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Lynda in Stock

Thu, 19 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Woman to Rubber/Bondage TF

When working in a factory that specializes in molding large amounts of rubber into different objects you learn to be careful. In my time working here, which is about 2 years, nothing has happened but I knew how dangerous these automated machines could be. My name is Lynda Caves. I am 25 years old and would call myself a fairly average girl. I have shoulder length dark brown hair, a decently curved body with a matching plump butt and moderate c-cup breasts. This had been my dream job after graduating from college with my degree in mechanical engineering. I was being paid a small fortune to maintain and create new machines that the company used to better itself. It was perfect. I came to work on a Friday to run basic checkups on all of the machines. The first on my list was the ball maker. As the name suggests it makes those giant rubber balls that exercise joints use and are sold at supermarkets for kids. After I fixed the wiring on its faulty conveyor belt I moved on to the clothing machine. It was used to turn rubber into all sorts of kinky clothing for those interested in it to purchase from our online catalogue. It was running fine as usual so I kept on going with my normal schedule to a machine that produces… well the more personal toys that we made. Women or men could custom order sexual items from our store and we would personally see to it that they were perfect for them. I had actually used my employee discount on this option quite a few times. Other than a few misplaced dildos that missed the chute on the end heading to the packaging section of the factory everything was running just swell. The last stop on my afternoon maintenance route was a machine that made rubber sex dolls. This was actually the most complicated machine in the entire factory seeing as how the machine needed to steadily fill itself with the proper amount of what we called blanks, or latex doll bases that were shaped and some even looked like various women. We had shelves upon shelves back in the storage room of blanks that were systematically placed in different categories and columns based on their looks. Each afternoon a mechanical scanner would sort through each new deposit of blanks that we ordered and place them on racks to be cleaned and then used when the order came for one of those specifications. My boss Ms. Fredrick told me yesterday that she had to cancel the last order because the machine was jammed or something along those lines. So hiking up my jeans I entered the tunnel portion of the machine with my flashlight and began searching for the problem. I searched high and low and eventually came out at the end of the machine in the storage area. I didn’t come in here that often but when I did the sight still astounded me. All around me there were rows of large amounts of rubber items or pure rubber. Then off to the left directly next to the doll machine there was a large wall stacked at least 12 rows high of different looking blank dolls, divided right down the middle by if they had a face or not and then sub sectioned off after that. I turned my head slightly at a buzzing noise and immediately knew what the problem was. The robot, a female looking one that was dressed like a maid that we called Janice, looked to be short circuiting while sorting through the newest order of blanks. Laughing I walked over behind her and swiftly powered her off, giving me the opportunity to fix the wires that had become tangled after weeks of no maintenance. Sighing I switch her back on and she begins moving as usual. “Do you feel better now Janice?” I ask as I take a seat on one of the storage crates. This was one of the perks of this job. I had programmed Janice to be the best friend at work I wouldn’t get in a factory like this. She only had a basic AI but it was enough to have conversation and mess with her to make it worth the work and interaction. She turned to me after depositing a blank that resembled a black woman. “Why yes Lynda, thank you for fixing me again. It is a pain trying to work through malfunction.” She said finishing with a robotic laugh as she went back to work.

Frankie's Fable 2: Will They Accept Me As I Am?

Wed, 01 Mar 2017 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Frankie’s Fable 1: Tea With Mother)

story continued from part one

Part 2: Will They Accept Me As I Am?

It’s true, when you have had good sex, and I had had good sex, strange at first, but it was very good, when I come to think of it, your outlook of just about everything improves. I gained in confidence again, and for the next couple of weeks I was just happy to chill, walk the neighbourhood, go to the gym, and generally have a relaxed time. I was adjusting to my new life every day, getting used to my body, getting used to behaving, well, being a woman. The gym was interesting, for obvious reasons I left my old one and found an all-women’s one close by.

Four Corners 6: The Three Points

Mon, 11 May 2015 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Four Corners 5: Andrew/Andrea)

Part 6: The Three Points

Entering the clubhouse Sunday morning, Andrew saw the other three already there. “Well, ladies,” he asked, “how was your evening?”

“I had fun.” Glancing up from his chair, Taylor seemed barely able to contain his smile. Wearing loose pajamas, he half lay in his chair, looking more relaxed than Andrew could ever remember seeing him. “It was a great evening.”

Date with a Spider

Fri, 25 May 2012 00:00:00 +0000

Pat was 50 but didn’t show it because of the transformation when she was turned into the spider woman that she was. She was well endowed and looked like a 30 year old, gorgeous from her head to her toes, her flowing red hair replaced the graying dull red she had when she was looking her age. Her tits were large and firm with firm nipples and her vagina was smooth and barren, she was a gorgeous redhead that looked 30. She loved the fact that she had her looks back, that with her actual years of experience chasing men, all those years paid off by allowing her to pursue and catch her prey with relative ease. She always wore a mink coat over her nude form to hide the extra arms and legs from her intended prey. It wasn’t until caught in her embrace that her true form was found out but by then her prey had been subdued.

Date with a Spider

Fri, 25 May 2012 00:00:00 +0000

Short Man, Big Man & Co

Wed, 31 Aug 2011 00:00:00 +0000

It was a very long night, and the small mid-town apartment was a dump. Officer Anne Frank was tired of getting the crappy stakeouts that never had anything to gain. The apartment overlooked a warehouse, about two blocks away. From this point, she could see both entrances, and the side loading docks; making anything going in or out of the premises impossible to miss. There had not been a truck, car or van near the place in two days. It was obviously empty, and she did not know if anyone was going to show up. After all the layoffs around the docks, this was not unusual, even the busy warehouses were at half staff, and most had part time shifts. This end of the docks was really slow by 3:00pm every day.

Becoming Trash

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

I was sitting at my computer when Hank came up to me, wrapping his arms around my chest and pressing his muzzle against the back of my ears. His breath was warm on my fur & teased my ears. His arms were strong, held tight under my chest and he had the smell of trash lingering over him. No surprise as he was a garbage man. It was how we met in fact.

Factory Tour with Options

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

Author’s note : This story is a bit darker than my usual stories and involves scenes of sexuality, profanity and mild violence. If this offends you, please move on to another story, otherwise enjoy ! (Based on an idea suggested to author by Mad Bird CZ…… )

It was a summer day with the midday sky hazy from the high humidity that seemed to be everywhere. Kids were in the quiet streets playing stick ball or running under the water streaming from an open fire hydrant. The children scattered to one side as two large mini van taxis drove by, heading towards the factory that the people inside had signed up for a tour of. “Gee, you’d think a company that manufactures love dolls would be sensitive about how they produce and test the products before sending them out to the various stores around the country,” the blonde haired Miranda said as she turned and looked back at the other women in the van. Gina and Svetlana nodded silently in agreement while Cynthia’s face slightly reddened. “Well, the online questionnaire I filled out at Dream Dollies web site was fairly thorough. It even asked if I had.. ummm… personal thoughts about love dolls in general….” Cynthia said, trailing off at the end in obvious embarrassment. “You too..? Gee, I thought I was the only one who was asked for my thoughts about the dolls and stuff related to it. When I wrote that I often.. um… well.. fantasized about being treated like one, they immediately emailed me back and invited me on this tour,” Iris said, somewhat embarrassed by her admission though that dissipated somewhat when she glanced around and saw the nodding of heads much like Cynthia had seen earlier. “Well, I don’t know if Dream Dollies can help fulfill our fantasies or not but I’m curious about the whole process they use to make their amazingly lifelike sex dolls. I swear, every boyfriend I’ve had in the last six months has brought it up in one way or another…” Gina said as the women started chatting among themselves about men they’d dated and other things.

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.

Four Corners 2: Steve/Stephanie

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

(story continues from Four Corners)

Part 2: Steve/Stephanie

Steve glanced around as he cautiously slid into a corner booth. Before, when the four friends went out on the town, they’d always separated at the door, each going his own way to try his own luck. Usually, the separation from his friends had always empowered Steve, made him feel like the solitary hunter. Tonight, stuck in this new and barely clothed body, he felt more like the prey.

Four Corners 3: Neil/Nell

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

(story continues from Four Corners 2: Steve/Stephanie)

Part 3: Neil/Nell

Settling into a booth, Neil was glad of his choice of clothing. Though tight, the black leather pants were supple enough to allow freedom of movement. He wasn’t sure about the zipper, which went all the way to the waistband in back, but it wasn’t really a big concern.

The sleeveless top, however, he was less sure about. The collar fastened together with two snaps, while three snaps held the bottom together. Between these was a large circular opening that showed entirely too much of his new female chest. Neil still wasn’t sure why he’d chosen this particular top, but now he was stuck with it.

Four Corners 4: Taylor/Taylor

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

(story continues from Four Corners 3: Neil/Nell)

Part 4: Taylor/Taylor

Sliding into a booth, Taylor nervously smoothed his gown across his hips. Glancing around as if to make sure his friend couldn’t see him, he ordered a glass of wine. He’d never really been fond of beer, he admitted to himself, drinking it only because his friends preferred it. Now, secure in his privacy, he sipped the drink he’d always loved.

Four Corners 5: Andrew/Andrea

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

(story continues from Four Corners 4: Taylor/Taylor)

Part 5: Andrew/Andrea

Rather than hiding in a booth, Andrew settled onto a stool at the bar. He felt extremely self-conscious in this body, and felt he could best hide himself in the middle of the crowd. He also decided to splurge with a hefty snifter of brandy, which he sipped slowly.

Glancing around, he watched the swirl of humanity, men and women in constant motion. He wondered what they would say if they knew that he was both. A woman physically, but still a man on the inside, in spite of actions he couldn’t deny were feminine. Seeing what the others wore made him less uncomfortable about his own dress, until the light, soft feel of the cloth against his skin felt almost natural.

The Process 1: Alice's Story

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

This story contains elements of an adult nature. If you are not 18 or stumbled upon this by accident, please move along as there is nothing to see here. Those that are of age, please enjoy. Story contains NC, Abduction, Body mod, BE, Penis growth, Sex doll, Mild gore

Part 1: Alice’s Story

Chapter 1

I hated this shit hole. The hours were terrible, it stank of smoke and working the bar didn’t have the allure that it used to. Not to mention getting hit on by severely drunken guys had lost it’s appeal. I wasn’t the best looking girl and knew that their compliments and rude advances had nothing to do with my looks, though, everything to do with the alcohol that seemed to consume them. At least some days were better than others.

The Process 3: A New Doll

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

(story continues from The Process: Alice’s Story 2: The New Owners)

This story contains elements of an adult nature. If you are not 18 or stumbled upon this by accident, please move along as there is nothing to see here. Those that are of age, please enjoy. Story contains NC, Drugs, Abduction, Body mod, Living latex doll, Inflatable, Transport, Mf

The Process: Part 3: A New Doll - Loverboy’s Story

Chapter 1

The Process 4: The New Maid

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

(story continues from The Process 3: A New Doll)

The Process: Part 4: The New Maid

Chapter 1

It had been 3 years since my best friend Mike and I had discovered the place.. It looked like some kind of forgotten pump house in a secluded valley just outside of town. Mike and I were doing some exploring one day after work and found it. I’m glad that he didn’t chicken out when I decided to go inside.

The Process 5: A Family of Sorts

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

(story continues from The Process 4: The New Maid)

This story contains elements of an adult nature. If you are not 18 or stumbled upon this by accident, please move along as there is nothing to see here. Those that are of age, please enjoy. Story contains Body mod, BE, Penis growth, Living Latex doll, BDSM, MF, MFF, FF

The Process: Part 5: A Family of Sorts

Chapter 1

It was an emotional night sleeping with Gudrun and feeling her softly breathing form tantalize my own body with just her skin against me. It caused me to want her even more. The nervousness that I felt when she fell asleep was long gone, but the the value of what I told her was still there. Even with Beringar, who seemed to turn to jelly and shed his stiff, steely nature when around me had a place in my heart. I didn’t know if it was because I was made for them, if it was my new body that compelled me to be interested or if it was something that I genuinely felt. The feeling was real regardless of what created the emotion. I truly wanted to be a part of them, it began pulling on me the more that I spent time with them.

The Process 5.2: More Family Members

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

(story continues from The Process 8: Rubber Colony)

This story contains elements of an adult nature. If you are not 18 or stumbled upon this by accident, please move along as there is nothing to see here. Those that are of age, please enjoy. Story contains Body mod, BE, Penis growth, Living Latex doll, BDSM, MF, MFF, FF story continues from part five

The Process: Part 5.2: More Family Members

Chapter 5

The Process 6: Gudrun's Surprise

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

(story continues from The Process 5: A Family of Sorts)

This story contains elements of an adult nature. If you are not 18 or stumbled upon this by accident, please move along as there is nothing to see here. Those that are of age, please enjoy. Story contains Magic, Body mod, BE, Penis growth, Living Latex doll, Maid, BDSM, Multiple gender roles story continues from part 5.2

The Process: Part 6: Gudrun’s Surprise

The Process 6.1: Invitation

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

(story continues from The Process 5.2: More Family Members)

This story contains elements of an adult nature. If you are not 18 or stumbled upon this by accident, please move along as there is nothing to see here. Those that are of age, please enjoy. Story contains Magic, Body mod, BE, Penis growth, Living Latex doll, Maid, BDSM, Multiple gender roles story continues from part 6

The Process: Part 6.1: Invitation

Chapter 5

The Process: Alice's Story 2: The New Owners

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

(story continues from The Process 1: Alice’s Story)

This story contains elements of an adult nature. If you are not 18 or stumbled upon this by accident, please move along as there is nothing to see here. Those that are of age, please enjoy. Story contains NC, MC, Abduction, Body mod, BE, Penis growth, Sex doll, Packaged

The Process: Alice’s Story 2: The New Owners

Chapter 5

I began to think back to my life as I laid helplessly staring at the lighted ceiling of the round room. Though I hated my job and where I lived, this was not something that I wanted. They were forcibly turning me into something that I didn’t want. Some kind of sex toy for a couple in a different country. It was like a form of rape.