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 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...
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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.
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   "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.