Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: wandrer Title: Rubber Universe: Matam's Fetishes Keywords: tf, doll, mf, ff, deflation, humil Summary: A man buys his wife one of Matam's fetishes in jest, but she finds herself transforming into a sex doll as a result... Disclaimer: This story is a work of adult fiction and contains sexually explicit material that some may find offensive. It is meant for persons over the age of 18 and is not suitable for children. All characters contained within are purely fictional, any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. The author reserves all rights to this work. It may be freely distributed, posted and archived electronically only in its entirety including all header material. It may not be sold in whole or in any part, or as part of an electronic document, printed material, voice recording or any other manner without proper copyright clearances being obtained from the author. NOTE that this work almost certainly contains some odd (and likely completely impossible) fantasies. PAY ATTENTION TO THE SUMMARY LINE ABOVE. It identifies the sorts of things that this story contains. If any of these things seriously bother you, please do not read this story. "Rubber" Lori giggled, blushing as she and her husband exited the adult toy shop. They had gone in on a whim, but hadn't bought anything - Lori had been reduced to fits of laughter and nervous giggling, as she turned red almost as soon as they walked in the door. The truth was, as embarrassed as she felt, she actually found a lot of the items in there surprisingly exciting. She had found herself rubbing her legs together as when Brad (her husband) had picked up a ring gag - she could actually still feel the wetness in her panties. Still - though she'd let Brad tie her up a few times (and had cum as hard as she ever had before) she wasn't sure she could bring herself to try out any of the toys in there. Particularly with the salesgirls watching her buy them. "You want fetish, sir and madam?" Lori turned, her blush deepening as she brushed her curled black hair away from her freckled face in the breeze. Who...? She swallowed and giggled, grabbing Brad's arm as she pushed up against him. He grinned down at her, knowing what she had been thinking. They both looked at the small man who was holding a large tray of fetish statues. He was so short and squat that he almost seemed to be a large statue himself, his broad-brimmed hat shading a dark, lined face from the sun. Brown eyes sparkled up at them, as he leveled a broad smile at the pretty girl. "I have many fetishes - all kinds! Bring fortune and excitement to your home," he said this with a broad wink that drew another giggle from Lori - she wasn't usually this giggly, but leftover nervousness had left her that way. Her cheeks were flushed beneath her blue eyes. "Sure...whaddaya got and how much?" Brad asked, "I'm sure my wife would *love* a new fetish." At 6'3" Brad towered over both of them, though even she - a petite 5'3" - was taller than the small man in front of them. "Matam has many fetishes for your wife! Only one dollar! Perhaps this lovely dog fetish? Or a fertility fetish?" said again with the friendly wink. Lori coughed and looked down quickly. No, not a fertility fetish, she didn't think...they'd only been married three months, and at 22, she wasn't ready for that yet. Her eyes lighted on a peculiar statue and she pointed at it. "What's that one?" "Ahhhhh," Matam said, nodding, "is a modern one. Brings new and interesting things into ones life. It is...it is a rubber fetish!" He grinned, and Lori had to clap her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing. Brad smiled as well and muttered, "I'm pretty sure some of the people in that store have that one," then said more loudly, "Great. We'll take it." Lori snickered at Brad's comment and reached out for the small figure as Brad pulled a dollar out of his wallet. It was perfectly black and smooth, and she realized as she picked it up that it was a figure of a slim woman, with a look of something like surprise on her face, he mouth curved in an "o". It was clearly made out of rubber, though something about it was surprisingly pleasing to the touch. Lori shivered slightly as she held it. As they walked away from the smiling man, Lori tucked the figure into her jeans. "OH GOD! OH GOD YES! OHHHHHHH! AH AH AH!" Lori lay on the bed, squealing in pleasure as Brad licked her. In the car ride home, she'd found herself growing more and more aroused, to the point that by the time they'd gotten into the house she'd had to run into their room and pull of her jeans and panties - she'd actually soaked them clean through. Her haste to get out of her pants wasn't wasted on Brad, and he'd clearly been quite happy to get into them, grabbing her and throwing her onto the bed. She hadn't had time to think about her oddly extreme arousal (she'd never been that wet) before she and Brad were kissing. Her nipples were incredibly sensitive, too, and she'd gasped loudly when he'd pulled off her t-shirt, revealing her smallish breasts, and started licking her hard nubbins. She'd squirmed with excitement as he kissed his way down her belly, and pushed her slender legs apart to reveal the very wet black curls between her thighs. When he'd lowered his mouth to her hot pussy, she'd started to cum almost immediately. She was to busy crying and screaming as he licked her to think much about how odd it was that she was so primed - usually it took her several minutes of foreplay to build to an orgasm like that...and then she was suddenly having another...and another! When Brad finally lifted his glistening mouth from her cunt with a somewhat shocked grin, Lori shivered and let out a small sob. She'd never been multi-orgasmic before! She certainly wasn't going to complain, however...although now...now she was starting to ache. With an almost begging tone she looked down at her husband. "Please...fuck me...oh please..." Brad's surprise - she rarely was that expressive of her desires, and rarely even used the word "fuck" - was quickly replaced by excitement. He clambered over her, making her feel so small as always. He grabbed her legs and pushed them up, folding her almost in half. Usually she preferred having her legs down, but she knew that Brad liked this position better. Almost desperate in her excitement, she grabbed her ankles, wrapping her small fingers around Brad's larger ones. "ohmyggggGGGGGHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!" Her eyes went wide as Brad thrust into her all of a sudden, and she came again, with a shriek. She let go of Brad's hands and began clawing at his back - she'd never come this hard or this loudly before in her life. Tears were streaming from her eyes as her shriek rose into breathy chirps. She tucked her head into Brad's shoulder as he grunted and thrust into her harder and faster - his modest-sized cock felt massive inside her for some reason, as though she was even tighter than usual. In the haze of her lust, she felt Brad's fingers tickling her ears...which she would have thought was odd had it not launched her into yet another orgasm. Suddenly Brad let out a long, deep moan as his weight pressed down on her, and she could feel his warmth spreading inside her, rocketing her orgasm even higher, though she made almost no sound at this point, she was screaming so hard in pleasure. Finally, he collapsed onto her, his fingers sliding through her hair, the flats of his palms oddly pressing against the side of her head. As the surges of pleasure through her body finally began to subside, Lori began to shudder and sob from exhausted pleasure. She lay there, dazed and whimpering, as she felt Brad slowly lever himself upward with an exhausted grunt. "Oh my god! Lori, are you OK?!" Lori opened her eyes with a bleary smile, to tell Brad that she was most certainly more than just "OK", but her comment was cut of before she started at the look of panic in Brad's face, staring down at her. "What...Brad, what's wrong?" Lori was getting worried now, as Brad still stared at her with a dumbstruck expression. She noticed his eyes were flicking from one side of her head to the other, quickly. She reached up with her hands - had something happened to her hair...? And suddenly jumped with a small yelp as she felt hands touch her feet! Slowly, eyes wide as the haze of lust faded to confusion and surprise, she turned her head...and lying on the bed next to her was her small foot. Lori swallowed hard as she wiggled her toes and saw those of the foot next to her head wiggle at her. She lifted her head slightly, and followed the curve of her ankle up to her thigh, also pressed against the bed, and then down over the curve of her ass to see her crotch, Brad's oddly still slightly hard cock sticking out of her pussy (and sending a tickle of pleasure through her as he moved slightly). Her eyes continued around following her other leg up until she saw her left foot lying next to her on the bed as well. She had been, quite literally, folded in half. Lori let out a small, wordless squeak of some unnameable emotion. The sound seemed to break Brad out of his reverie and he jumped up off of her with a yell, eliciting a shocked grunt of unexpected pleasure from Lori as his softening cock popped out of her pussy. "Oh my god! Oh god! Lori, I'm so sorry! Oh god - I'm going to call 911 oh my god just stay there don't move I whulp!!" Lori giggled as in his panic Brad stumbled of the bed and slipped on the pile of clothes next to it, falling to the floor in a perfect pratfall. Then she drew a deep breath as he struggled to his feet, reaching for the phone. "Brad. Brad! It doesn't hurt! I...I feel OK! Really! I think I can lift my legs up..." "No! Honey, you're in shock! Don't move! Don't..." Brad stopped and stared as Lori slipped her hand under her right foot and began to lift it upward. The slightly twisted skin around her thigh smoothed out and about halfway up, she felt a small pop (not painful or unpleasant, but just a gentle clicking into place) and she was able to lower her leg to the bed. After a moment she did the same with the other foot and lay on the bed, her small legs trembling from the exhausting she felt from all those orgasms, but otherwise feeling fine...quite good in fact. "My god," Brad said, standing over her, "You were...your legs...what happened?!" "I have no idea," Lori said, quietly. She felt like she should be a little more bothered by what had just happened, but for some reason she couldn't get that worked up from it. Maybe it was the exhausted pleasure she still felt. "I feel fine, though. Really. More than fine, in fact," she grinned at Brad, flushing at remembrance of how she'd cum...and cum and cum... "Yeah...I've never seen you like that...it was *amazing*. The, uh...sex, I mean," Brad said, still looking somewhat dazed and confused as he crawled back into the bed, obviously not convinced that she was really OK. Lori snuggled up against him as he lay back down. Though it was only mid afternoon, she was exhausted. Within moments, Lori was snoring gently into his shoulder. Brad looked down at her, a puzzled look on his face. His eyes moved to her hips for just a moment, and then he too lay back and slipped off into a quiet nap. Lori walked out of their bedroom, pulling her fuzzy robe over her smooth shoulders as she walked in to the kitchen, noticing that it was dark out now - she must have slept several hours. She felt wonderful...still a little tired from their intense lovemaking, but otherwise she felt charged all over. And, oddly, she was starting to feel a little horny again. What was with her today? As she poured herself a glass of orange juice, she thought about what had happened with her legs...and how she hadn't even noticed it. It was like her hip joints had simply twisted all the way around, and her body had bent like...like it was made out of rubber or something. But that was impossible, wasn't it? And why wasn't she feeling totally freaked out about it? She stood, and looked down at her hand, tapping the side of her glass in her usual nervous gesture. Biting her lip, she reached down and grabbed her index finger. She slowly began to bend it back, waiting for the expected pain to start. But it just kept going, feeling like a pleasant stretch of her finger, until suddenly there was that small pop - not painful, but she could feel when it happened - and her finger bent back gently until it was laying against the back of her hand. She stared at it, stunned. There was no pain at all - if anything it felt nice. She could wiggle and curl her finger, although she was unable to pull it upwards and back into the normal position. She held it to her mouth and licked the tip of her finger, giggling as she felt the tickle of her tongue on it. She looked up and froze as she realized that Brad was standing at the doorway to the kitchen, staring at her, a strange look on his face. She began to blush furiously as she lowered her hand. He must be completely disgusted with her...and this freaky thing her body was doing. Sheepishly, she reached down and unfolded her finger back to its normal position. As she did so, her gaze fell...and lighted on Brad's stiffening cock. Suddenly it was as if her body had gone into overdrive. Almost instantly her breathing quickened and she could feel herself getting excited as she looked furtively at her husband's hardening penis. She shrugged slightly and her robe, which she'd neglected to tie, fell slightly further open, revealing her naked body to him. She looked up and smiled coyly. "Ready for another round with your rubber wife?" Brad let out a growl that actually frightened her a little as he rushed forward He picked up her small body and lifted her almost effortlessly up onto the island in the middle of their kitchen, and she let out a little gasp of excitement at being manhandled by her large husband. With a giggle, she leaned back onto her hands pulled her feet up onto the counter, spreading her thighs slightly, revealing her wet pussy, with cum from their earlier session still dribbling out of her. She gasped again as he grabbed her ankles and lifted them upwards. She realized quickly that he wanted to bend her legs back again, and sat trembling as he pushed them up...and up...and then suddenly there was that pop, and they began to curve backwards at an impossible angle. Lori stared in fascination down at herself, as her hip twisted painlessly, her black-furred pussy tilting upwards so that she could see her wet slit. She felt Brad tuck first her right and then her left leg under her arms, so that she was sitting up on her hands, with her body impossibly bent into 3/4. She looked up at him as he stepped forward...and felt a sudden tingle of fright at the expression on his face. It was something like disbelief...and horror...and hunger...and, it almost seemed, anger. She opened her mouth to ask if he was OK, if this was too weird.. "UNNNGHHH!!!!" was all that came out as he stepped forward, grabbed her shoulders to tilt her ceiling facing pussy slightly forward, and then thrust his rock-hard cock inside her with a grunt. She began to scream in pleasure once again as he thrust hard into her bent little body - the sensation (now that she was more clearly aware of it) of her feet being *behind* her adding a bizarre and exciting element to the situation. As he thrust into her, and she built towards her first orgasm, he pulled her further forward, so that she was leaning into his chest. Suddenly she was cumming with a squeal, and vaguely she felt that odd pop again, this time in her back. She came down from her orgasm, to realize that Brad had slipped out of her, though he hadn't cum yet. She tilted her head to look up at him with a dazed grin, though again felt a small tingle of worry at the expression on his face - now an almost manic excitement. He stepped away slightly and began to press her shoulders downward. At first she was still distracted by the aftermath of another massive orgasm and the strange feeling of the new impossible position her body was in. But then the sudden scent caught he attention and she realized what he was doing. Her face was scant inches from her own wet pussy. "Brad - no! Wait! What are you doing!?" Brad didn't answer, though from her new position, she could see his cock jerk out of the corner of her eye. She started to push against him, but he grabbed her arms and pulled them up and back and...pop...they were stuck like that behind her back. "Please...Brad," she cried, "this is disgusting! Don't...please...nmmmph!" She moaned in horror and disgust as Brad's hand on the back of her head pressed her mouth down onto her pussy. Her nose lay against her slick pussy lips, so that all she could smell was her own wet cunt. She felt horrified - she'd always been disgusted by the idea of going down on another woman...she'd even made Brad wash his cock if she ever gave him a blowjob after they'd had sex. And to think that she was being pressed down onto her own pussy like this...! She flailed slightly, but her hands and feet were in positions with no leverage whatsoever. She heard Brad begin to mutter under his breath. "Lick yourself, you little freak. Lick your own wet cunt...suck your clit..." Lori let out a disgusted sob, but realized that there was nothing she could do, and he was clearly ignoring her cries to let her up. She opened her mouth, and lowered the tip of her tongue down to her red, hot clit. As her tongue stroked her clit, she let out an involuntary moan, this time of pleasure. For some reason, even through her disgust and horror, she was still just as turned on as she'd been before. Trying to ignore the taste of a girl's pussy...*her* pussy...filling her mouth (not to mention the flavor of Brad's cum from earlier), she began to lick and suck at her own clit. And to lick...and suck...and suck... "Mmmm...NNNnnnn...MMMMMMMmmmmmm!!" It felt...amazing. The warmth of her mouth, her soft tongue...being eaten out had always been the easiest way for her to cum. And now...she knew exactly when to speed up...when to slow down...when to lick harder...when to flick the tip of her clit with her tongue...and when to suck the whole thing between her lips just as she was about to... "GGGGGGNNNNNNNNNNN!!!! MMMMMMMMMMNNNNNNNNNNNN!!! MMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!" Her mind seemed to evaporate under the orgasm from licking herself - it made her earlier ones seem like the barest pleasures by comparison. She could see her pussy clenching and releasing just centimeters from her wide eyes as she slurped at herself sucking hard on her own clit to draw her orgasm out. Finally the orgasm washed away, and she started to shudder and sob...but didn't stop slurping at her own clit. She was disgusted with herself, but it felt *so* good...and she didn't really mind the taste of her own pussy so much...she started to moan slightly as her eyes fell to the little pink star of her asshole, wet with juices that had dribbled from her clit and from her own drool during her orgasm. And suddenly Brad's cock crept into view. The tip of it pressed against the star of her asshole. "MMmm! NNN!" She moaned again in protest. She'd told Brad during their one conversation about that that it was totally off-limits. Even for touching. She found the idea disgusting and humiliating. And now, in spite of her moans of resistance, she watched in horror as Brad's hard cock pressed against that tight little star an inch from her eyes, while she continued sucking on her clit. The sensation was incredible. To be so impossibly close to the invader pressing uncomfortably into her virgin asshole. Well...not uncomfortably, actually. It didn't hurt at all. It felt...odd - she could feel herself stretching, but just like the rest of her, her tight little asshole stretched painlessly around Brad's cock. Someone was grunting loudly while she stared at Brad's cock stretching her little pink asshole wider and wider as it slipped into her... She realized that it was her. Her breath was coming deeply and loudly through her nose as she stared fascinated at the cock beginning to slid in and out of her asshole...so tight...and her tongue thrummed on her clit as she could feel herself building and building... Suddenly Brad's fingers slid between her breasts and her stomach and began to stroke her hard nipples. "NNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!" Her world was filled with a wall of pleasure. She stared at Brad's cock thrusting in and out of her ass as she came - the impossible, disgusting vision seeming to drive her to even higher pleasure. A loud wail filled the room, and again she realized it was her, screaming her pleasure into her own pussy. She had sucked her clit all the way into her mouth and was tonguing it frantically as wave after wave of orgasm crashed over her. Somewhere during the explosion of pleasure, she heard Brad groan loudly and warmth spread into her bowels, which only drove her orgasm higher. When this orgasm came down, she again began to sob, now in exhaustion. She lay there, gently licking her own clit, feeling the throbbing aftershocks go through her shuddering little body. "Oh god...oh god Lori," Brad was saying, in a strangled voice, "I'm...I'm so sorry...I don't know what came over me." He stepped back and his cock popped out of her asshole with an audible pop, eliciting a yelp of pleasure from her that Brad clearly mistook for pain. "Oh god! Oh, honey, I'm so, so sorry...I didn't mean to...I was just so turned on by the idea...and I kind of went crazy..." Lori was watching the star of her asshole return to it's former shape in fascination - it didn't seem to stretch out like she would have expected, but instead returned to a perfect little pink star, with a stream of cum dribbling out of it. "Honey, can you ever forgive me? Here, I'm going to...to..." Brad's words trailed off as Lori's small, oddly twisted body began to shake and she let out small chirping noises. She had continued to lap gently at her clit while he'd been talking - it had just felt so *good* - and suddenly was cumming again, her little ass squirting out Brad's cum onto the countertop almost comically. Though this orgasm wasn't nearly as strong as the last two, it was more than her overwhelmed mind and body could take, and somewhere in the middle of the sobbing, moaning, ass-cum squirting orgasm, she passed out. Lori opened the door to their backyard and stepped out into the sunlight, her gorgeous slim body resplendent in her bikini, her skin glistening with suntan oil. She took a deep breath of fresh air and walked toward her deck chair to lay down. She'd woken up in the morning to find herself in her bed, with Brad gone and her body returned to its normal shape. At first, she'd thought it had all been a dream, but as she pulled off the covers, she realized that the sheets were stained with small amounts of dried cum, and when she reached down, she could feel it on both her pussy and her asshole. Clearly it had really happened. She walked out of her bedroom to look for Brad, and found that he had clearly slept on the couch last night. She bit her lip as tears came to her eyes about what had happened. On the one hand, he'd sort of forced her to do something - several things - that she had found disgusting. On the other hand...she'd enjoyed it to a terrifying degree. And it wasn't exactly like she'd been in a...normal state. The thought of how her husband must be beating himself up...she felt miserable. She'd picked up the phone and called him at his law firm before remembering that he was supposed to be in a deposition and wouldn't be reachable for most of the day. She left him a message saying just that she loved him, and that she hoped he was OK, and that she would see him tonight. Knowing that his secretary often listened to his messages, she was too afraid to make any reference to what had happened - she just hoped that it would make him feel a little better to get the message. In the middle of a long hot shower to wash off all of the cum and sweat from the night before, she'd found herself starting to get aroused again, to her surprise. She tried to ignore it, but had found her fingers unconsciously playing over her soapy wet slit as she scrubbed herself. Finally, as she was drying off she gave in and crawled onto the bed. She'd started with just the intention of playing with herself until she came, just to release the pressure. But as her fingers stroked over her clit, she found her mind thinking back to the night before. How Brad had made her lick herself...it was so disgusting and wrong...but it had felt so good! Before she realized she was doing it, she found herself leaning closer and closer to her pussy. The scent was gross...and somehow intoxicating. She leaned in a little further... Pop. She felt her back pop again and her head lowered to her own pussy. Her whole body had seemed charged with excitement as she tentatively slipped her tongue out toward her glistening clit, nestled in the curly black fur between her legs. Two minutes later she was on her third orgasm, screaming into her own cunt while she slurped at her clit. A minute after that, she was sobbing in her fifth, eyes wide as two fingers sliding wetly in and out of her pussy...and her other index finger plunging in and out of her tight little ass. She'd finally managed to stop after ten (...eleven? Maybe twelve..) orgasms and had lain on the bed sobbing for a few minutes, again from exhaustion more than anything else. Of course Brad shouldn't feel bad for what he'd done - even *she* couldn't resist her crazily flexible body! As she lay down on the deck chair, she found herself blushing at the memory. She couldn't believe she'd done that. At some level, she was completely disgusted with herself...but it had felt *so good*. She was very glad that she'd already planned to take the day off from her own law internship - she was feeling oddly lethargic today. Probably exhaustion from the many - lord, how many times had she cum? - orgasms of the previous evening and this morning. As she lay in the sun, she found herself growing more and more restful, although she wasn't sleepy. She just didn't really want to move much. Her mind drifted...what could possibly have happened to her? She should probably be panicked about the whole thing, but whatever was going on didn't seem to be harming her. Still, she should probably see a doctor to see if they could figure out what was going on, and make sure it wasn't dangerous. While her mind wandered, she noticed vaguely that her bellybutton had started to itch. She lay, trying to ignore it but finally lifted on leaden arm and scratched at it. The odd thing about the whole thing was that it had come on so suddenly - the arousal, the strange flexibility. It had all started as soon as they'd come home yesterday. Actually, she thought as she tried to get her finger to scratch her bellybutton again, that wasn't true. It had started earlier than that. When they'd been in the car after going to dinner and the fetish shop. After they'd bought the... With a struggle, Lori opened her eyes as it finally clicked. After they'd bought the rubber fetish. That was ridiculous, she thought at first. It was just a little statue. It would have to be magic or something silly like that. She certainly didn't believe in that sort of thing. But still...what was happening to her was completely bizarre. And the fact that she couldn't bring herself to be worried about it was odd in its own right, now that she thought about it. With a groan and deep concentration, she managed to sit up and swing her legs over the side of the chair. She really was feeling lethargic. It was almost hard to think about moving. But she should go find the fetish. Where had she put it? She was pretty sure she'd set it on the dresser, but she hadn't seen it there this morning. It must have fallen behind it. She should go look. She stood up, and suddenly realized what a chore it was to move. Now she was starting to be a little frightened - this *definitely* wasn't normal. She felt like she was trying to move through water. And her bellybutton was itching like crazy! She stood next to the deck chair and looked down at he itching belly...and paused (thankfully - just the thought of walking all the way to the patio door twenty feet away was exhausting), frowning slightly in confusion. She'd always been an "innie", but there was now a little nubbin sticking up where her bellybutton normally was. That was what was itching. Even weirder, there seemed to be a little flap of skin on the top of it. With a puzzled expression, Lori grabbed the little flap and pulled. There was a strange sensation and the flap came up with a small round cone, sliding out of her with a small pop. In her cloudy state, she couldn't really comprehend what she was seeing at first. The little nubbin now looked like a small volcano. And there was a funny sound...like air hissing out of something. And she felt really funny, actually. Like she was sinking. Or deflating. Her eyes widened as she suddenly made the connection. She looked in horror at her arm and fingers, and they were slowly growing thinner. "Oh god! Oh my god!" She cried out in horror. She began to stumble towards the door while her hand fumbled with the plug. But her fingers were growing floppy, as were - she realized as she stumbled, then fell to the ground - her legs. She was filled with air. And the air was escaping! With a sob, she levered herself up on all fours as best she good and started trying to crawl towards the door. She stared down with horror as her slender arms grew floppier and thinner with each passing second. The sensation was like nothing she'd ever felt... She cried out, but all that came out was a wordless moan. She tried to pull herself forward, but her strength faded rapidly, and she suddenly pitched forward and flopped onto the concrete. She flopped wildly for a moment, her moans fading slowly to silence, and then immobility. Her head lay there, her hand next to her face, and she watched with horror as her arm and hand slowly settled flat against the ground, as she knew the rest of her body was doing as well. Her perspective got lower and lower, and she knew her head was deflating as well, her small mouth in an "o" of surprise. This wasn't possible! How could she be deflating! She wasn't some...blow-up doll! She was human! She had to tell Brad, somehow! She had to... ...had to get help... ...had to find someone to help her. She realized suddenly that time had passed. She could still see her deflated hand in front of her but the shadows on the ground had changed - it was clearly early afternoon now. Oh god...she hadn't been asleep. She'd just...stopped. It was like one second she'd been frightened and trying to figure out what had happened, and then next...it was probably hours later. She felt like she had just deflated a few moments ago and was still panicking slightly. And...there were voices. At first her heart leapt - Brad had come home early! But after a moment, she realized that the voices sounded wrong and were coming from entirely the wrong direction. She lay there, straining to hear them as they came into earshot. "...sure we won't get caught?" "That's why we rang the doorbell. I'm telling you - these people work crazy hours. I've been coming over here all summer to swim and they've *never* been home. Not once." The voices sounded young...teenagers, maybe? Oh god...it must be her next door neighbor. David? She'd *told* Brad she thought someone had been using the pool, but he'd just laugh. "OK...cool. So...you said the wife is hot?" "Dude...you would not believe. I've snuck peeks through the fence when she was sunning herself...she looks like...you know the dark-haired chick from 'Lost'? She looks like her. Except maybe cuter." Lori felt an odd irrational rush of pleasure at hearing a teenage boy describe her like this, which she tried to squelch. "Uh-huh," laughed the other one, "you totally have the hots for her, don't you? You ever jerk off while watching her?" There was a long pause, and then what sounded like an embarrassed cough from David. Another small thrill of excitement at being privy to this conversation went through her...and then a chill. Oh lord, they were coming this way! "Dude! You totally did! You jerked off watching your neighbor suntan!" Oh god, she thought, go away! Go away! "Well...just the once! Her top fell off while she was sleeping and...hey, what's that?" Oh no. She heard bare feet on concrete walking her way. "Is that...?" "It looks like a blow-up doll...dude your neighbors are weirdos." "I'll bet it's just a gag - a pool toy or something. Here let's turn it over." Oh please, she thought, sobbing in her mind, please just leave! She felt hands slide underneath her and her body being rolled over. The sensation was bizarre - her body was twisting and flopping in ways which were impossible. She finally found herself on her back, her deflated arm lying awkwardly across her stomach, looking up at two high school boys. David - who she recognized - was slim and blond. The other one was a tall, deeply tanned boy. "Man...it looks so real!" "Yeah, and someone put a bikini on it. Your neighbors are definitely weirdos." "Well, it didn't stay on very well when when it deflated. Seriously though - you should feel it...it feels like real skin! Here...Ed - feel here..." She saw the dark-skinned boy bend down and she felt his hand stroke her stomach just above her crotch. Could she have moved, she would have shivered at his touch. "OK, that's actually kind of creepy." "You know," David said, looking down at her with a puzzled look, "it kind of...it almost looks like..." "Like what?" David stood, frowning. Then said, "I'm gonna blow her up." "What? No - man...someone will notice..." "No way. We'll just deflate her when we're done." No! Lori thought desperately as David knelt down next to her. Don't blow me up! Unless...maybe if they blew her up she'd be able to move again! How she'd explain this she didn't know, but... Suddenly she felt David's lips on the airtube where her bellybutton used to be. The sensation was exceedingly odd, like having someone suck on one of her toes almost. And surprisingly pleasant. David blew. If Lori could have gasped out loud she would have yelped. She could feel the warm air of his breath moving around inside her, swirling through her body as he blew a long breath into her. It felt magnificent. David blew again, and she wanted to moan. The swirling sensation had risen to a tingle throughout her body. On his third blow, she realized that the tingle was starting to focus in very specific parts of her body. As her body inflated, filling with David's warm breath, she began to get more and more turned on. By the time she was half full, her nipples were aching, and her pussy was throbbing. David continue to blow into her, and her arousal continued to rise. By the time David leaned back onto his haunches, breathing deeply, her body was screaming. If she'd been able to move or make any sound at all, she would have been doing the same. <Please! Oh god please! Please use me!> She sobbed, mentally. <For the love of god please just touch my pussy! Suck my tits! Stick your cocks in my mouth! Please!!!> "Dude..." David breathed, staring at her. "I know," moaned Ed in a strangled voice, "She looks so real! And...I mean...*damn*!" "Not just that...it's *her*!" "Her? Her who?" "My neighbor," David breathed, "it looks *just* like her!" <Yes> sobbed Lori <I look just like her! I am her! I'm the woman you jerked off to while watching me! Now please please please please please use me!> "Seriously? That's kind of fucked up. But you weren't kidding about how hot she is..." "Told you," David said, "I gotta see the rest of her." Lori continued begging him to touch her in silence, and her embarrassment when David slipped off her bikini to expose her breasts was washed away in the relief that he was at least touching her. "Man...look at her tits," Ed groaned, "Just the perfect size...and those little hard nipples..." David grunted in response. Lori was praying he'd start playing with her aching nipples, but he leaned forward instead. From the slightly tilted angle of her head, as David moved down her body, she could see up his shorts...and could see his young, hard and surprisingly large cock. She wanted to scream with frustration - it was just inches away from her being able to lean up and shove her mouth (frozen into an inviting "o") onto it. As she stared into David's shorts, she felt Ed kneel on her other side, and felt his hand slip into hers and lift her arm. "Dude! Check this out! Not only does she feel real, but look!" Ed let go of her arm and it stayed where he had pulled it to. "That's...incredible," David said. Suddenly she felt his hand gently slide up the inside of her thigh. If she thought her arousal had been intense before, the teasing sensation of his hand ratcheted it up a hundredfold. She wanted to scream in frustration and desperation for him to just fucking touch her! "Man...her legs feel totally real! I mean, I can squeeze her thigh, and it doesn't even feel like she's filled with air!" Lori trembled inside as David squeezed her thigh repeatedly. "I'm gonna..." <Oh yes, please...> "I'm gonna take off the bikini bottoms." <Oh yes. Yes!!!> Lori gasped silently in pleasure as she felt David untie the side of her bikini and peel the bottom away from her pussy. "Oh my god," David whispered, "Dude...you gotta see this." Lori felt Ed move toward her hips as the air played over her wet pussy, sending tingles of pleasure through her. Wait...wet? "Oh man...she's *wet*? That's impossible! How does a doll get wet?" "Is it...what do you think it is?" Ed leaned over her and sniffed her pussy. Suddenly his finger stroked one of her wet pussy lips and Lori thought she would pass out from the blast of pleasure even that light touch elicited. If she could even pass out now. Ed brought his finger to his mouth. "Sure *tastes* real." "How do you, uh...know?" "Man," Ed laughed, "you've never gone down on a girl before?" David knelt silently, blushing. Ed stopped laughing. "I thought you and Amy..." David shook his head, his blush deepening. "We've just made out, and I've played with her tits, but never done anything else." There was a long pause while Lori continued praying and begging silently for the boys to do the obvious thing, with a gorgeous, naked, semi-real sex doll laying in front of them. "...I think we should use her." If Lori could have spoken, she would have told Ed that he could take her home with him and have her forever at that moment. "Really?" David said, "I mean...I want to, but..." "Why not? I mean, listen...I've been with a few girls, but none this hot, even if she is fake. And I can give you some tips. She's obviously made for this sort of thing. Here, feel her..." Lori had just enough time to wonder what Ed was doing before she felt him pressing David's hand down onto her wet pussy. She began to shriek in pleasure as David's fingers played inexpertly over her sopping wet, inflated cunt, slipping between the lips, brushing accidentally over her clit. Then suddenly he paused. "Did you hear that?" "Yeah, keep doing that." "nnnnnnnNNNNNN" "Is she...she's moaning!" Ed said, in disbelief. David's fingers resumed their wandering, as Lori screamed internally in pleasure. She felt Ed's hand slide in next to David's and begin playing with her clit, this time with much more authority. "NNNNNNNNN!!!!" "That's un-fucking-believable! This thing has to be some sort of experimental doll or something. I've never heard of anything like it! Dude we have *got* to take her for a test drive." "What...together?" "Sure, man," Ed said confidently, "You get her pussy - it being your first time and all - and I'll use her mouth." <YES! OH GOD YES!! PLEASE! USE MY PUSSY AND MOUTH!!!> "Here, let's move her a little bit. Maybe we'll go in there, just so no one sees us or anything." The sudden drop of pleasure as they both removed their hands from her pussy made Lori want to crawl under a rock and cry. But then she felt herself being hoisted up to stand in between them. She got her first good look at Ed as he stood her up - he was probably almost as tall as Brad, and looked like Adonis with has dark hair and bronzed skin. He turned her around to face David - blond and thin, but still probably half a foot taller than she was, and blushing red as his eyes continued to wander over her naked body. She could feel Ed's hard cock pressing into her back as his arm wrapped around her and lifted her off the ground. "It's amazing," Ed said wonderingly as he carried he over to the poolhouse, "she feels just like a real girl, but she's as light as a blow-up doll. I gotta get me one of these." <Oh yes...I'll be yours...just use me...> The boys stepped into the poolhouse, and Ed set her down on the ground, face down, while David watched apprehensively. Ed knelt next to her and pulled her up into a kneeling position, then folded her down onto all fours. The sensation of being posed was bizarre...and exciting. After a few moments of teasing her legs apart, and tilting her head up so that her happily open mouth was positioned correctly, Ed grunted in satisfaction and stood. "Man...is *that* hot." "So...what now?" David asked nervously. Ed laughed. "Now we fuck her, dude. You get in back and I'll get in front." <Oh god...yes...please...> David stood silently. "What, are you nervous about the size of your cock or something? Dude, don't worry. It's me. And she's certainly not going to laugh at you or complain or anything. Just pull your shorts down." She heard a rustle as David pulled his shorts down and dropped them to the floor. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see his cock pop free and jut out proudly. Ed choked. "Dude," Ed said in a gagging voice, "you definitely do not need to worry about the size of your cock. Holy shit! You make me look small...and I'm not small! You are going to make some girl *very* happy once she gets used to that..." <Oh yes! Me! Me!> David laughed nervously. Another rustle and Ed's swim trunks fell to the floor in front of her. "OK, man...go kneel behind her and grab her hips." "Are you sure you don't want her...pussy?" "Man," Ed laughed starting to kneel in front of her, "don't worry. We've got all afternoon. We'll each have time to try out whichever holes we want." Lori shivered motionlessly in excitement at the promise of an afternoon of being used like the doll she was by both of these boys. And then her minds wandering was interrupted as Ed's hard cock slipped before her eyes, dangling inches from her mouth. He might not be as big as David, but he was plenty big - as big as Brad and probably thicker. She could feel her mouth watering. David's hands grabbed her hips. He seemed to need no more instruction as the tip of his large cock settled against her wet hole. Ripples of pleasure radiated outward through her like a rock dropped into a pond. And suddenly, he thrust deeply into her cunt. "NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!" "Dude," Ed laughed again, grabbing her shoulders and positioning himself in front of her open mouth, "I think she likes it." Ed's comment was something of an understatement. From the moment David's cock slid into her, feeling massive as it stretched her pussy wider than it had ever been before, Lori was shrieking in explosive orgasmic bliss. Each thrust seemed to drive the orgasm higher as her light body bounced back and forth on her neighbor's huge cock. She could barely even focus as she felt Ed's cock settle onto her lip, and then suddenly she was thrust forward onto it to the hilt, her nose buried in his hair. The tip of his cock slipped deep into her throat...and her orgasm doubled. It was like her mouth was another cunt, wet and waiting to be fucked. "GRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!! MMMMMMMMMMRRRRGGGGGGGGGGG!!!" Her groans of pleasure increased in pitch as she pistoned back and forth between the two boys, her super-light body slipping from the end of one cock to the end of the other. Conscious thought evaporated, as pleasure overwhelmed her brain and she became a fucktoy in mind as well as body. Some part of her autonomous sex system kicked in as she realized her tongue could move with a cock inside her mouth, and she began to stroke the underside of Ed's penis as it slid in and out of her throat, eliciting a yelping groan from the boy. "Holy shit! Her tongue is...unh...licking my cock! She's...amazing! You should...ungh!...feel her moaning!" "Oh god, oh god, oh god," groaned David, "ohgod ohgod ohgodohgodohgodohGOD!" For just the barest of moments, the pleasure stopped like a switch had been turned off, leaving Lori in free fall. Her mind was hers again, just long enough for her to think: oh my god! What am I...? And then with a loud grunt David began spraying his warm cum into her sex-doll pussy. And a wall of pleasure unlike anything she had felt slammed into her and crushed her mind like an egg. A big, brightly colored egg, filled with fireworks. In another world somewhere, someone was shrieking with her voice, and in another world beyond that, something was moaning loudly around a cock in what used to be her mouth. But the pleasure as jet after jet of David's cum coated her insides was so far beyond anything she could have imagined, it was like she had gone to heaven. Finally, David's cum stopped spraying into her, and she dropped back to merely incredible levels of pleasure. She sobbed inside, both from the pleasure of Ed's cock thrusting in her mouth, and the loss of that unbelievable orgasm. And then with a grunt Ed came as well. Again, a moment of clarity: Oh my god, this boy is cumming in my mouth! What has happened to...? The wall of pleasure once again slammed into her. Somewhere Ed's cum was spraying deep into her throat as he grunted and grasped the back of her head. And the taste of it was exquisite - salty and warm and wonderful. But her world was filled with the screaming, rippling orgasm that seemed to start in her throat and permeate every fiber of her being. Finally, after an eternity, Ed's cum slowed and stopped, leaving her once again with just the normal massive pleasure from his cock in her mouth. Her moans turned to mewls of pleasure and begging for more, as her mouth continued to slurp at his cock. She let out a moaning grunt around Ed's cock as David popped out of her, large even as his cock was softening. "Oh my god, man...that was incredible. That was...wow. If that's what sex is like with a real girl, I can't wait. I could feel her pussy sucking on my cock...damn." "Oh yeah," Ed moaned, "just wait till you try this end. Mmmm...that's right, dolly. Keep sucking like that." Ed's cock had softened briefly, but as Lori continued to suck on it, tasting his cum, it slowly started to harden once again. Ed looked up at his friend with a grin, sweat glistening on his body. "Wanna switch?" David looked up at Ed, still a little Dazed, and then nodded, grinning back. The next several hours were an exercise in measuring the stamina of the two boys, and the ability of Lori's mind to withstand earthshaking orgasm after earthshaking orgasm. While she was sucking David's cock back to hardness, tasting the flavor of her own pussy on it (and finding to her vague disgust that she *loved* the taste of pussy in her new body), Ed lifted her air-filled body and plunged his cock into her ass. Unlike with Brad last night, there was actual pain at first, but she discovered to her delight/horror that the orgasm she had when he came into her ass was even more intense than those in her mouth or pussy. And so it went. Ed and David alternated, fucking her holes and having her suck them back to hardness and then fucking her again. The worst period (worse even than when they left her alone for half an hour to swim, while she sobbed internally in desperate arousal, floating in the pool next to them), was when Ed gave David pussy-licking lessons. In something of a nightmare, Lori found that while having her doll-pussy licked felt incredible, it merely drove her need higher and higher till it was almost painful. Fortunately it was followed by their experiment in having Ed on the bottom fucking her pussy while David tried fucking her ass for the first time, and the orgasm when both boys came inside her at the same time was enough to leave her dazed and beyond the reach of even her own arousal for a time. "...should we do with her?" As she faded back into awareness, she realized the boys were talking about her, as their cum dripped from her holes onto the concrete. "Well," David mumbled, "I guess we can't really take her with us..." Lori found herself sobbing at the thought of being left like this for who knows how long. Her body longed to be taken with them, for them to be her new owners, as long as they kept fucking her. "OK...let's clean her up and leave her where we found her." The boys hosed her rubber body down with a hose, cleaning her holes out as well - a very strange sensation. By the time they were done, she was aching and begging for them to use her one more time. But they lay her back by the side of the pool and she felt them pulling on the plug to deflate her yet again. <No! Wait! Please...please fuck me again!> She felt and heard the air hissing out of her. She started sobbing in desperate arousal as she began to deflate on the ground. <Please!!! Don't leave me! Don't...don't...> To her shock she found that as she deflated, her arousal seemed to ebb with the air in her body. Her sobs turned from desperate to be fucked, to sudden horror at what had happened. Oh god, she thought, oh my god, I was just fucked by two high school boys! For hours! As a blow-up doll! "Man, that was awesome," David said as the two boys walked toward the fence once again. "Yeah...glad you convinced me to come to the pool with you," Oh god, Lori sobbed inside, how could I have enjoyed that so much. Someone has to... "Lori?!" ...help me! It was dark. Oh lord, hours had passed again. Her feeling of horror - left over from before she'd "paused" turned to one of hope. That was Brad's voice! "Lori? Are you out here?" He had a mild note of panic in his voice as he stepped outside and walked over to the pool. <Yes! Oh god, yes! Brad, I'm right here! Help me!> Her heart leapt as she saw his feet moving towards her, but then fell as he continued past her limp form. "Hmmph," he grunted as he walked by her, "what the hell is that? Maybe those kids *are* coming over to use the pool after all." Through her helpless sobs, Lori couldn't stop herself from laughing pitifully. That's not all they're using now, she thought. "Lori? Man, where could she be?" he muttered to himself, "She wouldn't have left would she? I hope that she wasn't *that* upset about last night." <No!> Lori sobbed <I don't care! I love you! Please Brad! It's me!> Suddenly she heard Brad sigh, and felt him grab her deflated waist. "Well, better get rid of this thing, I guess." Lori's stomach (or whatever passed for her stomach in this state) went cold. Oh god! He was going to throw he away. He lifted her, and flipped her over, holding her up by his shoulders, a bemused look on his face. He stood there for a moment...and his eyes widened. The look slowly began to turn to one of horror as his eyes flicked downward to her pink nipples, noting the mole on the underside of her left breast...the scar where she'd had her appendix out. Finally, swallowing, Brad managed to croak out: "L-Lori?" Lori began sobbing in miserable relief. He recognized her! Oh thank god! It was going to be alright! "H-how...how is this possible!?" <It's the fetish we bought, Brad! I think it turned me into this! You have to find it!> Brad stared at her. Of course, he could hear nothing of her internal wails. Finally, though she continued desperately shouting at him in silence, he folded her over one trembling arm and walked into the house. She felt herself dangling oddly over his arm, her feet swaying against the back of her head. Finally he reached their bedroom, and lay her down flat on the bed, sitting next to her. He stared at her with a horrified expression. "I'm so, so sorry..." he whispered. <It's OK> she thought back <Just get the fetish and destroy it! It'll fix me! I'm sure of it!> "This is all my fault." <What? No! It's not...> "I didn't...I mean...I know I got carried away last night, but I never really thought my fantasy would become real, you know? I didn't *want* it to become real! I certainly would never have wanted this to happen to you..." <Your fantasy? It doesn't matter! Brad - it's the fetish!> "And now," he sniffed, wiping his eyes, "somehow I've wished you into this state! I'm so sorry, honey! I promise - I'll try to find some way to turn you back." Lori realized with horror that Brad had totally forgotten the fetish. He stood up and walked out of the room. <No! Wait! Brad - it's behind the dresser!> He stumbled into the hallway, turning out the lights. <Wait! Come...> <...back!> Lori started as the lights came back on suddenly. She must have been out for some time again. Brad stumbled over to the bed, stripping off his clothes as he went. As he got closer, she could smell alcohol on his breath - he'd clearly had quite a bit of scotch. He fell to the bed next to her, and she felt him fumbling at her bellybutton, making his intentions quite clear. <Wait! Brad! Please, turn me back! The fetish behind the ohhh!> Her mental cries were interrupted as his lips closed over her inflation nubbin, and his hand fell on her crotch. Even though she felt merely "normal" arousal in her deflated form, being touched there certainly felt fantastic. And then he started to blow. Lori groaned in pleasure as warm air filled her once again. Brad's lips on her little nubbin as he inflated his wife felt magnificent, and with each blow, his hand on her crotch became more and more pleasurable. Though she tried to fight the ripples of pleasure going through her body, she could feel herself slipping further and further into the desperate arousal that came with being inflated. <Oh god! Oh Brad, please remember the foooooohhhhhhhh....wait you have to...oh god that feel so...the fetish remember the...oh my GOD. Oh the fe...fet...fu...fuck me! Oh yes Brad fuck me! I am your doll! Use me in my cunt! In my ass! Fill me with your cum!!!!> Her screams started to manifest as moans of arousal as she inflated, finally turning once again into the blow-up doll of the girl who used to be Lori. As Brad clambered over her and pushed her legs back to place his hard cock at her asshole, his expression one of mad lust for his new toy, she began to scream in pleasure, the fetish once again forgotten. One Year Later Lori cried softly to herself as she contemplated her fate. As she did, her mind drifted back over the last year, and how she ended up where she was. For the first few months, things were wonderful. Sure, she was a blow-up doll, and most days would go by with her deflated and unconscious until Brad came home. But it was clear that he found her new state exciting, since almost every night he came home and blew her up and used her two or three times. He would sometimes cry afterwards, apologizing miserably that he couldn't figure out how to change her into a living girl once again. But she was usually to desperately aroused in her inflated state at that point to do anything but moan in the hopes that he'd fuck her again. In her brief moments of coherency when he deflated her but before he went to sleep, she still desperately hoped for him to find the fetish and turn her back, but she realized the possibility was growing more and more remote each day. As time went on, she realized with nervousness that he was starting to treat her less and less like his wife, and more like the sex toy she appeared to be. He would sit in front of the computer, sliding her ass or mouth slowly up and down on his cock, as he viewed porn for hours. Could she have thought about it, she would have been shocked at the size and depth of depravity of his collection - as it was, all she could do was stare at it (when he had her facing that way) and get more and more painfully turned on until he finally came, usually with her screaming and begging for him to come for some time prior. And then one day, he took her out of the closet, and she realized two things. First, it had been weeks since he'd used her, since he'd gone from beardless to a full goatee since their last time in front of the computer. And second, more horribly, Nancy was sitting on the bed, staring at her. Nancy had been Brad's girlfriend before Lori...and had once been one of Lori's closest friends, and her roommate for two years. Until Brad had broken up with Nancy and started dating Lori, that was. Nancy had stopped speaking to Lori, after one drunken screaming match that had left Lori terrified of the taller girl. And now, here she was. The pretty blond girl sat, staring with an unreadable expression at Lori's deflated, naked body as Brad tearfully told the story of what had happened. It was clear that Nancy hadn't believed Brad's story...or so Lori had thought. But as she'd hugged the sobbing Brad, she'd turned her head and stared directly into Lori's eyes...and grinned. That first night had been horrible. She'd been forced to watch as Nancy turned her consoling hug to kisses, and kissing into far more. As Lori stared on, immobilized next to them after Brad had inflated her body to Nancy's incredulous expression, Nancy's clothes came off, revealing her slender body with her huge tits, groaning and giggling as Brad sucked on her nipples. She'd continued to giggle as she freed Brad's hard cock from his pants, while he looked guiltily down at his wife's deflated form...and had groaned as Nancy's lips had slipped over the head of his cock. And then Nancy had turned so her blond pussy was directly over Lori's face. So Lori was forced to lie there and listen to Brad's moans as Nancy expertly sucked on his cock. She was clearly drawing it out as long as possible. Even worse, Nancy was one of those rare girls who got *incredibly* wet when she was turned on...and she was turned on something fierce. Lori whimpered and sobbed to herself as she lay there, staring upward, as Nancy's pussy slowly dripped onto Lori's face, and into her open mouth. Finally, Brad had cum, yelling as loudly as Lori had ever heard him, and Nancy moaned in joy as she swallowed all his cum...and kept sucking. When she gleefully pulled her mouth off of him, Lori could see that his cock was hard again already. Nancy giggled, and turned her body to offer her pussy to Brad. Still positioned directly over Lori's face. Lori watched in horror as Brad looked down at his wife's inflated form, with a conflicted expression...then had scrambled to a kneeling position and thrust his hard cock into Nancy's dripping pussy. He thrust, grunting loudly, while Nancy began to wail in pleasure. Lori had heard Nancy cumming before, and knew that she came loud and long. Lori lay there, insanely aroused and yet miserable as she watched her husband fucking her former best friend directly above her. She watched his glistening cock piston in and out of Nancy's blond-furred pussy...until finally, with a long groan, he slammed hard into Nancy, eliciting a loud squeal, and began spraying his cum into her. After a few moments of gasping for breath, he pulled out and stumbled off of the bed with a sob. Nancy shivered, and turned as if to watch him stumble out of the room...and lowered her pussy directly over Lori's mouth. Lori moaned quietly in protest as Nancy clenched and unclenched her pussy, forcing Brad's cum to dribble out of her, mixed with her own pussy juice, and into Lori's open mouth. Finally, after the last of the cum had dripped out, Nancy turned to face her with a terrifying expression. "Hmmm...I don't know if I believe that that is really you, Lori, but if it is, you'd better get used to getting Brad's cum like that...you're going to be drinking it straight from my pussy a lot from now on." And with a smile, Nancy clambered off the bed to go chase after Brad. Things just got worse for poor Lori from then on. Every time she was inflated, Nancy was there. She rejoiced in the few times Nancy let Brad fuck her, though they were nearly always when she was being forced to suck on Nancy's cunt (it turned out her mouth did that quite well, too...and she even came a little when Nancy came, no matter how she tried to resist it). Every once in a while, she would get to ride Brad's cock while he licked Nancy's pussy. As he had when they were married, Brad would go out of town on business every few weeks...and Nancy would use Lori continuously. She seemed incredibly entertained by fucking Lori's ass with a dildo while she called her degrading names - Lori remembered telling Nancy that she thought anal sex was sick and disgusting while they were roommates. Not to mention how gross she had told her that found the idea of licking another girl's cunt. Most nights Nancy fell asleep with Lori's face between her legs after Lori had licked her to numerous orgasms, Nancy's wet pussy just out of reach to the horribly frustrated Lori, sobbing all night long. And then, one day Lori found herself being taken out of the closet and being laid on the bed by Nancy. As her eyes swept over the room she realized in horror that most of it had been cleared of furniture. She could hear movement in the hallway, and the grunts of men lifting heavy objects. Brad was moving. Nancy sat down on the bed next to Lori's form. She was holding the rubber doll fetish. <OH MY GOD! NANCY! PLEASE! PLEASE DESTROY IT! TURN ME BACK!!!> Nancy, oblivious to Lori's sobbing screams, turned the doll over thoughtfully in her hands. "You know...I'm not sure I ever really believed Brad when he told me you were, well...you. Even with the impossible - and oh-so-enjoyable - skills you possess with that little rubber tongue of yours...well, I just thought you were just some kind of super-toy. "But then I found this under the dresser when the movers came. You know, Brad's been looking for this for...well, since before he and I got back together." <Oh god> sobbed Lori, <He figured it out! It was right there the whole time!> Nancy looked down at her immobile form. "It really is you, isn't it, Lori?" <Yes! Yes, please! Please, Nancy! I'm sorry - just turn me back!> Nancy grinned. And Lori realized in horror that Nancy had no intention of doing anything of that sort. "Well, I guess that it's only fair. From the day I came home to find Brad fucking you on the couch in our apartment, you little slut, I've been trying to dream up a punishment nasty enough for you. Lucky me, you managed to come up with something far better than I could have all by yourself. "You get to be a sex doll for the rest of your life, while I..." Nancy held her hand up in front of Lori to display the large diamond ring adorning her finger. "...I get to marry Brad, like I should have in the first place." <NO! NOOOOOO!> "So, I guess I'll just have to keep this little doll nice and safe in my parents' house. I doubt anyone will *ever* find it. That just leaves the question of what to do with you." Lori sobbed in silence as Nancy licked her lips. "I think I have just the thing..." Nancy lowered her lips to Lori's air-nubbin. Lori trembled inside as she felt Nancy's warm breath blow into her as she started to inflate her. <NO! Please, Nancy! Oh god please just let me go! Noooohhh god...oh god...oh god please...please use me! Please...use me! I'll lick your pussy! Just please - someone use me!> Nancy grinned as she looked down at the fully inflated Lori, moaning softly on the bed, looking for all the world like her old roommate...naked and with an expression of aroused surprise. She stood and called out into the hallway. "Guys? Could you come here for a minute?" Lori moaned in arousal and horror as the two moving guys - large, heavy, sweaty men - walked into the room, and then stopped in shock, staring at the naked girl on the bed. "My fiance...I don't think he's going to be needing this doll again, if you get my drift." The men laughed nervously. "Would you guys like her?" <NOOO!!!! OH GOD PLEASE NO DON'T....DON'T...OH PLEASE! SOMEONE FUCK ME!> The men, still staring at the gorgeous, impossibly real doll on the bed, stumbled over each other as they said yes, sure they would like her! "Great! There's just one catch..." Nancy smiled her most devilish smile as she closed the door. "...I want to watch you both fuck her, just once before you take her away." The moving men stared at the pretty blond woman in disbelief. Nancy smiled and blushed prettily. Lori screamed in horror and desperate excitement, low moans coming from her immobile form. "Just once? It's a thing...just don't tell my fiance," and she winked at the men. Needing no more encouragement than that, the two men stumbled to the bed, fumbling with their pants. Their largish cocks sprang free and flopped onto Lori's body. <NO PLEASE...OH GOD OH GOD YES! OH GODOHGODOHGODOHGOD!!!> Pleasure ripped through her as the two sweaty cocks plunged into her, one into her mouth and one into her pussy. She heard moaning, and out of the corner of her eye, she could see Nancy standing, her hand thrust into her now unbuttoned jeans as she fingered herself frantically, watching Lori fucked from both ends by her movers. And then Lori's mind exploded as her new owners' cocks began to spray their warm cum into her mouth and pussy. She was going to be a good fuck-doll. Forever.