by Paul G. Jutras

Samantha walked in the dorm house, looked at the lock and then in the dorm mistress’s room. The plus size woman was dressed in a black blouse and flats, a black with white palm tree design jacket and a skirt with dark brown nylons. She knew there was only a half hour before she made her rounds and called lights out.

Upstairs, roommates Christine and Alex waited on their beds. Like their friend Sam, both were petite and lovely looking. Chris and Alex both wished to be models when summer came around.

“Hi girls,” Sam said as she entered the room. Each girl had a similar outfit on. Samantha had a white tank top and loose pink skirt and thongs. Christine had a white tank top with a blue mini skirt and a two inch heel thong while Alex had a white tank with pink skin tight bike pants and six inch heel thong shoe.

“Ready to send a new story?” asked Sam.

“Ready.” Samantha said as the other girls noticed cum slowly sliding down her legs in a sticky goo. When the other girls looked at her, she looked down and blushed. “So, I like getting into the part.”

The girls all signed on to their favorite web site, Timeless Beauty. It was a story site where women were turned into robots, mannequins, dolls and other objects. There were times where Sam and Alex imagined that not only were they models, but mannequins. Mannequins that was forever young and beautiful. Their timeless beauty would always show off the latest fashions. Sam, on the other hand, had loved the love dolls stores. Being one who could never get enough sex with either guys, or girls, she would pretend to be a love a frozen love doll when making out. Sometimes, like her date earlier that night, she got so into her role that she would forget to clean up afterwards.

“Look at this,” Chris said as she pointed to the monitor screen. “I got an instant mail.”

“What's it say?” Sam asked. “Some boys asking us out to a party?”

“It says that someone who loves the stories on site also has the powers to make them come true,” Chris said with a giggle. “Like Alex and I could really become beautiful mannequins poised in a window while you’re having sex whenever your owner inflates you.”

“Must be some kind of gag,” replied Sam.

“Should we go to the address?” asked Alex. “It’s local, down by the warehouse district.”

“Why not,” Chris suggested. “We’ve all taken self defense classes. We’re old enough to take care of ourselves.”

The next morning was a Saturday and they had no classes. Sam was dressed in a blue tank top and sweats when she met her friends outside the dorm house. Chris had on white blouse with a black jacket, skirt and open toe pumps while Alex had on a purple dress, stockings and pumps. “Whose car are we taking?” Sam asked.

“Mine,” Chris said they headed for the campus parking lot. “Let’s go.”

Soon they were down by the docks. They followed the addresses at the warehouses to the one they were looking for. They entered the place only to find the run down outside was a façade for an advanced lab installation inside. They felt totally out of place and expected to be thrown out when a man in a white lab coat came up to them.

“Are you Christine, Alex and Samantha?’ He asked.

The three nodded as he signed for them to follow him. They entered a small office and sat down before a desk. The man sat down before saying, “I’ve really liked the stories you posted on the timeless beauty web site. We use the site to find those who are willing to find their happiness in different forms, while making my company secretly rich. You really can become mannequins or dolls!”

“We’ll be young and forever wearing the newest fashions?” asked Alex, jokingly. “Sign me up.”

“I can’t wait not to have to worry about bills or wearing hot, itchy clothes again.” Samantha said. “One new love doll life for me.”

“Okay then.” The man said as he got up from behind his desk. “Should we get started with the mannequins first?”

The three girls followed the man out of the office and into the plant. They were all asked to disrobe. Chris and Alex was asked to stop at their bra and panties while Sam was asked to remove everything. The three felt a little self conscious about being naked or almost naked and all, but the thrill of the future warmed them to the point they didn’t feel the chill in the air.

Chris and Alex had a special mannequin stand placed in their rears, then attached to a pump. It created an odd feeling they knew they’d be feeling a lot of in the future. So they had better get used to it now. “What’s going on?” Chris asked.

“As we speak, nanites are being pumped into your systems and are re-writing your structure from an atomic level up. You’ll see and hear everything around you. The tiny robots are even program to give you mental orgasms when some worker touches your bare plastic skin during your dressing and undressing.”

Holding their pose became easier and easier. Their bodies started to feel stiff, then solid. Soon even if they thought of moving an arm or leg, they found they could not. Evening blinking became impossible as Sam moved around them and saw a blank gaze staring back at her. “Are you sure they're all right?”

“Yes, of course,” a scientist said with some assurance. As he removed Chris’ hair; which had become only a wig, he attached a wire to it and them to Sam’s head. “Just think to her; she'll hear you.”

“Chris are you okay?” asked Sam, while concentrating.

“This is fantastic.” Chris’ voice echoed in Sam’s head. “I’m really a living mannequin. I can’t wait to be dressed in something pretty and displayed in a store.”

"Me, too!" echoed Alex.

“What do you think of the process?” The head of the company asked.

“I’m happy that they’re so happy.” Sam said with a smile. She watched the scientist cut off the girls' bra and panties to show their firm breasts that remained in place and their sex transformed into smoothed over plastic like any mannequin.

“Guess unless you end up in lingerie you won’t be wearing much of these anymore,” The man said as his men proceeded to cut into the girls wrists, right leg, and waist so they could be made to be disassembled and assembled like any mannequin.

They girls had the special lab mannequin poles replaced with regular mannequin poles and were packed in crates to taken to the warehouse. “We’ll contact the store owners that know the type of work we do. While I can’t say they’ll be shipped to the same place, where they do go the will treat them with the best of care. These most realistic mannequin displays after all have made their stores among the most famous and richest in the world.”

“Now for you, Sam,” said the man.

Sam walked with the man into another lab and was asked to get onto a medical type of table, like the one her sister was examined on when she was going to have a baby. With her feet in the stirrups, she noticed that the table was fitted with restraints so she couldn’t move.

A dildo was stuffed in her mouth so it was fixed in an O-shape around it. A similar pump was put into her as had been put into her friends. She knew that the tiny robots were working on her as they had Chris and Alex.

Sam watched as her breasts swelled up in cup sizes and her vagina bloomed open so anyone who wanted to use it could enter. She tried to close her eyes and imagine being used over and over again by some man. That was when she had already noticed her eyes were stuck in the open position.

She stared at the rest of herself to see her skin take on a rubbery latex look to it. Her fingers fused together like mittens while her toes fused together to make her feet single strips of rubber. The last thing she noticed was a plug growing up of the belly button before the machine shut down.

“You’ll mentally orgasm every time you’re used, dear,” The man promised. “It’s not going to be exactly the same as the orgasm as the live sex you’ve been use to, but I’m sure you’ll love it.”

As he pulled her plug and deflated her, even the release of the air that allowed her to hold her shape caused repeated orgasms until she was a flattened stripe of rubber. He rolled her up and bagged her for shipment to a special friend that he knew would love for years to come.

The last thing Sam heard before being boxed up was the man say: “Don’t worry dear. Love dolls have a standard selling contract that states when the owner dies, the doll is returned to the company for resale. You’ll always have one loving owner or another in the future.”


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