The Object of His Affection 3

by H Dean

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Storycodes: M/f; latex; catsuit; bodymod; doll; boxed; display; oral; anal; sex; cons/reluct; X

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Part 3: A New Set of Clothes

Her life, over the next two years became a mix of emotions.  James, understanding her nature more fully than ever, put her suggestibility to work. Nightly, he saw to it that she would suffer a barrage of conflicting emotions and stimulation. Terrible downs would be followed by extreme highs. Pain, pleasure and humiliation would be intermixed, confusing her senses while instilling in her a need to suffer for his pleasure. As a consequence to his tortures she was a constant mass of questions and confusion, at peace only when she forgot the woman she had been and gave in to being the pleasure toy he told her she was.

As the eve of their fourth anniversary loomed, Debbie had become more lost in her role as James' plaything. It was not difficult for her to do so.  Her nature and his constant barrage of terrible pleasures, conflicting emotions and need to please made it a near necessity to do so. It was at this time that he suggested it was time for her to reconsider having her waist minimized to a size more befitting his tastes. To his pleasure, there was little sign of the strong willed woman she had once been.  There was only a brief smile and an “okay”. She had, he saw, crossed a line and become much closer to what he always knew she could be.

A few weeks after they celebrated their anniversary, James took her, once again, to see his friend Jerry. As before, the "Facility" made her wary. This time there was even more trepidation when she arrived. But, as he wished, she went through with her surgery. Several hours later James drove back home with an unconscious and forever changed passenger. Her modification, Jerry explained, would be more painful and would remain sensitive for a longer period than had her previous modification. As a consequence, she was kept rather numb for several weeks following thanks to the potent painkillers Jerry had assigned to her care.

When she was able to resume her life she did so, taking this change in better stride than she had the first. It was not, after all, quite as obvious or intrusive. Besides, she admitted to herself, she had always wanted a smaller waistline. Most important to her was James enthusiasm over her nineteen-inch waistline. His smiling face had made it all worthwhile for her.

It was shortly after her recovery that James surprised her with a brand new piece of clothing: A cat suit. He explained that, when he was young, he had always been enamored with women in tight cat suits.  "I always wanted to fuck Batgirl and Catwoman". Now, I can. Only you look far better than they ever could have."

She blushed, pleased at his comment.

Accompanying her sexy new outfit was a butt plug with a tail. Along with her discovery of the plug came a brief comment that she was not overly happy with this new toy. Nonetheless, other than that one comment, there was no attempt to sway him from his want. His pleasure was, after all, of paramount importance to her.

The suit fit exactly as he had hoped. It was surprisingly easy to get into, having considerable elasticity. As she slipped into it she noticed it had openings for her ass and sex. "I won't ever need to remove it", she thought wryly. Finally, clad in the dark blue cat suit she contemplated the plug she would soon be wearing. Then, after moistening the oppressive item, she slipped it into her bottom.

It was a difficult walk down the stairs and into the living room. She was embarrassed by the plug and suffered from a powerful need to climax with virtually every step. She realized, as she walked, that her arousal was due, in part, to the physical aspects of the plug but even more because of the humiliating effect it had on her. In short, by the time she had descended the stairs and made her way to the living room, she was entirely aroused and needing for gratification.

Upon her entry into the living room James' eyes widened. For him, she was a vision of beauty, exuding a sexiness that he had never been privy to. For many minutes he made her prance back and forth. Then, he commanded she fall to her hands and knees, ass up high, while pacing the floor.

This took a terrible toll on her. Each movement she made was an exercise in self-control and she found it terribly difficult not to climax. Sensing this, James forced her to pose and dance and prance about until she could barely stand the intense arousal that filled her body. Finally, he relented and allowed her to take to her knees and rest. Then he left his position on the couch to kneel behind her. The sound of his pants unzipping told her she would, finally, receive the release she so needed.

“Cum for me,” he commanded with his first hard thrust.

Again and again she came, his command making it impossible to stop. She screamed and screamed again, lost in her terrible and much needed orgasm. Soon, she was entirely lost, forgetting who she was and knowing only her need, his commands and her painfully wonderful orgasms.

He growled out to her as he neared climax “Where do you want me to cum, slut?”

“On my face,” she cried out, hardly understanding his question.

It was over. They lay sprawled on the floor, exhausted and hot. Sticky semen ran it's slow course down her face, drying as it spread. He had taken her twice, each time remarking how sexy she looked and how much he had enjoyed fucking her with her ass filled.

"I want you to wear that plug all the time, baby", she heard him say.

"Okay, baby", she breathed out.

The early light of morning found them still sprawled on the floor and having barely moved. James woke to find that Debbie had removed her plug and was most disappointed. Once apprised of his disappointment, she explained that, sometime during the night, it woke her and was causing her a terrible and unpleasant pain. He accepted this with the caveat that he expected her to wear it as much as possible. When she got more accustomed to it she would be expected to wear it at all times.

“Okay, I will”, she answered.

By the week's end Debbie was wearing her plug, much as he had hoped, more than not. She still awoke with occasional pain but it was not so terrible as it had been that first night. By the end of another two week she was able to leave it installed in her plentiful bottom for indefinitely long periods. James’ pleasure was well noted and he hoped there would come a time when it would never need to be removed.

Finally, after wearing the plug for nearly a month, she began to wonder at her situation. The plug no longer posed any difficulty when she installed it and it never caused her any pain. It was then that she had a terrible thought that there might come a time when she might need the plug to keep her bowels from emptying.

It was Saturday.  She was putting breakfast on the table when he entered the room and took his place at the table. Following him to the table and taking a seat, she decided she would voice her concerns regarding her butt plug.

"James", she began "you know how I have been wearing the plug all the time?"

"Of course. And I am quite happy about it, "he said, glancing up from his morning paper.

"Well, I'm worried."

Setting his newspaper aside, James sipped at his coffee, regarding her for a moment. "What's to worry about?"

"It goes in too easy", she said. "What if... what if I need it after while?"

James grinned. "Well, I want you to need it. But then, I want you to need everything I do to you."

"No", she stuttered. "That's not what I mean. I mean... what if my ass... what if it stretches me and I have to keep it in? You know, what if I lose control down there?"

James chuckled a bit. Then, seeing the honest concern she was expressing he became more serious. "I doubt that would happen. But, if it did it wouldn't be so bad. I like being able to slide into your ass so easily. Frankly, I have been thinking of getting you a larger plug."

She was aghast.

"A larger plug?" She whispered.

"Yes", he said. "And if you ended up needing it I think it would be rather amusing. Really, the thought is quite a turn on. It might be a fun experiment to find out, in fact."

For a long moment she stared at him, not knowing what to say. Then, still unnerved, she returned to her meal, finishing with nary a word.

A few weeks following their conversation James decided to go through with his experiment. Something about her needing a plug excited him and he was determined to find out if she could be brought to such a point. With that in mind, he made a trip to a local adult toy store and purchased three plugs; each larger than the next and all larger than the one she currently wore. When Debbie was apprised of his purchase she was in shock.

"You're serious? You want me to... you want... do I have to?" was all she could manage.

He smiled, affirming his wish and giving her the smallest of the three plugs. "It's not so big, this one, maybe the size of my wrist. It may be a bit of a struggle but you'll manage, I am sure."

Reluctantly, but without protest, she took the proffered plug and headed to the bedroom. Sitting on the bed she pulled open her bedside drawer and pulled some lubricant from within. She was slow in her movements; disliking the swap and wishing it were otherwise. After a short time, she had removed one plug and began inserting the larger plug. She had only a little difficulty inserting this plug. It was not much larger than the other. However, where her old plug contoured to a rather small neck, this one remained substantially thicker. When she was finished, she returned to James who sat reclining on their couch.

"Turn around, bend over and show me", he demanded. Always obedient, she obeyed.

"That's a good girl. Now, go get into that cat suit", he told her.

It took her a bit to get used to the new plug. It was several weeks, in fact, before she was able to wear it on a full time basis. Then, after she had worn it for a month straight, he told her that it was time to "trade up and get to the next level".

Unlike before, this plug was quite difficult to wear. It was not much larger at its thickest point. However, it retained much more thickness at its base. Once the plug was fully seated, she felt strangely aroused and began to wonder if her want for humiliation knew no bounds. As before, this plug took a while to get used to. During her first day of wearing it she had to remove it several times for the pain it caused. Each time it was removed, James insisted on replacing it with the smaller of her new plugs.

“We don’t want you to have an accident, do we?” he would chastise her, certain that his words fed into her need for humiliation.

It took a full two months for her to finally be able to wear the plug for twenty-four hours without removal. After only one week of full time wear she was assigned to begin training with the largest of her plugs. It was an odd moment for her. This swapping of plugs would be a tremendous trial for her. Not only was it nearly as large as his wrist doubled but it would surely remove all hope of ever having any bowel control. Her arousal at this thought thoroughly shamed her and she wondered, as she often did, what was wrong with her.

James was watching the television when she came down stairs and into the room. Her walk was different and it was evident that she was in pain. Smiling at Debbie, he told her to turn around.

"It hurts?"

"Yes", she sobbed.

"Just leave it in for twenty minutes", he said. "Then take it out for an hour and put the other plug in. You'll get used to it."

She nodded.

The largest of the plugs was not an easy thing. It was months before she could wear it for the time he wished. Eventually, however, there was no need to remove it with exception of necessities and those occasions when he would take her anally. During her time of adjustment, James had made several more purchases. It seemed that she had an endless supply of cat suits and he insisted on her wearing them nearly full time.

"How do you get these?" She wondered allowed one day. "I mean, it's not every one who has a girl with huge tits and a super small waist. I mean, these fit me like they were made for me."

James smiled. "They were. When you had your waist adjusted I had Jerry take your measurements. They make these things for people like us. They even have stuff that you can wear for months without removal. His operation is really very cool."

The mention of Jerry brought a dark cloud to the conversation. The man was excellent at what he did but there was something sinister about the man. She couldn't quite put her finger on it; he had always been very pleasant, even likable. Still, she felt a terrible foreboding when his name was mentioned, despite James' friendship with him.

Her New Skin

"I like what we've done", he told her. "I like it a lot."

“What do you mean?” she asked.

"Your tits, your waist and your ass", he explained. "You know, when we take out the plug it stays open. Doesn't close. Not even when you try to close it. Well, it does a little. But not much."

A chill ran through her. He had accomplished what she had feared he would. Suddenly, she was horrified. Not because she no longer had control of a most private bodily function but because the issuance of his words made her considerably wet.

"How could I get excited over this? How could it make me so horny? What kind of a person am I?" she thought.

James smiled at her wide-eyed horror, unknowing of the thoughts in her head but suspecting of the inner turmoil.

"I told you a long time ago. I told you, you were made to be a toy”, he told her.

"He's right. How could he not be right with how I react?" she thought. "I like being a toy and not having control... him having it all."

"I'm thinking of having a suit made for you: a suit you can wear for months at a time", he told her. She was still reeling from her humiliated excitement and barely heard his words. "I think it would be fun to have you in plastic for long periods of time."

The rest of the day was a blur to her. Her thoughts were fleeting and unfocussed. Even her responses to his amorous attention were reacted to with unknowing and automatic responses. Then, as night closed upon them and her eyes grew heavy, she made a conscious decision to let go of the woman she had been. The last flame of resistance went out in her that night.

"I am what I am", she thought. "He always told me so."

A month passed and then another month. Increasingly, as the days wore on, she became more and more accepting of her nature. Gradually, she began to forget her former self and began to latch on to the memory of his words: that she was meant to be a toy. Often, she would repeat, as if a mantra, a comment he had made many years ago that "A woman’s body is the life support system for her holes." He had said it in jest. It was no longer just a jest for her. Instead, it was what she began believe. She found herself happiest when she did.

Another year passed, followed, inevitably, by another. Each passing day brought her closer to forgetting her old self. Her very existence became a need to serve and please James. For her efforts, she was rewarded with humiliation piled on top of more humiliation. It had become her sustenance and she found herself unable to think of little more than her near constant state of arousal and need for humiliation.

It was a bright summer day when they took another trip to the far away facility. James had told her how proud he was of her in fulfilling his want for her to be his sex toy. This filled her with a strange pride which, she mused, many would find odd. It was this day that he revealed to her that he wished her to undergo another modification. It would not, he informed her, be nearly as intrusive as her previous modifications but, instead, would allow her to maintain a more youthful appearance for far longer than she would otherwise.  More importantly, she would manage to more completely fulfill his want for her to appear more like the doll he wanted her to be.

A return to the “Facility” was not something she would have wished for, had she been her old self. Further modification would not have been on her agenda, either. However, her state of mind was more akin to an animal, knowing little more than pleasure, pain and a constant need for sexual gratification. She was still capable of simple thought. However, beyond minor queries and an occasional random thought, any complex idea was barely within her grasp.

The trip was a brief one. Unlike previous modifications, this entailed relatively simple work. A quick local anesthetic and four small punctures followed by an hour of laser surgery and it was over. So inconspicuous was the surgery that she had no idea what had been done until she was told.

“How long will it last?” she inquired, as James brought the car to life.

“It’s permanent”, he told her. “Pretty soon, most of the lines on your face will actually fade away.”

She sat pondering her appearance in the passenger side mirror. No matter how she tried, she could not raise her eyebrows or furrow her brow. Another of her findings was that she was unable to frown and that she had to concentrate, rather intensely, to form certain shapes with her mouth. Finally, after nearly an hour of trying, she gave up, never giving it any more thought.

Shortly after their arrival at their home, James brought forth a box. Pulling the contents from within, James explained that Jerry had provided him with two plastic “cat suits”. Unlike her old cat suits, these were designed with a top and bottom, foregoing the zipper in the back. They were also flesh toned, matching the color of her skin.

“Before you put this on”, he explained, “We will have to coat your body with an ointment that Jerry gave me.”

She looked at him quizzically. “What’s it for?”

“Well”, he began, “unlike the other cat suits this will remain on for quite a long time… as long as a month. It’s designed to allow your skin to “breathe” while providing the appearance of a synthetic skin. The ointment is… well; it’ll allow the suit to stay on for a longer time. It’s a chemical process that bonds the suit to your skin temporarily. It lasts as long as a month and sometimes longer.”

For many moments she said nothing, pondering James’ plans for her as she stared at the flesh toned apparel. Finally, she shrugged, smiled and bobbed her head “okay”.

“When do you want me to put it on?” she asked.

“As soon as you shower and shave”, he informed her. “Now go”.

The water finally warmed to satisfaction, she stepped into the shower. Something about what he had told her bothered her, but she couldn’t quite place it. By the time she had completed her tasks and dried her body and hair her worry was forgotten, replaced by the happiness and arousal she always felt when she gave over to pleasing James.

The process of fitting her into the suit was slow. Wearing the gloves that had been provided with the cat suits, James began rubbing the ointment into her skin, starting with her feet, calves and thighs. Once the suit had been pulled up to her crotch, James applied more ointment to her more private areas and then pulled the suit up, carefully fitting it against her skin. Once James had smoothed out the wrinkles, he turned to applying more ointment to her upper body. As he did so, she noticed that her lower extremities were becoming quite warm. The suit, too, seemed to be tightening against her skin. A brief moment of wonder passed and she gave in to the sensation, enjoying the strange feelings of arousal that accompanied it.

Finally, her upper body covered in the ointment, he commanded she lift her arms and to hold them in place until commanded otherwise. Dutifully, she obeyed. A moment later found him sliding the top portion of the new garment over her head. Once in place, and as he had before, he smoothed out all of the wrinkles he could find, carefully ensuring that her large bust fitted into the suit properly.

How long she stood for she could not have said. She only knew that the suit, for whatever reasoning, had grown warm, nearly to the point of burning, and that it was becoming quite tight. After James had judged a sufficient amount of time had passed, he applied a small amount of the ointment to the suits overlapping lower and upper halves and smoothed them against one another. Some minutes later, she was finally allowed to move again.

It was a strange night for her. The sensations she had felt at the application of the suit had excited and frightened her. Why it was frightening she could not say. She only knew that her fright had added to her arousal and, by the time she was no longer required to be stationary, she was more than desperate for James’ affections. Unfortunately, the suit had to “cure” for several hours before she could be used as she wanted him to use her. Consequently, she spent the night in frustrated slumber.

As morning came into existence, Debbie woke. She felt about her body, hoping to find what James felt so attractive about her new skin. It was smooth and nearly wrinkle free. She found that, while she could feel the pressure of her hand on her body, she was unable to find any real sensation. She attempted to pinch herself but was unable, the suit being far too taut.

Eventually, nature called. Upon getting out of bed she discovered her image in their closet door mirror. She was devoid of any true features. Her face was empty of expression and her body no longer showed any signs of humanity, her naval, nipples and sex being entirely hidden from view. Even the narrow slit between her legs was virtually invisible. Giving her appearance barely more than a thought, she traversed the distance to the bathroom to complete her business.

The day passed quickly. Much to her pleasure, James took the opportunity to use her for his sexual pleasures frequently. To her surprise, however, James was not long lasting as he usually was. Clearly, her new apparel had increased his excitement levels substantially. It was of little matter to her. With her ability to orgasm at his command, she could orgasm whenever he chose, which was often.

As the days wore on, she discovered that she liked the new James. Her libido had been fairly high before becoming his “girl”. Since her acceptance of her place as a sexual plaything, it had increased to levels she had not thought possible. In short, she thought of little other than sex. Consequently, his increased sex drive was a relief to her ever-needful libido.

It was nearly a month later when she noticed that, much to her disappointment, her new “skin” was deteriorating. It would, James told her, have to be removed.

Forgetting Debbie

For the next month, she was as she had been before. Her skin, much to their mutual disappointment, was blotchy and sensitive. Consequently, she found life most difficult, her movements causing her a constant but mild burning sensation.

She had inquired as to wearing the other suit James had made for her. Unfortunately, she was informed, they would have to wait until her skin returned to normal. This had brought her nearly to tears. Not only was she less the toy than she had been, but she was unable to satisfy her lustful needs or those of James. Even had she been able, she knew that she would not be half of what James wanted her to be.

When the day finally came when she would be able to resume her role as a plastic toy, she was most joyful. However, as time wore on, she began to sadden, her days as a perfect toy being so limited.

Finally, after many months of enduring tremendous happiness coupled with equally disappointed lows, James approached her with a new notion. There was a process, he explained, where she could become exactly the toy he wanted her to be. The one caveat being that it was irreversible.

James had thought that his revelation might jar the old Debbie back into her former being. He was wrong. So deep was her need to be whatever he wanted that she gave it no thought. Instead, she was quick to agree, despite the obvious drawbacks.

A quick call to Jerry and the plan was set. It would happen in January. As soon as, Jerry told them, her skin had fully recovered and she was fit for travel.

Winter was upon them. Snow covered the ground around their home. Debbie was staring out the window, watching the vast distance of snow, broken only by the occasional vehicle traveling down the far away road.

"Are you happy?" whispered a distant voice.

"Yes", she replied. "I am happy."

"Do you enjoy being my toy?"

"Yes, I enjoy being your toy."

Her responses were almost automatic these days, knowing what answers would please him most. His pleasure was what she lived for now. She still had flashes of her old self. Often, they would laugh and debate and play games. Often, he would make gentle love to her, whispering word of soft tenderness in her ear. She truly enjoyed those moments.

There was, however, a disappointment and sadness that interrupted these moments. During these times of play and gentle love making she would be reminded of the woman she had once been. She did not like that woman and wished she could forget her entirely. She was his toy and she detested being reminded of who she had once been. She longed, now, to be his toy in body and mind, free of worry or disappointment.

"It's time”, he told her.

She was glad to be taking this trip. Finally, she would no longer be a disappointment to James, becoming exactly what James wanted. Only now it would be for forever and not for brief splashes of time. Finally, she would be the perfect toy and James would be happy for now and always.

Sitting in the passenger seat of his car, she watched the world pass by, line-by-line, field-by-field, moment-by-moment. Then, as if out of a seeming dream, he roused her. They had arrived at their destination.

Jerry greeted them with warm handshakes when they entered his office. Gone was her wariness of the place, replaced with a sense of euphoria. It was here, she knew, she would die and be reborn as a perfect toy. How this transformation would be accomplished she had little clue, even doubting that it could be done so completely as she had been told. Then she wondered what it would be like. Her thoughts left her when she saw James’ smiling face as she was led away for her transformation.

She was aware, despite heavy sedation, of the changes being made. Her hair disappearing from her body was her first and most powerful memory. Lasers had been used to remove her body hair. Afterwards, her long auburn tresses were shorn from her head, lasers seeing to its permanence. Her awareness became less vivid from that point. A snippet here and there was all she had. Most of it was minor pain or fear of what she was told or what was being done to her. They were not cruel. Most of her time was spent in a dreamy and euphoric state. Finally the snippets of life ended and she slept. Her next vision brought her to her to the comforts of her home.

She was standing in their bedroom, facing out the window when her eyes fluttered open. She tried to move and then to speak but was unable. Without conscious thought she wondered what was wrong with her. Then she remembered. She was no longer herself anymore. They had gone to see Jerry. Now she was a toy. But what that meant, exactly, she could no longer remember.

Time passed, though she knew not how long. She saw James pass into her field of vision and felt a wash of happiness course through her. James was staring into her open eyes, smiling.

"Am I the perfect toy? Have I made you happy?" she tried to ask, finding speech beyond her capabilities.

James approached and spoke. His words were distant. She could hear him but only vaguely. His lips read "thank you" and "happy" and "love". She picked out "beautiful". It made her happy.

He moved from beyond her sight and she was suddenly moving. A mirror came into view and she found her reflection staring back at her. Only it was not her reflection. It resembled her but it was not. The drugs in her system had not given up their powerful effects and she found it difficult to focus, suddenly. The moment of disorientation cleared and she was able, once again, to take stock of the figure in front of her.

“It looks like me but it isn’t”, she thought.

Then she noted the perfectly round “O” and the enlarged lips that formed it. They were red and full.  The face surrounding the lips looked strangely like her face while suffering from a distinct manikin-like appearance; shiny and wrinkle free. Then she noted that her entire body appeared to be similarly unreal.

“Ah”, she thought. “This is me, the toy. I almost forgot.”

There was no remorse or sadness. There was no fear or anger at what she had become. There was simply realization and acceptance and she began to remember how she had not believed it possible. More and more she began to remember Jerry and the things he had told her. Debbie glanced down, remembering Jerry’s words as he told her that her feet had been slimmed down and contoured to a more pleasing size.

“Yes… they are smaller”, she noted. “Forever pointed, he told me.”

It began coming back to her. She had regained consciousness at one point during her healing process. Exhausted, sore and unable to move, she found Jerry over her.

“I can’t move”, she remembered saying.

“Yes, I know”, he said.

Her broken memory struggled to remember more, but she had been drugged and unable to retain more than snippets of his conversation. “What had he told me about neural implants?” She was struggling, trying to remember his words. What was it he said about the neural implants?

Another memory flashed and she remembered the pain she felt after they had applied her new “skin”. It was similar, she recalled, to the sensation her cat suit had caused, only far more severe. “It’s becoming a part of your epidermis”, he she remembered jerry telling her, “bonding with your skin.”

A sudden flow of warm water flowed into her, jerking her from her thoughts. James tried to explain that it was her daily enema but she was unable to make out his words.

Another glance in the mirror brought her focus to the post that she was situated on. For a long moment she questioned its purpose, finally remembering that it was part of her “doll stand”. Jerry had explained it’s dual functions as enema valve and mounting post, before she had been completely transformed. The water inside of her intestines was let out and she wondered at the sensation. It felt good - relieving.

“Tired, she thought. “Why am I so tired?”

Her eyes closed and sleep overcame her. Suddenly, she found herself in the facility in a darkened corridor. She was running, hoping to outrun the mechanical bugs that pursued her. Suddenly, the bugs were in front of her, leaping at her from all sides. She reached out and hit one but it was undamaged and gained grip on her hand. Its pinchers severed her flesh, crawling into the wound it had created. Pain lanced through her hand and she felt her muscles pull from all sides, nearly paralyzing her hand.

More of the mechanical bugs began leaping at  her. They attacked her legs and back and belly. They crawled up her arms and into places she could not see. Then a terrible pain struck as her entire body became rigid and she fell to the ground. James appeared. He was a giant, many times her size. She tried to run from him but found herself unable, her limbs stiff and unmovable. James picked her up and began painting her with varnish. The varnish burned and she thought she might die.

“Don’t worry,” said the giant James, “it’s only taking off a few layers of skin. The burning will stop after a few hours. Then you’ll be perfect.”

Again she was back at the “Facility”. She lay on her back on a heavy table, unable to move or to scream. Suddenly, her breasts began inflating until the protruded from her body like two torpedoes. Likewise, her lips reformed into a perfect “O”, swelling as they did so.

Again, her vision changed and she found herself in Jerry’s office. James and Jerry were talking in low tones. They turned to her, smiling.

“Congratulations,” Jerry boomed. “You’re going to be turned into a living doll!”

She ran to James, holding on to him for dear life. From everywhere came hands, grabbing her and tearing her from James’ arms. She was dragged, kicking and screaming, to be placed on a table. Jerry was over her, smiling and holding a scalpel.

She awoke with a panic. A moment’s recovery cleared her head and she realized she had been dreaming. Another moment passed and the reality of her current state returned to her.

Looking in the mirror again, she wondered at the magnificence of what had been done. Though she had had little doubt in the outcome of the procedures, she had little understanding of how incredibly unreal she would look. There were no seems in her “skin”, nor were there any blemishes. Her fingers were long and slender and adorned with perfectly shaped fingernails. Likewise, her feet were perfect and seemingly of molded plastic. Most striking, she noted, was the tiny waist she now possessed, offset by the large torpedo shaped cones mounted on her chest.

A moment of disbelief came over her. That the transformation would have been so perfect was almost impossible to have imagined. Then, as if she had been waiting for this moment for all her life, she forgot herself and slipped into her new life as a perfect sex doll. Comfortable in her new place, she slept.

A Visit

For the next twelve months life was blissful for the new doll owner. James made certain to use her in every fashion he could conceive. Never was he so pleased. His doll, on the other hand, felt little. His penetration of her orifices gave her little sensation, barely waking her from her near constant state of sleep. On those rare occasions when she was awake and aware, she thought of little, her mind having given into her position. It was on the eve of her anniversary of becoming a doll, however, that this changed.

The knock on the door woke James from his Sunday football game. He was pleasantly surprised to find that it was his old friend Jerry. After offering him a drink and a cigar they sat on James’ couch, speaking of old times and future plans, glancing occasionally at the doll standing at the side of the room.

“I trust she is holding up well?” Jerry asked. “And I do hope you are getting full use out of her.”

“Of course. She is fantastic”, James told him “Though, I was mightily surprised at the complete conversion.”

Jerry smiled at James and leaned back into the chair in which he was seated. “Well, we go back a bit and I figured that you would eventually go all the way with this. So, I made a pre-emptive strike and gave you the works. At no extra charge, I might add.”

“Well, it was not something I figured she would go for, really”, James relied.

“It was a simple suggestion, really”, he responded. “Your training had already seen to it that her only want was to please you. So, I offered it to her and she accepted.”

“So tell me…”, James asked. “what is it that you and your conspirators are up to back at the lab these days?”

“Well… we have been working on managing a remote system for our doll creations. I imagine it gets a bit tedious having to pose and move your doll manually”, he commented, lighting up his cigar. “We are hoping to manage to make that less difficult. Our genetics department also managed to sequence portions of human DNA. The tests are positive so far, if limited.”

 “What does that mean? Tell me in simple terms so I can understand it.”

“We can change the hair of a black rat into whatever color we choose”, he said. “We can also increase follicle growth per square inch and the length to which it grows. We can also modify skin texture to a degree. Another very exciting development is that we can induce a return to puberty.”

“Ah yes, just what everyone wants… pimples again”, James laughed.

 “That’s not the point, my sarcastic comrade” Jerry grinned back. “Think about it… the one thing most of my clients want of their girls is ultra feminization. By treating women to a second or even third puberty, we can do just that… without surgery. We have tried with hormone treatments, but those are hardly successful on a wide scale basis.”

“Why not?”

“James, most hormone treatments are temporary. Yes, there is some success, but an initial increase in bust size is usually temporary. For instance, most women who get pregnant see an increase in bust size. It is rarely permanent, and never to the degree which our clients would like. This not only increases bust size permanently, but it stimulates bone growth. A five-foot tall woman with a C-cup breast can grow several inches in height and her breast size will usually increase to a permanent E-cup, or so. And her hips and ass… well, they become substantially more rounded and full.”

“Ah, so a couple of such treatments can.”

“Exactly!” Jerry exclaimed. “Not only that but it tends to increase the libido rather substantially. The addition of a second or third puberty induces a higher and more constant hormone production.”

James thought about it for a moment before asking, “How many tests have you made?”

“Only three, so far”, he said. “But all were quite successful. I do have another subject, though. She is undergoing our puberty process. I’ve also begun testing our DNA hair and skin modification. She is the first to undergo the treatment.”

 “Interesting. But”, Jerry tilted his head inquisitively “what are you doing, changing her from blonde to brunette or from black to white?”

“Hah!” Jerry spat “Nothing so simple as that. If it’s a success, I will let you know. Don’t you fret… you will know. I would shout it from the rooftops if I didn’t know I would land in the pokey!”

“Another drink?” asked James.

“I’m still nursing this”, he replied, shaking his glass. “So, you really like her?”

Turning his head to the manikin-like girl, Jerry thought for a moment. “Well, there is a bit of hassle, as you mentioned. But all things considered I am quite pleased.”

“I am rather proud of her, I must say”, James smiled, leaving his chair. “I especially liked the narrowing of her feet. It makes her appear tinier than she is. I do wonder… you aren’t disappointed with her breasts are you? They are quite unrealistic in feel and shape.”

“I wanted her to appear like a sex-doll, Jerry.  As I said before, I was surprised by the extent to which you took her, but I am very happy with everything.”

“And the synthetic teeth”, he began “I trust you like their feel?”

James beamed a grin at Jerry, nodding his head affirmatively.

“Do you mind if I inspect her a moment? I want to see how she is holding up.”

“Of course, it will ease my mind to know she is well”, James told him. “Sometimes, I must tell you, I worry about her state of mind.”

“Have no worries, my friend, it was her wish to become a sex-toy for you. Besides, as I recall, she was nearly devoid of thought when you brought her in. I imagine that her mind is… not gone, but not here. I imagine she has reached Nirvana, so to speak.”

James nodded, acknowledging that Jerry was probably right. Then, he quieted, waiting as his friend began to examine his creation.

Turning his back to James, Jerry began a cursory examination of the manikin-like woman. She was entirely unaware of his presence for most of his examination. Upon Jerry’s finger entering her “O” shaped mouth, she woke. Her eyes opened sluggishly, to see the man before her. At the sight of her creator, memories of her tormented and unwanted change came flooding back to her. Just then, the girl who had forgotten herself awoke to the horror of what she had become.

At the Facility

The initial “processing” had not been unexpected. That her body hair would be removed in its entirety she knew. So it was that she cooperated fully with the staff that kept her. However, upon waking to find that her teeth had been replaced with an odd feeling synthetic and her mouth reshaped into a grotesque and puffy sex-doll “O”, she was adamant that such was not James’ intentions. Her protestations, however, were heard with amused grins, her speech being severely hampered by the shape of her mouth and the “O” ring that kept its shape.

“My dear”, Jerry told her, “You are to be made into a doll, remember? This is only the beginning.”

 “What do you mean?” she asked, her nearly unintelligible words filled with apprehension and fear.

“Well, first we are going to remove your ability to move of your own accord”, he began. “We do this with neural implants. These implants block your own ability to control your muscle groups, while inducing a state of constant contraction. This allows you to remain in any position you are posed in. It also prevents your muscles from atrophying. After that we begin the internal processing.”

“Internal processing? What’s that?” she demanded in garbled speak and pulling at the bonds which held her to her bed.

“Sterilization and organ modification. The transformation is quite complete”, he told her.

“You can’t”, she mustered. “It’s not what I… we wanted.”

“I’m afraid it’s already done, my dear”, he told her. “Since your oral cavity has healed we are moving to the next state of your processing; the immobilization process.”

She stared at the doctor for quite a few moments, tears running down her face. Then, despite her protests and feeble attempts at resistance, the moment of processing upon her. Wide eyed and frightened, she screamed as her gurney was wheeled out of the room.

“My dear”, Jerry hollered over her screams, “your screams will do you no good. Besides which, we will be forced to gag you if you persist.”

She was not one to go so easily, and shortly after she was wheeled into the room where she was to be immobilized, she was gagged and prepared for her processing. After several minutes of busy maneuvering in the room, Jerry began his work.

“This is stage one, Debbie. We are going to implant micro-devices into your body. It’s relatively painless… at least the implanting procedure is”, Jerry said, peering at her from over a monitor. “I won’t bore you with the finer details of this operation, but I will let you in on how this works…”

A loud hiss called her attention to towards the ceiling. Above her, she watched as a long cylindrical device, with four armatures on either side, made its way to halt overhead. Thoughts of a giant spider coming to wrap her in its web came to her mind and she renewed her struggles. She watched it as the spider-like mechanism descended, pressing the hollowed tip of one of its shiny metal arms against her shoulder.

“It’s not so bad as it looks”, Jerry told her. “There will be a minor pain and then a sudden cramping as the implants take affect. This will be in stages, of course.  First I will immobilize your shoulders, arms and hands. Following that we will repeat the process with your lower extremities. It gets a bit more complex after that, what with so many muscle groups to immobilize. But don’t fret, you will still be able to breathe and blink… and one or two other things. Oh, and before you start to worrying your pretty little head about side effects; the only one you have to worry about is the sleep you will require. It’s a bit taxing, after all, for ones muscles to be in a constant state of semi-contraction.”

She groaned as she felt the machine’s arm puncture her skin. After several moments of minor pain she felt a mild tingling. A mere moment later she felt the implant take effect. The pain was relatively minor, little more than a mild cramp, as Jerry had promised. However, as the process wore on, and by the time her second arm had been fully implanted, the pain had grown considerably.

“Perfect, your upper extremities are completely immobilized”, Jerry said, proudly. “Now, for stage two.”

As Jerry’s words echoed through the girl’s head, she attempted to prove her captor wrong. She was, despite her exertions, destined to fail. Upon realizing that Jerry did indeed speak truth, she began to weep. Again, the machine hissed as it glided into position, just below her torso. Then, just as before, she felt the cold tip of a spider-like leg pressing against her body.

“James will save me,” she thought. “James will save me… he won’t let me stay like this.” Over and over she repeated this thought. It was her mantra – her prayer. It would go unanswered.

Finally, after many hours, the process was complete. There was little relief, however, as Jerry informed her that the next stage of her processing involved far more invasive techniques.

“We are going to take a break, my dear”, he told her. “After that we will complete your immobilization. You will be asleep for that. When you wake up you will be completely immobile. What’s more, your internal processing will be complete, as well.”

The girl looked up at him with frightened and questioning eyes.

“You want to know what all that entails, eh?” he asked.

Her answer was a short nod of affirmation.

“Well, first you are going to be sterilized… this is not a simple tubal ligation but far more thorough. It wouldn’t do, after all, for a doll to menstruate, would it? We will do this in conjunction with the rerouting of your urinary tract so that it deposits waste into your large intestine. We will also fit your colon with a valve to prevent accidental waste expulsion. There is more, of course, but I think I will leave part of it as a surprise. Suffice to say that, when you wake up, and even before we apply your synthetic skin, you will appear quite doll-like.”

Jerry put a finger to her cheek, wiping away a tear. “Don’t fret, my dear. I’ll be right back.” Then he turned and departed the room.

“This is impossible!” she told herself. That something so insidious could happen was not possible and she steeled herself to find her way from the nightmare that her life had become.

Returning from his brief break, Jerry returned to her side, smiling. “Ready?” he asked, removing her gag.

“Please, no… this is not what we wanted”, she muttered through her distorted lips. The gas mask slipping over her head quieted her and she slipped into blissful unconsciousness.

She woke it was to find herself standing in a room. It was sterile and white; as had been all of the rooms she could remember. At first, she thought that she had been having a nightmare from which she had just awakened. Just then, Jerry stepped into her view and she became fully awake.

“I hope you like what you see, my dear.” Jerry said, sliding a full-length mirror in front of her.

Across from her stood naked a girl of similar height, a post leading from the platform on which she stood disappeared between her legs. Her mouth was set in a near perfect “O”, lips puffy and red. Most striking, she thought, were the huge torpedo shaped breasts that jutted out from her body in a strange and gravity-defying manner.

She struggled to answer, her voice suddenly lost.

“Ah, I see…” he said. “Don’t try to talk. You can’t. Your throat has been… er… your throat has been replaced… well, not replaced but implanted with a synthetic tube. So has your air canal.”

Just then she felt a whoosh of warmth filling her lower intestines. Then, as she began to feel a strange fullness, the warmth left her, draining for whence it came.

“I’m sure you are wondering what that was all about” he began.  “Your colon and portions of your lower intestine have been modified rather severely. Your urinary system has been re-routed, as I mentioned. Essentially, all of your waste is now handled through a valve located just above your synthetic colon.  I hope I am not repeating myself. Am I? My apologies if I am.“

She stared at Jerry for a long moment, eyeing the man for the evil he had perpetrated on her body. In return the man smiled back at her, continuing his speech.

Well, it isn’t completely synthetic… your colon, that is. You see, your colon is, on the inside, still your colon… mostly”, he bragged. “The valve is largely situated around your colon. So, it’s still you, just not all you. Well, your sphincter muscle is not you… that has been replaced with a sort of o-ring; mostly to provide your owner with pleasure.  It also provides a secondary seal for when you are placed on your doll stand. When you are placed on your doll stand, as you are now, the valve is held open and all waste is handled via the enema pump. Unfortunately, the procedure removes most sensation from the region, as well. A fair trade, I suppose.”

She stared vacantly at the man, his words sinking into her. Tears began to run from the corner of her eyes and she stared past the man and at her mirrored reflection. To her horror there was no expression, only tears rolling down her strangely vacant face. In very short order, and for reasons unbeknownst to her, she was overcome by physical exhaustion and was asleep soon after Jerry left her presence.

Her next waking moment was one of terrific pain. She was on her back; her legs raised upward, a strap holding her to the table on which she lay. Her legs, it seemed, were on fire. As with each terrifying moment, Jerry was there, offering explanation of her current state.

“The pain you are feeling is a bonding process, my dear”, he offered. “First, we pull your new skin over portions of your body; in this case, your legs. Then, once the skin is properly in place, we apply the catalyst. The catalyst causes the new skin to bond with your real skin.”

She screamed in silence, hardly hearing his words. Still, he continued his lecture.

“I am particularly proud of this invention”, he said. “Other such skins had to be removed periodically and replaced. This skin, because of it is fibrous makeup, never needs to be removed and any further coatings made necessary due to wear can be completed without removal of the previous skin. It also lasts considerably longer than any other synthetic skins we have manufactured. We actually don’t know just how long it can last. Testing hasn’t gone beyond five years yet.”

She stared at him with her wide eyes, horror and pain filling her being as the man droned on.

“Also, because of its structure, no skin needs to be exposed”, he continued. “Previous versions required that some skin be exposed to prevent asphyxiation. You do know that skin needs to breathe, don’t you?”

Debbie was hardly aware of his words, the pain she was undergoing nearly overcoming her.

“You probably didn’t know it, but you can die if your skin doesn’t breathe”, he continued. “You can actually sweat through this skin. It’s quite remarkable, really. The only unfortunate thing about your new skin is that it is irreversible due to the damaging effects of the bonding process. Yes, I know; who would choose to remove such a perfect skin as this? I would like it to be an option, though.”

Jerry then ran his hands across her legs, feeling of her knew coating. He prodded a squeezed the girls lower extremities, testing for any abnormalities.

“I’ll tell you something else we had to overcome with this new skin of yours… skin re-growth”, he stated flatly. “You see, the skin, as I’m sure you know, constantly replaces itself. As an aside, I am telling you this so you can appreciate the extent of research and development that went into this. Anyhow, our first constructs were completely untenable… our subjects built up dead skin under their synthetic covering. This skin, however, allows the old dead skin to pass through the pores, shedding off in microscopic particles. Of course, there is more to it, but I doubt you would understand it.”

Slowly, the process continued, each arm being covered and then coated with the terrible catalyst, her body being manipulated into various positions to ease the application of her new skin. Her suffering at the application of her synthetic skin finally overcame her and she slipped into unconscious darkness.

She awoke sometime later, finding herself alone in the room. The relief she felt upon awakening to find that she was, for once, alone was soon replaced with a feeling of horror. She was, she saw in her reflected image, a near featureless mockery of a human being. Gone were her nipples and navel. Her crotch revealed nothing but a small and nearly featureless cleft, reminiscent of a manikin. Then, after only a short period of tear filled grieving, she gave in to her growing exhaustion and slipped into blissful sleep.

It seemed like only moments before she was again awakened to find her beautiful locks being shorn from her head. In mere minutes her once beautiful hair had been shaven from her head and collected, to be made, she was told, into a wig.

“We wait until the last possible moment for this procedure to get maximum length. Few of our clients like short hair or bald dolls, for some reason.” Jerry offered to the girl. “After it is made into a proper wig it will be secured to your head via a process similar to what you have already undergone.”

This last indignity was more than she could take. It was as if her last remaining shred of humanity had been removed. With it went all hope of escape from her nightmare. Then, as if had been her own plan, she accepted her plight, her mind receding into a blissful emptiness, reminiscent of her state when she had first come to the “Facility”, only more so.

The pain she felt as her synthetic skin and wig was applied to her head and face was hardly noticeable in her newly reduced state of mind. In fact, it only sent her further into an ever-darkening abyss, far from reality and consciousness. So it was that her final transformation was made without further stress or worry.

Her next real moment of awareness was just before her delivery to her lover. Jerry was prodding her body, making certain his creation met his high standards. As with all of his former creations he had failed to tell her everything that had been done to her. Jerry, his ego being what it was, suffered from regret at failing to tell this one how he had shortened her toes and slimmed her feet, fixing them so they were perpetually “Barbie doll-like”. He had also failed to tell her how her synthetic nails would remain perfect, never chipping, fading or breaking.

“I’ll have to make a list”, he muttered to himself.

Then, his inspection complete, she was boxed for delivery.

Hope and Deliverance

After Jerry’s examination he drained his glass and excused himself from his visit. There were people he had to see and places he had to go. After a quick exchange of goodbyes and a handshake, Jerry departed.

The “Debbie-doll”, as he James come to call her, watched the quick exchange, determined to get his attention. How she could do so, she knew not. Still, she was determined to find a way. For many minutes she watched James as he went about the house, her mind racing to discover a way to make James understand her wants.

Suddenly, she found herself being maneuvered into a kneeling posture in front of the couch. Once she was properly positioned, James sat directly in front of her with his legs at her sides. Leaning back, he unzipped his pants, freed his cock and placed it in her sex-doll mouth. Her attempts to expel him only served to aid in his growing hardness. In minutes he was thrusting into her mouth with furious abandon.

After what seemed like only moments of rough thrusting, he pulled his cock from her mouth to stand over her. She was lifted and positioned to lie on her belly in the middle of the room. She felt his weight as he settled on top of her and thrust his cock into her ass. Then, just as suddenly as she had been placed on the floor, she was lifted and placed on the doll stand, never even knowing if he had climaxed or how long his lustful attack had lasted.

Then, as if by magic, she found James standing in front of her pushing a tube into her mouth. Attached to the tube, and being held above her mouth was a bottle, of sorts. She had seen this before but had not realized what she realized now; he was feeding her. It took only moments, as the liquid flowed down her throat and into her stomach.

She decided then that her best chance of James discovering her want to return to normal was to blink her eyes as rapidly as possible. Maybe then he could be made to understand. But, as that thought came to her she realized that it was dark. Though confused at the sudden and unexpected darkness, she understood that she would have to delay her fight for freedom until the next day.

She awoke to find herself lying on the floor with James’ cock in her mouth. He was close to climaxing, she could tell by his jackhammer thrusts. This was her chance. When he was done with her she would make her wants known. She would blink her eyes furiously and get his attention.

A blink of an eye later and she discovered that she had been propped up on her stand. The warm feeling of fullness told her that she was receiving her daily enema. She looked around to find the room empty. James was nowhere in sight.

“But he was just fucking me!” she screamed inwardly. “He was just fucking me.”

Again, she found herself on the floor. This time she was on hands and knees. She could feel his cock filling her sex, stretching her opening. It was then that she realized that, though she could feel his thrusting and the sensation of fullness it brought, she could not actually feel any true sensation. Her moment of anger at this realization was very quickly replaced with one of wonder as she found herself, once again and very inexplicably, upon her doll stand and staring into a room that was pitch black.

“No!” she thought. “This can’t be happening!”

Then, after her brief moments of conscious thoughts, she drifted to the world of dreams. As was so often the case, Jerry filled her dreams. He was talking to her, telling her of the things he had done to her. He was a proud and arrogant man. She hated him.

Dream Jerry was smiling and telling her something important. What was it? She had to hear his words; they were important. Then, magically, she drifted towards him as the words issued from his smiling maw “Oh, and before you start to worrying your pretty little head about side effects; the only one you have to worry about is the sleep you will require. It’s a bit taxing, after all.”

Her eyes opened abruptly, staring into the darkness of the room. Then she realized why her life had become a series of flashing scenes, changing abruptly from moment to moment. She then realized that she had little hope of ever regaining her freedom or the life she once shared with her beloved James.

“I can’t stay awake long enough”, she thought. “But I must! I must!”

Then she drifted, once again, into her world of tortured dreams, knowing it was hopeless. A single tear ran a meandering path down her synthetic cheek. It was a tear James would never see.


For many years after, James made good use of his doll, never knowing of her unhappiness. Often, he would hearken back to the many conversations and sexual adventures he had shared with Debbie. Then there were times when he would remember fondly her slow emotional shift into a purely sexual being bent on pleasing him in any way possible. He missed those days, occasionally. Nevertheless, had anyone asked if there were any disappointment in what Debbie had become, he would have answered “No”. She was, as he often told her, a dream come true.

Debbie, on the other hand, could not have been more miserable during her waking moments, and she became even more determined to catch his attention. For many years she fought sleep, hoping to gain her lover’s attention. For just as many years, she failed.

Finally, after waking to see a new years celebration on television, her resolve evaporated. As the New Year rang in, she realized that she had been a doll for nearly ten years. That time could have passed so quickly for her was overwhelming to her.

Later that evening, she caught a glance of her reflected image. Despite having seen her reflection before, she was shocked. She was quick to recall images in wax, strangely realistic but having no life. The eyes of such constructs, she recalled appeared dead, while appearing surprisingly real. There was nothing alive about such things, still, one might be tempted to poke such a figure to see if it were alive or not.

The opposite was true of her. She appeared strangely surrealistic; a parody of a woman. There was warmth to her “skin”, despite its synthetic nature. Likewise, her eyes, if looked into, told of the intelligence and life that remained beneath the manmade exterior. Despite this life, few would ever believe she was a real woman even had they been told. So thorough had been her transformation that even she could hardly believe the reflected image was a real woman.

With that simple sighting of herself, she understood her fate. There was no use in denying it was so, nor was there any sense in continuing to pursue her freedom. She saw this now. This was not acceptance so much as a realization of an unpleasant fact. She was no longer real. She was, now and forever more, a plastic sex-doll.



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