Magic on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Magician's Assistant

Tue, 07 Nov 2023 00:00:00 +0000

Part 3

The box containing my transformed dolly form was presented to my new owner as requested by me, by my sister. He seemed very impressed with what he saw of me when he removed his new doll from the box and took his time examining my deflated body. His hands felt nice against my plastic skin, and he turned to my sister and asked, “So, when do I actually get to meet your sister?”

Magician's Assistant

Thu, 01 Dec 2022 00:00:00 +0000

Part 2

The journey to my new owner took just over two days; my box was delivered to a very surprised couple, as they found out when they opened the outer box to find my dolly form tucked away inside the sex doll box, along with the note from my sister explaining about the spell, and also my note to ‘DollyMaster’ that I hoped that he would keep me as just another dolly in his collection. They had expected to see me, but not like this.

The Ghosts Of Pickle Park

Sat, 29 Oct 2022 00:00:00 +0000

“This place is creepy, Mike.” Melissa said to her boyfriend Mike as they snuck through the fence of an abandoned amusement park.

Pickle Park was a popular amusement park until two young couples died when a roller coaster car sped off the tracks killing all four. The four people killed 17 years ago had also attended the community college that the couples sneaking into the abandoned park were attending.

Yeah, guys, this is a really spooky place” Deb said to her boyfriend Sean.

A Small Box

Wed, 28 Oct 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Magic Short 11 - A Small Box

Angelina felt frustrated, she had been assistant to Melinda for nearly a year and none of what she expected was happening. She had heard rumours that Melinda could use real magic, but in all the hundreds of hours of rehearsal and performance, the only magic she had seen Melinda perform was linking a couple of steel rings that did not seem to be gimmicked. She also fancied her boss and Melinda did not seem to notice.

Lisa in Another Box

Sun, 12 Jul 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Lisa opened the door to her flat and picked up the mail. In amongst the bills and unsolicited offers was a hand-written envelope. She dropped the rest on the kitchen table and took it into the bedroom, where she planned to change into a t-shirt and shorts to slob out for an evening watching TV; she had not decided if she would be bothered to cook or order in.

With the envelope open, two items dropped out onto the bed; a stiff piece of card and a note ripped from a spiral-bound pad. The card rectangle looked like a ticket. She read the note.

Fetish Magician

Sat, 04 Jul 2020 00:00:00 +0000

The Claustrophile: Hannah

I was expecting the call. Angela always calls me when Annie has had one of her ‘interesting experiences’. She had been particularly nervous about this one, because the man in charge was not from the scene, so it might have been uninteresting or interesting for all the wrong reasons.

“Hi,” I answered. “Who am I speaking to today?”

“Angela, of course. I just thought you might like to know about the ‘interesting experience’ Annie had the night before last.”

Fetish Magician

Sun, 28 Jun 2020 00:00:00 +0000

The Claustrophile: Tom

A few days after my first ‘adult’ magician’s gig I received a phone call.

“Hello, Tom, here,” I answered.

“Oh hi, um, I was, kind of, expecting an answerphone. Are you busy?”

“That depends on if you’re talking immediately or for the next few weeks. By the way, who am I talking to?”

“Oh, sorry, I’m Hannah. I was speaking to Angela and she suggested that I might like to be a magician’s assistant. I’ve seen the video Robert took. I was amazed. Angela said that you could probably do some stuff that I would enjoy.”

Transformations Ball

Sun, 02 Feb 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Continues from part two_

### Adam and Eve

The helicopter blew up a small cloud of dust as it landed. Two figures in black cloaks leapt from it and rushed to the waiting limousine. The pilot and the driver both recognised the wearers of the cloaks, but knew it was more than their jobs, and possibly their lives, were worth to mention that the couple had been seen together, especially here.

Transformations Ball

Sun, 02 Feb 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Continues from part four

Meredith

The Limo that ferried the attendees from the helipad in a clearing in the woods, to the hotel arrived with the next guest. Before the doorman could perform his duty of opening the car door for the occupant, a lithe woman swung the door open and stepped from the car that had barely stopped. Most of the guests had familiar faces and wore full-length cloaks to hide there costume, or lack of costume. The woman who strutted from the car to the entrance of the lobby wore a bikini top that almost entirely covered her moderate sized breasts and a shimmery skirt, slit on one side and hooked up at the waist on the other side, where it was tucked into a fish tail. It was evident, beyond any doubt, that the mermaid costume was exactly that.

Transformations Ball

Sun, 02 Feb 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Continues from part three_

### Heidi Seeque

The blacked out limousine pulled up at the entrance of the venue for the Transformations Ball, a charity event that took the form of a secret weekend sex and costume party; money raised being donated to other charities to help transform the lives of people for the better. The reason for the secrecy was the generally high media profile of the participants, who came to have fun and let their hair down in ways that might damage their standing if known to the public. The woman who emerged from the car was not worried about that, as this was exactly the kind of behaviour she was known for.

Transformations Ball

Sun, 26 Jan 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Continues from part one_

### The Skeltons

The Skeltons flew into the venue for the Transformations Ball at about half past three on the Friday afternoon, anticipating a fun and sexy weekend of rubbing shoulders, and probably more, with celebrities and other like-minded and wealthy people. It was a chance to let their hair down and go wild without having to worry about what the media thought, because the media would not know. Both Anna and Karl were hoping to meet some of the people they had had fun with last year and the year before.

Transformations Ball

Sun, 26 Jan 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Jenny

Jenny looked at her reflection in the mirror in the ladies room. Her golden hair drawn into a pony-tail. Her face made up to give her pretty features the look of a middle-eastern harem girl. The look continued below where a bikini of pale blue transparent fabric supported and displayed her bust. In her navel sparkled a blue stone that might be a sapphire.

Barely above her hips began Harem pants in the same material as her top. Jenny was amazed and confused by what was below. Instead of her legs, as might be expected, she disappeared into a trail of smoke that wafted lazily into the spout of the Aladdin-style lamp that had been placed on the counter in front of the mirror.

Choker

Thu, 16 Jan 2020 00:00:00 +0000

I heard my husband Ron come home from his trip to the strip bar. I had sent him there alone as a birthday present. I knew it was him because he was whistling a happy song as he came in and walked up behind me while I prepared some potatoes over the sink. I felt him press his chest into my back and I could feel his raging hard-on pressing into my lower back. As my husband reached around my neck I could feel something silky soft being pulled around my throat and heard a “snap” sound that resounded from the clasp of whatever he had just placed on me.

Latex Suburban Housewife

Wed, 08 Jan 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Continues from chapter three

Chapter 4

After my M2F transformation, Phillip Goldstein, the gentleman who was my boss and Master, gave me a week off from work. He extended it to two weeks and then a month, hiring a male temp to fill in for me at his hedge fund. I relaxed, did some shopping (actually a lot) and adjusted to my body’s changes. However, it was a temporary alteration to my psyche that emerged as my first challenge.

Latex Suburban Housewife

Fri, 20 Dec 2019 00:00:00 +0000

Continues from chapter two

Chapter 3

As Loc left the nightclub floor, I asked Mr. Goldstein if he would drive me to the place where I would be administered the Elixir, the potion which was my hope for M2F transformation.

“That’s not the standard procedure,” he replied. “Loc does the transporting.”

“I thought with the intimacy that we shared, that it would be nice to be together longer. I feel close to you now. Please,” I said.

Castle in the Swamp

Sun, 09 Dec 2018 00:00:00 +0000

It was another hot and muggy day for the expedition. Amanda continued her trek through the thick swamp. Her objective was an ancient castle located deep in the swamp. She was heading to the castle to do some research for her History class. She thought that her freshman college professor would be impressed if she added pictures of the actual castle into the report.

Just like she had predicted she arrived at the castle about 2 hours before sun set. She took some pictures of the outer wall then set up the base camp. The night was hot but Amanda slept well and after breakfast she decided it was time to explore.

Relatives from Out of Town - A Halloween Story

Sun, 28 Oct 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Can someone avoid prophecy given by a girl kissed by the Fey?

I think the wee folk are playing with me, but this is the story the Pixies gave me for this year’s Halloween specials. It rolls some Celtic traditions in with some other traditions from the old times to present a tale of a witch who isn’t really a witch… except that she is.

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They Aren’t Leprachauns! - A Halloween Story

Sun, 28 Oct 2018 00:00:00 +0000

What happens when you summon female Leprechauns?

This short story takes on the question of why all Leprechauns are male… sort of.

I knew the Pixies were messing with me earlier. They waited until I published my first story before bringing me this one. Like all my Celtic stories, some of this is historical fact, some is Irish myth, and some is straight out of my warped and twisted imagination. I will leave it to you to figure out which is which.

Relatives from Out of Town - A Halloween Story

Thu, 25 Oct 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Can someone avoid prophecy given by a girl kissed by the Fey?

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They Aren’t Leprachauns! - A Halloween Story

Thu, 25 Oct 2018 00:00:00 +0000

What happens when you summon female Leprechauns?

This short story takes on the question of why all Leprechauns are male… sort of.

Julie Becomes a Magician's Assistant

Fri, 31 Aug 2018 00:00:00 +0000

It all began with an advert in the personals column of the local newspaper. It read, “Magician’s assistant’s wanted. No experience necessary. Must be out-going. Auditions 8pm Wednesday, warehouse 12b Lincoln Road.”

I decided to go for several reasons; some of them being; a possible job, and glamorous at that, had to be better than turning up at the unemployment office each fortnight and it might get me out of this dreary town.

Ginny's Pet

Mon, 03 Oct 2016 00:00:00 +0000

Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter broke up less than a year after leaving school. Ginny tried to live at home but she soon got fed up with being “the little girl.” I was excited when she asked to move in with me. I am Amy. Ginny and I have been friends since we were 3. My family used to live close to the Weasley’s. Ginny and I were inseparable. Even though we were sorted into different house in school we remained great friends. During my second year at school my parents opened a new business and they quickly became rich so we moved into a large house still in the country. Since the house was put on the Floo network Ginny and I were still able to stay in touch. Besides having my best friend move in with me I was excited to have someone else living here. My parents were killed before “You know who” was stopped. They wouldn’t do something he wanted for them.

Negotiations

Mon, 04 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000

Donna Spaulding sat in the back of her limo with a bluetooth earpiece in her left ear, an audio feed from her secretary in her right ear, and a laptop-notepad combo computer on her lap. She was on her way to the airport to begin a short “vacation” in Scotland, or at least that is what the press releases said.

In reality, she was checking out some possible locations for a new assembly plant. With Britain out of the EU, and Scotland most likely leaving the UK in order to stay with the EU, it was an ideal location to maintain connections on both sides of the Atlantic.

Kinkmas Morning

Sun, 21 Dec 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Here’s a sequel to my story, “A Visit from St. Kinkolas,” which I wrote in response to some of the comments that it was “left hanging.”

Kinkmas Morning (A Visit From St. Kinkolas, Part 2)

As Santa Claus had predicted, and as Brenda had expected, it was a long, hard wait until morning. The Christmas magic worked to spare her any physical discomfort—she even dozed off for a very brief time—but she was in an agony of worry and fear as to what would become of her and of Greg. No one else had keys to her apartment, other than Greg, and he, like her, was tied up and trapped there. She had no idea who else, if anyone, might have keys to Greg’s apartment, where she was. What if some friend or family member burst in to wish a “Merry Christmas”, and found her like this? She would just die–. She struggled fruitlessly against the magic bondage, but the velvet ribbons held her bound relentlessly.

A Visit from St. Kinkolas

Sat, 21 Dec 2013 00:00:00 +0000

Brenda started awake. She heard a shuffling sound, felt rather than saw a body looming over her bed. Someone was in her room! She drew breath to scream. Something–a gloved finger?–touched her upper lip.

“Hush, my dear,” a jovial voice said, “It’s all right.” A sourceless light bloomed, and Brenda goggled at the impossible figure bending over her.

“S-Santa Claus?” she whispered.

“I bring tidings of joy!” he continued. “This year has been so miserable for so many that the Powers of Christmas have decreed that as many people as possible shall have the secret wishes of their hearts granted.”

The Audition

Mon, 08 Jul 2013 00:00:00 +0000

He looked at his watch. No one was coming. No one would ever come. It was only a matter of time, he thought, until word spread.

He had loved magic since he was eight years old. Eight when the magic show took place in his home village, nestled in the foothills of the Himalayas. he forgot the details of his early life, a whole lifetime and countless miles away from his life now, but he’d never forget the day the magician arrived. No, that wasn’t true. He’d never forgot his assistant.

Interactive

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 00:00:00 +0000

With a soft sigh, Bianca tossed her towel aside and settled into her computer chair. The shower had felt good, but now she had the rest of the evening to deal with. Briefly, she considered dressing, then shrugged the thought away. After all, who was going to see her anyway?

Looking for something do pass the time, she went to google and typed in “magic” to see what might come up. Boredly, she scanned through the listings. Then, near the bottom of the fifth page, she saw something called Magic Interactive Screensaver. Intrigued, she clicked.

Magicians Assistant

Mon, 06 Dec 2010 00:00:00 +0000

“Ladies and gentlemen I would like you to meet my lovely assistant and current girlfriend Katie.” as I came up on stage applause rang throughout the audience.

“So this evening we have an extraordinary show planned for you, and you the audience will be in the drivers seat.” he held his hand up to point at a screen with a small list of the tricks planned for tonight.

“Under your seats you will find a little voting device that you can input your vote on the order in which the tricks will be performed tonight.”

The Giant's Wand

Sun, 13 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000

This story is the precursor to the ‘The Wand’ stories, this story explains the origins of giants, and how the wand came to be where it was, and how they, the giants fell into legend, and it gives more detail about the wand itself and background to the story.

Introduction.

The Royal Academy of Science 2009.

In the year 1880, in a cave system somewhere in Europe, two cave explorers discovered a lettered cylinder of immense proportions. Inside of the sealed cylinder, and under the auspices of the Catholic Churches guidance, the cylinder was secretly conveyed to Rome. Where on the direct order of the Pope of that time, the cylinder was opened, and a hundred years of studying its contents was begun, in secret.

The Wand Part 2: Emily

Sun, 13 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Wand)

Part Two: Emily

The morning was beautiful, the sun is shining, the wind of the previous week is gone, and in my lounge, locked in a hamster cage, is the shrunken body of my betraying boyfriend. The bastard has been screwing my best friend Emily and I had been shown him doing so by the magic contained within the wand!

I reached out and yes the wand lay next to me, a twisted piece of thin stick with a carved handle and a lot of power. The wand would help me, I can feel its affinity to my thoughts, the wand will grant me the power to seek my revenge, or is it justice, on those that have betrayed my trust. The wand, I reach out to pick it up, its power ripples through my fingers, melding into my hand, shaping its self to my thoughts, becoming a part of me!

Tasty

Sun, 16 May 2010 00:00:00 +0000

She was beautiful, the kind of girl mama wouldn’t let you bring home, she was bad but I like that, I liked the way she made me feel the way she would touch me, the way her skin felt against mine.

She looked at me softly, I looked back and whispered to her, “Will you hold it?”

Without a word she reached her hand slowly down stroking my belly until she got to it, I could feel her warm fingers slowly closing around it, soft but firm as she gently stroked and petted, I could feel the warm soft skin of her other hand gently cup my balls.

An Untangling of Strings

Fri, 26 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000

(Author of “The Diary of a Consensual Slave” – http://wolfslavegirl.blogspot.com)


Once upon a time there was a slave named Brianna.
She scrubbed at a particularly encrusted piece of rice in the bottom of a metal cooking pot, her long black hair getting a bit soaked at the tips by the water flowing from the nearby sink’s faucet. The chicken dinner she had prepared had been a success, and now she was barely listening as her Mistress and their newfound male friend chatted on his couch about life, the universe and everything.
“According to new theories of cosmology, Lady Melissa, the universe is like a sheet of paper, attached to another universe with strings that are like subatomic rubber bands,” the man said with a smile while waving his hands for effect. “Every atom in our universe is joined in that way to an atom in an alternate universe, and who knows how many other universes are out there in the jumble?”
Brianna’s Mistress smiled back, clearly enjoying herself. A lovely woman of her 40s with shoulder-length blonde hair, it wasn’t often she got a chance to discuss intellectual topics with an equally intelligent adult.
Not that Brianna was anybody’s dummy, of course. Her Mistress often said she wouldn’t have anybody stupid for a slave. It was just that Brianna’s brain worked differently than her Owner’s in many ways.
Similar in age to her Mistress, Brianna suffered from a variety of mental conditions, including Asperger’s Syndrome and low-level bipolarism, which allowed her to function in society but kept her from truly ever fitting in or being able to effectively manage the priorities in her life. She suffered from bouts of depression and wanted to run and hide when things got too chaotic. In the midst of this Brianna was naturally submissive, having been raised by very controlling parents, so when she discovered the BDSM community and was subsequently introduced to the subculture of Owner/slave relationships, it was like a golden path spread out beautifully beneath her feet, showing her where she needed to go.
After going through numerous potential Masters and finding most of them to be jerks and all of them unsuitable, she and her Mistress met at a play party at a popular BDSM dungeon (which was so openly known that one of the local newspapers gave it kudos for being a fun place to get spanked). Despite Brianna’s problems, her Mistress saw something endearing in her, and soon Brianna was proudly wearing her collar and kneeling at her feet in a relationship that would lead to them living together.
“So what happens if the strings get stretched too tightly?” Melissa asked gently in her husky but lovely voice. Born with male organs, she was now as fully female physically as modern surgery could accomplish. Add to that the fact she was a stylish dresser and a perfectionist with makeup, and the result was she could easily walk down the street getting winks from both male and female admirers who would never realize her genetic origins, even if they were lucky enough to get her in the bedroom -- which the man on the couch next to her clearly hoped to do, judging from his body language and tone of voice as the night wore on.
“Interesting you should say that!” the man replied, turning to reach for a book from a nearby shelf, and then opening it close to Melissa’s legs. “In this part regarding a long-lost section of the Ramayana that was only recently uncovered, it indicates that the ancient Hindu philosophers realized all this thousands of years ago. Apparently, the strings would snap back, causing a change between the forms of one universe and another. It’s somehow linked to their views on reincarnation, because … “
Brianna let his words trail off as she concentrated on the dishes, and she found herself starting to hum the music to “Coin-Operated Boy” by the Dresden Dolls. Changing the lyrics with a soft giggle, she quietly sang, “Coin-operated girl. Happy in the kitchen. Twirling with her curl …”
“Bree! Come in here, girl!” her Mistress called, interrupting the slave’s thoughts.
Brianna quickly put the dish she was holding back into the sink, dried off her hands and ran to her Mistress, kneeling fluidly at her feet. “Yes, Mistress?” she asked.
“Stand, Bree,” was the response. “I have a treat for you. I was telling Sir Samuel here how much you enjoy bondage, and it turns out he’s a bit skilled in the art.”
Brianna gulped and smiled, bouncing a bit, her ample breasts jiggling as she did. She then sighed, realizing as she often did that her breasts weren’t the only place with extra padding, and, as she looked in a mirror on the wall, she frowned at her less-than-perfect figure.
“No sulking, girl, or I’ll have to spank you!” her Mistress said quickly upon seeing her slave’s expression. “Now take off your clothes and remain quiet while he completes his work. I think I might just learn some things by watching him that I can use on you later. That is, if you’d like me to …”
Brianna nodded brightly at her words and stood still after hastily disrobing.
During the next hour, Samuel slowly bound Brianna first in a long red corset of his own creation, followed by tying her in an elaborate series of knots. As he did so, her Mistress continued to look through the book Samuel had brought down, glancing up on occasion but finding herself more and more fascinated by the latest findings.
“Sam! I’ve seen this one in your display case. Are they the same?” Melissa exclaimed while pointing to a photograph of a small carved-stone figure showing Shiva holding what appeared to be a ball connected to a tangled series of cords.
Samuel stopped what he was doing with Brianna to look over his shoulder, then went back to Melissa’s side and nodded in excitement. “I think it is! That’s amazing! The article says there are only two known to be in existence. Apparently, I’ve got a third one.”
“How in the world did you …” Melissa started to ask before she was interrupted by Samuel.
“Remember I told you my brother is one of the foremost authorities on Hinduism in the United States? He was given that during one of his trips to India, and he gave it to me, without anybody realizing its source, it seems.”
Brianna half heard what they were saying, but most of her attention was on her reflection in the nearby plate-glass window. She stared in a mixture of amusement and concern, annoyance and happiness at the woman she saw. Encased in the long corset, her torso had lost much of its features, instead becoming a bumpy tube shape. Whatever Sir Samuel may have known about rope tying, Brianna thought, she wasn’t exactly thrilled with his abilities as a tailor, and she cocked her head, rather disappointed at how unfeminine she looked at the moment.
Nonetheless, the sight of the ropes brought a genuine smile to her face, as was the fact that she couldn’t move anymore. Trapped in the shell of fabric and ties, Brianna closed her eyes peacefully and let her mind flow to her deepest fantasies.
Since being a little girl, Brianna had loved puppets in all their forms, but she especially felt a kinship with marionettes. Even as an adult, in her darkest moments she would hold the simple wooden ballerina puppet she had and make it dance while dreaming it was herself doing the dancing.
Melissa approved of her slave’s way of finding release, and when Brianna said she wanted to share her fascination with the community, her Mistress readily agreed. Excited at the prospect, Brianna wrote a puppet show with the plans of performing it for children at libraries and schools, and all she needed now was the right figure for the starring role.
Lost in her thoughts, Brianna let out a breath and began to softly sing again, trying to use the same tune as before. “Little wooden puppet doll. Take my string in your hand, I will do it all. You can make me twirl. You can make me dance. All I ask is you play with me when you have the chance. I wish I was a … little wooden puppet doll. You can take me with you, you can … “
As she stood there, Samuel hurriedly came down the stairs holding his copy of the figure in the photograph. Setting it on the couch, he held it with one hand and, with a tenderness edged with anticipation, placed his other hand on Melissa’s knee.
Hardly thinking, Melissa took his fingers in her own while reaching forward to touch the figure with her other hand.
Snap.
Melissa blinked and looked over at her wooden marionette, its painted eyes gazing at the room’s large reflective window.
“That’s weird, Sam,” she said, looking back at the man next to her. “For a second, I thought it moved.”
“Probably my air conditioning causing a breeze,” he responded, his fingers intertwining even more with hers. “Hmm … Looking back here, it says that Hindu holy men believed this figure could connect to the power of Shiva, combining his abilities as both creator and destroyer. Basically, seeing him as he really was, a god of … “
“Transformation!” Melissa said, releasing the figure and holding both of Samuel’s hands in hers. “If only it could actually work!”
Brianna looked at the reflection for a long time before realizing something was different. Actually, to say she realized it wasn’t truly correct, as her brain was no longer reacting to her surroundings as it used to.
Her long black hair continued to flow down her back. Her skin still maintained a light brownish tone. Long cords still were connected to her hands, feet, torso and head. Her body still retained its red, tube-like appearance.
But now the room and everything in it seemed so huge.
She tried to focus on the image in the glass. For a moment she noticed her glasses were gone, but the thought quickly left her mind as if it never existed.
For a split second she tried to close her eyes, but such a bizarre notion swiftly flitted away.
She tried for an instant to look down at herself, but, naturally, failed, being unable to move on her own, and thought no more of it.
All that was fine with Brianna, however, because more than anything, what she realized was a sense of peace unlike anything she had ever felt before.
In the background, Melissa and Samuel continued to gaze between them at the small stone figure while trying to decipher some of the symbols etched on its surface.
“Hmm …” Samuel muttered.
“Something bothering you?” Melissa asked, looking at him with puzzlement.
“Well, it seems to allow Shiva’s power to be focused correctly, it would take four things to come together at once: a person whose mind was adequately trained in Hindu meditative thought, a person whose self-identity allows them to walk between different worlds, a person wishing to be transformed in a purely unselfish way, and …”
“Adequately trained? As in how?” Melissa interjected.
“Well, I might fit that bill, as I’ve studied and practiced Hindu philosophy for decades,” Samuel said, gazing with a grin into Melissa’s eyes. “But as for somebody who can walk between two worlds at once …”
Melissa laughed back. “I think I might just know somebody who can do that. Someday I hope to share a little secret about me with you, should things work out between us.”
Samuel continued to look at her, his eyes unwavering. “I really don’t care what secrets you have. I’ll be glad to hear them.”
Without warning, he leaned forward and placed his lips on Melissa’s, and she breathed in as he did, her heart beating faster as the kiss lingered for what seemed a very long time.
Both eventually pulled apart and sat silent before Melissa spoke with a playful smirk. “Now we just need to find somebody who can manage to actually have an unselfish wish. Good luck with that one!”
She stopped for a moment and looked back at Samuel with a confused expression. “You listed three things. What’s the fourth needed for the transformation to happen?”
Samuel let out a breath as he looked down then, with a bright gaze, softly whispered in response, “Love, Melissa. All three people would need to have love in their hearts at the same moment.”
The air conditioner kicked in with a small thump, lightly shaking the room. A shuddering filled Brianna’s body as she sensed herself falling onto the floor, where she lay in a heap. If the puppet could have shrugged she would have. Whatever the case, she would have smiled, so her painted expression perfectly fit her emotions.
Melissa looked up, startled at the noise of the wood tumbling together. She ran to pick up her beloved marionette while Samuel quickly moved behind her.
“I guess my skill in balancing your prized little dancer in a standing position didn’t work out too well,” he said while looking over Melissa’s shoulder, his hand slowly brushing her hair. “She’s okay, right?”
Melissa silently lifted Brianna up and, only after making sure her strings weren’t tangled, nodded with a chuckle. “She’s tough enough to withstand far more abuse than that! I made sure of that when I put her together in my workshop!”
“And a great job you did, indeed! When will she be ready for her first performance?”
“Oh, didn’t I tell you? The North Branch Library and all three elementary schools in town said they’d love to have me do the play for them! It seems the fact that it not only has an environmental message, but the main character is a strong, brave, confident girl who saves the day, has gotten everybody excited to see what we can do!”
And so it went.
With Samuel’s help, Melissa was able to build a wonderful puppet theater that could easily be carried around town and be set up again into a small but elaborate stage.
The two of them remained together, deeply in love. In truth, both were switches, so some nights Samuel would tie Melissa up, and other nights she would do the same to him. In any event, they both had a wonderful time, in bed and out of it and wherever they happened to be together.
As for Brianna, her days all flowed together, as such is to happen in the mind of an object. Seconds, minutes, hours, days and years became meaningless units to her. All she knew was the joy of existing purely as a being with no other purpose but to bring happiness to others.
Brianna’s greatest bliss came when she was on the stage. As she cavorted to the manipulations of her Owner, she felt as if she was herself dancing the most elaborate pirouettes, leaps and turns any ballerina could imagine. When her Owner dressed her in other clothes to perform in a storyline, she felt as if the events were truly happening to her, with the fairies and forest animals and other characters all becoming an intricate part of her world. And best of all, when the children laughed and applauded, Brianna felt as if every fiber of her being was filled with an ecstasy beyond any possible description.
And they all lived happily ever after.

The Apartment

Thu, 04 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Her name was Carolyn, although she preferred to be called Carol, and she was the first girl I had sex with on a regular basis. She never told me her last name; she said she didn’t want me to track her down when we broke up. So I knew that it wasn’t going to be a lasting relationship, and that I’d have to enjoy it while I could.

World War II was finally over, and it came time for me to leave home, and start my own life. I managed to talk my way into a good job – good for the times. I was making a little over a dollar an hour in an electronics manufacturing plant. After taxes were taken out, I ended up with forty dollars and change, which was quite good back in those days, considering my age, and the times.

Careless Wish

Tue, 15 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000

Jon and Beth came back from their afternoon outing tired but happy. They had spent the afternoon hiking in the sunshine through dense forests and past shimmering lakes. It was their weekend ritual.

Later in the evening, there was another part of the ritual. Jon always looked forward to it, although he never let Beth know it. He waited for her to ask the usual question.

Beth seemed embarrased. She had just come fron the shower and sat on the bed near Jon. “Um, honey? Would you mind…uh…checking? Please?”

To Save a Dragon

Fri, 09 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000

I stood at the edge of the cave, looking out over the long rolling hill and the hardly visible path that ran up from the valley floor to the ground under my feet. In the distance I could see a man in armor riding his horse along the trail, being very careful on the tangled path, yet never looking away from where I stood. I couldn’t see what species he was, but judging by the shape of the armor is was a feline of some sort.

Womanizer, Another Tale

Tue, 06 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000

Special thanks and acknowledgment: Thanks Stephanie! This story was inspired by your original SRU short story, “The Womanizer”. I’d also like to acknowledge Bill Hart, the Spells R Us Universe creator. This is my second SRU story, (Lust Potion 69 was my first), and I have no doubt I’ll be tackling yet another one of these short stories in the future!

Valentine’s Day was closing in and Rob was running out of time. He and Shannon had been going steady for over three months, now, and he wanted to buy her something special. He was hoping he could find the perfect gift. Something that would advance their relationship beyond the kissing stage. Being so close to her body and not being allowed to make love to her was driving him crazy! The one time he did try to go beyond a squeeze of her breast, she got real angry and shoved him away. He tried to say something but she snapped back that if he ever tried it again, she’d break his hand.

The Secret of the Trees

Mon, 17 Aug 2009 00:00:00 +0000

It was not quite yet noon on the warm tropical jungle, but there was a flurry of activity in the little village nestled between the mountains. The mid day meal was almost ready to be served, a welcome break from work in the fields and from fishing in the nearby river.

When the meal bell was rung, the workers and their families were quick to hasten to the meal hut, eager to fill their bellies. As their plates were filled one by one, an older man stood outside on the porch, watching as bowls were filled and as their users promptly walked off to enjoy their meals.

Be Careful What You Wish For

Sun, 09 Aug 2009 00:00:00 +0000

On a bench, glaring at tiny, dancing reflections flittering on the gentle waves, he took another long, deep drag. The smoke tasted as sweet as the whiskey and he held it till it hurt. It seemed the river smelled like flowers tonight. It should have felt hot and sticky but a mild breeze kept the sweat at bay. There was no moon and few stars but fluorescence spattered the shores allowing him to exist in a soft, gray haze.

SRU: Bodystocking

Sun, 09 Aug 2009 00:00:00 +0000

As Lesley sat down at her computer to get back to the book she was writing, she stared at a blank monitor. She needed to give her publisher a progress report at the end of the week, but her writer’s block had gotten her stumped. All day she watched television, did laundry, vacuumed, picked up dishes and anything else she could think of to avoid the computer. Since it was too early for her room mate, Bob, to come home from work she couldn’t use cooking as an excuse.

The Other Side

Fri, 17 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000

I was never interested in meeting new people online, but that was how I met Evangelina. I have this obsession that I can’t bring myself to speak of in person, and like entirely too many other people, the internet provided a safe place to let my twisted side run free.

Evangelina liked what she saw in me, and went to great pains to get in touch. At first I wasn’t interested, but she was persistent and charming. I was worried that she was a G.I.R.L. (Guy In Real Life) dicking with me, but she just didn’t give up. She sent pictures, then set up a webcam feed for me to look at. She was a beautiful woman, with an even more beautiful smile, and perfect black hair. She asked me so many questions, and I found myself telling her more and more about myself, my life, all the truth. I learned that she was a third-generation Mexican-American, a successful graphic designer, and like me, she had something twisted about her that she couldn’t share with anyone else.

Adventures of a Sex Doll 4

Sat, 04 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Adventures of a Sex Doll 3)

Part 4

Two o’clock and the black vehicle arrived. I hopped in and we travelled to the house. There I was given the passcode to the house alarms by the friendly elderly chauffeur and told that more instructions would be inside. I thanked him deeply and wondered if having sex with me would kill him – talk about dying happy! Ken was right, I realized, as I stood in the front yard, this big old house was ‘made’ for me somehow. It was an ornate five bedroom affair with three levels, I recalled, designed originally for a family in mind with a fenced backyard. It had been very well looked after outside and I suspected the inside had been cleaned up in the morning. Not wanting to stare, I opened the front door with the key and went inside.

The Dolly Dildo

Tue, 23 Jun 2009 00:00:00 +0000

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

The Mask

Tue, 23 Jun 2009 00:00:00 +0000

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

Tis at the Fair

Sat, 06 Jun 2009 00:00:00 +0000

Today Tis is a Japanese school girl. Who knew what she would be tomorrow? You see Tis wasn’t like most people, in fact as far as she knew, she wasn’t like anybody else. And I don’t mean in the ‘you’re special’ kind of way a mother tells her children. When I say Tis wasn’t like most other people I’m referring to her astounding ability to alter all known natural laws. In short Tis was a witch. She didn’t go around offering things to the devil or communing with nature either. She was a witch by the standards of the worse cult classic stereotype ever invented. She simply used magic in anyway she pleased.

Rewind

Fri, 24 Apr 2009 00:00:00 +0000

“Are you sure about this?” John asked, a look of concern in the raccoon’s masked eyes. He held the charm in his hand, running the chain through his fingers but not touching the small trinket that hung from it.

“I’m perfectly sure,” I told him as I leaned forward and kissed him on the nose. He kissed my cheek and slipping his arm around my back, pulling me closer to him until we were pressed together. “I have the week off, all my bills are paid and Sylvia will take care of my cat. I am sure about this. Of course it is your choice. I’m not going to force you to do anything.”

The Choice

Sat, 06 Dec 2008 00:00:00 +0000

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

Wished For It

Sat, 06 Dec 2008 00:00:00 +0000

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

Let The Punishment Fit The Crime

Fri, 05 Dec 2008 00:00:00 +0000

The chair was rather ordinary. Made of sturdy wood, with a straight back, it was the sort you might expect to find ranked around a dining room table. A nude figure slumped against the back of the chair, stirring only slightly when a voice emerged from the surrounding darkness.

“Martin Redfield, awaken!”

The figure’s head raised slowly, eyes opening as if against great resistance. Lips moved soundlessly, and then a whispering voice emerged.

Oysters for Dinner

Mon, 22 Sep 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Jen Wright was one of the prettiest girls around. She was damn hot. Blue eyes, blonde hair, tall, athletic, muscular. Everyone wanted to date her. Tony was staring at her ass as she walked away. Her buttocks moved against each other with a grace, rhythm and beauty that can only be seen when looking at such an attractive woman when she is walking. She filled out those jeans perfectly. Jen must have felt his eyes upon her because she turned around and caught Tony staring. He felt the blood rush to his head and turned even redder when she started walking towards him with a smile on her lips.

Oysters for Dinner 2: The Sequel

Mon, 22 Sep 2008 00:00:00 +0000

It was not possible for me to email Ian, and thank for the inspiration from the nice story Oysters for Dinner, and introduce a sequel to it, so I here it is. Oyster dinner 2

Greg didn´t feel good about missing Mrs Wrights party, it was his first, even if he had been talking a lot of times with her, trying to get closer to her daughter Jen, but always ending up with chatting with Mrs Wright feeling somewhat cosy in her company, watching her lips as she spoke, soft calm words, her lips were kind of mesmerizing as she spoke, and he caught himself thinking what it would be like to kiss her soft sweet lips, maybe even french kiss her?

Dream come true

Sat, 13 Sep 2008 00:00:00 +0000

She brought up a mirror for me to see my new body. “Look at the new you,” she said and as I looked my heart sank. I couldn’t believe my eyes, my dream come true. Of course I should probably tell you the story of how I got here first. As a child I’ve always wondered if I was born with the wrong body and mind, as if they didn’t match. I had been a cross dresser for most of my life, but I never had the money to get the surgeries done. Then late one night I was messing around on the web and was looking at some transgender websites when I came across this one page that would change my life forever. It advertised that they could change you to a new person and for cheap too.

What Witch Now?

Sat, 13 Sep 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Jack was what one might call a peeping Tom.

He was more sophisticated than your average voyeur, he would sneak into places he no man had been able to before. Locker rooms, health spas, saunas, and other places only women could go.

Jack was an excellent transvestite. He could go to the swimming pool in a sundress, enter the women’s changing room, change clothes (in the privacy of a dressing room), come out in a bathing suit, swim, sunbathe, etc. and none would be the wiser.

Looking for Love

Tue, 26 Aug 2008 00:00:00 +0000

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

Bigger is Always Better

Tue, 24 Jun 2008 00:00:00 +0000

The necklace was in an elaborate felt box with a blue bow. I smiled as I pulled the bow free and dropped it to the floor. Carefully I opened the box and smiled even wider as I saw what was inside. It was exactly as I was promised, a silver necklace on a silver chain. The trinket on the chain was an odd shape, the merging of both the male and female symbols into one. I pulled the necklace free and dropped the box on the kitchen table. I ran the chain through my fingers and held the trinket in my hands, my tail flicking in excitement. The six weeks had been far too long of a wait, but I knew it would be worth it. “Cleo? You coming?” my boyfriend called from the living room. Taking a moment to compose myself I put the necklace on and shoved it down under my shirt so it rested against my breasts. Adjusting my clothing I flicked my tail and walked out of the kitchen. Fred looked up at me, the equine’s ears tilting back slightly. “What’s gotten into you?” he asked. I shrugged, swinging my hips as I walked into the room. I could feel the magic already starting to do its work on me. Reaching out I ran my hands over his head, rubbing between his ears. He was in for such a surprise. He reached up and pulled me down onto the couch next to him. “You look hot tonight,” he said. Landing next to him I leaned back on the soft cushions, feeling my shirt and pants starting to grow around my body. The fabric of my bra was already digging into my skin as my pants grew tight around my hips. I worked my arm around his back and leaned to nuzzle his thick neck. “Thank you dear.” Fred nodded and nuzzled the top of my head, causing my ears to twist under his breath. I felt a chill run through my body, a warmth rushing down across my breasts, my nipples growing hard through the fabric around them. The warmth went down to my crotch, growing hot for a few moments as I felt my body start to change. My pussy flexed and started to grow wet while at the same time the front of my pants grew tight. My stallion took in a long breath, at the same time his own pants starting to swell around the crotch. “Oh, you even smell sexy,” he said. “Thank you,” I replied as my pants started to strain to the point of pain, at the same time by bra was tighter then it had even been before. “Want to fuck?” I asked. He smirked. “I thought you would never ask,” he said, reaching down to unzip is pants. “Oh, it’s going to be better than that,” I said, climbing to my feet. Everything felt tight around me as the magic ran through my body. Turning around I smiled at him and thrust my crotch at him. The zipper of my pants was starting to pop. Fred’s eyes looked me over, going a little wide as they focused on my breasts. “You’re growing,” he said. I giggled. “In more ways than one,” I told him, pulling at the button on my jeans. The pressure from my full hips and ass made it just a bit too hard to open. With a grunt I pulled hard, popping the button and making the zipper rush down. My brand new cock strained at my purple panties, bouncing in the tight fabric now that it had some freedom. My boyfriend looked down and let out a gasp. “What the hell?” Pulling my shirt off, I threw it away, then stepped out of my pants. I tugged at my bra as I stuck a pose for him, smiling happily as my breasts and cock continued to grow. I could feel my large balls start to press back over my very wet cunt. He looked at me dumbfounded before a small smile spread over his face. “What did you do?” he asked, reaching up and simply ripping my bra off, my large breasts bouncing free, now twice their normal size and still growing. “Got a nice necklace,” I said, touching it as it rested between my breasts. “I see,” he replied, reaching up to start to rub my breasts. I felt a chill rush though my body as my cock rushed to its full size, though that was changing. The fabric that encased it started to pull and creak, then with a sudden surge ripped free allowing my erection to bounce free and slap against my belly. Fred looked down at my growing shaft and gulped. “You’re almost bigger than I am,” he said. “I’m not done yet,” I said, running my hands down to rub his own hard cock, pulling it free of his boxers. My shaft started sliding up my belly to rub the bottom of my growing breasts. At the same time my balls rested against my hips. He let out a soft gasp then reached down to stroke up under my balls, bringing a gasp from me as he touched my soaked twat. “Oh, you’re a herm, even better!” I smiled and kissed him, our cocks rubbing against each other as my breasts pushed us apart. I was larger then his sixteen inches and still growing larger. My breasts were huge now, the nipples pressing out a few inches as my balls hung lower and lower. Finally my chest pushed us far enough apart to break the kiss. Fred looked me over as my cock head slipped up over the top of my chest, itself somewhere around triple-Z. I took a step back and reached down to feel my balls, each one the size of a basketball to match my breasts. Fred smiled and started to shrug off his clothing. “I can’t wait to fuck you,” he said. I shook my head and let my cock fall down to bounce at full mast, thick and arching so far in front of me I couldn’t reach the tip. “Oh no hon, I’m going to be the one fucking you!” I said with a smile, feel the changes come to a stop. The big horse pulled back and looked at me then at my huge cock. “But… would it even fit? You’re bigger than anyone I’ve had.” Smirking I started to stroke my cock, as much as I could reach of it. “I knew you had been fucked. No virgin ass looks like that. Don’t worry hon, it will fit. What would the fun be if it didn’t?” I asked. He blushed and nodded his head. That was one piece of information I had been trying to get out of him for over a year. “You’re so much bigger than they were,” he said. I nodded and touched the necklace, licking my lips as he pulled off the last of his clothing. I felt fantastic and very horny. My figure was perfect with wide hips and a thin waist, just with a huge cock. As soon as he had the last of his clothing off I grabbed him and pulled him back to me, kissing him as much as I could with my breasts between us. He kissed me in return, rubbing my breasts and teasing the nipple, each one the size of a normal man’s cock. He started to stroke my cock, spreading the precum over the length of the huge shaft. I broke the kiss, letting out a cry of pleasure. It wasn’t like anything I had felt before but it was also so very right. My juices had soaked the back of my heavy balls and legs. Fred pulled back, shivering a bit and licking his lips. “Oh, I do want that up inside of me.” “On your knees,” I whispered. He flicked his ears back and smiled, kissing the blunt tip of my cock. Then he turned around and dropped to the floor, resting his head and arms on the couch. He lifted his hair, flicking at me and showing off his puckered and stretched ass. I came up behind him and rubbed the tip of my cock against his ass. He was just a little too far away from me to grab his hips, but that wouldn’t last much longer. I twisted my cock a bit, smearing pre around his ass, watching it start to flex and pull open. The stallion whimpered softly. “That tingles.” “Good,” I said, then started to press my cock inside of him. There was a moment of resistance then his ass parted, pulling tight around the head of my cock as I slipped inside. He let out a cry of pleasure and bucked under me, his tail flying about as his cock slapped at his belly. “You feel so good,” he said, panting hard. I reached out finally able to grab his hips as I worked more of my length inside of him. I bottomed out when I had half my length inside of him. “You’re a real tight mare,” I said, starting to thrust. Fred glanced back at let out a soft whinny, lowering his head and lifting his ass a bit more. “Fuck your mare.” I started to fuck him for real, pounding my cock against his ass as my balls swung around and slaps against his legs. I finally had to spread my legs and shove the fat sack back behind them so I had room to get a really good run at him. With each thrusts I sank it a little bit deeper. He whimpered and cried with each thrust, his body twisting under me and he pawed at the couch. I leaned down so my breasts rested on his back, the heavy weights of the round flesh causing him to arch his back. With one last thrust I felt my hips pressed against his, every inch of my cock deep inside of his ass. He was stretched tight around me and was letting out the familiar moan of pleasure I knew so well, though it usually came from him fucking me. “You like that?” I asked in a soft voice as I leaned over his back as best I could, my tail flicking behind me as I held myself in place, allowing him a bit of time to get used to being my sheath. Fred nodded, enable to anything. One hand had slipped down under his body to start to stroke his own cock. Smiling I started to fuck him. I wasn’t going easy like I had before, this time it was all about giving us both pleasure. I held onto his hips as tight as I could, my body shaking with each thrust, my hips slamming into his and sending his chest sliding over the couch. My huge balls here rolling around in my tight sack, the balls churning with seed, gallons of it, all waiting for the right moment to rush free and fill my little mare. I continued to pick up speed, gasping and moaning, enjoying ever jolt of pleasure that ran through my body. I pulled at the fur on his hips, my ears falling back as my tail flicking in excitement. Finally I couldn’t hold myself back. I thrust my cock in as deep as it could go and let out a long cry as I finally came. I felt the cum rush through my body, swelling my cock and gushing into Fred like a fire hose. At the same moment I felt my pussy gushing as it joined my cock in orgasm. Fred let out a cry under me, his own cock slapping at his belly as he started to cum. I held tightly to him as my cock pumped gallon after gallon into him, bloating out his belly until he looked pregnant. My orgasm lasted much longer then his, but when it was done I fell onto him, my breasts landing on his back. My boyfriend panted and shook out his head. “I feel like I’m going to pop,” he whimpered. I pulled my softening cock free of him, sending a huge gush of cum spurting out over my legs. “it will pass soon enough,” I said, watching my cock slip back into my sheath, still larger then he was when erect. My boyfriend slowly turned his head to look at me, the cum pooling under him. “How long will you be like this?” I smiled, touching the necklace. “As long as I want to be.” The stallion slipped of the couch and sat in the growing pool of cum as more of it ran out of his wide open ass. “Never take it off,” he said. “You’ll have to stay the mare,” I told him, touching his nose. His eyes twinkled with a large smile. “That would be just fine.” I never did take the necklace off, though I did get one for him. The wedding was fantastic, and neither one of us wore white.

Furry Fun

Tue, 24 Jun 2008 00:00:00 +0000

The Genie of the Lamp

Fri, 06 Jun 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Now I know it sounds very corny, but when I saw the tarnished old Arabic oil-lamp in an antique shop, I just had to buy it in case it was Aladdin’s. Don’t worry, I told myself how silly I was being. I’m not really a superstitious man at all, quite a cynic of things spiritual on the whole, but perhaps it was my self-denied belief that such magic does exist which caused it to actually happen. I remember that I carefully avoided rubbing the lamp until I got home. By that time I had looked inside the thin brass oval vessel several times by lifting its poorly-fitted hinged lid and there was definitely no room for any physical genie - no false bottom or anything. The picture-books and movies had led me to expect a spiral whirl of purple smoke to emanate from the lamp, out of which a huge genie would appear but, when I did start polishing the lamp with a proper yellow duster, there was nothing to see before I was startled by a deep voice from behind me: “What is thy command, O master?”.

Uncle Pete's Box

Fri, 06 Jun 2008 00:00:00 +0000

I hadn’t heard from Uncle Pete in almost two years. Mom was the one to bring the bad news to me. Uncle Pete had died while driving home from work. A tractor trailer truck driver had fallen asleep while driving and he ran over Uncle Pete’s car on the highway. Not the way he wanted to go, but a least the end came quickly.

We went to Uncle Pete’s funeral two days later. I wish I could say that I missed him, but since I went off to college, we had grown apart. The last time I had spoken with Uncle Pete, I was a sophomore at State College and he was going to go on “the adventure of a lifetime.” We had talked about life and how my schooling was going. The next day, my family gathered in Uncle Pete’s lawyers office for the reading of the will. Uncle Pete’s property was to be sold and all the money split equally between his brothers, sisters, and me. The only item to not be sold was an old box which was to be delivered to me. Everyone seemed happy over the will and dismissed the box as a sign of Pete’s failing mental capacity. I gave the lawyers my address as he handed me the check for my share of the loot, $5,000.

Magic Poker

Thu, 15 May 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Andrew frowned at his computer screen, puzzled. He’d been playing one of those online strip poker games, a new one he’d found called Magic Poker. It was one of those games where you tried to run the girl out of money, then buy items of her clothing so she could continue to play. He’d done well at first, getting the busty blonde on his screen down to just her panties, but then the cards had turned against him. Now the girl on the screen was fully dressed, and he was out of money.

A Whole New You

Wed, 02 Apr 2008 00:00:00 +0000

As the tentacles encircling my wrists and holding me aloft slacked, I collapsed into Ryan’s arms. The spell’s effect still had me powerless and kept causing my body to jerk involuntarily.

Ryan helped me across the room and let me fall a top his bed. Angela was still laying there, trapped in a spells hold as well. Unlike me, Ryan had left her laying there naked, the shock on her face still trapped there from when Ryan first stormed into the room and discovered us. I wonder…was she in some sort of suspended hibernation…or was she conscious of what was going on around her?

The Body Swap

Wed, 02 Apr 2008 00:00:00 +0000

“Please … “, I said. “Let me take your body, and you take mine!”

She was going to commit suicide, and this might be the only chance I had to ever become a woman!

I tried to convince her that I knew a Chinese Sorcerer, who could change her mind into my body, and my mind into hers, and all her problems would disappear.

“Please”, I begged, “You’re in good health, and so am I. And you can live a long, healthy life, if only you’ll give up this idea and let the Wizard do this for us. I know things are bad for you right now, but he can make it better. You won’t have any boy problems any more.”

Holly Dolly

Thu, 20 Mar 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Holly Green was in a hurry to get home. She had just finished performing at the high school pep rally when her cell phone rang. Her mom called to see if Holly would babysit for their next door neighbor, Jeff. She tried to keep calm when she replied yes to the job. Jeff — their next door neighbor — was the hottest man she ever met.

As the 18 year old cheerleader sped home, she recalled how she was laying out last summer when he was doing yardwork. He took off his shirt and she almost squirted the whole bottle of suntan lotion empty. God, he was hot. But she thought that he wouldn’t give her the time of day. He was older, probably 25, 26. He didn’t seem to notice her sunbathing that day.

Bad Bargain 2: The Story Continued

Sun, 27 Jan 2008 00:00:00 +0000

[This story is the sequel to Bad Bargain 2 by Lobo De La Sombra: An excellent story which should be read before this one. The concepts, ideas an predicaments set forth in that story were so inventive and powerful they absolutely required an expansion. –KM]

The gorgeous brunette forced her face against the cold window. Condensation chilled her skin where the glass touched it. She would have cried out, but her mouth was stuffed with an enormous red rubber ball gag. She gazed out into the dark night outside, her rapid breath fogging the window and obscuring the view.

The Zipper

Mon, 07 Jan 2008 00:00:00 +0000

My wife is kinky, at least to a certain degree, me on the other hand, I’m vanilla through and through. Just point me to the hole and I insert Tab P into Slot V, that simple.

My wife and I agree on most things, except when it comes to sex. She insists on black and latex while I settle for something simple. The reason being my wife and I are inventors…entrepreneurs. She in fetish clothing, I in manufactured inventions that benefit humanity in some way. She teases me sometimes saying I’m a toy-maker, but hey…it pays the bills.

Bad Bargain 2

Mon, 31 Dec 2007 00:00:00 +0000

story continues from part one

“May I help you?”

Startled, Janet nearly dropped the delicate figurine she’d been examining. Placing it quickly, but very carefully back on the shelf, she turned. “I-I’m sorry,” she stammered. “I-I didn’t mean to intrude.”

For a moment, the man in the worn black robe simply gazed at her, then a warm smile softened the planes of his face. “No intrusion at all,” he said, spreading his arms in welcome. “This is, after all, my shop, and what are shops without customers?”

ThoughtLog

Thu, 27 Dec 2007 00:00:00 +0000

ThoughtLog.txt Started 2007-12-24 10:05:25 AM : Thought Log? What the heck is a Thought Log? And why is it in my head anyways? 2007-12-24 10:05:45 AM : OH God, figures my boyfriend would lay another trap for me, ON CHRISTMAS! 2007-12-24 10:05:57 AM : Where am I anyways? What AM I for that matter? 2007-12-24 10:06:13 AM : What’s all this time stamp crap doing in my head? What the hell did he do to me this time!? 2007-12-24 10:06:25 AM : IF that jerk off turned me into a fuck toy again, I’m gonna kill him, I mean come ON, Christmas day!? What a punk ass. 2007-12-24 10:06:57 AM : Last time he left a magical trap for me I ended up as a plastic pool toy for the entire duration of my boyfriend’s best friend’s birthday party. A pool toy for God sakes, a flat lounger float with a hole in each armrest for drinks. Thank god those where the ONLY holes he had installed on me! Then again the party might have been a little more interesting for me though. Being a pool toy gives you a lot of time to think on such devious things. 2007-12-24 10:07:46 AM : How DID he ever find out that I get turned on by being objectified anyways? Maybe he’s a mind reader not JUST a magician. 2007-12-24 10:07:58 AM : Now to think of it how does he keep his magic a secret from everyone but me any who? Maybe I’ll have to ask him once I get back to normal, speaking of normal, WHAT THE HELL AM I THIS TIME? 2007-12-24 10:08:38 AM : Well I feel like a featureless pile of goo… That does not help me much. What use is a pile of goo? I can feel the computer chair under me, just where I was sitting a few moments before, but now I feel much smaller, like a softball sized blob of something soft. How can that be sexy? (I wonder what color I am?) 2007-12-24 10:09:01 AM : OH Wait! I feel movement! Maybe I can control my own movements? … … No… figures. I wonder where I’m going, I feel like I’m sliding, and stretching out, reaching for something… Lifting myself up some… touching something cold flat and hard… Must be the bottom of the computer table… Oh I can feel myself lifting up, attaching myself to the bottom of the computer table (or whatever it is), upside down, hanging… 2007-12-24 10:10:06 AM : Well that was not helpful at all, now I just feel like an upside down glob of goo, how can that be useful, sexy, or interesting? Oh well I’ll find out soon enough, he always comes to check on me once I’ve triggered one of his magical traps. But wait, he’s asleep… how long will I be like this? 2007-12-24 10:10:41 AM : Ok lets get our bearings here Michelle. Maybe if I think hard I can figure out what I am. I’m upside down, hanging from the bottom of the computer table, probably under the keyboard. I have a “Thought Log” putting stupid time stamps at the beginning of each of my thoughts, and I have NO clue what that could mean. I can’t see, I can’t hear, my taste buds are inundated with the taste like that of a latex dildo, which does not necessarily mean I’m a sex toy this time, just that I’m made of some soft latex like stuff. I can seem to smell though. I smell latex, but I can also smell the rest of the room, stronger than normal. Smelling my surroundings won’t help me figure out what I am though… 2007-12-24 10:12:29 AM : Oh more movement… I can feel something… something growing from my backside (if a featureless blob has a backside). It feels like a string… no, thicker like a cord. It just seems to keep growing, like a really long tail. Wait the end of it is changing shape, turning into a plug or something… 2007-12-24 10:13:55 AM : Oh now that is a sexy feeling! Oh… my “plug” is plugging into something, and it feels great! Feels like what a hermaphrodite must feel like when they stick their dick in a pussy as another hermaphrodite is sticking their dick in their pussy! Like fucking and being fucked at the same moment! Maybe my plug was a USB plug, I remember from computer class that USB plugs are both male and female at the same time. *2007-12-24 10:14:34 AM : Connecting with computer… *2007-12-24 10:14:37 AM : Connection established… *2007-12-24 10:14:37 AM : Synchronizing… *2007-12-24 10:14:39 AM : Firmware update found… Updating *2007-12-24 10:15:00 AM : Firmware update complete… *2007-12-24 10:15:01 AM : Virus software updating… Immunity to all non-magical diseases updated… *2007-12-24 10:15:23 AM : Starting download of all software updates… *2007-12-24 10:14:37 AM : Downloading program SuckySucky.exe *2007-12-24 10:14:58 AM : Downloading program ChristmasCheer.exe *2007-12-24 10:15:02 AM : Downloading program SexSlave.exe *2007-12-24 10:15:19 AM : Downloading program MasterControl.exe *2007-12-24 10:15:24 AM : Downloading MasterTriggers.txt *2007-12-24 10:15:46 AM : Downloading 1001SexPositions.dbs *2007-12-24 10:16:04 AM : Downloading StripperDanceMoves.dbs *2007-12-24 10:16:35 AM : Downloading RunFirst.bat *2007-12-24 10:17:46 AM : Synchronizing complete… *2007-12-24 10:17:47 AM : Running RunFirst.bat *2007-12-24 10:18:24 AM : Relocating/Uploading ThoughtLog.html to http://www.dollstories.net/storiessz/ThoughtLog.html *2007-12-24 10:18:25 AM : Deleting Local file ThoughtLog.txt *2007-12-24 10:18:26 AM : All log entries will now be logged directly to ThoughtLog.html remotely… *2007-12-24 10:17:48 AM : Starting programs SuckySucky, ChristmasCheer, MasterControl… *2007-12-24 10:17:50 AM : MasterControl loading MasterTriggers.txt *2007-12-24 10:18:27 AM : Logging off of local system, all control relinquished to current running programs… 2007-12-24 10:18:32 AM : WHAT in the *JINGLE BELLS* was THAT!? I could not even think for myself for the last 4 minutes! All that computer jargon just took over my thoughts! And what the *HOLLY* are these programs doing in my head!? And WHAT do SuckySucky and ChristmasCheer do!? And why the *HOLLY* can’t I *FROSTING* curse in my own MIND!? Oh *CRAFTS*, I can’t even think straight in my own *FROSTING* head! Oh well, no point in fighting it, I know how these spells work, they just get stronger if you fight them, might as well enjoy this… (I can’t even enjoy cursing in my own thoughts. *BAH, HUMBUG*!) 2007-12-24 10:19:47 AM : Well, on the bright side, at least I know what time it is, but this is getting boring. Maybe if I don’t think anything for a while time will pass quicker ‘cause I won’t know what time it is… maybe… 2007-12-24 10:56:29 AM : Oh, I can smell bacon and eggs cooking. I bet Jimmy is making us some breakfast. Oh wait there is that stupid time stamp in my head again, almost forgot I was a *FROSTING* blob… he must just be making breakfast for himself… what a jerk. Christmas day and he sets a magical trap for me and turns me into some kind of hangy-upside-down-blob thingy with no mouth, then makes a mouth watering breakfast for himself! Grrr… What a *YULE LOG* he is! 2007-12-24 11:22:02 AM : Oh what’s that smell… Like heaven… Oh I just want to reach out and suck on it, it smells SO good! Smells like sex in the rain! 2007-12-24 11:22:05 AM : Wait a second… “reach out and suck on it”, what kind of reaction to a smell is THAT!? Oh there is a hint of that smell again…. Oh I think it’s getting closer, oh I want it in my mouth! But hold on, I don’t have a mouth. *2007-12-24 11:22:16 AM : Logging into Webcam software… 2007-12-24 11:22:18 AM : Hey, I can see! And Jimmy is right in front of me, I’m on top of the monitor looking down. But my body is under the computer table…. That’s just weird. 2007-12-24 11:22:20 AM : Oh I can smell that wonderful sex smell again! Oh and it goes away… Oh and it comes back! 2007-12-24 11:22:25 AM : Hey, every time Jimmy moves closer to the computer I can smell it stronger, every time he moves away the smell wanes. 2007-12-24 11:22:29 AM : Oh Jimmy come closer PLEASE! I need that smell! I just want to reach out and suck on it! I’ll do anything to get closer to that smell! PLEASE! *2007-12-24 11:22:38 AM : User MASER logging on… *2007-12-24 11:22:40 AM : “Hey there babe… enjoying yourself?” 2007-12-24 11:22:41 AM : Enjoying myself, you *CHRISTMAS TREE*, get me out of this thing! OH wait, hold on, OH that SMELL, it’s, OH, so good… PLEASE I need more… PLEASE… sorry for calling you a *CHRISTMAS TREE*! *2007-12-24 11:22:45 AM : “I can see that the ChristmasCheer program is working wonders on your filthy language, kind of funny really, you not being able to curse! You can think about sucking and fucking but when you want to use a curse word as an emotion versus an action, the program replaces your language with Christmas Phrases. There really is no point to it, it’s just funny.” *2007-12-24 11:23:09 AM : “I set this entire thing up so I could play around with what would happen when I mix magic and computers. Plus I wanted you to pleasure me while I do some work on my computer. So beg nicely and I’ll get closer to you, close enough that you can get your wish… to suck on me…” 2007-12-24 11:23:10 AM : PLEASE I can’t stand ONLY being able to smell you, I want you inside of ME, NOW… PLEASE… I’m here to serve you, if only you will get closer, though I don’t know how much I can do for you, I just wish I had a mouth! *2007-12-24 11:23:23 AM : “Don’t worry about the mouth part, you’ll perform to task just fine, you’ll see. *2007-12-24 11:23:24 AM : User MASTER logging off…

Lunch Break

Tue, 11 Dec 2007 00:00:00 +0000

As silly as it was, it felt like he right choice to go to the local mall for my dinner. It had been a number of days since I had anything at all to eat, so I was starting to get a little peckish. Even the thought of food made my stomach start to rumble in anticipation. I placed a hand over it and smiled. “Soon enough,” I said in a whisper as I walked towards the food court.

Variations

Tue, 04 Dec 2007 00:00:00 +0000

In this day and age, they tell every young man (and woman) who wants to become a wizard (or witch, sorcerer, sorceress, warlock, etc.) that the world doesn’t need magic anymore. This, Colin knew, was bullshit. Or at best, a half-truth. His specialty was polymorphism, and even before he’d graduated, he’d realized that virtually every human being alive wanted magic, provided it would meekly obey their desires. He had become a rich man by making fat women thin and ugly men handsome, and occasionally the reverse.

Janet's Zentaisuit

Wed, 28 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Janet was having another one of those relationships where her man wouldn’t be supportive of her fetish. Janet couldn’t understand why it was so hard for the guy to have sex with her in her spandex zentaisuit, all he ever wanted to do is have raw sex.. no immagination… no adventure… nothing! And to top things off, she found out that he had been sleeping with her best friend Rhonda, who apparently didn’t mind just having raw sex. However, he wasn’t the first to do this to her… and this time it was the last straw!

Janet's Zentaisuit

Wed, 28 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Zentai Among Us

Wed, 28 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000

It had been another hectic day for John Jorgensen. Being a president of the world’s leading fashion magazine was hard work. He had several deadlines to meet and tomorrow he had to announce the latest fashion trends for the world to follow. His plan was to announce that spandex was now out of fashion and steer the world back towards natural fabrics. His new secretary Sandi (who seemed to wear spandex pretty much on a daily basis) seemed quite distressed at this decision. She managed to convince him to discuss the matter over drinks after work.

Zentai Among Us

Wed, 28 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000

A Doll’s Life

Tue, 27 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Rob’s heart pounded as he fumbled with his keys. No one was in the corridor, and his discovery was in a plain brown box, but it had no top, and the flesh tone would be visible to anyone who was at the right angle. Once he was inside, he heaved a sigh of relief, though his heart wouldn’t stop banging away.

He pulled the love doll out of the box and laid it out on the bed. The face especially was much more realistic than he’d expected, and it had an odd expression. Annoyed? He took off his jacket, and, carrying out the plan he’d gone over in his head relentlessly on the walk home, cleaned the doll with bleach and hot water just in case. Even the texture of the latex excited him.

Balloon Girls

Tue, 27 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Two short stories about Balloon Girls.

The Balloon Girl at the Park

There’s a girl I sometimes see at the local park. She’s one of those inflatable girls, the real thing and not one of those pale imitations they sell as “adult novelties.” And she flaunts it too. Her mouth is not a pathetic O, but a confident smile, a bold parenthesis. She likes to show off her midriff, letting the world see how instead of a belly button she has a plug, like a pool toy.

Dollmaker

Tue, 27 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000

(This short story is an attempt to convey something I have no idea how to write as a full-length story. I can’t write a sex scene to save my life).

Philip was nearly ready to close up when a young woman, maybe twenty years old came into the shop.

She looked around for half a minute, obviously nervous, then turned to him. “A friend of mine told me you could help me with something… unusual.”

At Her Feet

Sat, 17 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Late one night, I was watching a target house that I wanted to break into a steal some diamond jewelry that I saw this girl wearing at a club one night. The house was a Victorian style house with a long driveway that had 4’ shrubs all the way around it and lining the driveway. I was parked out across the street, no street lights around, just blank darkness. I knew that the owner, a single college-aged girl who’s parents left to her when they moved away. The college aged girl named Julie, was a college student and captain of the Dance Squad at the local college. I have seen her before on TV and recently at a local dance club at night. I had followed her to this house to see where she lived after seeing her dance the night away wearing loads of diamond jewelry along with a black leather sports bra, black skin-tight leather pants and black knee high 3” spiked-heel boots, the kind with a zipper on the sides.

Creative Control

Sat, 03 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Anne Summers watched Mr. Saunders fidget with her resume, which was even slighter than she was. The uneasy silence was not doing the little redhead’s nerves any good; this was her first interview for a real job in broadcasting and she’d gone into it with a mixture of hope and worry. Anne was dressed simply, in a white blouse, black skirt and hose, with low heels, having decided that the outfit would make a good impression and be comfortable for late July. The stocky manager of radio station WONO had seemed pleased with both her resume and her answers to his questions, but had then fallen silent.

Halloween Magic

Wed, 31 Oct 2007 00:00:00 +0000

from the 2007 Halloween special

“Welcome ladies and gentlemen to tonight’s very special magic show. I’m sure you all know this is the late, more adult show so any individuals who are sexually repressed should leave now. Is everyone ready? Great.” “My name is Martin, I choose not to use a fancy magician name because who wants to be known as The Great Martini? Anyways, let me introduce my first assistant. Come on out Pinky.”

Halloween Witch Hunt

Wed, 31 Oct 2007 00:00:00 +0000

from the 2007 Halloween special

“What the hell!” Geoff stood agog at the sight that beheld him just a few yards away on the other side of the bushes. There dancing in the moonlight were some naked men and women. They were dancing around a fire. Geoff counted them. There were six men and six women. They were all chanting some weird incantations. Geoff could not understand what they were chanting. “It must be in some foreign language!” he thought, “I had better get out of here before they see me!” He took one last look at them. From the flickering flames reflecting on their bodies and faces, Geoff surmised they must be about fifty. He had always imagined some nubile young girls dancing naked, but if these were witches, then they could stop someone dead in their tracks just by looking at them.

The Latex Sorceress

Wed, 10 Oct 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Marissa searched through the old bookstore, hoping she would find a marital guide. Her marriage was in shambles. She had just found out her husband Don had been cheating on her with his secretary. Marissa didn’t want to admit it, but secretly she knew she wasn’t as pretty as that slut. Marissa loved Don, and she didn’t want to believe he had married her a year ago just because she gave good head.

Freedom, Limited

Thu, 06 Sep 2007 00:00:00 +0000

“I guess you could say I have problems in my relationship.” I shrugged.

The man at the counter looked at me with the most innocent smile on his face. I couldn’t tell if he was plotting something or he was just the nicest man on the face of the earth. Honestly, I couldn’t tell.

“Sir, believe me when I say this, you’re not the only man out there with problems concerning the ‘fairer sex’.”

The Gift

Thu, 06 Sep 2007 00:00:00 +0000

You unlock this door with the Key of Fellatio…*Beyond it is another Dimension,__

***A Dimension of Orgasms…**

A Dimension of Infatuation…*A Dimension of Lust…__

***You’re moving into a Land of Both Desire and Sex, of Obsession and Fetish,**

You’ve just crossed over into…*The Erogenous Zone.*

Episode 1: The Gift by Darqside*

Meet Cassandra Summersby, known by many of her friends simply as Cassy. On outward appearance, she’s a normal college girl of the age of 23. But very soon she’ll be visited by a friend bearing a gift…a gift that will transcend mind and body, sending her spiraling outwards in the space of time and dimension known as…The Erogenous Zone.*

A Husband's Lesson

Sun, 26 Aug 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Lucy, a transient resident of the commune, was a foul little witchling – or, more accurately speaking, a moody, hornily premenstrual young girl with more than a passing interest in the occult. She also shared Angie’s taste in men, specifically Danny. Like a cat checking out its prey, she’d studied him keenly. She was only nineteen, but had a perverse attraction to older men – particularly older married men exuding power and confidence.

The Latex Witch

Mon, 20 Aug 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Bliss was irritated, it had been a long day at the corporate headquarters in Salem, Massachusetts. Why in the world their business was headquartered in such a backwater state, she had no idea, but walking among a bunch of country bumpkins (to her at least) wasn’t even the worst part.

It was that blasted Glass Ceiling. It always got her in the end. No matter how professional she was, no matter how hard she worked, this company refused to promote her any higher than Vice-Executive Manager. It wasn’t like she didn’t have a passion for the job, either, in fact, bossing people around for deadlines was quite the enjoyable experience for her, at least so she thought. She loved to see the men with pocket protectors and large-rimmed glasses squirm in their cubicles when a deadline loomed over them.

Bondage Magic

Sat, 18 Aug 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Hermione moaned in pleasure, biting down hard on the ball gag stuffed in her mouth as Ron finished buckling the last dragonskin leather strap around her left ankle, tautly spreadeagling her on their bed.

It was funny, she thought, how she’d so busy helping Ron and Harry fight Voldemort–not to mention keeping them from flunking out of Hogwarts–that she never had time to think about pleasure, much less sex. Now that Voldemort was dead and she and Ron were married, they’d discovered they liked nothing better than a good old-fashioned fuck.

The Latex Sorceress

Sun, 15 Jul 2007 00:00:00 +0000

The Latex Sorceress 3

Sun, 15 Jul 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Mistress Marissa was quite pleased with her new, black rubber toy. A handsome, well-built young man had come in desiring to be subjugated by her. He had heard about the wonderful things she did with latex, and was prepared to become her rubber slave. He had no idea what she would do with him, though. She had him dress in her tightest male catsuit with penis sleeve. She pulled a black hood over his head that left only his mouth open. He stood motionless, feet slightly apart, and Marissa changed him. She pushed his black, latex arms into his sides, obliterating them, then erased his eyes , nose, and ears. She left his mouth open, and created latex lips and a tongue for her pleasures. Finally, she slipped a hollow, black rubber sleeve over his cock and melded it to his cock, adding three inches to its length and doubling its circumference. The boy had become the ultimate female pleasure toy. She absorbed enough life-energy to enslave him, but left enough to let him think only on how to best pleasure her, and had just walked him into her chambers beside the white latex mannequin.

The Latex Sorceress 4

Sun, 15 Jul 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Marissa was bored again. After a year of creating wonderful rubber and latex slaves out of people, she was bored of their mindless state. Every time she created something new, she had to absorb some of the victim’s life-energy to enslave them. That same process also robbed the victim of their will and creativity. She wanted someone who would willingly give herself (for Marissa had grown to like women more than men) to her to become a rubber slave, someone who she wouldn’t have to enslave, someone whose imagination could be set free to send her to new heights of pleasure.

The Latex Sorceress Strikes Again

Sun, 15 Jul 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Marissa had been living well on the insurance money brought by the supposed death of her husband Don. Only she knew he had become a fetish latex catsuit by her new, magical powers. She had set herself up as a mistress, catering to the latex fetish community in the city. Marissa had a vast collection of latex clothing, but only one living catsuit. She wanted more.

There was a young, quiet couple who came infrequently but regularly to visit Mistress Marissa and indulge in their latex fetish. The young woman, Tammi, liked to dress as a latex mannequin and let her husband have his way with her, and the male, Carson, liked to become a white latex slave doll for his wife to use and peruse. Both fantasies were possible because of Marissa’s magic, and the two fit her plans perfectly.

Vegas Dolls

Wed, 04 Jul 2007 00:00:00 +0000

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

The Adventures of The Latex Nun

Thu, 14 Jun 2007 00:00:00 +0000

She did have a different name once. Or at least she thinks she did. her thoughts were hazy concerning her other life. Here she was living a life of devotion and purity. Far removed from her previous incarnation as a servant of Mammon, working for the almighty dollar, a slave to her job, the company and her career. Then she was Eve Deville, a high flying top executive with a multinational Bank. A high priestess of finance.

The Adventures of The Latex Nun 2

Thu, 14 Jun 2007 00:00:00 +0000

It was a beautiful sunny but cold day when Sister Livvy decided to go for a walk during her lunch hour. As it was such a bright day, the thin Northern light doing it’s best to lighten the spirits of the city, Sister Livvy had felt that a life affirming walk was in order rather than spend her lunch time in the shop. Besides, honourary Sisters, Annie and Angelina could look after the shop. They were just employees, full time admittedly, but not inducted fully into the erotic world inhabited by Sister Lacivious of the Salacious Passions. She was just walking, she didn’t know and didn’t care where. Her mind was wandering, lost in thought, sailing the sea of dreams. She thought of all the people that worked in the shop full time and part time, all such lovely people and so dedicated to the calling or perhaps it was the good rates of pay and the excellent conditions. Whatever it was she loved being in her element, latex and all the other good things that went with that.

The Adventures of The Latex Nun 3

Thu, 14 Jun 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Sister Livvy was up with the Lark, bright and early. She lifted her head from the latex pillow and then threw off the latex sheet from the Iron framed bed. Fastening the latex robe around her fit, lithe body she strolled into the large modern kitchen and made herself some breakfast. She drank her ‘breakfast’ tea and munched on toast and marmalade thinking about what she wanted to wear in the shop today.

The Adventures of The Latex Nun 4

Thu, 14 Jun 2007 00:00:00 +0000

“We’re coming up to a fine example of a Victorian Church. There has been a church on this site since the Norman period. Now, it has been deconsecrated.” Said the guide knowingly.

“Aw shucks. How could it not be a church anymore. Don’t they love their churches? Can we go look at it? It looks occupied.” Shouted Joe Maguire.

“Pipe down honey,” Marsha Maguire whispered to her husband.

“Not another church,” Clarice said, turning her eyes to the ceiling, as she muttered to her brother Mikey.

The Muse

Wed, 04 Apr 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Perhaps it can be said that the pen is mightier than the sword, but the way I see it, the pen is also mightier than the man or woman.

It all started at the local arts and supply store I go to a few blocks down the street from where I live.

It was a rather unusual shop, full of things you wouldn’t normally find in an art store, fortune telling baubles, dice, board games, magic trick supplies, Halloween decorations, you name it, really…but the sign outside still insisted upon calling itself Art and Supply Depot.

The Rubber Genie

Wed, 04 Apr 2007 00:00:00 +0000

I was sitting in my recliner, with the back almost all the way down. I had put on two rubber suits, a pair of soft rubber boots, a comfortable latex hood, a gasmask and two pairs of latex gloves. My penis and balls were sheathed in rubber and protruding through the rubber suits. I was totally relaxed and unintentionally fell asleep.

Suddenly a rubber-clad woman appeared before me. Her lithe body was encased in a bright red rubber suit. “Who are you” I asked.

Desires

Tue, 27 Mar 2007 00:00:00 +0000

The Self Bound Latex Sub, November 2001 This story is copyright to The Self Bound Latex Sub, and may not be reproduced either physically or electronically, or hosted on any other website, without the express permission of the author. Permission may be requested from sblatexsub@yahoo.com.au.

“Never upset a Witch”, I thought for the umpteenth time today, and every day before that for the last month. Here I was, dressed in rubber, bound, gagged, plugged and absolutely unable to move, on display in the window of an Adult Shop in my hometown of Melbourne, with no chance of ever getting out, it seems.

Rubber Fairy Tale

Tue, 27 Mar 2007 00:00:00 +0000

There is an old legend that spans the fabric of time itself, well not really that old actually, but it will be around for a long time at the very least.

Legend has it that there was once a young queen who ruled her people and her house with an Iron fist. She was very strict with her Manservants and Maidservants. She was a very selfish and indulgent woman by nature, and was very choosy about the men who courted her. In fact, one might go so far as to say she had a sadistic side to her.

At the Academy 2

Sat, 10 Mar 2007 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part one

Part 2: Virtually Occupied

Roger hit the button on his desk and opened the door when it chimed without bothering to turn towards it. He was expecting Ken, who’d left to grab them both some coffee and a morning snack, largely since Roger was faster at writing code than he was. While both were competent programmers, the language for the VR suites was a bit odd, and Roger understood it far better than Ken.

The Biker

Tue, 06 Mar 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Howard was a loner in his town. Everyone hated him and he hated them right back. He humiliated people all the time by getting secrets from the people and exposing it to the public. He was just a total jerk. Everybody dreamed of one day getting their revenge on him by doing simple things like stealing his car or something, but a sexy, bad bike girl had a different plan, she planned to give him sex and eventually swallow him right down her frightening gullet.

The Hood

Thu, 22 Feb 2007 00:00:00 +0000

I couldn’t believe it, Downsized! Me? So soon? I’ve only been working for the company for a few years! I tried for months looking for a job in the same city but with no luck, but my money soon started to run out. I ended up finding a job all the way on the other end of the continent! It was the hardest decision of my life that I made with great sadness.

Inflated Changes

Wed, 03 Jan 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Turning around while glancing at herself in the three-way dressing mirror, Martha asked, “Do these jeans make me look big?” Leaning against a nearby display, Anna Konning retorted, “Is this a trick question.” Damn it, I should have known she’d say that. Though they were good friends ‘well, very good friends’ Martha Sever hated it when Anna joked about her weight. “I guess I should have asked if they made me look bigger.” Anna shook her head. “Forget I said anything.” She cast an appreciative eye towards the girl’s bottom. “You look good.” “Bullshit.” “Well, as good as you can, Martha.” She grunted. “You can’t help that you’ve got a large backside.” Martha turned away from the damning mirror. “No, I guess I can’t.” She walked back into the dressing room and began stripping off the jeans. Once down to her panties she gave herself a quick appraisal. Anna was correct when she said Martha had a large bottom. For Martha was a large girl. She’d always been a little heavy when she’d been in high school and college, but in the last five years it’d seemed as if she’d been unable to do anything but pack on a few pounds here and there, and now . . . now she was pushing 285. While she thought she still looked good, she knew if she kept gaining weight it was only a matter of time before she found herself without . . . without . . .. Without Anna and Greg? Martha had met Anna a few years ago through friends. Back then Martha was a ’thin’ 215, but Anna . . . well Anna hadn’t changed a bit. Anna had one of those rotund forms that provided her with a pronounced set of curves; the sort of curves that some woman (Martha among them) longed for. Anna was by no means fat; she claimed that her true weight was 135. But she had generous hips and a full, heart-shaped ass, and her breasts . . . large and full and not artificial. Martha knew that for a fact. They’d hit it off rather well. Martha commented on Anna’s simple white cotton mini dress and black boots, and Anna thanked her and began engaging in small talk. They’d continued talking for about an hour when, all of a sudden, from out of nowhere, Anna asked, “Do you like sucking cock?” For a moment Martha didn’t know what to say. Finally she sputtered out, “I, ah, guess so.” “You guess so?” “Well!” Martha was more than a little confused. “Why are you asking?” “You ever let a guy cum on your tits?” Martha wanted to walk away, but strangely, she couldn’t. “Ye-yes.” Anna smiled. It was warm and friendly, but somehow predatory all the same. “I wanna watch you get mouth fucked by my boyfriend!” She leaned in close and whispered in Martha’s ear, “And then I wanna lick your tits clean after he cums on them.” An hour later a naked Martha was kneeling naked on Anna’s bed, as Anna’s boyfriend Greg face fucked her while Anna fingered her pussy and clit. Martha was lightheaded from the sex, and her orgasm were coming one right after the other in a wave so robust that she thought she might pass out. It was only after Greg shot his semen all over her breasts and Anna did indeed began licking up every drop that Martha allowed herself to collapse in a heap on the bed. And thus began her sexual adventures with Anna and Greg. None of them considered it “swinging”, though some might call it that. And their get-togethers weren’t always three-somes. Sometimes it was Martha with Greg, other times it was Martha and Anna. Sometimes it was all three. Twice the three of them hired a hooker and had a four-way party. And there was the time when Martha showed up at Anna’s, and Anna was going at it with a girlfriend and invited Martha to join in the fun. (It was later, after everything was cleaned up and put away, that Anna admitted she’d probably be a lesbian if it weren’t for the fact that she so enjoyed having guys cum inside her.) The fun had been ongoing for almost four years now, and nothing had changed; well, nothing except Martha’s weight. She’d slowly begun growing heavier, and though it might be her imagination, she thought her continued weight gain might be affecting Anna and Greg’s feelings towards her. The last few months it seemed as if Anna’s affections were waning (hence the quips about her girth), and whenever Greg and she got together, all he seemed interested in were blow jobs. Their attitudes were depressing her, and her depression was sort of making her want to find solace in food, which was making her heavier . . . she didn’t want to feel as she was feeling, but the last few years had been such fun, and if she was loosing that. She sighed as she picked up the jeans from the floor after dresses. What’s the point of getting these? she thought. Am I going to fit in them in a few months? Is anyone going to be interested in seeing me in them? Martha walked past Anna. “Something the matter?” asked Anna. “Yeah,” replied Martha. “I got a big problem!” It was over lunch at Anna’s place a couple of days later that Martha explained what was bothering her. “So you’re worried,” asked Anna, “that we’re gonna dump you because you’re . . . getting . . ..” Martha finished the question. “Fat.” “You said that, not me.” “You’re thinking it.” Anna took a moment to consider her reply. “I will admit you’ve been getting a tad more chunky than usual the last couple of years,” she finally said. “It’s not my fault,” said Martha. “It’s just… " “You can’t find a diet that works, right?” She nodded. “Just never had any luck, is all.” “I can understand that,” said Anna. She looked down into the glass of Coke she held. Martha snorted. “I can’t see how you could.” Now it was Anna’s turn to snort. “Please, girl. You think I always had this body?” Mystified with where Anna was going with this, she asked, “What do you mean? You didn’t always look this way?” “Hardly.” She leaned back in her chair. “When I was starting my junior year in high school, I weighted almost 240 pounds.” “Get out of here!” laughed Martha. “That’s impossible.” “I could show you pictures!” “You’re not kidding, are you?” Anna shook her head. “Nope. When I was young I was always heavy. Don’t know what it was: genes, diet . . . fuck if I know. My mother looked like a model and my dad was pretty athletic looking. Me? I was dumpy. The proverbial fat girl who everyone made fun of.” Anna gazed wistfully into the distance for a few moments before telling Martha, “I fucking hated my life.” Martha could sympathize, as she’d experience much the same when she’d been in school. “So what happen?” Anna was hesitating, but given that she’d mentioned her problem, Martha felt she had no choice but to explain her solution. “You have to promise me that you won’t say anything to anyone about this. Okay?” “Sure, sure,” replied Martha. “I mean, I won’t say a word.” “Okay.” Anna tented her hand and tapped her fingers for a few moments before saying, “I apprenticed with a witch the summer before my junior year.” Martha’s response was succinct. “Get the fuck outta here!” “Straight up, it’s true!” Anna raised her right hand as if to take an oath. “I’m swear, if I’m lying to you, I’ll slit my throat.” “You’re telling me you’re a witch,” said Martha. “And you lost weight through witchcraft?” “Among other things,” replied Anna. “It wasn’t just weight loss; I had to reshape my body.” “Stop, stop!” Anna cleared her throat. “You think I’m bullshitting you?” “How could you do something like that.” “Without anyone noticing?” Martha nodded. “I cast my spell in such a way that I melted away 10 pounds every month.” Anna shrugged. “People thought I was working out.” She got up from her chair and went to the sink. “By the time I was a senior I was down to 130 pounds,” she said, rinsing out her glass. Anna put it aside to dry and turned to Martha. “I made myself over into a younger version of what you see now. Went from Ugly Duckling to The Girl Most Likely to be Masturbated Over.” Grinning broadly, she finished by saying, “It was the best thing that ever happened to me.” “Learning witchcraft?” “Learning the Craft,” Anna said. “We don’t like to call it ‘witchcraft’.” “We? As in… " “Other witches.” Oh, yeah, this is just what I needed, thought Martha. My fuck buddy telling me she lost weight on the Witch Watchers Diet. Sighing loudly, Martha leaned against her right hand. “You gotta know this doesn’t sound . . . right,” she said. Rubbing her temple with her fingers, Martha said, “I mean, you tell me you’re a witch and that you changed yourself.” “Like this?” “What are you…” Martha looked up . . . and there was Anna, only it wasn’t really Anna, but it was as she was . . . Martha couldn’t remember the girl’s name, but she was one of those black hip-hop singers, real young and beautiful, and she was standing where Anna had been leaning against the sink. And as she watched the girl began to shrink down, becoming smaller, her skin color becoming lighter, the hair turning blond, and suddenly Anna was a perfect duplicate of a famous child actress, only the eyes there weren’t the eyes of a child, but more the eyes of an adult . . .

Wicked Witch Barbie

Mon, 06 Nov 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Sally really didn’t like her roommate, and it wasn’t jealousy. Sure Penny was a tall and statuesque blonde with big boobs, a heart shaped ass, long shapely legs and a face right out of a glamour magazine; and sure she never got a blemish on her skin or gained an ounce of fat. No, Sally wasn’t jealous of her roommate’s effortless good looks; it was her approach to life Sally couldn’t stand.

The Wishing Stone 1: Obsession

Fri, 03 Nov 2006 00:00:00 +0000

The Wishing Stone Part 1: Obsession

I will never forget the moment the world as I knew it, ended.

Of course, I had everything to do with it.

It all started several years ago…I was a college student working on my capstone…my final project that would make or break me…earn or deny me of my degree.

My major involves art…and so in many ways I had to come up with some great artistic design project. The problem was, I had no subjects to work with.

The Wishing Stone 2: Paradise Lost

Fri, 03 Nov 2006 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part 1

The Wishing Stone Part 2: Paradise Lost

In the words of the revered Popeye, “It was all I could stands and I couldn’t stands no more!”

I was on the brink of bashing my face in with my easel as my frustration and sexual anguish both agonized and terrorized me.

It had been two weeks since Pussy Slave had given me the Wishing Stone, the stone that by rights should’ve been the rightful property of Samantha Parson…the woman seemingly trapped in Pussy Slave’s over-sexed body.

The Wishing Stone 3: Rebirth

Fri, 03 Nov 2006 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part 2

The Wishing Stone Part 3: Rebirth

I missed it.

I missed all of it.

It started harmlessly enough. Samantha and I have been very happy in Marriage for the past 3 years, we still joked about it now and again. She even teased me a little for still letting that ‘little stone’ bother me. She’d even taken to ‘hiding the mirrors’ and using her com pack more often. I didn’t think much of it at the time.

The Stone

Sun, 22 Oct 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1 I had found the stone lying on a beach in Fiji. It was a regular grey stone, except that it had been etched with an image of something humanoid and around that where some illegible symbols etched in the surface. Time had worn the stone to the point that even someone that could read whatever language it was would have had a hard time deciphering the lost symbols. It didn’t take me long to figure out that the stone did some thing very special. As I walked into my vacation bungalow, and set the stone down on an open magazine as a paper weight, I looked down at where I had laid it, and remembered vaguely the story I had been casually reading two hours earlier. Before I let go of the stone though, something instinctual but silent inside of my mind, coaxed me to slide the stone onto the photo of a woman on the opposite page, holding a bottle of shampoo and standing in a luxurious all glass shower. Suddenly I felt a huge, quick lurch as everything, even my being itself was wrenched to the side. My eyes where blinded by a great light, and I lost my balance. I fell on the floor; which I realized was wet, and harder than I had remembered. As my mind focused on its surroundings, and my eyes adjusted to the light, I realized in a haze of confusion that I was now wet, naked, sitting on a tile floor. I looked at my legs, and noticed that they had been shaved smooth. I stood up, and the head rush I experienced sent me right back to the floor. Face to face with a somewhat familiar shampoo bottle, I knelt on all fours trying to get my bearings. Sudden and clear comprehension snapped into my mind. The bottle, this room, the soaked mop of hair hanging down from my head to the floor. Still kneeling on all fours in disbelief, I raised one hand to my chest, and found there, something that did not belong. A firm, supple breast. Well, I found two with a little more exploration. I got to my feet again, this time being a little more careful. I felt shorter, and I didn’t dare look down to find out why. Instead I focused myself and walked over to the mirror at the sink in that strange bathroom. Looking in the mirror was just one shock after another. Staring me in the eyes was the gorgeous woman from the magazine, and behind her in the mirror was the shower that had been in the ad. I reached out to the mirror, still not believing anything I was witnessing. The woman in the mirror reached out mirroring me. At this I closed my eyes and took my hand down from the mirror to find out what lay between my legs. My hand crept down my stomach, I willed myself to keep going. As my fingers entered my pubic hair, I could feel my own touch on my skin. Further down my fingers found a slit. Instinct, curiosity and experience took my middle finger right to my clit, causing me to experience a slight amount of pleasure. At this finding I squeezed my eyes harder shut, and wished myself to wake up. Wished myself back to my vacation bungalow, wished it would all be a dream! The lurching came again and I found myself refocusing on my surroundings like before. I found myself lying on the floor in my vacation bungalow, sprawled out as if I had been unconscious. My entire side hurt where it touched the floor, and my head rang like I had hit my head hard. I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t know what to do. I sat myself down in the wicker chair next to the table with the magazine. I moved my laptop out of the way and pulled the magazine closer. The woman was still there, smiling, holding her bottle of shampoo just like before. I took in the picture better, trying to figure out what had happened. From what I could see in the magazine photo, everything had been the same as my dream. Or that’s what I was going to call this anyways, just a dream. “Ok” I thought, “I’m an intelligent person, I can figure this out. Maybe I bumped my head somehow. Maybe it was heatstroke.” Being a rational person, I was still weary of the stone so I used the hotel notepad provided on the table to push the stone off the magazine so I didn’t have to touch it. “Ok, I’ll try the same thing again” I thought to myself. “This time though, I’ll choose something more familiar.” I turned the magazine a couple of pages until I found a picture that suited my taste. In this photo was a businessman in a suit, seemingly alone in a room, holding a glass of fine brandy, reading a newspaper. Throwing all caution to the wind, and suppressing my logical mind, I grabbed the stone and placed it on the photo of the man. Nothing happened. I thought back to what had happened before, and decided to slide the rock around some. Nothing happened. “See, told you it was your imagination”. Giving up on this stupid game I let go of the stone to go get some rest. The lurching came again. This time though I was able to focus faster on this room due to the dim setting of the room. There I was, no longer in my bungalow, no longer in my jogging shorts, but instead I was sitting in a very comfortable chair with a glass of brandy I had almost dropped out of shock. Gaining my composure I looked around the room. It was a beautifully furnished, expensive looking room, and I was alone. I brought the glass of brandy to my mouth and swallowed it all in one gulp. Everything here seemed real enough. The leather felt like leather, the wood felt and sounded like wood when knocked on, even brandy had tasted like brandy, expensive brandy at that. (I even checked in my pants to make sure there where no girl parts down there, and I was relieved. It was not my own tool, but at least there was a tool.) I explored my surroundings some and realized that the two doors leaving the room where jammed. Not locked, the handles moved and the locks turned, but the doors where just stuck, as if they where part of the wall itself. After getting bored of this fancy room, I willed myself back, and found myself sitting in the chair, but slumped over on the table, again as if I had been unconscious. This time my face hurt, like I had smashed it down on the table. Playing it safe I went over and lay on the bed to see what I could do with this stone. I spent the next hour placing the stone on different photos in the magazine, experiencing new places and new people. I tried a couple of photos with two people in them, and if I composed myself fast enough I could play the part of someone in the photo without alerting the other person that anything had changed. I learned quickly that if there was more than one person in a photo that I went into the one the stone was set on. I also learned that I could never leave the scope of the photo, within a reasonable distance. I even braved a couple pictures where I was once again a woman. I decided that it was time to quit for a while, to think on what was happening. Deciding to go back for one last trip “in”, I thumbed the pages back to the first photo, the woman in the shower. I wanted to explore *her*, instead of just exploring her surroundings.

The Salesman 2 -

Sat, 17 Jun 2006 00:00:00 +0000

(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.

Still Life 4 - Les Yeux Sans Visage

Fri, 16 Jun 2006 00:00:00 +0000

(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?”

The Wand

Fri, 16 Jun 2006 00:00:00 +0000

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.

After Work Dolly

Wed, 31 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000

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.

She Loved... to be a Lovedoll

Wed, 31 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Air Goes in

Wed, 17 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000

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

Company Dolls

Wed, 17 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000

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

The Boots

Sat, 25 Feb 2006 00:00:00 +0000

The name of the store was “Dreams and Dreads”, it was one of those small fetish stores selling everything Susan’s dreams were made of. Hoods, corsets, shoes, all made of rubber in various colours. Susan spent much of her free time, and much of her free money as well, in this little store. Ever since she had discovered her liking of “unusual” wear, she lived up to her fetish as much as she could. For work she wore her simple “business attire”, but in the last few months she wore latex bras and panties underneath. She’d spend the weekends wrapped up in her favourite material and in special clubs and, from time to time, with special friends, both male and female.

A Cat Named Misha

Wed, 02 Nov 2005 00:00:00 +0000

“What can I wear? I have nothing right for the occasion!” shouted Anastasia, falling sadly in the big chair near her bed.

“But, madame, you have wardrobes full of dresses, and I’m sure you will find something suitable for the Rising moon ball…” Zazanel tried to calm the young noble.

Anastasia, called by her close friends and by her maid, ‘Misha’, shook her head and breathed deeply. “Zazalen, you don’t understand, and I think this is quite normal. You are an elf, and so you can’t understand why a young girl would want something special for her for her first official ball in high society. As you said, in your lands all the people are presented to the society when they are really young, and after all you are a big, big family…”

Barbara the Batgirl

Wed, 02 Nov 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Barbara was a young woman, more or less 27 years old blonde with a body over the average due to her profession. She was an assassin, and she had to stay in a good shape, or she could loose her life.

That night, she felt a strange sensation on her spine, when she received a encrypted message from her guild, the Gordon’s daughters. She was not sure about her duty, but she had to obey. The alternative was death.

Elisabeth of Negipth

Wed, 02 Nov 2005 00:00:00 +0000

“Elisabeth, Elisabeth, where are you? Elisabeth…”

“I’m here, Denise!”

“Where, my little one?” asked with a feared tone the old maid.

“Near the lake… I’m looking at the swans!” answered the clear and fresh voice of the girl.

Denise moved in that direction, panting. She was over her sixty, and the tight corset, the long and voluminous skirts and some excess in the food department didn’t help her to move freely. Some trees hid the lake, a little water mirror created inside the castle garden, the leaves moving by the happy wind of the season.

Mail-Order Bride

Sun, 01 Aug 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Jennifer Simms entered the office she had been corresponding with for the last few months. She had first came across the Brides by Post company in the personal columns of the local newspaper. Having been recently widowed, she missed having a husband, but dreaded dipping her toe in the murky waters of singles bars and personals. After a week of thought she would drop them a line, to find out what they did. Having read the brochure, she felt she liked the idea of starting a new life in a less tame part of the country with a new husband. After much form-filling and other letters, she had been asked to send $200 for the service and to come to the office.

The Erotic Magic Club Part 1

Sat, 10 Apr 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1: Josephine and the Wishbone

Whenever I visit my brother Richard in the West Country he takes me to a theatre/dining club. Yes, I know they’re a long way from London, but they do have night clubs down there. Let me tell you about one Friday when we visited the Erotic Magic Club in Exeter.

The first half of the evening’s entertainment was fairly standard stuff. It started with a sort of dance/strip show with all eight girls, then each one had a solo set, so that one did a few extreme backbends and then folded herself into a tiny perspex box, one did a sword swallowing and fire-breathing act and so on – all either nude or in the tiniest, tightest clothing. The first half finished with another ensemble dance piece and then, during the interval, the girls wandered round the audience chatting to the exclusively male clientelle. By this time all the girls were wearing very tight, very short leather shorts and matching high heels and nothing else, the kind of shorts I refer to as Daisy Dukes but which my brother insists on calling Hot Pants. One was in black, one in pink, one in blue and so on, eight identical topless outfits in eight different colours.

The Erotic Magic Club Part 2

Sat, 10 Apr 2004 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 1

Part 2: Accidents will happen

I told you about the first time I visited the Erotic Magic Club, yes ? That was on a Friday night. My brother and I had been led up on stage to watch a six-foot blonde with a buzz-cut get tied up and then have her top half squeezed down to nothing. We got a leg each to look after, and had been invited to bring them backstage afterwards to watch her being restored. The girl was called Josephine, and the magician, Jim. The MC, who owned the club, is called Stavro.

The Erotic Magic Club Part 3

Sat, 10 Apr 2004 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 2

Part 3: Bowling Night

By now you know all about the Erotic Magic Club. You recall that, after I helped to rescue Suzy from an illusion she was trapped in, her father, who owns the club, invited me to a night out bowling with all the girls. Bowling night was about a month after the rescue, and I’d spent the intervening few weeks sort of dating Josephine, one of the dancers. Therefore, it was Josephine who came to pick me up and show me where it was that we were meeting.

The Erotic Magic Club Part 4

Sat, 10 Apr 2004 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 3

Part 4: Sandy on the Pole

Good news – my biggest customer is relocating. A couple of thousand weather forecasters and support staff, and a few cellars full of supercomputers and and communications equipment, are moving to Exeter.

This would normally mean I’d be very busy and working long hours a long way from home, but in my case I’ve been looking for an excuse to move to Exeter for a month or two now.

The Erotic Magic Club Part 5

Sat, 10 Apr 2004 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 4

Part 5: Eggs at Easter

I thought I was busy in the run up to Christmas, but somehow the approach of Easter was even worse. Work was OK but all the things I seem to have taken up in my spare time since moving here to Exeter just filled up all the space in my diary. On top of this, the thermostat on my central heating had blown up and the house had been roasting since Tuesday.

The Erotic Magic Club Part 6

Sat, 10 Apr 2004 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 5

Part 6: Swapping with Sandy

My fiancée – I still can’t get used to calling her that – my fiancée, Josephine, came into the study with that sly smile that she wears when she’s planning something. “What are you doing on Sunday Week?” she asked.

I clicked up my diary and scrolled down ten days. “Here we are – May 6th, nothing. Why, what do you have in mind?”

The Erotic Magic Club Part 7

Sat, 10 Apr 2004 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 6

Part 7: Norwegian Wood

Jo put down the phone and came in to the kitchen. I looked up at her and she spoke: “Old Eirik is dead.”

“Erich?” I said. “He was at the club on Friday. He was fine. What happened?”

“No, it’s not Erich, it’s Eirik. Ei-rik.” She pronounced each separate syllable distinctly. “Eirik Lumbermann is my, umm, was my grandfather, my mother’s father. He was a hundred and two last winter.”

The Boots

Sat, 20 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000

The Boots by Aka Thoth

Adventures of a Sex Doll

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

Part 1

Edgar Underwood, that’s me, just wandered into the brighly lit store without much conscious thought about the matter. I had just broken up with my latest girlfriend because of a suggestion I’d made last night. Next time I make sure, I thought angrily while my libido guided my steps.

“Can I help you?”

I jumped at the interruption and looked up at the handsome woman with silver-streaked black hair and intense grey eyes that had asked me the question. “Um… sorry?” As you can tell, this was not my most brilliant conversation.

Adventures of a Sex Doll 2

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

(story continues from Adventures of a Sex Doll)_

Part 2

Later, I pulled the car up into the long driveway. Ms. Winna lived practically in the woods, a good place for her group, I supposed. There were several cars already here so I guessed they were all present. I turned off the car and we all exited the car. Two Roxys followed me to the medium-sized house’s entrance, Desire in my girlfriend’s clothes. You couldn’t tell them apart physically; they really looked like twins. Unless you lifted them up.

Adventures of a Sex Doll 3

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

(story continues from Adventures of a Sex Doll 2)_

Part 3

Roxy phoned the next day, much to my pleasure and relief. Everything had gone well, I had even saw my ‘death’ in the papers. When I told her my job offer from last night she was floored. “Three million dollars???” she gasped. “WHAT are you going to do?”

“Fulfil a fantasy of his and test some of my abilities at the same time,” I hedged.

Bad Bargain

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

Brent looked around him with a sigh, wondering why he’d even bothered coming in here. Everything in the little shop looked musty and ancient. Shelves full of old bottles lined each aisle, their labels marked with mostly unreadable script. Intermingled with the bottles were boxes full of dried things Brent wasn’t sure he wanted to identify. Some magic shop this was! And what a waste of time. Shaking his head, Brent turned toward the door.

Beauty & the Beast

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

(story continues from Beauty & the Beast)_

_Part 2 (click here for Part One)

One minute I was pinned in Jack�s arms while Milord dripped wax on my hard nipples and twin dildoes thrust inside me. The next I was free, standing halfway across the room. And the Beast was kneeling in front of a tall, redheaded woman I�d never seen before. He was naked, and I saw with a shock that thick, silver chains bound his arms behind his back, wrists lashed to elbows.

Easy Riding Doll

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

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

Gai-Shift - Out of Africa Chapter 1: Missionary Work

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

To understand the Gai Shift & to review the characters in this story, check out this useful guide: Gai-Shift Encyclopedia of Knowledge_

_Chapter 1: Missionary Work

with thanks to SkyHawk7x_

_April 12, 199_

Dear Diary;

This is Annie’s diary, and I’m Annie.

Hello!

I decided to start this diary the moment I heard the amazing news – I’m going to Africa for missionary work! Wow! Except I couldn’t write anything at the time because Mother Superior was cording my hands firmly into the small of my back and calling for the carriage to carry us to London.

Great Gift Ideas

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

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

Just the Right Position

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

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

Late Night Sex

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

Mary sat patiently on the couch waiting for Bill to come out of the washroom. He had promised her an incredible night of passion and sex so she was willing to wait while he ran a few errands. She noticed he had set up a video camera opposite the couch she was sitting on with several boxes sitting on the floor next to it.

" Bill probably wants to tape our upcoming night of fucking …I hope he’s got a six hour tape in there because I am damned horny tonight ! " Mary thought to herself as she stood up and wandered over to the boxes on the floor with the intent of looking in them for any surprises Bill was planning for that night.

Late Night Swim

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

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

Office Promotion

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

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

Passion for Magic

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

This story is the sequel to She Loved To Be A Love Doll

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

Pool Dolly

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

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

Special Rubber Hood

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

Pete was driving home. It’s Friday evening; he just finished work for another week. He could not wait to get home and get into his rubber and latex gear. He had a huge fetish for rubber and latex. He spends the weekends wearing his favorite latex catsuit. He turned into a street. His eye caught the attention of a small shop on the corner. He slowed down he couldn’t believe it. In the window there was a collection of rubber and latex gear on display. The collection included catsuits, hoods, corsets, boots, gloves, gags, butt plugs and more. He never had seen this shop before.

Still Life

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

This is how it happened.

Candi and I were relaxing around the house one night, not doing a lot, just relaxing with a couple of glasses of wine and watching TV. She’d been reading some trashy law novel, but after a couple of hours she was two full glasses into a bottle and she’d lost interest. I shouldn’t say she’d lost interest: it was more like she couldn’t follow the plot. Candi had a tendency to get blasted and then get spacey and bubbleheaded. I’ve seen her do some really dumb things when she was half in the bag, and I personally felt she probably would have been happy as some blond bimbo who didn’t have a care in the world.

Still Life 2 - Changing Parts

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

(story continues from Still Life)_

Part Two - Changing Parts

I was two days in a window, and then three months in a box.

It’s amazing how you outlook on life changes when you’re just a collection of parts in a cardboard container.

It’d started a few months before with my girlfriend, Candi. She’d found some magic coin, or so she told me, and made a wish so that she could turn me into a mannequin whenever she wanted. I thought it was crap, but I was wrong; the magic worked.

Still Life 3 - Mistaken Identities

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

(story continues from Still Life 2 - Changing Parts)_

Part Three - Mistaken Identities

I fell to my knees, nearly tumbling off the podium. It was late at night: all the shoppers were gone. I was thankful I didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing or hearing me, ‘cause the moan that slipped out echoed throughout the store.

I immediately sighed after I was finished moaning. My hope that only a couple of days would go by since Ronnie and I were “frozen” had turned into twelve days of display. I was sure Ronnie was still plastic, since she would have come looking for me had someone inadvertently changed her back to human. I was surprised to see that someone would say “Nora, real,” before they’d say “Rebecca, real.” Or some combination of people speaking thereof.

Tanestran's Inventions

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

We were just outside of the town of Block’s Haven when Long Beard, the dwarven fighter, told the group that he was leaving to go home. He’d enough of the adventuring life and wanted to open a mine of his own and marry three nice dwarven women. Mauler also told the group he was thinking about retiring and figured that now would be a good time. Since Block’s Haven was his hometown he said we could stay at his family’s place till we figured out what we were going to do. Once we got into town and got settled down we discussed our future. Torn and Xakeria wanted to go to their home city, Hawk’s Raven, and do their own thing. That left me going my own way. We divided up the loot and I left two days later.

The Bounty Hunter: Leather and Steel

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

(story continues from The Bounty Hunter: Sometimes The Sex Shouldn’t Be So Magical)

Chavid peered carefully through the cracks in the door. He knew he should go in there and get his man, especially since he was conveniently already chained up. But the scene he was watching had his curiosity afire. It was all he could do to stay silent as he watched what was happening.

–

It had been a long week chasing the evidence of repeated theft from the horse yards in Wekoli. Most horse thefts are either one or two just once, or a whole lot at once, usually between towns. This one was different. Somehow, one or two horses were being stolen from a variety of corrals night after night. What guards there were (not all horse-owners could afford guards) would never admit to seeing anything and the owners had been trying with mixed success to increase the security of the corrals in the hope of catching the thief, but to no avail. They hadn’t even identified a likely culprit. It was at this time the council decided to put a bounty on his head - whoever it was. That’s when Chavid got involved.

The Bounty Hunter: Sometimes The Sex Shouldn't Be So Magical

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

“No, magic doesn’t work that way.”

Parya looked across the small campfire towards Chavid, seated cross-legged on the ground. The exasperation in his voice was slight, but noticeable. She looked down towards where her bound hands were tied to the stake. Chavid considered what she asked.

“A lot of it is simply very hard work. Learning and remembering how things go together takes a very human skill.” He gestured towards the fire with the stick he was holding. “At night, for example, it is often easier to build a fire the normal way.”

The Salesman

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

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

The Wand

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

The wand had passed through many hands since it had first been constructed, it was a remnant of a distant past, and a tool held in awe by those that could wield its power.

Elvin life-stones had been crushed and added together to form the power within the wand. A craftsman had hand carved the ancient (even then) tree branch to hold the dust, and so it had taken life, always seeking out those that could best use it.

Vengeful Spirits

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

The powerful private women club simply called Harmony Association had its usual monthly meeting at their leader’s posh apartment. The order of business was to kick out one of their own. Cassandra Chambers has been accused of embarrassing the group with ranting of witchcraft and revenge when treated unfairly in a job dispute. The leader of the group, Alexandra Burke, led the crusade to expel Cassandra, taking the embarrassment personally and a bad reflection on the group’s professional image.

Voodoo Spell 2: Rest and Relaxation

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

(story continues from Voodoo Spell)_

_This story is the sequel to Voodoo Spell

Part 2: Rest & Relaxation.

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

Wand of Wonder

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

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

Warlock's Wife

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

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

You Can Do Magic

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

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