Wednesday, October 26, 2016

All Dolled Up - Part 2

The transformation began almost instantaneously. A combination of immense pleasure and extreme lightheadedness sent Katie tumbling back onto the arm of the chair behind her. Starting with her toes, her body tensed up as she slowly lost control inch by inch. It would be only moments now before she become a lifeless imitation of Katie. Worse than that, an imitation solely devoted to her physical, sexual attributes. Despite the terror, for some reason she just…Couldn’t. Stop. Moaning.

“Oohhh…ohhhkaaay, Davis…Pleeease…Mmmm…Get…get me -ouuuut- of her….”, she barely managed to mumble between the sensual spasms and constricting fabric. Her hands unconsciously traced the outline of her every womanly curve as she felt the outfit merging with her skin in such an overwhelmingly pleasant way. Mentally, Mike was desperate to leave, but physically Katie’s body never wanted this feeling to end.

Davis chuckled, “Sorry, but this is -way- too fucking hot. And I don’t want to share something I come inside of with another dude. I’m sure you understand…Now, just relax. You won’t have to worry about -anything- soon. You won’t even be able to.” Crossing his arms, he simply watched on as the girl, now mostly a synthetic object, slowly slumped further and further into the chair. Her moans became whimpers, and then finally…silence. No breaths or movements betrayed any signs of remaining life. Katie, and Mike along with her, was now just an inanimate facsimile of what had once been a real woman. 

Face down in the fabric of the chair, her ass and pussy presented and ripe for the taking, Davis couldn’t resist. He stepped up behind her and unzipped his pants. He was -very- excited to test her out. Lifting her up by her wide hips, it was surprising how lifelike she felt. Even more surprising though? How deliciously soft and wet her pussy felt wrapped around his member as he took her from behind. The shop owner hadn’t been kidding when he said magical sex-dolls were so much better than anything else on the market. Sure, it had meant sacrificing one of his friends, but he could always make more. And more "friends" meant more opportunities…more potential “Katies”…

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

All Dolled Up - Part 1

“So, I just slip this over Katie’s body and it’ll turn this bitch into a literal sex-doll?”, the leggy blonde asked in a tone very unlike herself. 

“Yup. Well, that’s what the store promised at least…and hey, the possession spell they gave us worked! Didn’t it, -Katie-?”, Davis prodded at what he knew was a sensitive issue.

Katie rolled her eyes and puckered her lips in disgust, “Ugh, don’t call me that…I can’t wait to be out of this chick…Can’t wait to have my dick back! My only regret is that when I get to fuck her with it I won’t get to hear her moaning my name…Y’know, like…Mike! Miiiike! Ohhhhh…Mmmmm…fuck me harder, Michael!” Her arms dropped with a sigh, “Well…I guess I kind of got to hear her say it…But it was me. But it was still -her-…Fuck, let’s just get this -over- with!”

Katie stood and began slipping into the pantyhose like outfit. Once she had her lower half fully encased she looked Davis square in the eye, “Be ready with that de-possession spell as soon as I have it fully on her. Being a woman was weird enough, I really don’t need to add ‘sex toy’ to my list of life experiences.”

Davis smiled, brimming with excitement, “Don’t worry, I’ve got your back, man. Now, hurry up! I can’t wait to see how she turns out!”

Reassured, she pulled her top half into the outfit and then stepped into the pink heels that would catalyze the magical reaction. Soon Katie would merely be a very lifelike sex-doll, and Mike wanted to be the -first- to try her out. After all, hadn’t he earned it by being the one to possess her? It was the least Davis could do to thank him...

Sunday, October 9, 2016

From Pooch To Perfection

“Ok…What’s with all the dogs…?”, Milo was almost too afraid to ask. He -really- didn't want to deal with this after working all day.

“Oh! I’m surprised you don’t recognize them! These are all our friends! This brown one? She used to be Rachel! And the cutie-patootie on my lap? Say ‘Hi’ to the new Erik!”, Aimi replied, clearly pleased with herself. Milo, on the other hand, was starting to realize what a huge mistake he’d made. Sure, Quinton’s potent combination of reality altering powers and mental instability meant he was easily influenced - it had been almost too easy to convince him to permanently transform into Milo’s live-in Asian girlfriend, Aimi. However, the consequences of living with a supremely powerful being who was always hovering over the edge of insanity were starting to become apparent.

Milo cautiously approached her, “Are you…planning to change them back eventually?” He tried his best not to appear judgmental. Who knew what she might do if she felt threatened?

Aimi’s head tilted quizzically to the side. She looked as though she was mentally sorting out a puzzle. “Do you think I should? But they’re so fluffy! And they seem so happy! Jake and Megan especially!”, she lowered her voice to a whisper, shielding her mouth from them scandalously, “I always knew those two had a thing! You should have seen them going at it! Silly pooches!" It was impossible for Milo to hide his displeasure any longer. His brow quivered with anger.

“Oh no! You don’t like it, do you?!”, Aimi responded with genuine concern at his annoyance, “Oh, but I know what you -do- like! Asian girls!” With a snap of her fingers the nine dog’s bodies began to twist and reshape. Fur and muzzles receded. Body’s lengthened back into humanoid shapes. Curves blossomed in -all- the right places. Soon, the nine small dogs which had replaced his friends were themselves replaced by an equal number of astoundingly gorgeous Asian women. Though Milo knew he should still be upset, ogling the bevy of beauties Aimi had created practically out of thin air demanded his attention.

Shaking himself out of the trance, he remembered that each girl had once been one of his friends. Did they remember their past selves? “E..Erik? Megan?”, Milo quizzed the group hesitantly. Giggles and lusty, hungry eyes were the only responses he received. It didn’t seem like they did, but at least his friends were human again. He feared the results were he to press the issue and try to get them back to normal. Aimi might misinterpret it and make them into something much, -much- worse. 

He wasn’t yet quite sure, but it seemed he’d suddenly gone from having -one- live-in Asian girlfriend to -ten-. If Aimi were any indication of what they’d be like, he just hoped he’d have the stamina to keep up...