“You have to be joking! I mean… there isn’t any such thing as ‘magic’, not for real anyway!” I insisted as I stared at the three life-size dolls sprawled back on the built in sofa in the semi-sunken ‘conversation pit’ and the odd looking dildos laying on the coffee table taking up most of the middle of the conversation pit. The details of the naked dolls’ were amazingly life-like, and they were posed in the most lewd ways, as if they were in the middle of masturbating themselves to orgasm. Jenny casually entered the conversation pit and plopped down beside one of the lewd naked dolls as she said, “Oh, no, I’m not joking, Debbie. These things really are magic dildos, and they really do turn girls into sex-dolls…” as she picked up one of the five colorful dildos, a bright blue one. Jenny paused and just stood there a few moments just staring at the dildo in her hand, apparently lost in thought. Then she seemed shake herself when I stepped down into the pit and asked as I pointed at the lewd naked doll lounging on the sofa next to her, “Are you saying this use to be real girl, and those dildos turned her into a life size sex toy?” “Ah, well, no… the dildos on the table didn’t turn her or the other two into dolls…” Jenny replied as she reached down, moved the hand of the doll away from its crotch, and pulled a wetly slick dildo from its shiny wet rubber pussy, “… this is the one that turned her into a sex-doll, Deb. The dildos they used is still in their pussies and are the ones that turned them into sex-dolls.” then she held up the one she pulled out of the doll’s pussy next to the one she got off the coffee table as she asked, “You see how dull this one is compared to the ones that haven’t been used yet?” I saw what she meant about the difference in the two dildos, but I was more interested in how life-like the sex-dolls were and took a closer look at the one she took the dildo out of. I was amazed by the detail and how really life-like that part of the doll looked, and giving in to my curiosity I discovered that part of the doll also felt almost totally real. The slick wetness covering the doll’s crotch, thighs and fingers as if it had really just finished masturbating even smelled like a girl’s sex. But, it was still obvious* the dolls weren’t alive, and no matter what Jenny said I really couldn’t believe they had never been alive. Each doll was different, and not only did they have different size and shaped breasts, figures, faces, hair styles, color and textures, the details of their pussies were also different. All three of the dolls looked very sexy… just the kind of big boobed looks most guys seem to really like. I was still examining the details of the amazingly life-like dolls when I glanced over at Jenny and was startled to see her taking her clothes off. I could only stare in surprise a moment or two befor demanding, “Jenny! What the hell do you think you’re doing!?” Slipping off her bra and tossing it atop her blouse laying on the clothes already piled up on the coffee table Jenny gave me a shy excited smile and replied, “What does it look like I’m doing?” Dropping my voice low I said in exasperation, “Okay… I see you’re taking your clothes off, but why are you doing that? What if someone comes in and catches you like that?” “Well…” Jenny said as she slipped her shorts off, “I really don’t care…” then paused to take her panties off before continuing, “…if someone comes in, Debbie. I’m taking my clothes off because I’m going to give this magic dildo a tryout…” I exclaimed in surprise, “What!?” and demanded, “But, but… I thought you said that is what it will do… turn you into a doll just like, like these other dolls! If you really believe that thing can really do that, then why the hell are you going to messing around with the thing?” Jenny finished undressing, adding the last of her clothes to the piles and lounged back on the sofa beside one of the dolls before explaining, “Oh, I don’t just ‘believe’ this can turn me into a sex-doll, Iknow_ it can do that because I saw Bethany and Karen using them yesterday…” I couldn’t believe Jenny really meant what she said as I interrupted to demand, “But if you really Know_ that thing will do that to you then why are you going to use it? Do you want to be turned into a big sex-doll like these other girls?” Jenny got an almost dreamy look as she began caressing herself with that blue dildo that now seemed to be almost glowing as she continued as those I hadn’t interrupted, “It was the most amazing thing to see them turning into sex-dolls. From all the moaning, groaning and gasping they were having one obviously super orgasm after another until they finally turned all the way into dolls. When Bethany noticed me watching she managed to tell me it felt better then anything she ever felt before. Even after they saw they were changing they didn’t stop until they had finished turning into big sexy dolls. They looked a whole lot sexier, and both had bigger better looking boobs and really sexy bodies after they turned into sex-dolls.” I just stared at her after she said this until I finally asked rather sarcastically, “So, because it’s suppose to feel so great and you might get some bigger boobs you gonna turn yourself into a rubber sex-doll?” While rubbing the almost glowing dildo back and forth against the nipples of her small A-cup breasts Jenny giggled and said, “Sure, why not? Especially since some of the girls working here told me the transformation is only temporary. They said after a girl spends up to five years as a sex-doll they are ’exchanged’ and changed back into a real person, but they keep the bigger boobs and better figure. I think it’ll be a blast to be a sex-doll for a few years, just laying back and getting fucked by whatever horny guy that buys me.” I’m not sure why I grabbed up one of the remaining dildos, a fluorescent green one, but when I did I felt a pleasant electric like tingling all over my body, especially down in my crotch and around my nipples. My nipples and crotch continued tingling in that pleasant erotic way as I found myself staring at the dildo I had picked up as Jenny giggle again and said, “Mmmm… feels good, doesn’t it? Debbie, why don’t you take off those clothes and join me? I bet you’ll be a very sexy doll…” I tore my attention from the warm glowing dildo I held to stared at Jenny as she lay back on one of the sofas next to a motionless sex-doll and began rubbing the tip of the blue dildo up and down against her already wet slit. While Jenny was obviously enjoyed what she was doing I just stood there watching her and caressing myself with that warm tingling dildo. I was more then a little astonished, and really turned-on by how shy mousy Jenny was actually doing such a lewd sexy thing right there in front of me. Jenny was soon moaning, groaning, gasping and shuttering in raw naked sexual delight. Despite what was obviously a totally mind-blowing experience she managed to gasp, “Oh goooood gwaad! This, this, this… ffeeelss sssooo fuckin goooood!!” Jenny must have been going at it non-stop for at least a good twenty minutes. I found I couldn’t take my eyes off her the whole time and I was barely aware of removing my top and bra so I could better caress myself with my dildo. About this time I suddenly realized Jenny’s many freckles had all faded or had blended together into a really nice overall tan. Then I also noticed all the little scars on her knees and elbows she had acquired from growing up as an over-active tom-boy had also all disappeared. Even as I watched I could actually see Jenny’s skin changing and taking on a soft barely noticeable plastic sheen, looking more and more like the sex-dolls’ soft silicone rubber skin. Jenny also obviously noticed the changes and between orgasms managed to gasp, “Oh yessss… it, it’s really happening!… Oh yesssss… feeeelsss ssoooo goood, ssoooo fuckin gooood!” Then her rather small but large nippled A-cup size breasts began to visibly grow bigger and bigger with each orgasm. At the same time her slim hipped tomboyish figure began taking on a noticeably curvier, sexier shape… a _very curvy sexy shape as she continued pumping that bright blue dildo in and out of her squishy wet pussy. Then she suddenly gave a long low breathy moan and got a really sexy expression on her face as all movement suddenly slowed to a stop with the dildo pushed almost out of sight in her pussy. I had been caressing myself all over with my dildo when I finally noticed Jenny hadn’t moved or even blinked after a what seemed like a long time I very reluctantly stopped rubbing myself through my soaking wet panties to see if she was okay. I was amazed to find myself getting turned on even more then I already was as felt Jenny’s now D-cup size boobs to find they as well as the rest of her soft living flesh had actually turned into the soft flesh-like silicone rubber of a very life-like sex-doll. It really happened, just like she said it would, she had turned into a sexy life-like sex-doll, just like the other dolls. Like she had said about Bethany and Karen, Jenny the sex-doll really did look much, much sexier then Jenny the girl had… with big soft boobs and a super-sexy figure like a sex-doll should have. I found myself sitting on the sofa across from Jenny-the-Sex-Doll, caressing myself with my own dildo while thinking about how really sexy the idea of being a sex-doll like Jenny was and how super turned-on the idea made me. My nipples were all hard, almost painfully stiff, my pussy had to be literally dripping wet since my panties were soaking wet. I couldn’t keep from wondering what would feel like turning into a sex-doll like Jenny had done as I almost eagerly slipped off my soaking wet panties. Caressing myself again with my warm green dildo felt so very, very good, especially when I caressed my nipples and breasts, and my belly and thighs. As I lay back on the sofa between two sexy sex-dolls I ran the tip of my glowing dildo between the folds of my slick wet slit against bare flesh and triggered the one of the most fantastic orgasms I have ever experienced. When I slowly drifted down from the peek of that first great orgasm I found I had shoved almost all of my glowing green dildo deep way in my squishy wet pussy. I began to slowly pump the warm throbbing magic dildo in and out of my pussy, making a really lewd squish-squishing sound and causing my pussy juice to run down the crack of my ass from my hot wet slit. Pumping the dildo in and out faster and faster it was only a minute or two until I had another fantastic orgasm, and then another, and another super orgasm. As I got to the edge of cumming a fifth time I shoved the glowing green dildo as deep as I could in my pussy and triggered the most fantastic orgasm yet. I_Knew_ the dildo was going to turn me into a doll, just like Jenny’s dildo turned her into a sexy sex-doll, and I found myself agreeing with her about how good it will be to spend a few years as some horny guy’s sexy sex-doll… and anyway the magic dildo just felt to good to stop. I lost track of time as well as how many times I came and I barely noticed the slight tingling sensation all over. A few moments after the tingling began I just happened to be looking down at my freckled boobs and saw the freckles and all the other little blemishes just fade away as my skin took on an almost plastic like sheen. Then I felt a weirdly erotic sensation of pressure in my boobs as I watched my skin take on the same too-smooth look of the sex-dolls sprawled back motionless beside me. Pumping the wonderfully warm throbbing dildo in and out of my pussy I watched in an orgasmic daze as my boobs swelled bigger and bigger with each orgasm until they were huge, at least ‘DD’s or maybe even a full ‘F’ or ‘G’ cup. Before my boobs stopped growing bigger it felt my whole body was being squeezed and massage and shaped by huge powerful invisible hands, being molded like clay or, or silicone rubber into a much sexier, curvier, fuller version of myself, like Jenny’s body had changed at the last, but different too. Giving in to a sudden powerful urge I drove the warm tingling dildo as deep as possible into my sopping wet cunt and surging pulsating orgasms gripping my body exploded into the most powerful orgasm yet, forcing a long gasping shuddering moan from me. As awareness returned as I slowly came down from that last fantastic mind blowing mega-orgasm I felt so good it took a while for me to realize I couldn’t move, I couldn’t even blink, and I was pretty sure I wasn’t breathing either. Then I suddenly realized *It_ had really happened! The dildo had really turned me into a sexy big boobed sex-doll, just like Jenny and the other sex-dolls. I was now Debbie-the-Sex-Doll, and it felt ssoooo very good. I was sprawled back motionless on the sofa in the same kind of lewd sexy pose as the sex-dolls on either side of me, frozen motionless staring down over and between my huge stiff nippled tits at Jenny sprawled back in a similar lewd way on the other sofa. I was bit surprised I was still able to wonder about anything, or that I was still so aware of my surroundings, and I was just as surprised by how good, how… ‘right’ it felt to be a sex-doll, like this is what I was always meant to be, a sexy sex-doll. I found myself wondering a bit about what happens next, but I really didn’t much care as long as someone used me and fucked me. It will be so good to have a warm stiff dick fucking my cunt, or my ass, or my mouth and be used as I should be used. I didn’t really care which of my fuck-holes is used just as long as some stud puts me to use and fucks me. Some time later I was imagining myself in the middle of a orgy, being used over and over again when I became aware three young women had entered the room. When they examined me and the other dolls I discovered just how fantastically good it feels to be touched, to have my boobs held and squeezed, my thighs caressed, my cunt fingered. I really wished they would continue playing with me, but it wasn’t long before all three of the girls had picked up a dildo. Soon after they picked up the dildos it was obvious the three young women was becoming more and more aroused until first one, then the other two began adding their clothes to the pile on the table. They were soon masturbating and fucking themselves with their dildos. They didn’t stop until they had also turned into three more sexy big-boobed sex-dolls sprawled back on the sofa. All the dildos had been used and there was eight sex-doll waiting to be put to use with the patiences of the life-size rubber dolls they obviously were. ...

Angela had never been an exceptionally pretty girl. She wasn’t ugly, just homely. Her beauty lay in her gentleness and kindness, but few men ever stayed with her long enough to figure that out. So, as a result, she was a very reserved and quiet person. She owned a small antique shop willed to her by her uncle, who had passed away some time ago. Every so often, a man would come in, but he told her was looking for a gift for his wife, and her hopes were dashed. ...

I begin my decent into the world of rubber. It is a methodical decent of stages. One layer at a time I add to my sensual arousal. Each layer tightens the grip of the rubbery skin in which I am enveloped. For me the journey is as important as the arrival. The first layer starts out simple enough… a latex brief with attached sheath and pouch. I pull on a surf suit with a reinforced ring that the sheath and pouch encased jewels slip through with willing ease. The narrow elastic ring tightens behind my balls, locking the jewels into place. ...

Chapter 17: A Proper Slave Then it was morning, not that Selena had any awareness other than the gentle caress of a warm hand stroking her forehead. She opened her eyes in the dim light and at once a surge of joy and delight flowed through her body and mind. “At last!” she silently voiced, then focussed on the form bending over her. The slaves head was an ovoid of gleaming latex with a proboscis projecting from where the mouth should be. A fully inflated helmet with vinyl eye pieces covered any evidence of femininity; only the shapely breasts signalled a feminine form. ...

ULTI-MAI-DEN: Ultimate Maid Guardian “My dear Mai, I believe it’s time for you to wake up… ” “What… what is this… why am I… who… ” “So many questions, and yet you barely have the energy to stay awake. I’m afraid that won’t do, Miss Mai.” “Who are you? And… why can’t I remember my name… ?” “Oh but you can… just try.” “My name is… Mai… Mai Mai Oppai… ” “That is correct… I’m glad you can remember as much.” ...

ULTI-MAI-DEN: Ultimate Maid Guardian “My dear Mai, I believe it’s time for you to wake up… ” “What… what is this… why am I… who… ” “So many questions, and yet you barely have the energy to stay awake. I’m afraid that won’t do, Miss Mai.” “Who are you? And… why can’t I remember my name… ?” “Oh but you can… just try.” “My name is… Mai… Mai Mai Oppai… ” “That is correct… I’m glad you can remember as much.” ...

Click! The front door popped open. “Hi Honey, it’s only me” my wife called. Right at that moment, I knew I was in trouble. I started to struggle, but in my current predicament, I wasn’t going anywhere. Earlier that morning, after my wife, Emma, had left for her weekly walk and talk with her best friend from down the road, I had decided that the time was right for a little bit of self bondage. ...

At the age of nineteen I was still living at home with my parents and I therefore knew a number of their friends and social contracts. One friend of my mother, who I would place in her mid-fifties (the friend, not my mother) ran a hairdressing business from her home and after the local barber had made a bit of a mess of my hair at my previous visit, my mother suggested that I may like to go to her friend next time. My mother pointed out that while her friend did mainly cut women’s hair she had a number of male clients also. ...

Summary: Jane has fun on a Texas vacation until she gets too close to the machinery on a cattle ranch. (Part of a series of cartoon-themed stories written for a real-life couple. - J.) Jane arrived in Texas and was taken in a limousine to the ranch owned by the family of her new friend Sheila Dunson. She was met at the door of the palatial Dunson ranch house by Sheila and her sisters Shari and Susie, all attractive blondes in their 20s, all very friendly and hospitable. ...

Summary: Jane mistakenly walks into Acme Body Enhancement instead of her beauty salon. (Part of a series of cartoon-themed stories written for a real-life couple. - J.) Jane’s friends had recommended to her a new beauty parlor, the Acme Hair Salon. So Kevin dropped her off one day for an 11 a.m. hair appointment. Looking around the street as Kevin sped away, Jane couldn’t find the salon’s address or its signage. Then she spotted a small Acme sign at the end of the block. It seemed odd to her that the sign was so far away from where the store was supposed to be, and even odder when she had to go down a dirty alley to find the entrance. ...

Summary: Jane gets a job in a nursery, but her unstable co-worker runs her through the automated infant care system. (Part of a series of cartoon-themed stories written for a real-life couple. - J.) Jane had expected that her new job at the nursery would be a lot of work, but it was turning out extremely easy. A state-of-the-art automated system did all of the menial chores of tending to the babies’ needs: the days of changing diapers, washing and feeding were over, and all she had to do was monitor the nursery and make sure that everything was functioning normally. ...

Emma was tired, no, exhausted would be more accurate. It was nearly four o’clock in the morning yet sleep was the last thing on her mind. She had not moved all night yet her arms and legs were telling her that she had been on a cross-trainer at the gym continuously for several hours. Of course such a thing would be impossible. For a start the gym shut at ten, and secondly there were safeguards that prevented you from using the machine for more than thirty minutes without a rest. Emma was not at the gym. She was lying on the floor in the lounge of her parents’ home, naked and hog-tied, a ball gag preventing anything but the faintest of mews. The house was empty of all other living beings. Her parents were away for the weekend, due home in a few hours. The thought of being found by them was the only thing on her mind, that and the desperate search of a means of escape. The feint intermittent buzzing at her groin was the only distraction. ...

My life has been an almost perfect life. I’ve been an A, B student my whole life and graduated college as a physical therapist. My boyfriend of two years asked me to marry him a few months back and we planned a spring wedding. I wanted an April wedding and of course he agreed. Come to find out he has been saving up his money from when he was a child to pay for college and had ten thousand left over. My family owned a farm and was rich and between them we were planning a perfect wedding. Today is the two year anniversary of when we started dating and one month before the wedding, lets plan something special. ...

LEGAL NOTICE: This is purely a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. continued from chapter 4 Chapter 5: Not Any Plane-Jane Fantasy “Jessica!!! It’s so cool!!!” Heather’s piercing squeal caused Jessica to temporarily turn down the volume on the speakerphone in her study… “Brulée sent a letter with a date and time for my session! It’s in two weeks at her private studio in the south of France! She’s even sending a private jet to pick us up!!! Can you believe it Jessica?! A private jet!!!” ...

LEGAL NOTICE: This is purely a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. continued from chapter 5 Chapter 6: Any Landing You Can Walk Away From Jessica returned to the main cabin after showering and making herself ‘presentable’, to find Heather standing in the main cabin dressed in a bright pink PVC Heidi dress that barely came to mid-thigh. “I wanted to make a good impression!” Heather smiled as she twirled around showing off her newest addition to her wardrobe for Jessica before offering her a last glass of champagne. ...

LEGAL NOTICE: This is purely a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. continued from chapter 6 Chapter 7: Sometimes You Need a Lift Jessica was woken from a light sleep by her maid as she raised the shades in the spacious bedroom. “Good morning Mistress! I hope you had a pleasant night’s sleep. I have breakfast waiting for you in the living area. Or if you prefer, I can serve you in here Mistress.” ...

Chapter 2: Paulsen House The Paulsen House was the guest “cottage” on the end of the long peninsula at the west end of the island. It would be a good walk before lunch. She figured she’d have to reset the alarm or something. It was breezy and cool as she walked to the Paulsen place. The ten minute walk was invigorating. She let herself in and found the power was off. She checked the alarm panel and tried to reset it but the system didn’t respond. The little power off light winked persistently. She went back to the kitchen. She found the utility room door opened the door. She ran her flashlight over the walls to find the circuit panel. She noticed another door next to the panel as she stepped into the room. The door close behind her closed. It was on a spring. The place was dark as she fumbled with the master switch in the panel. The lights came on. Triumphantly she turned to leave. The door she had entered had no inside knob! ...

She called me, early in the afternoon, “Can you do me a favor, I’m having a party tonight and I wanted your help to serve and tend bar, Please say you will?” “Okay,” I replied. We’d been friends some time, and I never minded helping out with things like this for her. “Thanks, and one more thing, would you wear the catsuit, you know which one I mean, it’s a “special” party…” ...

Chapter 16: Last Night of Freedom ‘S’ awoke still heavily rubberised, her corset holding her fast; she ached all over and felt the need for a long shower. The liquid in her suit had been re-absorbed whilst she slept, she lay wondering what time it was and where her beloved Master was. The room was night black and she realised that she had been blindfolded. She reached up to check only to realise that she was restricted; her hands would not move above her neck. The sound of chain confirmed her bondage; she lay back and would have smiled had not the breathe-through gag stopped her. There was nothing to do but wait for release by her Master. ...

She had been dreaming about it again. It always started the same, a summer evening, a gentle wind blowing through the trees of the forest that she walked through, and then she would come upon it. A large pile of earth, next to a deep pit that seemed to call to her, want her. She would go to the edge of the pit and look down; it was a deep narrow hole in the soft earth. It looked as though she would only have enough room to stand. She would place her feet on the bottom of the pit, and then stand there for a moment, taking a handful of the dirt, and rubbing it on her. Taking a moment, she would position herself in the bottom in a fetal position. As she would do this, it would seem as though the walls of the pit would begin to turn to mud and slowly begin to fill in around her form, flowing over every part of her. Soon it would stop, and the mountainous pile at the top of the hole would begin to slowly sink in on top of her crumpled form. Then all would go black. ...