Part 1: Fantasy becomes Reality. Hi my name is Michelle but currently I’m better known as number 11. Why 11, that’s because I’m currently doll number eleven in my Masters dolly collection. Sometimes he uses my name, other times my number and on other occasions Cindy. How did I become part of his collection? It all started when I wrote a story for a dolly website, the story was based on my life when I was married. Ever since I can recall I have had the desire to be a doll, when I was in my teenage years my bed was covered in dolls and at night I would lay there at night dreaming that I was one of them. Nobody thought me strange but then they didn’t know about my little fantasy world. Boys, then college distracted me for a while and the dolls took a back seat but ever so often I would place myself in my fantasy and become the dolly I so wanted to become. ...

Part 1 Oh, how she regretted the night she ever went to the Club. Her life now was certainly a change to what it had been before. It was not one she would probably have chosen again given her time over, but then again she might, she mused as another orgasm wracked her pinioned body. Laura’s story began almost a year ago to the day. It had all began with dare, her little clique of friends had all challenged one another as to who could wear the most outrageous costume to the local young farmers club’s annual fancy dress party night. Laura was a bit of loaner; her group of friends had tolerated her since their school days, now all in the mid twenties, Laura would always be the one who always had to win at any cost. Since Laura’s parents had been killed in a horrific car crash some years back and she had been left a substantial inheritance, her resources for competing with the others in the group were almost boundless. ...

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

(story continues from Still Life 3 - Mistaken Identities) Part Four - Les Yeux Sans Visage (The Eyes Without Face) I rolled out of bed, shaking my hair out of my face. Darrin leaned over and propped himself up on his elbow. “Going already?” “It’s ten ’till eleven,” I said. I turned and smiled. “You know I turn into a pumpkin at eleven PM.” As I walked across the large bedroom to the master bath I heard Darrin say, “Still, isn’t there anything I could do to get you to stay a little long?” ...

I held the wand in my hands for a long time before I began to adjust the settings. Did I know what I was doing then? Of course I did. I’d be a fool to say so otherwise. How my boyfriend had come across the wand I can’t say. He gave it to me as a birthday present last year. It was a nanotech wand, one that could enact changes to a person simply by setting the controls, inserting it into one’s body, and letting it run. It specialized in inanimate doll transformations: mannequins, Real Dolls, and, believe it or not, inflatable dolls. I asked if getting turned into a little doll was possible, and he told me the company that made these wands figured that in a couple of years they’d figure out how to convert mater in such a way that turning a full-grown person into a foot-tall Barbie Doll wouldn’t be out of the question, but for now you could still be a Barbie, but you’d be a life-sized one. ...

#9 Andreabound in the Iron Maiden – Part One My last adventure cast as an innocent girl accused of witchcraft and due to be tortured into a confession hadn’t quite worked out as planned. The water seeping into the oubliette had added a level of authenticity that had been more frightening than exciting and consequently the planned fantasy had been driven from my mind. Disappointing, but then the path of true fantasy is littered with rope burns and unforeseen bruises. Not to mention the occasional close shave; all part of a girl’s journey into self discovery. ...

#8 Andreabound revisits the Oubliette – Part One After the success of my jail cell I wanted to spend more time locked in the basement of my new house. Unfortunately, no assignments came up at work that would give me an excuse to stay at home for a week or more. Any less time than that simply wasn’t going to work for my needs. After a few frustrating weeks I decided to try something different. My hands had recovered from the grievance done to them whilst lifting and handling the rough, heavy cinder blocks. So it was time for more building. I missed my oubliette, left in the attic of my previous home. I wondered if the new occupants had found it yet and, if so, what they had made of the strange construction. I decided this new oubliette would be made of stone and should be smaller and even more confining than the last one. ...

I recently took a vacation to a town where a friend of mine lives due to some work related stuff. I haven’t seen my friend for almost two year’s and I looked forward to seeing her. We had always been close to each other and had a special friendship, which allowed us to be there for each other without getting lost in the throws of a relationship. She had moved away and we had always kept in touch with each other, a call every month was always welcomed and we understood that when we got together, it was like we had never been apart. I would always call her first whenever anything important was facing my life. I always appreciated her views and opinions and considered her my mentor in many ways. I was always thrilled to hear about the many different projects she had been working on, and it was apparent that her decision to move away was a wise one. She was extremely successful, both professionally and financially. She was very secure, stable and beyond beautiful with her long hair and seductive Librarian look. I never envied her success but knew that she was destined to be more than the average woman. ...

This morning I awoke, horny as all hell. I looked over at my wife of the past 35+ years and she was sleeping in the nude and glistened in the golden rays of the sunrise. It was Sunday, the one day of the week we sleep late, so I did not want to wake her I just wanted to hold my lust in check while watching her. Remember that Techie is my keyholder too I sleep with my cock controlled with a Chastilock. I order for me to even have an erection I have to wake her to get the key to unlock my sex. ...

My husband, Techster, has always prided himself on his ways to develop new ideas for inescapable self-bondage. I love to watch him work on his latest creation in his workshop. He usually builds everything in a series of unrelated pieces so I can’t figure out what he is constructing. He uses his big router table to put a nice rounded edge on everything that a person (captive) might touch. Then everything is hand sanded and given a final coat or either epoxy or gloss varnish. During the last year he has surprised me several times with gifts when he sold his self bondage devices. ...

Adrian was an archaeology major two years away from her PHD. She accepted a spot on an archaeology dig in South America. They had discovered an ancient city deep in the rain forest. So far they’d uncovered only the service of a few building. Adrian was really looking forward to this. Nobody could figure out who built the city of even how old the buildings where. When she arrived she was sent to help Jose, another student in her archaeology class, work on another possible building. ...

Derek Tyndal was a hard man to work for. But he was even harder to live with. His long suffering wife Kath would sit by meekly and indulge him. Derek was heavily into bondage of all sorts. Hogtie, suspension, packaging, straight jackets, mummification. You name it, he did it. He had decided one night he would wrap his wife up in tape. Once he had done that he had gone out to the bar and got drunk and had finished up in the cells for the night leaving his wife to suffer. The sergeant asked if he had anyone who could bail him out, but he was so drunk he was incomprehensible. Kath was left wriggling all night trying to get out of the tapes. But that did not bother him. He was the breadwinner and she would have to put up with it. ...

Harry was worried about being seen. He had spotted the massage parlour a long time ago and from “whispers” knew it was a cover for a brothel. He always thought they should be legal. Better that than having a woman raped. But now, he had not had sex for a year. He needed relief. He walked up and down the street and even went around the block. Harry took notice of all the shops along the road. Grocers, hairdressers, the massage parlour, sweetshop, chemists, and a few odds and ends of shops. ...

The e-mail came just two days after my first story (The Mummy’s Dream) appeared on Gromet’s Plaza. Gromet had warned me in his e-mail about the dangers of allowing my e-mail to be use with the story. Any body could get hold of it and there are some strange people out there in cyberspace. The e-mail didn’t seem strange. It was from a lady called Mary. The e-mail simply said she lived nearby and had similar interest in plastic and mummification. If I liked we could correspond by e-mail. ...

(story continues from Dream Assignment 3 - Three Times Free) Bound hand and foot, Josie is awaiting whatever plans Jack has in store for her… Part 4 - For You Josie’s hands were bound with rope behind her back. Her ankles were also roped together, and a ball gag stretched her mouth and silenced her very effectively. Hair dishevelled and dress disarranged as she’d struggled very pleasurably against being tied up, she now lay on her side in the middle of the biggest playroom in Jack’s exclusive BDSM club, waiting for him. They were alone now. ...

I didn’t know what to expect when the package arrived. I’d been told by my friend on the Internet – the one I chatted with concerning dolls and mannequins and being changed into objects – that this “would change my life.” Change. That’s what I wanted. I was strange about it. I wanted to become things: dolls, mannequins, play things . . . anything that wasn’t me I was interested in becoming. My friend knew what I liked. We’d spoken for hours about this, about my fetish and fantasies and such. He didn’t think me strange. If anything, he thought I was interesting and refreshing. ...

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

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

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

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