Home Alone – A Weekend of Self-Bondage Play I recently had that rare opportunity to indulge in satisfying several of my ideas. I live with my wife and young adult son, so I don’t have as many chances to indulge myself as I’d like. My wife doesn’t approve of my play, and it isn’t the kind of thing most people share with their children, no matter how old they are. To my amazement, events came together so that both would be out of town from Friday until Sunday. I was scheduled to work Friday, Saturday, and Sunday evenings, but figured there would still be time to have some fun. ...

What a long bus ride, only 3 hours but the anticipation of what was to come drove me mad. i get off the bus and check into a hotel. i call you as you ordered me to let you know i have arrived. i am told to be dressed and bound in some way. You tell me not to disappoint you or i will be sorry. i have 2 hours you tell me. ...

What a long bus ride, only 3 hours but the anticipation of what was to come drove me mad. i get off the bus and check into a hotel. i call you as you ordered me to let you know i have arrived. i am told to be dressed and bound in some way. You tell me not to disappoint you or i will be sorry. i have 2 hours you tell me. ...

The children are all grown and out of our home so my husband and favorite toy, Techster, and I are free to pursue our kinkier games. We are an old married couple (we’re about 60 years old we’ve married for 35 plus years). We have always enjoyed our games. Of course now it is a lot easier without children in the house. The Friday night after the Thanksgiving holiday while we were watching a spy movie with a scantily clad heroine struggling against chains, I made the mistake of remarking to Techster, My husband, that, “ It would take more than twenty feet of chain and four locks to contain me.” ...

(story continues from More Fantasies come to Life 3) Part 4 “Let’s see we haven’t really played with any ass tonight so let’s try a little butt action,” Mistress K said as she dug into one of the duffels. My ass still hurt like hell so I didn’t agree with her at all but I sure didn’t say anything. One gave me a funny smile looking up from the floor, like he knew something that I didn’t. So what else is new. ...

Have you ever made a spur-of-the-moment purchase and then wonder why you did it and what you are going to with it? And then had your doubts answered the next day? About ten years ago, I bought a full set of steel manacles; I was at a renaissance faire and a blacksmith was selling them, custom-made, for $100. Definitely a bargain I couldn’t pass up. I went into the back room where he took my measurements and then asked what kind of locking device I wanted on them. I selected an allen-wrench screw, which was secure in itself, but for even more security, my idea was to cover the screw with a padlock. He told me he would fashion the manaces and I was to bring the padlocks the next day and then he would drill the holes to fit. ...

I have been into cross dressing and tight inescapable bondage for as long as I can remember, and my need to push the envelope got stronger all the time. The times of dressing up and binding myself at home were long gone as far as the ultimate excitement. Now I found myself going out into the outside world, where the risk of been seen were much greater. Thanks to the internet and such places as the sub shop, and of course E bay, I had gathered an extensive collection of toys, restraints, and clothes. My favorites include the body hugging lyra exeunt cat suits, and well pretty much anything tight. ...

I have been into cross dressing and tight inescapable bondage for as long as I can remember, and my need to push the envelope got stronger all the time. The times of dressing up and binding myself at home were long gone as far as the ultimate excitement. Now I found myself going out into the outside world, where the risk of been seen were much greater. Thanks to the internet and such places as the sub shop, and of course E bay, I had gathered an extensive collection of toys, restraints, and clothes. My favorites include the body hugging lycra exeunt cat suits, and well pretty much anything tight. ...

Changed Perspective (furry) He had given me a present a year earlier for our anniversary. It was a simple enough looking bracelet. My husband had told me that it had the power to turn the wearer into whatever the next person that looked into the wearer’s eyes wanted. Let’s just say that that idea was REALLY far fetched, but I’ve learned over time that my husband, when being serious, is always right. My husband told me that all I had to do was put the bracelet on and make sure that he was the next person to look at me. He told me it was a bit of an experiment, he didn’t even know what he wanted, he explained, “But the bracelet will know”. Well needless to say I was afraid. Not afraid of the bracelet itself, but afraid of finding out that I was not exactly what my husband wanted. I’m a realistic person, and I know I’m not perfect, but deep inside of me I wanted to put on the bracelet, and have him look in my eyes, and nothing would change. Finally a year later, I had worked up the nerve to try it, but I knew I would need a little help. I would bind myself to the bed, spread eagle, and wait for him to come home. I would set myself up hours before he was supposed to come home so that I would not be as nervous as I would be if he was due home any minute. I would put the bracelet on and be stuck in it. I got started early in the morning, eating a good breakfast and getting myself and all the stuff I would need ready. I loved self bondage, and my husband was getting used to finding me tied up helpless at least once a month. I always tied myself in a position so that my entrances were vulnerable. Today would be no different. I always set up a release mechanism just in case. Normally this was a small bucket of ice sitting on the floor with my release keys frozen in it. The key was tied by a string, to the bedpost or somewhere near my hands so that once it was thawed I could haul up the key and release myself. More than once I had spent extra hours in bondage, replaying in my mind the answering machine message from my husband saying that he would be late from work. But never had I gotten a chance to use my key. I took a shower, shaving every inch of my body from my nose down to my toes, and then put lotion all over my body to make my skin extra soft. My body was now fully hairless, even the peach fuzz that covers normal skin, the only hair left was my scalp hair, and my eyebrows. I set the heat in the house a tad warmer, being winter, and being that I would be naked for hours. I straightened out the bed sheets, and laid out on the bed the objects I would need later. On a whim, I picked up my wrist and ankle cuffs and put them on early. They where fuzzy on the inside, leather on the outside, and felt tight and conforming on my skin, just the thing I needed to keep me in the mood through lunch. I checked over the safety list in my head and decided my supplies were good. I went downstairs and had myself a good solid lunch that would last me a while. Tuna fish salad sandwiches always seem to hold me for a long time. Wearing pajamas, I checked the doors and windows to make sure everything was locked. I checked the heater to make sure that it had turned off at a good temperature. Everything looked good so I started my way upstairs to start. Stripping naked, I added some more lotion to my skin to protect against razor burn. I walked to the mirror to enjoy the look of my mostly hairless body. The black leather cuffs with their chromed D rings where a stark contrast to my light colored skin, but I needed something more. I went to my drawer and pulled out a collar that we had bought a long time back that had “pet” embroidered on it. Checking the mirror again, the black leather collar matched the cuffs perfectly and added an extra look of submission. Back to the bed, I attached the ropes I would need on each of the bed posts, and laid my penis gag next to the pillow. Knowing I still had a trip downstairs to make, I took out my largest butt plug and, with a little help from some lubricant, slid the vibrating butt plug in. This was a great toy; it had all of its electronics internal so there were no hanging wires to get in the way. Under a latex protective cover was a switch that was just on or off, but the great thing was that the vibrator had a mind of its own, turning on and off randomly. I turned on the switch, and a powerful quick buzz followed letting me know it was working. My knees buckled from the sudden jolt. It was time to go downstairs and get my ice bucket from the freezer. Risking being seen, just for an extra thrill, I went downstairs as I was, not covering up. I ran past the front bay window into the kitchen, not daring to look outside. I grabbed my ice fast, and ran back upstairs, grinning madly from my daring little stunt of exhibitionism. I attached the other side of the frozen key’s string to the bedpost near my hand and sat down in the middle of the bed. I tied my feet to their posts. I laid back and pulled myself up in the bed as far as I could with my ankles bound. I picked up the penis gag and placed it in my mouth, attaching it behind my head with its buckle. My favorite gag for use with my husband, it had a latex flap that covered my lower face so I can barely get any noise out as he is bringing me to multiple orgasms. Now I was starting to get a little nervous. I pulled open the drawer again, and grabbed the box for the bracelet that my husband had given to me. I put on the bracelet with a resounding click, and placed its box between my shins on the bed so my husband would see it right away. Lastly I picked up my two locks off the bedside stand and locked my right wrist to the post. Trying to think of any last problems that might arise I laid there with my fingers clenching the last lock in place but not closed. This was my last shot to think of… BZZZZZZZ….. CLICK…. Damn, I had totally forgotten about the butt plug. It surprised me so bad that I clenched closed the last lock. Well this is what I wanted anyways. The excitement of the buzzing plug, the sudden unexpected captivity, thoughts of what might happen tonight, I was really excited. Just as I was coming close to climax though, the vibrator did its job, and shut off, leaving me excited, panting, and writhing my hips. Trying my best the press the toy deeper into me. I was careful not to writhe too much though, as my wrist and ankle ropes were on a ratcheting mechanism that pulls slightly on the rope and takes up any slack provided to it. This meant that the more I struggled the tighter the ropes would get. This was a nice addition to my bondage because it kept me ever wary of my bondage, and when my husband would finally come home and use me, every thrust of his body against mine would tighten my bondage slightly until the end, when I could not move an inch. Luckily though, the mechanism that keeps the ropes tight can not pull the bonds tighter than my body can stretch, it can only take up slack. As I started to calm down from the initial shock, my favorite part of bondage started to flow into my mind. I started to daydream about all the things that could go wrong (or right). Normally I would daydream about a burglar, or a neighborhood teenager breaking in and teasing me, then using me for their pleasure. Every once in a rare while my mind would get away from me and I would daydream that they would call all their friends over to play with me, or I would dream that they would bind me tight and carry me out of the house, throw me in the trunk, and take me home as their new toy. But today was different. Today I had other things to dream about. I started to think about what the bracelet would do. Was the bracelet just figurative, a kind of roll playing incentive? Would it change me into a buxom blond with huge tits, would it be permanent? Would the bracelet affect my mind? Did my husband want a mindless sex slave to fuck and to clean the house only dressed in skimpy clothes. What if the wrong person came into the room first? What if my husband brought home one of his friends, who saw me on the way to use the bathroom. What would I become then!? Oh well, to late to change my mind now! Well I had plenty of time to think about it, so I focused myself on thinking up a good daydream. I started to think about what would happen if … BZZZZZZ… and I squeaked into my gag. Damn that vibrator. It only buzzed for about a second this time, but then there came another noise, a thump downstairs. My mind raced; what could it be. I suddenly remembered my running downstairs in bondage. What if someone saw me? What if someone noticed me carrying the ice bucket and knew what it was. What if someone was coming upstairs right now? What would they think when they looked into my eyes and saw me change into their wildest dream! No matter what happens I’ll keep my eyes shut I thought, but all the time getting wetter and hotter, thinking of the possibilities. A couple minutes of silence later and… BZZZZZZ… This time it stayed on for a while. I preyed silently that it would stop, but my hips ground, pushing the plug into the bed, trying to get more vibration from it. I thought of what it might look like, for a stranger to come into the room and see this bound girl, with gag in her mouth, riding the waves of pleasure, so vulnerable. I kept my eyes shut imagining a man standing in the room above me now. Sudden movement on the bed scared the FUCK out of me. I closed my eyes even harder, and froze all my movements, now scared. I could feel the different parts of my mind fighting for control. Part of me was so unbelievably horny, yet another part of me was scared for my life. I felt the bed’s surface move again, and I imagined someone in my room rubbing their hand across the bed’s surface straight at my pussy. The vibrator cut off, and then there was no sound. I listened so carefully, I swear I could have heard a flea sneeze I was being so quiet. There was still no sound. I felt the sheets move again, ever so slightly, but no sound. Then BZZZZZ for about ½ second, I grunted into my gag from the shock, but I didn’t move, frozen in place. That’s when I felt the first touch. Something soft yet rough brushed my pussy lips and made me jump. I couldn’t control my response; I leaned my head up and looked down toward the sensation. There was my freaking cat, staring intently at my pussy, poised to strike at any movement. I tried to tell him to go away, but the gag and my bondage did not lend toward helping me scold him. I laid back and relaxed hoping that if I lay still enough he would become uninterested and leave. That’s when the rascal laid down facing away from me, with his back pressed into my inner thighs and my pussy. The feeling of his warm fur against my completely hairless skin was kind of nice. I wiggled my hips a little bit and tried to get him to move off of me. All I managed to do was get him to sit up, and he started licking his paws as if nothing had happened. BZZZZZ… it came on again. I looked down to see my cat staring intently on my pussy again, obviously intrigued. He pawed experimentally at my lips, lightly at first, then harder like he was digging for the culprit. The thought of my cat playing with my most sensitive place was not what was having an effect on me. My body’s response to the sensations on the other hand was doing a number. BZZZZZ… then it stopped. My cat just sat there and pondered the noise that it had just heard, still staring, and pawing at my privates lightly. The pawing felt kind of nice, but when he started to sniff me, tickling me with his whiskers and nose, I really started to squirm. My bonds where ratcheting significantly tighter as I tried to control myself and not move under this tickling torment. Soon the tickling stopped and I felt him walk up my chest, digging his nails into me ever so slightly. When he got to my face he started rubbing his cheek in my cheek. I was so frustrated, one part of me was intolerably horny, another part of me was pissed at my cat’s interference, and yet another part of me was saying “awwww how cute” at his cat love rubs on my cheek. I could hear him purring now, making me feel a little more relaxed. I tried to use eye language to coax him to get off the bed; I kept looking at him and then making exaggerated looks off the bed. He took me in, trying to figure out what I was doing. Finally he got the clue and stepped off the bed and went off to do his catly things. After all of that trauma and stress, I was having a hard time now thinking up my first bondage daydream. It also didn’t help (or maybe it DID help) that my struggles had left me tied a lot tighter than I was earlier, barely able to move now, I was unable to shake off the tickling cat hairs he had left behind in his exploration of my bound body. My skin tingled, I felt like there was cat hairs all over my body. I thought I was just having a psychosomatic itchy reaction to the couple of hairs he had left on me, but the tingling just grew worse. I concentrated and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push this tingling feeling out of my mind. But as I concentrated I noticed other things. My hips ached, my jaw hurt and I had a headache. My teeth felt weird, like the “Novocaine tingle” you get after the dentist. My ears where buzzing with noise, my nose was picking up smells from everywhere. I could smell my own sex, and I could smell something else, something musky in the air. Then a sharp pain in my lower spine and I blacked out. ….. BZZZZZZZ…. Waking up to the lovely feeling of the vibrator in my ass, I yawned, or… tried to yawn thanks to the penis gag. I felt funny all over, I felt warmer than normal, I felt shorter than normal. I just didn’t feel like myself. What I did feel for sure though was my cat walking back and forth urgently from my left foot too my crotch, rubbing up and down my leg the whole time. I looked down to see what his fuss was all about, and what I saw shocked me. There, all down my chest and legs was a black coat of hair. I was hairy from my toes up to as far as I could see, and from the feeling of it, it covered every inch of me. I looked up at my hands, and saw that same black coat of hair covering my arms and hands. I moved my tongue around in my mouth feeling the penis gag and noticed that my tongue was smaller and felt like it might have been rougher. I took another look between my legs, any yup… there was a tail! …BZZZZZZ…. Another hit from the vibrator, and my cat stopped to check out the sound again. He turned around to face my pussy, and came closer for a look. From the feeling of his nose on my pussy lips I could tell that there was no hair there, but I could not feel his whiskers on my thighs. He started licking at my lips. I squirmed from this attention and was quickly reminded of the ratchets as I heard one of my legs ratchets clicking away more of my freedom. How had I heard that all the way down there? And I could hear my cat purring too as he licked away at my lips. Sooner than I would have thought normal I was purring into my penis gag. Purring?! I tried to moan, but all that came out was a deep purr from my chest! Oh my god! That dambed cat! He had looked into my eyes when I shooed him off the bed earlier! Oh my god! The bracelet actually worked! And now I’m a cat woman! Oh my god! Is this going to be permanent?! Sensing my distress, or something, my cat walked back up my chest and came to rub on my face again. The musky smell that seemed ever present since I woke up suddenly was very strong in my nose. Just from the smell I felt my heart flutter in my chest. It was the most wonderful smell I had ever smelled, and I could feel myself getting instantly and uncontrollably hornier if that was possible at all. Animal urges filled my mind; all I wanted to do was get into position so my mate could mount me. Where are these thoughts coming from! Deep in me more visions of me getting mounted filled my minds eye, clouding out most other thoughts. I could see myself in my mind, a wild black panther, getting fucked hard from behind by a huge male. I could feel the urges to turn over and get mounted, but my bonds held tight. I was purring loudly now, I could feel the purring vibrations from my chest all the way down in my sex. My mind thought only of sex. My cat kept rubbing my face with his cheek, marking his queen with his pheremones. BZZZZZ… My cat pounced down my chest and swatted at my pussy, trying to catch whatever was making the noise. He stuck his paw as far under my butt crack as possible trying to pull out whatever vermin was making the buzzing noise, but to no avail. This new sensation ended quickly though as he went back to licking my privates. From all the excitement and my now super human arousal level, my lips had spread out and gave room for my cat to lick anywhere he liked. I could smell my scent and it smelled different now, completely different from a human, my mind knew the smell, it was the scent of a cat in heat, and it was obviously affecting my cat. He licked at my sex, licking everywhere, inside my labia, thighs, vaginal opening, and every once in a while hitting my clit, sending shocks through my body that threatened to make me black out again. He rubbed his cheeks on my sex and licked away aggressively, he even made two miserably failed attempts to mount me, which my body on its own accord pushed my hips up into him out of habit attempting to help his entry. Through all of this attention, I could imagine myself lying tied to the bed spread eagle helpless to stop my cat’s attention and helpless to help him mount me. Something older in my mind kept trying to tell me that I didn’t want to be mounted by my cat, but most of my senses where buzzing happily with the prospects of getting fucked. I could just imagine what would happen when my husband would come home. Would he flip out and leave, would he come free me from my binds, would he mount me!? BZZZZZZ… again that damned vibrator, and my cat still licking away at my sex, was too much to take. So close to climax, so far from getting mounted. Click, click, click, I heard with my now enhanced hearing. I could hear each tumbler in the lock turning individually. My husband was home. No time left to wonder what he would think. Wanting to get fucked badly I took on a face that I thought most resembled “fuck me hard” and waited for my husband to come upstairs. As my husband entered the room, he gasped and ran over to my side. I was breathing hard now, breathing deeply trying to get his scent. In an instant the story of his day unfolded in my nose. I could smell his musk, I could tell he was horny, I could smell his coworkers, I could smell his lunch. I could smell the scent of every girl at work that he had come even close to today on his clothes. I was jealous even though I could not smell the sex of any of these women on him. I wanted to take him into me, make him mine so he would have no need to turn to these other women for what he needed. I could see in my husbands eyes a look of terror at my plight leave as he realized that everything was ok, that I was not hurt. “Relax honey, relax, you’re ok.” My husband said. “The effects will wear off in a couple of hours, I was told the transformation takes less than an hour but the reverse transformation takes about 3-4 hours.” “Honey” he said, “are you hurt?” I nodded “no” to him. “Let me unbind you then, hold still. You know you are kind of sexy like this, you know I prefer shaved, but your ears and button nose are just so cute,” he said with a smirk. As he unbound me I stretched. I turned over on my stomach and stood on my knees and hands, and arched my back noticing my new flexibility. Bent over in this position I remembered my purpose, I remembered how bad I wanted to get mounted. As swift as a cat, I got up, grabbed my cat, threw him out of the bedroom and closed the door. Without missing a beat, and taking my husband by surprise, I knocked him off his feet onto the ground and with amazing new strength pinned him. He looked surprised but not scared, and I didn’t stop. I quickly took the bracelet off of me and clasped it to his wrist. A renewed look of surprise washed over my husbands face as he fought against me. I held him down until he passed out, just as I had. I watched him closely as I stripped him naked. The moment I had clasped it on his wrist, I had envisioned what I wanted most. I envisioned an intelegent black panther to take me and make me his. I watched his transformation closely, watched his body fold up into the fetal position and take on a drastically new shape. Unlike my change to a half human half cat, his transformation was looking a lot more complete. While I waited for his transformation to complete, I examined my own body. I was still mostly the shape of a woman, but with a couple obvious cat features. I realized quickly that my skin was a lot more sensitive to touch, and I even enjoyed petting myself. My chest still had my same breasts on them, but now there where 6 nipples, my top nipples right where they should be, but the next two nipples down where on new breasts about 1/3 the size of my real breasts, below these was my last pair of nipples on yet smaller breasts, almost unnoticeably small. My tongue was indeed smaller and rougher, somewhere between a human and a cat. My ears had risen on my head and formed cat ears. My hands and feet now had blunt claws where once where nails. And seeing my tail whip back and forth by it’s self was a thrill in it’s own. In under an hour he had changed fully from my husband to a massive 180lb sleek black panther. I ran my hands over his fur, petting him, caressing him. As he started to come to, I welcomed him back with loud purring, and I began licking his face. He turned to me and raised his head, sniffing the air around me. I pushed him back to lying down, and continued to lick his fur. I wanted to get a full feel for his majestic body now that there was less urgency. I knew I was his queen to fuck and now there was no rush. I licked his fur, “cleaning” him. Traveling the length of his body, the whole time admiring the strength and tone of his muscles. I realized that if he wanted me, there was no way that I would be able to stop him with my half developed cat/human body. Still purring, I managed my way down his stomach. I repositioned myself so that I was straddling his upper shoulders, knowing damn well that my scent would drive him mad. Sure enough, within moments his erection started to pop out. I licked him up and down, and felt that the texture of his penis was somewhat like my tongue, barbed in one direction. I wondered what this would feel like pumping into my swollen sex. I took his penis into my mouth, massaging his testicles as I worked. Over my purring I could hear him still sniffing the air. Without warning he rolled his weight from under me, knocking me off balance. He took this opportunity to place a paw on my chest and knock me backwards and come to stand over me. I just laid there, not knowing what would happen next, but knowing that I was powerless in his presence. He brought his nose to my cheek where my cat had been rubbing his smell on me. My husband let out a deep, yet almost silent growl. He licked my face, cleaning off the smell of my cat, then rubbed his cheeks on mine, marking me as his. He took that rough tongue, and traced it down my body, just as I had done to him, but stopping at each of my 6 nipples to tease them. Still with that one paw on my chest, he moved it down to my stomach to hold me in place, while he moved his head down to lap at my thighs and cunt. He stepped away from me, and swatted roughly at my legs seemingly trying to turn me over. This is the moment I thought. No turning back now, I was going to find out what those barbs on his penis would do to my vagina momentarily. The thought of finally getting mounted surged back into my memory. Lust filled my mind with images of him on my back. I rolled over on my stomach and put my ass up in the air with my legs spread, he waited absolutely no time to mount me. Having his weight distributed differently in his body now than that of a man’s body, I was now pinned down by almost his full weight. He wrapped his front paws around my waist and humped his penis franticly like a wild animal trying to find its way into me. Obviously aggravated he let out a kind of disgruntled growl/sigh. The difference in anatomy was aggravating both of us. Without a conscious thought, I reached back between my legs, grabbed his tool, and lined it up. Instinct seemed to take over both of us. As soon as he had entered me, my body seized up like I was frozen in time, I could not move a muscle. While my husband on the other hand was now frantically pumping me at an un-human rate. I could only feel the barbs on his penis when the tip of his penis got to where my hymen was. When his penis was deep in me there was no pain. It did not take long before his humping was done and his seed was spent. He tried to withdrawal. The pain of his barbs trying to exit my body, and something deep within me, caused me on turn to him and hiss loudly. I brandished my teeth and claws at him for trying to exit, and he paused. But after a few moments, as his member started to shrink within me, his penis slipped out of me smoothly and painlessly. I lay next to him, as he bent down to clean himself off I fingered my clit and stroked my soar pussy lips, purring away. “Honey” I said, “can you understand me?” my voice was somewhere between an odd whisper and a purr. He nodded “yes”. I reached over and took the bracelet off of him. “Honey, I want you again… but this time I want you as myself. Can you control yourself enough not to hurt my human body?” After a moment he nodded yes again. Without a word I walked over to my dresser and pulled out a pair of my panties as he sat on the floor watching me. I rubbed the panties all over my sex cleaning as much of my juices off as I could, then I pushed the panties inside of me just deep enough to get them soaked even more. I felt my body tingling again, so I rushed off to the bathroom and locked the door behind me. Lying on the floor in the fetal position the aching and pains started again. It didn’t take long for me to pass out. When I woke, I stood up and looked in the mirror. “Damn, I should have gotten photos before I changed back” I thought out loud. There I was in the mirror, normal and hairless again. I quickly took a shower and went back into the bedroom to find my husband there, sleeping curled in a ball next to the heater. Walking over to him and kneeling with him, I started petting his scruff and neck. He woke with a start and purred almost instantly. “Honey get onto the bed” I said as I got up and went to the bathroom retrieving my soaked panties. “Here this should do it for you” I pressed the panties into his face and rubbed my cat body scent into the hair around his nose. Not a minute had passed and he was hard again, with me licking his shaft. I didn’t feel the same as before, I didn’t have the driving animal urges, but I knew that this was my husband, and somewhere deep inside I was still his queen to be taken. I pulled a jar of lubrication out of the drawer and lubed up his shaft and my own hole so that his barbs would not hurt so much. Climbing up on his chest, I lowered myself onto his rod, pressing him deep within me. I gasped from how large he was when inside this human body. After a moment I started stroking him with my sex. Slowly, getting myself aroused. To my surprise the feeling of the barbs tugging away at the deeper parts of my sex was turning me on. In this position I could feel the barbs lightly tugging on my G spot. As I got closer and closer to climax, I pumped him slower and slower, holding off my orgasm for what seemed like minutes. Finally when I could not stand my own torment any longer I slowly, carefully pulled him out of me and assumed the position to be mounted. I spread my knees extra far so that I was under the level of his chest. This time, my husband carefully walked himself over my body and positioned himself. I reached back and pulled him up to my sex as I pulled my knees together to raise my hips into his smooth cool hairy chest. I moved my hips back and pushed him into me slowly, making sure to get him as deep as possible so the barbs would not be pulled back into my hymen. He was so much warmer, almost burning me with his body temperature being much higher than mine. It was a chore for him to fuck me slowly, I could feel his instincts trying to take over and start brutally fucking me, but he held himself back. I put my face into the bed sheet and screamed in ecstasy as my orgasm built. I reached back with one hand and felt my stomach. A feeling of loss hit me as I realized that I no longer had 6 nipples. I moved that hand back up to play with my breasts, and moved my other hand down to play with my clit. Coming closer to orgasm now, I yelled out at him “Harder, Fuck me!” All self control he had been showing to this point left him. He pulled his front paws off the bed and wrapped them around my waist taking my breath away. He pressed the entire weight of his torso into me and fucked at me harder and faster than I thought would be possible. Soon I was riding the waves of pleasure, screaming into the bed sheets with my last breath. He squeezed his paws even tighter around me and gave one last fierce jab. I could feel his entire body tense and I could feel his semen surging against my cervix, many times hotter than human semen. We waited for his erection to subside again as I caught my breath. Once he had fallen out of me I laid him down on the bed and used my own mouth to clean him off this time. When I was satisfied that he was clean I laid myself down behind him, throwing one leg over his hips and one arm over his chest, I hugged him and fell asleep. When I awoke I was still on the bed hugging my husband, but now he was back to normal and my cat was lying behind me matting on my back purring sleepily. ...

Chapter 9 After her last session with Ming, Justine waited for two weeks before trying another bondage session. If truth be told, the experience with the machine frightened her just a bit. But you know what they say, best thing to do is get right back into the saddle. She wanted something slightly different this time, lighter on the physical pain and heavier on the humiliation. She had been working on a story to play out for some time, collecting needed “props”. It would be the perfect way to return to the game she loved. ...

Part 2 “If it isn’t the little gold digger, all tied up with no place to go”, said Jennifer as she leaned over Shannon’s body and moved aside a lock of hair from Shannon’s face with her fingertip. “I believe the will said the contents of the basement belonged to me, I guess that makes you mine!” whispered Jennifer into Shannon’s ear as her hand moved from Shannon’s face and brushed over Shannon’s torso. ...

At college Leanne and I had become close friends. She was tall and always immaculately dressed. In addition she had a figure that men would drool over and shoulder length naturally wavy auburn hair that would have not seemed out of place in any L’Oreal commercial. She was great company but men found her a bit of a challenge, as she was extremely brainy (she graduated with two degrees – one in computer science and the other an honours in economics). But what seemed to put men off more than her being more intelligent than they were was that she had a slight hair lip. So all you’ve been told about men only being attracted by tits and bums is a lot of rot – the face is the most important asset a girl has. ...

“I’m going to New York next week,” my wife announced one night at dinner. We were in the dining room of our home in Reigate, near London, eating a chicken dinner and drinking a rather inferior Chardonnay. “Oh, what for?” I asked. “I’m attending the annual company meeting. They want me there to answer questions about my project. One of the shareholders has already submitted a question.” “How long will you be gone?” I asked. ...

Chapter One: Volunteered My legs trembled with nervous energy as I stepped out of the shower. I had less than an hour to get dressed and catch a bus for down town. I’ve been nearly sick with anxiety all morning, and I had no way of contacting my sub to cancel our meeting. That phrase, “my sub”, sounded so foreign to me. He would be waiting for me at a fetish club downtown. We had some time reserved in a private play room. I’ve never acted as a Dom for anyone before. I did have a couple of experiences with boyfriends tying me up, but they just didn’t understand what I wanted out of the experience. I guess that was as much my fault as theirs. Growing up, I always felt deeply ashamed of my self-bondage experiences, and I found it difficult to share with people what I did, let alone why I liked it. ...

I’ve always loved gags. I don’t know what it is that has made them special for me but even when I was a little girl before my puberty, I found something very fascinating about them when I saw someone gagged in a comic book or in TV. Naturally it didn’t take me very long to find out about the non-existent effect that a classic over-the-mouth gag has when I started experimenting with gagging myself in my teen years. Even though every reasonable person can kind of figure it out by thinking about it, I was still very disappointed and I felt betrayed by the damsels in distress on TV that pretended they couldn’t make a sound although I knew the actress could very well recite Shakespeare if she’d want to. ...

Machines and humans have always fought and always will, from the earliest days when steam engines refused to go forwards, through the days when PCs refused to boot up, to today when robots insist on obeying commands literally. This is the story of one such battle, a young woman’s struggle to circumvent a machine’s internal limitations. The robot was a Christmas present to herself. Its cost represented most of her savings but Quintessa was depressed and felt she deserved some pleasure in life. The only other present she received that Christmas was a bottle of inexpensive perfume from one of her coworkers. ...

Stacy took in a deep breath as she walked up the small steps of the porch to the door of the huge house. Pausing to set her bags down and smooth out her knee length skirt, she then put on her brightest smile and rang the doorbell. She felt months of tension trying to leave her shoulders, even as she took in another deep breath. While she waited, she couldn’t help but marvel at the mansion sprawled out at the top of the hill. Pristine white, with sparkling windows and a wide lawn, she couldn’t help but nod her head once, speaking to herself, “Mom and Dad sure did do well with this place.” A few moments after that, the door opened up, a woman dressed as a maid, and only a little older than Stacy greeting her with a slight bow, “Oh! Miss, you’re early! Come in, come in! Your parents weren’t expecting you for another half-hour. Please, let me get your bags.” Before Stacy could even offer an objection the tall, matronly woman swept past, taking up the two bags in one hand each without any difficulties. The woman was nearly a full six inches taller than Stacy’s own height of five foot five, and much stronger to boot. The maid’s hair was also a deep black color, with lush waves running through it; a sharp contrast to Stacy’s own golden-blonde hair, which was straight as can be. She also had a very shapely body, with wide hips and large, soft breasts, nearly a full double D cup size. Stifling a giggle, Stacy sighed, but knew better than to try to argue with her, “Thank you, Greta.” She smiled warmly if a bit tiredly to the woman, and took a brief opportunity to give the dark-haired woman a hug; she’d been like a nanny and best friend to Stacy for years now, and Stacy always enjoyed her company, even if the woman could be a bit formal. Taking a few steps into the doorway, Stacy called out into the house, “Mom? Dad? It’s me, I’m home!” Stacy’s cry was rewarded with a muted answer, and then a woman who looked like an older, slightly more shapely version of Stacy appeared, her long skirts brushing her toes, “Oh, Stacy! You’re early, I take it traffic wasn’t bad?” Stacy shook her head even as she shared an embrace with her mother. As she pulled back, she noticed that Greta had already gone into the house, probably to drop her bags off. ...

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…….. ...

(story continues from The Takeover 1 - Anne Acts) Chapter 2 – “Maria’s Misery” Maria was desperately trying to stop breathing. Not permanently you understand, but just for half a minute or even a few seconds! Anything that would stop the incessant torment to her nether regions and breasts. It was three hours since she had felt Anne’s kid gloved hand stroke her encased cheek and then watched, through tear-filled eyes, as the leather coated back disappeared and the clicking of the high heels stopped with the slamming of the front door. To Maria it had been an eternity; an eternity of torment and aching muscles. ...