Boxing on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Trophy Winner

Mon, 15 Dec 2008 00:00:00 +0000

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

For Every Winner, There Must be a Loser

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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