly and your loyal customers quickly abandoning a company that proclaims itself ’ a family friendly work atmosphere, you’ll be ruined in no time flat! " Doreen snarled as she tapped an envelope in her left hand for emphasis. " Doreen, I don’t know what you think you have on me but I can assure you that I don’t respond well to blackmail. If you leave now and promise not to make these kind of unfounded accusations public, I’ll forget that this particular meeting ever happened, " Dirk replied coolly as he hoped to try and bluff his way out of the sticky situation. However, if Dirk thought he was mollifying Doreen in any way, he was sadly mistaken as the woman angrily brushed the majority of the desk top’s contents onto the floor and walked to the left side where she rested her right hand on the desk on what escaped her wrath. " Do I look like the kind of woman who you can toy with? A woman you can play mind fucking games with? Listen, I wish you’d think I’m some kind of fucking toy that you c- " Doreen started to say before falling silent in mid sentence as her body grew rigid with her right hand, resting atop the edge of Dirk’s mysterious idol, slightly glowing. As Dirk watched in stunned amazement, Doreen’s clothes vanished altogether in a blink of an eye and the woman slumped to the floor as if she no longer had any strength in her limbs. Her skin started to take on a glossy appearance with blemishes and freckles quickly disappearing. Doreen’s legs slowly spread apart to form an obscene V shape with what looked like seams forming on each of the limbs. Her pussy twitched and contorted before settling into an ovular shape, with an interior sac made of rubber and latex, similar to her mouth. While this was happening, her anus was shifting upwards by several inches before forming into an opening that was exactly like the other two. From Doreen’s perspective, the changes that were happening to her body were shocking and were affecting her mentally as well as physically. " A LOVE DOLL!!….I’M BECOMING A FUCKING BLOW-UP DOLL….THIS CAN’T BE!!…I’M A GOOD DOLL…FUCK ME PLEASE!!!!……. " she thought as her outrage changed rapidly to simple thoughts of being caressed and used by her owner. As Doreen pondered her new existence, the transformation swept upwards through her increasingly light body with her breasts growing slightly larger before forming two mounds of latex capped by bright pink areolas and nipples that jutted outwards invitingly. Seams could be seen around her breasts as well as on her arms, legs and waist and what seemed to Doreen to be an inflation plug growing out of her back. Her mouth slowly pulled into an O shape like her other two openings with her teeth and tongue disappearing. Even as Doreen’s eyes changed into painted features and her hair became nothing more than synthetic fibers, the office she and Dirk was in seemed to shimmer and change as well. The furniture and decorations changed and became slightly less expensive in appearance and look. The most extreme change was perhaps the smallest of all as the plaque on Dirk’s desk changed from PRESIDENT to VICE-PRESIDENT in gold letters. " Whoah!!! That idol can do quite the job with a wish. Well, before I head up to the president’s office and talk with that bitch Janice in an hour or so, I might as well see just how good this dolly is, " Dirk said smugly as he picked up the doll and carried it over behind his desk. With that, the room went silent save for the quiet sound of a man’s zipper lowering followed by the sound of latex slapping against bare skin. ...

Melanie drove her SUV along the crowded highway humming to the tunes that were blaring from the CD player. The road was heavily congested with supper time traffic which meant very slow going for everyone trying to get home from work. Normally, this would cause Melanie a great deal of stress but strangely she had a look of serenity on her face Earlier in the day, she had received a call from her husband Bill, who worked in the R & D department of a large pharmaceutical firm, which had recently bought out the soft drink company he formerly worked for. He told her there was a new product he was working on that had just reached the trial stage and the company had permitted him to conduct some of them at home. He went on to say that it was a drug designed to heighten the stimulation of the pleasure center during intimate relations as well as provide temporary physical changes that would add to the greater stimulation. " Hmmm..sounds like some sort of mind altering drug with hallucinogenic side effects. It doesn’t sound like the kind of thing that Bill usually works on. Still, if it makes our usual lovemaking more interesting, I’m willing to try anything once… " Melanie thought to herself as she pulled into her driveway where she saw her husband’s car was already parked. Getting out of her vehicle, she called out her husband’s name as she walked inside her house and was slightly annoyed to find that he wasn’t at home. Tossing her stuff into a nearby closet, Melanie walked into the living room to watch a little TV, check her email and see if Bill left her a note of any kind. To her mild surprise, the auburn haired woman saw what looked like a black leather box on the coffee table with several sheets of paper underneath along with what looked like a note from Bill next to it. Glancing over Bill’s note, Melanie frowned as she read that Bill had to go out of town on an unexpected business trip and wouldn’t be back until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest. However, he did suggest that she check out the samples he brought home BUT she should read the instructions before using the samples. " Geez, Bill, it’s not like I planned on sucking this stuff down without glancing over the do and don’ts, " Melanie muttered as she put down the note and turned her attention to the samples in question. Opening the box containing them, she saw that it contained two fairly large test tubes containing clear fluid with one tube marked D and the other marked A. After looking over the tubes for a few seconds, Melanie put them back where they belonged and went to pick up the accompanying instructions. However, it was at that point that Melanie felt a familiar craving come over her and she realized she hadn’t had a cup of coffee since early morning. Deciding that reading the instructions could wait, she headed into the kitchen to make a pot of her favorite gourmet coffee. Twenty or so minutes later, after taking off most of her clothes and slipping on a bathrobe, Melanie had poured herself a cup of piping hot coffee and took a seat once again in her living room. " Experimental drug # 1000UD-FH-X…….subject will, if dosage is correct to their physical make-up, find herself changed into an inanimate figure that is composed of several synthetic materials with latex being the chief component. In addition, the subject’s senses will increase in intensity by 67-85 % depending on body mass ( see Chart # 1A). Applications for the formula, public and government, are detailed in Chapters 3-7……blah blah…… " Melanie read out loud as she paged through the book. After glancing over the pages, she put aside the book and turned her attention once again to the vial containing the formula. " If all this technical junk is correct, I drink this liquid in the D vial and I’m turned into a latex and rubber doll that looks just like me. Hmmmm, I should give this a try to see what I’ll look like when Bill gets home though I should put something on that looks a little more enticing than a bathrobe, " Melanie said out loud before glancing down at she had on. Setting the vial aside, she headed back to the bedroom to change. Emerging a short while later wearing nylons, high heels, a see through white T shirt and several large pieces of gold jewelry on her right forearm, Melanie picked up the vial and, with only a brief moment of hesitation, downed the entire contents in one swallow. As the seconds ticked by, Melanie waited with anticipation the first sign, either externally or internally but she felt nothing at all. Frowning, she tapped her right foot on the floor impatiently for something to happen but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. " Geez, this stuff seems to be a dud. I wonder if Bill forgot to get this stuff……oohhhhh…..wait a second…..I feel something, " Melanie muttered before suddenly stopping as she felt something odd coming from her stomach. At first, it seemed like a sensation of warmth that was spreading outwards from her lower torso. Within a minute or two, this feeling spread rapidly to all parts of her body and, at the same time, she discovered that she had lost the ability to move completely. Luckily for Melanie, there was a mirror mounted on the wall opposite her so she was able to see, as well as feel, what was happening to her. " Mmmmmmmm, this stuff makes feel as if I’d taken an extra large dose of an aphrodisiac. I hope that……uhhhh….hope that Bill……urrrrrhhh……….Bill gets…..what is happening? " Melanie gasped in fits and starts before she saw her reflection in the mirror and was amazed by what she saw. There appeared to be what looked like seams starting to appear on her arms and legs with her skin taking on a glossy appearance in small patches over body. Her breathing seemed to be growing shallower by the minute even as the pleasure she was experiencing was increasing by a substantial amount. She could feel herself getting lighter as if her insides were somehow turning into helium or air. " Oooohhhh……this feels soooooo goood……my…..my body…skin…..need to…..need to…..uhhhhhh……. " Melanie moaned as she saw, and felt, her pussy start to twitch and change in shape and appearance. Even as her body took on a glossy appearance over her entire body with birth marks and freckles disappearing right before her eyes, Melanie’s eyes fluttered as she reveled in the increasing amounts of pleasure she was experiencing. Through a haze of erotic pleasure, Melanie saw her finely trimmed mound of pubic hair shrink quickly before disappearing altogether. Her pussy clenched shut before blossoming into a perfectly symmetrical circle with the interior changing to a bright pink sac made of latex and rubber. While this was happening, Melanie felt her anus start to shift upwards by several inches before forming into the same O shape as her pussy had. Glancing downwards with her eyes ( the only part of her body she still could move), Melanie saw that the seams were becoming prevalent by the seconds with some becoming visible around her waist as well as her boobs. As the change moved rapidly upwards, the lightness Melanie felt before seemed to increase exponentially and her body started to wobble ever so slightly. Her moans and gasps faded away as did her breathing though, figuring this was part of the process, Melanie remained relatively calm mentally. ...

If there was one thing that Alice loved more than sex, she couldn’t think of anything off the top of her head .It was then a great surprise when her lover Jane said she was bringing over a little something to bring greater pleasure to both of them in their intimate romps. Flicking aside her jet black hair, she spent several minutes putting on make-up while looking into a mirror before heading into the bedroom to change for the evening. Picking out a slinky silver and black mini dress, she slipped it over a black set of panties with no bra on underneath. A set of extremely high heel black shoes completed the sultry look Alice wanted for when Jane arrived. ...

Bianca detested parading before cameras on a daily basis and was glad that after today’s session, she would be leaving the business for good. She had been hired to manage and be the head fitness instructor for a new resort opening in Europe and judging by the amount of money they were paying her plus incentives, Bianca would never have to worry about money again. " All right, honey, hold up that bag of beaver food high and give me the biggest smile you can muster. Jake, keep an eye on those wild beavers in the background. It cost us a fortune to get them from Canada and they’ve been known to be adventurous unless properly trained, " the photographer shouted out to his assistants while continuing to click away. After about another dozen pictures or so, the picture taking was done and Bianca, after wishing all those present, quickly packed up her things and headed for the exit. Just as the blonde was stepping through the door that led to the parking lot, there was a series of shouts coming from the studio area. The camera crew was frantically trying to round up the beavers, which had broken free from the enclosure and were rapidly closing on the frightened people. Bianca ignored the shouts and growing sounds of fighting as she closed the door behind her with her mind already focusing on her future job. Throwing her stuff into her rented car, she headed home to the house she would be vacating at the end of the week. Bianca checked to make sure all her possessions were packed up into the numerous cardboard boxes that were scattered around the house and that the movers were certain of the address in England they would be sent to temporarily to while she met with her new employers and they decided which resort they would be sending her to ( apparently they were building five in all ). Two days later, Bianca was seated in the first class section of a 747 plane with headphones on and looking through a fitness magazine she had brought with her. The large monitor at the front of the section was showing a newscast originating from the US with the audio Bianca was hearing consisting of a reporter talking of ’ damage to property and fleeing people in the face of the rampaging mob of angry beavers’. The images on the screen shifted to scenes of burning cars and storefronts with evidence of what looked like bite marks everywhere. People could be seen lying in the street moaning in pain with limbs showing evidence of vicious tail swipes. " Man, am I glad I left that stuff behind me. I think any future pets I have will be ones that are a lot better behaved than that….like a crocodile. Ha ! " Bianca thought to herself as she pulled out her audio plugs and pulled up the blanket she had gathered around her legs over her body. With images of trees falling and bright white teeth gnawing on telephone poles, she quickly fell into a light sleep dreaming of working out on gold and silver exercise machines while well built men looked on with admiration and lust on their faces. Next day……. Walking up to to the glass and steel multi-story building that was the headquarters to R & R for U ( Bianca’s new employers), the blonde woman was impressed by the sleek modern construction of the building, which stood in stark contrast to the buildings around it which all looked to be at least 50 years old. Pulling open one of the large glass doors, Bianca walked into a spacious lobby that was light pink and white in colors. Walking across the marble tiled floor, she noticed the furniture seemed to be a mix of antique and modern look with all of it very expensive. The overhead lights weren’t of the dull, halogen lamps commonly seen in office buildings but rather rows of ornate chandeliers that illuminated the area far brighter than any normal lights. " Geez, this place isn’t anything like I had figured it to be. If it’s any indication of the owners, I should ask for a fairly generous salary from my new bosses, " Bianca thought to herself as she walked over to the main reception desk for directions. The receptionist was looking at a small TV set on her desk, where the image of a BBC news anchor was visible. The news person was talking about ’ waves of militant, angry beavers crossing into the United States from Canada in precision movements that would lead one to believe that they were trained for combat. Authorities in states bordering the US/Canada demarcation line quickly found themselves under siege by the buck toothed animals. Angry calls placed to the Canadian government resulted in steadfast denials by Prime Minister Baloney of having any prior knowledge of the animal’s migration. ' Shaking her head slightly, the receptionist looked up and smiled upon seeing the waiting Bianca. " Hello and welcome to R & R for U. What can I do for you today ? " the brunette said warmly. " I’m supposed to meet a company executive by the name of Bob McDonald today at 3:00. Could you give me directions to where his office is ? " Bianca asked while glancing around at the surroundings. " No problem at all, ma’am. Take the elevators located on the far right and go to the fourth floor. Once there, head right once you step out of the elevators and go down the corridor. It’ll be the third office on the left just before the main conference room. If you have any problems, there’s a reception desk located to the left of the elevators on every floor, " the receptionist said with a cheery smile. Bianca nodded in appreciation and headed off in the direction of the elevators while the receptionist, as well as a few others in the vicinity of her desk, looked on at the images of destruction and police being savagely paddled by scores of beaver tails. Riding up in the elevator while trying to block out mentally the background music of the song " Snowbird" being sung by a Jamaican reggae band, Bianca wondered to herself whether she should push for a long term contract or try and press for the best location currently owned by her new employers. To the blonde’s surprise, when she stepped inside Mr. McDonald’s office, she saw the executive dressed not in a traditional business suit but a red and black exercise outfit working out on a stationary bicycle. When he saw Bianca walk into his office, he stopped pedaling and hopped off the machine. After quickly toweling himself off, he walked over and shook the buxom blonde’s hand. " Miss Jagger, I’m delighted that you were able to get here in such short notice. I must say, the pictures you’ve emailed us of yourself don’t do you justice at all, " Bob said enthusiastically. Bianca blushed at the compliment. " Thank you. I’m impressed by the looks of your building here in London. Is this typical of your offices throughout Europe ? " she asked in unabashed appreciation. " Well, this is the newest of our offices and is considered to be the crown jewel of our corporation. I’m glad you like the looks of the place, " Bob said with a voice that showed no trace of European accent. Slightly puzzled by the lack of local flavor she had encountered, Bianca was about to ask about her own place of employment as well as her salary when Bob abruptly walked over to the left to a large oak cabinet. Opening it, the executive fumbled around for a few seconds before turning around to face Bianca holding what looked like two racquetball racquets in his hands. " When I read over your resume, I saw that you are an avid racquetball player and have won several amateur invitationals back in the US. I was wondering if you’d be interested in playing a match with me right now in our private gym located two floors down from here. We have a fully stocked clothing shop that can provide you with an outfit as well as anything else you might need. I know you might be suffering from a bit of jet leg so if you want to put off such a contest until tomorrow, I’ll certainly understand, " Bob said with a smile while taking a practice swing with one of the racquets. " Well, I do feel a little tired but if I can beat you in a simple game of racquetball, it might make you more agreeable to any salary demands I make, " Bianca thought to herself as she mused over the offer. The company executive sensed Bianca’s hesitancy and spoke up. " If you think I can’t give you a good match, I’ll tell you that I regularly beat all challengers who work for the company and have been told by more than one person that I should enter some of the professional tournaments held in Europe, " Bob said with a certain amount of boasting evident in his voice. " I accept, Mr. McDonald. I just hope you won’t humiliate me too badly, " Bianca said trying to sound like she was awed by what she had just heard. " Call me Bob and relax. If it gets too one-sided, we can always quit and adjourn to the player’s lounge right next door, " Bob said cheerfully while taking another practice swing with his racquet before heading towards the office door and out into the building. Vowing silently to make sure the score was nothing like what her future boss anticipated, Bianca quietly followed Bob out of the office and towards the bank of elevators she had been in earlier. Five or so minutes later, the busty blonde found herself looking over different outfits in the company store fairly certain she wouldn’t find something to fit her curvaceous curves. To her surprise, she found, with the assistance of the shop’s female clerk, a bright red top with white shorts just in the size she wanted with sneakers and socks to go with it. When she went to pay for her purchases, Bianca was told by the store clerk that Bob had left word that all her purchases were to be charged to the company directly. Nodding and thanking the clerk for her help, Bianca headed off for the nearby women’s change room. As she undressed and put her clothes into one of the many lockers in the room, the blonde glance up at one of the many TV monitors lining an entire wall of the room directly opposite her. On it, there was an image of what looked like a hockey player standing behind a podium with a moose to the left and an RCMP officer to the right and a large Canadian flag draped in the background. The player was saying something about " the area being the new 11th province of Canada from this point on and the residents must immediately learn all the rules of hockey…" or something stupid like that. Shaking her head at the idiotic behavior of the Canadians and their war mongering ways, Bianca ignored the rest of the TV chatter and quickly dressed. Picking up her racquet, she made her way to the court pausing momentarily to glance at a bulletin board and, in the process, making two young men turn beet red upon ogling her curvaceous figure. A few minutes later, Bianca was standing on the court and had donned her protective eyewear. Looking at the other side of the court, she saw Bob was decked out in what looked like a custom made outfit that must have cost several thousand dollars. " Standard rules…best of three sets…first to fifteen wins the set….all set……? " Bob said as he lifted up the ball and prepared to serve. " Set to kick your ass!!… " Bianca thought as she nodded her assent. With that, Bob served and the match was on. At first, Bob used his superior strength and, combined with Bianca’s slight case of jet lag, managed to win the first set convincingly. However, halfway through the second set, Bianca’s superior skills and physical fitness started to become more prominent and she won point after point. When she won the second set with a strong forehand that had Bob lying crumpled on the ground in frustration. Seeing Bob’s face turning bright red in anger and frustration, Bianca knew she was also winning the mental battle as well. When they started the third set, Bianca played with more and more confidence all the time. When it was all said and done, she won every point of the set and ended the match with a rocket of backhand that whizzed by the outstretched racquet of an exhausted Bob. Wiping her forehead before taking off her goggles, Bianca walked over to Bob, who was soaked in sweat and panting from fatigue. " Good game, Bob. I thought you had me there at the beginning. I don’t think that I’ve ever played better than I did in that last set, " the blonde said extending her hand in congratulations. Privately, she knew she coasted a bit in the third set physically but playing down the scale of her win " Thanks….puff…you played well…uhhh…I have to go see the staff physio therapist right now. I think I might have pulled a muscle in my back. If you want to get changed and wait for me back at my office, I’ll see you as soon as the therapist lets me know how bad my back is, " Bob said as he shook his opponent’s hand before walking slowly off the court holding his right hand to his lower back. " So much for the hotshot who thinks he’s as good as the pros….Ha! " Bianca thought to herself as she walked back to the change room and started to change out of her outfit. She notice that the TV monitors were no longer on which was good as she was growing tired of the prattling. Stepping out of her shorts and panties, Bianca removed the sports bra she was wearing and hung it in a locker behind her. Bianca had partially peeled off her leotard when suddenly the TV monitors flickered on again and the familiar face of Bob appeared on them. He looked a lot better than he did just a few minutes ago and was holding what looked like a remote in his right hand. " Hi, Bianca. This isn’t a two way transmission so don’t be concerned that I can see what state of undress you’re in right now. This is a private communication just between you and me, " the company executive said with a smile that seemed serene but something more as well. Looking around, Bianca noticed that she was indeed alone in the locker room for this part. Shrugging mentally, she figured Bob wasn’t in the mood for any more face-to-face chats that day and wanted to tell her the contract offer he had via this method. " As I told you before, I beat all the challengers I have here at the company but what I didn’t mention was how I handle my losses. You see, I’m what you call a ‘sore loser’ and I hate to be viewed as such in anything I do in life…business, entertainment or a game of racquetball. To that end, I make sure that the people who defeat me never get another chance to do so again, " Bob said with a downright evil smile. " Shiitt!! I’m going to lose the job before I even get started because he lost and his ego can’t handle it. This sucks!! " Bianca thought as she she massaged sore muscles on her arms as well as her chest ( being big breasted and playing sports often was painful to the blonde). " However, my way of making sure I don’t have people whispering behind my back is a little more definite as you’re about to see! " Bob said while simultaneously depressing a button on his remote. Almost immediately, a huge wall of energy shot our from the wall of monitors and enveloped the entire room. When the energy enveloped Bianca, she found herself knocked backwards by the force to the point where her feet were off the floor and her head had leaned back almost touching the lockers behind her. " What’s going on? Uhhhh..I can’t move! Help! Someone, anyone, help!!! " Bianca called out as she found her entire body was now unresponsive to her thoughts and wishes. She was frozen with her hands atop her breasts and her legs raised high in the air exposing her cunt to anyone who walked into the room. Just when her lack of mobility was starting to settle into Bianca’s mindset and she figured someone would soon come and rescue her from her predicament, she noticed, by her reflection in the monitors, that her skin was changing in color and appearance rapidly. Freckles, blemishes and other such imperfections were quickly vanishing as her skin took on an artificial, tan colored appearance. She saw what looked like seams start to appear on her arms and legs as well as across her waist and around her breasts as if she was made of something synthetic stitched together by a machine. Bianca’s cries for help started to diminish in strength and became mixed with gasps of pleasure as the changes to her body were accompanied by waves of erotic pleasure that flowed through her still body. The blonde then saw, and felt, her pussy clench shut momentarily before opening into a perfectly round shape with the interior forming into a sac that seemed to be composed of latex or rubber. At the same, Bianca sensed her anus shifting upwards before forming what seemed like the same type of opening as her pussy now was. Bianca was starting to experience a growing sense of lightness on top of her physical transformation as if her body was composed of nothing more than air. For now, it was centered in her lower torso but it seemed to be spreading rapidly throughout her body. Her breathing slowed considerably as she felt, with her hands, that her breasts had become nothing more than firm mounds of latex capped by bright pink nipples and areolas that were perfect in shape and size. As her fingernails took on a bright red color and a glossy sheen became visible on her body, Bianca realized what was happening to her. " I’M BECOMING A LOVE DOLL… A FUCKING SEX TOY!… THIS CAN’T BE… THIS MUST BE A NIGHTMARE…. I CAN’T BE JUST A PLAYTHING FOR….. OH, NO, NOW I CAN’T TALK…. I CAN’T GET ANYONE TO HELP ME!!!…. " Bianca said before her words faded away and she was left with her thoughts. She watched in silence as the change swept into her head area. Her mouth twitched and contorted with her teeth and tongue melting away into one solid mass of supple rubber. With that, her mouth formed a desirable O that was highlighted by her cheeks taking on a bright red color. Her eyes, which still showed a mixture of fear, pleasure and bewilderment, changed to nothing more than painted features that had nothing but eternal lust. The transformation ended with what felt, to Bianca, like an inflation plug growing out of the small of her back and her feet dropped to the floor with a loud THUD! as her legs became as light as the rest of her. The transformed doll laid on the bench for several long minutes waiting for someone…anyone… to find her. After about ten minutes, Bianca heard the door to the locker room open followed by a familiar face walking over and stopping in front of the newly created doll. " As I said, Bianca, I’m a sore loser which is why I’ve changed you into a sexy, inanimate love doll. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you are well looked after and aren’t alone for any lengthy periods, " Bob said as he picked up the doll and quickly stripped off the rest of its’ clothing. Once he was done that, he flipped the doll around and pulled opened the inflation plug on the doll’s back. With a quiet ssssss-sssss, the doll rapidly deflated until it became nothing more than a flat sheet of latex with bumps where its’ breasts were. Bob quietly folded the doll up with the face sitting on top looking upwards in frozen lust at the man it now regarded as owner. Reaching into a nearby locker, Bob pulled out a cardboard box and placed the deflated doll inside it. " Oh, and in case you might be wondering, I don’t discriminate about my losses. You see, you’ll be joining quite a few other dolls in my ’ special locker’ and the men who I lose to are the vibrators you’ll see alongside you. Don’t worry, I take a few of you home from time to time after stressfull periods at work. If I just can improve my backhand, there would be a lot less in the locker, " he said as he quietly walked out of the locker room and into the male changing room. Walking over to his private changing area, he opened a locker on the left hand side of it and gently placed the box atop what looked like ten or twenty other boxes with a corresponding amount of vibrators. " NOO!!..PLEASE, I WON!….I…..I…. I NEED TO BE USED.. FUCKED!!! " the doll thought before darkness closed on it and the other sex toys as the locker door was closed and locked with a combination only Bob knew to open it. " Winners and losers, Bianca…..I guess you did both today….." Bob murmured to himself before he left the room thinking about tomorrow’s schedule…. " A board meeting at 10…and a match at 2 with Jill…I hope she’s not too good…. " Bob said softly before going heading back to his office with a tinge of humor evident in his voice……………. THE END

Candace opened the door to her house and strolled inside whistling a happy tune. The blond haired beauty flung her packages on a nearby chair and sat down on a dining room chair chuckling out loud. Candace looked at one of her bags in particular that had a cardboard box sticking out and snickered softly out loud. Several nights earlier, she had come home early from her position as manager of one of her husband’s businesses and found quite a surprise when she walked in the bedroom. When she opened the door then, she had found her husband Jack in bed with one of those inflatable sex dolls that she saw for sale in the windows of sex shops around the city. The sight of him trying to extract himself from the sex toy while stammering an apology would have amused her normally if she wasn’t so outraged at him. She managed to calm down after a day or two and even arranged to meet him this very evening for a night of dining and intimacy. However, the promised night for two was just a ruse on Candace’s part so she could take her revenge in a humorous yet nasty way. She had, through a little detective work she did, figured out which store he had bought the sex toy at and went down to the place. The store manager’s eyes widened when he saw her name and address as if he recognized it as being familiar to him. However, he never said anything as he cheerfully rang through Candace’s purchases and wished her a good day as she left. Smiling broadly after her brief recollection, Candace picked up the bag carrying the items she bought and sauntered off to her bedroom. Looking at her watch, she figured she had time to take a shower before starting to work on her plan. She shook out the three boxes she had purchased onto the bedding before disrobing and heading off to the bathroom. Twenty minutes later, Candace walked back into the bedroom rubbing the excess moisture off her slender body vigorously. She started dressing again by putting on her favorite orange choker and blue shoes while primping in front of her closet mirror. Candace was about to put a white corset that would enhance her bust line quite nicely when she glanced at the box containing the love doll sitting on the bed. " Heh…may as well start getting my surprise ready for when Jack gets home tonight.." Candace said with a wry smile on her face. She opened up the doll’s box and took out the toy as well as the inflation pump that came with it. When Candace briefly glanced at the pump, she saw it had two prongs leading from the main part yet the doll itself had only the one plug as normal with these type of toys. " Maybe the clerk figured Jack was going to use the pump to inflate two dolls at the same time…Ha ! " Candace thought to herself as she laid the deflated doll on the partly made bed. She was going to use her feet to inflate the doll but the wire extending out of the pump was too short and, besides, her high heel shoes weren’t appropriate for that type of exertion. Flipping the doll over so that it was lying on its’ face, Candace opened the inflation plug and inserted the wire from the pump. Kneeling on the bed with her lower legs tucked under her, she then started squeezing the pump in a slow and steady rhythm and watched with satisfaction as the doll slowly started to take shape with it’s plastic appendages swelling outwards. At the same time, Candace was starting to feel a little light-headed herself as if she had one too many beers at the local bar and the feeling was starting to spread throughout her body. Looking down, she saw that one of the wires from the pump was brushing up against her leg and if she didn’t know better, she’d swear the wire’s end was actually sticking into her lower leg. " Maybe I better lie down after I’m done pumping up this love doll…hmmmm…?… " Candace muttered softly out loud while simultaneously trying to brush the wire away. To her bewilderment, she found that the wire was indeed stuck to her leg and she couldn’t pull it out ! no matter how hard she tried. She also could see the skin on her left leg where the plug rested was starting to look rather strange. Candace reached down slowly with her left leg and felt the area in question around the plug. It felt smooth and soft to the touch although her brief caresses were causing the most delightful sensations to flow through her body. " Hmmm…feels good..whatever it is…but…strange..like…something is happening… " the blonde haired beauty muttered softly even as she felt her right hand, on top of the pump, slowing down its’ repetitions. As Candace continued to try and pry the wire away from her leg, she noticed the nearly fully inflated doll was moving ! With horror, the blonde haired woman saw the doll’s right hand was on the pump on top of her own and the sex toy’s hand had much more strength than her own. Candace could feel her strength seeping away with each new depression of the pump. " What the hell is happening….why am I changing ?…how am I ?…" Candace shouted out loud though she found her voice was starting to fade. She tried to move away from the pump but her lower legs refused to respond to her thoughts at all. Candace looked down and saw that the change that had started on her right leg had now fully engulfed both her legs turning them both into what appeared to be shiny tubes of latex. When she looked to her left, she saw the doll was starting to look more human at the same time with the shine fading and freckles appearing on its' skin. " Am I becoming a doll…A DOLL ???…. " Candace yelled before her voice completely faded away. She felt her pussy clutch shut sending an intense wave of pleasure surging through her body before it opened again like a flower with the inside looking the same material her legs were made of. Candace saw her right hand being pushed aside by the doll ( or was it still a doll ? ) which was starting to stir as its features became more human by the second. As the changes swept through her body, Candace found that she was having increasing difficulty moving her head but with the little movement she did have, she saw lines were starting to appear on her body that looked suspiciously like seams that were disappearing from the doll. She felt her breathing slow to practically nothing as her breasts swelled slightly forming soft yet semi rigid domes of rubber capped by bright pink circles and small erect nipples that begged to be sucked or nipped by….somebody. Unable to move in the slightest, she felt the doll ( or was it still a doll ? ) stir and suddenly sit up on the bed. Candace could look on as it/her pulled loose the wires connecting to both of them. The transformed woman then found herself being pushed on her back where she laid while her opposite walked murmuring softly as it breathed air for the first time and reveled in a human body for the first time. ...

Esmerelda tapped on the desk with her pen as she gazed at the computer monitor in front of her. Judging by the pronounced frown on her face, the owner of Adult Products and Accessories ( APA was its’ stock symbol) was not a happy woman to say the least. According to the figures the woman was looking at, her company was operating at a loss for the last four months and projections over the next year were dismal to say the least. Turning the monitor off, Esmerelda leaned back in her chair and stared at the ceiling in quiet contemplation. She mulled over her options of how to solve her problems but there was one thing she could not do: use her powers of witchcraft to fix her financial problems. When she decided to live in the mortal world, the High Council of Witches had reminded her of the decree they had made long ago that she could not use her powers to better her finances and that she should not use her spellcasting abilities blatantly in full public view. " If it wasn’t for the High Council’s edict, I’d turn that bitch Serena into a big statue of gold, melt her down into bars and make the money I need by selling her to antique dealers and collectors. I wonder, though, if I can get around the edict and still get rid of that slut, " Esmerelda thought to herself as she sat up in her chair and started thumbing through her rolodex. She was about to start dialing phone numbers of people she thought suitable to replace the product manager when her cell phone started chiming. To her consternation, it was her husband Dick calling to tell her he had to cancel their plans for the weekend as he had to go out of town to attend an advertising and marketing meeting that the firm he worked for was holding. After mentally grumbling for a moment, Esmerelda wished her husband well at his meeting and exchanged words of love and affection with him before hanging up. " Geez, this day just keeps getting worse and worse by the moment…. I better find a replacement for Serena to improve it in a hurry….. " the witch thought as she started dialing the numbers she had selected. After finishing arranging the interviews for the following week, she turned her attention back to what was most troubling to her: her company’s sagging finances. Esmerelda figured that part of the problem was that most of the company’s products were geared towards the male 18-49 customers particularly with the love doll products. If she could discover a way to tap into the female side of the equation, her company would be much better off. Looking at some notes she had jotted down, she figured that her company would produce a new love doll that would be for the woman like herself who spends time away from a husband that may be fooling around her. If the product ( specially imbued with a spell she cast) worked the way she envisioned, the woman who bought the doll would be very happy indeed with her purchase. She was just sketching out pictures of what she figured the prototype would look like when her desk phone lit up indicating an incoming call from the personnel department. Picking up the phone, Esmerelda heard the familiar voice of Camellia, head of the department, letting her know that Serena wouldn’t be able to attend the meeting with Esmerelda as she had called in sick earlier in the day. " Hmmmph… can’t even show up to be fired…. sheesh… I bet she’s off enjoying an early start to the weekend… maybe I’ll take a peek and see….. " Esmerelda thought to herself as she stood up from her desk and, grabbing her organizer, went into her private bathroom. Looking into her organizer briefly, the witch then gazed into the large mirror that loomed over the sink. Speaking several words in Latin while gesturing with her hands rapidly, Esmerelda watched as the mirror’s surface turned from normal glass to a swirling pink smoked opening. " Show me Serena ! " Esmerelda intoned while looking at the mirror. Moments later, the smoke started to clear somewhat showing what looked like the interior of Serena’s house. However, the images that followed caused Esmerelda’s jaw to drop open and her eyes to spark with intense anger. The witch saw Serena and Dick walk into view holding hands in a very intimate manner before stopping and embracing in an intimate manner. Moments later, there was a long kiss accompanied by both of them exploring each other’s body with their hands. Esmerelda gestured angrily at the mirror causing the image to fade away before she saw anything more of the secret tryst. " Damn them…. damn them both to hell ! " the witch fumed out loud as she stormed back into her office and flopped down a nearby couch to brood over what she had just seen. After a few minutes of contemplating her options, she came to several conclusions of how she should react to what she just found out. The first thing she decided was that she would forgive Dick as she loved him too much to say goodbye. She also partially blamed her heavy workload and long periods of time away from home for causing Dick to astray from his wedding vows. As for Serena, Esmerelda was more determined than ever to get rid of the little bitch but how to do it without violating the Witches Council’s edict ? That was one question that Esmerelda pondered as she stood up and went back to her desk to think over her options. She stared at her desk for several minutes while randomly gathering up the papers on and about its’ top and turning off her computer monitor. The witch was about to stand up and do a little pacing back and forth when she glanced at the sketches of her prototype love doll she had done earlier. As the seconds ticked by, an evil and truly wicked smile appeared on Esmerelda’s face and she nodded as if answering an unspoken question. " Well, well, what’s that saying ? Two birds with one stone…. yes, this will do nicely….. " Esmerelda said as she spun herself around in her chair in obvious delight. Monday afternoon……. Serena entered Esmerelda’s office feeling everything from trepidation to nervousness and even anticipation as she waited for her boss. When she got back from her road trip, she found a message waiting for her from her boss stating for Serena to be at a meeting just before the end of the day in the head office. The message also mentioned the fact that Esmerelda was heading out of town so it would be a short meeting. Emboldened by the message, Serena decided to prepare for yet another secret tryst with Dick by wearing a sexy, black laced corset, see through and barely hiding her private areas, to work that day under her normal clothes. Before heading up for the meeting she was currently waiting for, she went into her office and slipped out of her outer wear before throwing on a long, white lab coat over herself making sure no one could see her lack of clothing underneath. " If I can get out of this meeting quick enough and not have a bunch of crap from the bitch to deal with, I can get hold of Dick and we can have some fun while she’s out of town, " Serena thought to herself while absently twisting one of her long locks of sandy brown hair. She was about to walk over and pour herself a cup of imported Czech coffee ( with a blend perfected by overworked computer technicians of that country) when Esmerelda stormed into the room and took a seat behind her desk. " All right, Serena, come over here next to me. I want to conduct this meeting face-to-face with you so there’s no misunderstanding what I’m going tell you today. This affects your future so you might want to pay close attention, " Esmerelda said as she got out what looked like a large red candle and black mat and put it on top of her desk. " What’s the old hag up to… is she inviting me to a meal or does she have something crazy in mind ? " Serena thought as she timidly walked up to the desk and stood next to her boss, who was wearing a strange looking blue and white overcoat. " Just stand right there, Serena. I’ve got my daily ritual to perform that is based on an old family tradition of evoking the spirits of good luck and fortune, " Esmerelda said with a mysterious smile as she lit the candle and placed both her hands on the mat. " Geez, she’s even wackier than what Dick suggested. Maybe I should tell Dick about this and he can get a quickie divorce from her based on diminished capacity….. uhhhh…. why do I feel so strange all of a sudden? " Serena thought to herself before her thinking was interrupted by what seemed like an intensely erotic feeling that seemingly passed through her entire body. At that same moment, Esmerelda had started to chant what seemed like sort of ancient Latin words while gesturing feverishly in the air above the mat. She would pause every few seconds and gesture dramatically in Serena’s direction before resuming her fevered chanting. This went on for several minutes with Esmerelda occasionally rocking back and forth in her chair and rolling her eyes dramatically. During the whole ritual, Serena remained silent with her hands clenched tightly to her lab coat as if she was using them to anchor herself from emitting a loud whoop of laughter over what she was seeing. Strangely, the erotic feelings she was experiencing were growing more intense by the second and she felt her nipples starting to slightly harden in response to them. After another minute or two, Esmerelda stopped her chanting and hand waving abruptly. Before Serena could ask a question or say anything, she felt herself surrounded by a faint yellow tinged aura. She tried to ask what the hell was going on or even take a step towards her boss but found her ability to speak or move had vanished. " Geez, did this crazy bitch do something with all her mumbo jumbo?…. ya don’t suppose she is sort of witch?…. uhhhh… I feel pretty good though…. if only…… " Serena thought to herself as the pleasure she had started to feel before seemed to increase. Oddly, her immobility and inability to tell anybody about it didn’t seem to bother her as much as it normally would have as the pleasure going through her body seemed to blot out all her normal thinking. However, Serena’s mental enjoyment abruptly ended when Esmerelda pulled out a fairly large mirror from her desk and set it down so Serena could see herself in it. Strangely, Esmerelda also turned her computer monitor so that Serena could see it as well. " I don’t want to just stand here the rest of my life…. I swear, Esmerelda, I wasn’t trying to seduce your husband… it was all just a game…. well, in the beginning, it was but…. HUH??…. " Serena thought to herself before she noticed, to her amazement, that her thoughts were showing up on the monitor she was staring at. It was as if she was typing the words at the same time that she was thinking them. At the same time, she saw her reflection in the mirror from what she looked like at the present to one of her wearing just her lingerie and finally an image of her completely naked. She glanced around as best she could and saw she was still wearing clothes which conflicted with what she was seeing. Suddenly, Serena felt another jolt of extreme pleasure ripple through her body but this felt different to her this time. Glancing down with her eyes, she saw her breasts seemed to be swelling and pushing outwards against her corset and the lining of her lab coat. She also felt what seemed like a growing sense of lightness creep through her body as if she was becoming something that was not human. When she gazed at the image in the mirror once again, it confirmed what she was feeling. She saw blemishes and freckles rapidly disappearing from her entire body as her skin seemed to be taking on an artificial appearance with what appeared to be a tan color. The pleasure that had started rippling through her body just a few minutes ago was increasing in strength at the same time her body was changing. Although Serena couldn’t talk any longer, a faint gasp escaped from her lips as she felt her pussy start to twitch and contort on it’s own. She saw, in her reflection, her pussy forming into a perfect ovular shape with the interior turning bright, artificial pink in color. As she looked on in silence, the image in the mirror seemed to rotate around to show her from the backside and the changes that were happening to her there. She saw ( and felt) her anus move upwards by several inches before forming into the same O shaped opening as her pussy. She also saw something growing out of the small of her back that, crazy as it seemed, looked like an inflation plug for adding or subtracting air. " What’s going on?…. What’s Esmerelda doing to me?…… Esmerelda, let me go…. I’ll quit my job, move far away and never have anything to do with Dick again…. please let me go!….. please… oooohhhh…. " Serena mentally pleaded even as pleasure continued to assail her mindset over and over. She saw her pleas show up on the monitor screen upon which Esmerelda turned and regarded the newest thoughts of Serena quietly as if she was considering granting the request. " Sorry, my dear, but I’m afraid I’ll be only able to grant part of your request today. After this little incantation is done, you won’t have to work your job anymore so that part I can give you. However, I’m quite sure you won’t be going too far from my home in the near future and, in fact, you’ll be having a lot more to do with Dick from now on, " Esmerelda said with a trace of irony evident in her voice. " More time with Dick….?…… what do you mean?…. ohhhhh…… " Serena thought before another, perhaps most intense so far, wave of pleasure rippled through her as her transformation continued upwards. She could see what looked like seams were now very prominent on the mirror image even as her breathing ceased altogether. She felt her breasts become rigid mounds of latex that were firm yet looked to be squeezable by someone like Dick. Her normal nipples and areolas were being replaced by similar ones that were bright pink in color and seemed to beg to be fondled, sucked or nibbled. When her transformation reached her head and shoulders, Serena felt her head tilt back slightly and she was no longer able to view the monitor or mirror. However, at this point, she was becoming certain what it was that she was changing into even as her mouth’s interior dissolved and formed into a smooth rubber sac. " A LOVE DOLL… I’M BECOMING A LOVE DOLL…. ESMERELDA IS TURNING ME INTO NOTHING MORE THAN AN INFLATABLE FUCK TOY!!!…… WHY IS SHE DOING THIS?…. SHE’S A WITCH, SHE COULD HAVE TURNED ME INTO A FROG OR A BAT BUT GOES FOR THIS…. AN INANIMATE SEX DOLL!!!* " Serena mentally wailed as she found herself slightly bobbing back and forth with her lightweight latex and rubber body buffeted by the waves of cool air emanating from a nearby A/C unit. " Why am I doing this, Serena? Let’s just say that having you in this state makes my plan that much easier to play out. Hmmm… very nice, " Esmerelda murmured as she reached over from where she was sitting and pulled open the white smock on the doll. She noticed how the frilly black lingerie’s straps were pressing deeply against the love doll’s glossy skin while simultaneously pushing upwards her firm, hollow breasts. " Let me just relieve you those garments, my little love dolly. Oh, don’t worry, though, I’ll find some new garments to show off your sexy new body, " Esmerelda murmured as she pulled off the smock somewhat roughly with her right hand. The witch’s efforts resulted in the doll becoming unbalanced and tipped towards the seated woman. Chuckling softly with her tongue clucking in mock disapproval, Esmerelda reached up with her left hand and stopped the love doll from landing on her or toppling to the floor. Standing up, Esmerelda proceeded to quickly strip the doll of its’ corset, panties and high heels shoes before setting the doll lying face down on her desk. She then put the clothing in an empty cardboard box that was sitting next to her desk before returning her attention to the love doll. " Well, Serena, I guess its’ time for me to explain to you why I changed you into a love doll. You see, I’ve been thinking of starting up a new product line of sex dolls that would be bought by both men and women. The doll, such as yourself, is going to be enchanted so that when it is dressed in the lingerie that comes with it, it triggers a rather unique spell. When the man goes to use the doll ( regardless of whether the lingerie remains on the doll or not), his wife or girlfriend will feel the pleasure simultaneously as if the man is actually fucking her. To make sure there is no misgivings afterwards, the husband will feel like he has had a great night of sex with his wife instead of just fucking a sex doll. I think a sex toy that gives pleasure to both a man and woman simultaneously would be a great seller in the marketplace. Wouldn’t you say so, Serena? " Esmerelda said as she flipped the doll over and whispered the last part as she leaned close to the doll’s synthetic face. “What?….. I’m some sort of test product for the company?… you bitch!…. how could you?…….* " Serena mentally wailed in anger and distress. If her new state wasn’t bad enough, the blonde felt her tormentor reaching around her back and rest her fingers against her inflation plug. The doll felt a momentary pang of intense pleasure but this was quickly washed away by Esmerelda tugging the plug open and the air escaping with a quiet hissss-ssss-ssss. As the air rushed out, the little bit of Serena’s consciousness that remained disappeared as well until there was nothing left. Once the doll was nothing more than a flattened piece of latex devoid of shape or form, Esmerelda, chuckling softly, carefully folded it up into a pile with its’ lust filled face sitting on top. The witch then slid the doll into a clear plastic bag and then placed the bag inside the box with the clothes. After closing the box lid, Esmerelda gestured briefly at the box with her right hand and, moments later, the words LOVE DOLL FOR TWO appeared in bold type on the lid with Pleasure for both a man and woman… guaranteed! in smaller type below. " I guess it’s time to take you down to my car so I can drop you off at home before I leave for my trip. If everything goes according to plan, you’ll be having a night of incredible passion with my husband…. and I’ll be experiencing every single moment wherever I am. For me, it’ll give new meaning to the phrase ’ virtual sex’….Hahaha!!!!!!!! " Esmerelda chortled as she slid the box under her right arm and strode out of her office confidently. Unbeknown to the witch, there was another individual viewing the activities at APA: a squirrel perched on the ledge next to a window of Esmerelda’s office. If the sorceress had looked closely at the furry animal, she might have noticed its' eyes were almost inhuman in nature. The squirrel’s eyes were, in fact, a mirror much like Esmerelda’s but the viewer of the office’s activities was her chief rival Matilda. As the sorceress saw Esmerelda sashay out of the office in an arrogant stride she had seen far too often, Matilda slammed her hand down on the side of her large black cauldron. " Damn that Esmerelda! I was hoping I could use Serena as a way of discrediting Esmerelda with our fellow witches but that stupid blonde bimbo had to make a play for Dick…… darn that bitch’s luck!!!! " Matilda fumed as she waved at her wall mirror. As the surface returned to normal, the witch went over to the smooth rock tableau that she used to compose her potions and write down her incantations and sat down atop it. Putting her right index finger to her lips, Matilda stared around the vast cave that she used for her private meditations outside her normal activities. As she gazed at the trinkets she stored in her centuries of existence, the raven haired woman’s mouth slowly formed into a wicked smile. " I think Esmerelda might have been too smart for her own good this time…. " Matilda muttered softly as she stood up and started to briskly walk around the cave scooping up items she’d need to make the plan she was formulating. Three hours later….elsewhere…… Dick opened the front door to his home and stepped inside with a relieved look on his face. It was the end of another long week, his wife would be out of town for the weekend and he was looking forward to spending some time with Serena. Tossing his briefcase on the living room couch, the dark haired man made his way to the bedroom where he started to slowly take off his suit and prepare for the evening ahead. He had stripped down to his underwear when he noticed a box wrapped in blue and yellow paper, lying in the middle of the bed with what looked like a note sitting atop it. Intrigued, Dick stopped dressing and, leaning on the edge of the bed, plucked the paper off the box. He opened up the note expecting it to be from his wife and he was not disappointed: Dick, Since I couldn’t be at home with you on your birthday, I thought this gift might keep you entertained while I’m gone. Enjoy! Esmerelda Cocking his head slightly in puzzlement upon finishing reading the note, Dick set it aside and turned his attention to the gift. Pulling the box closer to him, he unwrapped the box quickly and was surprised to find that it was one of those expensive, lifelike inflatable sex dolls that he had heard about from a few of his friends at work. Even more surprising, the pictures of the model the sex toy was supposed to look like when inflated bore an uncanny resemblance to Serena right down to the sultry wanton look on the model’s face. " Heh…… wait till I tell Serena about this… she’ll be shocked by how an adult toy manufacturer found a woman who looks like her to be a product cover subject….. hmmm… might as well try this out…. " Dick thought as he gently pulled off the contents of the box. He was amused to find that in addition to the deflated doll neatly folded up, there was an inflation pump and what looked like a lingerie outfit tucked neatly in a bag next to the sex toy. According to a note inside the box, the doll’s owner should ' dress this amazingly realistic sex toy in the sensuous lingerie provided and it will greatly enhance the pleasure felt when using the doll’. Grinning, Dick took the inflation pump and quickly inflated the love doll to its’ maximum proportions. " Dick, it’s me!!!… SERENA!!!!…. your wife did this!… I’m not just some fucking sex doll for you …. oooohhh … don’t touch me…. yessssssss!!!!…..* " Serena thought as her mental shouts of protest quickly became mixed with ones of pleasure as she experienced the sensations of her soft vinyl skin being caressed by Dick as he slipped on the lacy black corset and stockings she had worn when still human. When the lingerie was fully on the doll, the second part of Esmerelda’s spell took effect and Dick’s mind started to become cloudy. His perception of the scene before him changed dramatically though his mind, in the foggy state that it was in, didn’t seem to notice the change. Instead of an inflatable love doll dressed in provocative lingerie lying in the middle of the bed, Dick now saw his wife, wearing the same clothing, beckoning to him from under the satin sheets on the bed. " Let’s make love, honey…. a night of nothing but hot, steamy love, " the voice of Esmerelda seemed to call out Dick from the bed. In reality, the room was completely silent save for Dick’s breathing that was growing ragged with lust. " I think I can accommodate you, darling, " Dick said with a smile as he quickly stripped off his clothing and climbed on the bed. In his mind, Esmerelda reached up with her arms and pulled her husband closer to her. However, in reality, Dick was pulled the doll’s hollow latex arms upwards until they were wrapped around his body. “Dick, I’m not your wife!….. it’s Serena…. oooohhhh….. STOP THAT!!!!!……. DO IT AGAIN!!!….. NO!!!!!…_ " Serena mentally shouted even as the pleasure she was feeling from Dick groping her soft latex breasts and probing her inviting vagina with his hardening member threatened to wash away her protests. Indeed, as Dick’s passion grew and his movements more fervored, all the doll wanted was to be fucked……and fucked again…… Several hundred miles, in an expensive hotel room, Esmerelda was starting to experience the reward of the spell’s second component. As Dick started to have sex with the love doll in earnest ( unaware of its’ true nature), Esmerelda, naked and lying in the middle of her bed, experienced the first of what she knew would be many waves of pleasure courtesy of the sex toy. Now that it had been dressed in the lingerie, the witch would feel the sensations of Dick’s passionate usage of the doll wherever she was in the world. In a way, it was a bit of delicious irony - Serena had been spending the last few months (or longer) fucking her husband and now she would be able to continue in that role though Esmerelda would be the beneficiary of such passion. Monday….. around noon…….._ Esmerelda arrived home from her plane trip in a better mood than she normally would have been. The pleasure she had felt earlier was quickly balanced by the fact that the plane she had originally boarded for the return trip had encountered mechanical problems shortly after take off. After the plane returned to its’ original airport, Esmerelda found out that the next plane for her wouldn’t be until early morning. Consequently, she was late returning and would miss half a day at work. Ordinarily, such a disruption in her schedule would have enraged Esmerelda and the sorceress would have been tempted to turn the ticket agent that gave her the bad news into a gerbil or something similar. However, Esmerelda’s victory over Serena had left her in such a good mood that she quietly accepted the delay and spent her waiting time thinking up ways to torment her dollified rival in the future. Throwing her bags on the living room couch after entering her home, Esmerelda quickly made her way to her bedroom to see where Dick had left his ’ gift’. She figured it would be shoved in the closet or under the bed in a hurry if she knew her husband’s habits. However, to her surprise, there was no sign of the doll or its’ box anywhere in the bedroom. Puzzled and annoyed, Esmerelda made her way out into the dining room where she saw a note waiting for her on the dining room table. Esmerelda, I know what you did to the one who was screwing your husband behind your back. I thought I might examine your transformed rival a little more closer so I’ve borrowed her temporarily. If you want to have your little toy back, meet me at the place we first did battle - my home in the Caves of Zartok. We can discuss the terms then. See you soon!! Matilda " That bitch!!!! " Esmerelda grumbled as she tore the note to pieces. Just when she had resolved a thorn in the side of her personal life, her old rival Matilda sneaks in and messes things up. Esmerelda figured that Matilda must have observed Serena’s transformation in a manner similar to her spying on Dick earlier. " Well, I can’t let her spend her time with Serena. She’s not the smartest witch in the world but if she’s given enough time, she’ll figure out the special part of the dolly. I guess it’s time to resolve things once and for all! " Esmerelda said as she grabbed her favorite wand and mesmerized a few spells to unleash on her hated rival. After a quick glance around to make sure there was nothing else she could bring with her, Esmerelda waved her wand around her in a dramatic gesture and, seconds later, vanished in a puff of crimson colored smoke. At that exact moment, Matilda was preparing for her foe’s imminent arrival. The interior of the cave, thanks to Matilda’s spellcasting in the past, resembled the interior of a suburban home rather than the cold, stony interior of a typical cave. In the center of what would be considered the dining area, the Serena doll was lying on a metal table fully inflated and starting to recover from the sensations of being probed by the machine she was hooked to. The machine itself looked to be something that could only be made by practitioners in the black arts. A set of knobs and an oversized timer were visible on the front part of the device. On the top part of the machine were three long slender rods of steel that looked to be adjustable in length according to the machine operator’s desire. At the end of each of the rods, there was an object several inches long made of rubber or plastic that resembled a dildo or sex toy found in the local adult shops. " If this doesn’t get Esmerelda here in a hurry, I don’t know what will. Imagine my surprise when I cast a simple magic detection spell over the doll and discovered that in addition to the transformation spell, Esmerelda had also cast a symbiosis spell afterwards on it so that she could feel what the doll felt. When I saw that, I hooked up this love doll to a rather insidious machine that will fill all three of its openings for 2 minutes on 10 minute cycles. If the stimulation doesn’t overwhelm Esmerelda too much, I think she’ll be here as quick as she can suffice, " Matilda said with a soft laugh as she ran her hands over the soft surface of the doll. After a few moments of indulging herself, the witch took her hands away from the doll and glanced around the room in obvious contemplation. She then raised her hands and gestured dramatically with her hands for several seconds in all directions. Seconds later, a shell of shimmering energy became visible around the area extending several feet in all directions from the table area. " Well, now that I’m all set for my company’s imminent arrival, I should get a few other things ready. Serena, I think I’ll take you off the machine for now. Don’t worry, though, I’ll be giving you some more pleasure in the very near future, " Matilda said softly as she reached under the table and started looking for a few items that the witch would need in her looming encounter…… Twenty five minutes or so later………. " Uhhh… puffff…. that…. mmmm… bitch Matilda….. I’m… going to… turn….. her into some sort of microscopic lifeform when I find her, " Esmerelda said panting noticeably as she entered the perimeter of the caves. Originally, the sorceress had planned to appear instantly in Matilda’s HQ and surprise her hated rival. However, her concentration was broken in the middle of transportation and she was forced to break off the incantation about halfway to the caves. From that point on, every time she tried to start up her transportation spell again, she felt intense waves of pleasure flow through her body that almost caused her to double over. As a result, she found herself walking the remaining distance to the caves with pauses to deal with unexpected feelings of pleasure that seemed to center around her openings. Esmerelda realized almost immediately that Matilda had figured out the sympathetic magic cast on the love doll and was taunting her with it. " Almost there…. a shortened form of my teleportation spell should get me around the entrance of Matilda’s home and avoid the traps she has there. She’s so predictable when it comes to attacking me… if only she was better at battle magic. Oh well, after I’m done with her, she won’t have any more chances, " Esmerelda muttered as she twitched her fingers in front of herself along with the flinging of some blue dust in the air. A few moments later, Esmerelda found herself standing on the inside of Matilda’s home and, to her surprise, there were no magic traps anywhere in the vicinity. As she cautiously made her way forward, wary for any surprise attack from behind an object or the shadows, the witch saw what looked Matilda towards the back of her home standing next to a slightly elevated table. On top of the table, Esmerelda saw the Serena doll lying flat on its back with a bit more of a sheen than before, which Esmerelda figured was due to her rival’s ministrations. " Well, I see you’ve found my newest toy, Matilda. If you give it back to me now, I might not turn you into an eight legged tarantula for more than a year or two….. maybe…… " Esmerelda said trying to unsettle her foe long enough for her to get the upper hand. " Hmmm… let me see…….. surrender and be turned into a spider or fight it out?…. I think I’ll pass on giving up though you might give it a thought or two….. " Matilda replied as she briefly ran her right hand along the doll’s torso for a second or two. " Uhh… no, I don’t think so. Prepare to be enwrapped in the Chains of Klarzeth!!! " Esmerelda exclaimed as the witch raised her hands above her head and her eyes narrowed in concentration. Almost instantly, a ball of swirling energy formed around her hands that shimmered and coalesced before streaking towards its target. Strangely, at least to Esmerelda, Matilda made no attempt to erect a defensive shield or move out of the way of the energy ball. Esmerelda’s bewilderment disappeared immediately after seeing the ball of energy bounce off what looked like a shell of energy surrounding Matilda and dissipate harmlessly against a nearby wall. Matilda’s smile broadened just a little as she took out a tube of what looked like lubricating cream and started to apply it to the end of the vibrator. " Cute….. real cute, Matilda. You realize that a defensive shell like that prevents offensive magic from going either way and can last for a limited amount of time at best. Of course, I can advance the dropping of the shell by a simple focused time acceleration spell spoken for 60 seconds or so. Once I recall it, I…. MMMMPPPHHHH!!!!!….. " Esmerelda started to intone before her words became unintelligible as if her tongue had gone numb. " Hmmmm…? What’s that, Esmerelda….? I can’t hear you….. could it be that I just inserted a nice, big dildo into the doll’s mouth? Geez, isn’t that too bad? " Matilda said with an evil chuckle. " MMMMPPPHHHH!!!!!! " Esmerelda replied in muffled tones as she realized spoken spells were impossible at the moment for her. Figuring that this was not the time to be arrogant, the witch used her trembling fingers to trace out a single word in the air using a simple Word Embolden spell - NEGOTIATE? Matilda laughed upon seeing the gesture and picked up the vibrator without hesitation. " Considering our current positions and the fact you weren’t going to extend me any mercy, I think I’m going to pass on that. However, I will make your visit to my home a little more pleasant, " the witch said as she picked up the lubricated vibrator and started to tease the outer edges of the doll’s O shaped pussy with it. Almost immediately, Esmerelda doubled over in response to the intimate pang of pleasure going through her body. " _THAT…. THAT…. OOOHHHH!!!…. WHEN YOU’RE DONE, EDICT OR NO EDICT, AND THAT SHELL COMES DOWN, I’M GOING TO REDUCE YOU TO ASHES!… YOU… UHHHHH!!……. " Esmerelda railed angrily in her mind as she tried to cope with the pleasure that was threatening to make it impossible for her to concentrate. " Does that bother you? Awww, that’s just too bad. I’d ask Serena how she’s feeling but you’ve taken that option away, haven’t you? Let’s see if we can raise the distraction up by a level or two, shall we? " Matilda said as she flipped over the love doll so that it was lying on its chest. The witch reached over and picked up the remaining sex toy lying on the table, a rather large butt plug, before returning her attention to the inflated doll before her. " Hmmm….. let’s see if this fits or if there is actually something out there with a tighter ass than you, Esmerelda, " Matilda said sarcastically as she teased the edges of the doll’s anus with the butt plug. Turning her head for a moment, the witch saw Esmerelda fall on her ass with her rival’s face turning bright red from the three pronged assault on her senses. " Ummmppph… uhhhh… geez, I guess this dolly is going to be a tight one after all. Maybe I’ll use my new tube lubrication for this…. I just whipped it up today…… " Matilda muttered as she reached under the table and pulled out a bright yellow tube as well as a pair of rubber gloves. Quickly slipping the gloves on, the witch opened up the tube and smeared a generous amount onto the butt plug. After recapping the tube, Matilda set it aside and started to shove the plug in once again. “**WHAT THE HELL IS THAT BITCH UP TO?….. EXTRA LUBRICANT?….. IT WON’T BE LONG UNTIL THAT DEFENSIVE SHELL IS DOWN AND…….. UHHHHH……. WHAT’S GOING ON?…….. WHY DO I FEEL SO STRANGE?…….** " Esmerelda thought to herself before a sudden pang of intense pleasure went through her body that emanated from her anus. She tried to stand up and cast a spell of some sort to defend herself but found she didn’t have the strength to do so. The witch could see herself in the shiny surface of the table and the image she was seeing was alarming to say the least. She could see patches of gloss starting to appear on her skin that looked artificial and very familiar to her. Her legs started to spread apart of their volition and Esmerelda felt an itching sensation in the area of her vagina. " GEEZ, WHAT’S GOING ON?….. COULD MATILDA HAVE CAST A SPELL THROUGH THAT SHELL?…. SHE COULDN’T….. UHHH…. THIS IS…… OOHHHH….. WHY DOES THIS FEEL SO FAMILIAR?………_ " Esmerelda thought to herself even as she sensed what seemed like her skin was being stretched tighter by the second with blemishes around her neck disappearing rapidly. She was so preoccupied by what was going on with her body that she didn’t even notice that the magical shell around Matilda had dissipated with her hated rival strolling boldly towards her. " What’s the matter, Esmerelda? Are you having a few problems? Maybe it’s the cream I put on that butt plug for the Serena dolly….. did I mention that it’s a very special cream? " Matilda said chillingly even as the doll continued to twitch slightly in the background from the power of the vibrator. " _SPECIAL CREAM?….. WHAT DOES SHE MEAN?…… OHHHHH…. HEY!…. LEAVE MY CLOTHES ALONE!……. MMMMMMMM……. YOU CAN’T DO…… UHHHHH!!!!!……… " Esmerelda mentally shouted in anger as she felt her garments stripped from her body…. a body that was rapidly feeling stranger to her by the second. The glossy look she had been seeing was spreading rapidly to all parts of her body. She could see what looked like seams starting to appear on her limbs as well as around her tits. When Matilda had taken off her clothes, she had left Esmerelda’s arms and legs stretched out at right angles to her and Esmerelda sensed that whatever strength was in them was dissipating rapidly. However, it was the next set of changes to Esmerelda’s body that finally made the witch realize what was happening to her. She mentally shuddered from unwanted pleasure as her pussy twitched and formed into a perfect O shape with the same happening to her anus. Before she could try and fathom that, her teeth and tongue dissolved away as her mouth’s interior formed into a smooth sac that felt like rubber. The mouth quickly formed into the same round shape that her other two openings had already formed into. “**I’M….. I’M BECOMING A LOVE DOLL!!!……….. JUST LIKE WHAT I DID TO THAT BITCH SERENA….. UHHHHH!!!!…. BUT HOW?……. THERE WAS NO SPELL SENT MY WAY……. OHHHHH!!!……** " Esmerelda thought even as the simplified thinking of a fuck toy overwhelmed her thinking. The final part of her transformation concluded with her breasts slightly swelling even as they became two firm mounds of latex capped by pink nipples and areolas that were decidedly artificial in appearance. Esmerelda’s hair grew long and blonde in color and looked nothing like her normally coiffed looks. The sex toy that Esmerelda now was slowly settled onto its back with a slight wobble to the side thanks to the inflation plug that had grown out of her back. With her eyes, which were now nothing more than painted features on her hollow head, Esmerelda saw her hated rival bend down and wave the mysterious tube that Matilda had used earlier. " You know, when you cast a sympathetic magic spell on someone, you have to be careful about the drawbacks. When I figured out the spell you cast on Serena, I was trying to figure out how to use it to my advantage. I remembered that, in my last trip to the local flea market, that I picked up a tube that was originally manufactured on the Earth plane of existence. It’s called ’ Doll Gel’ and transforms the subject into an incredibly lifelike love doll on a permanent basis. For Serena, it’s perfectly harmless since she’s already a doll but you…. well…. I think you can figure out the results, " Matilda said with a boisterous laugh. " *BITCH…. YOU BITCH!!!… YOU…. YOU…. OWNER???……._ Esmerelda mentally screamed even as her new doll thinking became more and more pervasive…….. Epilogue…… about a month later………. For the four participants in this tale of magic, love and transformation, although their fates were different in the end somewhat, their futures were intertwined to a degree…. ...

Author’s note : This story is a bit darker than my usual stories and involves scenes of sexuality, profanity and mild violence. If this offends you, please move on to another story, otherwise enjoy ! (Based on an idea suggested to author by Mad Bird CZ…… ) It was a summer day with the midday sky hazy from the high humidity that seemed to be everywhere. Kids were in the quiet streets playing stick ball or running under the water streaming from an open fire hydrant. The children scattered to one side as two large mini van taxis drove by, heading towards the factory that the people inside had signed up for a tour of. “Gee, you’d think a company that manufactures love dolls would be sensitive about how they produce and test the products before sending them out to the various stores around the country,” the blonde haired Miranda said as she turned and looked back at the other women in the van. Gina and Svetlana nodded silently in agreement while Cynthia’s face slightly reddened. “Well, the online questionnaire I filled out at Dream Dollies web site was fairly thorough. It even asked if I had.. ummm… personal thoughts about love dolls in general….” Cynthia said, trailing off at the end in obvious embarrassment. “You too..? Gee, I thought I was the only one who was asked for my thoughts about the dolls and stuff related to it. When I wrote that I often.. um… well.. fantasized about being treated like one, they immediately emailed me back and invited me on this tour,” Iris said, somewhat embarrassed by her admission though that dissipated somewhat when she glanced around and saw the nodding of heads much like Cynthia had seen earlier. “Well, I don’t know if Dream Dollies can help fulfill our fantasies or not but I’m curious about the whole process they use to make their amazingly lifelike sex dolls. I swear, every boyfriend I’ve had in the last six months has brought it up in one way or another…” Gina said as the women started chatting among themselves about men they’d dated and other things. ...

Misty woke up to the sound of her clock alarm blaring in her ear and the beams of an early morning sun filling the room in a bright light. After smacking her right hand onto the clock to shut off the alarm, the blonde slowly sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes with both her hands. When she opened her eyes, she glanced around her room and saw her clothes were strewn on the floor from the foot of her waterbed to the hallway beyond. She could feel a steady pounding in her head which she recognized as part of a hangover from her wild activities at the night clubs last night. She was interrupted in her thoughts by a loud snore from the heap lying in the bed next to her. Pulling back the blanket just a little, she saw it was a dark haired man in his early 20’s who was sleeping next to her though she couldn’t put a name to the face. The blonde put her head in her left hand as she tried to recall the events of the night before. Misty recalled going out with several lady friends from her former place of employment ( she worked as one of the secretaries for a large corporate office complex downtown until she quit when the vice-president asked her to work overtime in a way she didn’t want to ) and visiting all the local clubs in the area for a wild night of dancing and drinking. With her blonde hair and above average physique, Misty had no problem finding dance partners or having free drinks sent to her all night long. However, she remained cool to most of her male admirers as they were either average looking, too boisterous or tongue tied in simple conversation. As the night went on, Misty’s level of inebriation increased and her recollection grew hazy as to what happened. She remembered meeting a dark haired man, who looked to be fairly well off by his attire and had far better manners than the usual men she encountered. They had talked for a fair bit about things she didn’t recall at all and that was pretty much all she remembered. " Hey, sexy, penny for your thoughts ? " a male voice called out as the man next to Misty rolled over and snuggled up close to her while draping his right hand over her thighs. " Ummm…trying to remember all the stuff from last night…. " Misty said truthfully as she ruffled her right hand through her blonde locks. " Well, we met last night at the Cosmopolitan night club and after a few drinks, you invited me back to your place for a night of ’ wild fun ’ , as you put it. I have to say, you were absolutely right and then some…. " her guest said softly as he rubbed his right hand over her right knee and upper thigh before moving up to her lower torso. " I kinda remember that…. though…. damn… I’m sorry, I don’t remember what your name is at all, " Misty said as she looked down at her guest with a sheepish look visible on her face. " Brad….. Brad Pruitt. I’m not surprised your memory is a little hazy after last night. You were tossing back the tequila shooters like glasses of water for most of the time we were together at the club. Of course, that didn’t stop you from practically tearing my clothes off when we got back to your place, " the man said with a smile as he slowly sat up and let his left hand drift upwards till it rested on top of the blonde’s left breast. Not really in the mood to be fondled in a preamble to more sex, Misty pulled herself out of bed and quickly threw on her bathrobe. " Well, I’m going to take a quick shower and such. While I’m doing that, why don’t you get dressed and grab yourself a bite to eat ? We’ll talk once I get ready for the day, " the blonde said softly before dashing out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. Thirty minutes or so later, the two were sitting down at the kitchen table eating a light breakfast in a somewhat awkward silence at the first. After they had both finished half their meals, Misty and Brad looked at each other and sheepish looks crossed each other’s faces. " Why don’t you tell me about what you….oh…you go first…. " the two blurted out simultaneously before stopping and both erupting into laughter for several seconds. Misty held up her hand " Ok, I’ll go first. My full name is Misty O’Connell and I’m a former exotic dancer and present owner of four health and fitness centers in this city and nearby. I hit the night clubs whenever I get a breather from my business which led to out meeting last night, " she said while taking a sip of orange juice. Brad nodded slightly as he took a bite on a bite of a piece of toast. " Well, you’ve certainly got a body that screams physically fit. As for me, I’m an aspiring actor who presently works as a clerk at a local R & D firm here in town. It’s boring as hell most of the time but it pays the bills and gives free time to go out and meet people at the local clubs. Of course, most aren’t nearly as entertaining and beautiful as you, Misty, " the dark haired man said in a flattering tone. Blushing slightly at the compliment, the busty blonde looked at Brad with a fond look. " Thanks for the compliment. I have to admit that the time we spent together last night was the best night of sex I’ve had in a long, long time, " Misty said with unabashed excitement. The two spent the next half hour of so chatting about local affairs and their likes/dislikes about different things and found they had much in common. By mutual consent, the two headed out in separate directions to start their respective work days but not before agreeing to see each other again and soon. Two days later…… Misty had just arrived home from another day of looking after her businesses and had started going through her mail when she came across a large brown envelope that looked to be from Brad. When she opened it, she found a small white tube with the letter D visible on it and a piece of paper next to it. Glancing at the paper, she saw the package was from Brad and the note from him said the tube contained a new type of ointment that the company he worked for was preparing for future sale to women in everywhere. The bottom part of the note was unreadable as it appeared to have been ruined by coffee or the ink running on the paper. " Hmmm…doesn’t look anything out of the ordinary…. " Misty said softly as she turned the tube over in the palm of her right hand to see how to apply the cream. According to the instructions written on the side of the tube, the ointment was ’ to be applied vigorously over areas deemed most sensitive by user for maximum pleasure’ . " Geez, sounds like some sort of sex aid you’d buy at the local adult shops…..heh… " Misty murmured as she flipped the tube over and over in her palm. As she pondered what to do next, she remembered that she usually did a light workout before eating and settling in for the evening. Thinking quickly, she called Brad at his home phone number but was disappointed to get his answering machine. She left a message for Brad for him to come over and see her that night and if she happened to be out at the store when he came by, she’d leave him a key under the front door mat for him to let himself in. Once she was done leaving her message, Misty started to prepare to do her daily exercise routine. Ordinarily, that would have meant her slipping on a shiny black leotard and matching pantyhose ( a look that took her back to her dancing days) but today was different. She figured she’d use this lotion and see what kind of effects it had while she worked out in her home and that meant a nude routine. After stripping off her clothing in the bedroom, Misty cleared aside some space for herself in her usual exercise area and put a bottle of energy drink on a nearby table for after her workout. The blonde bombshell then retrieved the tube she was sent and opened the cap on it. She thought she detected a faint smell of strawberries in the air as she applied the lotion liberally over her anus, pussy and breasts vigorously with her fingers. Misty noticed that the lotion was completely gone by the time she had applied it to her breasts though whether it was because it was a trial portion she was sent or because Once Misty set the empty tube of ointment down on a nearby table, she turned on the stereo system and tuned the music to light jazz ( a type she found easiest to do when doing a routine workout). She then moved to a spot in the center of the area and started stretching her arms and legs in all directions before she started her routine. Early in the routine, when Misty was doing a series of jumping jacks, the buxom blonde noticed a tingling sensation was starting to become apparent in the areas where she had rubbed the ointment. As she finished the last jumping jack, she could feel the sensations were spreading to other parts of her body and the feelings were intensely erotic in nature. Misty let her hands wander down to where her moist pussy and felt the same tingling in her fingertips as they came in contact with her pubic hair. Misty moved on the next part of her routine, which involved squat thrusts, touching her toes and stretching her arms from side to side while keeping the lower part of her body still. It was at this point that she felt a growing sense of lightness that was spreading through her body though she dismissed that as a by-product of not eating enough in the last 24 hours. " Puff….. this is quite the…. mmmmm… ointment Brad sent me. It feels even better than the lubrication gel I use when I’ve got my favorite vibrator alone at night, " Misty panted as she swung her arms from side to side in a steady rhythm. She sensed the tingling was now present throughout her busty body and, somewhat distressingly, a numbness in her legs that seemed to render them more rigid than they were. " Maybe… uhh… it’s time to…. oooff..take a break… uhhh… and wash this ointment off….. " Misty said as she saw the sweat from her workout was producing a pleasant looking sheen on her body which looked brighter where she had applied the cream. However, the pleasure she was feeling quickly turned to horror as her arms locked in place when stretched out straight from her shoulders and refused to budge an inch. She tried to move her legs and feet and found they were just as immobile as the rest of her body. Misty tried to scream for help but her tongue had gone numb and her shouts came out as muffled gasps. " What is going on ? Is this some kind of allergic reaction to that ointment ? Why can’t I move ? It feels like my insides are swelling….. " Misty wondered as she desperately tried to will her limbs to move to no avail. She stood completely still wondering if there was anything else that could happen to her now. No more than a few seconds later, she found out that her immobility was only the beginning of her problems as she could see by moving her head downwards. Her skin seemed to be growing smoother all over body with freckles and blemishes disappearing rapidly. The numbness and tingling she was feeling before was now joined by feelings of lightness and, strangely, a sense of hollowness as if her insides were disappearing into thin air. As time passed, Misty saw the smoothness of before was becoming more pronounced and was taking on an artificial look as if her body was becoming composed of latex and rubber. Her thinking was now being affected by the changes to her body as it was becoming hard for her to keep any steady concentration. She could see what looked like seams appearing on her arms and legs with the bumps from ankles and shoulder blades disappearing like her freckles. Suddenly, Misty felt what seemed an intense orgasm ripple through her still form as she felt her pussy clench shut before reopening into a circular opening with the interior forming into a smooth latex sac. Judging by the fact that she felt another moment of pleasure a few seconds later, Misty was reasonably certain that the same was happening to her anus. She saw her finely trimmed pubic hair shrink and disappear in the bat of an eye as the change swept upwards rapidly. She felt an itching in the small of her back as if something was growing out of it that was normally unnatural. The feeling of hollowness became stronger as the change swept into her torso region and tan colored latex became more evident by the minute. Misty’s breathing slowed to a few last gasps before halting altogether while simultaneously her breasts became two mounds of firm, rigid latex surrounded by the same seams that were on her limbs and capped by bright, pink areolas and nipples that stood out out a good inch or so. As the change swept towards its’ inevitable conclusion, she realized what she was becoming. ...

Laurel was tired after a long week of work managing the cosmetic company she owned. She rubbed her neck as she slowly drove her car to her favorite health resort for a well deserved weekend of pampering and relaxation. When she had acquired the cosmetic company last year, she never knew that ownership would require her to take such a hands-on role in the day-to-day operations. In fact, the time she spent working at her business had affected her personal life as her husband Matt Hardy had recently left her with no note as to where he was moving to. The fact that she didn’t even notice he was gone till three days after he had left spoke volumes about the total immersion she had taken in her business. “Hmmmm… maybe I’ll try and track down Matt after the fall line is launched and see if we can patch things up. If not, one of the beefcakes who work here can more than fill his shoes …” Laurel thought to herself as she drove into the resort’s parking lot and parked her Ferrari in a spot near the private member’s entrance. She hopped out and strode across the parking lot noting how the lot seemed deserted right now which usually wasn’t the case for the resort. Laurel took out her membership card and swiped it across a panel next to the entrance door. A few seconds later, there was a loud BEEP! followed by an audible clicking noise. Laurel pulled open the door and walked inside the luxuriously furnished area set aside for the wealthy members of the resort. She walked up to the reception desk and greeted the woman behind it with a familial tome as she signed in. “Janice, I really need a massage in the worst way today. If Mario or Luigi are available today, it would be great,” Laurel said hopefully to the platinum blonde receptionist. “Hmmm… Mario’s out helping a friend move into one of those new condos built by Koopa developers but I think Luigi will be available in about an hour or two. If you want to do a little exercising till then, I think some of the climbers are available over there,” the receptionist said cheerfully while pointing over to the left towards the equipment she mentioned. Laurel smiled as she headed towards the change rooms. “I’ll give ’em a try for a little while though I have to save something for Luigi’s expert hands!” she called out happily to the receptionist before going in to change her outfit. Laurel emerged shortly thereafter wearing a tight fitting white mesh bodysuit that emphasized her voluptuous figure from her ample breasts to slim waist and shapely legs. She went over to where the exercise machines were lined up and started on one of the stair climber machines that lined the far wall of the exercise area. She exercised steadily over the next hour and a half stopping only to take a drink and to fend off the advances from muscular men looking to start a relationship or have a romp in bed. After finishing her workout, Laurel wrapped a towel around her neck and walked back to the receptionist area hoping to hear good news. Wiping the perspiration off her forehead and chest, she noted by the clock on a nearby wall that it was very close to the time where the spa would shut down for the day. The receptionist looked up as the buxom woman approached her and nodded slightly as she stapled some papers together. “Good timing, Laurel! Luigi is back and waiting for you in room number 3. He’s even agreed to stay past closing to make sure you get a full massage at no extra charge,” Janice said happily as she motioned towards the area where the massages were given. “Thanks, Janice! I appreciate the effort you’ve put in for me. Talk to you soon!” Laurel called out as she hurried off for the massage she longed to start. Once in the nearby change area, she stripped off her clothes she was wearing and wrapped a large white terry cloth towel around her body. She headed down to the area where Luigi set up for his clients and entered into the room where the massage table was. Unwrapping the towel around her, Laurel tossed it on a nearby chair and climbed up on the table where she laid down pressing her breasts into the soft leather covering as she fell into a light sleep. She dreamed of having a man looking allot like Luigi caressing and making love to her over and over again in a highly erotic atmosphere. Laurel’s sleep was interrupted by the feeling of hands going up and down her back and shoulders in a wonderfully pleasant manner. “Mmmm…. Luigi, you have such a wonderful touch…. you must keep your wife very happy….” she murmured as a feeling of euphoria swept through her body. After a few more minutes of massaging that spread to her legs, neck and arms, Laurel was almost purring in contentment as she felt so good… so light…. just like in her dreams. However, the wonderful feelings she was experiencing came to an abrupt halt when she turned her head and saw her reflection in a nearby mirror. The reflection she saw in the mirror shocked her and snapped her out of her daze. Her body was rapidly changing from flesh to rubber and latex with her skin was becoming smooth and shiny with no signs of freckles and blemishes anywhere. Her breasts rapidly changed into mounds of plastic capped by bright pink nipples that seemed to be erect. ...

Bright light illuminated the master bedroom which radiated with bright glass and brass sculptures. A blonde haired woman in her early 30’s slowly pulled herself up and blinked several times as she glanced at the sun beating in the window. She stretched her arms outwards as she yawned before stepping out of bed. Paula hoped that her boyfriend Greg would be coming by today to keep her occupied. Since her late husband passed away last year, she had drifted from one man to the next only to find they were only after the considerable fortune her husband had left her. Consequently, she had spent many a night by herself with only her dreams of having a man make passionate love with her to keep her company. Hopefully, Greg would be a man interested in her first and her wealth second. ...

Holly slowly walked up the stairs that led to her boyfriend James’ apartment wondering why he asked her to dress up for a night at the clubs but to meet him at his place first. She knew he had been combining his work as an interior decorator with his desire to redecorate his place and suspected he wanted to show her the results. Dressed in a red blouse with matching leather mini skirt and black high heels, the blonde beauty reached the top of the stairs and walked a short distance to where James’ front door. She rang the doorbell and waited about fifteen seconds or so before her boyfriend answered. " Hi, Holly. You look great tonight ! " James said enthusiastically upon seeing his girlfriend when he opened his apartment door. He walked over to his girlfriend and gave her a big hug followed by a passionate kiss on her full lips. Holly returned the passion in kind and allowed James to explore her lush body with his free hand. Disengaging before their embrace got a little too steamy, Holly looked into her boyfriend’s eyes and smiled warmly. " I’m glad you called me to come over. I was afraid that the little scene that happened at Spanky’s the other night where you saw me dancing with another guy and I kinda wondered if I was going to hear from you ever again, " she said with a sorrowful look on her face. A brief look of anger flashed across James’ face before dissipating into a smile and nod. " Naah, I believe you when you said that guy was drunk and got you mixed up with an ex girlfriend of his. Let’s put that whole thing behind us and instead talk about why I asked over today, ok ? " he said as he gestured towards his sparsely decorated apartment. " I’ve decided to try and decorate this place according to what I like and not the advice of some yuppie home decorator. I was wondering if you’d give me a hand moving some stuff around and taking some pictures of some key areas. I’ve got a few ideas I want to run by you," James said with a warm smile. Holly nodded in agreement as she hung up her jacket on a nearby rack and started to move various pieces of furniture around at Jack’s request either by herself or with his help. Occasionally, they would stop and embrace in passion but Holly would break it off before it led to a trip to the bedroom. She saw the same look of consternation on James’ face that was there before but figured it might have been frustration over her reluctance to be intimate. After about an hour or so, James had taken a few photos and finished with the bedrooms and bathroom. When they started looking over the living room, he suggested Holly stand over next to a table while he take a picture with his new camera that has a special lens for indoors. “James and his toys…. it’s a good thing Bob has better priorities…. like me! Ha! Ha! " Holly thought to herself as she leaned back on the table and smiled at James as he snapped his desired picture. FLASHH!!! The camera picture was snapped with the brilliance temporarily blinding Holly as she stood waiting. After a second or two, her vision cleared and she went to move to a different part of the room. To her horror, she found she couldn’t move whatsoever ! She tried to shout out to James but found that her ability to talk had vanished as well ! She stood there in silence hoping that James would help her get out of her predicament. Another surprise followed though as James seemed totally nonplused by her lack of mobility and communications. In fact, he had set down his camera and was busy pushing some of his furniture around. After doing that for a while, he walked over in front of Holly and stood in silent contemplation of her immobile form. " Holly…. dear, dear Holly… you know, you shouldn’t lie to someone about who you’re seeing. I did some checking after seeing you in the bar and found out that not only were you going out with the guy you were dancing with but you’re also seeing a traveling salesman and living with a visiting computer technician from the Czech. Republic. If that wasn’t bad enough, you had asked another fellow to see if he could, once you and I tied the knot, arrange for me to have an ‘accident’ in exchange for splitting the insurance money. That wasn’t very nice to do, Holly, not nice at all, " James said as he brushed his hands through her blonde hair. " Shitt!!… this is not good…. how the hell did he figure it all out ?….. I’ve got to get out of here… ugghh.. but I can’t even twitch my little finger or wiggle my nose.. what the heck does he have planned for me…. I want out of here pleaseee!!!…” Holly screamed to herself as she felt her blouse and skirt being slowly removed leaving her standing in just her underwear and black leather boots. " Hmmm.. blue lacy lingerie and matching panties… oh, you are a sexy woman, Holly, though that may soon change. You see, I have a friend who works with a fairly secretive department in the government and he’s been working on a substance that has some rather unusual effects on the human body. He agreed to lend me some in exchange for some photos I have of him and a ‘friend’ that was very naked and definitely not his wife," James said with an evil chuckle as he pulled out a small glass bottle and put it on the desk next to her. He then reached around and removed her bra and panties thought the latter was most troublesome to stretch around Holly’s rigid legs. James then went over and put on a set of what looked like surgical gloves before returning to the table and pulling out an eyedropper. He measured off a set amount before moving in front of the immobile Holly once more holding the eyedropper so she could see it. “This little elixir will affect our relationship on a rather permanent basis. Although you’ll hate the change at first, I’m sure over time you’ll grow to accept it and maybe even like it. Either way, all my problems as well as mine will be gone for good, " James said nodding arrogantly. “Change ?…. accept ?… what the hell is he talking about ?… what’s in that.. oohhh !!…” Holly thought to herself before her self wondering was interrupted by an intense wave of erotic pleasure that surged through her body as James squeezed off a couple of drops onto her left breast and nipple. He then moved on to the right breast followed by applications to her slightly opened mouth and along the edges of her exposed pussy. Every application of the fluid seemed to intensify the waves of pleasure Holly was experiencing and she would have screamed out loud in ecstasy but with her ability to talk gone, Holly stood silently with only the slight quivering of her body indicating her present state of mind. However, the pleasure Holly was feeling quickly became mixed with horror as she realized the real motive for James’ application of the fluid. She felt her skin starting to change in texture and look from its’ normal flesh tone color to an artificial type look. She could see her reflection in a mirror that her freckles and blemishes were starting to vanish as well as the tiny scar where she had her appendix removed. “What’s going on?…. What’s happening to my skin?….. oooohhh…. why am I feeling so good?…. what are you doing now, James?….wh… ooooohhh…mmm…..” Holly thought to herself frantically before her thoughts were interrupted by James running his hands up and down the left side of her body. Her thoughts of anger and revulsion towards the man were mixed with ones of pleasure and longing for more caressing as her body slightly quivered in response to James’ fingers tracing a path down her silky smooth body. When James stepped out of her field of vision and Holly could see her reflection once again in the mirror, she saw that most of her arms and legs that she could see in the mirror had become a glossy plastic in look with what appeared to be seams becoming visible running the length of them. Her pussy seemed to opening of its’ own accord as it formed a symmetrical O-shape inviting anyone for probing. She could feel the same happening to her mouth as it slowly twisted on its’ own before it froze in a wide ovular shape much like her pussy and anus now were. Her mouth’s interior formed a soft padding of latex and rubber devoid of teeth and tongue. As the process neared it’s conclusion with her slender chest forming into firm yet pliable mounds of plastic capped by pink circles, Holly felt wave upon wave of pleasure that made her feel like she was experiencing one intense orgasm again and again. It was when the process neared its completion that the subject of the transformation finally realized what she was becoming. “A LOVE DOLL… A DAMNED SEX TOY…. A GOOD DOLL… PERHAPS TO BE USED… USED ME… JAMES USED ME… TO GET REVENGE…. TO GET… GET ME IN BED… NO… YES… NO… YESS!!!….” the doll screamed as its’ thoughts jumped back and forth between a woman desperate not to be used as a fuck toy and a love doll desiring nothing more than that. James walked over and nodded with satisfaction at the finished doll before swiftly taking off its’ black leather boots. He then swept up Holly’s clothing and purse and put it out with the trash before returning to the apartment and to the love doll that was still standing in the living room. He silently picked up the doll by the waist and carried it into the bedroom where he set it on the bed. " All right, Holly, I’m going out for my daily jog but I promise I won’t be too long. When I get back, I’ll be sure and try you out. You were a great lover and now you’ll be a great love doll ! Ha ! Ha!” James said with a sinister laugh before changing into his exercise outfit and leaving without a backward glance at the nude doll that laid on his bed with arms pointing upwards ready to hold any who might use her. Unfortunately for James, he was no more than a couple of blocks from his home when he was struck from behind by a speeding gray Buick Eaglelark and killed almost instantly. The driver stopped momentarily as if he was checking to see if James was still alive or not before driving into the night. As for James possessions, his landlord let one of his former girlfriends pack up most of his things though he did keep the very attractive love doll he found for himself. As for the other stuff , it all went into cardboard boxes before being packed away into storage. Everything except for an eye dropper and glass vial found on a wooden table… " It smells like licorice…" said the ex-girlfriend as she lifted the eye dropper up and touched the tip of her tongue with it…. And so it goes….. THE END

Eileen crept silently across the deserted parking lot towards the illuminated store front of Adult Fun, a store specializing in adult entertainment items ranging from the latest XXX DVD/movie to a wide assortment of creams, devices and other items to heighten sexual pleasure. However, the reason Eileen was headed for the store that night has nothing to do with a potential purchase. She had agreed to meet the owner Mitzie after store hours for a night of erotic pleasure that would add a new level of intimacy to their three month relationship. One fact she had no intention of telling Mitzie was Eileen’s real reason for the relationship that had blossomed between the two women. ...

Lucy had worked as a personal assistant for Donald Vickers, a corporate lawyer working on his own, for about eighteen months and she had found him to be a most generous boss. If she showed up a few minutes late on a Monday morning or made a typing error when filing away the odd document, he never scolded her beyond a disappointed look that was evident in his eyes. The only demand that Donald ever made of Lucy was that when he asked her, she would available to work after normal business hours. ...

Patricia headed home from the local college where she had just finished yet another long day of classes. Thankfully, it was a Friday which meant she could spend the weekend having fun and forget all about the stress. Tonight, she had lined up a date with Kirk, an older guy she had met at one of the clubs a few weeks ago. He said he had just moved to the area and was working for one of the larger companies of the city though he was vague as to which one he worked for or what his job was. Nevertheless, his rugged good looks and sophistication won Patricia over and she agreed to go to the movies with him with dinner afterwards. ...

Bonnie glanced at her watch as she sipped on her coffee while sitting at her dining room table. Her lawyer Gwen Sawyer had called her earlier in the day to say that Bonnie’s ex, Gil, had finally agreed to turn over the money and items Bonnie has asked for when she filed for divorce. Gwen went on to say that she’d be over later that day with some papers for Bonnie to sign. The fact that Gil was giving in after a great deal of acrimonious debate was extremely satisfying to Bonnie and she looked forward to rubbing it in the next time she saw him. Just as Bonnie finished drinking her coffee, she heard a knock on her front door. However, when she opened it, she discovered that her visitor was not her lawyer as she expected but two delivery men carrying what looked like a large screen TV as well as some other boxes. Behind them, with a smug look that Bonnie knew all too well and had grown to hate, was Gil. “Gil! What the fuck are you doing here? I thought you were talking to my lawyer and finally giving me all the stuff I deserve!” Bonnie snapped even as the workers set up the TV and deposited the rest of the boxes in the middle of the living room. After everything had been left, the workers left leaving a fuming Bonnie and a silent Gil alone in the room. “Look, asshole, if you don’t answer my question right now, I’m gonna call the cops and get your ass thrown in jail!” Bonnie hissed as she saw her ex husband fiddling with the TV in the corner. Upon hearing Bonnie’s implied threat, Gil stopped his gaze and turned his attention to the auburn haired woman. “Calm down, Bonnie. I’m hooking up the TV here and should be done in a minute or two. I think you’re really going to like it,” the man said with a smile that was somewhat unnerving to Bonnie. A minute or so later, Gil made his way out from behind the television and, standing just behind the auburn haired Bonnie, withdrew what appeared to be a remote control for the TV. He was about to depress the POWER button when Bonnie whirled around and grabbed the control out of his hand. “Lemme have that! I’ve read the stories on the net about the tales of men using ‘magical’ remote controls to take control of women they have problems with. They may be just urban legends or the products of some warped Canadian minds but I don’t trust you!” Bonnie snapped as she waved the remote in the air. Gil’s response was to remain silent as Bonnie motioned him to move in front of her. With a smug look on her face, she motioned her ex husband to stand between her and the television and, with a bit of a flourish, depressed the power button. To Bonnie’s slight disappointment, the TV flickered on with nothing out of the ordinary happening. She started flicking through the channels and privately admitted to herself that the picture and sound were very nice indeed. However, when she went to tweak the television’s brightness, the remote seemed to go dead. “Hey, you cheap asshole, the batteries on this remote are dead. You might try splurging on a set that didn’t come from the discount store for a change!” Bonnie snapped in a manner that indicated her resentment towards her soon to be ex husband hadn’t eased in the slightest. “Shoot! Give me a second, I’ve got some spare batteries out in the truck. Just give me a minute or two,” Gil said as he grabbed the remote and headed outside before Bonnie could give any kind of response. Slightly bemused by her ex’s enthusiasm, the blond haired woman walked over to a window facing the driveway and watched Gil fumble around clumsily like he had in bed all those years. Several minutes later, Gil trotted back into the house with the remote in his right hand and his smile, if anything, larger than before. “Well, the remote’s all fixed now, honey. Let’s get things going, shall we?” he exclaimed while hitting the POWER button the control. “Give it h…UUURRKKK!!!” Bonnie started to say before she fell silent as she found she was unable to move or talk whatsoever. “You know, Bonnie, you were right to suspect something was amiss when I came to visit. Truth is, your suspicion that there was something more to this remote control than controlling the TV was correct. You see, I have a friend who works for a private military contractor and he…. ohhh…. it’s a long and rather boring story. To sum it up, this remote, when it has contact with your flesh as long as it did, can control you and your actions quite comprehensively. If you think I’m making any of this up, maybe I’ll start with a small demonstration. How about I get you to take off your blouse and skirt? Let’s see, this should do the trick,” Gil murmured before clicking a couple of buttons as he pointed the remote at the transfixed woman. “Your. Wish. Is. My. Command,” Bonnie said in a dry monotone even as she mentally screamed in rage. To her surprise, her hands moved of their accord upwards and mechanically started to unbutton her blouse. Once the last button was loosened, Bonnie jerkily pulled her blouse off and dropped it to the ground. Even as she mentally screamed in rage her hands moved to the zipper on the back of her skirt and pulled it downwards. After tugging on the sides of the skirt, Bonnie let it slip to the floor before resuming a rigid pose. “Cool! That worked just as it should! Now, let’s get you to take off your bra and panties, shall we?” Gil exclaimed before depressing another series of buttons on his remote. “Of. Course. Mas. Ter., " Bonnie intoned as her hands lifted upwards and undid the clasp on her bra. After removing her bra, her fingers moved downwards and under the strings of her thong panties. She had pulled them about halfways down when Gil clicked the PAUSE button. “I think I’d like a sexy pose when you pull your panties off. This should make you turn around and bend over before you pull them off,” Gil gleefully intoned as he clicked on his remote once again. A moment or so passed with Bonnie locked her in rigid position before the remote’s commands. Suddenly, the blonde haired woman straightened into a rigid pose with her eyes looking blank and staring straight ahead. “I. Will Obey. Mas. Ter.. Of Course,” Bonnie intoned before stiffly turning around and bending over at the waist. Lowering her panties down to her shoes, Bonnie exposed a firmly toned and luscious ass that Gil had always admired when they were married. “Heh. You know, Bonnie, I always said you had the most luscious ass. Wait, I know just the thing to add to this little picture. Don’t move…… heh……. " Gil said with a chuckle before leaving the room and heading for the bedroom. A few minutes later, he returned with what looked like an oversized butt plug. With a sly look on his face, Gil bent down and pushed the plug deep into Bonnie. “You bastard!!!….. When I get loose from whatever he’s done to me, Gil is going to prison for a very long time…. if I don’t castrate the bastard first!!…. he’s going to…… OOOOOHHHH!!!!!!………..” Bonnie thought angrily to herself before her thoughts were interrupted by the erotic sensation of having her anus filled with the plug. “Yeah, that makes you look quite nice. Time to get back to some fun though. This combo will have you turn around and pose sexy for me while cupping your breasts,” Gil said before picking up his remote and punched in a bunch of numbers. Moments later, Bonnie’s body tightened ever so slightly as her brain received the order. “Yes. Mas. Ter.. To. Serve you. Is pleasure,” she said before her body straightened up and she moved jerkily to face her grinning ex. Her hands moved upwards and cupped her petite breasts in an inviting manner. The only hint that something was amiss in her erotic pose was the bland look on her face even as her subconscious mind screamed obscenities in defiance. In fact, Bonnie’s expression was noted by Gil at that moment. “Tsk, tsk, time to turn that frown upside down. You want to look like you’re enjoying this, sweetie,” he said before depressing a single button near the top of the remote. Almost instantly, a big smile appeared on Bonnie’s face with her white teeth showing in a look that was dazzling and somewhat unnerving at the same time. “I know this remote doesn’t remove all of your independent thought so you’re probably thinking on some level that someone will show up and rescue you. In fact, I bet you’re counting on that bitch of a lawyer coming here and stopping me. Tell ya what, while I’m taking a closer look at your lovely body, I’ll spin you a tale that will explain where I was before getting here today and answer any thoughts of a visit soon at the same time,” Gil said even as he ran his right hand over Bonnie’s right tit. “You see……………. " Approximately 3 hours earlier……………. Gwen struggled to comprehend what was going in her house and to her. She was gathering up a few papers before making arrangements to have papers served to finalize a client’s divorce. To her surprise, she was visited by the client’s husband and before she could ask why he was there, the man pulled out of some strange device and took control of her physical motions completely. Before she knew it, she had stripped off all of her clothes and posed in several degrading yet highly erotic poses for the man. Worst of all, she was responding to the man’s clicking of his remote by saying statements that indicated her acceptance and obedience even as her subconscious raged against her predicament. At the moment, she was standing in the middle of her living room with her arms tucked behind her head and her mouth pursed in a sexy manner. “Ya know, I wasn’t quite sure if this thing would work or not when my buddy loaned it to me. I guess it’s a good thing I tried it out on that pizza delivery woman last night before I came here, eh? Luckily, she never saw my face and she regained consciousness in the middle of an abandoned mall’s parking lot by herself. However, for you, miss lawyer bitch, I have something else in mind,” Gil called out as he sat up in the chair he was seated in. “Lemme see, this should make you straighten up, walk over and put your signature on a few documents I’ve set up,” Gil exclaimed before staring to click on the remote pointed in the woman’s direction. A few moments later, Gwen’s arms stiffly returned to her sides and she stood at attention. “I. Hear. And. I. Obey. Mas. Ter. Of. Course.” the blonde haired woman intoned before turning stiffly and walking in a robotic manner towards a desk to the right. Bending over, Gwen grappled onto the pen resting on the desk and, in a manner that resembled an automated machine, signed the papers where it was indicated. After setting the pen back down, she turned in a robotic manner to face the man who controlled her every movement and waited silently for his next command. “Excellent! Thanks to the papers you’ve just signed, your disappearance will be written off by your letter of resignation and the note saying you’re moving to Canada to live in seclusion. The bank document you notarized that gives me control over all your money and property so it shouldn’t be a problem to cover up all traces of your disappearance. Of course, I’ll know that you won’t have changed residence but rather a change of a different type,” Gil said with a chuckle as he stood up and stared at his remote for a second two. With an arrogant smile crossing his face, Gil raised his remote up and pointed in the direction of the nude woman. “I think for this final part, you might be most comfortable by taking a seat in front of the fireplace,” he said with an almost childish laugh before depressing another two buttons. “I. Live. To. Obey. Mas. Ter.” Gwen said before turning and walking to the location in question. Moving in a tight circle, she sat down on the hard brick hearth in front of the fireplace and awaited her next command with a vacant smile plastered on her face. Gil glanced at his watch and smiled. “I’d love to stay and have a little more fun but I should get over to my ex wife’s home and prepare for her imminent arrival. Before I do that, however, I should make you ready for our trip out of town. The other function of this wondrous remote is that it is able to change organic material into organic material via tiny nanites. The nanites are programmed to transform the targeted subject into a new form according to the combination I program into the remote. Let’s see…. hmmmm… that should do it! Now, all I have to do is this!” he exclaimed as he excitedly punched numbers into the remote before moving over and touching Gwen’s shoulder with the remote’s top end. The blonde woman’s body started to twitch slightly and she let out a slight gasp of pleasure. “I. Am. The. Mas. Ter’s. Love. Doll.” Gwen started to intone over and over even as her body started to show the effects of the nanites. Freckles and blemishes disappeared rapidly all over her body as her skin took on a glossy appearance. Seams started to become apparent on her arms and limbs as Gwen’s flesh and bones turned to rubber and latex. Her legs spread into a more open position that mimicked the V shape found in the traditional love dolls used by enthusiastic men. Gwen openly moaned as her sex started to twitch and contort as if it had a mind of its own. A moment or so later, her pussy closed tightly before opening into a perfect ovular opening with the interior becoming a sac of rubber and latex aching to be filled by a sex toy or her owner’s hard cock. Although Gwen’s thinking was focused mostly on being the best love doll for her owner, a small part of her consciousness will still existed and that part was not happy at all. ...

Chun Li thought she would go crazy if she had to try and make sense of one email sent to her on her office PC by her new bosses. She had been working for the Japanese manufacturing company Matzuki Dimsanto for about 16 months in the shipping and receiving department and, for the most part, it was fairly routine work. However, about two weeks ago, the company had been bought out by a mysterious American company whose name had yet to be revealed to the workers. ...

Ilsa opened the door to the photo studio and walked in hoping that no one would notice she wasn’t supposed to be there that day. Her friend Carla was participating in a photo shoot that day as the centerfold model for a new adult men’s magazine Sexy Sluts. Carla had invited Ilsa to watch the shoot but to stay out of the way of the photographer as he might be a little .temperamental CRASHH!! A lighting fixture tumbled to the floor after Ilsa tripped on a loose wire running from it and fell to the ground herself. Ilsa looked up to see an enraged man heading for her waving his arms frantically. " Look at what you have done, you clumsy woman. That’s an expensive fixture you just destroyed through your clumsiness and it will take some time to get a replacement piece. Do you have anything to say for yourself, young lady ? " the mid 40’s man with a receding hairline snapped as he gestured angrily at the broken item. Ilsa looked at the angry man and a look of sorrow appeared on her face . " I’m sorry, it was an accident ! If there’s anything I can do to make it up to you, I’ll be more than happy to do it. I don’t much in the way of money but if there’s any jobs or chores you need help with , I’d be more than happy to give you a hand with it." she said hoping to calm the man down. The man picked up the fixture and part of the glass fell to the ground and shattered into smaller pieces. " Young lady, a $ 5,000 dollar lighting fixture that has been destroyed is not replaced by simple menial labor. You see, it costs…" he started to state forcefully before being interrupted by the sound of another light crashing to the ground. This time, it was Carla looking crestfallen as she gazed down at the ruined equipment lying in front of her. " You…you…ARRRGHHH!!!…." snarled Jacques as he stormed over to the other ruined equipment in a great rage. After bending down for a second or two, he straightened up and jabbed a finger at Carla while inhaling deeply. However, after a second or two of uncomfortable silence, his face noticeably softened as he looked at both women with a slow and deliberate turn of his head. " I’ve decided that, for compensation, you two won’t have to pay for the equipment you’ve destroyed. Instead, I want you two to model for me free in a series of photos for a new adult magazine Lesbian Lust being published in Europe. It will require you both to travel for a bit after the shoot so please make the necessary arrangements before the shoot starts tomorrow." Jacques said with a far more pleasant tone than before. The two women looked at each other dumbfounded by the offer. The shoot would be the opportunity for both of them to command big money in the adult entertainment industry and the fact that Jacques, known for the amazing quality and color of his photos, would be the one filming them virtually guaranteed them lucrative offers to appear in XXX movies and other parts of the industry. Ilsa and Carla both quickly agreed to Jacques’ proposal and were given directions to the studio where Jacques would film the two for the magazine. They were told to meet him there in two days with the outfits he provided and to brings lots of passion. 48 hours later…… After 45 minutes into the shoot, both women were a little weary by the frantic pace in the posing and re-posing for Jacques’ rapid picture taking. They had started off wearing frilly lingerie which they took turns removing from their opposite at Jacques’ prompting before moving onto intimate probing and caressing each other’s body. After several minutes of letting their tongues and hands roam up and down each other while embracing, Jacques called for a five minute break while he retrieved a new camera for the final part of the shoot. The two women pulled themselves off the bed and stood up straight for a few seconds chatting among themselves with both noting how stiff they felt and how their skin seemed to be almost glistening from the sweat that was coating them both. " All right, ladies, I need you to pose in front of the chairs over here lying face up on the rug. " Jacques called out to the models. They both walked slowly over to the position Jacques indicated and assumed a sultry position looking up. FLASH!! " Now, I need you two to lift yourselves up with your legs spread wide and supporting your weight your elbows and feet. Do it now !! " Jacques commanded the women who felt compelled to follow his order to the letter. FLASH!! FLASH!! " Cup your breasts and hold your mouth open like the good dollies you soon will be ! " Jacques ordered while slightly adjusting the camera flash. FLASH!!!!!! FLASH!!!!! The women had just finished assuming the order and barely had time to register the significance of what Jacques had just said when they felt a change quickly envelop their rigid bodies. Ilsa could feel her skin quickly changing from warm flesh and blood to smooth plastic with no signs of freckles and blemishes visible anywhere. Her breasts grew rigid and became twin mounds of molded plastic capped by rubbery nipples. She could feel her pussy slightly open and assume the same O-shape that her mouth was now frozen in. ...

“…..and after we come back from the break, I’ll show you all how to make Canadian bacon soufflé with 7…. 7different herbs and spices!! " a dark haired man extolled to the audience seated in front of him. As the crowd burst into loud applause, the floor director signaled to the man, as well as the blonde haired woman next to him, that they were now in commercial. With that, the man ran over to the left to take a sip of water while the woman moved behind a large piece of staging and lit up a cigarette. “Jack is certainly boisterous today….. maybe it’s the fact that this is the last show of the week and we can get out of town to his cottage in the country…..” Anne thought to herself as she took a deep drag on her cigarette. She knew the producers of the show “Great Cooking!” that she and Jack worked on frowned on anyone smoking while on the set but Anne figured that rules like that were meant for the staff and not an important person like herself. “Psst… Anne…. 10 seconds……! " Anne’s assistant Gloria called out as she leaned around the staging to speak with Anne. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Anne muttered as she tossed her cigarette on the floor and stomped it out with her right shoe. She then hurried out to her spot behind the counter beside Jack. With applause starting up once again, Jack welcomed the TV viewers back and the rest of the show went without a hitch. At the end of the show, with the audience slowly filing out, Jack and Anne made their way back to the dressing rooms chatting about the upcoming weekend and so on. Anne had just entered her individual dressing room and was about to start changing into her own clothes when she heard a knock at her door. Figuring that it was Jack knocking to ask about some detail he had forgot to check with her, Anne went quickly to the door wearing only a bathrobe that was loosely tied at best. To Anne’s surprise and chagrin, it wasn’t Jack knocking on the door but a dark haired stranger dressed in an expensive looking business suit waiting for her. Flustered somewhat, Anne quickly tied her robe a little tighter before turning her full attention to the visitor. “Ummm….. can I help you?” Anne stammered as she heard a knock on a door to the far right of her right. She thought it might have been Jack’s door but now was not the time to investigate. “Sorry to have caught you at an inopportune time but your assistant informed that you leave for your place in the country rather quickly after the Friday show wraps up. If it’s not too much of an inconvenience, I was wondering if I might be able to talk to you for five or so minutes about a business opportunity,” the man said sincerely. “Sheesh…. I hope it’s not another guy trying to get me to invest in some revolutionary cookery that will change the way people prepare their meals…….” Anne thought to herself as she smiled and motioned for the man to take a seat inside. “I realize your time is rather limited so I’ll get right to the point, Ms. Gables. My name is Bill Conolly and I represent a European TV consortium that is looking to put together a cooking show that can be syndicated throughout Europe with worldwide penetration being the ultimate goal. We’ve gone over an extensive list of people we think would be good to host the show and you’re at the very top of the list. If you agree to leave your current job, we can offer a guaranteed three year contract that offers 25 % above what you’re making now plus other incentives and a great incentive package that will satisfy all your needs and then some. Does this sound like the kind of offer you’d be interested in accepting?” the man asked Anne with his tone completely businesslike throughout his speech. Anne was stunned by what she had just heard and was silent for several seconds. As if he was sensing some disbelief in what he had just said, Bill reached into the attaché case he was carrying and withdrew several multi colored pages. He handed them to Anne before sitting back and waiting for her to respond. “Ummm….. ummmmm…. can I take the weekend to think this over. This is a lot for me to digest,” Anne stammered while flicking through the pages nervously. “Of course, Ms. Gables. My partners can give you until the end of next week for a response to the proposal. The only thing we ask is that you keep our private and not discuss it with anyone else especially the staff of the show you’re currently part of,” Bill said smoothly as he pulled himself to his feet and brushed out a wrinkle on his right trouser leg. “Oh…. oh, sure, no problem at all. I’ll have an answer for you by then. Is there a phone number that you can be reached at if I have any more questions about your proposal?” Anne asked as she tried to figure out why such a proposal was being made to her. “My firm’s email address is listed on the last page of our proposal and is monitored on a 24 hours basis. I know you’re in a hurry so unless you have an immediate question, I shall take my leave. Please remember what I have said before about confidentiality….. my firm finds it VERY important. With that, I shall take my leave,” Bill intoned as he stood up and tipped his hat in Anne’s direction before leaving. When the door to her dressing room closed and Anne was alone by herself, she let out a deep breath as if she was holding her breath for an extended amount of time. Glancing briefly at the documents before shoving them into a travel bag, the blonde haired woman finished changing into her outfit and quickly applied her make-up before heading out of the room. “OOOFFF!!!!!” Anne gasped as she walked right inside someone outside her dressing room without even seeing him or her at all. Staggering backwards, she saw that the person she slammed into was none other than her boyfriend and co-host Jack. “Whoah there, geez, Anne, you’d think you were already on the road to the cottage,” Jack said with a wry smile crossing his face. “Sorry, Jack. I’ve just, dunno, got a lot of things on my mind, I guess,” Anne said softly while brushing a lock of hair out of her eyes. “Oh. Uh…. I guess…umm…. I can see that but c’mon, it’s Friday! Let’s get the heck out of here and have some fun!” Jack replied enthusiastically after a moment or two of hesitation. Anne saw that he was holding several pieces of folded paper in his right side and was clutching them tightly next to his leg as if he was afraid Anne would see them. Dismissing the sight quickly, Anne smiled and kissed Jack. “I’m with you, darling. Just let me swing by my place and I’ll pick up that black bikini you like so much,” she said softly while playing with the bottom of Jack’s tie. Jack’s face turned red and there was a slight bulge visible in his trousers as he absorbed what he heard. “Ummm, I think that would be more than agreeable. In fact, why don’t you pack that see through nightie that ya wore last month? I never got much of a chance to see you in it, if I remember right!” Jack whispered into her right ear as the two embraced. With that, the two walked quickly out of the studio and headed out to start the weekend……… ...

Daisy paced back and forth anxious for her boyfriend to arrive for the meeting they had planned. Wandering around the old abandoned Hazard farmhouse, she wondered why Bo had wanted to meet her all the way out here. He said he had a plan that would allow both of them to take that plane trip to Atlanta she didn’t have the money for. Just as the blonde haired woman turned the corner and headed for the back of the house, a cloud of dust signaled the arrival of her boyfriend at the house. Pulling himself out of his red sports car, Bo ran over and embraced Daisy for several seconds. After a tender kiss, the two headed to the house after Bo retrieved a canvas bag from his car. ...

Lolita gathered up the gems and diamonds that were spilled over the ground and scooped them into a black leather bag she was holding in her right hand. Lying on the ground next to where the black haired woman was a dead man in his late 20’s whose blood was still seeping from two bullet holes near where his heart was. Judging by Lolita’s rapid scooping up of the stones, she was indifferent to the man’s passing. “Stupid moron… he’d still be alive if he agreed to turn over the goods when I showed him my gun. Oh well, another body to dump in the countryside for me, " Lolita murmured out loud as she stood up and walked over to her waiting car. ...

Sandra was, to say the least, an unhappy woman as she hurried around her spacious apartment. She had spent considerable time over the last few hours getting ready for an intimate night with her boyfriend Paul after the two attended a concert put on by a local band when he dashed off on a business emergency. Sandra was left stewing with lots of energy and no way to release it. " Damn that man for taking off and leaving me like that ! If he wasn’t the best lover I’ve ever had and fairly well off, I’d dump him in a heartbeat ! " the raven haired beauty said in a pouting voice as she flopped down on a nearby couch and pondered what to do next. " MEOWW !!! " Sandra’s cat Cleopatra howled as it jumped up next to her and started rubbing up against her leg while purring loudly. Smiling, Sandra picked up her pet and looked down at it affectionately while caressing its’ soft white and brown fur. " Well, Cleo, what do two women on a night when all the men in their lives leaves them to twiddle their thumbs… or paws in your case, hmmm ? " the black haired beauty said to her cat as she sat in quiet contemplation. Suddenly, Sandra jumped up as she remembered she had yet to go through her mail including a package from her ex husband Bruce. The divorce had been finalized a few months ago with great acrimony on both sides as she and Bruce traded insults back and forth. She had accused him of being unfaithful with at least two of the secretaries at his place of work while Bruce had accused her of withholding sexual favors unless he paid for them. After the lawyers had sorted it all out, her former husband left town in a hurry after cleaning out the apartment of his things. To Sandra’s consternation, Bruce had taken some of her personal stuff with him and she had to get her lawyer to send a letter demanding he send her items back. Opening up the box in question, Sandra saw with satisfaction that it contained the items Bob had taken as well as a sealed envelope sitting on top. An amused look crossed the dark haired woman’s face as she opened the envelope and read the note enclosed. The note basically was Bob apologizing for all the spite and hate and a desire that they could be friends sometime in the future. " Friends ?…..Ha ! Ha !…." thought Sandra as she looked over the photos and other keepsakes that were wedged tight in the box. When she got to the bottom, she discovered the items she used to wear when she and Bob used to do some role-playing that involved the BDSM mentality. Sandra looked over the skin tight black catsuit that was covered with bright silver studs and ran her hands down the tapered legs that Bob loved to kiss and caress when on his hands and knees. She then plucked out the knee high leather boots and ran her hands down the small zippers she used to step in and out of them with. After setting aside the clothing, Sandra dug into the bottom of the box and pulled out several lengths of chain as well as a black collar that had numerous chain links dangling from it. Running her hands over chains brought back fond memories of Sandra’s days as a part-time domme when she used the chains to bind her clients or herself ( depending on her mood ). Bob had even put a bottle of scented oil in that she used to keep the chains from rusting and for a pleasant odor when they were worn. Sandra set the chains down next to the leather outfit and headed off to the bedroom to change into her evening look. After pulling her black fishnet hose and leather bra ( which accentuated her tits quite nicely), Sandra wandered back into the living room and looked at the box sitting on a nearby table. She sat down in a nearby chair and petted her cat, which was rubbing up against its’ leg, while staring absentmindedly at the leather clothing and chains she dumped next to the box. A few minutes later, a wry grin crossed the raven haired woman’s face before she abruptly stood up and walked over to the objects of her attention. She picked up the chains, collar and boots and walked with them over to the couch running her tongue over her lips in obvious anticipation. " Maybe I can get Paul interested in this kind of roleplay… it certainly would spice things up…" Sandra thought to herself before starting to don some of the outfit. She pulled the thigh high boots on first before donning the chains that went around her waist and right wrist. Normally, she would have put on her catsuit first and then the chains but she was feeling a bit naughty that night. Sandra sprawled on the couch and smoothy buckled the collar around her neck caressing the small links that went all around it. " Paul would look great wearing something like this… especially if I had a leash attached to it… I won… uhhh…." she thought to herself before her thinking suddenly got thrown astray by what felt like an electrical charge surge through her body. " What the heck is going on ? What’s happening to me ?" Sandra shouted as she felt her legs spreading wide open on their own forming an obscene V shape. No matter how hard she tried, whether by thought or grabbing hold of the rigid limbs, her legs remained spread apart. At the same time, Sandra felt an incredible feeling of warmth that washed over her like a warm bubble bath that caressed every inch of her semi nude body. In fact, the warmth was so pleasant that she almost forgot the difficulty with her legs as she brushed her face with her left hand. " Uhhh… feel good… but my legs…. ooohhh… " Sandra moaned softly as she felt her pussy starting to tingle rather intensely as if she was using one of her favorite sex toys to pleasure herself or Paul was using his tongue to stimulate her there repeatedly. If the problems with her legs didn’t exist, she would have been rubbing them together in pleasure as the stimulation washed over like a tide coming ashore again and again. As Sandra laid there trying to sort out her mixed feelings, she saw her arms moving on their own much like her legs had just done. Both her arms bent sharply at the elbow with her hands coming to rest on top of her black leather bra. She then saw her hands starting rubbing up and down on her breasts vigorously causing her bra to slip down revealing her breasts and nipples, which were becoming inflamed by the stimulation. Sandra’s eyes fluttered as the pleasure from her tits being fondled on top of the stimulation she was already feeling caused her to almost explode in one of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced. However, it was at that point that Sandra started to realize the truth behind her lack of control over her body as she saw her skin changing from its normal flesh tone to a glossy pink color. She felt a sense of lightness rapidly spreading through her body as if her insides were being replaced by nothing more than air or some sort of gas. Sandra tried to yell or move when she saw this shocking development but found she could do neither . " What… what’s happening..?… oooh… why do… I feel.. feel…" Sandra thought to herself though even her ability to concentrate was becoming fuzzy and difficult to do. She saw and felt her pussy change into an artificial material with an ovular look to it. Seams were becoming visible running up and down her legs, arms and torso as if her body was made of sheets of latex and rubber that were sewn together. The transformation then swept through her torso changing her swollen breasts into taut mounds of plastic capped by bright pink circles and dime shaped nipples. As Sandra’s thinking became more and more clouded, it started to be replaced by more primitive emotions. " A love doll… I am a good doll… need someone to use me… fuck me…" she thought as her head lolled to the side with her mouth forming an O shape much like her pussy and anus. Her cheeks had turned bright pink in color that matched the color atop her tits with her eyes stared ahead in a frozen look of lust. The doll laid there in silence waiting.. begging to be used…. Next morning….. The sun shone steadily through the living room window and illuminated a figure that was lying prone on the couch. After an undetermined amount of time, the figure started to stir and abruptly sat up. Sandra put her left hand to her head as she looked around her place. " Man, that was some weird dream…. I imagined I had been turned into some sort of fucktoy by some means. It felt so real though…." the dark haired beauty muttered as she ran her hands over body to make sure it was just a dream. Satisfied that she was still human, Sandra headed off to the shower and prepare for another day…. Elsewhere at the same time… The man sat down and glanced at a piece of paper that he had just retrieved from his files. " Sandra thought she was going to get the best of me when we split up. Well, very shortly, I’ll get a victory that will make me the winner from now on. Thanks to the chains I sent back to her that I secretly coated with a special formula, she’ll be changed into an inanimate love doll permanently the day she puts them on in the company of someone else. She’ll still change if she dons them when alone but it’ll be a temporary transformation then. Once I pick up a call over my police scanner of trouble at her place, I’ll know just what to do…." Bruce said before throwing his head back in a laugh that seemed to last for a very long time… The future…… The trench coated man finished securing handcuffs on a distraught man and led him away through the open doorway of Sabrina’s home. Another man stood in the center of the room jotting notes down while surveying the surroundings which included a semi-nude love doll. " Imagine the nerve of this guy. He claims he was involved intimately with this woman named Sabrina when she ’ magically’ turned into a latex sex doll right before his eyes. The guy probably killed her over some spat, dumped her body and his mind snapped when he realized what he did. Well, he’ll probably spend the rest of his life in a prison rubber room…" the detective said as he jotted down some notes. " Detective Jackson, I’m Bruce.. Sandra’s ex… I called earlier.." a man called out from the open doorway. The detective nodded " Ah, Mr, Terrell. You called wanting to retrieve a few things from your ex’s home that belonged to you." he said shaking the hand of Bruce. " Yep..a few personal items.. including…." Bruce said nodding towards the doll on the couch with his face slightly reddening. " No problem, Mr. Terrell, no problem at all.." the detective said smoothly… Sandra, lying as a perfect love doll, didn’t think it was a problem either….. THE END

The motorcycle roared to life as the ignition was turned on and exhaust fumes spewed out its’ chrome exhaust. Sitting on it was a red haired woman who sat astride the cycle and reveled in the power between her legs. She ran her hands up and down the black leather seat and chrome handlebars. Lisa had been a fan of motorcycles in general since she was barely into her teens. She loved the freedom of traveling down the roads with the wind in her hair and not being trapped in a metal coffin being broiled alive by the summer sun. She had dated several guys while in high school but as soon she found out they were more interested in computers and making out than motorcycles, she dumped them in a heartbeat. Lisa longed for the day when she could own her own motorcycle. Unfortunately, she didn’t have a great paying job so she scrimped and saved looking forward to the day she could own her own. One day, she was glancing through the newspaper when she saw an ad for a car and motorcycle auction upcoming with a wide variety of makes and models available. Giddy with excitement over the thought of her dream coming true, she gathered together what money she had and headed down to the auction confident she’d be coming home with her cycle. It was with this in mind that had Lisa examining the wide selection of motorcycles that would be up for auction. She walked amongst the rows of bikes along with throngs of other prospective bidders looking for a cycle that she could afford that didn’t look too road weary. After roughly half an hour, she started to feel a little down about her chances in the looming auction. Between the opening prices listed and the talk of other prospective bidders of going extremely high on most models, she figured she had no chance of getting any of the bikes that were going up on auction. Lisa was about to head home disappointed when she saw a motorcycle sitting off by itself with very few people around it. Curious about the bike, she walked over to where the owner, a brown haired woman looking to be in her late 30’s, was standing. " Excuse me, ma’am, I was wondering if you could tell me a little more about your great looking Harley that you’re auctioning off, " she inquired while looking over the pristine conditioned cycle. The woman arched her eyebrows in obvious surprise " Well, it’s obvious you didn’t read the newspaper article concerning some of the bikes who have controversial histories associated with them. If you’re interested in this motorcycle, I’ll tell you about this one, " she said with slight disdain in her voice. " Controversial history ? ….did someone die while driving it ? …something like that? " inquired Lisa with a note of trepidation evident in her voice. " Not quite… you see, the previous owner was a woman who was a tenant in a building I owned. Originally from the Caribbean, she was a very unusual woman who was rumored to be a believer of black magic. She was dating a wealthy man from the suburbs who bought her a motorcycle for a present one day. The woman was deeply in love with the man and thought he felt the same for her until she came home late one night and found him in the arms of another woman. If that was not bad enough, she found the two on her motorcycle making passionate love. Enraged and vowing revenge, it’s rumored she placed a curse on the bike that any woman who engaged in intimate relations while on or in contact with it would be doomed to spend the rest of eternity experiencing intimacy and nothing else.. whatever that means, " the woman said with a serious look on her face. Lisa almost laughed out loud at the story she just heard but the look on the woman’s face made her keep her reaction to herself as the woman continued " Whether or not the story is true, all three disappeared without trace and leaving outstanding rent owed on the apartment. I obtained the motorcycle in lieu of the debt hoping to sell it and recoup some of the money. Unfortunately, the story behind the bike grew like wildfire and spooked away any potential buyers for it. I had thought that bringing the bike into an auction like this would bring activity from out of town bidders but apparently the tale has got around quite fast…" she said with a heavy sigh. Lisa digested the story while at the same time thinking up a way to take advantage of the situation. She dug a pen and piece of paper out of her purse and quickly scrawled something down before handing the paper to the bike’s owner. " I wonder if you might be willing to sell me this great cycle right now without going through the auction. Here’s what I consider to be a fair offer.. and it’s all in cash, " she said softly while handing the paper to the woman. The red haired woman looked at the paper and then stared up at the ceiling for a minute or two. She then looked at Lisa for several seconds before taking a pen of her own and jotting down a figure quickly. " Tell you what… if you can promise me that you can send the figure I’ve written down in the next 30 days plus the amount I’ve written down, I’ll let you have the bike right now, " the woman said pleasantly to Leslie as she returned the paper to her. Lisa opened the note and her eyes widened slightly when she saw the figure written down. " I’ll have to go into hock and borrow money from every friend I’ve got**…. BUT IT’S WORTH IT!**" she thought to herself before quickly nodding in agreement and handing the bike’s owner. An hour or so later, Lisa was at home polishing her new Harley and running her hands over the gleaming chrome and soft leather seat marveling at the pristine condition of the machine. However, she was a little troubled by the story she had heard about the supposed curse put on the bike. She wondered if it might be a good idea to test the validity of the story in some way so that she wouldn’t be bothered by it in the future. Looking at her watch, she realized that her boyfriend Dave, a doctor at the nearby hospital, was coming by in about an hour or so. " Hmmm… maybe I can get rid of that curse thing tonight. Dave has always been a bit of a kinky guy when it comes to sex…. it’ll be fun to see how he reacts…" Lisa thought to herself as she picked up her cell phone and dialed Dave’s number with a mischievous smile on her face. Several hours later…. Lisa leaned up against Dave’s body moaning and writhing after a frenzied love session between the two. They had come together several times in the last few hours like a well oiled machine in ways similar to the motorcycle the two were astride. Lisa nestled her head against her boyfriend’s chest while Dave held her in his arms caressing her hair, face and back in a soft and sensuous way. She ran her hands across his chest as she let herself float in the passion the two had unleashed while astride this powerful machine. Certain in her mind that any notion of a silly curse had been dispelled, she was about to ask Dave if he wanted to go to the bedroom for the night when she heard a familiar beeping coming from the heap of clothing lying on the floor Getting off the bike, Dave went to the heap nearby and picked up the beeper in the middle of it. Glancing at the display, he frowned and looked over at his girlfriend with remorse written on his face. " Sorry, honey, but we’ve had another patient admitted who was seriously wounded by a gang of wild beavers. Since I’m the only one trained to handle beaver wounds, I’ve got to go back to the hospital for a few hours, " the black haired man said as he walked over to Lisa and kissing her before quickly dressing and heading off to the hospital. Once her boyfriend had departed, Lisa got off the motorcycle and quickly redressed in her clothes though she discovered to some amusement that her panties had been torn to shreds in the sexual frenzy she and Dave were in when they rapidly disrobed. After dressing, the blonde beauty was going to head back into the house when she felt a wave of dizziness engulf her body. Lisa leaned up against her precious Harley for support until the discomfort had passed. To her puzzlement, the weakness was increasing accompanied by the return of the erotic pleasure she was feeling before with Dave. Her legs felt weird… like they were made of rubber or something. " Ooohh… I think me and Dave really outdid ourselves tonight. I better take a minute or… ohhh..two…" Lisa muttered softly as she wiped her forehead while continuing to lean on her motorcycle. The feelings of intense pleasure were gaining in strength rather subsiding along with a general feeling of lightness.. like she was floating on a cloud. " I better go inside for a bit and lie down for a bit… I feel really strange…. uhhh…" she thought to herself as she went to head back into her house for the night. However, to her shock, she found that she couldn’t move at all ! She tried to move her black shoed feet again and again but the only thing that happened was her feet tipped forward slightly and nothing more. Needless to say, her immobility was very distressing to Lisa, who figured her only hope was to yell for help despite her semi-nude state. Unfortunately, she could no more talk than she could move as she stood leaning against the black and silver motorcycle. Lisa’s eyes were the only part of her that still responded to her thinking and they bounced wildly around as she tried to figure out what was going on. When she focused on her body after a few minutes, she saw that the true nature of what had happened to her was becoming visible. She could see her skin slowly changing to an artificial look with a glossy shine to it and devoid of any signs of humanity. The fingers on both her hands were melting into solid pieces of plastic that still had enough grip to hold onto the Harley for grip. Her arms and legs seem to be waving slightly as if they were nothing more than hollow tubes of latex and vinyl with no skeletal structure inside them. " What the hell’s going on here..?… I ’m.. I’m starting to look like one of those dolls you can buy at a store.." Lisa thought as she found her breathing was becoming shallow and coming out in gasps as the change reached her torso. Strangely, despite the evil process her body was undergoing, she felt nothing but pleasure throughout her body. She closed her eyes briefly as she tried to focus on her predicament and blot the immense feelings of pleasure she was feeling. When she opened her eyes (or did the eyes open on their own…?), she found she was no longer breathing at all. She could see her breasts were now composed of the same material that the rest of her was with a slightly rounder and larger shape to them. She could feel them rubbing and pushing against the bra that constrained them and the sensations added to the lightness and pleasure she was feeling. Suddenly, Lisa realized with a start what exactly she was changing into and why she was feeling so odd. " A LOVE DOLL.. I’M BECOMING A DAMNED SEX DOLL… MADE FOR PLEASURE…. HOW ?.. WHY ?… THE CURSE!.. THIS MUST BE THE CURSE… NOOO!!… OHHHH… DON’T WANT TO BE A FUCKTOY.. A THING TO BE USED…" Lisa screamed mentally as she tried to cope with the truth of what was happening to her. Even as her mind tried to deal with her situation, the process swiftly moved upwards on her still form as it neared its’ end. Lisa felt her mouth stretch and twist on its’ own into an sensual O-shape with the interior now composed of soft rubber and latex devoid of her teeth and tongue. Her eyes locked into place staring outwards at the driveway that was so near yet so far away from her. Lisa’s cheeks started to glow a bright pink even as the rest of her face assumed the painted features of a very realistic love doll. The garage was silent save for the sound of rubber rubbing on leather as the doll’s body rubbed against the leather motorcycle seat. Approximately three hours after Lisa’s transformation into an inanimate sex toy, her boyfriend Dave returned from his work looking a little weary from the exertions of the night. He ambled up into the garage intending to give Lisa, who he saw on the motorcycle, a big kiss before heading off to bed. However, Dave stopped short when he realized it was a love doll leaning against the Harley and not Lisa. " Very funny, Lisa, har har.. you can come out now…" Dave yelled out as he looked around the garage for Lisa’s hiding place. Failing to find her or have her join him, the exhausted man walked over to the motorcycle and looked over the doll with great admiration. " I don’t know how she did it but the doll looks just like her. In fact, maybe I’ll play a little trick on her. I’ll take the doll with me to bed and watch her freak out, " David said with a chuckle as he picked up the doll and carried it off to the bedroom. " NO!!.. I’M NOT A DOLL… OHHH!!.. DON’T… YESS!!…. TOUCH ME AGAIN… YES…." Lisa thought as she felt her clothes being stripped off and her body being laid down on the bed. She felt David lay down beside her and put his wonderfully sensitive hands around her smooth form. Before long, he was groping and caressing the doll’s still body sending a steady torrent of pleasure racing through Lisa’s body. " Well, if this is part of the curse and I’m doomed to spend the rest of existence as a pleasure toy, there are worse fates than to be with a great and passionate lover…. ohhh!!!" Lisa thought as she reveled in the feelings that were going through her. Indeed, after David determined that Lisa had left him for some unknown reason with no forwarding address, she found herself being brought out of the box David kept her in fairly regularly… and she looked forward to each and every usage… And the motorcycle…? David sold it a few months after Lisa’s leaving town..to a woman who said she had never seen such a motorcycle before… back in her original country of Jamaica…… THE END

Lisa sipped her glass of champagne as she stood pretending to listen to a short, chunky guy drone about the fortune he had made in the adult film market. As the man droned on and on about how he was making more money than 90 % of the country’s leading CEO’s, she silently glanced around the room for the man who had invited her to the party and its host: Gerald Falkington. ...

The crowd from the night of boxing slowly exited the auditorium chattering among themselves about the matches and who won and lost. For a select few, they knew that one boxer, Lindsay Boyer, had not only lost her match but had been transformed into an incredibly realistic love doll. Thanks to a raffle (which had been rigged by the promoter Jack Kingston), the love doll would spend the rest of its’ days being used by a local businessman, who had secretly paid Jack a six figure sum for the ’ kickback’. However, these details were known to Bambi, Lindsay’s opponent, and although she didn’t show it outwardly, the events of the last few hours troubled her deeply. As she took off her trunks and took the tie out of her blonde hair, she wondered if Lindsay was still aware of the world around her or was her mind reduced to whatever inanimate sex toys perceived (or didn’t as the case may be). “The money Kingston paid me to look the other way is pretty good to say the least…… still, how can I take part in all this with a clear conscience?” Bambi thought to herself as she stripped her top off and wiped off her body with a large terry cloth towel. The blonde had just finished changing into a blue T-shirt and jogging pants when she heard a knock on the locker room door. Peeking around from the corner of one of the lockers, Bambi saw what looked like one of the female companions of the promoter walk slowly into the room. When she saw that Bambi was dressed, the woman pulled open the room’s door and motioned for the people in the hallway to come inside. “Ahhhh…. Miss Bambi… that was a marvelous match mounted by you tonight… I want to thank you for you assistance in the after match activities….. " Jack exuded as he strode boldly into the room area with two women at his side. “Geez, Mr. Kingston, this is the women’s locker room. Don’t you think that it’s rude for you to stroll in here like this? " Bambi said somewhat angrily. “Calm down, my brave, battling blonde bombshell. I merely wanted to thank you and tell you a piece of good news that will surely please you as much as it will the audience I keep happy. Due to overwhelming demand, I have arranged for another match for you in 60 days with a Joyce ’ The Jolter’ McKenzie, a pugilist who originates from the Midwest. After the match has concluded, you’ll play your part in the well… how shall I put it?…. arrangemnts for Joyce in a similar manner to your previous opponent. I have a client from the pearl of the Orient known as Japan who is most anxious to meet Joyce on a far more intimate basis,” the promoter exulted while he fiddled with the gold chain dangling around his neck. “Let me get this straight. I help turn a fellow boxer into some sort of inanimate fuck toy that you turn around and give to an associate of yours for money or favors. You now want me to do the same thing again in 2 months to another woman to further your career. What makes you think I’m going to this kind of thing ever again?” Bambi said angrily as she stamped her foot angrily in conjunction with her defiant words. “Shh, shh, shh, my bodacious battler, there’s no need to use strong, strident syllables in response. If it’s more money that you are looking for, I think it might be possible for me to increase your payment by a sizable sum. Of course, that would mean some sort of long term agreement,” Jack said as he flashed a brilliant white smile that sparkled thanks to the numerous gold fillings in his mouth. “It’s not the god damned money!!! Geez, you just don’t get it!! I’m not happy to be just a pawn in your sick schemes to make yourself a bigger man! Leave me the hell alone!” Bambi shouted while grabbing her boxing gloves and slamming them to the floor as hard as she could. Jack shook his head slightly while walking over and looking at himself in a nearby mirror. “My young lady, I apologize if my eloquence has resulted in a reaction of negativity in you. I can see that this matter has been brought to your attention at perhaps an inopportune time. I shall withdraw from you area of disrobing and will talk to you at a future time where you might give my proposal more careful scrutinization. Shall we go, my delightful daisies?” Jack said before turning his attention to his female companions and leaving the room. Bambi glared at the closing door for several seconds before calming down somewhat and returned to changing into her normal attire. After gathering up her things and securing her locker, the blonde exited the change room and started to walk down the hallway leading to the exit. However, Bambi was so wrapped up on dwelling over what she had just heard that she failed to notice what was going on around her. “Hey! Watch where you are going, lady!” a voice called out abruptly as Bambi walked right into someone in the hallway. Looking upwards slightly, Bambi saw that the person she had run into was none other than Montel ‘Machine Gun’ Jackson, one of the more respected and fearsome boxers in the area. She had overheard more than one of the area boxers state that with the right promoting and opponents, Montel could be in a championship fight within the next 18 months or so. “Oh, I am so sorry. It’s been, well, one of those days. I have a lot of things on my mind and I tend to focus on problems to the exclusion of everyone around me,” Bambi stammered as she tried desperately to sound sincere in her apology. A smile crossed the African American’s face. “Heck, no problem at all. You’re Bambi Branson, aren’t you? I’ve seen you fight in a few local boxing matches. You have gotta a pretty good right jab,” Montel said with a warm smile crossing his face. Smitten by Montel’s good looks and easygoing demeanor, Bambi struck up a conversation with the man and they spent ten or fifteen minutes talking about the different boxing venues in the area as well as the promoters (other than Jack Kingston) that were active in the area. Figuring that the incident where she helped in the transformation of her defeated opponent into an inflated sex toy, Bambi left that part of her experience out of the chat. With the conversation drawing to a close, Bambi prepared to resume her walk out of the building. To her surprise, Montel asked her if she’d like to have dinner with him on Friday at Chez Courteau’s, an expensive restaurant on the west side of town. Without hesitation, Bambi accepted and after they exchanged addresses and phone numbers, the two went their separate ways with happy smiles on both of their faces. Over the next day or two, Bambi busied herself with routine chores such as paying bills and doing a few runs to local stores and such. The only thing out of the ordinary that happened during those days was an answering machine message left for Bambi by Jack Kingston. The promoter droned on for nearly thirty seconds about what a wonderful person Bambi was and ended with Jack requesting that she reconsider his offer once again. “Fat fucking chance!” Bambi snarled as she angrily jabbed the button to erase the message on her machine. She quickly put the matter behind her as she started to think on what to wear for her upcoming date…….. Friday night……… Bambi took her seat at the dining table and glanced around the expensive setting of Chez Courteau’s while Montel took a seat opposite her. After going over their respective menus and placing their respective orders with the waiter, the two exchanged stories about each other’s exploits in the ring. Bambi tried to keep up her end of her conversation but found Montel had many more stories than her. From his first fights in rundown gyms for money that barely covered his monthly rent to fighting in extravagant arenas in Europe and South America, Montel had more than a few tales to tell though he seemed to avoid talking about his life outside the ring. After they finished their sumptuous meal, the two adjourned to a bar near the restaurant and took a seat in a back booth to sip on their drinks and talk a little more. “Tell me something, Montel. You haven’t talked all that much about your relationship with Jack Kingston. Do you think you’re getting treated fairly by him or do you think he’s a snake like me and a few other boxers in the area?” Bambi asked her dinner companion as she tried to figure out a bit more about his personal feelings. “Yeah, yeah, you’re not the first one to say that they don’t like the guy. The way I look at it is if we’re going to be in the business of boxing for a living, we have to look past personalities and see what people can do for us. Kingston is the kind of guy you wouldn’t trust with anything sentimental but can get you a big money fight if he wants to. In fact, he’s talking about lining me up a championship bout later this year if everything goes according to his ‘perfectly plotted plan of marvelous magnificence’. The guy has got a huge ego but he’s got the power to go with it,” Montel said before raising his drink and taking a deep swallow. “Hmmmm…. maybe it’s time to ask him if he’s been involved with stuff like what happened with Lindsay…. at the worst, he’ll think I’m joking with him,” Bambi thought to herself as she stared into her half empty glass before returning her gaze to Montel. “Has Kingston ever asked you to do a favor for him that was considered…. um…. well… a little bit beyond the normal type of thing?” she asked while trying to look sympathetic to anything Montel might say in response. To her surprise, Montel seemed to grow flustered as he drained the rest of his drink in one gulp and muttered that he had to call it an early night to be rested for training in the morning. The two left the bar shortly thereafter with Bambi receiving no response to her inquiry and Montel steering talk to topics that were unrelated to their profession. After a passionate embrace outside Bambi’s place, the two parted for the night with Bambi hoping that she and Montel would go out again in the near future as she found him a very intriguing man on many levels. Several days later……… The gym was bristling with activity in the middle of a warm summer afternoon with two heavyweight boxers sparring in the ring while an elderly man shouted instructions from the ring apron. Several were shadow boxing or putting the numerous punching bags to work in various corners of the building. Others were toweling down after a strenuous workout or availing themselves to the weights located near the back of the gym. For Bambi, it was her usual workout routine she undertook as she prepared for her next fight. As she skipped rope, her mind seemed distracted by thinking of things other than her next opponent. Specifically, she was wondering if she should take Kingston up on his previous offer. Despite all the moral objections (which she still held), Montel’s declaration that Kingston could do much for any who accommodate struck a chord with her. Bambi found herself wrestling with what to do and the distraction wasn’t helping her in her training focus at all. “Bambi? Bambi? Yoo hoo, anybody home?” Montel said as he gestured up and down in front of Bambi, who was staring right at him without acknowledging his presence at all. “Huh? Oh, sorry about that, Montel. I was just thinking over some stuff that I’ve got to make up my mind on,” Bambi gasped as she stopped and skipping and looked at Montel, who seemed to be getting ready to work out himself. Nodding in understanding, Montel looked around from side to side and motioned silently for Bambi to follow him to the back of the gym. Once they were out of sight of everyone in the gym, the African American boxer leaned over and kissed passionately on her full lips while wrapping his arms around her in a tight embrace. After several seconds that Bambi wished lasted for eternity, the two separated with Montel gazing intently into Bambi’s eyes. “Listen, baby, I’ve been talking to Jack and he told me about this favor he wants you to do for him. It seems there is a rival promoter that he has promised to set up this big card that will involve my fighting a boxer who is under an exclusive contract to this other promoter. If I win this fight, I could be looking at big money bouts… millions maybe!! The only catch is that Jack has promised the rival a ‘gift ’ and…..ummmm…that’s where you come in,” Montel murmured with his voice varying in pitch before softening to a barely audible whisper. The passion that Bambi was feeling seemed to drain right out of her eyes when she heard the last part of Montel’s statement. She pulled herself totally free from the man’s embrace and, with a noticeable redness becoming visible on her cheeks, glared at Montel while taking a deep breath before speaking. “Montel, you seem like a really nice guy but you are either incredibly naive or think that I’m a lot more shallow than that sleezeball Kingston. I told him before I wouldn’t do this so he thought he’d use you to get around my turning him down. You can tell him that it didn’t work and if he bugs me about it again, I’ll start yapping about this to people he may not want to be aware of his ‘side business’,” Bambi snapped as she wagged a finger within inches of Montel’s nose. “Chill, baby, chill. Look, maybe I caught you a bad time with all of this. Why don’t we have a nice dinner tonight back at my place, sit on my new couch afterwards and talk things through?” Montel said softly in response. “Geez, you won’t give up, will ya? Tell ya what, why don’t YOU have dinner by yourself tonight and think about this: if you bring this up with Kingston and he wants you to keep trying, my next dinner will be with the head of the local boxing competition AND the cops!!!” Bambi snarled and stormed off before Montel could reply her ultimatum. **Four days later…………**Bambi started to apply a liberal amount of make-up on her face in preparation for a night on the town. She wasn’t scheduled to box again for another six weeks which meant that, when not working her job at a local drug store, she was free to do as she pleased. On this Friday night, she figured to check out some of the night clubs down town and try to put some of the week’s unpleasantness behind her. Bambi was about to grab her jacket and purse and head out of her home when there was a knock at her front door. Slightly annoyed at the inconvenient timing of the visit, the blonde haired woman tossed her purse on a nearby chair and walked towards the door while finishing putting on her jacket. To Bambi’s surprise, her visitor was none other than Montel, holding a large bouquet of flowers in his right hand and an apologetic look on his face. “Hi, baby. Look, I know by the fact that you’ve been ignoring my phone messages that you’re probably still pissed at me. Why don’t we put that whole talk behind us and go out on the town tonight?” Montel said with a sorrowful look appearing on his face. Bambi thought briefly of grabbing the flowers and shoving them hard in Montel’s face but decided against it. If she wanted any kind of career in the area, she would have to, on the surface, pretend to get along with some of the movers and shakers in the area. Nodding slightly, she took the flowers from Montel and went into the living room to find a vase to put them in. “Ouch!!!” Bambi exclaimed as she felt what seemed to be a thorn jab into her right index finger as she was putting the flowers into a blue and white vase. Quickly setting the vase down, she reflexively brought the injured finger to her mouth even as, a second or two later, Montel moved into the living room to help her. “Just a second, baby. I got something that will fix that right up in no time at all. My trainer Jack uses it for me when I get a cut over the eye during a fight. It’ll seal that right up in no time flat though it might sting for a second or two,” Montel said in a soothing voice. “Uhhhh, thanks. That’s nice of you to do but….. uhhhhh, I feel kind of strange. What, what was in that spray?” Bambi exclaimed even as she found her vision start to go blurry and she felt her limbs growing weak as if the strength was draining out of them. She glanced at Montel, who seemed not the slightest bit surprised by Bambi’s distress, and then at her injured finger. If she didn’t know better, she would have sworn that it was swelling somewhat….. a fact she took with her as she blacked out and slumped to the floor…. An unknown amount of time later………… “……..are you sure that you sprayed the lovely lady with the fragrant fluid I provided, Montel? She doesn’t look like she absorbed the substance in its entirety,” Bambi heard a man say who she was fairly certain was Jack Kingston. To her alarm, she found she couldn’t speak and her body seemed mostly unresponsive. Her eyes worked fine but the area she was in seemed completely unlit and she was unable to figure where she was exactly. “I sprayed her finger with it, Mr. Kingston. I would have used more of that substance on her but her phone started ringing and I figured she might be expecting a visitor at some point. Figuring I didn’t have a lot of options, I took her with me to the gym here and after making sure she wasn’t going anywhere, I called you,” a man Bambi recognized as Montel replied with a voice that was far less confident than the promoter. “Spray…..?…..Montel?!!!…..what…..What’s going on?…… you assholes better let me go soon if you know what….. uhhhh…. geez, I feel weird………” Bambi thought as she tried to figure out what was going on even as pangs of pure pleasure continually interrupted such thoughts. “I must admit, my prized pugilist, that I had not anticipated this situation when I approached the wholesome woman to arrange our next latex lovely. Nevertheless, we must deal with the present predicament in a fast and final way to resolve things expeditiously. Since you didn’t complete the dollification deal earlier, this means that you’ll have to complete the titillating transformation on a more personal basis. After you place the camera and mirror in the arena opposite the main subject of our debate, it will be time for you to divest yourself of your garments and initiate the intimacy after preparing properly,” Jack said exuberantly with his usual style of alliteration and overcomplicating a situation. “I guess you’re right, Mr. Kingston. Are you sure that this has to be completed by the way you mentioned? It just seems that it, uh, well, it doesn’t seem right to do things this way,” Montel said even as the African American boxer was lifting what seemed like an oversized object into the ring opposite Bambi. “Montel, I admire your sense of propriety but the passage of time has eliminated all other options. Once you’ve fulfilled your obligations, we shall talk about your upcoming phenomenal combat inside the very ropes you are entering at the present,” the promoter said in his usual bombastic way even as he moved to a nearby wall and flipped on a light switch. Jack, after flicking a tiny spot of dirt off his custom tailored jacket, moved over next to the ring at that point and pulled out what looked to Bambi like a handheld camcorder. “What the hell is going on here?……. Why can’t I move?…… or talk?…… and why do I feel so strange?……. uhhhh….. oh…… oh,no!…. no!….I……I…. I’ve been turned partly into….. A LOVE DOLL!!!!” Bambi thought to herself before she focused on her reflection in the mirror now opposite her. She could see that her mouth was now a circular opening and sensed her teeth and tongue had disappeared completely with her mouth’s interior seemingly nothing more than rubber and latex. Her forearms and hands seemed to be transformed as well with the latter being the most noticeable. Bambi’s fingers appeared to have melted together to give the appearance of paddles normally seen on the cheapest of love dolls. However, she was only partially transformed as her chest still rose and fell with the slight breaths she was taking. Before she had a chance to further ponder her situation, Bambi saw Montel, who was dressed as though he was preparing to work out, strip down to where he was only wearing his boots and socks before accepting a tube of gel from the promoter Kingston. After dabbing a generous portion of the gel on his rapidly stiffening dick, Montel tossed the tube aside and moved over to the corner where Bambi was propped up. After a brief moment of pause during which Bambi saw the tiniest bit of regret register on his face, the boxer took the partially dollified woman’s right arm and tucked it under leg. Making sure the left leg was secured on the top rope behind her, Montel held Bambi’s right leg in the steely grip of his left hand and started to plunge his rock hard cock into her still human pussy. “MONTEL!!!….. Montel, what are you doing?…… why aren’t you helping me?…. oh… oh no…. you’re finishing the transformation, aren’t you?…… DAMN YOU, MONTEL!!…. DAMN YOU, MONTEL AND JACK, TO….. uhhhh….. I….. ohhhhhh….. fuck…….” Bambi though even as she felt herself quickly building towards an earth shattering orgasm. ...

Chrissy and Jack walked together down the quiet sidewalks of the main business district past the usual places couples stop at when shopping together. The two had been seeing each other for about fifteen months and developed a deeply passionate relationship which culminated in their recent marriage. However, the two were nothing if not adventurous when it came to the sexual side of their relationship and they mutually agreed to go out and find something to add a little extra spice to their nightly couplings. ...

Tricia shimmied and gyrated around the golden pole in the center of the stage while the music blared in the background and the customers sitting at tables around the stage whooped and cheered in approval. As the feature dancer at the Pussy Tails strip club, the blonde had performed her routine for what seemed like more than a thousand times. Nevertheless, every time an anonymous man wearing dark sunglasses with a smell of cigarettes around him stuffed a $20 bill into her G-string, she felt a rush of pure adrenaline. “I think next time I’ll work a little Flock of Seagulls music into the act…. or maybe that song with the chick who dumps the bucket of water on herself at the end….” Tricia thought to herself as she did a split eagle on the varnished stage floor while running her hands along her body in a seductive manner. Five minutes later, Tricia skipped happily off the stage to the change rooms in back accompanied by the cheers of an appreciative audience. As she sat down to start removing her make up, her friend and fellow dancer Gwen came up behind her and gave her an affectionate squeeze on the shoulder. " Hiya, sexy. How’d the show go tonight? " Gwen chirped happily as she looked at the two’s reflection in the mirror with other dancers moving around in the background in a busy room. " Not bad… not bad at all. Lester was back tonight looking happy as always and stuffing $ 20 dollar bills in my G-string as usual, " Tricia said as she started to wipe off the layers of make up applied on her cheeks and around her eyes. " It could be worse…. Jack was in yesterday night and kept trying to shove quarters in my outfit like I was some sort of moving slot machine, " Gwen said which elicited great peals of laughter from both women. " Well, as long as they don’t stagger onto the stage and try to grope me for free, I can live with them…. at least until a chance for a better life comes along, " Tricia said as she took off the robe she was wearing and starting slipping on her white silk bra and panties. " Oh yeah, that reminds me. One of the customers wants to talk to you about a business opportunity and left his card with his phone number for you to give him a call. I don’t think he’s one of those nutbars who come in here looking for a weekend of kinky sex either. He asked the bartender Jack if there were any blonde dancers working at the club and when he was told you were the only one, he gave Jack this….." Gwen said handing her fellow dancer a small white card. MBNCK & ASSOCIATES - ADULT ENTERTAINMENT REPRESENTATIVES was typed in bold ink on the card front with the name Melvin Piakowski listed in smaller letters along with a phone number next to it. Keeping men and women happy since 1997 was printed along the bottom of the card. " Myron…. sheesh… you think a guy who works in this kind of industry would change his name to make sound more…. manly, " Tricia said with a small snicker as she slipped on a white blouse and tan brown leather skirt. " Well, he seemed pretty serious with the people he talked to here at the club… tipped well to everyone waited on him… no obscene remarks about the dancers on stage though he liked what he saw… a pretty normal fellow by the looks of things…." Gwen said as she quickly put on her outfit for her next routine, which consisted of a flimsy nurse’s uniform that was buttoned only as far as her belly button with a silver stethoscope around her neck " Give him a call… couldn’t hurt…! " Gwen called out before heading out of the room towards the stage area, where hoots and cheers were already echoing in front of her. A few seconds later, the rest of the dancers headed out behind her in various type of outfits leaving Tracy alone in the room staring at the card. After several minutes, the blonde dancer tucked the card into the purse and stood up to go home for the night fairly certain she knew what to do…. ...

Mary sat patiently on the couch waiting for Bill to come out of the washroom. He had promised her an incredible night of passion and sex so she was willing to wait while he ran a few errands. She noticed he had set up a video camera opposite the couch she was sitting on with several boxes sitting on the floor next to it. " Bill probably wants to tape our upcoming night of fucking …I hope he’s got a six hour tape in there because I am damned horny tonight ! " Mary thought to herself as she stood up and wandered over to the boxes on the floor with the intent of looking in them for any surprises Bill was planning for that night. ...

Janice was about as happy as she had been in a very long time. After many years of an unsettled livelihood, she had finally settled down with a wealthy and handsome man named Morgan Booker who lavished with attention and a lifestyle most people could only dream of. Between the frequent trips the two took to the four corners of the earth and the numerous expensive gifts Morgan brought home to her, she felt a sense of serenity as she reveled in her lifestyle. ...

Beatrix was, by all accounts, a very happy woman as she got dressed for another day. After disciplining several of the more willful sluts over the last few weeks and making examples out of a few for good measure, she was satisfied that they now knew their roles in her home and would think twice before displeasing her. The raven haired dominatrix was about to put on her usual catsuit when she spotted a package lying on a table nearby. “Hmm… that’s right… I forgot to open this up yesterday when it arrived in the mail. It’s the new boots and gloves I ordered online from that fetish web site, " she muttered as she tore open the box and pulled out the items in question. Nodding in satisfaction as she ran her hands over the smooth surface of her purchases, the dominatrix quickly stripped off her outfit and put on the latex hose and gloves followed by her white high heels. Beatrix walked over to a large mirror at the opposite end of the room and admired herself in the mirror. Of course, the mirror itself was yet another punishment the dominatrix had handed out to staff who had disobeyed her rules. In this case, she had caught Delilah and Tiffany, two of the first servants she employed, in her room trying on some of her outfits without Beatrix’s permission. To punish them, the cruel woman had them strip every stitch of clothes off their bodies before having them stand in a highly erotic pose back to back in the center of the room. Beatrix then took an aerosol can of gold paint and told the two they would be spending the next 24 hours posing as gold statues to remind them that things of value are to be admired and respected. After posing them with their backs arched, one arm hung seductively in the air and the other covering their respective pussies, Beatrix started to spray them with can after can of glittering gold covering the two from head to toe. Of course, Delilah and Tiffany realized too late that the coating was turning their entire bodies to gold. The look of horror on each of their faces when they realized the truth brought immense satisfaction to the cruel dominatrix, who got a large pane of glass out of her closet while waiting for the change to near completion. When she thought the process was about to finish, she took the glass and wedged it down so that the golden women’s ass cheeks would support it as well as give it an attractive and erotic framing. She then set it where she could gaze into it on a daily basis when dressing and be reminded how bad servants should be treated. “Well, should I go with the push-up corset or go with my black and red ‘punishment’ outfit for today? " Beatrix mused out loud as she looked through her closet. She had just picked out what she wanted to wear when she heard the approach of an unexpected vehicle at the front of the house. Pulling the curtain back on her bedroom window, the dominatrix saw two men get out of what was clearly a local police car and walk towards the front door. Seconds later, the doorbell chime sounded announcing the police’s arrival at the house. “DAMN !!! Just when I was going to do my daily disciplining of my servants, this has to happen. I wonder what they want with me anyway…. " Beatrix muttered to herself as she pulled on a satin blue bath robe. She decided to talk to the police right away rather than have snooping around and find things that would require more explanations. The dominatrix checked to make sure the robe covered up her nearly nude body before she headed out of the bedroom to talk to her guests. “….and I must admit I’m a little surprised that your superiors didn’t call me ahead of time so it would save you two the trouble of coming all the way out here, " Beatrix said serenely as she sipped her coffee and looked at the men seated across from her, Detectives Bouseau and Combs. “Well, our boss thought a personal visit to your home would clarify the whole situation about your niece Janice Delorteaux coming to live with you next week. It seems some of your relatives have complained that you live a deviant lifestyle which would have a detrimental effect on her way of thinking, " Bouseau said while looking around the expensively decorated living room. “My niece is 21 years old so I think she’s a little too old to be influenced by anybody’s lifestyle. Besides, I think the word ‘deviant’ would hardly apply to the way the way I live my life. While it’s true that I tend to dress more flamboyantly than some people are comfortable with, I also employee a large amount of local women as part of my staff and give generously to the local charities, " Beatrix said smoothly while smoothing out her left latex boot with her hands. “Yes, those are certainly not deviant practices. Nevertheless, we must…OOOFF!!…” Bouseau started to speak again before tripping on the imitation bear rug lying on the floor and stumbling into the large cabinet which fell backwards as a result of his weight. The cabinet fell into a set of doors leading outside causing the glass to shatter and fly everywhere which included into the side of a huge fish tank. The tank shattered sending water everywhere and fish flopping around on the water soaked rugs. “Clumsy fool!” Combs muttered at his colleague, who was busy picking himself up from the middle of the disaster he had created. He turned his attention back to Beatrix, whose expression was one tinged with shock, surprise and horror. “My apologies, Miss Beatrix, for the accident. If you’ll send the bill for the damages to the police HQ, I’m sure my superiors will take care of it,” he said with an apologetic tone. The detective then stood up and motioned his colleague towards him before looking at Beatrix once again. “Well, ma’am, we shall be going. If we need to speak with you again, I’ll try and make sure our superiors call ahead next time. Bouseau, let’s go!” he said trying to avoid any difficulties for now. The dominatrix watched with a smug satisfaction as the two men hurried out the door and off her property with great speed. “Well, that turned out better than I expected.. no awkward questions about missing staff… and they didn’t press me about my lifestyle. Of course, that idiot Bouseau is lucky he wasn’t one of my staff members when he caused this catastrophe. If he was, he’d be up on the wall as my latest object d’art….” she thought to herself as she looked over the broken glass and shattered wood before here. After summoning two of her staff, Beatrix sat down in a nearby chair and contemplated her day’s schedule. Sniffing the air, the dominatrix detected the odor of soup emanating from the kitchen area. “If Nina adds the special ingredient I asked her to, this should be a very memorable dinner indeed… " the woman said with a soft sinister laugh out loud. ...

“Hmmm, I have to admit I look pretty fucking good, if Mistress Bianca asks me, " Lily muttered quietly as she slipped on her black latex corset that complimented the matching panties and thigh high boots she was also wearing. During the week, Lily owned a flower shop that did a fairly good business selling to mostly up scale clients working out of office towers within walking distance of her shop. It was during one of these purchases that Lily first encountered Bianca. At first, Lily thought that Bianca was a fairly mild mannered woman who happened to prefer the company of women like Lily. The two women started dating shortly after their initial meeting and Lily quickly discovered Bianca had a different personality when they were not in public. Bianca had invited Lily to her place one night and after the two women had gone through about half of a bottle of excellent Canadian wine, Bianca had broached the subject of enhancing the sexual times the two enjoyed in several ways. The first thing Bianca had brought up was tying up Lily during the foreplay part of their intimacy and ball gagging Lily. Lily resisted a little bit at first but she soon found herself reveling in the sensations. The mild bondage was soon enhanced by latex and leather outfits and Bianca starting to insist that Lily address her as Mistress Bianca when they were alone together. As before, Lily hesitated some but found that her feelings for Bianca, as well as an inner desire for the submissive lifestyle, soon had her eagerly accepting the demands. In fact, Lily was into it more than she realized and found herself referring to her lover as her dominatrix name even when she was alone. “Ever since Mistress Bianca and I met, it seems like I’ve never felt more alive! The more she ties me up, the harder she paddles me or squeezes my tits, the more alive I feel! I shouldn’t be thinking and acting like this but damn it, I love it! I’ve never felt more alive!” Lily thought to herself as she slipped on a leather jacket and silver and black collar around her neck. Just over ten minutes later, Lily was in her silver Camaro heading towards a surprise meeting with Bianca at her home on the outskirts of the city. The two usually met for an entertaining evening for the last two months or so but Lily’s mistress had told her that she had work to do that Friday and they’d have to meet up later that weekend. Showing an impulsive side that she rarely showed in recent times, Lily intended to surprise Mistress Bianca and a small part of her hoped that Mistress would discipline her for her unannounced arrival with a combination of hard spanking, tight bondage and all sorts of sex. “Luckily, Mistress Bianca gave me a spare key to get into her place though I’m not sure why. If anything, I would have thought she would have given me a spare set of keys for handcuffs she wants me to wear during a hot session of pleasure and pain,” Lily thought to herself as she slowly pulled up to the home she was looking for. Parking her car on the street, Lily, wearing an ankle length rain coat to conceal her unusual outfit, made her way up the driveway to a side entrance where she used her key to let herself in. Peering around, Lily saw that the lights were on but there was no sign of her beloved Mistress. Pausing for a moment or two, Lily recalled that some of the “play rooms” had been built by Mistress Bianca to be sound proof so any screams of passion or other emotional outbursts might not attract unwanted attention from nosy neighbours. “I wonder if this is one of those times where Mistress Bianca does a little flagellation on herself like she hinted just after we first met. She mentioned something about practicing a strict self discipline regimen to make sure someone like me can understand the full range of pleasure and pain,” Lily privately mused as she quietly made her way to the door that led to the basement stairs. A minute or so later, Lily was in the basement and saw that the door to the room at the far end had light shining around the edges which indicated that Mistress Bianca was inside. Creeping up to the door as quietly as she could muster, Lily inched the door and peered inside to see what was transpiring. To her shock and surprise, Lily saw her beloved mistress was at the far end of the room with her back to Lily and was in the middle of ramming a strap-on deep into the pussy of a latex clad woman that was chained to the far wall and blindfolded as well. “You will take this and enjoy this, you miserable little slut! Mistress Bianca is all you need for pleasure and not some limp dicked asshole who claims to love you! You are lucky I allow you to lick my boots and kiss my ass after you dared to hesitate when I ordered you to submit and state your oath of obedience! Take this, you ungrateful slut,” Mistress Bianca exclaimed as she slammed her latex covered pelvis into the immobile woman several times for emphasis. “Ahhhh, yes, Mistress Bianca, I am nothing but an insignificant slut who deserves every bit of pain you choose to inflict on me! I will always do whatever you say as fast as I can possibly do! If I’m not fast, I want you to punish me again and again until this miserable excuse for a slave is worthy of you! Don’t, ohhhh, don’t send me away like you’re going to do with your, ahhh, your previous unworthy slave!” the woman cried out as tears flowed out from under the blindfold she was wearing. “Shut up! My plans with any one are none of your concern! Now, uhhh, after I’m done here, I’m going to put you into the vac bed for the rest of the night so you will know what it would be like to go for hours without the pleasure of my touch. If you don’t whimper too much, I may visit you and let you know that I am starting to forgive your insolent behavior! Am I understood?” Mistress Bianca hissed in response as she pushed herself against the woman one final time. Not wanting to hear or see anything else, Lily closed the door and made her way out of the house as quiet as she could muster. Back in her car, Lily drove a short distance before pulling into a deserting parking lot and stopping her car. Turning off the motor, Lily spent the next fifteen minutes or so sobbing continuously and occasionally beat on the steering wheel with her right hand. Finally, after her crying subsided, Lily rubbed away the ruined mascara around her eyes and drove the rest of the way home. “What do I do? What do I do now??!!” Lily moaned softly to herself as she went inside her home and flopped onto the nearest couch. After a half hour of quiet contemplation, the look on Lily’s face changed dramatically and she softly nodded her head as if she had come up with a revelation about her situation. “Time that things changed a little bit in our relationship,” Lily murmured with a voice that seemed to grow in assertiveness with every word and a tone that was unlike anything she had used in recent memory. ...

Author’s note: This story is based loosely on the classic horror film Night of the Living Dead with an ASFR spin to it now. There are themes of sexuality, profanity and nudity throughout this tale so if this bothers you at all, please move onto another story or site.Otherwise, enjoy ! Chapter 1: The calm before the storm The grass glistened with dew as the sun rose heralding the arrival of another day. A nearly deserted roadside hotel stood out from the mostly wooded area with only a single car parked outside. The road that ran in front of the highway was deserted with only the screech of black crows breaking the silence that pervaded inside. ...

(story continues from Night of the Living Dolls Chapter 9: The times, they are changing…. and so are the women…) Author’s note: This story is based loosely on the classic horror film Night of the Living Dead with an ASFR spin to it now. There are themes of sexuality, profanity and nudity throughout this tale so if this bothers you at all, please move onto another story or site.Otherwise, enjoy ! Chapter 10: A fight unlike any other ...

(story continues from Night of the Living Dolls Chapter 1: The calm before the storm) Author’s note: This story is based loosely on the classic horror film Night of the Living Dead with an ASFR spin to it now. There are themes of sexuality, profanity and nudity throughout this tale so if this bothers you at all, please move onto another story or site.Otherwise, enjoy ! Chapter 2: Bright Sky, Dark Changes ...

(story continues from Night of the Living Dolls Chapter 2: Bright Sky, Dark Changes) Author’s note: This story is based loosely on the classic horror film Night of the Living Dead with an ASFR spin to it now. There are themes of sexuality, profanity and nudity throughout this tale so if this bothers you at all, please move onto another story or site.Otherwise, enjoy ! Chapter 3: Making sense of a Plastic Nightmare ...

(story continues from Night of the Living Dolls Chapter 3: Making sense of a Plastic Nightmare) Author’s note: This story is based loosely on the classic horror film Night of the Living Dead with an ASFR spin to it now. There are themes of sexuality, profanity and nudity throughout this tale so if this bothers you at all, please move onto another story or site.Otherwise, enjoy ! Chapter 4: Escaping an Artificial Nightmare ...

(story continues from Night of the Living Dolls Chapter 4: Escaping an Artificial Nightmare) Author’s note: This story is based loosely on the classic horror film Night of the Living Dead with an ASFR spin to it now. There are themes of sexuality, profanity and nudity throughout this tale so if this bothers you at all, please move onto another story or site.Otherwise, enjoy ! Chapter 5: No Parking in the Inflated Zone ...

(story continues from Night of the Living Dolls Chapter 5: No Parking in the Inflated Zone) Author’s note: This story is based loosely on the classic horror film Night of the Living Dead with an ASFR spin to it now. There are themes of sexuality, profanity and nudity throughout this tale so if this bothers you at all, please move onto another story or site.Otherwise, enjoy ! Chapter 6: A Shrinking Circle ...

(story continues from Night of the Living Dolls Chapter 6: A Shrinking Circle) Author’s note: This story is based loosely on the classic horror film Night of the Living Dead with an ASFR spin to it now. There are themes of sexuality, profanity and nudity throughout this tale so if this bothers you at all, please move onto another story or site.Otherwise, enjoy ! Chapter 7: What Place is a Safe Place ...

(story continues from Night of the Living Dolls Chapter 7: What Place is a Safe Place) Author’s note: This story is based loosely on the classic horror film Night of the Living Dead with an ASFR spin to it now. There are themes of sexuality, profanity and nudity throughout this tale so if this bothers you at all, please move onto another story or site.Otherwise, enjoy ! Chapter 8: Voyages to Strange New Lands ...

(story continues from Night of the Living Dolls Chapter 8: Voyages to Strange New Lands) Author’s note: This story is based loosely on the classic horror film Night of the Living Dead with an ASFR spin to it now. There are themes of sexuality, profanity and nudity throughout this tale so if this bothers you at all, please move onto another story or site.Otherwise, enjoy ! Chapter 9: The times, they are changing…. and so are the women… ...

The room was completely still save for the quiet whirr of the air conditioning unit and the soft metallic sound that rose when the icy breeze blew across something metal that was in the shadows. With the wrenching open of the double doors leading into the room and the lights flickering on in response to the switch being turned on, the quiet was shattered by the entrance of two women. The first woman was a tall woman with bright red hair that draped just past her shoulders. Dressed in a shiny red leather body suit that matched her hair in color, she strolled across the floor with an energy that matched her look. With thigh high black boots that had six inch heels on them, the dominatrix gently tugged on the metal chain that she grasped firmly in her right hand with obvious impatience. Attached to the chain via a silver neck collar was a striking Asian beauty with flowing black hair and wearing only a skin tight black corset that seemed to cover only her midsection and left her sex and supple breasts exposed for admiration. Judging by the fact that she currently was staring down at the smooth tiled floor, it would be safe to assume that the chain and collar were part of a punishment for the dark haired woman. “Don’t dawdle now, Kwami. We have a lengthy procedure to go through if your punishment is to proper for your transgression,” the red haired woman said briskly as she stepped smartly across the floor. “Yes, Mistress Delilah. May I ask what exactly the punishment will be?” Kwami asked timidly. “NO ! …now go lie down on that chair until I return with the instruments needed,” Delilah snapped curtly at the cowering Kwami who immediately hastened to the black leather chair. Delilah attached her end of the chain to a nearby metal pole and left the room for several minutes. Delilah returned with a long thin wine glass filled with a red liquid in one hand and what appeared to be one of her ‘instruments of delight’ in her other one that consisted of a long smooth glass tube ending in a black leather handle. Kwami knew the prod was a constant in Delilah’s erotic tormenting of her loyal submissives. Delilah handed the glass to Kwami, “This is a wine for special occasions like this. I want you drink it all down in one swallow, lovely Kwami, and not spill a drop. If you fail to do so, your punishment will be even more severe,” she snapped. Kwami downed the entire drink in one gulp without spilling a bit much to her relief. Nodding in satisfaction, the dominatrix then pushed Kwami back on the chair and had her clasp the prod in her left hand before stepping back and unhitching the chain from the metal pole. “Now, my dear, we will conclude the punishment by reciting your mistake and then you will take the Oath of Pleasure,” Delilah said while running her hands over the firm breasts of the quivering beauty. “Mmmmmm..I look forward to it, Mistress Delilah..” Kwami whispered lustfully as her body writhed under her mistress’ ministrations. “Good! Now, Kwami, you were caught last tonight pleasuring yourself three times without my permission. You have accepted that you must be punished for such a transgression. The Oath of Pleasure must be recited by you and without hesitation. You shall begin your citing the oath now, Kwami!” Delilah snapped as she stepped back to a black end table with a controller sitting on it. Kwami, feeling a little flushed, began to recite the oath out loud that she had practiced in her mind all night long. As the minutes passed, her left arm drooped slightly and the smooth glass of the prod came in contact with her face. The contact excited Kwami as it made her think of the coming pleasure Delilah would give her and she misspoke the words of the oath near the end. Delilah shook her head, “I’m sorry, Kwami, you have failed in the reciting of the oath and must now suffer the ..PUNISHMENT!!” she shouted while pressing down a red button on the controller. The rod in Kwami’s hand shook as an electrical charge shot out of the prod enveloping her entire body. The charge combined with the wine she had just drunk produced a rapid change in Kwami’s body that surprised and shocked her. Her mouth, already open in surprise, froze in the shape of an O with her teeth and tongue seemingly melting away forming a smooth opening made of latex and rubber. Kwami’s skin swiftly changed from flesh to smooth shiny latex with seams running up and down her stiff arms and legs. Kwami would have screamed in horror out loud at the process but strangely she felt at peace as if waves of erotic pleasure rolled through her. The process quickly reached its conclusion as Kwami’s chest, no longer moving due to the ceasing of her breathing, was engulfed by the change. Her breasts swelled slightly outwards and became taught domes of plastic capped by bright pink nipples that stood out prominently. To conclude the process, a bright see through inflation plug grew out of the back of the newly created love doll for adding or subtracting air as he/she saw fit. For Kwami, the change was not just physical but mental as well. Her thinking was now that of an inanimate sex toy “Mmmmm… I hope someone uses me soon… I need to be owned… fuck me soon…. please……” the new doll thought solely of pleasing whoever would use her. Delilah, smiling an evil smile, crossed the room and picked up the newly created sex doll . After quickly stripping the doll of it’s clothing and collar and taking the rod from its left hand, she reached behind the doll Kwami and opened it’s inflation plug wide open. “Noooo…. why doesn’t she want to use me… please use meeee……” thought the doll as she slowly deflated before its’ thoughts slipped into darkness as its body became a limp form of plastic and latex. Delilah then folded the doll over her right forearm and walked out of the room humming a happy tune out loud. ...

Marilyn fidgeted nervously in her seat as she awaited the entrance of the company president into his office. She had been summoned her shortly after starting her work day at NMJ Manufacturing without any reason given. She nodded to a few acquaintances on the way to the office and glanced flirtatiously at a few others who had become more than ’ friends’ in the time she had worked for the company. ...

Monique looked around the dingy hotel room wondering how the heck she got talked into meeting Aaron at this hole in the wall. She figured that with a man of his impeccable taste and wealth, he could afford a room that looked a lot more expensive than this one. Sparsely furnished and a thin layer of dust visible on the aged window sill, it was the kind of place Monique wouldn’t have spent two minutes in usually. However, Aaron insisted they meet here for a romantic rendezvous and even sent along a fine bottle of white wine in advance to start off the weekend. Monique poured herself a tall glass of the wine and set it down next to the bed before she stripped off all her clothing save her very sheer black pantyhose. She sat down on the edge of the bed more than a little annoyed .“I could have jetted off to L.A. with Raoul this weekend but I let myself get talked into this supposed ‘romantic fantasy weekend’ idea of Aaron’s. If he wasn’t so flush with money, I’d send him back to the wife he so dislikes in a heartbeat!” she said softly to herself as she laid back on the bed and turned on the TV. After half an hour or so of flicking through the channels, Monique became restless and snapped off the TV. She looked at the clock sitting by her bedside and saw that Aaron was now a full 2 hours late for the romantic getogether. Grumbling out loud, she reached for the glass of wine she had poured and drank deeply savoring the taste . “If he doesn’t get here soon, I may just polish off this whole bottle of wine by myself. It’s probably the only fun I’m going to have this evening anyway,” she muttered to herself as she refilled the glass she had just emptied. As she laid back on the bed reveling in the exhilarating taste of the feeling, she felt a warm and strangely erotic feeling flowing throughout her entire body. The feeling continued to build and grow stronger by the second and she felt her left hand pushing itself inside her thin pantyhose to caressing her already damp sex. Her caresses became more rapid as the feeling of arousal spreading through became more intense. However, Monique also found her body becoming stiff and unresponsive to her thoughts. To her horror, she could see her skin changing before her eyes becoming artificial in appearance and her mouth tightening into an ovular shape. She tried to move her hands but they were frozen in place now with her right hand clutched around her waist’s mid section and her left one was stuck just lingering inside her pussy. “What the hell has happened to me?… Why can’t I move?…. I can still feel but I can’t speak!!…. damn!!!” thought Monique to herself as she laid on the bed unmoving and unable to relate her plight to anyone at all. After about another hour or so, Monique heard the hotel room door open and someone enter the room. After several seconds, she felt herself being picked up and stood in front of a closet mirror by… Aaron!! The evil grin on his face indicated that not only was he aware of Monique’s predicament but might have had a hand in it! “You see, my dear Monique, I became aware of your promiscuous nature and thought, with a little something I had my experimental drug division whip up, I might get a little revenge. Judging by your appearance, I see part 1 of my plan has worked out quite well indeed…!” “Part 1….????” the living doll shouted mentally at this last part. Aaron then withdrew a small vial from his pocket and poured into Monique’s open mouth “If I go through with Part 2 of my plan, I have to make sure that no one will ever recognize you so a final change is in order,” he said with a vicious tone. To Monique’s horror, she saw her body changing even more than before. Her hair seemed to disappear and flatten out till the hair was nothing more than painted streaks on her plastic head. She could feel her eyes growing wide and looking fake as was her entire face. Within a few seconds, her face resembled an inflated plastic head with painted on features. She saw her fingers and toes melt together becoming solid blades of plastic . Aaron smirked as he set the doll on the bed and took out a digital camera and laptop computer. After snapping a few quick pics, he set to downloading them to his portable PC. “I was so certain that this plan of mine would work that I posted an auction on FleeceBay and you would be the item for bidding.. a cheesy, plastic doll certain to go for not that much money. Let’s see… the high bidders so far are fellows named “badsunshine” and “psycho chicken”… well, there’s about 30 min left till the end. I’ll post these pics and see if I can add a bit to your final bid, my dear ..” he said chuckling to himself. After finishing the upload, Aaron sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Monique up into a sitting position and posed her head so that she could see the computer screen. “Well, my dear, let’s see who your new owner is… I hope he’s not as cheap as you are!” he said as the clock clicked down.. for Monique’s new home. THE END

The taxi slowed down as it reached a three story building to its’ right and pulled into a nearby parking lot. The cab stopped next to the side entrance and a dark haired woman wearing a rain jacket and carrying a bag over her right shoulder stepped out. After paying the driver, the woman stood for a minute and looked at the building pensively. Janice had been a model for about five years now working mostly for agencies in need of lingerie models for store ads though recently she had begun posing for several web sites that had people pay for sexy pictures of semi-nude women in pantyhose or other sexy garments. In fact, after her recent move to Canada, it seemed her services were more in demand than ever before. However, on this particular day, she had flown back to the US to do some work for a company she had never heard of prior to receiving an email from them. They had seen her work previously and were very impressed by her look in the pictures. They said they were looking for professional models to help launch a new lingerie line they planned to sell exclusively online and they wanted her to be the feature model. The company even offered to pay her airfare to the city where they planned to start setting up the promos for the products in question. " Geez, paid for my trip here… offered to put me up at a hotel… they must really be desperate for a model with nice tits and legs, " Janice said with a small chuckle as she entered the building and slowly walked up the stairs towards the indicated office. She was dressed in a tight fitting blue sweater with tan slacks and high heels that completed a look that emphasized her look and then some to any male onlooker. To her surprise, when she opened the office door of the place she was asked to go to, she found a woman waiting for her instead of a man. The office itself was rather unusual in that it had a fairly small reception area with only one chair for waiting visitors and a single door leading elsewhere on the left. “Ah, you must be Janice. My name is Kwami…… Kwami Lee. I’m the personnel and sales manager for M & D Acessories for this region. Take a seat and we’ll discuss the proposal we emailed you about earlier.” Kwami said gesturing towards the chair nearby. “Thanks. I have to admit your offer caught me a little off guard. Most of the time, I get a call on the phone or someone sees me in person with a modeling offer. However, your approach was unique and refreshing and I like that, " Janice said with a sincere voice. Kwami smiled when she heard the compliment. “Well, that wasn’t all me. I think if you accept the offer I’m prepared to make you today, you’ll find that M & D has that personal touch with all the people that work for it, " she said with a smile as she shuffled through some papers. " That sounds good to me. So, tell me, does this job you have in mind for me involve much in the way of traveling around to visit clients and such ? " Janice inquired as visions of spending many hours traveling to nondescript towns and forgettable people to meet flashed before her eyes. " No, not at all. We plan to use you as our feature model in launching our newest brand of pantyhose - Heavenly Hose. We’ll be posting pictures of you in our regular site seen by the entire web as well as a series that are a bit more erotic in nature for husbands thinking of adding spark to their marriages and such. Here’s a list of the financial terms of what we plan to pay you on a monthly basis. Take a look at the figures and let me know if they’re acceptable to you, " Kwami said handing the brunette several typed pages that looked to be fresh off a computer monitor. Janice leafed through the pages and nodded in approval at what she saw. " Well, it all looks good from what I see here. Is there somewhere you want me to sign ? " the model said looking at the company associate with a friendly expression with dollar signs flashing before her eyes. Kwami nodded and got out a contract from her desk. Handing it to Janice along with a pen, she indicated to the model where she wanted her to sign. After all the t’s were crossed and i’s were dotted, Kwami put the contract on her desk and walked over to the door on the far right. " Welcome to M & D, Janice. As your first part of your job, I need you step inside this room and disrobe entirely before putting on our newly designed panties and pantyhose along with a pair of high heel shoes and nothing else. Once you’re ready, push the button marked ON and that will activate the video camera on the other side of the room. The camera is connected via the internet to our company HQ, who want to see how new models look modeling the merchandise in a more ’ intimate’ basis than still pictures. It sounds a little strange but…. " Kwami said handing the model several packages and what looked like a TV remote on top of the pile. Janice nodded as her face took on a broad smile. " Believe me, I’ve been asked to a lot stranger stuff than this in my past modeling jobs. I just hope the people at the other end can stand how steamy it can get when I start posing for a camera, " she said with a sultry look in her eyes. " Steamy will be one way of putting it by the time everything is all done, " Kwami thought to herself as she ushered Janice into the room in question and showed her where the camera was and the area she should stand in when posing for the audience on the other end. She then wished the model well before leaving the room and closing the door behind her. Once she was alone, Janice quickly doffed her attire and set it on a nearby chair before unwrapping the lingerie she was to wear. She first slipped on a lacy black panty that were daring to say the least. A pair of shiny, tan colored pantyhose followed after which Janice slipped on a pair of white high heels with clear plastic straps. After checking her appearance in the mirror mounted on a nearby wall, the model walked over in front of an ordinary looking chest and faced towards the video camera that looked to be hooked directly into a nearby computer. " Well, whoever you are, I hope you like the show I’m about to put on, " Janice said softly as she depressed the button Kwami indicated on the control. As soon as the model hit the red button, she felt a surge of pleasure through her body that seemed to be emanating from her pantyhose’s waist band. Janice moaned softly out loud despite trying not to in front of her invisible audience whoever they were. After taking a second or two to gather her thoughts, Janice started to slowly sway back and forth in place while running her hands up and down her body in rhythm to music she was humming mentally to herself. As she gyrated and ran her hands through her hair and seductively over her thick red lips, she swore the feeling of pleasure she was experiencing was getting stronger by the second. " Hmmm….I wonder if they’ve built some sort of tiny computer technology into the pantyhose to give every woman who puts them on this kind of pleasure.. these guys might make a fortune….. " Janice thought to herself as she bent over and ran her hands down her legs in a slow, drawn out manner. As she went to straighten up, the sandy brown haired woman felt a little light headed for a second and put her right hand to her forehead. " Uhhh… sorry, whoever is watching, I’m a little off today… I must have ate too little for breakfast, " Janice said in the direction of the camera as she ran her right hand down her face and neck before putting it on her hip. Privately, she thought it might be a simple case of the nerves though she had done similar work in the past. After composing herself, Janice started to sway and shimmy as she was doing before in a very alluring way. After thirty seconds or so, the feeling of weakness returned stronger than before and caused Janice to put her hands on the bed in front of her to keep from falling to the floor in a heap. " Ummm…maybe… maybe we should postpone this audition or whatever you call it until tomorrow… I don’t seem… uhhh.. to be feeling too well… " the model muttered softly as her legs wobbled slightly from her lack of strength. Janice felt a wave of dizziness go through her along with other odd sensations she couldn’t figure out at all. She seemed to be sweating quite a bit more than usual as there was quite of a sheen appearing on her arms and across her chest. Receiving no response from her ’ audience’, Janice stood up straight and thought briefly of stepping out to see Kwami for a minute to explain her situation. However, the weakness she was experiencing was now accompanied by a numbness in her legs and they refused to respond to her thoughts in the slightest. The model leaned over and felt her legs through the sheer hose she was wearing. Janice was puzzled to find that her legs felt somewhat odd to the touch as if her skin was as smooth as the pantyhose now on it. " What’s going on here ? Kwami ! Kwami, could you come in here right away, please ? I think I might be having an allergic reaction to the fabric in this pantyhose, " Janice said as she leaned back against the chest behind her for support while she waited for Kwami to enter the room. As the seconds ticked by, Janice was puzzled by the fact that her host was not responding to her pleas for help. To compound her predicament, she saw that the weakness was spreading to all parts of her body and the sheen she had noticed before had spread beyond the edge of her pantyhose. It was at this point that the model noticed this glistening was in fact artificial in appearance and freckles she had always had around her waist were disappearing right before her eyes. " Kwami ! Kwami, get in here now ! Something weird is going on here ! " Janice shouted though her voice was much lower in volume than before. With panic starting to creep into her system, she tried to stand up again but found her arms were now just as unresponsive as her legs. She whipped her head around looking for someone or something that could help her out of her predicament but no help was evident. A moment or so later, the feelings of helplessness Janice became mixed with ones of sexual euphoria, which confused the model even more than she already was. Looking down, the woman saw that whatever was happening to her body was spreading rapidly and transforming her very being ! The model saw what looked like seams starting to become visible underneath the sheer pantyhose as well as along her arms as if her body was composed of sheets of latex or plastic sewn together in a factory. The smooth, glossy look was spreading upwards to her chest and shoulders with freckles, not to mention a small birthmark on her right breast, disappearing like stars winking out. At the same time, she felt an odd feeling building inside her as if her insides were being converted into nothing more than air or some sort of gas. Suddenly, Janice gasped out loud in pleasure in spite of her predicament as she felt her pussy suddenly clench tight on it’s own triggering what almost seemed to her like an orgasm. Moments later, her pussy opened into what felt like an ovular shape with the interior feeling like it was composed of the same material the rest of her was changing into. She sensed that her mound of finely trimmed pubic hair had disappeared just like her freckles and the area was now smooth and glossy like the rest of her was becoming. Janice moaned out loud once again as she felt her anus moving upwards by several inches before forming into the same O shape that her pussy was now in. It was then, like a lightning bolt out of the blue, that Janice realized what was happening to her. " A LOVE DOLL… I’M BECOMING AN INFLATED SEX TOY…. THIS CAN’T BE… HELP ME !…. SOMEONE, ANYONE, PLEASE HELP ME !!!!…… " Janice moaned out loud before her ability to talk vanished like her mobility. ...

This story is the sequel to She Loved To Be A Love Doll Alice bubbled with excitement as she drove down the highway to go home for the night. Jane was going to use the mysterious crystal she had brought home recently as part of an intimate night for the two and she was going to be the one transformed this time. Alice remembered vividly how she was transformed into an inanimate love doll the first time the crystal was used. She was unable to move and speak at all but this was more than adequately compensated for by the feelings of her latex form being caressed and fondled by her lover. It was the kind of experience that Alice would experience again and again if she could. After a short period of time, Alice arrived at her house and raced inside to get ready for the big night. She was about to go change into her most provocative outfit when she noticed that her answering machine was indicating a waiting message. When she played it back, she learned that Jane would be on her way home within the hour and that she had an exciting bit of information about the crystal to share with her. Giddy with excitement over the news, Alice quickly dressed herself in a slinky bright pink mini dress that ended just above her knees. She had just finished applying her perfume and makeup when she heard a door open and Jane’s voice calling out to her. " Hiya, sexy ! Have I got a surprise for you tonight ! Get out here so I can show you what it is ! " Jane shouted while dropping several bags on the floor. She had just thrown her car keys on a nearby table when Alice came rushing up and embraced her in a tight grip followed by a passionate kiss planted squarely on her lips. After several seconds of intimate caresses and probing, Jane disentangled herself from her lover and room mate and sauntered over to the blue couch nearby which she plopped herself onto. She leaned over and started showing Alice all the little items she had picked up for the night. However, Alice was more than a little impatient and started poking through Jane’s parcels with a single minded purpose. When she came across the black leather box she was looking for, she almost squealed out loud with delight as she pulled it out of the box. Jane shook her head in slight disappointment. " Well, I can see you’re in a one track frame of mind tonight. I guess now would be a good time to tell you about what I’ve been doing today. I decided to do a little experiment with the crystal while I was at work to see if I could make things more fun, " the dark haired beauty said as she grabbed the box out of her lover’s hands. " I took the crystal into a local diamond dealer who was also an expert in cutting jewels. I got him to examine the crystal without telling him the secret to it and asked if it was possible to split the crystal into two equal parts. After he went over the surface meticulously for the better part of an hour, he agreed to do what I asked him for. Once he was paid, I waited for the better part of 15 minutes before he emerged from the back of his shop with two crystals. I had him put the new crystal on a silver strand like the original and here we are, " Jane said opening up the box to show her lover the result. Alice’s eyes opened wide as she saw two crystals nestled inside the box attached to separate necklaces. She saw the necklaces had tiny A and J engraved into the clasps of the jewelry pieces. She was going to take the necklace marked A out of the box when Jane abruptly closed the box and put it to one side. She then took Alice’s hand and made her sit on the couch beside her where she looked into her lover’s face with a trace of concern etched on her face. " There is one thing I want to point out to you before you start using the necklace. The effect of transforming the wearer into their stated desire that we saw or felt before may have been altered by my splitting the crystal in two. Until we know what exactly those effects are, you have to promise me that you won’t use your necklace at the same time I have. Do you understand, Alice ? " she said in a serious tone. " Uh-huh… I won’t use it while you’re changed into whatever you want to be. I promise.." Alice muttered though she was only half listening as her mind was racing with images of items she could turn herself into. She stood up and walked over to where they kept their video camera which they used often to tape their frenzied love making sessions. " Shall I set up the camera to film tonight’s little session of passion ? " she inquired while continuing to glance at her necklace. " Wait until I make a phone call to my sister-in-law Eileen first. She’s supposed to be coming to take care of the place in the next few days when we go to that big convention in Atlantic City and I want to make sure she has a key to the place, " Jane said as she picked up her cell phone and put her necklace to one side. Alice tapped her left foot on the floor impatiently while her lover chatted amicably on the phone with her relative. While she waited, she started to daydream about what form she would take on next. " Love doll ?…naah, already did that..mannequin ?…maybe..it’d be cool to be on display… another sex toy ? …oohh, so tempting…what to be.. what to be…. " she mused to herself as she let her fingers slide over the precious crystal. After what seemed like an agonizingly long period of time, Jane put down the phone and smiled. " Ok, everything’s all set. Eileen will be here the day after tomorrow and look after the place for us. I told her that a key to the place will be taped inside the mailbox in case we aren’t here to greet her. Now then, I’ll go to the bedroom and get everything started for the evening. For a change, why don’t you wait out here until the whole transformation process is done with ? I’ll leave the camera on so you can see the whole process later on like before, " she said with a sly wink. Alice pouted for a second as she really wanted to see the whole process from a different perspective but nodded in agreement. She watched as her roommate and lover walked slowly to the bedroom while letting one of her dress’ straps down from her shoulders in a seductive manner. Jane then stepped into the bedroom and closed the door behind her leaving Alice alone with her thoughts. Once alone, Jane quickly removed the rest of her clothing and placed them on a nearby chair. After turning the video camera on that was positioned opposite the bed, she climbed onto the bed and placed her necklace around her neck. She thought about assuming a position for the transformation but figured Alice would be too excited to even notice. As for the transformation itself, Jane had already decided on becoming an inflatable love doll like her lover had before. " Turnabout is fair play after all.. the way Alice ranted about the change, you’d think it was the first time ever she had sex… " Jane thought as she looked into the camera with a wry grin on her face. She then leaned back and started to chant softly while closing her eyes in eager anticipation. " I wish to be a love doll.. I wish to be a love doll…" Jane chanted out loud while laying back on the bed. After fifteen seconds or so, she could feel a change starting to happen to her body. Opening her eyes, she saw that her skin was starting to change rapidly from pink flesh to tan latex with no sign of freckles or blemishes visible anywhere. Seams were becoming visible all over torso running up and down her arms and legs. She could feel her ability to move or breathe was quickly dissipating with her breasts rapidly becoming rigid mounds of latex capped by bright pink nipples with seams forming around them. " It’s happening..I feel so good..I can see why Alice wanted to use the crystal again…. " Jane thought as she closed her eyes and reveled in the changes to her body as it completed its’ change into a lifelike sex toy filled with nothing but air. She felt her mind slipping into darkness accompanied by the feeling of the most intense orgasm that she had ever experienced that showed no sign of ending… After Alice heard no more noise coming from the bedroom, she quietly crept up to the bedroom door and opened it slowly. Her heart skipped faster as she saw her lover lying on the bed as a newly transformed love doll waiting for her to use her. Giddy with excitement, the blonde beauty stripped off all her clothing save for her own necklace and hopped up on the bed. She took the necklace off the doll and placed it on a nearby table to avoid puncturing the doll. Hoisting the doll up so that it was resting on its’ lower legs, the blonde beauty grasped it by the upper legs and poked her head between them. Looking up to see her lover’s face frozen in erotic bliss, she began to lap at the plastified pussy with her tongue reveling in the smooth surface it came in contact with. Alice spent the next few hours probing and caressing her lover’s body in ways very similar to what Jane had done to her before. After reaching yet another intense orgasm, Alice settled back on the bed with the doll straddled across her mid-section and both of them coated in Alice’s love juices. " My god, that was intense ! I thought we had fun in bed before but this..this was unreal ! I just wish I could experience what Jane was feeling right now.." Alice muttered out loud before she realized she had made a big mistake. She had made a wish with the necklace still on ! After thirty seconds or so, the transformation started and before she could do any more, it engulfed her entire body and changed her into a love doll as before. However, there was one major difference this time as now there was two lifelike blow-up dolls lying on the bed who both looked like Jane ! The only difference between the two was one wore a necklace with a large A engraved on it. ...

Chelsea glanced through a magazine as she sat on the couch and waited for Jack’s arrival. He had contacted her earlier that day to tell her he had figured out a way for her to enjoy her vacation without going on the trip she had planned. Chelsea mentally grimaced as she remembered how she had booked a trip for a 7 day - 6 night stay at a hotel in Haiti. However, the recent spate of hurricanes that swept through the Caribbean had resulted in severe damage to the hotel she had booked for the trip. Her travel agent had told her that she could rebook with another hotel but she would have postpone her trip for at least two weeks due to overbooking. Considering all the hassles Chelsea overcame in booking the time off from work, it pointed to Chelsea spending a winter vacation at home surrounded by snow and cold instead of sand and sunshine. “Jack certainly sounded like he had a good idea. As long as it’s not something tacky like some sort of thing where I use some sort of painted backdrop, soothing music and a tanning bed……” Chelsea thought to herself to she tossed the magazine into a nearby rack and stood up to go to the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. The percolator was just starting to issue steam when Chelsea heard the doorbell ring indicating Jack had finally arrived. When she opened the front door, Chelsea found Jack standing with what looked like a stack of long cardboard boxes and a long wooden item that had a tarp draped over it. “Turn that frown upside down, Chelsea. I’ve got something here that will make your time here seem like you’re on that sandy beach in Haiti,” Jack exclaimed while dragging the stuff with him inside. As Chelsea looked on with bemusement, she saw her friend quickly take various items out of the boxes and start assembling together with cursory glances at a set of instructions. The blonde haired woman’s amusement was quickly joined by a mental feeling of slight annoyance as she saw Jack was assembling what looked like a tanning bed with a painted backdrop of a summer beach scene standing behind it. “I know, I know, it’s not the same thing as fruit drinks and warm sea breezes but this is almost as good. I was trying to think of something to get you of your funk over your trip falling through when I found an offer that is almost too good to be true. There’s a new place in town, Tanya’s Tanning Salon, that was looking for women to take trial runs of a new tanning bed they were looking to use in the future. If you agree to sign this standard non disclosure agreement and do a few simple things outlined in the accompanying form, you get free usage of the tanning bed and a generous supply of body lotions and ointments. What do ya think?” Jack said as he handed one of the boxes to Chelsea. Frowning slightly, the blonde haired woman looked inside the box and saw that it contained roughly a dozen or so plastic bottles of various sizes and shapes. Popping open the top on one of the bottles, Chelsea took a quick sniff and found the aroma to be very pleasant. “Hmmmm, sounds like a good deal. There’s got to be some sort of catch to an offer like this…. there always is!” Chelsea muttered as she plucked a large bottle with red liquid out to see what the ingredients were. “Actually, that was my first thought too. However, I talked to the shop’s owner, Tanya Roberts, and she assured me that as long as you fill out the forms detailing your experience with the bed and lotions, it’s all free for you to use. I’ll swing by in seven days or so to pick up all this stuff and you can tell me at that point how wrong your assumptions were,” Jack replied with a broad smile appearing on his face. “Ehhhh, I guess so. If I get a bad burn or a skin rash from any of this stuff, though, you’ll be hearing from me first,” Chelsea said with a long look at Jack. Knowing what THAT meant, Jack silently nodded and quickly bade his friend good-bye. Chelsea looked around the boxes and equipment and sighed openly. “The things I get talked into sometimes….. ah, well……. " the blonde haired woman said softly as she kicked one of the boxes on the floor with her right foot. With that, she busied herself for the next half hour or so putting stuff in order before heading off to her bedroom to change into something more appropriate. Roughly twenty or so minutes later, Chelsea emerged from her bedroom wearing a red bikini cut high on the thighs trimmed in black and silver. Although she figured she wasn’t going to the beach, she may as well get into the spirit of the thing. “Let’s see, ‘apply tanning solution # 001 if you plan to use bed under 20 minutes otherwise # 002 is to be use. The lotions are designed to give you the maximum protection for sub-epidermal tissue while you achieve the fantastic tan you desire.’ This sounds ok so far…… " Chelsea said to herself before retrieving the bottle in question. Dabbling a generous portion on her right hand, she applied to her chest, arms and thighs before turning her attention to the tanning bed. Plugging the bright white apparatus in, she set a timer next to the bed and programmed it for 25 minutes. Humming a tune she had heard on the radio earlier that day, Chelsea, after putting a set of small goggles over her eyes, gingerly laid on the bed and closed the lid on her. ...

Liza looked around her home and decided everything was in order for tonight’s romantic meeting with Candace, her secret lover. Liza had been married for five years to Harold Bird, a man in his mid 30’s who worked in technical support for a local computer company. Unfortunately, Harold seemed more interested in his work than in spending time with her in any intimate way. After about eighteen months, Liza’s boredom led her to Candace, a single woman she met at a local coffee shop. ...

Janet was growing more than a little tired of the vanity of her room mate Patti and her constant obsession with how she looked. It seemed like Patti would spend half of every day primping in front of a mirror applying make-up or fretting over some minor imperfection. The blonde had inherited a fortune from her late father when he passed away two years ago and, as such, didn’t have to worry about where her next meal was coming from or paying her share of the rent. Although she and Patti had been friends since their high school days, Janet found her room mate changed a lot in attitude after receiving her inheritance. When Patti broke something now or had something go wrong, she’d leave a note for Janet not to apologize so much as to let her know what she broke and the money to replace it. If it wasn’t for the fact that Janet was struggling to make ends meet and needed Patti’s money to keep things together, she would have struck out on her own a long time ago. “Sheesh…you’d think she’d learn to pick up after herself…sheesh…” Janet grumbled as she picked up Patti’s underwear and shorts off the living room floor and carried them back to her friend’s room. A look of disgust crossed her face as she saw the mess that Patti had left in her room with various pieces of clothing as well as magazines strewn everywhere. Shaking her head, Janet picked up the stuff she was literally standing on and tossed it onto Patti’s bed. When she picked up one magazine, she stopped and glanced at the cover. It was one of those adult magazines where all the models depicted were extremely busty and posed in a series of shots that emphasized their ample sized chests. Janet saw that several of the classified ads that pitched bust enhancement creams had been circled by Patti with a red marker. “Hmmm… Patti wants to get bigger tits, does she? She sounds an awful lot like my boyfriend Alan, who is always bugging me to get breast enhancement surgery. He even said that he could get me the materials at cost from the company he works for if that would change my mind. Of course, when he found out that I worked at a rival manufacturing company that produced the same materials and I still wouldn’t have the surgery, he quieted down quite a bit,” Janet said as she tossed the magazine back on the bed and finished straightening up. About thirty minutes later, Patti came home carrying several shopping bags in her right hand while chatting away into a cell phone she cradled with her neck. After tossing her bags into her room, she went into the living room where she sat down on a chair opposite Janet with a happy look on her face. “Oh, Janet, I’m so happy. I met this really cute guy at a night club a couple of weeks ago and he is such a great guy. Great looking, cool place and a great sense of humor to boot. He’s even willing to help me out in making my body look better than it ever has before,” Patti said ruffling her blonde hair with her right hand. “Well, be careful. I know guys who have offered to help turn anyone they meet into their version of a living Barbetta doll only to move along when they get bored,” Janet said hoping to talk her room mate out of anything too foolish. Patti never let on that she heard Janet at all. “Oh, I think this guy is much more down to earth. He’s got a ton of money, a great paying job and is great in the sac. What more could a horny young woman want?” Patti said with a long chuckle at the end. Janet decided to drop the subject and let Patti prattle on about her plans for the rest of the day. Patti ate a light lunch before changing into the usual attire she wore when going to head off to the clubs. Janet bade her roomie a good night while she went to get ready for her date with Alan later that night. Janet was just in the middle of changing and deciding what outfit to wear when she heard the phone ring. A minute or two after answering, the brunette hung up with a sense of extreme frustration visible on her face. “Damn that Alan…. again he pulls this shit!” she hissed in response to hearing him cancel yet another date with her due to business commitments. It was the third time in the last two weeks that he had canceled at the last minute due to unforeseen circumstances and Janet was clearly vexed by his tendency to leave her hanging at the last minute. Grumbling mentally at the inconvenience and not feeling mentally like going out on the town like Patti had already done, Janet threw on her bath robe and sat down on the couch content to spend the night munching on popcorn and watching some movies she had taped recently. Later that night, Janet had dozed off on the couch for several hours when she was awoken by the sound of the apartment door opening. She sat up to see her room mate entering in with her usual big smile carrying a piece of paper in her right hand. Patti walked over to the fridge, got out a bottle of Canadian Ice spring water and walked over to her room mate almost skipping like a school yard kid. “That was the best date I have been on in a very long time. I’ve never been swept off my feet so completely…. every time we stepped on the dance floor felt like we were floating on clouds in perfect rhythm To make things even better, he’s going to arrange it for me to get bigger boobies and I won’t even have to go in some dumb old doctor to get it done. He’s given me the name of the place and time to pick up the stuff to give me big old titties… I even get to choose the way that I take the chemical. Isn’t that cool?” Patti said with a voice slightly slurred by alcohol. “Chemical….? That sounds a little hazardous by the sounds of things…..why don’t you convince your boyfriend to pay for a normal operation and save yourself any unnecessary hassles?” Janet said trying to convince her inebriated room mate to choose another path to her goal. “Pffff…. there’s no hazard at all to the stuff I’m going to use. According to Alan, he says the stuff is perfectly safe and I can use it as he gets it sent over to my place here. Whoof… I must admit he dances so well…. wore me out… hrrrrr…. " Patti mumbled as her eyes started to droop with the frenetic pace of her evening starting to catch up with her. “Your boyfriend’s name is Alan? Wow, that’s a bit of a coincidence to say the least. I wonder if your Alan has ever met up with mine especially since it sounds like they work in the same business. What do you think, Patti? Patti?” Janet inquired of her room mate before she noticed that Patti had passed out cold in the chair. Sighing out loud, Janet stood up and threw an afghan over her room mate’s slumbering body before heading off to bed herself with questions unanswered….. Over the next ten days, Janet worked quite a bit of overtime at her job and consequently saw very little of her room mate other than a wave the two exchanged from across the building parking lot as Janet left to go to work and Patti came home from partying all night. The only other contact the two had was the various Post-it notes that Patti would leave asking Janet to keep an eye open for a package or large envelope that would be coming via courier any day. “Patti’s looking for the stuff to make her boobs bigger already ? This Alan guy she’s seeing sounds just as anxious as mine…. hmmmm….” Janet muttered as she unlocked the apartment door and went to relax after another ordinary day at work. Before she could start preparing some stir fried rice for her supper, there was a knock at the door. When she opened up, she found a PPS delivery man waiting for her with a large cardboard box for her to sign for. After jotting down her signature, Janet took the package from the young man and closed the door behind her. When she glanced at the package, she saw it was addressed to Patti as she suspected it would though there was no return address listed on the front. Flipping the box over, she saw a stamp imprinted faintly on the wrapper which looked a lot like Krystov Research and Development, the company her Alan worked for. “Curious and curiouser….. " Janet muttered softly though an inner voice was starting to whisper to her that it was no coincidence. She put the package on the edge of the kitchen counter while she dug herself a bottle of wine out of the fridge. Unfortunately, Janet was a little clumsy when standing up from the fridge and her right hip made contact with Patti’s package sending to the floor with a loud THUMP !. Janet saw with dismay that the wrapping on the box had ripped open sending the box contents flying across the floor. However, she saw, to her relief, that none of the items inside appeared to have been damaged. Gently removing the box from the paper ( which largely remained intact), she started scooping the items in question. The first, a bottle of what appeared to be a milky white fluid with the the silhouetted image of a woman on the front, appeared to be the fluid that Patti had been waiting for. When Janet went to put the bottle back in the recessed slot for it inside the box, she noticed a white envelope sitting partly on top of the area. Curious to what was written and to answer her own unanswered questions, Janet opened the unsealed envelope carefully and looked at the note inside…… ...

Crystal waited patiently for the adult magazine photographer to show up and take the photos she agreed to pose for. She had done up her hair in pigtails to make herself look younger as the magazine had requested and had cleared out her bedroom in preparation for the shoot. She was about to call the magazine’s office and find out where the photographer was when the doorbell rang. Throwing a blue bathrobe over her nude form, she walked quickly to the front door and found a red haired woman waiting there with a black handbag hung over her right shoulder. " Hi, my name is Patricia and you must be the model the office has hired for today’s shoot. If you’ll show me the room that you’ve set up, we can start getting your beauty put on film," the photographer said as she shook Crystal’s hand while glancing around the home with a critical eye. Crystal blushed at the compliment and went to show Patricia her bedroom when she noticed the photographer had stopped in the middle of the living room and was unloading her equipment. “Ummm… the room which I set aside is up this set of stairs if you’ll follow me, " she said gesturing towards the stairs in question. Patricia smiled broadly while gently shaking her head. “Thanks but the bedroom portion of the shoot is for later. Right now, I want you to put on the outfit I brought with me so we can start doing the preliminary part of the shoot,” she said pleasantly as she handed Crystal a bundle of clothing. Crystal accepted the bundle with a puzzled look visible on her face, “I don’t understand. I thought you were going to take a series of semi-nude and nude pictures of me. I don’t remember in the contract I signed…” she started to say before Patricia held up her hand and motioned her to stop. “Don’t worry about it, my dear. In the contract, you agreed to a series of shots both clothed and unclothed against different backdrops. For this first series, I thought we could use the living room as a natural backdrop and you posing like a college woman getting home from class,” Patricia said as she started to set up the lights for the photo set. Frowning momentarily, Crystal decided to go along with Patricia for now though she resolved to have a look at her copy of the contract before it was all said and done. She went into the washroom for a few minutes and came out wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans, blue wool sweater and Rebike brand sneakers. Patricia nodded in approval and directed her over to the coffee table where she had stacked several text books in a pile. Over the next 45 minutes, Patricia shot several rolls of film with the photos ranging from Crystal posing sexily fully clothed to gradually removing articles of clothing until at the end of the shoot she was clad wearing only her sheer white bra and panties along with her sneakers. “Ok, Crystal, put on your robe while I get the equipment ready to be moved up to the bedroom and set for the other part of the shoot, " Patricia said quietly while taking down her lights and readying to go up the stairs. She paused to label each of the canisters that had film from the first part of the shoot before storing them in her camera bag. Before heading up the stairs herself, Crystal noticed a magazine logo on the side that didn’t look like the one that hired her for the shoot. It was of a nude woman posed rather strangely with the letters L and D written below it .Crystal figured that Patricia was a freelance photographer who took pictures for more than one adult magazine so she didn’t bother asking any questions. Once the two were upstairs, Crystal took off her robe and hopped up on the bed in anticipation of the photos. To her surprise, she saw Patricia pulling out a tall glass item with what looked like a dildo inside it. The photographer explained it was a device that allowed for the insertion of the dildo while at the same time kept her pussy in an O shape for those close-up steamy shots that were popular with readers these days. Crystal nodded though she personally had never heard of much less seen such an item before. The photographer then started to click away as Crystal seductively peeled off her bra and panties to reveal her luscious nude body. After a few shots ofthe brunette cupping her breasts and posing on her hands and knees staring hungrily into the camera, Patricia handed the glass toy to Crystal and told her to insert it slowly while she changed her camera film. Standing with her right knee on the bed and her left leg standing on the floor next to the bed, Crystal gingerly slid the dildo into her pussy and set the glass half on the bed. As the dildo entered her, she felt what she assumed to be lubrication on it making her feel quite good. She laid back on the bed and started to run her hands over her body in a seductive manner while Patricia clicked away. After a few minutes and Crystal’s mind swimming in the pleasure of the toy, Patricia stopped taking pictures and gently removed the toy from Crystal. Crystal pulled herself up on her elbows and, to her surprise, she saw that her pussy was still in the ovular shape that it formed when the glass was in it. She leaned forward and saw that, in addition, the edges looked different.. artificial in nature. " Ummm..Patricia… something’s wrong… I think I’m having an allergic reaction or something due to that glass toy..” Crystal said in a worried voice. She tried to pull herself to her feet but found she didn’t have the strength to so as she fell back onto the bed. Patricia continued to click away " No, it’s not an allergic reaction to the toy’s lubrication. In fact, I would say that it’s working just like it’s supposed to, " she said somewhat smugly. “Working…I don’t understand what you mean… I feel funny..so strange..” Crystal said a bit perplexed as she saw her legs were becoming rather shiny in appearance. She tried to pull them up for a closer look but to her despair they just wobbled in the air before dropping back out of sight. It was like there was no longer any muscles in them and they were just hollow tubes dangling there. Patricia smirked as she put down her camera for a second and pulled a small green tube out of her camera bag next to her. “This is a product known as Dollergel, a rather unique and highly specialized lubricant. I’m not sure how it works and even if I did, I’m not sure you’d want to hear it in your present condition,” she said as she waved the tube at the model lying on the bed. “Doller…doll..gell…I… I don’t understand…what….” Crystal sputtered as she struggled to comprehend what has happening to her. She could see the shininess that was visible on her legs was spreading up her hips and lower torso along with the feeling of little to no strength in that area. Crystal could also see her legs slowly spreading apart of their own volition and refused to respond to her thoughts. Patricia smiled as she put down the tube and resumed taking pictures of Crystal, “To make a long story short, the lubricant converts living flesh into a specific inanimate material and shape… as the name indicates, you’re being transformed into an inflatable fucktoy… love doll.. whatever I want to call… you ! " she said with an evil grin. “LOVE DOLL!..WHAT..WHAT?…WH..WHAT…DOO….YO….?… " Crystal gasped with some difficulty as her ability to speak was rapidly deserting her. She could see seams forming along the sides of her body now as well as running across her lower abdomen. She fell back on the bed flat unable to support herself any longer with her arms, which were taking on the same look of consistency as her legs had. If that wasn’t bad enough, thoughts of herself being treated and used like a sex doll were starting to permeate her rapidly dwindling conscious thought. Crystal could no longer talk or even breathe at all and saw that her lovely breasts had been claimed by the process turning them into two mounds of semi rigid latex and rubber capped by bright pink nipples and surrounded by the seams that she had seen before. Crystal’s head fell back as she was unable to control it like the rest of her body. Her mouth slowly opened of its’ own accord forming a sultry ovular shape with the interior consisting of nothing more than soft rubber. Her eyes were the last parts of her body to be changed and they tracked the woman who had done this to her as she put down her camera and climbed on the bed with the nearly completed sex toy. “You bitch… if I ever return to human form again, I’ll make you pay!…. " the doll thought as its’ eyes changed to nothing more than painted features on its’ face. It laid there as Patricia ran her fingers up and down its’ soft surface pausing to caress the doll’s breasts and brushed her right hand up against the doll’s inviting pussy. Crystal would have screamed out loud at the pleasant sensations she was feeling but as a doll she laid in silence. “If I had known that Woman-to-Doll magazine would be so fun to work for, I would have gone to work for them a long time ago instead of winding up being part of a merger with the mag I used to work for. A great studio for the models to set up in advance of the shoot, a careful process to pick the models to avoid future hassles and so on. Now, one last shot….” the photographer said happily as she climbed off the bed and stood the doll up so it was half sitting on the bed. She retrieved the toy from before and inserted into the doll’s pussy once more though it was much easier this time. Patricia then positioned the doll’s right hand so it was clutching the glass tube and put the doll’s left hand on its’ hip. “This will be great for a cover shot… better get it done before the guys from WD magazine come by to pick her up. She’s part of a promotional giveaway with this photo spread.” Patricia chirped as she snapped two or three pictures of the posed doll. However, when she went to put her camera away, it slipped out of her hand into the bag as she found her strength was draining away. When she looked at her hands, she saw to her horror that they were taking on the same look and appearance as Crystal’s. Patricia looked down as she sagged to her knees and saw a tiny warning label on the side of the tube….. ...

Jessica was more than a little bored as she puttered around the house on a warm summer day. Wearing a very sexy white bikini with matching sandals, she poured herself a glass of lemonade as she wandered around her spacious two story home. Her common law husband Bill was busy at work as head of production for Sexy Toys, an adult novelty supplier which shipped products all over the world mostly from internet orders. He even brought home samples of new lines of products they were shipping to show her and occasionally asked her input as to what she thought would be good ideas for future items. In fact, just a few weeks ago, she had suggested to Bill that the products Sexy Toys sold needed to look more realistic in size and proportion when sold to the public. For example, the inflatable dolls that the company sold were crudely done and bore little resemblance to actual women. Bill had nodded in agreement and told her he would pass along her suggestion to the R & D boys to see what they could do. After that, Bill said very little to her about that save for the day he took several pictures of her in the nude with his digital camera with a broad smile on his face. When Jessica asked what he was planning to doing with the pictures, Bill winked and replied in a cryptic voice that she would find out soon enough. Mulling that over, Jessica walked into the room that doubled as the spare bedroom and as a storage area for Bill’s work when he wanted to look it over at home. She peeked into various open cardboard boxes looking over the brightly packaged novelties of different shapes and sizes. After looking around for about fifteen minutes or so, she was just heading out when she noticed a brightly colored package stuck almost completely under the bed. “Hmmm… I wonder what this is..? " Jessica said out loud as she bent down and pulled the box out to have a closer look at it. She gasped out loud at the sight that greeted her with equal parts shock and surprise in her voice. Depicted on the cover of the cardboard container was a picture of her naked in a very erotic pose with her name in big letters on the bottom right. Looking over the description, it quickly became obvious to Jessica that the box contained one of those lifelike love dolls which were very hot sellers these days. “I guess I know now why Bill was taking those pictures of me the other day. Well, I may as well see what I look like as a sex toy… hee hee. " Jessica said with a laugh as she pulled off the box lid and peered inside. To her disappointment, the only items in the box consisted of a bright yellow inflation pump and another device which she was totally unfamiliar with. “Gee, what does this thing do ?” Jessica wondered out loud as she examined the small plastic unit that has a small wire leading out of it. When she flipped it over, she saw there was what appeared to be a rotary dial on the left with numbers 1 to 5 written above it. On the right was a brief description of the item in question: ...

Pamela arrived home for another day of work as head scientist for Kinetic Futures, a company that manufactured and sold everything from adult sex toys to chemicals for water purification and experimental use sold exclusively to the US and foreign governments. She took off her jacket and walked over to where her answering machine was and checked to see if she had any messages. The serene look on the blonde quickly dissipated as she heard the sound of her boyfriend Jack’s voice become audible. Jack had left a message saying he wouldn’t be able to go skiing with her that weekend as he had to go out of town on business but he’d try and be back by Monday at the latest. “Well, this sucks. It’s Friday night, my plans are shot all to hell and I’ve got a weekend to kill… what the hell am I going to do now?” Pamela fumed out loud as she tossed her purse on a nearby chair and headed into her bedroom. After glancing over her mail, which mainly consisted of bills and junk mail, Pamela took off her work outfit and headed off to take a quick shower before making her plans. A short while later, Pamela was seated on the couch in her living room wearing her blue terry cloth robe holding her head in her left hand while leafing through a magazine with her right hand. Several minutes later, she tossed the magazine onto the coffee table in front of her and sat back on the couch to think. After a minute or two, a mischievous smile appeared on Pamela’s face as an idea crossed her mind. Hopping off the couch, she hurried to the room she set aside for work related matters as well as samples of products she was helping to develop in the lab. Pamela sorted through several cardboard boxes that were marked for various items being researched for different clients. After going through several stacks, she came to one at the bottom that was already open with XPMT # 10001-ADST/L marked on the front in big letters. ...

If there was one activity Erika liked on a typical weekend morning, it was putting on a sexy bathing suit and luxuriating by her pool to work on her tan. Her husband Steven, a well known producer and director of Hollywood films, was currently in Toronto shooting “Metal Birds 4 : Death From Above” leaving Erika by herself to do as she pleased. She used to hit the club scene pretty heavily on weekends like this but the drugs and alcohol that pervaded the atmosphere frightened her on some level. With most of her friends away for the weekend or recovering from Friday night binges, Erika was busy putting her plans in order of getting a fabulous tan in the warm sun. She slipped on her favorite bikini, a bright red and silver suit cut high on the legs with a top that showed off ample cleavage, and headed to the pool patio area with a spring to her step. Erika laid out a long, white beach towel on one of the pool chairs and put a bottle of suntan lotion on the table next to it. The brunette set a bottle of chilled Canadian spring water next to her chair before sitting down and starting to liberally spread the lotion over her arms and legs while dabbling a generous amount around her boobs. Laying back in her chair, Erika flipped down her designer sunglasses and was about to start working on her tan when she grumbled out loud and abruptly sat up in the chair. Reaching behind her, Erika quickly untied her top and put it to one side leaving her impressive tits to bounce freely. She then settled back and let the warm rays of the sun beat down on her lithe body as she basked in its’ warmth. However, roughly twenty or so minutes later and much to her consternation, Erika heard the buzzer sounding indicating someone was waiting at the front gates of the property. “This better not be Melanie wanting me to go pick up her boyfriend Don from the police station after he got drunk on a Friday night yet again. Don’s been such a jerk since his TV show got canceled….” Erika thought to herself as she swiftly sat up, retied her top and threw on a bath robe. Throwing on a pair of white sandals, the brunette hurried down to the entrance determined to get rid of whoever it was that interrupted her day. When Erika got to the gates, she found a large light blue van parked in front of it with the image of a pool with a blonde bikini clad woman laying next to it and POOLS ‘R US - POOL CLEANING AND PRODUCTS was written below it. Standing next to the van was a brown haired mid 20’s man dressed in blue and white overalls with a clipboard in his right hand. “Sorry to bother you, ma’am, but your husband, Mr. Soderberg, contracted my company to perform maintenance and cleaning on your home’s pool. It shouldn’t take more than an hour or two for me to finish my preliminary work and then you can get back to enjoying your Saturday morning,” the man said, whose name tag read BRIAN, as he handed a clipboard to Erika through the bars in the gate. “It’s just like Steven to arrange something without telling me about it. When he gets back from Toronto, we’ll be having a little talk about communications and such.” Erika thought to herself as she looked over the papers on the clipboard and nodded in approval. “Well, everything looks to be in order. How long will it be after you’re doing cleaning before the pool is available for use once again? " Erika said while silently letting her eyes wander over the man’s well built physique. “Actually, that’s something I was going to mention to you. My company has developed a new chemical similar to chlorine but allows pool owners to use the pool only ten minutes after its’ addition to the water with no possibility of skin rashes or other such things. Furthermore, our new product is guaranteed to make the owner feel better after using the pool for a swim or they get the next treatment free,” Brian said with a warm smile. “I might test that guarantee if you want to stick around for fifteen or so minutes after you’re done if you’ve got the time to spare,” Erika said fluttering her eyes seductively while she swung the gate open courtesy of an electrical switch. “I think I can do that, ma’am, no problem at all,” Brian said cheerfully as he strolled back to his van and hopped in the front seat. A minute or so later, the motor roared to life and the van drove by a bemused Erika, who figured her day might be more active than she first thought. Five or so minutes later, Erika stood by one end of the pool and watched as the pool cleaner brought up his equipment next to the pool. By the looks of it, everything seemed fairly routine except for a large plastic bottle containing a clear green liquid and no labels visible anywhere. She was going to ask what Brian was planning to do with the bottle but figured she’d find out soon enough. As the brunette looked on, Brian did the usual pool cleaning chores such as skimming the water, checking the drains and filters and taking a sample of the pool water to check it’s PH level. As he went about his work, the pool cleaner and Erika engaged in small talk about each other lifestyles. It was during this chat that Erika learned that the pool cleaner had in fact just recently graduated from a college in Europe and was working in America on a temporary basis. “Once six months are up, I plan to open up my own business in Eastern Europe using my savings from working here and the knowledge I picked up in college,” Brian said with a confident smile as he put some of his equipment in the van and pulled out a set of rubber gloves which he quickly pulled on. Erika arched her right eyebrow when she saw the cleaner don the gloves and walk over to the bottle of green fluid. “Ummm, I don’t mean to bother you but is that stuff you’re about to use toxic in any way? I’m planning a pool party here next week and I don’t want my guests to get sick after they go for a swim,” she inquired while glancing at the bottle in question. “No, no, don’t worry about it, Ms. Soderberg. The owners of POOLS ‘R US assure me that the cleaning solution I’m about to add has been tested thoroughly before we started using two weeks ago and they guarantee there is no side effects possible. If you’re still not sure, I could use our routine cleaning solution today for your pool and save the new stuff for your neighbor down the road…. Karel something or other, " Brian said with an understanding voice. “Karel Swarzenburger ? The famous movie star from Europe who is always talking about his movies being mistranslated when brought to North America and is always bragging how his estate is his area of perfection to compensate for it. If he got the new stuff in his pool, he’d brag about it more than all his acting awards,” Erika thought to herself before turning to the waiting pool man. “Go ahead and use the new stuff, Brian. I’ll be inside making a few phone calls and doing some chores. When the pool is ready to be used, please signal me and I’ll be right out,” Erika said with a smile before turning and heading back to her house. Thirty or so minutes later, Erika was just finishing paying her bills online when she heard a tap at the patio door. Seeing Brian standing there, she headed back to the pool area where she quickly doffed her robe and walked over to the pool’s edge. “Ummm…. Brian, where’s that green stuff you were adding to the pool water? Did you change your mind on the additive?” Erika inquired of the pool cleaner, who was bent over gathering up some hoses and other equipment he had out. She had seen the water looked the same color as it did before with no change in appearance at all. “No, ma’am. In fact, I added the ingredient about twelve minutes or so ago so the pool should be perfectly safe to use, " Brian said reassuringly. Nodding slightly, Erika gingerly stepped into the pool and slowly let her bikini clad body slip below the surface of the water. As the brunette swam slowly from one end of the pool to the other, Erika felt a tingling sensation build through her body starting at her feet and toes and spreading rapidly elsewhere. However, when she looked at her hands, they looked perfectly normal other than a bit smoother than normal. “Oh, I forgot to mention. The new addition is supposed to act like bath salts and invigorate the people swimming in it like nothing they’ve experienced before,” Brian called out upon seeing the perplexed expression on Erika’ s face. “Ok, I understand though this is…. ooooh.. much more intense than bath…. uhhhh…salts, " Erika murmured as she flashed a smile at the handsome pool cleaner. She wondered to herself if Brian might be available to visit her on these type of weekends when her husband was away. He could clean the pool or keep her entertained in other ways that would be just as satisfying, she mused. It was with these thoughts going through her head that Erika, after five or so more minutes of leisurely swimming back and forth, made her way to the right end of the pool and pulled herself out. The tingling she was feeling grew stronger over the time in the pool to the point she was moaning softly out loud in enjoyment. Erika was so wrapped up in the sensations she was experiencing that she was oblivious to the fact that her bikini had completely disappeared leaving her toned and naked body exposed for all to see. Judging from the expression on Brian’s face, he was aware of the bikini’s disappearance though he was strangely silent. “Brian, I feel so strange now. Is there something else you… you forgot to tell me? " Erika said as she walked slowly over towards the cleaner with a noticeable shine starting to become evident on her arms and legs. “Well, there is the part where the additive changes the subject into an inflatable toy depending on a variety of circumstances. In your case, I think you’ll make a very attractive love doll, " Brian said as his smile turned decidedly evil in nature. “Whaat??? You…. you bastard !…..I…I…. uhhhh….” Erika shouted as she raised her right arm up as if she was going to hit the pool cleaner with her left arm raising upwards to cover her exposed nudity. However, it was at that moment that her mobility faded completely and her arms frozen in the positions she had moved them into. Erika’s shouts of protests quickly shrunk to whispers as the water’s effect took more of a pronounced effect on her body. The shine that was first visible when she stepped out of the pool was quickly spreading throughout her body with blemishes and freckles vanishing as if there was an invisible eraser being used on them. The mound of finely trimmed pubic hair on Erika’s torso receded quickly before vanishing altogether as the area became just as smooth and glossy as the rest of her was becoming. Seams started to become apparent along her arms, legs, waist and around her waist which made it appear that Erika’s body was nothing more than sheets of latex sewn together by a factory machine. While Erika’s outside was rapidly changing, she sensed her interior was changing just as rapidly. She felt a growing sense of lightness as if she had nothing more than air or lightweight gas. She realized, to her horror, that in the form she was changing into, an inanimate sex doll, this would be added or subtracted on someone else’s whim. Erika’s ability to talk ceased altogether as her transformation into a fuck toy continued. Her pussy clenched together on its’ own which triggered what felt like an intense orgasm to ripple through her body. After a second or two, it opened again like a flower blossoming and formed into a perfectly round ovular shape. Erika shuddered mentally as she felt the pussy’s interior form into a smooth, latex sac perfect for probing by a tongue, cock or sex toy. At the same time, she felt her anus move upwards and form into a round opening just like her pussy. The brunette started to wobble slightly as the strength left her legs with the limbs turning into hollow tubes of latex. The process swept upwards as Erika felt her breasts tingle as they pushed outwards by at least two cup sizes with her nipples and areolas becoming bright pink in color and the nipples growing longer to stand out like erasers on pencils. The seams encircled her boobs as they hung out waiting to be fondled, caressed, suckled or all of the above. Needless to say, all these changes were quite stimulating to Erika and she thought she might black out from the waves of erotic pleasure that accompanied these changes. Finally, the transformation claimed Erika’s head as her mouth pulled and contorted into an ovular shape with the teeth and tongue melting into a smooth latex sac Her eyes changed from sparkling ones that showed fear and pleasure to lifeless painted ones that showed nothing more than eternal lust. From Erika’s perspective, she was still aware of what was going on around her but it seemed so unimportant now…all that mattered was making her owner happy. “Well, Erika, it seems you have a date with a cardboard box in a shop I own about a hundred or so miles away. After a couple more stops, I’ll have my inventory back up to normal and be able to reopen, " Brian said as he grabbed the doll around the waist and carried it over to his van. With a quiet hissss-ssss, he pulled open the inflation plug on the doll and watched it deflate in his arms. He then folded the doll neatly and put it inside a box on top of what looked like several other deflated dolls. Closing the back doors of his van, Brian walked around to the right side of his van where he saw his signage had fallen to the ground. TOYS FOR ADULTS was the logo underneath with images of several sex toys visible underneath and on the sides. After a second or two, the image of Erika as a love doll appeared in the center of the logo. Shaking his head, Brian picked up the pool business sign and covered up the logo underneath. “It’s hard trying to run two businesses at once these days but there are rewards, " Brian said as he walked around to the driver side. As he did, his appearance changed to that of a late 30’s brown haired man that looked overweight with the tattoo of a dagger visible on his right hand. " Very rewarding indeed….” the pool man said before driving off….. THE END

Wendy arrived home after another boring day working at the government job she had and looked forward to spending the weekend with her boyfriend Jake. However, to her dismay, she found a note waiting for her saying that he had been called away at the last moment to a conference out of town and that he wouldn’t be back until Friday. “Well, that sucks!” the blonde haired woman muttered as she tossed her purse on a nearby chair and flopped onto a nearby couch. “What the hell am I supposed to do for fun now?” Wendy muttered as she ran her right hand through her blonde locks. For something to do, she started leafing through a few of the magazines on a nearby table. After a few minutes of this, Wendy was about to set aside the books and head off to shower and get ready for the upcoming evening when she paused halfway off the couch and her eyes widened in amusement. “Oooh, do I have an idea. Where’s that magazine that Jake subscribes to with all the stuff about dollies and stuff like that?” Wendy said as she got down on her hands and knees and looked under the couch for the magazine. She had recalled that her boyfriend had quite an intense interest in inflatable love dolls though his feelings were not confined to the use of them in bed. Jake avidly followed the history of how the modern love dolls had evolved with all the different models and makes produced by companies on a worldwide basis. He talked with other doll devotees over the internet for hours at a time and had a fairly long list of bookmarked sites that he regularly visited. Jake had even tried his hand at writing stories or doing photo manipulations revolving one or more love dolls but was disappointed to find no site to post his work at. However, Jake also found himself time to make use of the dolls that he had acquired through store owners, online auction sites and a few contacts he had in Europe and North America. From Wendy’s perspective, this proved to be a problem when she learned of her boyfriend’s fetish. She made Jake promise to never use any of his dollies while she was around and to keep them out of sight as much as possible. One night, though, shortly after the two started to live together and Jake was away on an overnight trip, Wendy decided to indulge her own curiosity and got what looked like a doll Jake had recently purchased out of a hall closet. After she inflated the sex toy, she saw that it was very realistic with a very inviting mouth and other openings. She even debated playing with it herself but decided to restrict herself to just feeling the surface with her hands. With this in mind, Wendy started to go through the magazine ’ Adult Doll Collectors ’ she had found to see if there was anything advertised that Jake might like for a surprise gift. After going through articles with titles such as ’ Inflatable vs Solid - Which are the Better Dolls? ’ and ’ Do Women Collect Love Dolls? YES!’, Wendy came to a full page color ad that drew her interest. ’ Make Your Girlfriend/Wife Your Dream Dolly!! ’ was the ad’s title. According to the description, the ad seemed to be pitching some sort of ointment that could make a woman resemble the most amazingly realistic love doll a man would ever see. In addition to the ointment, the ad promised an instructional DVD as well as a ’ double your money back if you’re not 100 % satisfied! " guarantee. There was the usual testimonies from past purchasers saying how much they enjoyed the product, made for better sexual relationships, will use it again and again, etc. on the left side of the ad with a blurb on the right saying that replacement quantities of the cream can be bought by customers at any time. Although the listed price for the package was a bit steep in Wendy’s point of view, she figured surprising Jake by appearing to like one of the love dolls he collected would be worth it. Looking at the bottom of the ad, Wendy saw that if the product was ordered over the internet or phone, the company promised delivery within 48 hours. Glancing at a calendar on the wall, she figured that she could get the package and have herself ready for Jake’s return. Her smile grew broader when she remembered that Friday was also Jake’s birthday and if everything went according to plan, it would be one Jake would never forget……… ...

Nancy giggled as she opened up the door to her apartment and sauntered inside. She tossed her purse onto a nearby couch and fell into a nearby chair while running her hands in a fatigued way over her face. Going home from her favorite night club Studio 69 at 3 am was a little difficult for her considering the amount of alcohol she had drunk that night. Nancy managed to fend off the numerous offers from guys at the club for her to go home with them and caught a taxi home while she was still conscious. “Next time I go to the club, I’m going to have to remember to start refusing to accept free drinks. Ooooh…! " the dark haired beauty muttered as she ran her hands through her hair. Nancy was going to go online for a bit and check to see if any of her friends were in the various chat rooms at that time but frankly she was exhausted so she headed for a nice hot shower and sleep afterwards. Next morning, after Nancy had her breakfast and got dressed to start her day, she checked her computer for any messages that might have been left for her when she was at the club the night before. After clicking through the usual amount of spam as well as proposals from various anonymous guys wanting to have online sex with her, she came across an email from Jacques aka “Toymaker”. Nancy and Jacques had talked online for about 2 1/2 years and had developed a friendly and trusting relationship to the point where the two exchanged Xmas cards last year. The email from Jacques stated that he had just got a new job as head of product development for a major national company that was well paying and came with lots of perks. It went on to say that he’d be coming to visit her in a week and he’d even send some samples the day before his visit for her to have a look at and make use of them if she wants. “Gee, isn’t that nice of Jacques? He gave me the impression in our online chats of being an ambitious guy who would do anything to get ahead at whatever he undertook. Well, right now, I’ve got to get over to my neighbor Lucinda and see if she’s going to give me back that $300 she owes me. If she begs off one more time, I don’t know what I’m going to do….” Nancy muttered as she headed towards the door and to talk with her neighbor. 6 days later….. Nancy opened up the lid to the cardboard box that was sitting on her kitchen table with a certain measure of excitement and anticipation. Seeing Jacques’ name on the outside made Nancy more than a little curious as to its’ contents. However, she was surprised to find inside a wide variety of adult sex toys and other products that she had seen for sale at the local adult shops. “Geez, I didn’t think Jacques would go to work for that kind of company. I always pictured him wearing a business suit trying to get people to buy the latest hot stock or mutual fund. If he’s selling these kind of novelty items, he must have some kind of angle to this somewhere,” Nancy muttered to herself as she looked over the various colorfully packaged items. The auburn haired woman was about take one of the items out of its’ packaging and see if it was any good when she heard a knock on her front door. Going over to the door, she opened it expecting to find Jacques standing there but instead she found her neighbor Lucinda. “Hi, Nancy! I thought I’d swing over and see if I could borrow a few movies to watch tonight. My date canceled just a few minutes ago and I don’t have a thing to do tonight, " Lucinda chirped as she walked briskly inside wearing a blue bikini top with a white mesh wrap over the bottom part. “Geez, is there anything Lucinda wouldn’t borrow? I better not let her get near Jacques if he turns out to be a really cool guy…” Nancy thought to herself as she closed the door and walked over to her energetic guest with a broad smile on her face. Lucinda had found the box Jacques had sent and was busy looking over the contents of it like a kid going through gifts under a Xmas tree. Her eyes sparkled with interest as she examined the various packages and reading the descriptions of the contents. When she came across a red and white striped vibrator that promised to play a musical melody after five minutes of continual usage, Lucinda turned to Nancy with a bright gleam in her eye. “Can I have this one please? I promise to give you whatever money it cost you no matter what! " the red haired Lucinda chirped in a pleading voice one normally associated with an eight year old child. “Umm.. well, you see…” Nancy started to say before she found herself being hugged tightly by Lucinda. “Thanks, Nancy! I’ll call you tomorrow and let you know just how good this baby works. Bye!” Lucinda said before dashing out the door leaving a flabbergasted Nancy standing there with her mouth partly opened and her right hand up in the air ready to gesture for a point she never got to make. “Umm..bye…” Nancy muttered softly as she heard the door across the hall where Lucinda lived open and close quickly. Shaking her head, the auburn haired beauty walked over to the box and looked through it herself for something to have fun with. After a minute or two, she pulled out a bright red plastic dildo that promised “hours and hours of erotic pleasure!” according to the packaging. She was about to take the sex toy out for some private testing when she heard her cell phone ring from her bedroom. Putting the dildo down, Nancy hurried off to answer it. She was happy to discover it was Jacques, who was calling to tell her that he had just arrived in town and wanted to know if she got the package he sent her. When she told him yes, he went on to say that he’d appreciate it if she could try some of them out and let him know what she thinks about them. Laughing out loud, Nancy told Jacques that she’d test out the items as thoroughly as possible and her neighbor across the hall had already borrowed one item to try out. After a few moments of silence, Jacques said he hoped everyone like the stuff and he’d be over around midnight to talk and reminisce about their previous chats. “Same old Jacques.. always wanting opinions he can use for himself somewhere down the line…” Nancy thought to herself after saying good-bye and hanging up. She headed off to her bedroom to pick out an outfit for Jacques’ visit later on that night. After stripping down to her red silk stockings and black shoes, Nancy rifled through her closet for several minutes looking for just the right thing to wear. Finding nothing that really sparked her imagination, the auburn haired woman wandered back out to the living room where she saw the shiny red dildo sitting on the table waiting for her to play with it like any of the toys she had when she was younger. Giggling out loud for a second, Nancy strolled over and ripped open the packaging on the dildo where, to her surprise, she found a small tube included with the sex toy. “Lubricating for love - make it a smooth and pleasant journey” was the product’s claim for what was obviously a cream to be applied to the dildo before usage. Taking the two items in her hands, Nancy strolled over to where she had her imitation bear rug lying on the floor and sat down on it with her legs slightly splayed. Unscrewing the top to the tube, she squeezed a generous amount into her left hand which she then applied to the end of the dildo. Setting the tube aside, Nancy then laid back and started teasing the edges of her moist pussy with the soft dildo in her hands. After a minute or two, she noticed her body seemed to be tingling with an energy she hadn’t felt before and it seemed to be spreading from her left hand and around her pussy. “Hmm.. that cream must really have some aphrodisiac elements… mmm..” Nancy moaned softly as she slowly started to insert the dildo deeper into her. The cream, along with her own rising sexual heat, allowed the toy to slide in as smooth as butter. As she started to rhythmically pull it in and out of her, Nancy felt the erotic energy in her growing stronger and at a quicker rate than she had ever experienced before. She also felt a growing sense of lightness as if her imaginary male lover had lifted her off the carpet and was making mad love with her. She arched her back momentarily and screamed out loud as she pulled the toy in and out as fast as her right hand could move. Settling back, Nancy let her mind settle into a sea of erotic pleasure that she had never felt before. She found herself approaching orgasm faster than she had ever experienced before. At the same time, the energy she had felt before had been building to a crescendo that made her feel like every inch of her body was being caressed and stimulated simultaneously. She caressed her body with her free hand as her breathing came out in excited gasps in response to the pleasure she was feeling. Finally, like a great body of water bursting forth from behind a dam, Nancy achieved the moment she was looking for and cried out “YESSS!!!!!!!!!…” as she felt an orgasm far stronger than she had ever felt before. She arched her back once again before falling back on the rug and closing her eyes in pleasant bliss. After several minutes of enjoying the euphoria of the sexual release she had just experienced, Nancy opened her eyes and went to pull the dildo out of her and sit up. However, to her shock and horror, she found her body almost totally unresponsive to her wishes and just laid there in the state it was just a few minutes ago. “What the hell?… what’s going on?…” Nancy said in as loud a voice she could muster as she desperately tried to move her arms and legs but found they stayed put where they were. The only thing she could move was her head and even was just enough for her to raise it and look at her immobile body. When she stared at her body for a few seconds, she saw something strange happening to her lower torso that reminded her of those cheesy sci-fi movies of the 60’s. Nancy saw her skin was changing in appearance in color and look from the normal flesh color to a shiny tan brown look devoid of freckles or any blemishes. She could also feel a growing sense of lightness in her legs as if they were becoming hollow tubes of plastic or latex instead of ones she used to walk around on. She felt her fingers fuse together and become one solid mass of whatever her lower body was turning into. “What.. what the.. help me!.. I’m turning into… into something… " Nancy shouted though her voice had dropped quite a bit in volume in just the last minute or two. Strangely, the appearance of what her body was changing into reminded her of something she saw in a brochure that was with the toys Jacques had sent though she couldn’t quite place where. The change moved up into her waist and around the area where the dildo stood out from her pussy and resulted in more sensations of a general lightness over her body. Nancy could see what looked like seams appearing on her body where the change had taken place along with the disappearance of any body hair especially around her pelvic area. The erotic stimulation that Nancy had felt before returned again coinciding with her pussy changing from the folds of pink flesh to glossy material of latex that she could still feel being caressed by the dildo lodged in it. “Oooh… God.. that feels good.. good dolly… huh ?… why.. why.. wh.. " Nancy gasped as her words tumbled out in response to the pleasure she was helpless to stop. The transformation moved swiftly to her upper torso and arms changing flesh into sheets of latex that appeared to be sewn together judging by the seams that were appearing on her arms. Nancy’s breathing, as well as her ability to talk, abruptly vanished as she saw her breasts become taut mounds of plastic capped by rubbery nubs and bright pink circles with seams forming circles around each of them. Suddenly, as the process neared its’ inexorable ending, Nancy realized what it was that she was changing into. “A LOVE DOLL… A DAMNED SEX TOY !… WHY?… WHO?…NO!…..” she mentally shouted as her head fell back and to the side as her final bit of control over her body dissipated. She felt her mouth slowly stretch into the familiar O-shape that was common to all sex toys of this nature. She could feel her eyes slightly widened as her gaze became fixed before her pupils, like the rest of her facial features, became nothing more thanpainted on colors of different types and shades. Seconds later, the process was complete and where a woman once laid was now nothing more than an incredibly lifelike love doll filled with air with a bright red dildo sticking out of its’ pussy with two other ovular openings where its’ mouth and anus was ready to be probed..probed by anyone… Later that night… Nancy laid there for an unknown amount of time until she heard someone fiddling with the lock to her apartment door. Seconds later, she heard it swing open and someone enter the apartment and move quickly over to where she was laying. The person leaned over and pulled out the dildo from her plastic form with black gloves before dropping it into a bag nearby. “Ah, Nancy, it’s a good thing I learned how to break into locked rooms and houses as a troubled teenager before I grew up. I must confess that I haven’t been totally honest with you in regards to the box I sent you. You see, these toys are fine by themselves but when they are used with a special gel included with them, they turn the woman using them into an incredibly lifelike love doll. The dolls that I collect are then sold to unknowing buyers throughout the world for whatever they want to use them for. In fact, I have a fellow in Canada who has a standing order for the first two… it seems he wants to start up his own line of dolls and needs a few prototypes to get started. Of course, when he gets the dolls, if he chooses to ’test’ them out, that’s up to him..” the person said with an evil smile. “Jacques !!.. You bastard !!… I’ll get you… you… ooooohhhh!!!…” Nancy screamed mentally in rage before what little conscious thought she had mostly dissipated as the dark haired man pulled open the inflation plug in her back and air rushed out of her latex body. In a minute or so, the deflated form of a doll hung loosely over Jacques’ right forearm with his left hand holding what appeared to be a soft cardboard box and clear plastic bag. Chuckling softly, Jacques folded the doll up so that it’s lovely face sat on top staring up at whoever looked at it with a look of lust tinged with anger. He then slid the doll inside the bag and then placed the bag into the box. Carrying the open box over to the table, he set it down next to the samples he had sent before and then straightened up with the same smile he had before. “Well, I suppose I should go see which of your neighbors was ’lucky’ enough to try out one of these samples. Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon with your friend and then it’ll be off to your new home…. though I think it might be more cramped than what you’re used to.. Ha! Ha!” Jacques said with an evil laugh before closing the lid of the box. Nancy plunged into darkness at that point… her only vague thoughts was where she was going to ultimately wind up… And how many orders would Jacques ultimately fill this way……? THE END

Diana stared out the passenger window in barely concealed boredom as her boyfriend Wayne drove his Audi down the road leading into town and towards their destination: Ivan’s Inflatable Idiosyncrasies. The store was renowned throughout the world as the biggest supplier of inflatable items of all sizes, shapes and types. In fact, there was rumors that Ivan had items that were unavailable anywhere else and had prices that were just as exorbitant. For Diana, a professional internet poker player, that sounded like a fantastic thing when she and Wayne first met at a local club. The two had hit it off almost immediately and when they discovered they shared a mutual interest in things that could be inflated, their relationship intensified on several levels. From inflated chairs and other household items to sex toys ranging from blow-up dolls to more exotic items, the two indulged their fetish on an almost daily basis for the past nine months. However, in the past ten days or so, Diana had found her interest in inflatable items starting to wane quite noticeably. This growing disinterest coincided with her growing belief that Wayne was far more passionate when he was fucking a sex doll than when he was being intimate with her. “If it wasn’t for the fact that Wayne is the heir to a huge resort in the Canadian Rockies and is set for life, I’d dump his ass so fast that he’d need one of his inflation pumps just to take care of his deflated ego! Ha!” Diana thought to herself as the car turned to the right and headed into the area containing many of the town’s businesses. A short time later, with the Audi sitting in a nearby parking garage, Diana and Wayne walked down the bustling town sidewalks and quickly found themselves standing in front of the inflatable specialty shop. Entering the business, they saw that the store’s interior was much larger than the exterior led them to believe. There was two sets of stairs leading to a lower level in the middle of the main floor. Signs, painted in a wide array of colors, directed customers to different parts of the store that suited the individual’s interest(s). FURNITURE/HOUSEHOLD WARES was a section located to the front right of the store’s interior and seemed to be the quietest area currently. Seeing Wayne drift off to the electronic section and quickly focus his attention on what looked to be a computer keyboard made from some type of balloon substance, Diana figured that he’d probably wind up being shown everything in the department by a sales associate eager for a big commission. With a slight look of disdain evident on her face, the blonde haired woman made her way into the furniture section and started to wander through pausing every now and then to look at the odd inflated chair or couch. Fifteen minutes or so later, Diana had seen just about everything she wanted to look at in terms of inflatable things but she knew Wayne would be at least another 45 minutes or so. If boredom wasn’t enough of a problem for Diana, she felt a growing horniness welling within her and there was no way THAT would be quenched here. She decided she would head back outside to the car and amuse herself with the vibrator tucked away in her purse. Unfortunately for her, the nearest store exit was located in an area that would require her to walk directly in front of Wayne and that would lead to a conversation she wasn’t looking to be part of. Rubbing her hair thoughtfully, Diana glanced around the area she was in for a few seconds with her eyes focusing on an open door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY. Walking over to the doorway quietly, she glanced around to make sure no one was looking a her before taking a peek inside. As she figured, the room appeared to be some sort of storage room with cardboard boxes of various sizes and shapes stacked on long metal shelves. She also saw to the right and was intrigued to see what looked like an inflated pink beanbag chair sitting by itself against a wall that was painted white. Staring at the chair for several seconds, a naughty idea started to form in Diana’s mind. She had been bugging Wayne on and off over the last few weeks to try making love in a public place such as a telephone booth or something similar. He had laughed off her suggestions as a weird joke on Diana’s part but her voyeuristic tendencies were genuine. Given that, her actions over the next few minutes weren’t surprising whatsoever. Glancing around once again to make sure she was alone and no one was looking her way, Diana quickly made her into the employee room and closed the door behind her. After locking the door, the blonde haired woman started to quickly remove her blouse and skirt as well as her high heel shoes. Putting her garments on a nearby shelf, Diana removed her jewelry and tucked the items into the same pile before making her way over to the inflated chair wearing nothing but ankle high socks. Sitting down on the edge of the chair, Diana reached into her see through inflatable purse and pulled out the reason for her nudity: an eggshell white vibrator with small black strips running up the smooth sides of the sex toy. With a mischievous look crossing her face, Diana put the top part of the vibrator into her mouth and wrapped her tongue around it as if the sex toy was an ice cream cone. After she figured a sufficient time had passed, she pulled the vibrator out of her mouth with a soft *pop*. As Diana turned on the vibrator at the lowest setting and she prepared to insert it into her waiting vagina, she noticed for the first time that there was an odd smell permeating around the surface of the chair. To her, it smelled like an exotic type of perfume mixed with a sweet Asian spice mixed in. In addition, she also noticed there seemed to be something odd pressing against her ass from the surface of the chair though she dismissed that as probably an inflation plug improperly secured in the furniture. “It’s not like I’m going to be buying this chair….. I’m just borrowing it for a little while…hehe……” Diana thought to herself before starting to rub the edges of her vagina with the tip of the vibrator. As she started to moan with pleasure, she brought the sex toy into her moist and dripping vagina while stroking her upper body with her free hand. When Diana turned up the intensity level of the vibrator as she prepared to plunge the sex toy deeper into her, she sensed that the plug underneath seemed to be wedging itself into her anus almost like a butt plug. With the smile on her face broadening, Diana cranked the vibrator to its highest setting and plunged it deep into her vagina. Almost instantly, Diana felt a pang of pure pleasure that rippled through her entire body. The walls of her vagina clenched tightly around the sex toy as she found herself building rapidly towards a tremendous orgasm. While this was happening, Diana sensed that the chair’s plug seemed to have some sort of liquid on it that was spreading onto her anus’s inner walls. Normally, she would have pulled herself off the chair for a second or so but she was experiencing so much pleasure that she just sat there and reveled in the moment. “Mmmmm…… ooohhh… feel so good…. oooohhh!!!…. what…. what’s that odd feeling?…. feels strange….” Diana thought to herself as she felt some sort of liquid start to accumulate on the walls of her anus that seemed to be adding to her sense of relaxation. She quickly decided to ignore the liquid and concentrate on the orgasm quickly rising in her body. As the seconds ticked by, Diana’s eyes fluttered and her breathing grew more ragged as she struggled to keep from screaming out loud. With her entire body starting to twitch in response, she failed to notice that there was a growing gloss around her rear and it was spreading in all directions. “Ooohhh!!!….Aaaahhhh!!!!!…..MMMMMMM!!!!!…..OOOOHHHH!!!!!……….. " Diana gasped with a voice that was louder than she wanted but she couldn’t help it. As she teetered on the brim of an orgasm, her right hand seemed to lose much of her strength and she was barely able to keep hold of the sex toy. In fact, all of Diana’s limbs seemed to be weakening and if she wasn’t enjoying herself so thoroughly, the blonde haired woman would have been worried by what was happening to her. " YESSSSS!!!!!………. " Diana cried out as the orgasm she was teetering on the verge of rippled through her body and sent waves of intense pleasure through her mind. The vibrator responsible for her pleasure slid out of her vagina and laid in her hand rather loosely. Diana was failing to notice not only this occurrence but the fact that her body wasn’t trembling as much as it should have. “Mmmmmm…. I’ve never felt this good before when I used my vibrator… I wonder if this store will give me a discount on this chair….. I…. I…. what’s going on?…… why can’t I move?… WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING??!!!…. I CAN’T TALK EITHER….. mmmmm….. I feel good though…. THIS IS LIKE A DREAM AND NIGHTMARE AT THE SAME TIME!!!!…..” Diana thought to herself before she started to realize that there was something sinister happening to her body. Looking downwards with her eyes, she could see that her legs were starting to resemble two tubes of shiny latex with seams running up the sides of both of them. A star shaped tattoo on her right thigh that Diana had got to celebrate her high school graduation years ago disappeared right before her eyes as the bizarre changes swept over her motionless body. “What… what is…. I’M BEING TURNED INTO SOMETHING INFLATABLE LIKE THIS CHAIR… I…. I’M BECOMING A HOLLOW DOLLY… A FUCKING DOLL FOR SEX….. mmmmm…… sex…. that sounds like something really nice…. oooooohhhhh……” Diana pondered even as she saw with eyes growing hazy that the changes to her body had swept into her pelvic region. She mentally screamed as a wave of pure bliss washed over his conscious mind as her vagina started to twitch and contort as if it had a mind of its own. A moment or so later, the walls of her vagina clench tightly together before opening into an ovular opening with bright pink walls of latex lining the interior. Diana could sense that the interior was now nothing more than a latex and rubber sac that already ached to be filled. With eyes that were becoming harder to move by the second, Diana saw her finger nails were changing to bright red in color with a hollow feeling sweeping over her fingers similar to what she was feeling in her lower torso. As the transformation swept into her upper torso, Diana saw her breasts swell in size by at least two cup sizes even as they formed into two spheres of shiny latex . Bright pink nipples, each being an inch or so in length, appeared on each of her hollow boobs framed by idealized areolas. Even as this happened, Diana could feel her anus shifting and forming into an opening similar to her pussy (why was she thinking her vagina was her pussy?). “This can’t be happening… can’t be…. be…. be a good fuck toy……” Diana thought to herself as the transformation swept into her head and shoulders. She felt her teeth and tongue dissolve as the interior of her mouth changed into a smooth sac similar to her anus and pussy. The exterior of her mouth formed into a sensuous O framed by bright red lips that ached to be wrapped around a sex toy or cock. Her blonde hair became synthetic threads sewn into her head with the latter becoming hollow and full of air like the rest of her body. With her eyes becoming nothing more than painted features and her cheeks taking on a bright pink color, Diana’s transformation into a inflatable love doll was complete. “…..hadn’t thought about that. Maybe a line of inflatable cars that can be deflated and stored in a locker would solve parking problems in a big way. Anyway, let me find that chair I mentioned to you a few minutes ago. Where is that… oh…. oh my…. " the owner of Ivan’s said as he opened the door and he and Wayne walked into the store room. Almost immediately, the owner’s voice trailed off as he spotted the inflated pink chair and the realistic love doll sitting atop it. " What the..? What is…? Diana? Is that Diana? She’s a, umm, a love doll! " Wayne exclaimed as he spotted what looked to be his dollified girlfriend on the chair at the other end of the room. " Well, umm, lemme see. Here’s the purse of the woman that chose to sit on our experimental Woman to Inflatable chair. Is Diana Johnson the name of your female companion? " the owner said softly as he glanced at the ID within before handing it to Wayne. " Yes, umm, is she, uhhh, fully, ummm, transformed? Can she hear us at all? " Wayne muttered as he walked quietly over to the chair and removed the dildo from the doll’s right hand. To his surprise, the slight bit of pressure he exerted on the doll’s right arm and leg caused the arm to slide off its lap and jut up into the air in a L position. Simultaneously, the doll’s legs slid apart into a V shape with the hollow limbs straightening out in straight lines. " Unfortunately, I can’t answer that with any degree of certainty, sir. You see, the chair Diana used was a prototype that we had just received from a third party manufacturer last week. We were going to start testing it this week with volunteers that had signed up for the experience and document the results. Before you start get worked up about your friend, I have a bottle of antidote that, when applied to the doll’s surface, should reverse the transformation and leave the woman back to normal in thirty minutes or so, " the store owner said as he walked over to a nearby set of shelves and started rummaging through them for the item he mentioned. A minute or so later, Wayne was handed a plastic bottle containing a pale blue liquid with C.A. marked on it in big, black letters. " Use any cloth you see here and wipe a generous amount of this antidote over the doll’s surface. Fifteen or so minutes after application, the doll should revert back to its normal form. With that, you and your friend should be able to go with no problems at all. In fact, I’ll even give you all of your purchases free of charge. How does that sound to you? " the owner said a note of nervousness evident in his voice. Wayne continued to stare at his dollified girlfriend as he mentally pondered the owner’s words for several long seconds. As he stood there, a plan began to ferment in his mind that was helped by the growing tingling sensation in his groin as he gazed upon the doll. " I’ll tell you what, I accept your proposal but there is a few things I’d like to add to it. First, if it’s possible, I’d like to transform my girlfriend back to normal in my own home and not a room where a store employee can stumble into without warning. Second, I’ll actually pay for all my purchases if you give me the doll making chair free of charge along with a generous supply of the antidote that I’m holding. Diana, and a few of her female friends, might be interested in the transformation provided I can ensure them that the whole deal isn’t going to be permanent, " Wayne said as he rubbed his chin in a thoughtful manner. After a few moments of considering the counter proposal, the owner nodded in agreement. " As it happens, I happen to have a case of the antidote I received just today in preparation for selling the chair and similar items next week. I suppose I could give you three bottles of it on top of your purchases. Shall I have the staff find two large boxes for you chair and, umm, girlfriend? " the owner murmured as he moved over to another shelf and retrieved the bottles in question. " To be honest, I’d kinda like to leave as quietly as possible. Would it be possible for me to deflate these two, uhhh, items and take them out in smaller boxes? " Wayne said softly while glancing towards the store room door once again. " Oh, I can understand that. I’ll go and get the boxes you need right away while you get your, umm, purchases ready to go, " the owner intoned before quickly heading out the door and back into the main area of the store. " Mmmm, purchases, yes……” Wayne said as he reached behind the dollified Diana and pulled open her inflation valve. As the doll quickly lost shape, he draped it over his right forearm while he went to deflate the special chair that he was taking home. An odd smile appeared on his face as Wayne contemplated what he was planning to do in the future….. 10 days later………….. “…..say that you have the most inflatable items I’ve ever seen in one place before! Geez, this chair is just as comfortable as you said it would be though I don’t know why you insisted that it’s more comfortable when you sit on it without any clothes on. I think you just said that to get me naked, Wayne! " Patti called out as the redhead sat back on the inflated pink chair her date had insisted she try out. " Oh, I didn’t ask you to try it just to see you naked. You see, there are certain, oh, abilities that the chair has which I want you to experience first hand, " Wayne intoned as he walked into the living room and past a garbage can full of empty bottles marked C.A. " Abilties? What are you…. ooohhhhh…. " Patti started to reply with a quizzical voice before she felt the oddest sensation of something odd invading her anus. As the sight started to fade from her changing eyes, she swore saw a naked Wayne standing before her holding a blow-up doll in his arms. “Maybe someday I’ll use that antidote… for now, though, I think my inflatable collection is going to expand by quite a bit over the next little while….” Wayne thought to himself as he caressed the dollified Diana and waited for the chair to finish its business…. The business of change…… THE END

Lola wasn’t sure why she had agreed to work late night at the chain store she managed. On a cold January night with sub zero temperatures and blowing snow, the business had been deserted since early afternoon with the only visits being people looking for directions. If she didn’t live more than a few blocks from the store, she would have closed up and gone home hours ago. As it was, it roughly ten minutes from closing time and with no one inside except for herself, Lola decided to close early that night. After doing the usual closing chores, she snapped off the lights, locked the store and started the short walk home. The streets were completely deserted with only the sound of the wind whistling through the frozen tree branches. Lola was about three quarters of the way home and had just turning the corner onto her street when she stepped on an icy patch that was partially covered by snow. The brunette tumbled to the ground and struck her head hard on the frozen pavement causing her to lose consciousness almost immediately. An unknown amount of time passed before Lola woke from her unconscious state to find herself lying on a couch with a blanket draped over her. Sitting up, the brunette held her right hand to her forehead and winced in pain when she came across the bump on the back of her head. After taking her hand back down, she realized she was on a couch in a home she had never seen before in her life. After checking to make sure she still had all her clothes on and still had her ID with her, Lola sat up and tried to get her bearings a little better. She saw that she was in the middle of an expensively decorated room with paintings and antiques located in different parts of the room. Standing up, Lola slowly walked around the room stopping to look outside to see if she could ascertain her location a bit better. To her disappointment, she could see nothing but white snow as the storm, if anything, had intensified while she was unconscious. “Stuck in an expensive house in the middle of a nasty snowstorm with a bump on my head… this sounds like something straight out of a trashy horror novel….. " Lola said to herself as she resumed looking around the room. One thing she did notice was there was no sign of magazines, letters or anything that would indicate where she was. “Good to see you’re awake, Ms. Ferrari. I trust you’re not suffering ill effects from your fall,” a tall dark haired man dressed in a light brown business suit called out as he entered the room through a door at the far end. “I’m fine, I guess, and glad not to be outside in the wicked weather, Mr. ?” Lola said as she walked over to the man and extended her right hand. “Barnum…. Paul Tiberius Barnum. I was driving home when I spotted you lying on the ground unconscious. I put you in my car and took you here to my estate so you could recover in peace and quiet, " the man said nodding towards the outside view of one of the many windows. “Uhhh….. thanks. Could you tell me where exactly this place is ?” Lola said as she walked out of the room and into a long hallway that lead into the main foyer. From what she could tell, they were the only two people in the house which made Lola slightly nervous at heart. “Certainly. My home is about 10 miles beyond the city limits in the countryside. As it happens, we’re the only house here for several miles in all directions which affords me the privacy I crave. I’m sure you’ll be quite comfortable during your stay,” Paul said with a voice that was slightly unsettling to Lola. Despite her misgivings, Lola was fascinated by the things she saw on display inside the house as Paul took her on a tour of his home. She saw he had all the latest in electronic gadgets and gear including one room which seemed specifically set aside for surveillance monitors linked to outside cameras. The only thing she didn’t see anywhere was a telephone of some kind but Lola figured that Paul carried around a cell phone with him or had them hidden out of sight. After passing through a well stocked kitchen and large dining room, Paul led his guest into a large well ventilated room which he proudly proclaimed was his “creative space”. Lola saw several pedestals and empty cardboard boxes at the far end of the room with framed pictures of nude female statues along one wall. The other wall had a heavy red curtain covering it completely which raise Lola’s curiosity as to what laid behind it. However, Paul dampened her enthusiasm quickly by telling her the wall in question was set aside for future works and held nothing at present. “Do you have any trouble getting women to pose for your works ?” Lola inquired as she looked over the amazingly detailed works on display. The brunette marveled at how her host was able to capture little things like tiny crow’s feet under the subject’s eyes and erect nipples that jutted outwards like tiny stone daggers. “Actually, no trouble at all. Most of the women here were more than happy to take part in my work and only a few felt uncomfortable with posing in the nude. For them, I chose to do some work with them wearing luscious lingerie or latex,” Paul said as he ran his right hand over the stone ass of one of his sculptures. Lola thought briefly of asking her host if she could pose for such works but a wave of dizziness swept across her which she figured was the lingering effect of her fall earlier. “Is there… there a bedroom where I could lie down and get some sleep?” the brunette asked while holding her right head to her forehead. Paul nodded and motioned towards the top of the stairs. “First room on the right… there’s a washroom right next door if you need to freshen up. Take a few hours and lie down and by then everything will be all set, " he said with a smile that seemed strangely unsettling to Lola. After reaching the top of the stairs and the room in question, Lola looked around and, seeing there was no one else around, decided to strip off her clothes and take a nap to recover her equilibrium a little bit. Before dropping off, she locked the bedroom door as she had some lingering self doubts about Paul. Some time later, the brunette slowly woke up and found that the pain and dizziness she was feeling before had completely disappeared. However, the relief she felt in her improved physical health quickly dissipated as she looked around and saw that her clothes had disappeared from the chair she had set them on. In their place, Lola saw what looked a sports bra and lycra bicycle shorts both bright blue in color. Puzzled at the sight, Lola got out of bed and searched through the room’s closet and chest to see if her clothes had been stored away. To her disappointment, there was no sign of them anywhere in the room which distressed her to say the least. Picking up the bra and shorts, she slipped them on and although they were a tight fit , it was better than walking around naked. Walking over to a mirror, she noticed the top was rubbing against her nipples causing them to become erect and poke against the material in an embarrassing way. “I better go and see if Paul had anything to with my clothes disappearing. Maybe he’ll give me a ride into town after the storm is over,” Lola said softly to herself as she went to the bedroom door and unlocked it. To her surprise, when she opened the door, she found two burly men on either side of the door waiting for her. “If you’re ready, ma’am, the owner will see you now in the entrance to the competition area. We’re here to make sure that you don’t get lost on the way there,” the first man, a dark haired man wearing wraparound dark sunglasses, said in a clipped tone. Lola was going to ask what was going on but the look on the men’s faces indicated the answers she desired wouldn’t be coming from them. Mentally shrugging, she slipped on a pair of slippers handed to her by one of the men and dutifully followed them downstairs. Walking the length of the house, the dark-haired man stopped at a door located at the back of the house with a keypad mounted on the wall next to it. After depressing a series of numbers, there was a loud clicking sound followed by the door slowly swinging open. Lola was ushered inside by the two with the door closing tight behind her with a loud CLICK! that sounded foreboding to say the least. “Welcome, my dear. I guess now would be a good time to tell you the real reason you’re here with me. You see, you weren’t found by me last night by accident. I often go into the city when the weather is inclement to obtain new models for my new studio,” Paul said as he he strapped on what appeared to be a belt with plastic light indicators across his chest. “Ummm… that’s nice but I’m not really interested in doing the modeling thing for you. If you could get the clothes that I originally wore here, I’ll call a cab and be on my way,” Lola said as she tried to edge away but found the doorway blocked by the men who had accompanied her. “I’m sorry but I’m afraid I must insist for now. You see, my artistic abilities are limited by the medium I use so I decided some time ago to create the masterpieces in my studio with the models themselves as the base of the work, " Paul said while slipping on a pair of leather gloves. “You…. you.. you’re crazy ! You killed all these women for sort of ghoulish art gallery! Let me out of here!” Lola cried as she tried to spin around and run out the door once again. However, the men working for Lola grabbed her arms and prevented her escape. “Now, now, calm down, my dear. First off, the women aren’t dead… just transformed into the state they currently are in. They still retain conscious thought in their state and, I’ve been told, find their forms extremely sensitive to the slightest touch. I even change their forms from time to time to keep things interesting, " “To make things even more fair, I let them participate in a game to determinate their ultimate fate. I was a big fan of the Laser Tag game when I was younger so I had my private gym altered to resemble an indoor fight area. I, and the woman in question, both wear light belts and carry guns designed to trigger the light and sound of a ’ hit’ on the opponent’s belt. If the woman scores 3 ’ hits’ first, she receives 5 million dollars of my money and a one way trip to Europe in return for a written promise not to say a word what she saw here. If I win, she joins my gallery as my newest piece of erotic art,” Paul said as he picked up a plastic and steel gun from an open box nearby before gesturing to a set of doors behind him. " Behind those doors is where it all starts and ends, Lola.” Paul said with an evil smile. “A game with only one winner..” “You mean…? “Lola gasped trying not to scream. “Game on, Lola, " Paul said tossing her a brightly colored belt like the one he was wearing. ...

Anne looked around the living room and figured it was going to take her a couple of hours before everything was ready for her evening with Bill. She smiled to herself as she remembered how she had told him she was going out of town for a few days only to sneak back later to the home they shared. She busily cleaned the floor and dining table before heading into the bathroom for a quick shower. Emerging a short time later, she wandered around the living room area for a few minutes toweling herself off wondering to herself how she could really liven up the coming evening. She casually glanced through some fashion magazines looking for help in what she should wear that evening when she noticed a pile of her old college textbooks in a nearby corner. ...

Lana walked down the streets of the city late at night wondering if she was going to accept the offer from that new men’s magazine ‘Boobs, Boobs and more Boobs’ to be an exclusive model for their magazine. She had been the feature model at ‘Mammoth Melons’ for the last eighteen months and she was quite content with the pay and other perks they provided. Nevertheless, her potential new employer had mentioned the possibility of her owning stock in the parent company and she knew there would come a day where her big boobs would no longer keep her living in the lifestyle she was accustomed to. Arriving at the condominium she rented, she unlocked the front door and stepped inside with a broad smile coming to her lips upon hearing the ringing of her telephone near the door. The owner of the magazine trying to lure her away, Bob Gunsworth, had been calling her two or three times a day since the first proposal had been sent her way to see if she had agreed to model for him and if there was any other incentive he could offer that would help sway her. “Gee, you’d think I was some high priced movie actress instead of a blonde with big breasts,” Lana said with a chuckle as she stripped off her blue sweater to reveal her specially built 52DDD bra that she wore to contain her massive melons. Sitting down on the couch, she listened as the answering machine kicked in and Bob left his usual message only this time he was offering free trips to exotic destinations outside the country. “Hmmm…. I might have to call Bob in the morning and talk to him in person about this offer or at least finagle a little more out of him, " Lana muttered as she went to her bedroom and stepped out of the rest of her clothing before donning a flimsy blue nightie that hid none of her womanly assets. Sitting down on the edge of her king sized bed, the blonde bombshell slowly laid down on her back (sleeping on her chest had proved to be much of a hassle especially since her head didn’t even make contact with the pillow due to her mammoth melons) and dreamed of huge riches and how she would spend them…… **Next morning…….**Lana sipped on a cup of coffee while enjoying the view from the restaurant patio she was seated in. Sitting across the table from her was Bob, with had a stack of papers on his left and a semi-warm cup of coffee in front of him, talking angrily into his cell phone. “Look, I don’t care how you do it but get that web site up and running by the weekend. I want to launch our European sales division by the 21st and it’s going to be tough to sell anything over the Internet if there’s no site to direct people to. I don’t care if you have to write code all day and night but I want it up and running on time and no excuses !” Bob shouted before flipping his phone shut. “Sorry about that, Lana, but some people don’t understand what is spelled out to them in plain English. Now then, what’s it going to take to get you to agree to sign a contract with me and make us both more money than we know what to do with ?” Bob said with a warm smile on his face. “Well, tell me a little more about the incentives you said would be available to me. I understand you not only want me to pose for the magazine on a fairly regular basis but you want me to agree to have my likeness displayed on the products your company sells in return for a percentage of the net profits. Is that percentage guaranteed to be a certain minimum amount ?” Lana asked her host while looking him square in the eyes. Bob chuckled while trying to keep his focus on Lana’s lovely face and not let it drop down to her impressive chest that was straining mightily against the white blouse she was wearing. “You’ll get a more than fair amount of money, trust me. I’ve had my accountant add up all the figures and they’re all written down in this folder for you to go over. Take a look at them and if you have any questions, call me or send an email to my email address that is listed there. If everything is ok, sign the contract that is enclosed and send it to me via courier,” he said confidently as he handed the model a blue folder with a business card attached to the top. Lana flashed a bright smile as she accepted the proposal “How much time do I have to look over the numbers? I know you mentioned before that you have some new products and other items due to be released in a short time,” the blonde said as she briefly glanced at the folder’s contents before putting it on the table next to her coffee cup. “Well, there’s an incentive for you if you decide that the terms are acceptable within the next ten days. I have a company coming into the area during that time to shoot some promo spots for the magazine’s new looks as well as the products I mentioned to you before. If we’ve agreed to terms before they finish the work I’ve asked for, I can promise you a sizable bonus as my way of saying thanks for not having to bring the company back to the area a second time,” Bob said with a warm smile that only wavered a little when his cell phone started ringing. “I’ll look it over and let you know in the next few days one way or the other. Regardless of what happens, I wish you well, Bob, with all your business enterprises,” Lana said as he raised her coffee cup in a toast, which was reciprocated by the business man. Once that was done, the two ate their breakfast peacefully chatting about inconsequential matters before finishing up and leaving for matters they had to take care of individually. Both hoped that the meeting just concluded would lead to better things for all involved….. 6 days later…… The studio where the company that was doing promotional work for Mr. Gunsworth’s company had been divided into at least five different settings for the ongoing work. One area had three buxom women dressed in micro bikinis and lathered in copious quantities of suntan lotion fondling each other in highly charged erotic ways to the encouragement of a slick haired photographer. Another set had two nude women holding copies of ‘Boobs, Boobs and More Boobs’ on top of their massive chests with a large company banner draped in the background. Two other areas had naked men and women participating in what looked like scenes for XXX movies that were filmed for future release. It was the set at the far end of the studio that found Lana, in her new role as the star model for Bob Gunsworth’s magazine, sitting in a folding chair wearing a blue silk robe that covered her nude body. There were several people fussing with the furniture and decorations in front of her with a king size bed dominating the middle of the set. Piled up in a corner next to the bed was a pyramid composing of a variety of sex toys, ointments, creams and lotions all colorfully packaged to attract a buyer’s eye. “Ok, Lana, here’s how the video is going to start : after the company logo is shown, we cut to a montage of past issues of the magazine with a voice over recounting issues that were special to our readers in the past. The narrator then talks of a bold new direction for the magazine that will be unlike anything the readers have seen in the past. The center of this will be the newest member and featured spokes model for Boobs, Boobs and More Boobs - Lana Luscious ! We then cut to a series of still pictures of you posing in various settings and in different attire or lack thereof. Naturally, we’ll include a few from the ones we shoot today as well as a few teasers for some upcoming magazine shoots. After that, some montage shots of subscribers reacting to the news that you’ll be modeling for the magazine. Finally, we’ll show you being interviewed by an unseen person getting your personal feelings about coming to work for Mr. Gunsworth as well as revealing that you’ll be soon seen on a line of adult sex toys and such which will show your picture on them prominently which guarantees to the buyer the high quality of the item in question. Do you have any questions, Lana ? " the man standing opposite intoned to Lana all the details in a concise and businesslike voice. Amazed that Mr. Jackson, the man who had just spoken, had managed to rattle off all the details without pausing or seemingly to take a breath, Lana looked around in silence for thirty seconds or so as she let everything sink in before speaking. “Well, it seems that everything is going as was described to me earlier. Where shall we start for today’s shoot ? " Lana said as she doffed her robe and stood before the assembled people with her massive breasts jiggling slightly up and down. Later that day…….”…..and I really think that this magazine is the best adult oriented periodical on the market today. I look forward to talking to and meeting many of my fans in the future either at the new web site or at the upcoming convention Boobicon VI in Raleigh, " Lana said as she gazed into the camera with a seductive look in her eyes. She licked her thick, glossy lips with her tongue while running her right hand along her massive boobs for additional effect. Once the camera had stopped rolling, Lana stood up and thanked the interviewer for his professionalism and, she joked, his ability to make eye contact. She then walked over to the area where they had set up for some more promotional pictures to be taken. Since it was late in the day, all the other staff had either headed home for the day or were in the process of leaving so it was just her, the photographer and his helper. After exchanging pleasantries, they began taking a series of shots for the upcoming promo blitz for her signing. After some pin-up style shots, Lana stepped behind dressing screen where she put on a black corset that cinched her waist and made her breasts protrude even more. She then tied strips of green cloth around her neck and wrists before reappearing and moving to stand before a floral background that had been erected by the photographer’s aide. “What’s with these green strips of cloth and why do they smell like potpourri ? " Lana said as she started to do her posing for the camera. Privately, she was looking forward to finishing the work soon as she felt a growing sense of fatigue throughout her entire body. “Well, the cloth is for the St. Patrick’s day promotions Mr. Gunsworth plans to run in the Boston area as well as other select areas in the US and Europe. As for the potpourri fragrance, well..uhh… my assistant Jack was buying a present for his girlfriend and he stored it in the same bag that contained the shoot’s props. Don’t worry, you won’t notice it after a few more minutes,” the photographer said with a weird smile crossing his face. “Why would he say something like that about the fragrance ?…. uhhh… and why am I feeling like all the strength is draining out of me….? " Lana thought to herself as she assumed a heroic pose with her hands, curled into fists, planted against her hips with her legs spread apart in a confident manner. Her mind felt like it was becoming cloudier by the second and she was having trouble focusing on the task at hand. “Ok, Lana, for your last pose, why don’t you keep your hands clinched tight into fists and press them tight against those magnificent boobs of yours, " the photographer called out encouragingly to the blonde model. When he noticed that Lana was moving very slow in compliance with his request, the photographer silently motioned Jack to carefully give the model a hand. A second or so later, Jack gingerly grasped Lana’s arms by her forearms and moved her hands in position before stepping back. “That’s great, Lana. Hold it right there and your transformation will be all done in a minute or so, " the photographer said as he grabbed a different camera and started clicking away with the flashes much brighter than before. “Transformation !!!… What the…. !” Lana gasped out in anger and confusion and tried to move towards the camera guy to confront him but found her ability to move had vanished altogether. This was quickly followed by her falling silent as she was unable to talk as well as she stood before the two men, who seemed not the least bit surprised by what was happening. Before the blonde bombshell had a chance to absorb the loss of some of her abilities, she felt a growing sense of lightness starting at her extremities and moving rapidly through her body. Lana saw her reflection in one of the mirrors opposite her next to the set and the image would have caused her to gasp if she still could. Her skin was changing in color and appearance from normal flesh tone to a smooth, artificial appearance with all her freckles and blemishes disappearing rapidly over her arms and legs. Lana could see what looked seams appearing on her shoulders and legs as well as forming around her breasts as if she was made of sheets of latex or rubber that were sewn together. The lightness that she felt before was becoming pronounced throughout her entire body and it seemed to be affecting her thinking as she was having trouble focusing on her predicament. Lana felt, as well as saw, her pussy clench together in a rapid motion before blossoming like a flower into an ovular shape with the interior forming into a smooth latex sac that seemed to ache to be filled by someone or something. She felt her anus moving slightly upwards by several inches, forming a separation from her pussy, before forming the same O shape and interior that her pussy now had. At this point, Lana would have moaned out loud in pleasure ( if she still could and in spite of her predicament ) from the changes happening to her body. Her legs were wobbling slightly now as they slowly slid apart into a V shape on their own which exposed her bright pink pussy even more. The change engulfed Lana’s breasts and caused them to push outwards as they grew even larger than their already mammoth proportions. Her breasts now seemed to be F cup in size now and Lana felt like she was going to tip over though that was rendered moot as her boobs took on the same look and substance that the rest of her body was now. Twin mounds of latex were now where her tits were and Lana could see what looked like pink areolas visible under her rigid hands. As the process reached it’s inexorable conclusion, Lana finally mentally concluded what was apparent right from the beginning of this insidious change. “I’M BECOMING A LOVE DOLL… A SEX TOY… A DAMNED BLOW-UP DOLL…. WHO DID THIS TO ME AND WHY ?… THIS ISN’T FAIR….. FAIR…. I HOPE SOMEONE USES ME FAIRLY SOON… NOO… CAN’T THINK THAT.. THAT.. THAT GUY ACROSS FROM ME… IS HE MY OWNER ?… I HOPE SO… NO!….” Lana mentally shouted even as the simplistic thinking of a fuck toy threatened to overwhelm her consciousness. ...

Jill looked around her home and frowned in consternation. She had asked her husband to buy a new furniture set so that when she did her daily exercise, she wasn’t tripping over some tacky furniture while doing her routine. " Hmm..I’ll have to leave him a note to remind him when he gets back from his meetings.." she thought to herself as she wandered over to her kitchen counter. Jill poured herself a tall glass of orange juice and opened up a cupboard to get out her bottle of diet pills. She was momentarily irritated when she couldn’t find her bottle but after looking behind the water glasses, she spotted it near the back of the cupboard. She took it out and shook a few pills into her open right hand before putting the bottle back. Tossing the pills in her mouth, she swallowed them with a swig of juice as she wandered over to where her home entertainment unit was. ...

Erin glanced at her cell phone for a text message that would explain why her boyfriend Wally was so late for their dinner date that night. The two had been a couple over the past two years and it had been pretty much great times for Erin the entire time. Early on, Erin saw, and heard, a few women try to latch onto Wally and the dark haired man had taken Erin aside and explained to her that the women in question were past girlfriends who he had ended relationships with some time ago. For some women, this might have been a devastating revelation but Erin appreciated the honesty Wally showed and quickly put the matter behind her. “Wally is such a thoughtful and caring man who has been such a wonderful man in my life. I think he’s honest and truthful about everything we talk about,” Erin thought to herself as she glanced at her cell phone a second time. A moment or two later, Erin heard the front door open and was relieved when she saw Wally walk into view seconds afterwards. “Sorry I’m late, honey, but the suits in R&D wanted me to, uhhh, start working late on some new experimental stuff and tonight was the first time. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you about this before now. I’ll try and make it up to you, I swear, " Wally said with a dismayed look and tone to his face and voice. “Oh, that’s all right, honey. Did you want to take a late night run down to the restaurant or take a rain check on the whole evening? " Erin said as she hugged her boyfriend and the two sat down together on a nearby couch. “Hmmm, how about we settle for a couple glasses of that imported Czech beer I bought last week instead? I have a proposition to make you that will liven things up for us as far as our intimate times together go. Are you interested? " Wally said with a slightly mischievous look crossing his face. “Let’s talk after the beer, shall we? That way, we’re both feeling good when you spring this little idea on me, " Erin remarked which brought a silent nod from Wally. After both had downed two glasses of beer and chatted about their activities of the past few days, Wally set his empty glass down on the nearby coffee table and leaned back to snuggle with Erin. “Ok, here’s the idea I have in mind and if you don’t want to go along with it, that’s no problem in the slightest. You know I’ve been working late recently in the research and development area of the company coming up with new chemical solutions for a wide range of uses. Well, one particular solution, I think, is supposed to heighten the sexual experience for a woman by approximately one hundred to two hundred percent with no side effects, as far as I can tell. In other words, Erin, you can take it, have the best sex of your life and not turn into a raging nymphomaniac, " Wally said somewhat quietly and with perhaps a little concern visible in his voice. For an entire minute, Erin remained silent as she contemplated the offer made by her lover. " Well, I have to admit, it does sound interesting. As long as there are no side effects and it delivers as promised, I’m more than willing to take part in some, uhhh, ‘home trials’, " she said with a playful look crossing her face as she traced the edges of her glass with a finger on her right hand. “There are no side effects that I’m aware of and as long as everything stays within the usual guidelines, it’ll be nothing but fun and pleasure. Now, tell me what you’ve been up to today, " Wally said as he patted Erin on the thigh and leaned back on the couch. Even as Erin recited the routine tasks that she had undertaken during the day, her mind was racing as she pictured what laid ahead in the coming days and weeks and if Wally’s promise was anything close to being true, sex was going to be anything but routine…. A few days later………….. ...

Allison stretched her arms as she wandered around her bedroom trying to decide what to wear for her day working down at the local antique store. She had started working at the store three years ago and found it a fun place to work with all the numerous and different items that came and went from the business. However, Allison also found the stories that customers told about the items they brought to the shop to be almost as fascinating as the items themselves. For example, one fellow brought in a few weeks ago that looked like a painting originating from 18th or 19th century Europe. The man said it was originally painted by an artist depicting hell if it was run by cuddly white rabbits dressed as demons. He was offered $500,000 US by an art collector but thought it might fetch more if displayed at the store for sale. However, when Allison looked more closely at the painting, she saw there was evidence of red crayons being used on part of the artwork that made it relatively worthless. The man stormed angrily out of the gallery after smashing the art into a million pieces in extreme frustration. Allison shook her head as she mentally added his reactions to all the angry and blustery customers of the past. The dark haired beauty had just picked out her outfit for the day when she received a call from Mr. Bronson, the owner of the store. He had just purchased a large quantity of antiques from a Czech collector sight unseen and he had no room to store it all between the store and his own house. The owner asked Allison if it would be possible for her to store a few of the pieces at her place temporarily until he had a chance to get everything appraised. He even offered her a bonus if she wanted to appraise the items she received as his way of showing his appreciation. After a moment or two of hesitation, Allison agreed and told Mr. Bronson that she would come into work after the items were delivered. “A bonus for doing my regular work at home! You can’t get much better of a way to make money.. just like all those annoying spam emails promise… Ha! " the brunette said with a wry smile as she headed back to the bedroom to finish changing. ...

“C’mon, Lindsay, if we don’t make it to the audition on time, we won’t have a shot at being in that new film ‘Magic Maidens of Maltoth’ that they’re getting ready to shoot at the Chillbird studios in town,” Gwen called out as she spritzed her blonde hair with yet another portion of hair spray. “Yeah, yeah, I’m just trying to figure out what to wear that will give the best impression. What do you think…. sleazy or demure?” Lindsay said holding a bright blue mini dress up to her nude body while primping before a mirror. “Well, as long as you remember that you have to show some sort of acting ability and not just flash your tits to the casting director like you did to get your last role,” Gwen said as she checked her lipstick in a nearby mirror. She walked into her bedroom and swiftly put on a blue satin pair of panties with a matching push-up bra. “Hey! It wasn’t my fault that the guy had just broken up with his wife and was looking for a little action. It’s not like we asked you to come into his office just when…. ummm….. we were being interactive…. " Lindsay murmured as she walked up and playfully slapped her friend and room mate on the ass. “If you want the job, try to keep that kind of ‘activity’ to a minimum or at least wait till the wrap party after the film is done shooting,” Gwen said as she walked back to the bathroom to put on her make-up and adjusted the straps of her bra. She then glanced at her watch and quickly put on her modest white dress with blue trim and matching shoes. “I’ll be in the car, Lindsay. You’ve got five minutes to get ready before we have to leave for the tests….! " Gwen called out before grabbing her purse and headed out the door hoping this would be great day by the time it was done….. That evening……. “I can’t believe that we were asked to come back for a second day of tests especially after you flubbed your lines at the audition,” Gwen said as she ran her hands through her hair in perplexment. “Well, don’t look at me. You were the one who knocked over the background scenery twice when you were supposed to be screaming for help from the hero of the film. Between that and the tiny errors I made, I thought we’d get shown the door in a hurry,” Lindsay said softly as she dug a bottle of mineral water out of the apartment fridge. “Yeah…. instead, the director… I think his name was John Smithee… asked us both to wait until the rest of the people trying out were done and had gone home for the day. He then walked over to us, thanked us for our patience and started reviewing the info we had listed on our resumes. Once that was done, he handed us both a couple of script pages and told us to come back in the morning to rehearse a few scenes, " Gwen said motioning towards some papers lying on a nearby coffee table. Lindsay nodded slightly as she took a drink from her bottle of water and walked over to the table in question. She picked up the papers and starting leafing through the pages, which were marked in bright colors for the different roles. After a few moments, Lindsay’s face took on a puzzled look and she paged back and forth rapidly before looking at the cover of the script intently for a few seconds. “Ummm…. I think you better have a look at the script that you were given,” Lindsay said as she handed her room mate a copy of the script. When Gwen looked at the script’s cover, she saw it was titled “LOVE IS AN ARTIFICIAL THING” and not the scifi one she was testing for. “Huh? I don’t understand…. did they give us the wrong scripts or something?” Gwen muttered as she stared at the script as if it was a foreign object. “Just a second….. I’ll call the director…” Lindsay said as she flipped open her cell phone and punched in the director’s phone number. After a couple of minutes of conversation, she turned the phone and looked at her room mate with a resigned look on her face. “Sorry to say, Gwen, that there was no mistake made in the script. It seems the director thought we were better suited for another flick he was shooting two days after finishing the one we were trying out for. According to the woman I talked to, that will be next week or the week after at the latest,” Lindsay said as she went through the script once again. “Well, that’s a bonus at least. Do you want to go over the first few pages of the script now? The director marked which lines are for each of us and it even indicates that we have a scene together,” Gwen chirped as she started scanning the pages with her finger before stopping and twitching her nose. “Are your allergies kicking up, Gwen?” Lindsay asked her room mate knowing that Gwen took medication for several types that proved to be extremely nasty in terms of reactions. “No, I don’t think so. It’s just my nose felt irritated there for a few seconds like a cloud of pollen had suddenly come in contact with it. Well, let’s get things started, shall we? According to the script, we’re intergalactic vigilantes who retrieve anything and anyone for the right price. In this first scene, the two of us are discussing our next mission…. infiltrating a planet that mimics one of Earth’s oldest customs,” Gwen said as she ran her left forefinger under her nose in contemplation. “Cool! I’ll go get those water guns we got for the beach last summer and we’ll use them as props for the scene,” Lindsay said happily as she hurried off to her bedroom closet to get the items in question. Visions of starring roles in multi million dollar movies made by famous Hollywood producers and living in mansions they only saw on TV danced in both women’s heads as they started to rehearse the opening scene of their roles. 9 days later…… ...

Jennifer toweled off after her morning swim. She loved to go in the pool first thing in the morning after seeing her husband off to work. David was a wonderful man who provided her a very satisfactory lifestyle but unfortunately due to his many long nights at work, it left her very bored at times. At first, she tried hobbies, surfing the net and various other activities but none seemed to satisfy her, especially her raging desire and passion. So she started to take on a few lovers from around the city. She was always discreet with them and made sure that at first they never met at her home or at places she might be recognized. However, she recently had dropped quite a bit of secrecy and once was on the phone with one while her husband’s car was just leaving for the day. Oh but the sex was well worth it she mused to herself. She absently played with her breasts as she envisioned how her lovers would run their hands all over her supple body bringing her to the height of ecstasy again and again. Last week, she even arranged a 3-way with a man and another woman. The bed creaked and moaned well into the night as they wriggled and screamed with lust and passion. She thought it would be a night she would have to try again, soon. She was brought of her daydreaming by the chimes of the doorbell. She glanced at her watch and realized it must be the salesman David told her was coming by to discuss house improvements and other matters. She scurried to the front door still wearing her damp two piece silver bikini and opened up the door. A man in his mid 30’s was standing there, black hair with greying at the temples, carrying a silver attache case in one hand and a walking cane in the other. Jennifer noticed that the cane head was a silver snake head which looked very detailed. “Jennifer, I presume,” he said. “My name is Tim. Tim Smith..” He looked at her with a look of anticipation and something else, something Jennifer couldn’t quite place. She invited him inside and asked him if he’d like something to drink. He shook his head “No, not now… we have much to discuss..” he said firmly. A little disconcerted, she nevertheless invited him to sit out by the pool for their discussion. Once seated, Tim turned to her and asked a series of relatively boring questions concerning how long they lived there, had they made any improvements to the house since then, and so on. He then started to ask questions of a more personal nature, like did they plan to have children in the future. When he started to inquire about her sex life, Jennifer raised her hands. “Sorry, that’s too much info for what you need.” Tim smiled. “Oh, but David has helped us on his end and you’d like us to be thorough, wouldn’t you?” he said as he raised up his cane in his hands. The head of the snake was facing her and the tiny eyes seemed to be fixed on her own. Jennifer’s objections seemed to melt away in her mind. Honesty, yes, that never hurts - to a point she mused to herself as her mind seemed to be getting a little hazy. Tim’s probing questions seemed to be coming awful fast. Sex with David? Oh yes, but not often enough she seemed to blurt out. She was going to apologize but it didn’t seem to matter and it was getting very warm. Lovers ? Oh yes, she said, very slowly and listed off quite a few of them by name, forgetting her earlier confidences. It was strange how warm she was and how her body felt so tight now and pleasurable. _Fucktoy* ?_What was that word coming into her mind for?* She noticed her legs were spreading apart. Oh, but she felt so good. She felt her sexual desire becoming all-consuming. That and her need to please and be used seemed to overwhelm her foggy mind. Suddenly, she felt herself slide slowly off the chair, hitting the concrete patio. Strangely, she seemed to bounce with almost a squeaky noise. She did not move. During all this, Mr. Smith just sat there with the cane head pointed at her. When she hit the floor, he got up, went over, and picked her up. He carried her inside the house and she could tell that she was light as a feather. He then stood her against the bed and methodically began to take off her silver bikini. He then took a full length mirror out and stood it in front of Jennifer. Jennifer was shocked at the image that looked back at her. She had been transformed into a lifelike love doll. Her breasts were enlarged and rode high on her chest. Her cheeks had an artificial look, with a bright red color to them. Her mouth was stuck in an O-shape as was her anus. She tried to scream or move but could do neither. Tim then walked over in front of her and looking directly in her doll eyes said “My dear, this whole procedure is only temporary. You see, your husband found out about your indiscretions some time ago. Once he calmed down a little, he contacted my firm to arrange revenge; a different type of revenge, you see. You’ll stay in this form for 6 months, to be used and stored as a plastic doll, as David sees fit. After the 6 months, you’ll revert back to human form but with one minor difference. If you ever think of telling anybody about this or return to screwing around behind your husband’s back, you’ll revert to this form instantly and on a PERMANENT basis.” Tim reached over and cupped Jennifer’s inflated right breast with his hand. A bolt of almost indescribable ecstasy hit her and she would have moaned out loud if she was able to. “The positive thing - from your perspective ...

Bonnie and Kelly were two people very much in love who spent considerable time on the road seeing the sights and sounds of the country. They encountered many strange people and saw a few things that were only whispered rumors in most people’s homes. One ritual in particular interested the duo greatly. Deep in the bayou country, there lived a woman rumored to be the most powerful swamp witch in the world. As Bonnie and Kelly watched from bushes a short distance from the woman’s property, the witch milked several poison snakes and spiders of their venom which she poured into an iron cauldron that was heating over an open fire. She then added several other ingredients such as herbs and a large pail of swamp water to the mixture. ...

The candles burned brightly casting a pale light in the otherwise dark room as a figure moved around in the background opening and closing cupboard doors. After thirty seconds or so, the woman moved over to the large wooden table that stood in the center of the room . She sat down on an ornate chair that was next to the table and lit three candles on the table to provide more light for her to see with. Dressed in a brightly colored dress with numerous beads and a long flowing necklace, she resembled a carnival fortune teller that would spin wild imaginary tales for people willing to fork over a couple of dollars. ...

(story continues from Voodoo Spell)_ _This story is the sequel to Voodoo Spell Part 2: Rest & Relaxation. Jasmine put her feet up on the table sipping on a cold alcoholic drink while looking at the figure that was lying on the couch. The brown haired woman’s name was Gina MacDonald, sister of Holly, who was now residing in Jasmine’s basement modeling a lovely black bra and panty set with a long metal support rod inserted into what was her ass . Jasmine had caught Gina snooping through her house late one night and rendered her unconscious with a rag soaked in chloroform. She put the unconscious intruder on the couch and quickly searched the woman’s pockets for a clue as to why she was breaking into her home and what she was looking for. She found a note in her right pants pocket that appeared to have been written by the private investigator Jasmine had hired a short while ago while preparing for revenge against her ex-husband. The note indicated that Holly’s disappearance may have been arranged by Jasmine and that clues to where Holly might be now would be contained within Jasmine’s home. Searching Gina’s other pockets, Jasmine found a loaded handgun which she knew Gina would have used to extract the truth, Jasmine emptied the weapon of it’s ammunition and placed it in a nearby drawer which she then locked with a key. After stripping Gina of her clothing, Jasmine went over to her dining room table where she set up the candles in the same pattern she had them when last she practiced her voodoo. She glanced over to Gina’s nude body and admired the lean and beautiful body. Although she was not a lesbian by nature, she found the rise and fall of Gina’s chest as she breathed to be quite an erotic sight. As Jasmine looked over at Gina, a wicked idea crossed her mind of how to ensure Jasmine would no longer interfere with her plans and have some fun at the interfering bitch’s expense. She sat down at the candle lit table and pulled out a doll that looked similar to the one she had used with Holly only this was bereft of clothing already. After lying the doll down on the table, she began to wave a glow stick in the air above the table while swaying back and forth chanting in a speech that seemed to be a mixture of French, Latin and other languages. While Jasmine chanted over and over, she put down the stick and picked up an eyedropper that was sitting in dish full of a clear liquid. She squeezed a few drops over the doll’s body and lightly rubbed it in with her left little finger while continuing her routine. After a minute or so, an amazing change started to occur to Gina’s form. For starters, her eyes suddenly opened wide though they did not move around at all but instead stared straight up at the ceiling. Her mouth opened wide and formed itself into what seemed to be an ovular shape. Gina’s legs slowly parted and her right leg stuck out straight hanging over the edge of the couch. Her breasts swelled outward going from A to C cup size in a matter of seconds with the pink nipples becoming brighter in color. Grinning in satisfaction, Jasmine leaned over and pushed the doll’s hands gently so that the tiny hands cupped the doll’s breasts. She then threw a handful of powder onto three candles in rapid succession producing a series of bright flashes that lit up the whole room. Chanting in a rapid fire manner, Jasmine pointed dramatically with her right index finger towards Gina’s prone body and stared at the form with great anticipation. Almost immediately, Gina’s body began to shimmer noticeably even while her hands rose stiffly in the air and cupped her breasts in an enticing manner. Her skin began to look smooth and shiny with no sign of freckles or blemishes visible anywhere on her body. Seams started to appear up and down her torso that would suggest she was now just a inanimate doll made of sheets of latex sewn together. Her mouth, which was already in an ovular shape, stretched even more into an O-shape with her teeth and tongue melting away forming a soft interior of velvety softness. There was no longer any sign of breathing or eye movement for Gina whatsoever. ...

" Well, that’s another annual convention done for this year. I swear that this meetings get more and more dull every decade that goes by. " Holly muttered out loud as she threw her handbag onto a nearby chair before sitting down on her living room couch. Looking up at the television, she pointed at it with her left index finger for a second or two. Blue energy flowed out of the finger and enveloped the TV which flickered on almost immediately. ...

Sabrina looked through her closet for the shoes she wanted to wear for that night’s dinner with her husband Travis. He had promised her an evening of fine wine and dining as compensation for his being away from home the last couple of months. Of course, the fact that Travis was a powerful warlock who often found himself involved in battles of magic or fighting creatures that were thought to be mythical explained his absence in that regard. Nevertheless, she found herself growing a little weary of explaining his numerous ' disappearances’ as the result of last minute business trips Travis had to take to their friends and family. She had asked him if she could accompany him on his last adventure but he shook his head and told her that he was going to be doing battle with an arch foe of his and he wanted her home where she would be safe. ...

It was a warm summer day with birds chirping and the usual traffic noise associated with a busy downtown. One building in particular was drawing a fair amount of traffic and people going in and out. Draped just above the front entrance was a large banner with GRAND OPENING - BEAUTIFUL BODIES SPA written on it. Large glass windows next to the entrance showcased a vast array of exercise machines and weightlifting areas which were in heavy usage by mostly women in their 20’s and 30’s. ...

Vickie wasn’t sure why she agreed to help out her common law husband Mike in his stage act as a professional hypnotist/magician’s assistant. Billing himself as ’ Michangelo, the Master of Magics and Mysticism ‘, Mike would perform various feats of slight of hand and other simple feats of magic with Vickie aiding as best she could. Unfortunately, Mike was at best a mediocre magician with little style and he often flubbed even the simplest tricks. Vickie asked him several times if he would ask one of the other magicians that appeared on the same billet that he worked from at the local theater for help but Mike categorically refused. ...