Origins and Dreams – The First Dream

by Shadedsun

This is a multi-part tale; you can read aboutthe original wish here.


Just one more bit of information before I begin this tale in full; there are two techniques that a mage can use to accomplish dream weaving. Well... maybe three, but the third one is boring so I don't consider it an option. There's dream watching, which just allows the mage to see their target's dream as it happens without the chance of interfering with it, and dream walking, which makes the mage a part of the dream and allows him or her to alter some aspects of it. The third is to use neither of these techniques and simply provide power while going about your daily business, which isn't really any fun. So with that out of the way, on to Laura's first dream under my influence.

Laura had gone to bed just a few minutes previously, dressed in simple, practical underwear that she looked slightly uncomfortable climbing into bed with. My guess was she normally slept in the nude, but didn't like the idea of me watching over her like that; she'd lose that inhibition eventually though. Anyway, after setting up the power link between myself and her and kick-starting her subconscious to get her to start dreaming, I cast my dream watching spell and entered her mind.

I materialized in a changing room having lockers and showers, with Laura and a handful of other girls changing out of cheerleader outfits.

“So, Laura, has Tommy asked you to prom yet?” queried a short, lithe Asian girl.

“Yeah, it's only two weeks away now! You two have been going out for three months now, you'd think he'd have asked,” a tall, athletic Hispanic girl chimed in.

“Not yet girls, but soon I think. He's been acting a little weird lately and he seems the type to want to make a big deal out of something like asking me to prom. He's probably just planning some big surprise.” From the look of her, Laura believed what she was saying. Though just after she finished saying it, the showers switched themselves on and started emitting a pink gas throughout the room.

“What's goooiiinnn...” the cute Asian girl started to say before she and the rest of the girls in the room froze in position.

The showers turned themselves off and the gas cleared quickly after that; once it had the door to the locker room opened and a guy walked in, closing and locking the door behind him.

“Surprise!” he announced, after walking up to Laura's frozen form and giving her a pinch on her pert butt. “Thanks babe for bringing me in here last week, but of course you didn't really have much of a choice in the matter, did you? I've got a confession to make Laura: these last three months you've seen yourself as my girlfriend, right? We've been going to movies, spending time together, fooling around a bit – though nothing sexual, you were saving that for prom – and generally doing things typical couples would do. Well, that's all been a lie; you've been my hypnotized slave-girl for the past three months. Whenever we spent time together you were dressed up in sexy outfits, or nothing at all, and carried out my every wish. You've given me more blowjobs than I can count, and our first time together was only moments after I put you under. Of course now I've decided it's time to get a new toy – there's a girl on the swimming team that looks like she'd be fun to play with – so I've decided to get rid of my old toys, and pick up a few extras for sale.”

At this, he started going around the room placing earphones on each of the frozen girls, except for Laura. “These headphones are playing the same hypnotic-induction script I used to enslave you, Laura. Soon, each of your cheerleader friends will become just like you: a pretty doll that thinks she's a person. Once they're done, I'll fill this room with a gas that will release you all from your paralysis, then after school you'll all come by my house one-by-one for your boxing. Of course they all won't know that; each of these girls will just think she has a chance with me for prom since I haven't asked you yet, and each of them will end up packaged and ready for sale. As for you, you won't remember this little conversation, Toy, but you'll come by my house tonight for processing as well. Anyway, the recorded script works fast so, they should be done by now. I'll see you tonight Laura.”

With that he left, and a greenish gas started filling the room. When it cleared, the dream’s scene had changed to the outside of a house, with Laura ringing the doorbell.

“Tommy? Are you home? I need to talk with you!”

The door swung open to reveal Tommy, looking somewhat disheveled,  wearing only a pair of jeans and an undone belt. “Oh, hey Laura, I thought you might come by tonight, come in; I need to talk to you.”

“What do you mean? And why are you dressed like that?” She asked as she followed him into the house.

“Well, Laura, come down to my room and I'll show you.”

Laura had a suspicious look on her face, but followed him anyway. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Tommy turned on the lights to reveal five large colorfully printed boxes. Three of them had figures in them, each dressed up in sexy attire, with other possible outfits packaged in the box with them. Laura didn't pay too much attention to the boxes though, as something else entirely had caught her attention.

“Aya! How could you? Just because Tommy hadn't asked me out, you came here and seduced him?!”

The Asian girl from the locker room slowly dragged herself up from the bed she'd been on and walked over to cling to Tommy's arm. “It's nothing personal Laura; you knew every girl on the team wanted to steal him away from you. I guess I'm just the lucky one.”

“No, all your cheerleader friends have been here today, and while you were one of the best of the group, you're going to share the same fate as them.”

“What? What are you talking about, Tommy?”

“Aya, prepare for packaging!”

At that, Aya's body snapped to attention and all emotion drained from her face and voice. “Yes Master.” she droned.

Laura looked horrified and at the same time, slightly aroused. “Tommy? What are you doing? What happened to Aya?”

“The same thing that I've done to the rest of your friends, and the same thing that's going to happen to you. I'm breaking up with you Laura and I don't like having ex's at the same school as I am; so you, and your pretty friends, are going to be going far away to avoid any nasty rumors you might spread about me. Now, there's a qipao dress in the closet over there that should fit Aya here perfectly. Be a good doll and get it out for me would you?”

“Like hell I... wait? What's going on?! I can't control myself!”

“Of course not, Laura, you've been my toy since our first date, you just never realized it.” Tommy explained as Laura handed him the dress. “Thank you Toy, now strip down yourself, you're next to be packaged. Aya, put on this dress.”

“Yes Master.” came the monotone response.

“What do you mean, packaged? What are you doing to us?”

“Have you not looked around you? When you're done stripping you will examine each of the boxes down here with us. Aya, there is a makeup in the bathroom, put on your programed china-doll makeup.”

“Yes Master.”

At this point Laura had finished stripping and found her way up to the first box. “Oh my god! Leslie!” Inside the box was a Caucasian girl about the same height as Laura; she had less about the chest, and brown hair. She was dressed in a short black skirt, with black pantyhose and a crisp white blouse. Her hair was done up in a bun, and her eyes were framed by smart-looking black framed glasses. She was posed at attention, like a regular plastic doll would be, complete with zip-ties holding her to the back packaging. The box art showed her naked form in various poses, and proclaimed her name as ‘Loveable Librarian Leslie’. It then went on to explain that she would wake-up when removed from the box and she would view the person who woke her as her master, though in her conscious mind she would be her master's girlfriend, not simply a doll to be played with.

This is what you're doing? Selling us as slaves?”

“Yes Laura, though none of you will know it; just like you didn't know you were mine. You'll be living happy false lives, thinking you've found the perfect boyfriend, or girlfriend if a woman buys you, when in reality you'll just be obedient little toys.” By this point Aya had finished with her makeup and other accessories; she stepped into the packaging and Tommy was strapping her in as Laura had moved on to the next box.

Inside this box was the Hispanic girl, who's name was now ‘Beach Beauty Brittney’. She was 'dressed' in a skimpy two-piece swimsuit that had just enough fabric to cover the essentials and practically nothing else.  Her curly dark-brown hair provided a nice frame for her made-up face, which held the requisite plastic-doll smile. “Brittney,” breathed Laura before her body moved on to the next box “I'm sorry.”

At this point Tommy came up behind her. “I'm quite fond of this one actually; I almost chose her as my cheerleader toy, but she had a boyfriend at the time and that would have been messier than I'd have liked.” Inside the box was a busty little Asian girl, and when I say little I mean it; she couldn't have been taller than five foot two, but had somehow developed DD-cup breasts on her slim figure. The box gave her name as ‘Fuckable Fuko’, and her frozen form was clad in baby-doll lingerie with a Chinese-inspired pattern. “I expect she'll fetch a good price when I sell her, though using her might be a little awkward due to height differences.” Laura just looked at her packaged friend with sadness in her eyes before Tommy guided her to the next box.

Inside this box was a tall black girl who was about as well developed up top as Fuko. “I have to admit, I'm surprised that ‘Titillating Tina’ here ended up in that box as easily as she did. I always thought she had a more fiery personality than the rest of you, one that would be too hard to dominate; guess I was proven wrong though. Tina was packaged in the nude, and that allowed Laura to notice something that hadn't been visible on her other friends. “Why doesn't she have nipples?” She asked.

“Oh, that's a side effect of the serum I use to make you girls into living plastic. For some reason it can't do nipples right, so your breasts just become round plastic orbs.” Tommy explained.

“They're all plastic? They don't look it.”

“Neither do you, but you've been plastic for a month now.”

“But I still have nipples!”

“You just think you do.”

“I still eat and breathe!”

“Yes, your body can do those things; they're necessary for you to emulate a real human, but you don't need to do either of them. You've also been under strict orders from me to not show your breasts to anyone else; we can't have outside people know our little secret, eh?”

“So you're telling me I haven't even been human for the last month?”

“Exactly right, Toy. But enough about that, take a look at how Aya turned out.”

They had arrived at the next box, and inside was Aya, looking like a fighting game character where the characters clothes take the brunt of the damage. The Qipao she'd been given had been torn in various places and her entire left breast was exposed. She held a small, thin sword in her right hand, and her hair looked like it had been done-up, and then artfully messed up in certain places to give just the right disheveled-sexy look. Her makeup was flawless however, reinforcing the image of a video game character. Her box art called her ‘Action Aya’, and promised that playing with her would be a mind-blowing experience.

“Well Laura, it's time for you to go into your box.”

“Don't I have to be prepared first?”

“Yes, but that won't take too long; you're used to putting this on, after all.”

Tommy tossed Laura her cheerleader uniform, and without bothering comment, she began putting it on.

“Don't look so glum, Toy. You've had fun these last few months right? You told me multiple times at school – where I couldn't exert direct control over you – that you were the happiest you've ever been. So even if those memories weren't real, you were still happy, right? You had me – who you perceived as the perfect boyfriend – beside you at almost all times. You're unhappy now because that illusion has been destroyed, but when your new owner opens you up you'll be just as happy with him – or her – as you were with me. And your friends will be in the same position. In fact, I've done you a wonderful favor: since you're now just living plastic dolls, you girls won't age anymore; you'll get to keep those amazing bodies for eternity.”

“I have enjoyed these last three months, Tommy, I'm just sad that you've ended them. I don't know if you knew this, but I had my room at home wired up with all kinds of video and sound surveillance equipment a while back to see if I sleepwalk. Remember that first week of our 'relationship', when my parents went on vacation and you spent the time at my house? My equipment caught it all. I knew back then I was just your hypnotized toy, and I didn't care. I don't even mind what you're doing to me now; I know I'm going to enjoy it. I'm just sorry I didn't call you out on this earlier, maybe I could have avoided having my friends being caught up in my fetish.”

“Well, well. I never would have guessed that, but don't feel bad for your friends Laura. If you'd called me out then I'd have shipped you off early and gotten to them through Fuko. These girls were destined for these boxes one way or another. Speaking of boxes, you're almost ready for yours.”

While they had been talking, Tommy had straightened Laura's hair and given it a few pink highlights using some various liquids. He'd then pulled it back into a pony-tail, and had guided Laura over to the makeup table, where she had begun to prepare her face.

“I guess I just need to be strapped in now, right?”

“Yes. Stand here.” She did so as Tommy started pulling the zip-ties that attached her figure to her plastic backing. Locking her body into the same pose her friends had been in.

“Ok, before I put you into your box, which will place your mind into stasis, I think I owe you a look at it.” Tommy said as he turned her around.

“Lusty Leader Laura?”

“I wanted to keep the alliteration theme and have you dressed in that cheerleader outfit; you look the part of the stereotypical cheerleader after all. This is what I was able to come up with.”

“I suppose it's fitting. So, is this goodbye?”

“It is.” Tommy leaned in and kissed Laura, a kiss she responded to with passion.

“Just so you know, I think you'd have been a good real boyfriend...”

“I'm sure you'd have been a good real girlfriend too. Goodby, Laura.”

With that he pushed her into the box, and the world dissolved around me.

“A very interesting dream Laura. Did that have any basis in reality? Or was it just a fabrication of your mind?”

“It... Tommy was my first boyfriend. He dumped me two weeks before prom for my friend Aya on the cheerleader team. I guess I never fully got over it for my dream to choose that episode as its subject matter.”

“Apparently not. Now, it's only been the first night, so I doubt anything has happened, but do you feel any different?”

“I can't say I do.”

“Not surprising, since your desire is rather intricate, so what is likely to happen is that a bunch of changes will happen at once, rather than things gradually changing over time. Though there will be stages to that, for now just go about your life as you normally would. We'll make sure each morning before you head out that nothing has happened that would change your routine too much.”

“Alright, thanks Quill. You can go do whatever it is you do in that lamp when you don't have a master.”

“I don't suppose you'd be willing to take off that underwear of yours and give me a nice parting image to remember you b– Ack!”

“Shoo before I fling the next one.”

“Alright, I get the message. See you tonight.”


Continued in Part 3: The Second Dream

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