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You wake up with a headache, cold metal up against your back. You put your hands up to your head, checking to make sure everything is still there. Everything feels normal, but you don’t know where you are. You’re laying on top of a shiny metal surface.
You remember passing out at the bar, after only your second drink! Maybe the bartender took you somewhere to recuperate.
“Ah, you’re finally awake!” A giant voice says from above you, and you look up, your heart beating wildly.
You have no idea how you got here, because you’re pretty sure you would remember seeing this woman, who looks like she’s about a hundred feet tall! She smiles gently down at you, tilting her head so her blonde hair shifts over her shoulder.
“Where am I?” You shout up, hoping that she can hear your tiny little voice. It turns out she can, because her smile widens.
“Oh, how cute you are! You’re in my lab.” She says, reaching down to pick you up. She’s so strong compared to you. Even when you fight and struggle in her grip, there’s no way you could ever overpower her. You’re only about as tall as her middle finger! “My name is Alyssa Stone, but you can call me Dr. Stone.”
“Stop! Put me down!” You yell, terrified. “What did you do to me?”
“Oh, I shrank you, little one.” She says, smiling. She rubs your cheek with her fingertip, and no matter how much you push at her finger, you can’t budge it.
“W-what?” You gasp. “How is that possible? W-why?”
“Science, you little cutie.” She says, wrinkling her nose.
You look over the side of her hand, and fear grips your heart. She’s holding you so high up in the air.
“PLEASE!” You scream. “Put me down! Please!”
“No.” She says, grinning widely. “You’re definitely going to be getting used to being handled. And touched… It’s about to be your entire life.”
“W-what?” You ask nervously.
“No more questions, little one.” She says, tapping her finger over your face. “It’s time to get started, don’t you think?”
“Get… started?”
“Yes, get started. I’m going to turn you into the perfect little toy.” She says, carrying you over to a long metal table with a few ominous jars and bowls, as well as an instrument tray with a handful of scary-looking metal tools. There are tweezers, those pokey things like you’d see at the dentist, and a tube connected to a terrifying rubber squeeze ball that looks like a miniature turkey baster.
“A TOY?!” You shout, your heart beating wildly. You really don’t like the look of any of this stuff. All the shiny metal, and your helpless little body in her hand.
“Yes, yes!” She says excitedly. “You’ll make such a pretty little toy. You’re already so cute, just imagine how cute you’ll be, soon!”
“But I… But I don’t WANT to be a toy! I want you to make me big again!” You shout. Dr. Stone only coos happily and brushes her finger over your tiny little head.
“Oh, but that doesn’t matter, sweetie.” Dr. Stone soothes. “You’re mine, now.”
At her words, you begin to cry. You cover your face, the tears slipping down your cheeks.
“B-but… w-what do you want with me? What are you talking about? Why?” You beg.
“Aww… you poor thing. You must be so confused.” She says.
“Of course I’m confused! I’m a person, not a toy!”
She only lifts you closer to her face.
“That’s okay. It won’t matter soon, anyway.”
What was that supposed to mean? You start to get really scared as you look into her face.
Her fingers slide up around your clothes, tugging at your shirt. You scream indignantly, trying to get her hands off, but she only tugs harder. She pulls the hem of your shirt over your head, leaving you completely nude on top. Her fingers slide over your bare little chest. You let out a little moan, as the ridges of her fingerprint tease your tiny nipples, making them harden.
“Oh, wow. You’re already such a sweet little thing, aren’t you?” Dr. Stone says happily, massaging your chest again, her finger rubbing your back while her thumb continues rubbing over your skin. She plays with your arms, lifting them over your head and ticking your armpits.
Her giant fingernail flicks over your nipples again, drawing a little moan out of your lips. You’re so delicate and helpless in her fingers.
She smiles and moves her fingers down to your pants, sliding them over your hips. She tugs on your underwear. You cross your legs to try and keep them on, but another tug and they’re in her fingers too. She smiles at the tiny little scraps of cloth that used to be your clothes, and drops them into a little petri dish.
Now, you’re just a naked little thing in her palm. You squirm to cover yourself, flipping over onto your stomach.
“Oh, what a little view!” Dr. Stone says, her finger pressing between your legs. You let out a little cry, but she forces your legs apart on her finger, gently teasing the lips of your naked, exposed pussy. Her thumb presses into your back, and she plays with your clit, forcing your back to arch. You let out a quiet little wail.
You don’t want to enjoy this, but all her touching and playing with you like a little toy makes your body tingle in response.
“Stop!” You cry, but she doesn’t stop. You squirm against your palm, kicking your feet into her skin, but she doesn’t stop. You can feel warm wetness pouring out of you, smearing all over her finger. She uses her slick finger ruthlessly against you, not stopping until you cum between her fingers.
She hums happily, then lets you rest in her palm, sweaty and limp. If this is what she meant by you being her toy, maybe this won’t be so bad.
“You’re already so good.” Dr. Stone says, sitting down at her bench. “I’m so excited to finish you.”
“What do you mean?” You asked, panting. “Didn’t… didn’t you just play with me? Aren’t I already your toy?”
Dr. Stone laughs gently, shaking her head.
“Oh, sweetheart…” She says, her voice dropping low. “We haven’t even started.”
You want to ask what she means, but before you can answer, she reaches down to her terrifying plate of tools. First, she grabs the little tube and hand bulb, holding it over you and smiling.
“W-what’s that for?” You ask. She doesn’t bother answering you. She dips it into one of her beakers of liquid, swirling it around. She squeezes the bulb and draws in some of the clear liquid, then lowers the tip down to your mouth.
“Open wide.” She says, pressing the narrowed tip against your mouth. You press you lips closed, shaking your head, but she only wiggles it, pressing even harder. Eventually, you open your mouth just to keep her from breaking off your teeth. She presses the tube so far into your mouth you start gagging, your lips stretched around the big metal tube, but then she squeezes the bulb.
Ice cold liquid immediately flows into your throat, and with a muffled cry of shock, you cough and gag on it. She laughs, only giving you a condescending look before squeezing again. Cold gel pumps into you, and you have to swallow as fast as you can to keep it from spilling everywhere.
“Oh, there you go. You’re so good. Good little thing. Take it all for me, alright darling? Take it all…” She says, pushing her lips out. You can feel the liquid, which is still somehow freezing cold, reach your stomach. You hope for a moment that she’ll pull it out and stop, but she keeps squeezing, pumping your tiny stomach fuller and fuller. You look down, surprised to see your stomach distend around the liquid. You keep growing bigger and bigger until your skin feels like it’s going to burst. You let out a pained noise, trying to squirm away from the tube. Your hands go up to push it away, but she doesn’t relent. She presses a little more into your bloated stomach until you think it’s moments away from bursting, then she finally pulls it out. She fills your mouth with the liquid before finally removing it completely.
You try to heave in a breath, but any air in your lungs just makes your stomach press out even further. Every time you move, you can feel the liquid moving inside you. There’s no more room in your stomach to even slosh. You groan, spitting out the liquid she left in your mouth. It’s still so cold, and it’s numbing the inside of your mouth.
“How does that feel, baby?” She asks, pressing on your stomach with her pinky, making everything ache.
You cough unhappily.
But Dr. Stone only dips it back in the liquid, then pinches your tiny legs in her fingers. She spreads you open with her fingers, then presses the tip of the tube against your asshole. At first, you try and clench to keep her out, but she just presses in, forcing you open. You let out an undignified squeal, but she slips the tube all the way inside, filling you and stretching you like never before. Her fingers pinch around your chest to keep you from squirming away.
You’ve never had anal before. One of your exes begged to try, but the idea freaked you out too much. Now, this woman forces cold metal larger than any dick you’ve ever taken up into your virgin hole. You let out an uncomfortable noise, writhing between her fingers.
Then she squeezes. More of that ice-cold liquid shoots into you, fulling every single into of your colon and intestines. Your lower belly begins to bloat too, pulling your already overstretched skin even tighter. You moan in pain and cold, your limbs beginning to shiver uncontrollably. She keeps squeezing and squeezing, until you don’t think you can fit any more liquid inside you.
She pulls the tube from your anus, then presses it against your pussy. You shake your head, but she only presses it in, then squeezes again. More of that liquid pours into you, filling up the last cavity inside you with that cold liquid. Your uterus fills to almost bursting. Your eyes fill up with tears as you bloat even further. You feel more like a water balloon than a person at this point, just a thin layer of skin over a terrifying volume of liquid.
The tube finally slips out of you, and she sets it back on the instrument tray.
“How are you feeling?” She asks, pressing on your stomach.
The pressure makes you almost black out with pain, and she smiles.
“It… it hurts.” You whine, and she only tuts at you.
“I know, I know… poor little baby.” Dr. Stone soothes, brushing over your hair again. “Don’t worry, it won’t be forever. We’re just getting you cleaned and prepped. Nobody wants a messy little toy, after all.”
“I don’t want to…!” You cry, but she only runs her finger over your chest, tapping against the liquid filling your belly. “I don’t want to be a toy!”
“Here, precious.” She says. She begins playing with you again, pressing on your belly, forcing the liquid back and forth. You gag, and you can feel the liquid pressing against your throat and your anus, even your pussy, but somehow it’s not coming out. You’ve never felt so full in your life, in every way. You wish you could vomit or expel the liquid, but no matter how you strain, it’s completely stuck in your body.
Her finger presses up against your pussy again, rubbing on your clit. You moan, but you can’t help moving into her strokes. As sick and bloated as you feel, the pressure almost amplifies the sensation. You cry out, tears running down your poor little cheeks.
She’s relentless, stroking your pussy, then massing your nipples, until you’re just on the brink of orgasm again. How is she so good at this? Why can’t you fight her?
She reaches down and pinches your nipple, tugging on your skin. Somehow, being so small and filled with this strange liquid has made you even more sensitive.
You let out a sob, and then she presses even harder, finally tipping you over the edge. You let out a wail, your mind going white with pleasure.
Whatever was keeping the liquid inside you is suddenly gone, and liquid begins pouring out of you. Your stomach feels like it turns inside out as fluid pours out of your mouth, sour with stomach acid. It flows out of your tortured ass, soaking her palm beneath you, mixed with whatever was already inside. You can smell the bitter stink of your own feces mixed with the strange sweetness of the liquid. It comes out of your pussy, mixed with the juice and slick you just made. You feel yourself piss, completely emptying your bladder and adding the acrid reek of piss to the strange miasma. By the time you finish, you feel completely empty, sitting in a filthy pool of liquid.
“Great start.” Dr. Stone says, looking down at you. You flush, wishing you could crawl into a hole and hide there forever. You shiver, completely humiliated. That was the most disgusting, vulnerable moment of your life, and she only looked down like you were a little injured mouse. “So cute…”
She reaches over to her instrument tray and picks up a pair of tweezers, which have rubber tips on the end. She reaches down and pinches you around the chest, lifting you out of the humiliating puddle of liquid.
You feel like a deflated ballon as you dangle from the tweezers.
“Feel any better?” She asks, suspending you above another beaker full of liquid. This one fizzes underneath you, like a can of soda. You squirm a little between the rubber tips, but she only pinches tighter. You’re so limp from the orgasm and the release of fluids that you can’t put up much of a fight.
“Now, wait in here for a while. I’m going to go get cleaned up. You made quite a mess for such a tiny little thing!” Dr. Stone says, lowering you into the liquid. You prepare yourself for acid and pain, but…
It’s just a lukewarm, gently bubbling liquid. The bubbles immediately begin gathering on you. She opens the tweezers, releasing you fully into the liquid. Unlike water, you immediately sink all the way to the bottom. No matter how much you paddle, you can’t get yourself to float! There’s just a little too much liquid in the beaker for you to stand and keep your head up, and you end up accidentally inhaling some.
To your surprise and amazement, you manage to get a full breath in, even as the liquid fills your lungs. It fizzes strangely in your lungs, and you cough it out. You curl yourself at the bottom of the beaker, sitting up against the glass, feeling the bubbles cling to your skin as you sit under the surface of the strange clear liquid.
All of the mess on your skin, your lotion, even a few layers of dead skin all get carried away by the bubbles, leaving just you sitting nude in the bottom. Even your tattoo, the one you got while you were in college, bubbles up and fizzes away.
You run a hand over your skin. It’s so soft, now, like you got an exfoliating treatment at the local spa.
Dr. Stone appears at the bench again. Her hand closes around the beaker, and she picks the whole thing up, you included.
“Feeling any better, teeny little sweetheart?” She asks, tapping the glass. You nod, feeling embarrassed and exposed. This woman has seen you naked, orgasming, and expelling every atom in your body all from her palm. Now she’s looking at you in a beaker, covered in a strange, breathable fluid.
She swirls the liquid, and you go flying with it, swept along in the current. She laughs, but then reaches for a clean pair of tweezers and pulls you out, letting the weird fluid drip off your body and back into the beaker. She gives you a little shake, like a ragdoll, and then lays you onto a little washcloth.
“Now that you’ve been prepped, I think we’re ready to really get into it.” She smiles, tapping on the tray of tools. You whimper up at her, but she ignores you. She grabs a lighter, clicking it until it flicks on. She lights a Bunsen burner underneath a little tank of green liquid, and you watch in terror as it begins to bubble.
“A-are you going to boil me?” You ask, and it comes out a little squeakier than you meant it to. Dr. Stone shakes her head.
“Oh, not to worry, pretty little thing. This boils at only a hundred degrees Fahrenheit. It’s going to feel like a nice little spa day for you.” She says, right before picking you up in her fingers and dangling your soft little body over it. Even though she said it wouldn’t be boiling, you can’t help but squirm in her fingers. You’re getting a little tired of all these strange liquids around you!
But then she drops you in, and you fall helplessly into the liquid. You try to let out a little scream, but you’re already under the surface.
She was right, it isn’t very hot. It feels like bathwater, and would feel really nice, except from the strong smell. It smells like Windex, and as it pours into your mouth, you note that it tastes like pine needles. Unlike the other liquid, you can swim in this one, and you paddle desperately to keep your head above.
“Silly little thing… You have to stay under!” Dr. Stone says, reaching for her instrument tray. She picks up a long glass rod, then holds it over your body. She presses you under the surface, holding you to the bottom of the glass. You fight as hard as you can, but she holds you underneath until you take in another breath. Just like the last liquid, you can breathe this one in somehow and not die. Unlike the other one, this one hurts your lungs. You cough, but she doesn’t relent. Instead, she blows out the flame and starts a timer. You can see the red numbers from inside the tank, counting down from fifteen minutes.
Fifteen minutes? You start fighting again, not wanting to stay in this weird green liquid for fifteen whole minutes, breathing or not!
You finally go limp when there’s still ten minutes left, but Dr. Stone keeps holding you under, the glass rod pressing into your body.
“I know, it’s no fun, is it?” Dr. Stone says, pouting through the glass. Her face is distorted by the liquid and the glass. “But you’ll float if I let you go, poor little thing.”
You spend the next ten minutes wondering what the hell is happening to you. Just this morning, you got up in the morning like a normal person, brushed your teeth, got dressed, and went to work. You went to the bar after work just like a normal person!
Now this woman has managed to shrink you, and is doing whatever ungodly science she wants to your body, all in the name of turning you into a toy.
Finally, the timer beeps, and she releases you. She’s more careful with this liquid, and she only uses a long pair of tweezers to extract you, not letting it touch her own skin. Before she’s done, she dips you in another tank of liquid, this one only for a few seconds. You cough in the cool air when she pulls you out, goosebumps breaking out on your naked skin.
“We’re getting close, aren’t we sweetie?” She says, smiling. “Can you still move?”
You lift your arms, kicking your legs exhaustedly. Something feels wrong with your muscles, but they do still listen to you, at least a little bit.
“Good, good.” Dr. Stone says.
She sets you back in her palm, and you’re grateful for the little bit of warmth from her skin.
“Just one more, okay?” She says, dipping her fingers into a bright pink gel. It looks like hair gel or something, and she rubs it over her fingers, then reaches down for you.
She picks you up with her gel-covered fingers, then begins to rub it in. She starts with your chest, rubbing the pink gel into your skin. It smells like roses and vanilla, and it feels warm against your skin. You let out a little moan of relieved pleasure, and Dr. Stone follows it with a little hum of her own.
“Oh, now doesn’t that just feel nice?” She says, rubbing your arms in the gel. She’s being so gentle with your little body. She rubs your legs, then your belly in the gel, before flipping you over and rubbing into your back. It feels like the best, most intense massage you’ve ever had, and it almost makes your mind go blank. She presses your tiny little feet between her fingertips, wiggling the gel between your toes. Her nail presses between your pussy lips, massaging the gel all the way inside. She covers you in the stuff, even slicking back your hair with it.
Once she has covered every square centimeter of your skin with the sweet gel, she tips her palm over the fizzy liquid again, and dumps you into the beaker. You collapse at the bottom, let the little bubbles clean you off.
By the time she pulls you out, you’re feeling limp and soft in her palm.
“Now… show me how much you can move.” She orders, and you lift up your arm. It’s about all you can do before exhaustion takes over. Your muscles feel heavy and tired, even though you’re just barely moving. You groan, then try and push yourself up. You’re able to get up on all fours, but then something weird happens.
All four of your limbs bow out underneath you, as if your bones were suddenly made of rubber. You collapse into her palm, carefully extricating your limbs from under you. What the hell is going on?
You try again, pushing up on a single arm, but it collapses, and you tumble to her palm.
“Oh, this worked even better than I’d been hoping!” Dr. Stone said giddily, reaching her fingers down for you. She picks you up in two fingers, dangling your body in front of her face. “Look at you!”
She pinches your hand in her fingers, then pulls. Your heart lurches, and you expect pain and for your arm to wrench out of its socket, but instead… your arm stretches. It lengthens and stretches like rubber in her fingers, almost three times as long as it was! You scream in terror, but Dr. Stone looks pleased.
“No pain, correct?” She asks. You begin hyperventilating, tears pooling in your eyes. What the hell has she turned you into?
She reaches to pinch your chest in her fingers, then pulls on your legs, and you watch as your entire body stretches and lengthens. You cry out, but she’s right, there is no pain. You’re not really sure if that’s better or worse.
For a few moments, she plays with you, stretching you in every way she can. She tests each arm, then your legs. She pulls you apart, then she wraps you around her finger, your spine bending effortlessly around her.
You can’t stop crying and panicking, even once she finishes testing you and sets you on your back in the center of her palm.
“Oh, now… there’s no need to cry, darling! You really are the perfect toy, now!” She soothes, brushing over your hair as you hiccup and sob. “See, no pain!”
She presses down on your chest, your entire body deforming under her finger. You choke out another sob.
“B-but what am I supposed to do?” You beg. “How am I supposed to live like this?”
“Live?” Dr. Stone says, like you just told her a joke. “Oh, silly little thing… this IS your life, now.”
“My… life? But what do you mean?” You ask.
“Well, how about we give you a little test drive, shall we? I’ll show you what I mean.” She says, setting you on the table. You watch, only barely able to prop yourself up on your weird, rubbery arms as you watch her shed her lab coat. She unbuttons her blouse, and you watch her large breasts strain at the fabric. She drops it to the floor, leaving her in a lacy black bra. Each of those tits would be big enough to fit ten of you inside.
You feel yourself get aroused, and you’re not even sure why. Your little rubbery body feels so much more sensitive than your old flesh-and-blood body. She’s so massive and gorgeous.
She tugs at her tight skirt, which is wrapped around her lovely, curvy hips. She pulls them down, dropping the slinky black thing to the floor, leaving her in pantyhose and gorgeous black thong panties.
She slides the pantyhose down her hips, then…
She drops her panties, and an incredibly long, thick cock springs free. She wraps her hand around it. Her own hand is just barely big enough to wrap around it! It’s lined with defined veins, and throbs with her heartbeat, the tip already beginning to drip with pre.
You take her in, the scent of musk filling your nose.
“Oh, you like it?” She asks, stroking herself. You watch her eyes flutter closed in pleasure. “Good. You’re going to be very, very familiar with it, soon.”
Her cock is longer than you are by at least three times! It looked like it was a foot long, and the width of a soda can. You’ve never seen a cock this big in your entire life. You watch her play with the tip, smearing the glistening bead of precum all over the head.
She reaches up and unhooks her bra, letting her perfect, massive tits bounce free. They’re perfect, with two gorgeous pink nipples tightening against her skin, each of them bigger than your entire hand. You can smell her, a deep and sweet perfume mixing with sweat and the smell of her musky cock.
“Now… come here.” She says in a husky voice, low with desire.
Her hand wraps around you, and she picks you up, holding you next to her massive dick.
“Aw… you look so small next to me. You’re just a tiny little thing. Barely anything at all. How does that feel?” She says, her mouth curving up into a smile.
You stare at her dick, your heart racing. It’s absolutely huge, dwarfing you completely. She could crush you to paste with that thing, if your body could still be injured.
“Let’s see how you handle me, hmm?”
She presses you against her dick, and all of a sudden all you can feel is the smooth, sensitive flesh of her. You can smell the musky, sweaty smell of her, filling your nose and lungs. She drags you up and down, your limp, rubbery body smushed up against you. Another droplet of precum soaks your head as she pushes your head into her slit. You cough on it, the salty liquid filling your mouth.
She uses you to stroke herself, her hand cupping you close to her. Your body squishes around her fingers, crushing the breath from your chest. But you find that you don’t need to breath anymore. What does that mean about you?
Finally, she pulls you away.
“Now, that’s just the start. Because I could have already done that with you.” She winks down at you. “But you’re really special, now.”
She sets you on the tip of her dick like it’s a chair, then pulls your legs apart. You let out a terrified whimper. You have an inkling of an idea of her plan, and you don’t think your body can handle it, even modified as it is.
“It takes someone really special to take all this in.” Dr. Stone says, tugging on your feet so you’re straddling her cockhead. “Even full-size people struggle with me. But you… you’re so little and perfect.”
She makes a little face like you’re the cutest thing she’s ever seen.
“Look at you, sitting up there like it’s a little throne. Ah! You’re adorable!”
She pulls hard, and you feel your pussy strain, your entire body beginning to distend around her cock. Then, in a sudden motion, she tugs again, and your body lets her in, everything inside you squishing and making way for her cock. Your entire body molds itself to her.
She inches you down, filling you up in a way that you’ve never felt before. All that cold liquid earlier was just an introduction to the kind of sensation this was. Your legs are forced into a perfect split. The diameter of her cock is so much bigger than you that your entire body deforms around her. When you look down, it almost looks like you’re wearing a massive, poofy skirt made out of your own body and a giant cock.
“Oh, wow…” She groans. “Nothing quite as tight as a new toy!”
She keeps pulling down, your chest stretching around her, forcing a groan from your lips. The head of her cock is so massive that it makes you almost white out as it stretches you to what feels like breaking. You scream, but then she pushes all the way up, forcing your head to stretch around her cock tip.
You are reduced to nothing but a thin sheet of rubber wrapped around her cock, with tiny vestigial arms and lags dandling helplessly. She pulls harder, and stretches you so that your pussy meets the base of her cock, your head completely stretched around her.
Your screams die on your flattened lips, unable to form.
At this point, you’re nothing more than a condom that can barely kick and struggle. But as you try and move, she only lets out a long, pleasurable moan.
“Oh, that’s wonderful!” She moans, squirming underneath you. Her hand wraps around what’s left of your body, and she begins to stroke herself again. All you can do is let her move you, stretching you around her massive dick.
She’s so powerful, her hand and cock becoming your entire world. The vibration of her groans shake your entire body.
You feel clear, slick drops of pre slide into you, making her strokes even faster and more slippery. She shudders in pleasure.
Then she pinches the top of your head and pulls you off her cock, letting you snap off into her hand. Your entire body somehow snaps back into shape, and you feel emptied out again, sitting limply between her fingers.
“How are you feeling?” Dr. Stone askes, holding you up to her face. You look into her eyes, only managing a quiet whimper. “Wonderful. Now… let’s try the other mode.” She says, winking at you. She sits you on top of her cockhead again, this time facing away. She wiggles her fingers into you, spreading your perfect ass cheeks and worming her finger into your asshole. You can’t help but let out a moan as she stretches your ass all the way around her cock, three times the diameter of your entire body. She wiggles you down, stretching you the same way she stretched your pussy, until this time, instead of hitting your head, your mouth begins to open. Your eyes widen as the tip of her cock begins to push out of your mouth, stretching it wide. Your entire head is stretched thin, and all you can see is her hand, reaching down for you. She tugs on your arms and legs, which stick out from where you’ve been stretched as a sex toy around her massive cock.
“These are cute, but… a little silly. What do you think, should I clip these?” She asks, smiling down at you. “You’d be a little easier to play with. Though these…” She tugs on your legs. “…I really needed them to get you around me. And they’re just so cute when you try and kick.”
You try and tug your leg out of her finger, and she giggles.
“Though your arms… at this point, mostly decorative.” She says. “What do you think? Do you wanna keep your arms? Or do you wanna be my helpless little toy?”
You wish you could shake your head, but all you can manage is a panicked gurgle. As rubbery and strange as your body is, you can’t image how awful this strange existence would be if you were reduced to nothing more than a helpless piece of rubber in her palm. Even though that’s basically all you are right now.
Still, it would be worse if you couldn’t move at all.
She wraps her hand arounds you, and strokes her cock using your body. You can feel her veins slipping through your entire digestive system, or whatever’s left of it at this point. She’s hot and throbbing inside you, and you can’t help but let out a gurgling, tortured moan around her cock.
She ignores every noise you try to make as she mercilessly drags you up and down her shaft. For what feels like hours, she squeezes you, stretches you, and slides you up and down.
“You feel incredible!” She praises, sweat beading on her forehead. Her palms are hot and sweaty around you. Drops of pre end up sliding into your mouth, lubricating your journey up and down.
Your newly sensitive body longs for more touch, but she avoids touching you in that way. You only get that stimulation when she slams you down against the bas of her cock, and your clit slaps into her balls.
Eventually, her stroking reaches a crescendo, and she finally cums with a loud, pleasured cry. You feel it flowing through her cock and she jerks inside you.
The hot, sticky cum drips down all over you, but you’re helpless to keep it away as it covers you, flowing into your stretched-open mouth, sliding down your body.
She sighs in pleasure, fanning herself, then looks down at you, still wrapped around her cock.
“Oh, you’re wonderful, aren’t you, little toy?” She says breathily. “I was planning on selling you, you know. People will pay a lot of money for a good little sex toy like you. And so cute, too! You just love pleasing me, don’t you, sweetie?” She says, smiling down. “Yes you do. You love being good for me… and the buyer love a good little thing.”
You look up at her, unable to do anything at all. You’re completely at her mercy. Her cock is shrinking inside you, flagging and softening. But even soft, her cock is still bigger than you. You shrink back down to a more familiar size and shape, but you are still stretched around her, unable to move. She smiles.
“But maybe I’ll keep you around for a while. Just a few weeks, hmm? Just be mine? What do you think? Do you like being the perfect little sex toy? Are you going to enjoy the rest of your life?”
Your eyes begin to water, but you’re not sure if she can even tell.
“You seem to really like it there. How about you stay there for a while, hmm?” Dr. Stone says, running her finger down what used to be your back. Without pausing, she dabs off most of the cum off you, but leaves what’s already inside your mouth where it is. You can still taste it. It’s sticky, coating and drying you to her body. All you can taste is cum and cock sweat.
Then she pulls up her panties, pantyhose, and skirt, sealing you up inside her clothes. You’re pressed up into her pubic hair, and you can smell the pungent, musky sweat of her balls. You’re crumpled, still wrapped around her cock, completely helpless. Even when you can summon up a little movement of your arms and legs, all it does is make her body twitch in pleasure.
She’s inside your ass, not your pussy, so your poor clit is left completely untouched. No matter how much you try and squirm, you’re left completely unstimulated. You don’t even get the pleasure and relief of orgasm.
“Keep doing that, little one…” She says, cupping her hand around you and her cock, which at this point, are basically one and the same. “…and we’re going to have another play session just like that.”
She moans as you twitch again, trying to squirm off her cock.
“Mm… you’re going to make me thing you like being like that. You had as much fun as I did, didn’t you?” She asks. Tears finally leak from your eyes, soaking into the cotton of her panties, lost in the sweat of her body.
You wish you could tell her no, that you don’t want to be a toy, that you want your regular life back! But you’re trapped, alone and silenced with her cock as your gag. Your entire body demoted to a rubber cock ring.
You feel her stand, and begin shifting around. The movement near your clit is torturous, but not enough. As you feel her take a few steps, you try and twitch yourself closer to something, desperate for release, but she only rubs her fingers over you.
“Now, be good in there.” She warns, her cock twitching inside you. “I’ve got a research presentation in fifteen minutes, and every boner you give me is going to be another session like this… and another day without pleasure for you. So you’d better sit nice and still.”
You try and hold as still as you can as she walks down the hall, every movement only sliding you over her cock. What else can you do?
Your whole life has become nothing but being her toy.