Rebecca shook
herself slightly as she woke up after a delightful night's sleep. She was
availing herself a weekend in the country to give herself some time away from
her boyfriend Marty and the problems that had cropped up It seemed
that Marty, who had seemed to be a squeaky clean early 40's man that owned
several large companies in the US and Canada, had a wife and two adult
children. Rebecca had discovered Marty's secret when she was surfing the
internet one day and came across a file picture at a newspaper website that
showed Marty's family at a company Christmas
party.
When
confronted by Rebecca, Marty first tried to deny the accusation but after
Rebecca produced a copy she had printed of the family picture she had seen, he
quickly changed his tune. He reassured the red-haired woman that his
marriage was one in name only and it would be ending for good within the next
six months or so. In the mean time, Marty told his lover to avoid him as
much as possible while in public and, as a way of apologizing, invited to spend
the weekend with him at a company owned cabin. He told Rebecca that it
would be just the two of them and it would be a weekend they would never
forget.
"As nice as this weekend might turn out, if
Marty thinks he's going to smooth things over with a weekend in the country,
he's in for a rude surprise!" Rebecca thought to herself as she
slipped on a robe and made her to the cabin's patio. Marty had driven into
the town located twenty or so miles from the cabin for some supplies and to
check his email leaving Rebecca to do as she pleased. Looking out over the
balcony of the patio, she admired the view of the dense forest surrounding the
cabin in the valley below along with the sight of what looked to be a pristine
lake unspoiled by boats or human
touches.
"Ya know, maybe I will forgive Marty for his deception...... if he can arrange
for me to own a place like this.... heh.........." Rebecca
muttered out loud. She was going to walk down the stairs and take a walk
around the backyard when she heard a knock on the door.
When she answered the knock, she found a dark haired
woman wearing a blue bikini top and white shorts. The mid 30's woman had a
physique that would cause most men to stop and stare in unabashed lust and even
caused Rebecca to momentarily lose her
focus.
"Hi! You must be Rebecca. My name is Janice Coulter and I'm staying
at a cabin just down the road. Marty asked me to stop by and say hello to
you when I got a chance. I must say, you're even more beautiful than what
he described," the woman said enthusiastically.
Rebecca blushed and stammered a thank you before asking her
visitor to step inside for a drink. After pouring the two of them a couple
of ice tea drinks, Rebecca joined her guest in the living room area. The
two chatted about various activities in the area for ten minutes or so
before Janice abruptly stood up and walked over near the patio doors.
Puzzled, Rebecca remained silent as she waited for her guest to say something
but when she heard a loud sigh emanate from Janice, she became a little
concerned.
"Is there something bothering you, Janice? You've gotten real quiet
all of a sudden," Rebecca said with a note of concern evident in her
voice.
"I......I...... it's just...... I guess.... I'm sorry," Janice replied
sadly.
"Sorry? I don't understand. What are you sorry for?" Rebecca said softly, trying to comprehend her
guest's
melancholy.
"I'm
sorry that I have to do this!!!" Janice exclaimed even as she whirled and
pointed her right hand in Rebecca's direction. Almost immediately, a bolt
of blue and silver energy flowed from her hand and struck Rebecca square in the
chest resulting in her instant
immobilization!
"Janice!! Janice, what's going on? Why can't I move? What did
you do to me? Janice, answer me!!!" Rebecca exclaimed as she tried
to coax her body to move even a little bit but it remained rigid and
stiff.
"Now, now, don't get too excited, Rebecca. If you continue screaming and
yelling, I'll remove your ability to talk and this conversation will become
rather one sided in a hurry," Janice replied calmly as she took a seat on
a couch opposite the immobile
woman.
"What the heck are you talking about? Look, I don't know if you think this
is some sort of bizarre joke that you and Marty have thought up but I don't
think this is one bit funny! Let me go!" Rebecca replied in a voice
that was lower in volume but as defiant as
before.
"Sorry but I can't do that, sweetie. You see, I was hired by your
boyfriend a short while ago to take care of you quietly before you openly
disrupted his personal life. As to how I managed to immobilize you, I
suppose I can tell you now that I'm not a normal human being like you and the
others living on this planet. I am, in fact, a witch and practitioner of
black magic for the last four centuries or so. Going by the rankings set
down by the Grand Council of Witches, I have attained 14th level proficiency in
the art of immobilization and general paralysis. As you might guess, that
means that if I want to keep someone from moving, I can," Janice said
smoothly while leaning over and glancing at the cover of one of magazines on the
table in front of
her.
"But.... but I don't understand. How would he contact you? Why would
he need the services of a witch? Please, let me go! I'll pay you
double whatever Marty is giving you!" Rebecca pleaded in a voice that
seemed to be on the verge of breaking into hysteria at any
minute.
"Shhhhhh!! Marty got hold of me through a friend of friend of mine.
I don't dabble often in the affairs of mere mortals but his request had a
certain level of nastiness to it that I found appealing. You see, he wants
you out of the way permanently, but leaving no clues for police or other people
to trace back to him. The only way that can be done with any kind of
certainty is by transformed you into something that is inanimate in nature but
wouldn't be considered out of the ordinary in appearance. In short, you'll
be transformed into an inflatable blow-up doll. Marty will have you from
now on as a latex and rubber fuck toy to enjoy at his leisure. I know it's
something you might not like but, hey, that's just the breaks in life, "
Janice said as she briefly waved her right hand while
talking.
Rebecca watched as a colorfully decorated cardboard box appeared in the witch's
right hand. To her silent dismay, she saw that the cover of the box showed
a picture of herself, posed naked in a sultry pose, with smaller pictures of
herself as a love doll adorning the corners. RAUNCHY REBECCA appeared in big red letters on
the top of the box with other obscene phrases written on the sides and bottom of
the
cover.
"Sorry to say this, honey, but I'm in a bit of rush today as I have a BBQ to get
ready for so we'll have to wrap this up. Do you have any final words
before you join the land of latex, rubber and other artificial
substances?" Janice said as she glanced at her wristwatch in an impatient
manner.
"I..... I guess I only have to say at this point. When you plan to trap
and transform a target, you might want to check into their background a bit
more. SHAZZAKAZAMM!!!!" Rebecca cried out before her body was
surrounded by a sphere of black energy that obscured her form
completely.
Before Janice could react, the energy crackled loudly for several seconds before
fading away. When it did, the witch saw that Rebecca was no longer
standing in the room and there was no indication where she had gone.
Realizing that this was turning out to be far more difficult than she planned
on, Janice started to plan on a more offensive strategy than what she had
anticipated.
"You see, dear Janice, that if a thorough background check had been carried out
by you prior to today, you might have found that Rebecca Masters was more than
just a friend and romantic fling for Marty. You have discovered that your
target was, in reality, herself a witch of some repute and thus one not so
easily trapped by a low level spell, even one as expertly cast as your
was," the voice of Rebecca called out, though Janice was unable to
place where it was coming
from.
Glancing nervously from side to side, Janice walked around the couch and peered
out to the patio to see if anyone was there. Seeing no one, she had just
turned her attention back to the living room when a large, purple haired fist
whizzed by her head and slammed into the wall behind
her.
"One thing that I'm surprised at is you don't have a 'friend' you can summon if
you feel threatened by a rival witch. Janice, say hello to Cuddles,"
Rebecca yelled out as Janice's opponent turned and stared at the behemoth behind
her. The witch saw what looked like a ten foot tall monster covered head
to toe in purple fur with a crazed look of rage evident in its three eyes.
The six fingered hands of the brute seemed to have letters tattooed on the
knuckles with the word ROMPER visible on its left hand and ROOM on the right hand. Perhaps the
scariest aspect of the monster, from Janice's perspective, was the fact that
Cuddle's gaping maw, with three rows of jagged teeth, looked large enough to
swallow her whole and several other items as
well.
"ROOOOAAAARRRRR!!!!!!!!!" Cuddles bellowed
as it took a menacing step towards its target. However, just as the
monstrous brute was about to grab Janice's head with it's right hand, the witch
waved her hands in a flurry while muttering several words in a language that
seemed to be a hybrid of ancient Egyptian and
Greek.
In
the blink of an eye, Cuddles was surrounded by an orange and purple aura and the
brute froze in mid motion. Thankful that she was able to remember an old
time freeze spell at the last moment, Janice carefully sidled around the stilled
monster and continued to look for her quarry Rebecca. Walking into the
kitchen, she saw what looked to be a cute little white-furred rabbit sitting by
the back door next to the coat
rack.
"One
other thing I should also mention is that highly skilled witches usually have
more than one 'friend ' with them, especially if they sense something might go
wrong. Fluffy is my other associate and I think you'll find that he's just
as fierce as Cuddles. In fact, he even was a stunt double in a British
comedy movie back in the 70's. Have fun!" Rebecca called out from
her unknown
location.
"What could a cute little bunny do to me that
is worse than Cuddles back in the living room? It's not like it
could..... YEOOOWWW!!!!" Janice thought briefly before suddenly
throwing herself to the left as the bunny hurled itself in the air towards
her. Hitting the floor hard, Janice looked behind her to see that the
bunny had bit through one of the kitchen table's legs with a single bite and the
table crashed awkwardly to the floor as a
result.
Fortunately for Janice, she had dealt with this type of attack in the past as
well as just a few minutes ago and had a spell prepared for the menacing
bunny. When Fluffy launched itself into the air with an intent to rip
Janice's throat out with its razor sharp front teeth, the witch zapped it in mid
air with the prepared incantation. With a bright blue and red flash of
light, the harmful hare fell to the floor with a quiet PLOP! and remained there. Laughing out
loud, Janice picked up what was now a stuffed animal that one might find inside
a baby's
playpen.
"If
your associates are an indication of how strong you are at spell casting, you
might as well get used to spending the rest of your days inside a cardboard box,
my dear. Who knows, maybe you'll get lucky and Marty will keep you
inflated and fucked regularly," Janice called out to her unseen
opponent. However, for now, Rebecca chose to be silent and remained out of
sight.
"What's the matter, Rebecca? Are you scared to face me without your big,
bad friends to protect you? If you show your face now, I might even alter
the spell so you'll resemble one of those ultra realistic silicone love dolls
instead of a cheap synthetic blow-up dolly you'd buy for under 20 bucks at a
skid row shop," Janice exclaimed loudly as she walked slowly back to the
living room.
Passing the immobilized Cuddles, Janice glanced around the room tentatively but
saw no sign of her quarry. The witch was so focused on her search that she
didn't notice her right foot was sagging into the bearskin rug in front of the
fireplace. By the time she realized something was amiss, both of her feet
had sunk deep into the rug and Janice found herself unable to move at
all!
"What
the hell??!!!" Janice yelled out as she found herself continuing to sink
into the rug. She attempted to cast an incantation to raise herself
upwards several feet off the rug but found that her spell provided nothing save
an odd pink and red glow around her
hands.
"Tsk, tsk, Janice. You spent all those years learning the spells necessary for
14th level and you never thought to learn spells outside of immobilization and
general paralysis. For all your big words and bravado, a simple first
level trap incantation - with a few modifications - was enough to catch and
render you helpless," Rebecca said as she suddenly materialized in the far
corner of the room.
"I'm not
helpless! In a couple of seconds, I'll, uh, figure out a counter spell to
this and, ohhh, ummmm, get, .....ohhhh.....uhhh.....uhhhh?," Janice
replied before her defiance seemed to dissipate as she sunk further into the rug
and an odd look of pleasure appeared on her face.
"Hmmmm? What's that? Are you having trouble
figuring a way out of this trap? It could be that the 'rug' you stumbled
into does more than paralyze your lower body and inhibit your spell casting
abilities. You see, when you told me of your little plan for me, I figured
that something along those lines would be perfect for you. Of course, I've
added my own little touches that I've learned as a 17th level master of
immobilization and head witch of the transformation practitioners. I think
you'll appreciate them in some lasting way," Rebecca chided her
immobilized opponent as she watched the woman sink slowly out of
sight.
From Janice's perspective, she thought she was going to
drown in the carpet fibers as she sank rapidly into the rug. The last
thing she saw before she completely disappeared from sight was Rebecca's
smirking face before she found herself completely surrounded in a sea of
white. Oddly, there was also a strange feeling starting to creep into her
conscious mind that made her feel like she was mired in a bubble bath.
However, when she glanced downwards with her eyes, she saw something that would
have caused her to gasp out loud if she was capable of talking at this
point.
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Janice thought to herself even as her body, which was now bereft of clothing,
slowly emerged from the magical rug. She was still unable to move in the
slightest but she noticed that Rebecca had taken the time during Janice's
capture to erect a large mirror directly in the immobile woman's fixed line of
sight. Upon seeing her reflection
in the mirror, Janice mentally gasped at what she saw and realized the true
meaning of her adversary's words.
"I'm...... I'm turning into a love
doll..... that bitch!!!...... she won't get away with this.... this....
oooohhhh!!!!...."
Janice
thought as she saw her body was now completely glossy from head to toe with no
signs of blemishes, freckles or marks she had possessed since she was a young
witch. She could see what looked like seams were now visible on her arms
and legs as well as around her waist and breasts. The feeling of lightness
Janice had experienced before was even more prevalent as she hovered above the
rug and was buffeted by the light breeze emanating from a nearby air
conditioner.
If those changes in appearance and sensations weren't proof enough of her
transformation, Janice saw what had happened to her vagina and mouth and knew
her suspicions were indeed true. Her pussy had transformed into an ovular
shaped opening with the interior changed into a sac of pink rubber and
latex. Although Janice couldn't see it, she could sense the same thing had
happened to her anus with the added feeling that it had moved upwards by several
inches to further suggest she was an inflated sex toy and not a live
woman. Her mouth was now devoid of teeth and tongue with the exterior
formed into a perfect O-shape that looked perfect for the insertion of a dick or
a sex
toy.
"My boobs... they... they're bigger... need to
be squeezed and sucked by my owner.... NOOOO!!... I'm starting to think like one
of those stupid sex dolls... must... fight.. think of spell... to...to.... to
hope my owner fucks me soon.... NOOO!!!! " Janice thought as she
saw her breasts had grown in size to the point that they resembled pink
basketballs capped by what looked to be inch long nipples that begged to be
suckled or nibbled. With her eyes changed to nothing more than painted
features that had an eternal look of lust in them and her hair transformed into
synthetic fibers that were sewn directly into her hollow head, there was no sign
whatsoever that Janice was really a witch of considerable power instead of the
fuck toy she closely
resembled.
After a few minutes passed, the love doll that Janice now existed as slowly
settled back on top of the floor rug though she did not sink into it like she
had before. As she lay the rug, with her hollow legs bent at the knees,
she felt her hands being pushed into grasping positions by Rebecca so they held
her feet. Janice watched in silence as Rebecca freed her subordinates from
their predicaments before turning her attention to her vanquished
opponent.
"I shall be leaving now before Marty returns. In case you're wondering, on
some level, I intend to take my revenge on that miserable bastard in the near
future that will be very appropriate. Oh, before I go, one last little
thing to be done to make sure I've tidied things up neat and properly,"
Rebecca said, with a nasty look appearing on her face before starting to gesture
in the air with her
hands.
"Nasty?.... how could you get any nastier than
what you've already done to me, bitch?..... oooohhh...." Janice
thought to herself before she once again felt magical energy spread across the
surface of her body. Unfortunately for her, the mirror that the dollified
witch had stared into earlier was gone so Janice could only guess what fate
awaited her next........
7
hours, 43 minutes, 27 seconds later................
"....... gotta say
that Janice did her job in a totally fantastic way! This is the most
realistic fucking sex doll that I've ever seen! Man-o-man, I hope this
doll is as great to fuck as she is to look at," murmured Marty, who had
stripped off his clothes, lowered himself to the rug that the doll was on, and
started to stroke his newest possession's glossy curvy
surface.
" You idiot!.... I'm Janice, not Rebecca!....
Why can't you.... ooooh..... can't you see what happened?.... uhhh..what...WHAT
THE HELL?" Janice thought even as the sensations of being caressed
started evoke feelings of pleasure in her air-filled body. However, it was
at this point that the doll 'saw' her reflection in a nearby video camera (no
doubt set up by Marty ) and realized that her face, as well as her hair and
other parts, now resembled Rebecca completely! This must have been the
result of Rebecca's final spell and there was nothing she could do about
it!
Suddenly, Janice
heard another voice enter her consciousness even though there was just her and
Marty in the room. Almost immediately, she realized the owner of the
voice... an all too familiar source......
"Hello, sweetie. This is a little prerecorded message I
included with the incantation I used before leaving. By now, you've
realized that Marty sees you as nothing more than a dollified Rebecca and he
will be enjoying his new toy over the next little while. Oh, and if you're
curious, the final part of the spell will become apparent to you very
shortly," Rebecca intoned before her voice faded
away.
"Final part?.... what is she... ohhh.... good
dolly.... want to please owner... make him happy.... need to be used and
fucked......." Janice thought to herself in silence before Marty
slid his stiff cock into her pink vagina and her thoughts changed
drastically. The rational thinking of a high powered witch was replaced by
the simplistic thoughts of a love doll being used for pleasure by its
owner. From that point on, the only time Janice would think in human terms
was when she was not in
use....
And
judging by Marty's look of bliss, that probably wouldn't happen too much to her
in the near future...
THE
END
13.08.06