"Sorry, Nicole, looks like your article will never be filed..." he said shaking his head. Nicole then slipped into darkness...
Nicole glanced at her watch as she waited patiently in the
visitor's lobby of Accessories, Inc. She had been invited by the
customer relations office of the company to visit the newly formed
headquarters in her capacity as a freelance writer. Flicking
aside her jet black hair, she admired the tastefully decorated area she
was in though previous experience had taught her appearance was not the
only thing that mattered in today's business world.
"Ah, Ms. Johnson, sorry to keep you waiting. I was just checking
on how our latest orders were doing in the processing department," said a middle aged man who entered from the opposite end of the
lobby. Dressed in a dark blue business suit and carrying a thick
bundle of folders under his left arm, he crossed the lobby to where
Nicole was sitting and enthusiastically shook her hand.
"My name is Larry..Larry Towers, assistant director in customer
relations here at Accessories, Inc. and I'll be taking you on a tour of
our facilities today as well as answering any questions you might have
along the way. If you'll follow me, Ms. Johnson, I can start
showing you our facilities," Larry said with a warm smile.
"Call me Nicole, Mr. Towers. Thanks for arranging a tour for me
on such short notice of your plant. Judging by the buzz you've
created in the retail business sector, I'm curious how you've managed
to build such a positive response in the short time your company has
been in business," Nicole inquired as she pulled out a small notepad
and pen in preparation for note taking.
"A good question, Nicole. I would say that it would be our commitment
to making sure each and every client who contracts our services is
satisfied with the product we deliver to them. That's why you
won't see any sign of an assembly line anywhere in the plant. All
our products are hand made according to our client's requests and
are shipped in as little as 48 hours after receipt of payment," Larry
exulted as he pointed towards a display window that showcased numerous
display mannequin forms the company sold.
Nicole looked at the various forms in the display that ranged from 3/4
torsos to bra and panty forms before turning back to Larry. "These are nice looking display forms but frankly nothing I haven't seen
before at a plant that produces similar merchandise. Would it be
possible to see on your tour how exactly your company uses the personal
touch when it fills its orders?" she asked inquisitively.
A brief look of consternation crossed Larry's face before it was
quickly replaced by the broad smile he had before.. "No problem at
all, Nicole. In fact, I was just about to show you the area
where we begin the whole process," he said smoothly.
The two proceeded down a long, brightly lit hallway and made small
talk along the way. Larry paid several compliments to Nicole
about her looks and asked her if she had ever considered modeling for a
living. Nicole, accustomed to having the subjects of her articles
try and flatter her, brushed off the remarks and said she really had
never given it much thought.
"Well, here we are, Nicole. This is the room where we interview
and photograph models to be matched up with client's requests whether
they are for a blonde mannequin or bra form for displaying D-cup
bras. Each woman is tailor made for the client," Larry
exulted as he opened the wooden door and ushered the reporter in.
"I see though I'm a little confused by your last statement.
Don't you mean that each display unit is configured for each client?" Nicole asked as she looked around the room and noticed the wide range
of women there, from a pretty 20ish redhead to a dark haired Asian woman
wearing a matching dress.
"Why..uh..yes, of course, Nicole. I'm just so used to answering
similar types of questions from prospective clients that I got my words
mixed up," Larry replied looking a little flustered. "Next up on the
tour is the area where we ready our products for shipping."
The two headed back out into the hallway and down to where the
building's elevators were located. Larry and Nicole entered the
empty elevator and Larry pushed the floor button for the area four
floors down. As they descended, Nancy mused to herself over
Larry's earlier mistake. He seemed a little TOO glib in his
response... almost as if he was covering something up.
When the elevator ground to a halt, the doors slid open and
Nicole stepped out into what appeared to be a very large floor filled
with numerous boxes of all different types and sizes. She spent
the next twenty minutes or so being shown by Larry how each display item was
wrapped in protective packaging before being placed in the appropriate
box and shipped out on one of the company's fleet of delivery vehicles
or by plane at the local airport.
Nicole was about to ask if there was anything else Larry was going to
show when a loud beeping sound rang out. Larry pulled aside his blazer
and checked the pager that he was wearing on his waist before looking
at Nicole. "Nicole, if you could wait here for a minute while I
attend to a small matter, I would appreciate it. I shouldn't be
long in taking care of this," he said apologetically.
Nicole nodded in understanding and watched Larry hurry off to a door at
the opposite end. She spent the next few minutes wandering
around peeking into various empty boxes and looking over sealed ones
and the destinations indicated on them. She had just wandered
around a large stack of boxes when she heard two men come out of a
nearby door, carrying a nude mannequin between them. They didn't
see her behind the stack as they walked towards a far corner with the
mannequin in tow.
Curious, Nicole peaked around the corner and saw that part of a
cardboard box had wedged itself into the doorway preventing the door
from closing completely. Walking quickly over to the door, she
noticed the electronic keypad next to the door and guessed that the
area behind the door was restricted to a select group of workers in the
plant. Nicole's instincts as a writer took over and she quietly
slipped herself between the door and frame into the hallway behind it.
A blue and white tiled hallway stood before Nicole lined on the left
wall by photos that dated back ten years at least. Nicole walked
down the hallway quickly giving only a cursory glance at the
photos. If she had stopped and looked for a minute or two, she
might have noticed all the women depicted seemed to be mannequins... very
realistic ones at that.
Nicole stopped at the door that marked the end of the hallway and noted
it was closed with the same type of keypad mounted next to it.
Disappointed, she peeked into the small window that was in the door for
a look at what laid in the room beyond. The scene she saw was
such a sight of horror that it shook her to the very core of her
being.
The woman in the black dress was in the room with a look of
disorientation visible on her face. A man and woman on either
side of her were helping towards what looked like a standard mannequin
rod in the middle of the otherwise barren room. The only thing
different about the rod was the top seemed to be made of soft pink
plastic rather than the cold steel like the rest of the rod. Nicole
didn't have time to puzzle over why the rod was constructed like it was
before it became readily clear to her.
The Asian beauty was lifted up and impaled upon the rod by the people
on either side of her with no sign of struggle whatsoever. After
a few seconds, the look of confusion on her face gave way to one of
intense erotic pleasure that was accompanied by the rod starting to
vibrate noticeably. The vibration was accompanied by a humming noise
that was loud enough for Nicole could hear out in the hallway.
However, what happened next was a sight that Nicole never imagined
could be possible. The impaled woman's flesh began to slowly
change in color and texture until it resembled shiny tan plastic.
Her breathing seemed to cease altogether and her eyes stopped moving or
even blinking at all. Her left hand and arm seemed to lock in
place in front of her with her right hand planted firmly on her
hip. When visible lines started to appear on the transformed
woman's wrists, Nicole realized what had happened.
"My
God, she's been turned into a..a Mannequin... a lifeless inanimate plastic
dummy..!!!" Nicole thought to herself as she watched the two pick up
the new
mannequin figure and carry it out of the room to an unknown destination. The
rod beeped several times as if it was resetting before falling silent
with a small monitor at the bottom of the stand indicating its "standby" status.
Nicole raised her hand to her mouth in horror as she backed away from
the door. She was about to turn and dash out of the room and get
out of this madhouse when a familiar voice called out from behind her.
"Ahh,
Nicole... This is most unfortunate; I am so sorry you've stumbled into this area . I had
hoped your visit would result in more clients but now I'm sad to say
you'll have to join our other lovely ladies as part of the company's
inventory." Larry called out as he advanced towards her carrying
what looked like an electric stun gun.
"Well,
Larry, I guess you've got me... NOT!!" Nicole snarled while
simultaneously planting her right knee deep into Larry's crotch.
As the pr man tumbled to the floor, moaning in agony, Nicole ran around
him and back out into the packing/loading area. Unfortunately,
she saw no doorway which would lead outside so she decided to retrace
her steps.
Nicole had managed to get back to the area just outside the interview
room when she detected the strong scent of gas in the area. Unsure whether it was a remnant of what was possibly used on the women
she saw before or was an attempt by the company to halt her escape, she
held a handkerchief to her mouth and hurried down the hallway.
She
finally made back to the lobby where this insanity had all started from
and spotted the door leading to the way outside. Unfortunately,
when she grabbed the doorknob on the door in question, she felt a sharp
surge of energy travel up the hand that was on the knob and
quickly spread through her body. Nicole slumped to the floor
reeling from the electrical shock she had received. The last
thing she saw before she slipped into unconsciousness was Larry
standing over shaking his head.
"Sorry, Nicole, looks like your article will never be filed..." he said shaking his head. Nicole then slipped into darkness...
When
Nicole came to, she found herself wearing nothing more than a flimsy
black mini-skirt with her upper body completely bereft of clothing.
She tried to sluggishly move her arms to cover herself but found her
arms being held by the same two people she had seen before. When
she lifted her head to see where she was, she saw Larry standing in
front of her shaking his head as he leafed through her notebook.
"You know, Nicole, I honestly did want you to write the article you came
here for but unfortunately you've seen too much of our
operations. I guess we'll have to add you to our inventory now
for a future buyer. The process which you observed through the
door before will now be experienced by you first hand.
Unfortunately, this time, you'll be unable to take any notes about it!" Larry said with a voice tinged in irony. He signaled the two workers to proceed.
"Noooooo..!!!!" moaned Nicole as she felt herself being picked up by
the two workers and carried over to a waiting stand that looked very
similar to the one she had seen before. Before she had a chance
to try and break free from her captors, she felt herself being impaled
onto the pink rubber shaft that composed the top of the stand. A few
seconds later, a loud PING! was heard emanating from the bottom of the
stand.
Nicole had
steeled herself for what she expected to be a most painful experience
but instead found the insertion of the rod to be a most erotic
experience. She felt feelings of pleasure spread through her body
and her skin seemed to tingle as if it was being touched by thousands
of probing fingers all over. She felt herself pulling on the
skirt in front of her as a result of the sensations even though a tiny
part of her was screaming to resist the feelings.
However,
whatever resistance Nicole might have summoned crumpled away as the
sensations grew stronger by the second. She became so overwhelmed
by the feelings that she was completely oblivious to the changes that
were taking place to her physical self. Her skin was changing
rapidly changing into smooth plastic with no signs of any humanity
visible anywhere. Thin lines became visible seemingly out of thin
air around her wrists, torso and upper right thigh as one would see on
any display mannequin. Her pussy disappeared altogether as it became
smooth plastic much like the rest of her torso. Although Nicole
couldn't see it, she could feel a metal plate forming around where the
rod had been inserted into her anus.
Nicole's
movements
slowed 'till they had halted altogether, much like her breathing had
already. Her thoughts slowly faded away into a sea of blackness
as her whole body became a solid piece of incredibly lifelike plastic.
With a much quieter
PING!!, the rod stopped the process and the two workers moved off to
another part of the factory leaving Larry alone to look on at the
newest addition to Accessories, Inc.'s inventory.
Epilogue
Larry was beaming at the sales figures he was looking at. He had just concluded an arrangement with an overseas contract that called for Accessories, Inc. to ship 4 full-figure mannequins each week for the next month with the only stipulation that they have a wild and exotic look to them.
He looked over at the latest mannequin that had been just brought into his
office per his request.
Nicole looked stunning in the pose she
was captured in as a woman slowly removing her clothes in the heat of
passion. The fact that her breasts, now firm plastic mounds,
were a fair bit larger than his usual models meant to Larry that he
might even have to recommend expanding the line to include full figure
models if Nicole was as popular as he thought she might be.
The ringing of
his cell phone interrupted his musings and Larry realized he was going
to be a busy fellow later that day.
He
remembered that he had lined up another tour for a reporter later
that day...
"Hopefully,
this tour will result in an article being written... otherwise, we might
have to start a new line of display mannequins called 'Reporters'.. Ha!
" he thought to himself with a small mental chuckle as he walked
through the factory to start another day at Accessories, Inc.
THE END