The Collection
By Ordos Tsceri


"So, what do you think?"

"It's… certainly bigger than I expected," Sophie said, taking in her date's apartment.  

Emma giggled by the door, her bright green eyes sparkling and an eager smile on her lips.  Sophie couldn't help but notice that her lover's breasts jiggled ever so pleasantly with her laughter.  She smiled, remembering how soft those breasts felt and how adorably her lover would moan when she caressed them.  She breathed deeply, thankful for the good fortune which had finally brought her to Emma's place.  

Sophie had known Emma for a little over two months now, and they'd been dating for just over five weeks.  She had first met the adorable vixen at a bar where she was trying to forget her company's team-building retreat.  

Emma was there looking for someone.   She smiled and turned down drinks from a half-dozen guys before those glittering green eyes had settled on Sophie.  Sophie still remembered her, swaying her hips so her lavender skirt ruffled about her cute butt as she approached her lone stool.  Her long dark hair was tied in a pony-tail that bobbed behind her, with just a few artful strands loose to dance about her wide-eyed, laughing face.  Even then, Sophie wanted to brush aside those strands, to feel her fingers on this woman's skin.

Sophie knew she was being chatted-up almost instantly… but given the source, she welcomed it for a change.  She was no stranger to amorous attentions; even with her dreadful job she'd managed to keep up her gym membership, toiling to keep trim, firm shape she'd enjoyed in college.  She'd had no trouble finding lovers there, but alas, women willing to dabble or diddle with the fairer sex had proven frustratingly hard to encounter in the real world.  She'd been reduced to using dating sites, and even then she still mostly got trolls screaming fake over her five-food eleven, d-cup, auburn haired photos.  

Still, as cute as Emma was that night, she'd been hesitant to give into the cute girl's flirtatious comments.  She'd learned the hard way not to make romantic decisions after a fifth of vodka, but she enjoyed her time with the excited, beautiful, deep-eyed woman.  

After her hangover departed the next day, she kicked herself over her mistake.  She swung by that same bar every night for a week before she met Emma again, and this time she didn't let the girl go.  After a week of playful chatting and flirtatious teasing Sophie finally invited her new girlfriend to her apartment, where they made their relationship physical.

It had only been getting better and better since.  Sophie couldn't remember being so in love.  She'd smile dreamily through mind-numbing presentations at work, the sound of Emma's laughter trilling in her ears.  She'd catch herself smiling while stuck in afternoon traffic, because she knew she'd hold her cooing lover in her arms in just a few hours.  She was amazing, and Sophie was always looking forward to the nights when they could hook up.

But, oddly, Emma had seemed reluctant, almost bashful, to invite Sophie to her apartment.  It had taken some gentle prying, but finally the cute brunette seemed willing to open up.  

"It's really not much," Emma purred as she beckoned Sophie over the threshold.  "Kitchenette, living room, bedroom, and a bathroom with a tub… It's really not much."

"Larger than I'm used to," Sophie commented.  It was certainly lager than the one she leased… the décor was nice, if a little plain.  There was plenty of personality in the form of a few posters and various odds-and-ends on the coffee table, by the sofa, and atop a desk by the major window.  Sophie wondered why Emma had she been so reluctant to show off her flat.

"This is a really lovely place… I can't for the life of me imagine why you were so reluctant to show it off," Sophie closed the apartment door behind her as she entered.  She'd want privacy for tonight's fun, and with Emma there was no telling how soon that would begin.

"Well…" Emma said walking towards her desk.  "It's not so much the apartment as what's in it… do you remember, a couple weeks ago, I mentioned a special collection of mine?"

"I think so," Sophie replied.  The actual words were a bit of a blur; most of her memory was on the other things Emma had done with her tongue that particular evening.

"Hmm… look around.  Do you see anything… out of the ordinary?"  Emma's smile said this was some type of game.

"Let's see…" Sophie was only too happy to play along.  She looked around the living room.  The posters were certainly odd… there were two, one of a posing model or porn star, the other of a pretty if ordinary girl, completely naked, smiling and waving bashfully.  

She was about to comment on those, but something on Emma's desk caught Sophie's eye.  A stand, like one in a bookstore holding up a new best-seller on a display shelf… only instead of hardcover novel there was a rather large paperback with an illustrated image of a busty woman, absurdly proportioned, perky breasts lifted by her own arms, her hands just barely covering her nipples.  She stood on a beach with legs parted, an artfully rendered glisten about her shaved pussy, offering herself lustfully to the reader.  Butt-length purple hair fanned out behind her, crowning a feminine face with bright blue eyes and full lips being lovingly licked by a supple tongue.  The only other thing on the cover was the word 'Alicia' written in flowing cursive letters along the top of the page.

Sophie couldn't help but blush.  She preferred her porn more animated, more real, but something about this book turned her on… it was so sexual, so open, and there was something more…

"I didn't know you had a hentai collection," Sophie said teasingly, hoping Emma wouldn't notice her blush.  

"Well… I used to," Emma chirped as she approached Sophie.  "For a while, around when I found this beauty, I was all about hentai.  But… that's not what really turned me on about her."

"Her?" Sophie asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I told you last night that I'm a little bit mana-sensitive… not enough to cast spells or anything, but I can sort of feel where it's involved.  I came across Alicia here at a yard-sale when I was a freshman in high school; someone in my neighborhood was moving and selling a box full of manga books with this little beauty buried in the middle.  Bought her for twenty-five cents."

"You keep calling the hentai book a 'her'.  Do I need to feel jealous here?" Sophie teased, looking down on her girlfriend with a wry smile.

Emma giggled, her chest bouncing, the adorable dimple appearing by her cheeks and Sophie wanted nothing more than to lean down and kiss her soft pink lips.  Emma looked up at Sophie and licked her lips before continuing.  

"…Maybe… that collection I wanted to show you… well, Alicia here was my first.  I've had her checked out, appraised by an actual sorcerer and he confirmed my suspicion; this book used to be a person.   Go ahead, open her up.  Notice anything?"

Sophie didn't know what to say.  Her lover had a transformed-people collection… that was beyond weird.  Still, she'd put-up with odder kinks and hobbies in the past… and she couldn't deny there was something sexy about this hentai book.  She decided to at least humor Emma and flip through the thing.

She opened to a random page, and found a detailed make-out session between two nearly identical beauties.  The only difference between the Sapphic beauties were their hair colors, one a normal chestnut brown, the other the dark purple of the cover-girl.  They began the page kissing, then stroking each other, then teasingly picking off their skimpy articles of clothing, one by one… Sophie was surprised to realize this cartoon-porn was bringing a blush to her face, but there was something so intimiate, so erotic about the scene before her…

She flipped a few dozen pages ahead.  It seemed to be a different story.  This time there were guys involved, always a minus for Sophie for something she'd learned to somewhat tolerate in her porn.  She couldn't see much of them, anyway.  Their faces were out of frame or left shadowed and blank.  Their stiff members, however, were very busy with the busty red-head in the center of each picture.  She was busy lavishing as many cocks as she could, licking, stroking, sucking, waving her rear around invitingly, though there were scarcely a panel where there was room there for one more insertion.

Sophie quickly flipped through another few dozen pages.  The scene she settled on was much more her style… two girls were fucking, one licking the other out, and a third figure was approaching.  In the first panels all Sophie could see were feminine curves, but after a few more lines of playful licking the newcomer stepped into the foreground… another busty, gorgeous girl with artfully depicted lips and lusty eyes, only she had no arms, and from the curves of her hips grew dozens of tentacles, like an octopus, each one ending in a cock.

Sophie's eyes lit up.  She looked at the two girls, then the octopus girl, then flipped back to look at the heroines in the previous stories… "it's all the same girl," she said.

Emma nodded, "Alicia stars in every story, in almost every role.  There are little differences… her hair color, her bust size, and sometimes she's a sexy monster of one sort or another, but it's all Alicia."



"Her name is Brittany!  Or, well, it was when she was a person, and I think it suits a poster just fine.  A friend of a friend was able to hook me up with her.  She could tell that this poster used to be a person, and she knew I had an interest in things like this."

Emma's smile grew wistful as she stared at the blushing, waving girl frozen in place against the wall.  "She, the friend's friend, that is, got it from a boyfriend when they broke up, and I couldn't get in touch with him.  She didn't know who the poster was, but once I got my hands on her I did some digging.  Heh, it took me almost a year before I stumbled onto her story.

"I had actually given up, but a friend linked me to a video of this amazing stage magician.  It was a show he performed seven years ago, and it was a blast!  One of his first… 'illusions'" Emma couldn't help but giggle as she spoke the word, "well, he asked for a volunteer from the audience.  A bashful, cute brunette stepped up… although it seemed like her boyfriend suggested it to her.  The camera kind of caught them at a bad angle.  I didn't recognize her until the magician wheeled out a wringer onto the stage.  She introduced herself on stage, and after a little showmanship, some flattery, and a round of applause from the audience, Brittany here was nude and being eased into a magical wringer.  I have the video saved on my hard-drive if you want to see it sometime.  She waved so adorably… but I bet you can tell that from how she turned out.  

"When the trick was over, he showed off the flattened Brittany, already pressed into the background you see her on now.  He said he'd hand her back to her boyfriend after the show, and then he rolled her up and handed her off to an assistant.  I don't know if her boyfriend ever picked her up… maybe that was the boyfriend my acquaintance broke up with, or maybe the magician sold her when no one came around after the show ended.  Who knows how many times she'd changed hands in the seven years since she became two-dimensional?"

Emma approached the poster and gently ran a finger along her nude thigh and leg, "well, she's part of my collection now, and I certainly don't plan on letting her go."

"You think you can turn her back?" Sophie said in a hushed voice.  Starting up at the shyly smiling girl, bashfully waving while cupping her nude breast… thinking of all the places she'd been, of spending the last seven years as a poster… she felt her heart race, her pulse quicken, and a warmth grow between her legs…

Emma giggled, which did absolutely nothing to deter Sophie's growing arousal, "oh, of course not!  I can barely sense magic, I certainly can't do any.  Besides, I don't think it can be undone… normally these types of enchantments, if they're reversible at all, have a settling point of a few months.  No, Brittany up there is a poster for good.  But she's MY poster, and I'm certainly not going to sell or trade her for anything!"

Sophie wondered what went through the girl's mind as she walked onto that stage, as she stepped into the wringer, as she waved at the audience and her boyfriend… she looked innocent, like she was enjoying this, but was still nervous or embarrassed about it.  Could she have known it was permanent?

Sophie shook her head and looked for something else to talk about… Brittany was making her too confused, too warm.  "What about that one?" she asked, gesturing towards the second wall-mounted poster.  This one was more overtly sexual.  A red-headed woman who looked like a stripper or porn actress, huge tits and a toned tanned body, was leaning over, licking pouty lips and extending one finger in a 'come hither' gesture.  Her legs were parted and Sophie could see the woman's other hand reaching towards her pussy, an extended finger not even an inch from her slick labia lips.  'Roxy Moana' was written in scarlet red letters above her, and the background seemed to detail a burlesque house or high-end brothel.

"Ah, that one was no trouble to figure out.  I bought her from an adult video store downtown.  I don't know her birth name, but I don't think I need to.  Roxy Moana was the girl who performed in sexy videos, and volunteered to be turned into a sexy poser when the studio was having hard financial times.  The guy told me it was effectively a retirement package."

Sophie was surprised.  "She volunteered for this?" she asked, not quite believing how a person could willingly choose to become a slutty poster.  She stared at Roxy's chest, and her open pussy, at her inviting lips… damn, she was getting horny.

"Yup!  A few of the porn studios offer retirement packages like that.  Actresses get to stay sexy and get lots of attention, while not ever having to do anything again!  I imagine it's very relaxing… especially after her day-job."

Emma sighed, but the enthusiasm never left her sparkling eyes, "sadly, the studio Roxy worked for went under a week after she was printed.  I'm not sure if they opted for some type of early retirement or if they were collateral for the business when it declared bankruptcy, but pretty much all of the actresses who worked there were flattened and sold.  Some looked rather cross in their posters, but I still would have loved to buy them!  Just didn't have enough money left after picking up Roxy, but ah well.  Every now and then I see if one's popped up online for a reasonable price.  Someday I'll get lucky, and Roxy'll get to see one of her coworkers again!"

"Do… do you know how they… I guess, how they are in there?  Can they still think?  Feel?" Sophie asked, fascination eclipsing her earlier uncertainty and discomfort.

"Just like Alicia.  They're still in there.  They can hear and see things around them, and they can certainly feel.  From what I've read, they're so sensitive that they can physically feel another person's eyesight on them.  That our gazes feel like caresses… or maybe even better; becoming inanimate tends to make one hyper-sensitive and erogenous."

Emma giggled, smiling broadly at her two lovely posters, "I often wonder what they're thinking.  How they like me showing them off to my girlfriend.  What they think when I masturbate to them.  But they can't talk, and they never will, so I'll never know."  

Emma wriggled her thighs together, eyes dancing from her posters to Sophie.  She blushed ever so slightly.  "Oh… give me a moment and I'll show you something really special.  Just… I'll be back in a second!"

With that, the energetic girl darted to the bathroom of her apartment and closed the doors, leaving Sophie staggered under the bizarre weight and arousal of her lover's collection.  She looked around… things that had previously seemed innocuous now hinted at long and strange histories.  The hand mirror that had a serene, feminine face carved in the silver above the glass… come to think of it, its handles had the curves of a waist and hips… There were a couple of models on the desk, about six inches tall.  One looked like the busty PVC anime girls her nerdy brother would shamefully collect, the other appeared to be a catwoman figurine, collector's edition from a movie or game… only the face was subtly different from any rendition of the character she was aware of.  She looked around… there small things, things that probably wouldn't have been expensive to pick up.  Some had vaguely feminine curves subtly integrated into their forms, others just felt… odd.  Sophie didn't know if she was just imagining things now, but just thinking about Emma's collection was… exciting.  

"Ta-da!"

Emma emerged from the bathroom wearing only a pair of delicate black lace panties and a matching bra.  Sophie gasped; her sexy lover seemed so radiant… the bra cupped her full breasts, contrasting vividly with her fair smooth skin, proffering Emma's chest to her ravishing gaze with every slightest movement she made.  Her panties clung so delicately to the curves of her hips, so tightly against her radiant womanhood… Sophie  was almost jealous.

"What do you think?" Emma purred, gracefully moving towards her lover.  The sway of her hips and breasts was almost hypnotic.  Her negligee enhanced her movement so, Sophie couldn't help but yearn to delicately tug it off and properly admire the beauty beneath.

"You look… marvelous…" Sophie murmured.  She gently touched Emma, placing hands along her waist, moving one up until her fingers grazed across the sinfully soft lace of her bra, and the other went questing downward until it felt the warmth of Emma's pussy radiating through her decadent panties.

Emma giggled, making her chest jiggle adorably.  She eased into her lover's arms, breathing in the taller woman's scent as she raised her head and connected her lips to Sophie's.  Her taste was electric, her heat intoxicating, her racing pulse infectious.  

When their lips and tongues parted Sophie managed to breathe, "I take it… those are part of your collection?"

"Mhmm…" Emma purred, nuzzling Sophie's neck.  "A very special part…"

Emma sighed and took a deep breath, gently pushing herself free of Sophie's embrace.  Her hands drifted to her lingerie as she ordered her thoughts…

"About three years ago, I finally worked up the nerve to go to Cosmagic.  I'd saved up a few hundred dollars and I planned to pick up something from their shop.  They always have a wondrous collection of transformed customers, just waiting for a home… well… these two sort of called to me."

She bit her lip as she ran a hand over her lacy bra, her finger tracing the delicate spiraling pattern of her intimates.  Sophie wanted to kiss that lip, to nibble on it, to hear Emma moan beneath her touch, but she could feel the uncharacteristic gravity in her lover's voice.  This was important to her, so Sophie restrained herself.  Barely.  

"Their names were Natalie and Janice, and they were in love.  Passionately, maddeningly in love.  But Natalie had a secret desire; she wanted to be worn.  Janice wanted her lover to be happy, but never wanted to leave her alone.  She knew she couldn't wear her lover every day, and couldn't bear the thought of leaving her alone in a hamper or dresser, so when Natalie went to have herself transformed, Janice came along with her.  The two became this matching set… they're so lovely and sensual… you can just feel their passion, their lust and excitement…"

Emma cast down her eyes, her pale cheeks flooding crimson, "I had to own them… but I wanted to put them to good use… so I talked to the staff and they penciled me in… I walked out with a new pair of panties and a bra, my very first bra and panties… and with boobs and a pussy to match."

A stunned silence descended on the apartment.  Emma's breathing slowed, but she slowly worked up the courage to raise her emerald eyes back towards Sophie's.  She saw her lover smiling.  Sophie took a step forward, gently placed one hand on Emma's hips and another softly against her cheek.  She moved her lips close, until they were right by Emma's ear and Sophie could feel the girl tremble in her embrace.

"That is so fucking hot," she breathed into Emma's ear.

"Squee!" Emma squeed, squeezing her lover again.  Sophie took the opportunity to kiss those lovely lips once more.  Somehow, Emma made a bit more sense now… her boundless enthusiasm, her energy, her delicious girlishness… it all seemed to fit better, and it made her lover all the more wonderful.  She could see it now… a silly boy fascinated with feminine beauty, who on a whim chose to spend the rest of her life exploring it.

"Right now, I just want to fuck you," Sophie breathed once she could tear her lips away from Emma.  Even then she couldn't keep herself from kissing the beautiful girl's neck.

"Mmmm…" Emma murmured, surrendering herself to her lover's advances.  She stroked Sophie in return, and began to nudge her out of her jeans and too-tight top.  With mixed relish and reluctance, Sophie tugged away Natalie and Janice, resolving to explore those two some other time.  
Emma dragged Sophie to her bedroom just as she cast off her own bra, leaving a trail of clothing from Emma's living room.  Sophie pushed the giggling onto her bed and leaped in afterward, pouncing on the squirming, giggling girl.  She looked over Emma's youthful body, her perky full breasts bouncing with the movement of her chest.   Finally, she seized her chance and placed her eager lips on Emma's beautiful breasts, gently kissing each nipple once before she returned, suckling at them, teasing them with her tongue and savoring her lover's delicious moans.  She could play with Emma for hours.

"Wait," Emma breathed when Sophie at last removed her lips.  Sophie obliged, sitting up and pulling herself away from her lover with a great effort of will.  Emma wriggled free and gazed longingly onto Sophie, a wonderful, exciting spark in her eyes.

"What's wrong, Emma?"

"You're amazing Sophie," Emma replied as she slid off her bed.  She opened the top drawer of her simple wooden nightstand before continuing, "I love you.  I want you.  You make me feel so… so wonderful!  And I was hoping… well, I want to show you one more piece of my collection.  This one's very special…"

Intrigued, Sophie lounged herself onto the bed, propping up her head with one arm as she admired her lover.  Normally, she'd have hated an interruption like this… but Emma's collection had been such a turn-on, she couldn't help but anticipate something fun.  Maybe an amorous vibrator?  Or perhaps a witchs' ex turned double-sided dildo?  

Instead, Emma produced a small crystal vial, maybe six inches tall.  Its ruby-red surface shone and glimmered in the room's light.  Sophie could make out a cylindrical base that curved into a woman's hips about halfway up, and from there on the vial resembled an armless, busty woman, locks of curly hair spiraling down past her shoulders.  Her face was beautiful, but frozen in an expression of shock, her delicate eyebrows furrowed in stilled anger.  A piece of cork topped her head, gently nudged into the circular opening of the vial's lips.  

"She… doesn't look terribly happy," Sophie said.  Of all the items she'd seen tonight, this was the only one that seemed upset by her form.

"I wouldn't be surprised if she isn't," Emma cooed, jiggling the bottle ever so slightly so that the dark liquid within sloshed about, shimmering sparks of magical light through the crystal vial.  She returned to the bed and sat next to Sophie, tucking her legs together and resting on her thighs and calves… Sophie thought it was adorable, like a teenage girl at a slumber party.

"This vial was a very wicked apprentice.  She had the gift, and was learning how to use it by studying under a sorceress, Felicia Meadowgrove.  Felicia runs a lovely shop a few blocks downtown... but anyway… this apprentice was skilled, but she had a mean streak in her.  Felicia didn't want to divulge details, but the apprentice soon grew very upset with her mistress' limitations and rules and sought to do away with her.  The spell she had prepared would have bound Felicia into her clit, leeching away her power, but Felicia was cleverer than that.  So now the wicked apprentice is a lovely crystal vial, her own magic enhancing the elixirs she'll contain for the rest of her existence."

"That's… fascinating, but it doesn't really seem like you…" Sophie hazarded, wondering why Emma disrupted their lovemaking for this odd story.

"It isn't.  This isn't the sort of thing I'd usually collect… but Felicia threw her in with another deal.  The mixture inside her… it's a potion."  Emma licked her lips and nudged herself a bit closer to Sophie.  "I don't know what it will do.  The surprise is part of the fun… but she assured me, whoever drank it would join my collection…"

Sophie froze.  Did Emma just ask what she thought she did?  Did her lover just invite her to surrender her life, her future, to join her collection of transformed girls?  

"If you say no, I'll never bring it up again.  We can go right back to having fun.  Things may get serious, or we may drift apart in a few weeks, or months, or years… but if you do drink it, I'll love you and cherish you forever… Please," she asked, "be the first girl to transform for me."  

Emma held out the apprentice-vial a second longer.  She began to retract her hand, to stash the shocked bottled again, when Sophie reached out and plucked it.  With a deft movement of her thumb she shoved the cork away from the vial's rim and raised the ruby girl's crystal head to her lips.  

Sophie could hardly believe what she'd done.  She felt the shimmering elixir rush over her tongue, down her throat.  She tasted its sweetness, overshadowed by the whispering tingle of its raw magic.  But she knew why she did it.  An eternity of love, of comfort, of happy idleness and realized purpose… it was all tempting… but what sealed the deal was a person who became her adorable, sexy woman so she could fit into a pair of panties.  If such beauty, such wonder, such happiness could come from a little impulsivity and magic… well, Sophie licked her lips, making sure not a speck of potion was missed, and smiled to her owner.  

Emma made the most adorable noise of happiness as she lunged forward and hugged Sophie.  "Thank you!  Oh, thank you so much!  I can't wait to see what you become!"

Sophie smiled back, placing the empty vial on the bed beside her.  The former apprentice rolled off the bed and came to a gentle rest, undamaged, on the carpeted floor.  

"I feel… funny," Sophie said after Emma's jubilant hug.  

Emma giggled.  "Well, that's to be expected when you're transforming!  Oooh, your hair!"

Sophie felt the strange, otherworldly tingle of the magic suffuse her.  From that wondrous dancing tingle of the elixir rushing down her throat its teasing feeling had flooded through her, filling every corner of her body.  As its intensity grew she was feeling better and better… it was invigorating, and with each second the tingling grew more pleasurable, more erotic.  She was more flushed and eager than ever when her attention was drawn to her hair.  The tingling grew strongest there, and she felt her naked shoulders and back be caressed by innumerable strands of silky softness.

Tentatively, she lifted a hand and picked a tress of her new long, curly mane.  It was impossibly smooth, like finest silk or satin, and it was bright scarlet.  

Sophie laughed.  "I thought of dying my hair this color once, back when I wore it long, but I decided it would look too artificial."

Emma giggled, "That won't be a problem now!"

Sophie's laughter was cut short by a gasp of shock and pleasure.  The hand that examined her gleaming crimson hair jerked back of its own accord.  So did her other, and it wasn't until she had lost her balance and toppled onto her back did she realize why; her arms were shrinking!  She watched with amazement as they vanished into her shoulders, inching away quickly until she could only wriggle her fingers goodbye as they were absorbed away.  

A similar sensation drew her eyes downward.  She let out a bemused laugh as she saw her long legs recede into her hips.  This time, Emma teased and kissed her retracting shins and toes as they vanished, until her tongue traced the smooth curve of her Sophie's hips.  Completely limbless, Sophie could only wriggle herself; she felt so helpless, so immobile… but then again, she was becoming an object; what need would she have of limbs?  The absurdity made her laugh; she was having far too much fun with this to worry now.  It was all so delirious, so tantalizingly erotic, so much fun… she couldn't wait to see what happened next.

"You're so cute!" Emma cooed, running her arms around the smooth knobs of Sophie's bare shoulders.  Sophie moaned in response; feeling Emma's warm hands where her arms once were, in the new smoothness of her limbless joints, felt delectable.  "Wow, your skin's soft too… softer than ever before…" Emma continued, nuzzling her limbless lover.

The tingling intensified, like an invisible lover whispering gentle kisses along her skin.  Sophie wanted to touch herself, to feel every inch of her changing body, to relish in this wondrous heighted sensation, but course she couldn't do it now.  Nor would she ever do it again, she realized, and the thought only seemed to make her hornier.  

She felt a pressure erupt within her, pushing her chest and ass from the inside.  On her back she could see the curves of her breasts rise, growing larger until their welcoming round masses were larger than cantaloupes.  Sophie would have killed to show off tits like that as a woman, and smiled at her new endowments with pride.  Emma giggled and nuzzled them with her nose, sending shivers of delight through Sophie's prone form.  Sophie barely noticed her bottom being pushed up by a more rounded, squeezable butt; its tingling warmth overshadowed by Emma's activities.

Sophie did notice when the skin about her breasts began to change color.  Even as Emma kissed and rubbed her cute nose against Sophie's expanding pillows her fair skin blossomed into a light, rosy pink.  "Oooh, wow!" Emma giggled at the change.  She ran a hand over Sophie's massive, perky pink boobs.  Sophie opened her rosy lips in a moan of helpless enjoyment; her breasts have never felt so good.  Curiously, no noise came from her parted lips.  Sophie guessed she wouldn't be speaking anymore… and that only seemed to make this change, her new existence, all the more exciting.

Emma looked over her transforming lover.  She saw her pink skin change texture, and finally understood what the potion was turning Sophie into.  She raised herself above Sophie, parting her legs to straddle her lover-turned-toy, her naked pussy brushing against the curve of Sophie's hips.  Her lover wriggled adorably between her legs, a delicate lacy frill creeping along her sides, where her seam would be.  Emma touched it and watched Sophie squirm and breathe in with silent ecstasy.  The decadently soft decoration was only about an inch or two long, and it trailed Sophie from her smooth shoulders to her curvy hips, making the elaborate lover's pillow look more feminine and decorative.

Finally, four brilliant scarlet-red ribbons wove their way out of the smooth roundness of Sophie's shoulders and hips, their long feminine tassels standing in for her vanished legs.  The features of her face softened into decorative fabric features and ornate stitching, ruby-red lips still moving in silent wonder as she beheld her new body.

Emma came, girly wetness spilling from her loins and soaking into Sophie's hip.  She sang out in her orgasm, thrusting her hips into Sophie's soft, giving form.

Sophie felt divine.  She was beautiful, wondrously helpless, sexy, and in the embrace of the woman she loved, who'd own her for the rest of her life.  She could feel her owner's wet sex dripping into her, feel her liquid lust in her fabric and cushy stuffing, and it struck a note through the pleasure she was feeling from every touch and caress of her plushy body; pride.  She was such a wonderful pillow, she'd made her owner cum!  

Emma wound down, panting from her exhileration, and collapsed onto her bed right next to Sophie.  Sophie found she could still move, ever so slightly.  She titled her serene, pleased fabric head towards her lover.

"You're amazing," Emma panted.  She looked to Sophie, adoration and passion coloring her sparkling eyes.  "I promise I'll clean you up tomorrow.  Hand-wash, of course."  She reached over an arm and grabbed Sophie, pulling her closer.  Yawning from her exertions she smiled mischisveiously, and quickly pulled Sophie upright, balanced on her plump, round cushiony ass.  Quickly, she cast-off the sheets they had played atop and tucked herself beneath them, tugging her lover-turned-pillow in with her.

She wrapped her arms around Sophie, hugging the pillow and burying her head in the twin cushions of her breasts.  She gently nuzzled them until she found just the right position.  Idly, she played with one of Sophie's tassels, fidgeting the satin red strand between two of her fingers.

Sophie felt her lover's heat, her warmth permeating her still body.  She was just a torso and head now, stuff with soft down and eminently suited to be her lover's play-thing.  Emma was hugging her, holding her almost entirely inanimate form close to her own, resting her head against her billowy breast… and it felt so right.  So perfect.  She would be the best pillow Emma had ever owned, and best yet, she was aware to relish her new role in life.  She loved this wonderful woman, and was happy to be of use to her.

The tickling of her satin ribbon was wonderful, an erotic teasing of the sensitive decoration that had replaced her arm.  So beautiful and helpless and sensitive within Emma's loving embrace.  

"Good night, Sophie," Emma murmured into Sophie's fabric body, warm beneath her sheets and hugging the Sophie's supple, giving form.  

Sophie could tell from her lover's breathing that Emma fell asleep soon afterward.  She still held onto her, squeezing her, and occasionally rubbing herself against Sophie's lower parts.  Sophie loved every minute of.  Watching Emma sleep was so satisfying… feeling her touch, hump her, hold her… every inch of her fabric skin felt divine, and every grazing touch was powerfully erotic, but amidst all the pleasure seeing her lover's sleeping form gave her a warm, happy reassurance; she was a good pillow, and she made Emma happy.  

Sophie wouldn't sleep at night.  She'd spend the long hours of darkness savoring Emma's attention, reveling in her trust and love.  She was hers now, and it was the most magnificent thing Sophie could have dreamed of.  


Epilogue: Four Years Later

Emma swirled into her bedroom, her pink nightie tickling her hips and taunt tummy with its own swirling movements.  Tanya had turned out remarkably, the butch girl slipping into delicate embroidered roses and silken ribbons with wondrous artistry.  She'd become Emma's favorite sleepwear since her change five weeks ago, and Sophie rather appreciated the soft girl's delicate brushing of her own fabric skin too.

Sophie silently admired her owner from the bed.  She especially loved how Tanya did nothing to conceal Emma's full breasts or proud nipples, and she could see those adorable nubs hardening under the former girlfriend's caress.

It had been a bit odd, at first, to see Emma bring home other dates.  It wasn't hurtful, as Sophie had imagined, but rather… a bit odd to fully conceptualize that she was Emma's pillow now, and not her girlfriend.  At first it seemed disconcerting, a poignant reminder of what she'd given up… but bit by bit the idea grew on her.  By the time Emma brought her second post-Sophie girlfriend to the apartment, Sophie had settled happily into her role.  She even enjoyed her role in their foreplay, and relished spending that night under both their exhausted heads as they curled into each other's arms.  

That girlfriend was Gwen something-or-other… and Sophie got to see her become a lovely pair of ruby-red high-heeled shoes a couple weeks later.  If memory served, Emma had worn her on her most recent outing.  

In the last four years, she'd brought home sixteen girlfriends, fourteen of whom were now part of her collection.  Most of them were out in the living room, so Sophie could only see them on the nights when Emma picked her up and brought her to the sofa for some snuggling in front of the TV… and she was usually too preoccupied with Emma to pay much attention to the new additions to the decor.   From where she laid, propped up on her tits on Emma's bed, she could see the closet with Bella, Mary, and Helene hanging off their respective hooks, each an exquisite gown or top suitable for a night on the town (or an upscale dinner-date; Bella certainly had class).  A couple new posters graced the far wall; Emma was able to trace down some of Roxy's coworkers a couple years ago, and evidently she found them at reasonable prices.  

There were a few other knickknacks and girlfriends lying around, but Sophie's favorite stood at the ready on Emma's night-stand.  Her name was Vanessa, and she was the longest-lasting of the bunch.  For a while Sophie had been pretty sure Vanessa would be the one, that's she and Emma would settle down and tie the knot.  Vanessa was beautiful, kind, skilled, and she was always fun to play with (or, more accurately, to be played with by).  She'd been sharing a bed with Emma for almost a year before she surprised her with her own special potion, transforming from voluptuous vixen to sexy vibrator right in front of the bed.  

Every now and then Emma would share her, placing the vibrating phallus Vanessa had become into the satin pocket of Sophie's fabric pussy.   She dreaded and relished the occasional day when Emma would leave Vanessa humming away within her secret pocket for hours on end while she left the apartment.  Even a gentle touch felt exhilarating to her now, and so much pleasure, so much sensation, without any capacity for release was exhausting, even for a pillow.  It was amazing and torturous and Sophie loved to roll with it as it came; pillows don't get much say in such things.

But she wouldn't need to worry about anything like that tonight.  Warm anticipation filled her curvy, stuffed form as she watched her mistress twirl her way towards her bed.  She collapsed in a cute bundle, shaking the cushions and bouncing Sophie onto her side.  

"I found another one!" Emma cheered, wrapping an arm around Sophie's plushy body and hugging the pillow-girl close.  Sophie's serene lace smile broadened as she felt her fluffy form squish delightfully beneath Emma's warm embrace.

"She's funny and sexy and kinky and she's already begun dropping hints about joining my collection!  I met her on a TF-chat site… I'm pretty sure she used to be a guy like me, but she's gotten so into the change…" her sentence was punctuated by a long, deep yawn.  Sophie recognized the queue; her lover's seemingly boundless enthusiasm could only be sustained for so long before it burned through even her energy.  

"Mmmhmm…" she murmured, tucking her legs beneath the covers of her bed.  "She's fun… I think you'll really like her.  Mmm… maybe more an acquisition than a girlfriend this time… but Ms. Meadowgrove just refilled the apprentice with a fun new potion…"

She grabbed Sophie gently along the curve of her waist, tugging the pillow's feather-light body down under the sheets with her.  "I've been meaning replace some of my furniture for a while now...  And she's so cuddly and cushy… I'm certain you'll love her.  Just hope she's as good as a bed as she is in bed…"

Sophie could feel the fatigue creep up on Emma.  She had such wondrous enthusiasm and vigor, but when she crashed she crashed hard.  She wriggled happily, cuddling closer to Emma with her limited mobility, feeling the teasing delicate caress of her nightie and the intoxicating heat of her body from beneath it.

"Mmmhmm," Emma murmured happily.  She leaned up onto her side and turned off the nightstand lamp (a lovely bronze art-deco piece with tellingly feminine curves.  Emma had bought it off e-bay a couple years earlier).  As she switched it off she brought her lips to the smooth silver form of her one-time lover, kissing the still vibrator gently.  "Good night, Vanessa," she softly cooed before tucking herself under her sheets in the relieving darkness.

"Good night, Sophie," she yawned as she closed her, pulling the pillow close.  Laying on her side, her head resting on one of Sophie's mundane counterparts, she wrapped her thin arms over Sophie's stuffed chest, gently pressing in against her soft form.  Sophie's full, yielding breasts were just beneath Emma's head level, her face gently tucked above them, her hot breath gently blowing against Sophie's neck and bust.  She absently nuzzled Sophie's neck, her cute nose brushing against Sophie's delicate, sensitive fabric.  

There was a little fidgeting and Sophie felt Emma's body still, comfortable in her embrace.  She even had one of her legs tossed over Sophie's stuffed hips.  Sophie smiled, anticipating Emma's dreams and the rhythmic motions that would follow… and maybe the gentle hand-washing the morning afterward.  

It was a nice thought, but it didn't matter.  She was happy, serene, her delicate, sensitive, beautiful form fulfilling its absolute purpose, being held for comfort by the woman she loved.  She felt amazing, her lover's warmth permeating her body with a deep, fulfilling glow, the touch of silken nightie and smooth skin joyously erotic against her neigh-immobile body.  But it was beyond erotic… it felt glorious, but more than any elicit pleasure, it felt right.  She'd spend the night happily aware of every sensation, proud and fulfilled in Emma's embrace, perfect for her place in life and able to appreciate her use and function.  She was Emma's hugging pillow, and she settled in for another beautiful night of soft comfort and pleasurable dreams.