The music from the opening act was loud enough to rumble the walls in Lindsey Stirling’s dressing room. Even standing, it was enough to rumble Lindsey’s pupils, blurring her vision until she closed her eyes. It was showtime- almost showtime, and that sent a thrill through her. She was ready- she had her violin in hand, her final checks were complete, her outfit was cute as hell- and it was almost time.
Lindsey idly took a drink from a fizzy pink cup- she had found the cup when she’d first made her way backstage and hadn’t thought much of it- the drink went down smoothly, and she smacked her lips as she finished, putting the cup back on the dressing room table.
She lifted her violin, checking it over one last time- it never hurt to be too prepared- and she spared a thought for her little sister. She knew Brooke would be in town after the party- at her stage of pregnancy, the noise and excitement and the crowd would be unhealthy for the baby.
That didn’t mean that Lindsey couldn’t give her a shout-out in one of her songs, though, and she ran her fingers over the violin strings, imagining how the song would sound.
And then her fingers scraped against the violin strings as she felt her legs begin to wobble. Lindsey sucked in a breath as she moved her legs, trying to adjust her position and only putting herself more off-balance.
She didn’t know what was happening- her legs felt loose and boneless, like they were made of rubber. She was standing near her chair, and she crashed into it, wincing as she felt and heard her violin smash into the dressing table- her trained ear told her at once that she’d ruined it.
She couldn’t bring herself to care too much, though, not when she was… feeling this way. She felt like she was sinking into something, felt like her bones were turning to jelly. The remains of her violin slipped out of her boneless fingers, her whole body tingling as she tried to raise her arms, grunting softly with effort- effort that bore no fruit.
Lindsey felt her head begin to spin, and felt a tingle in her belly- had it been her drink? Who had put that drink in her dressing room? What was even happening to her, why couldn’t she move?
“Mhm…” she moaned softly as she felt a spark of something- a spark that made her heart race as she realized it was pleasure.
There was something happening in her core- her groin was starting to burn with an unfamiliar, unbelievable heat. It was like something was… growing out of her. Extending up and off her body, slowly tenting her skirt.
Lindsey was breathing hard now, panting, the sound almost like squeaking as she tried to get her legs under her. She could feel her legs pressing together, but the feeling was faint as she struggled helplessly.
There was definitely something wrong- and as Lindsey tried to gather her faculties she heard footsteps- footsteps she recognized.
Brooke.
Relief swelled up inside her- her little sister was here to help her! She hadn’t been expecting Brooke until after the show, but she wasn’t about to complain.
Hopefully, Brooke would be able to call an ambulance- whatever was happening to Lindsey, it was making her feel all swollen… almost like she had somehow been… inflated.
Just as the thought crossed Lindsey’s mind, the door opened, Brooke throwing it open and stepping through in the same motion- stepping through like she owned the place- like she didn’t expect Lindsey to be there- or like she didn’t care if Lindsey was.
Either thought made Lindsey uneasy, but she didn’t have time to process those feelings- the force of the door opening created a draft.
The draft wasn’t much, but in her diminished state it was enough to flip Lindsey’s skirt up- and her skirt had already been tented up! Lindsey didn’t know why, or how, or much of what was happening at all- she just gasped when she saw her body beneath the skirt.
Her skin wasn’t her skin- it didn’t even look like human skin! What had happened to her? What had been in that drink?
Lindsey asked these questions silently, trying not to think about the other thing she’d noticed- the thick, twitching, matte-colored appendage sticking up from between her legs.
An appendage that had certainly not been there before- a cock!
Lindsey Sterling had grown a cock, and that was, somehow, the least of her concerns- her body had been changed! The weightlessness she’d felt as she stumbled to her seat wasn’t just metaphorical- she didn’t have any bones left in her hips!
The feeling was grotesque- surely it should hurt, but Lindsey felt nothing- nothing but the faint, soft feeling of her skin rubbing against itself- and what sort of skin did she have now, down there? She didn’t even have the strength to reach out and touch it, but it looked… off. Not shiny enough and not smooth enough to be human skin.
There was one possibility she was refusing to consider- refusing to consider it because if it was the case then her situation was more dire than she could’ve imagined.
“Well well well, what do we have here?” Brooke’s clear, commanding voice cut across the dressing room- Lindsey looked up- she’d completely forgotten about her little sister, but Brooke hadn’t failed to notice her predicament.
In fact, as she stood, hands on her hips, pregnant belly protruding from her abdomen, threatening to roll up her sweater, Lindsey could swear she saw a smirk on her little sister’s face- a look of satisfaction as she took in Lindsey’s affliction.
“Oh my goodness, Linds, you look so much better like this,” Brooke cooed as she reached out to touch Lindsey’s belly. Lindsey tried to flinch away from her little sister’s touch, but she was helpless!
“What happened? What’s going on? Brooke, I need you to call the ambulance…” Lindsey’s voice was unnatural, she could tell- it sounded like she was squeaking out each word- she couldn’t feel her chest vibrate when she spoke!
Brooke silenced her with a finger at her lips. Then she took hold of Lindsey’s cock, making Lindsey gasp, her body still failing to move or respond to her as her little sister slowly started stroking her impossible, floppy, strangely-half-hard cock.
The sensation was confusing- Lindsey didn’t know how a cock should feel, but as Brooke started stroking her she could feel that wasn’t right- it was too boneless, too soft even when she should be hard- and that was what she was feeling, now, she realized- her whole body had been tingling because the drink had made her aroused as well as helpless.
“Oh yes,” Brooke said with a soft sigh, “mhm, this body will be a lot more useful to me than your old one, big sis.”
She winked, like she and Lindsey were both in on a joke. Then she stood, letting go of Lindsey’s cock- and Lindsey could swear she heard a faint squeaking sound as Brooke did so- and started unzipping her jeans.
“Sorry to spring this on you without any warning,” she said, shimmying out of her pants, “but I thought you might say no, and this way you don’t have to say anything at all.”
“Brooke, you did this to me? What the hell? What were you thinking? What-” Lindsey hated how shrill she sounded, but the idea that her precious little sister had done this to her intentionally was too much for her to bear “-have you done to me?”
“I’ve made you perfect,” Brooke said, humming as she finished pulling her pants down, sliding her panties down as well before reaching out for Lindsey’s cock again, making her gasp as she felt Brooke’s warm fingers on her body.
Brooke’s fingers didn’t feel… right, though- Lindsey was hardly familiar with the feelings of fingers on her penis, but she felt… like Brooke’s fingers were scraping against her skin- she could almost feel the faint squeaking sound, like Brooke was rubbing her fingers along a balloon.
“Y-You’ve drugged me…” Lindsey hissed out the words as she felt Brooke’s fingers run along her shaft again, stroking her faster and faster as Brooke gained confidence. “When this wears off, I won’t just pretend like it didn’t happen!”
“Wears off?” Brooke looked confused for a second, then grinned, letting go of Lindsey’s cock with one hand, reaching for her head and cupping her chin.
“My sweet, silly big sister, this is never going to wear off. This is what you are, now, see?” Brooke’s hand moved up, gripping Lindsey’s hair and tugging on her head, forcing her to look down and take in what had become of her body.
“Ah? Wh-What?” Lindsey’s mouth fell open as she tried to take in the state of her body, failing utterly as she saw… herself.
Her knees were still partially bent, her skin- her flesh- her whatever crinkling and bending in unnatural ways as it folded over itself. Her skin wasn’t the right color, and it didn’t reflect the light right- it was almost as though it wasn’t skin at all…
And then Lindsey saw the seam running down her inner legs. The sight made her groan in horror, then gasp as she felt a spike of pleasure from her groin- from the floppy, rubber dick that Brooke’s drug had given her.
And it was clearly rubber as she watched Brooke stroke it- there was no way she could pretend anymore, there was nothing left to rationalize- somehow, whatever Brooke had drugged her with…
It had partially turned Lindsey into a sex doll.
“You see, Lindsey?” Brooke was practically crooning her big sister’s name as she let go of Lindsey’s head, letting it loll as she went down on her knees with a grunt, “there’s no going back. You’re a doll now, and you’ll only become more of a doll as time goes on.”
“You can’t do this to me!” Lindsey gasped as Brooke started stroking her faster, making her whimper as she felt her cock throb- the sensation was odd- there was nothing solid inside her to throb, but she could feel the faint twitching feeling regardless.
“On the contrary,” Brooke snickered as she squeezed Lindsey’s cock, her other hand sliding lower, rubbing at Lindsey’s entrance- rubbing at something hard and round and unfamiliar, the pleasure making Lindsey yelp, “I can do anything I want with my new dolly…”
Brooke laughed as she stopped stroking Lindsey’s cock, focusing on fingering her rigidly-ringed hole, making Lindsey squeak as she felt the new stimulation, grunting as Brooke’s fingers pushed into her.
“I’m not your dolly! I’m not yours at all! Brooke, please, this is crazy!” Brooke didn’t reply, pushing her fingers deeper into Lindsey’s new, rubbery pussy, making Lindsey’s skin tingle- what skin that still could tingle, that is- she could feel a duller sensation in her legs and belly.
She could feel Brooke’s fingers rubbing against her new pussy- there was some texture in there, totally dry against Brooke’s fingers, but instead of the grinding friction hurting, it felt good. It was another alien sensation in a sea of them, and Lindsey thought she might be sick if she still could.
Nothing was the same about her- nothing was normal, everything was alien- the sensation was overwhelming her, making her sick and scared, but her body was refusing to react to her distress! She was still limp and flaccid, her skin refusing to even sweat as she felt Brooke finger her.
Lindsey could hear the faint squeaking sounds as Brooke’s fingers rubbed against her rubber pussy, the thought of her inner folds being plastic and stretchy enough to make her shudder with revulsion- if she could still shudder, which she couldn’t!
“So this feels good, right?” Brooke asked the question so earnestly it shocked Lindsey.
“What are you-” Lindsey cut herself off, unable to believe what she was hearing, “who cares what it feels like, Brooke! Jesus Christ let me go! Please, if you want to make me feel good then call someone who can fix this!”
Brooke shook her head, clicking her tongue and giving Lindsey’s cock a squeeze, making her gasp her airy gasp. Then she started fingering Lindsey more, pumping her fingers in and out in long, slow motions, stroking Lindsey’s stretchy, floppy cock with her other hand in time with her fingering.
“There’s no going back, big sis,” she said again, shaking her head as she leaned in, her breath warm against Lindsey’s rubber shaft- the sensation was like but not like feeling breath on her skin- it was alien, strange, like she was feeling the breath through water, “this can’t be reversed once it’s started- but it can be finished.”
“F-Finished?” Lindsey could feel faint beads of sweat against her forehead- nothing against her back, even as she felt a strange tension begin to coil inside her, making her body twitch weakly, “Brooke, what does that mean?”
“It means that you can still talk, silly! You’re not a doll yet, you’re this weird half-doll thing,” she paused in her fingering to run a finger up Lindsey’s side, letting Lindsey feel her little sister’s touch against the rubber seam on her side, “doesn’t that feel nice? But then we get up here…”
“And it feels so strange!” The sensation of Brooke’s fingers skipping over her rubber to her flesh was almost overwhelming- there was so much more sensation in her human skin and the feeling actually made Lindsey’s body jerk, almost flailing out of Brooke’s grip as Brooke laughed, putting more pressure on Lindsey’s body and using her grip on Lindsey’s cock like a handle to hold her in place.
“Oh you like that, huh? Don’t worry- we’ll still have some time to play with your human parts- but the more we play, the more they’re gonna go away…” Lindsey whimpered as Brooke started jerking her off again, this time using both hands as she started leaning forward again, her huge, pregnant belly pressing into Lindsey’s side as the pleasure started to mount.
It was a strange, hazy feeling- Lindsey could feel her pleasure increasing, but she could still barely feel anything in her rubber flesh- she knew cocks were sensitive, and that must be how she could still get sensation, but it felt like… it felt like her cock was the only part of her lower body that still existed.
If she focused, she could feel her toes- her toes twitching and curling without her input as the pleasure started reaching a peak, the feeling making Lindsey moan out her raspy, rubbery little moans, squeaking out her pleasure as Brooke touched her over and over.
Her little sister was biting her lip- there was a manic look in her eye as she took in Lindey’s slack-jawed features, a look that touched Lindsey’s heart, even though she didn’t want it to.
This was her little sister. This was Brooke, her best friend, someone she had been close to for decades. Seeing the pure excitement in her eyes was almost enough to let Lindsey forget what was happening- almost enough to let her forget that her little sister had drugged her, transformed her, and was working even now to transform her even further.
“Brooke… Brooke, please, don’t do this…” Lindsey could barely summon the breath to beg, feeling her lungs inflate- or feeling something inflate in her chest, since she couldn’t be sure how much of her body was even real anymore, “Brooke… you’re gonna… no…”
The pleasure was too much, even though her dulled sensation. Lindsey groaned as she came, feeling her body twitch- feeling her floppy cock stiffen for just a moment as she spasmed, some internal reservoir draining out onto her own rubber belly as Brooke cooed in triumph.
“That’s it, baby, cum for me…” She kept stroking Lindsey as Lindsey came, feeling her cock shudder and twitch. “Become my perfect doll…”
The pleasure didn’t pulse through her whole shaft like she’d heard about- the pleasure from Brooke’s fingers did resonate up and down her length, but the highest point of pleasure came from the last two inches- there was something that made Lindsey cum, something that wasn’t at all based on human biology- it was purely doll, and Lindsey hated how good it felt as she dribbled onto her rubber belly.
“Fuck… “ she mumbled, feeling the aftershocks continue radiating through her.
The pleasure had been intense- much more intense than she had been expecting given the reduced sensitivity of her body- and speaking of her body, Lindsey let out a low, wailing moan as she felt herself change even more.
It was barely a tingle at first, but then that tingle started to move- it was pleasurable, and that was the worst part- it felt good for her body to change and morph, skin giving way to rubber, the seam appearing with an itch, then a satisfying, dull flat feeling as the rubbery flesh of the sex doll sprouted down her legs.
When it hit her toes, Lindsey wished she could close her eyes- the feeling was one of completion, and it was strange how natural it felt- it felt like dipping her toes into cool water- she hadn’t realized how much stress she had been holding in her legs until she couldn’t hold any anymore.
Lindsey didn’t like the feeling, even though it was so good- so freeing. It felt like her mind was being changed against her will- like the good feeling was intentionally trying to keep her mind off the fact that her body was being transformed into a rubber sex doll against her will!!
“See, Big Sis?” Brooke was still slowly stroking Lindsey’s rubber cock, coaxing it back to a semblance of full hardness as she looked Lindsey’s body up and down. “Doesn’t that feel nice?”
“Brooke, please,” Lindsey was tired of begging- and more tired of Brooke ignoring her pleas, but what else could she do? “Please, I need… I need some sort of medical attention, there has to be a way to reverse this!”
“What, are you gonna un-orgasm?” Brooke scoffed, finally letting go of Lindsey’s cock.
The sudden loss of sensation almost made her ask Brooke to stroke her again- the lack of attention was almost painful given how unresponsive her lower body was, now.
But that was part of the trap, wasn’t it? The lack of sensation becoming pain, the pleasure becoming all the more intense! Lindsey could see right through it, and she wasn’t fooled- she wouldn’t ever beg Brooke for her touches, no matter how insensate she became.
Then she noticed motion and realized she’d been lost in her thoughts- as Lindsey refocused on Brooke, she realized that soon decisions about pleasure would be taken out of her hands.
Brooke was finishing peeling off her sweater, exposing her rounded and swollen belly. Her stomach looked almost comical against her small frame. Brooke was not a big woman, but she had a big baby inside her- she was only a month away from delivery, Lindsey knew, and her little sister was glowing with her pregnancy hormones.
Her belly was stretching her skin, distended and bloated, red stretch marks looking like tiger scratches as Brooke cupped her belly close, making a small sound.
“I think she’s just as excited as I am…” she sing-songed, walking over to Lindsey, clad in only her bra, “she’s just as excited to see what you turn into when I make you cum just a few more times.”
“Please, Brooke,” Lindsey whimpered, “Please…”
“I keep telling you, Linds,” Brooke’s voice was a whisper as she slid onto the chair, trapping Lindsey’s half-floppy cock between them, “there’s no going back. No way to turn this off. The only way this goes is forward- you cum, you turn to rubber…”
“Then I roll you up and take you home.” She said it so matter-of-factly that Lindsey wondered for a moment if it wasn’t all a dream- some horrible stress dream the night before her show.
Then she felt Brooke’s warm, wet womanhood grind against her half-hard cock, and Lindsey was shockingly, arousingly aware of how real her situation was.
The heat boiled off of Brooke’s pussy, her slickness leaking out onto Lindsey, the sensation electric, stimulating, intoxicating when her body had been so dull and numb before.
Lindsey didn’t know if it was her sister or just any semi-liquid contact, and she didn’t care- she needed more, but she didn’t dare say it, fearful of what her sister would do- of how she would smile as she got her way.
“Oh, that felt good,” Brooke was smiling that smile already as she put her hands on Lindsey’s shoulders, rising up, grinding against Lindsey’s cock as she rose, moaning and making Lindsey squeak out the half-moan that was almost the only sound she could still make.
“You feel good, Big Sis,” Brooke said, her womanhood almost engulfing Lindsey’s prosthetic tip. “Now let me make you feel good.”
She sank down onto Lindsey’s cock, her pregnant belly pressing into Lindsey’s boneless, deflated chest, and for a moment Lindsey’s world went white-hot and she could barely focus on what was in front of her eyes.
Brooke had taken her to the base- Lindsey could feel that her cock wasn’t quite stiff inside her little sister- it had been crammed into Brooke’s pussy, filing her, stretching her just a little, and giving her so many edges and folds to grind against. Brooke’s arms were wrapped around her, breasts pressed into Lindsey’s flat ones as Brooke ground against her, moaning softly.
“Ah… mhmm… nghh…” Lindsey couldn’t hold her voice back, moaning as well, wishing she could move her hips against Brooke’s- it felt so good!
It was so much better than Brooke’s hand- it was an explosion of sensation that almost made Lindsey feel like she had some life in her legs again.
This time, the orgasm came hard and fast- Lindsey’s heart- she had no heart, not anymore- her heart fluttered as she felt herself cum deep inside her little sister. Brooke moaned, not reaching her climax but feeling Lindsey’s orgasm inside her.
Lindsey could barely string two thoughts together- the feeling was just as intense as it was last time, the pump inside her pulsing and pulsing as she came, little squeaking gasps rolling from between her lips as she felt Brooke’s pussy clench around her.
“That’s it, baby, “ Brooke mewled, “become my dolly! My sister-dolly!”
Then she gasped, as the change crawled up Lindsey’s chest, rubberizing it, seams popping out, flesh knitting into rubber as Lindsey’s lower body began to inflate properly, finally resisting Brooke’s weight, putting Brooke firmly into Lindsey’s lap.
“Holy shit,” she gasped, arms still wrapped around Lindsey, her hips shifting as she assessed her big sister’s new semi-firmness.
“Holy… shit… Brooke…” Lindsey was finding words hard to produce now- and while that still made her anxious, her emotions felt distant- like they were deflating…
Lindsey didn’t know how to stop it, or if she even could.
She didn’t want to consider the possibility that she couldn’t- she didn’t want to imagine it, didn’t want to think about life as nothing more than Brooke’s blow-up doll- her little sister’s toy, her dirty little secret, her- Lindsey tried to clear her thoughts, but she couldn’t even shake her head to distract herself.
“Mhm…” Brooke cooed as she started moving again, satisfied that Lindsey had no more cum to give- at least not yet. “You fill me up pretty well- but there’s no chance of pregnancy with you…”
The thought made Lindsey’s heart sink- was that why Brooke picked her? She could’ve done this to anyone! Why Lindsey? Lindsey had a whole life ahead of her.
The thought made her feel guilty- who didn’t have a life? Who would this have been okay to do to?
The answer is no one, but Lindsey was the one having this done to her!
“Brooke…” she squeaked out, feeling her chest deflate with the motion, “Brooke…”
“Hush now,” Brooke said, her little sister starting to rise back up, making Lindsey gasp as she felt her rubbery cock grind against Brooke’s insides all over again, “just relax, Linds, let me do this.”
Lindsey didn’t have much of a choice as she gasped. The feeling of her cock crammed into Brooke’s pussy was electrifying- the sensation of her pseudo-cum smeared across her little sister’s womanhood was like the cherry on top- as insensate as Lindsey was, even the miniscule decrease in friction was noticeable, and she could feel the pleasure already beginning to crest over her again.
For a moment, lucidity triumphed- was this her fate? Of course it was- Brooke had said as much, that she was going to make Lindsey into her sex toy forever.
For some reason, as the pleasure stimulated phantom nerves in Lindsey’s core, she had fixated on being the toy part and not the sex part. The thought made her tremble- if she was already this numb, then what would happen when her body was finished transforming?
Nothing but dullness and fog until Brooke sank her pussy down onto Lindsey’s cock? Until she played with Lindsey’s rubbery, floppy dick or decided to amuse herself with Lindsey’s pussy? Her ass? Other parts of her rubberized, deformed body?
The thought was terrifying, but also stimulating- Lindsey moaned as she felt Brooke’s swollen, pregnant belly press into her stomach, caving it in and forcing more air out of Lindsey’s mouth.
“Such a giving lover,” Brooke teased as she rode Lindsey’s cock, her breath beginning to come faster, “so accommodating of my pregnancy.”
She leaned in, her lips brushing against Lindsey’s. Then she kissed her big sister, moaning softly as she stroked Lindsey’s hair.
The sudden intimacy was too much- Lindsey groaned into the kiss as she felt another orgasm coming, the reservoir emptying itself in a single, powerful, shocking motion, making her dizzy with pleasure as she pumped her seed into Brooke’s pussy again.
It wasn’t real cum- Brooke had made sure Lindsey was aware of that- but even as she felt her skin tingle, as she felt the numbness in her hands spread as they fully rubberized, the glossiness of her flesh giving way to the matte and seams of rubber, Lindsey couldn’t deny the erotic primal feeling of ‘impregnating’ her already very pregnant sister.
“That’s it, sweetie,” Brooke said softly, her voice thick with need, “just one more, and you’ll be all mine. My toy forever, my perfect lover… My beautiful big sister.”
Lindsey couldn’t even speak anymore- she felt her chest re-inflate with air as it fully rubberized, her breasts swelling in an unfamiliar way as Brooke started bouncing again.
Brooke had been waiting a long time for her finish, and as she rode Lindsey, Lindsey could feel something happening- her cock was swelling, inflating just a little more, filling Brooke up even better as her little sister moaned and whined.
“Fuck,” Brooke cooed out the words as she buried her face in Lindsey’s floppy shoulder, “fuck, you’re perfect, Lindsey. Just the right size for me.”
She started moving faster and faster, the feeling radiating through Lindsey’s body as she felt Brooke’s pussy begin to flutter around her.
Perversely, Lindsey was excited by the thought of Brooke cumming- of her little sister cumming around her dick. It was an absurd thing to be excited about- Brooke was doing all the work, but she was using Lindsey’s dick to do it!
Lindsey knew, on some level, that the transformation was affecting her mind- her brain was gone, but her essence still remained, somehow, and the only sensation she had left was Brooke’s pussy wrapped around her cock.
It was a strange feeling- a strange way of being, to only have one primary source of sensation. Lindsey didn’t have blood to rush in her ears anymore, but the familiar dizzying feeling still coursed through her as she felt Brooke’s clenches become more rhythmic, coming faster and faster.
“Brooke…” she hoarsely squeezed out, “I’m gonna cum too. I’m gonna… I wanna….”
“Be your dolly…” She barely got the words out before her orgasm hit, her final words pushing Brooke over the edge as well, both of them cumming together.
Brooke clamped down on Lindsey’s cock- the feeling was amazing, beyond compare- feeling Brooke clamping down at the same time as Lindsey’s cock pulsed, draining her internal reservoir to empty, melted her mind.
Brooke was shaking and moaning on top of her, holding her tight, only pulling back when she felt Lindsey’s skin begin to change once more.
“Oh wow…” she said, her voice shaky as she watched the rubber climb up Lindsey’s face. It crawled across her head, changing her hair and morphing her scalp.
Then it crawled across her eyes and slid up her chin- Lindsey could still see with her fake eyes ,but her vision was altered, things less in focus.
“Brooke…” she whined out, “I’m yours… Brooke’s dolly…”
She could still feel the pleasure in her groin, though it was dimming now that her reservoir of fake cum was empty.
It didn’t matter, though- Lindsey knew Brooke would refill her. How could she not take care of her dolly?
Brooke leaned in for a kiss, her lips brushing against Lindsey’s own. She didn’t pull back until she felt Lindsey’s lips deform and stretch, the plastic ring inflating them and pulling them into a tight ‘o.’
“Alright then,” Brooke said after a long moment of admiring her big sister. “Let’s get out of here, Linds.”
She slowly pulled herself off of Lindsey’s deflating rubber dick, redressing herself slowly, mindful of her big belly.
When she had her panties back on, she reached for Lindsey’s side, pulling out a stopper and beginning the deflation process.
For Lindsey, it was like going to sleep. The last thing she saw before darkness claimed her, for the moment, was her sister’s big, swollen belly, gleaming like a moon in the dressing room light.
Brooke finished dressing herself, then rolled Lindsey up and reverently laid her big sister in her purse.
Then she left, no one the wiser.