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Rubberized and Dollified
by DollMaster
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Storycodes: Solo-F; F/f; latex; stockings; cuffs; transform; rubberdoll; mc; sex; climax; cons/reluct; X
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Rubberized and Dollified DollMaster Solo-F; F/f; latex; stockings; cuffs; transform; rubberdoll; mc; sex; climax; cons/reluct; X

Rubberized and Dollified
Or
How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Latex

Writer’s note: If you couldn’t tell from the title, I’m a big Kubrick fan. I think Spielberg made hash of what could have been a much better story (A.I.).

 

I feel I must record my story while I can, before whatever is happening to me prevents me from being capable of coherent thought. Not that I mind anymore, of course. I’m one big ball of sexual energy. An orgasmic hydrogen bomb, if you will. The only down side is I can hardly hold a thought in my head before movement, sound, even a slight breeze causes my brain to reboot from the pleasure.

My name is Amy Douglas, and this is my story.

It was a dark and stormy night. No, really, it was. The last of tropical storm Anna was slowly moving through, and thank the goddess my cable modem was still up, or else I would have gone mad from boredom. I was surfing my usual sites and groups, posting responses, IMing, all the usual Internet stuff. One of my webpals, a fellow latex fetish enthusiast, messaged me, saying she had found the absolute coolest online boutique for latex items. I copied the address into my browser and checked it out.

The opening frame was a beautifully luscious woman in a perfectly fitting, glossy black latex catsuit and clear, form-fitting hood. She was latex perfection, and I was getting horny just looking at her. I dug deeper into the site, and found more pictures of the same girl in different poses and outfits, but always with the black catsuit and clear hood underneath it all. My friend was right. This was the coolest boutique I had seen in a while. There was something so compelling about it. I clicked the ‘Shop’ button and browsed their catalog. As a rule, I always buy a pair of stockings from a rubber store to check their quality and customer service. Granted, they had lots I wanted to buy, like the highly detailed vagina panties or the form-fitting doll mask, but I stick to my rules. Maybe not anyone else’s, though… but that’s another story. Anyway, I found a pair of simple black rubber stocking easily enough. They were a little on the pricey side for stockings, but I hoped that meant an improvement in quality. I fed the site my shipping address and credit card numbers and ordered. After that is the worst part of all: waiting.

I was impressed. The worst part only lasted three days. The nice FedEx man delivered a nondescript brown paper envelope with the return address RLF, Inc. in the corner. It took an extreme act of will to keep from stripping in front of the poor man right there with my front door open. I closed the door and ripped open the envelope. Inside were an invoice and the lovely black stockings. Tossing the invoice aside, I opened the plastic bag the stockings were in and pitched it away as well. These stockings were unlike any I had ever had before. The latex was heavy, but extremely soft, almost velvety, like very fine leather. The molding was very detailed, with little pockets for my toes. The polish was almost mirror-like, and they were already lubricated. I took no time in stripping naked.

Gathering the first up, I slid my foot inside. It was effortless, like easing into a bed made with silk sheets. The molded rubber foot caressed my flesh foot as if it was made just for me. As I slowly smoothed the rubber up my legs, I could feel the latex warming up, quickly reaching body temperature. By the time I pulled them up to just below my crotch, it didn’t feel like cold rubber at all, but like a warm living latex embrace. Oh, how I wanted to the latex to cover my pussy like that. This thought of it made me crazy with lust. In fact, I couldn’t get the idea out of my head, not just my pussy, but my whole body smothered in the latex that sheathed my legs in perfect shiny blackness. I could feel my juices start to leak from my slit. I grabbed my phone.

“Angie! Get over here now! And come naked!.”

I slammed down the phone, sure she was confused as hell but not caring. I raced, well, more like stumbled to my bedroom, as my aroused state kept my legs from working properly. I grabbed my favorite rubber hood, a black affair with only nose holes for breathing, and pulled it on. I was sure I was going to cum just by standing there. I felt around for my nightstand and opened the drawer. Years of practice guided my hands to a pair of fur-lined handcuffs. I looped the long leather thong around a bedpost and clicked them on my wrists. I lay in the bed and writhed.

Several minutes passed, and the longer I waited the hornier I got. Finally, I heard my door open and Angie call out.

“Amy!? What the fuck? What’s going on?”

I did the only thing I could do. I scream out, “FUUUUUUUCKKKK MEEEEEE!”

I heard her feet move quickly into my room.

Ok, freeze frame. Angie is my best friend, lover, and at one point was my husband. Husband, you say? No, this is not going to degenerate in a bad transsexual fantasy story. I did not transform her body and use her as my humiliated, cuckold maid while I fucked a hundred soccer players. She went through the whole thing by herself, with me at her side. We would have stayed married if it weren’t for silly, marrow-minded laws about what marriage is ‘supposed’ to be. Anyway, back to the real story

“Oh shit…” I heard her say. The realization must have dawned on her. “You horny little slut.” I felt the bed shift as she got on it.

“Oh, please fuck me, PLEASE!” I cried out through the hood. I felt her tongue on my bare nipple, which cause a new wave of flames to burn through my body and mind.

“AHHHHHHHHHH!”

“You horny bitch…you want to be fucked really bad, don’t you slut?”

“Uh huh,” I whined.

I heard her chuckle. “What’s in it for me, slut?”

“Anything. Anything you want. Just fuck me and MAKE ME CUM!!!”

I felt the bed shift again and sensed her body heat between my legs. She grabbed my thighs and lifted, raising me off the body.

“You’re dripping all over your sheets, slut. You really must want it bad.”

“Oh, yes! Just put it in me! I’ll do anything!”

“Remember that, you horny little girl.”

With that, she thrust her beautiful girl-stick into my waiting pussy. My mind exploded in light and color, and all I could do was scream. And not a puny girly scream either. This was a voice cracking, bad slasher pic, head-exploding scream. I’m sure the neighbors would come over later to find out what was going on. It only took a few seconds for my voice to give out, leaving me only to exhale. I don’t remember to much after that, except for Angie curling up beside me some time later.

It was light when I woke up. Damn, I thought. That was…that was… I have no words for what that was. I cracked open an eye and saw Angie standing there in her signature kimono, obi perfectly tied. One of these days, I’m going to have to ask how she does that by herself.

“Good morning, sleepy head. You certainly slept well. Don’t blame you either, after last night.”

“Oh my god, I know… what happened?”

“Well, let me put it this way… if your back could have physically arched any more, you could have eaten your foot up to the ankle and I could have rolled you through the living room quite nicely.”

“Wow…I don’t remember much… just colors and light… and so much heat.” Thinking about it was making me horny again. I pushed off the covers to get out of bed and heard Angie gasp.

“What?”

“Um…Amy… where’s your pussy?”

“What!?”

I spread my legs and looked down. There was nothing there. Furthermore, what was there was shiny and a light flesh tone. There was a clear line of demarcation right at my waist.

“What the hell!?! What happened?”

I pointed a foot into the air. Sure enough, both legs were the same, smooth, shiny flesh color. The stockings, I thought. Could that be it?

“Hey, I found it”

“Found what?!”

“Your kitty, silly. There’s a barely visible slit right here.” She poked at my crotch and I could feel her finger like it was my skin down there. Which, of course, had the usual effect.

“Mmmm, don’t do that, Angie. I have to get these stockings off.”

“Do what, this?” She poked my pussy again, this time deliberately. My body writhed of its own accord.

“Oh god, don’t stop…no, wait, I can’t… but…”

Angie had gotten down her knees next to the bed. “Allow your geisha to service you, madam.”

I didn’t get the chance to refuse. She had her head between my legs, gently lapping at my rubber lips. I was losing control fast. My thoughts turned quickly to having her inside me again. Oral sex just wasn’t going to do it. I grabbed her and flipped her over onto the bed. She had that innocent but mischievous look that she does so well all over her face. I threw back the kimono and found her girl-stick, waiting for me. I impaled myself and exploded again, colored fireflies dancing through my field of view. I was floating, out of my body, off in some other world of perfect pleasure. Every nerve was on fire, every neuron in my poor brain lighting up at once. For one moment, I felt my consciousness expand beyond my head, beyond my room, beyond everything. I glimpsed all of existence in its entirety. I guess the human mind wasn’t meant to see that, because I screamed. It was a scream of joy and fear and utter transcendence. And then I don’t remember anything but blackness.

It was still light when I woke up, so I couldn’t have been asleep for too long. Angie came in, kimono casually tied in front and looking very concerned.

“Lover, what’s going on?”

My voice was weak. “I…I don’t know. I bought these rubber stockings a few days ago. That’s when this all started.”

“What’s the name of the place?”

“I don’t… remember. The receipt’s on the bar.”

“Ok. I’m going to check this place out. You just stay in here and relax.”

“Angie?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I… I’m scared. Don’t leave me.”

“I won’t, I promise. I’ll be in here on the computer if you need me.”

“Ok.”

She quietly walked into the office while I melted into the covers. It was hard to think so I just closed my eyes. I must have drifted off to sleep, because when I woke up again it was dark. I turned my head slightly and saw Angie sitting on the bench across from the bed, looking very disturbed.

“What’s wrong?”

“I found absolutely nothing on this RLF, Inc. It is as if they don’t exist, worse, never existed.”

“What are you saying?”

“That there is no record of the people you bought those stockings from. I asked around, and few people could recall seeing a website like the one you saw but I couldn’t find it anywhere. The URL just led to a 404 error.”

I felt tears start to well up and my stomach began to churn.

“Oh god… I’m gonna be sick…”

I tumbled out of bed and half ran, half fell into the bathroom. It was sheer dumb luck that I landed next to the toilet. Since I hadn’t eaten in over 24 hours, my stomach was empty, and dry heaves are the worst. After several agonizing minutes it was over and I collapsed on the floor, unable to move anymore. I sensed steady arms reach around me and lift my body off the tile floor. She’s the most beautiful woman in the world, but sometimes Angie can be so romantically masculine. I felt the soft covers envelope my body again. The sensation was dulled, but I figured it was my weakened state. I drifted off to sleep again.

I woke again, feeling amazingly good. I was thirsty as hell though. I reached up to move the covers and that’s when I noticed something wrong. My arm was entirely the wrong color and the lights from the city coming through my window glinted off of it beautifully. I threw off the covers and screamed. From my neck down, my skin had become smooth, shiny, flesh toned rubber. Angie came running in and quickly hugged me.

“Angie…What’s happening… why…”

“Shhhh, babydoll…”

“Wha…what’s going on, Angie?”

“I don’t know, Amy… I’m trying to find out…” I could hear the pain in her voice. She was trying not to cry, for my sake I suppose.

“Angie, I’m thirsty.”

She let go of me. I could see her face. She had been crying.

“I’ll get some tea for you.”

“No, I’ll get it. Help me up.”

She stood up and put her arms around my waist. It was one of those moments where you realize just how much someone loves you. I felt little warm fuzzies all over my body as she helped me to my feet. I was a little wobbly on my feet after over day in bed. I looked up and glance in my mirror. I certainly couldn’t complain about how the rubber was changing my body. I hadn’t looked this good since I was 19 and a cheerleader. My body reminded me of those anime girls; long, shapely legs, slender arms, and hourglass waist and an ample bust.

“I sure am sexy,” I chuckled. “It’s no wonder you can’t get enough of me.” Angie smirked, but I knew I had broken some of the tension. She brought me my silk kimono and dressed me before we went into the kitchen. A few minutes later I had a cup of tea steeping in front of me on the bar.

“How do you feel?” Angie asked me.

“Ok, I guess. I mean, my skin is turning into latex. I’m not sure what to feel.”

“Well, I do have some news. I called FedEx and asked where the package you received was picked up. It was here in town, in the old warehouse district. I got to talk to the driver, and the said the man who gave her the package seemed really spaced out, almost robotic. Should we go check it out?”

“Maybe we should just call the police or something?”

“And say what? My girlfriend’s turning into a rubber doll? I don’t think they’d buy it. And anyway, we’d probably get arrest on some trumped up indecency charge. You know how cops are.”

“Yeah, but I’ve read this story before. We’ll go over there, and there will be this big processing facility with mad scientists and huge machines and big lumbering guards where girls are being transformed into rubber slaves for rich old guys. We’ll be captured and transformed like the rest of them, all the while getting hypnotized and oversexed and being forced to sleep with all manner of people. No way, Jose. We’re not going.”

“Well, what should we do then?”

I paused. What should I do? A small voice in the back of my head said, ‘Let it happen.’ Should I? Should I just become a rubber woman? Could I handle it? Could Angie? But the voice was very insistent. Over and over again, ‘Let it happen.’ I finally broke down. I took a sip of tea and untied my kimono. It flowed off of my body like water.

“Take me, Angie. Be gentle, but take me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Who knows, maybe something wonderful will happen.”

She smiled and opened her kimono. I traced a rubber finger over her girl stick. It was always fun watching it come alive. I put my arms around her, lifted myself up, and slowly impaled myself on my beautiful lover. It was the best, most wonderful thing I had ever felt. As we stood there, making love in the living room, I could feel it happening this time, the rubber slowly creeping up my skin. Part of me wanted her to fuck me, but I wouldn’t let that happen. If this was going to be the last time as a normal girl, I wanted it to be very special.

Angie slowly walked over to the couch and lied down, all the while the two of us connected. I felt rubber creep up the back of my neck, over my ears and up the top of my head. I was sure I was bald now, but I had stopped caring. Is that bad? I don’t know, because I didn’t care about that either. The heat was building now, getting closer and closer to orgasm. That had something to do with it, the rubber and my sexual pleasure. Rubber silently oozed across my face and down my forehead. My mouth was the first to go, sealed shut by the advancing tide. All worries had vanished. Speaking, eating, it didn’t matter anymore. My nose was next, carefully smoothed over into a shiny rubber bump in the middle of my face. Breathing didn’t matter anymore. I knew this was it anyway. I was close, oh so close… muscles tensing, burning. And then, it hit. I tried opening my eyes to get one last glimpse of Angie, but the rubber had fused them closed. Everything was color, then white, and then…

I woke up.

For a second, I was frozen, not knowing whether this was the real or a dream world, meatspace or some sexually-induced virtual reality. Then, I threw off the covers and sat bolt upright. I looked at my legs. I was still wearing the stockings, and they were still black, just as they were when I put them on. I wiggled my toes just to make sure, and there they were, sheathed in shiny black rubber

“Oh thank god,” I said out loud to no one. “It was just a dream.”

I stood up and walked around, feeling a little stiff. I saw Angie in the kitchen in full geisha mode, makeup and all. She does it to get a rise out of me, because she knows I love everything Japanese. And that’s when it really started. It felt weird, like being slowly dipped in thick goo, only this goo was oozing up my legs. Fast, too. I barely had time to call out to Angie before the rubber had enveloped most of my body. It was just like the dream, only the rubber stayed black and ultra-shiny. It entered into every pore of my face, grabbing hold of my skin like some alien invader. It erased my eyelashes but stopped there, leaving me my vision. I felt the stuff enter my nose and mouth. It completely coated my teeth and tongue, but stopped at my throat, and likewise only went halfway up my nostrils. I was stiff everywhere, like the rubber was actively preventing me from moving. By the time Angie got to my room, it was over.

Angie stood frozen for a moment, unsure what to do or say. She came around some seconds later.

“My god… are you ok?”

“I… I think so.” Talking felt funny with my mouth coated in a layer of rubber, and it took more that the usual amount of effort. I almost had to think about moving my lips and tongue. Angie reached out to touch my shoulder reassuringly, and the instant she did I exploded in an orgasm. None of my muscles worked, and I collapsed to the floor, alternating between involuntary writhing and total muscle lock-up. It was a new sensation, as if my whole body had become as sensitive as my clit. All the moving on the floor only intensified the effect until my poor, besieged brain couldn’t take it anymore and shut down.

I found myself, of all places, back in bed when I regained consciousness. Angie sat next to me on the bed, looking concerned.

“You’re sure you’re ok? You freaked me out there.”

“Yeah… it was so… different. Like… my whole body just… I don’t know… don’t know how to describe it.”

This time, talking required real effort, like my body would rather just lie here and stare blissfully at the ceiling. When I didn’t try to move anything, my arms and legs straightened out on their own. ‘Sex doll’ entered my head. I wasn’t averse to the idea. I had Angie to take care of me. I love her so much. She could take care of me and dress me and make love to me… no, fuck me. Mmmm, I’d love that right now… wait, no. I wondered where all that came from. I noticed thinking coherently was becoming increasingly difficult as well. My thoughts tended to wander towards Angie and her love, and her lovely body, and her lovelier girl-stick… I wanted it in me.

“Angie?”

“Yes, love?”

“I… something…is not right…”

“What is it?”

“I… I’m a sex doll, aren’t I? I can’t stop think about you and sex… and… oh god just fuck me now!”

I saw Angie was a little startled. I tried to be sad, but I just couldn’t.

“I’m…sorry…. no… can’t help it, lover. My brain is all jumbled up. Things will all be better if you come use me. Please?”

I moved to touch her. The friction between my rubber skin and the sateen sheet was heavenly torture.

“Please… Angie… please fuck me.” My voice was a whisper now, as all my energy was being drained away in the torrents of lust. Staring at her, I knew she wanted me. We had always played doll games together, and I was it, the ultimate rubber doll. And she could never say no to me anyway, not even before her glorious transformation.

I felt nothing but orgasm after orgasm as she used her girl-stick on me. I didn’t care about anything, about not being human anymore, or the fact that I didn’t breathe. Nothing mattered but Angie and her beautiful tool. Did I feel love then? I don’t know. I couldn’t tell. Only the pleasure mattered. Besides, what could a rubber doll possibly hope for but love and sex? Nothing. That was all that mattered, and I had both.

17.06.12

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