A Trip to Cosmagic Industries – Part Five
By Ordos Tsceri and Hugo Prosperio
Part Five: Intimiate Pleasures


Celine Rhys took a quick count of the students in her tour group as they stepped off the elevator.  They were sending one of the smaller groups her way.  Twenty… no, twenty-three in total.  She allowed herself a soft chuckle as they looked around, the slight noise drawing the attention of one of her techs.  The slight woman in a white lab coat gave her supervisor a querying look.

“I’m thinking maybe half.”

The tech looked over the college-aged group and nodded her agreement.  “Sounds about right.”  

Putting on her most presentable smile, Celine Rhys sauntered up to the group.



Kimberly was blushing the entire elevator ride.  She couldn’t believe that she was actually there, so close…  She licked her lips in anxious excitement, thankful that the other students in her group were too distracted to notice her.  

Kimberly knew some of them… Claire and Xui Li were friends of hers, everyone knew Chelsea, the wanton thing, and a few others had memorable faces and had probably been in a class with her before.  She didn’t really know them, though.  She didn’t know most of the people in her class, or dormitory, or even on her floor.  It was one of the reasons she decided to come here.

Of course, now that they had actually arrived at the Intimate Pleasures division the head in her cheeks and pounding in her chest were starting to give her second thoughts.

“This is so fucking hot,” Chelsea said as she looked around.  She took a few steps forward towards a display case with a row of dildos and vibrators, each next to a picture of a smiling face and an accompanying name.  She wore a microscopic pair of hotpants that barely covered her ass and a tank top that stretched taut over her D-cup tits.  She leaned over the case, wriggling her bubble butt and drawing the attention of half the guys in the group… and more than a few of the girls too.

“I can’t believe they all used to be people,” Xui Li said, approaching the same display but keeping her distance, both from it and its over-eager admirer.  Xui Li was wearing her grey hooded over-shirt on top of a demure buttoned blouse, a dark grey skirt falling over her slender hips and past her knees.  She couldn’t have been more different than the sultry Chelsea, and the fact that she was almost a full foot shorter than the blonde bombshell only underscored the difference.

Kimberly took a look around, trying to get a good feel of her surroundings.  The room they were in could almost have been another lobby; it was certainly large enough, the floor open with tables, magazines, and a handful of display cases showing off products.  The walls were painted a clean shade of off-white, the floor done in wooden tiles… but on the far end she could see a series of partitions and dividers, the closest ones having visible machinery within them.  Maybe this was a waiting room, or a meeting room, and those little cubicles or the offices beyond them saw the actual work?  Was that where-

“Penny for your thoughts?” a voice behind Kimberly asked.  She spun around to see Jessica, her arms draped over her boyfriend Ron.  She knew Jess, just because Jess was the kind of girl who was too open and sociable and friendly to not know.  If she was within an acre of your room, she’d introduced herself and chatted you up a dozen times.  She was cute, her auburn hair tied into a ponytail and her freckled nose distressingly disarming.  She could jump out of nowhere, smile at you, and leave you with no choice but to spend the next twenty minutes chatting about something, no matter how ardently you tried to avoid her.

“Nothing,” Kimberly lied.

“You’re a terrible liar,” Ron chided.  Kimberly only knew Ron from her most recent ambush-conversation with Jessica.  He seemed nice enough, with handsome features, deep dark eyes, and a jaw-line she wanted to trace with her fingers.  She couldn’t remember most of what she’d been told, but she knew Ron was the kind of guy she’d want to cuddle up with.  Or be used by…  

“Ladies and gentlemen,” a voice like summer wind swept over the group.  It wasn’t particularly loud, but carried its own sort of power, rich with whispered promise and warm tidings.  Every conversation stopped and all eyes turned towards the speaker.

The woman was a few inches shy of six feet tall, slender and elegant in form, with perky c-cup breasts peaking out between the low cut of her business blouse.  Her skin was fair, her eyes brilliant blue, her lips full and slender and inviting.  Everything about her face was a mix of sensual beauty and refined elegance.  The statuesque face was framed by golden-red bangs and a cascade of curled locks that fell to the small of her back, the brilliant glinting red hair parted by the tips of two long, elven ears.

“My name is Celine Rhys, and it’s my pleasure to welcome you to the Intimate Pleasures department of Cosmagic Industries.”  

She wore a simple, almost conservative blouse and skirt of dark grey and black fabrics that contrasted sharply with her exotic beauty.  Of course, the blouse was finely tailored and probably cost as much as Kimberly’s entire tuition; it hugged her body perfectly, showed off just the right amount of breast, clung to her curves and trailed off from her hips in a perfect emphasis of her graceful stature and artful movement.  It was almost intimidating how sexy this woman was, and Kimberly knew that was almost certainly the point.  

Celine looked over her guests, making eye contact with as many as she could before she continued, “this is where we create toys and tools for the most intimate and pleasurable encounters possible.  Most of the transformations we perform in this facility are carefully designed to be pleasurable for all involved, but no one can hold a candle to the rapture we engineer here.”  Her smile was genuine, as was the light of pride within those impossibly blue eyes.  Kimberly could feel the passion this woman had, and it lent her already overwhelming beauty an edge of fervor, it imbued her words with an almost contagious excitement.  

“As a general rule, this department caters to personal tastes and individual orders.  We don’t handle mass-production here, which lets us take a much more personal approach to our products.”

She tilted her head towards the offices along the far side of the room, as if admitting a concession, “unfortunately, you seem to have caught us at a bit of poor time.  We didn’t have anything scheduled today, and most of my staff took the week off.  This is usually a slow month for the department.  No matter, though, I still have plenty to show you!”

The elven woman led the group across the lobby, past a couple other display cases (Kimberly raised her eye at one containing a selection of skin-tight latex catsuits) and through an office door with Celine’s name on it.

Kimberly immediately realized the space inside the office was much, much larger than it should have been.  There was a desk with a computer and some filing cabinets in the far corner, a couple comfortable looking chairs set up in front of it, but the rest of the floor space was given over to a variety of counters, tables, and white ceramic-and-steel machines.  

Celine all but glided over to one of the counters and its accompanying machines.  She spun around on the tips of her toes, beaming at the office.  “And this is my little workshop!”  She placed a hand on the device behind her, a six-food long cylindrical affair resting horizontally on the counter, a large panel opened up to reveal smoothly textured interior.

“I handle many different procedures, and I like to keep some of the more common and… mrmm,” she purred, sucking her lip at some distant memory, “more striking devices at arm’s reach.  Feel free to look around, but be careful around the machines.  Most of them require some magical priming to function, so they shouldn’t go off from just a casual inspection.  But you didn’t come here just to look at my toys, so how about a demonstration?”

“I thought you said you didn’t have any clients today?” Claire asked.  

“Very true, but we do have a small backlog of orders pending, and I’m certain some of you lovely young things won’t mind helping out.  In fact…” she picked up the camera on top of the counter, spun around, and took a quick snap-shot of Xui Li.

The picture caught the Xui Li with a surprised and embarrassed grin.  She caught her breath after an instant, looked around as if to confirm that the Cosmagic woman had photographed her and not someone else, and then stammered, “wh…what do you mean?”

“Oh, I think you understand,” Celine cooed, admiring the picture for a moment before placing it and the camera back on the counter.  “Marvelous before picture, by the way.  You had just the most adorable little portrait.”

Without pausing she approached the petite Chinese woman and began unbuttoning her blouse.  The students nearest her gasped and a couple took a step away.  Kimberly moved to get a better view of Xui Li blushing as she stammered, “b-but why do you think I’d… I’d agree to… do this?”

“On your own, I doubt you would.  But I’ve been doing this for a few years, and I like to think I know my clientele.”  She’d unbuttoned the overshirt and slipped it off Xui Li’s shoulders, the hood coming off her head and revealing her messy tussle of short black hair, “I think you came here because you’re interested.  I think you have a fantasy, a scene you play to yourself at time.  I think that’s why you came to my department, why you were following me so closely, why you were all over every display we passed.  But you’re an adorably shy girl.  You kept trying to muster up the courage to say something, but you have a thousand tricks to keep that from happening, don’t you?”

Celine pulled Xui Li’s blouse up over her head.  Xui Li was nibbling on her lower lip as the garment fell to the floor, her pale skin now shaded an indecent rosy hue by her blush.  With practiced deftness Celine unfastened the girl’s bra.

“Oh my, just look how hard you are!” Celine chirped, leaning forward to examine Xui Li’s erect nipples.  They stood at full attention atop her slight breasts, and Xui Li squeed in shock and pleasure as Celine caressed one between her thumb and forefinger.  

“You really want this.  You’re excited about it.  Why, you could cut diamonds with these!  And I just bet…”  Taking a step behind her subject, Celine tugged Xui Li’s skirt downward, easily guiding it over her slender hips.  Another round of gasps chorused from the crowd, and Celine laughed.  “No panties!  Oh my, you really were planning this, weren’t you?”

She reached two fingers between Xui Li’s thighs and drew them away, glistening.  “My-my-my!  You’re already wet… you’ll be so perfect for this.”

She stood up and gently traced away a stray lock of hair from Xui Li’s face, looking down on the smaller girl trembling in surprise, anxiousness, fear, and arousal.  “So what do you say?  The anticipation is delicious, isn’t it?  You’re so hot and horney and needy and everything feels so delectably sensitive… how would you like to feel that way forever?  You don’t need to speak, just nod and your fantasy will become your entire existence.”

Xui Li nodded, shaking her head up and down as she rubbed her thighs together, she held her hands together tightly behind her back, obviously unsure of what to do with them.  

“Marvelous.  I have the spell all prepared, so…” Celine finished the sentence by taking the small woman in an embrace.  She locked her soft, delicate lips over Xui Li’s, weaving the spell with her tongue and lust, one arm holding the girl steady while the other dipped again into her honey-pot.  Kimberly had gone through the rudimentary tests of magic acumen everyone did in high school and tested below-average for magical sensitivity, but even she could feel a tingling surge of ephemeral energy flow out from her nude friend.  

“I feel… funny…” Xui Li mumbled when Celine’s lips parted.  Kimberly could see the girl’s fair skin subtly changing, becoming degree by degree more… lustrous.  Xui Li ran her hands over her body, gasps of surprise quickly turning into moans as she basked in her new sensations.

“That’s quite expected.  Now, my lovely, if you would kindly step in here,” she gestured to the cylinder on the counter and helped Xui Li as she tentatively moved to climb into her destiny.  “Careful now my toy, you’re slick.”  

True to her warning, Xui Li found gaining purchase on the ceramic counter difficult.  Twice her hands slid off with a squeaking noise before Celine firmly grasped her around the hip and shoulders and half lifted her into the device.  By then her skin and hair glistened with a shiny latex sheen.  She moved her mouth to say something, but found that no noise came forth.

“Ah, you’re already latex.  Very good, very good,” Celine said as she tugged off Xui Li’s tenny-runners and white socks, “You’re taking to this quite quickly; normally the spell needs ten or fifteen minutes to get the subject to your stage.”

She turned her head to the crowd of students as she busied herself with the device, “at this point, our lovely volunteer, oh, I didn’t catch her name.”
“She’s Xui Li,” someone in the audience offered.

“Really?  What a lovely name for a lovely toy.  Anyway, the first part of this procedure transforms the subject into a latex base.  She’s still animate now, but that capacity is only transitory.  We have a brief moment to further prepare her before she’s reformed.  Now is when we would add dyes to change the final color, but I think Xui Li’s skin tone should make for lovely finished product as it is.  So now I input the final specifications into the shaping tube… and there!”

She turned towards Xui Li, who was wriggling in the machine’s recess.  “Are you ready for your final processing, Xui Li?”  The woman smiled awkwardly with plastic lips and waved an arm in affirmative, the limb swaying in an arch without any bones to give structure.  She reclined as a clear wall slid into place, sealing the machine with her inside.  

“This is a new machine, just installed a couple months ago, but it’s already a favorite.  My favorite features in this model is the clear window to the shaping chamber.  If you gather right here, you’ll be able to see how the machine’s servo-plates and articulates pressure pads heat and sculpt our lovely mis Xui Li.”

Kimberly was one of the first to tentatively step up to the window and peer into the strange machine her friend had entered.  Inside she could see Xui Li still squirming, although the nervousness seemed to have rapidly melted into something much more pleasurable.  She was being rotated very slowly while portions of the dark tube’s lining shifted and pressed against her.  It was strange to watch, but Kimberly quickly realized that the pressure plates had sealed Xui Li’s arms to the sides of her body.  She opened her mouth in silent amazement as they began to fuse her limbs together, her arms to her sides and her legs into eachother.  Xui Li’s latex mouth panted in silent orgasm.  

“You’re welcome to watch the entire process, but it could take a few minutes and there’s still so much more to show off.”

Celine picked up the camera and left the machine, walking a few yards down to another, very different device.  This one resembled nothing so much as a giant white-ceramic cauldron, about four feet in diameter.  It rested on a raised pedestal atop and fed into a boxy contraption with an attached computer display.  

“Now, for this next demonstration I’m going to need a special type of volunteer.  Specifically, I’m going to need a slut.”

Before Celine could say anything else Chelsea stepped forward from the crowd.  She was pulling her tank-top off and had it on the ground in half a second.  “That’s me!” she cheered as she began to unlatch her bra.  “I’ve been with half the people in this room, and I’ve loved every second of it!  I can give you a demonstration, if you want,” she shot Celine a sultry smile.

The elf woman simply pulled up her camera and took her ‘before’ shot of Chelsea, her mouth slightly open, her tongue running over her lower lip invitingly, lustrous heat smoldering from her eyes, and her generous tits hanging out in perfect view.  She still let slip a giggle at Chelsea’s offer, “No, I don’t think that would be necessary.  Wonderful photo, by the way…”

“Chelsea,” she said, unfastening the buttons of her hot-pants and tugging them down her smooth thighs.  She rubbed a thumb over her nipple and asked, “where do you need me?”

“Eager, aren’t we.  Just step over here… would you like to know what you’re becoming?”

“Nah,” Chelsea giggled as she stepped up into the giant bowl.  She strutted up the steps into the device, wriggling her butt for the gathered college students.  Kimberly smirked; Chelsea was definitely making a show of this, and she had to admit she liked the view.  “I think it’s sexier if I don’t know what’s coming.”

“Oooh, do go on,” Celine cooed as she slipped the photograph into a slit next to the machine’s console.  She began inputting commands as Chelsea lounged in the giant bowl, one hand caressing and squeezing her tits, the other busy by her crotch.

“Well… I just love sex!  It feels awesome, it feels… I dunno… right!  Nothing else even holds a candle.  Arh, I’m not doing this right, and these are my last words as a person, let me try again.”  She took a deep breath, slowed down her hands.  “I love sex.  I love being fucked.  I love fucking people.  I think about it all the time.  Everything else, classes, work, relationships, it’s all just crap I trudge through for the good parts.  I just want to fuck.  I want to feel amazing.  I want to be used, to feel, to make other people feel as sexy as I do… and you can do that here!  To be honest, the only thing that kept me from doing this years ago was indecision.  I could never make up my mind, and now I won’t have to!  Oh, god, this has me so fucking hot right now…”

“Then you’re going to love this,” Celine purred as she finished with her console and approached the lounging Chelsea.  She bent over and planted her lips firmly around Chelsea’s pussy.  The volunteer cried out in pleasure, gripping the rim of the cauldron tightly and bracing her legs as Celine worked her magic into her.  

“OHFUCK YEAH!” Chelsea cried, thrusting her hips with the throes of her orgasm, her breasts jiggling with the motions.

When Celine stood up, girly juices glistening against her mouth, she chuckled.  “Well, the spell is cast and everything is in motion.  I’d suggest you enjoy yourself while you can still move… but I don’t really think you’ll have much choice in the option.”

“It’s… OH!  It’s… not stopping!” She howled in raw pleasure, hips still thrusting, hands desperately rubbing and squeezing herself as she collapsed into the ceramic bowl.

Celine calmly stepped back down and tapped a button on the device’s console.  The white ceramic walls of the bowl phased into transparency and she began explaining, “I actually enchanted this feature myself.  I like being able to see the entire process.  I find it rather soothing, honestly.”

Celine leaned against an opposite counter and watched, her impossibly blue eyes dancing with delight as she watched the first signs of Chelsea’s change.

Kimberly followed suit, albeit from a further distance.  She watched, mesmerized, as Chelsea’s masturbation quickened, growing more intense as she squeezed and rubbed and writhed in obvious, almost frightening pleasure.

Of course, as everyone knew, Chelsea was also very loud when the mood hit her.

“OH FUCK YES OH FUCKING YEAHH!” Kimberly made out, before Chelsea’s cries stopped registering as actual words and transcended into some variation of “AAAAH!” or “OOOH!”  

“And… there.  You can just see it starting around her toes,” Celine said with a proud smile.

At first Kimberly couldn’t see what she was talking about, but after a few seconds she caught a strange glimmer around one of Chelsea’s feet.  She was sitting down in the cauldron… or rather, she was sprawled out on the bottom of the cauldron, one hand furiously fingering herself while the other darted from mouth to boob to ass, and the foot that had ended up positioned beneath her center of mass, near the cauldron’s center, was beginning to shine.

The glistening spread across her toes, from the littlest to the largest.  Kimberly didn’t know what to make of the play of light on her dorm-mate’s writhing, howling form… until she saw Chelsea’s smallest toe, completely transparent, drip off and slide into the center of the bowl.

“She’s melting…” Kimberly quietly said aloud.

“OH FUCKING YES!” Chelsea cried out, her lustful rapture seemingly heightened by the sensation, or maybe just the knowledge of her changes.  

Chelsea began to glisten.  It could have easily been mistaken for perspiration… maybe it was, in a sense, but Kimberly quickly realized that the moisture wasn’t just water leaving her.  Her long blonde hair started dripping away as her feet and ankles became clear and dribbled into the growing puddle of Chelsea-stuff at the bottom of the machine’s bowl.  She’d been propping herself up against the curving wall of the device, but soon lost her holding as her ass grew shiny and clear and slipped, plopping her down in her growing puddle.  

And still she screamed her rampant pleasure.  She shoved fingers into her well-loved pussy until they began to melt away, and then she lifted her hand to taste her digits, tongue lolling gleefully as her palm and wrist splattered against her face and ran down her chest.  

As the puddle grew, the transformation quickened.  Soon everything below her navel was gone, awash in a clear fluid puddle , with the peculiar exception of her cunt, which floated on the surface of the Chelsea-liquid.  Her arms melted away before her torso, leading to a few humorous seconds where she tried to lick herself out, bobbing for her own vagina.  She missed, and when she landed face-first in herself Kimberly could see the heaving breasts she’d been jealous of for years quickly dissolve, as did the rest of her still solid mass.  One second her tits, chest, and mouth were plunged just below the water-line, and the next they were part of the clear fluid filling the tank.  Chelsea was able to cast a last, sultry, silent look with her eyes before her head became transparent and burbled into the pot of Chelsea.  Her vagina was the last thing to remain somewhat solid, floating for an instant after head had melted before it too cleared and dissipated, leaving Chelsea as a shiny, oddly runny fluid filling up most of a thirty-gallon tub.  

The machine hummed to life, a drain opening up at the nadir of the pot’s curve and quickly siphoning away Chelsea.  The machine briefly hummed and, after no more than twenty seconds, produced a bottle from an opening near the console.  Celine descended onto the bottle in the blink of an eye and picked up the bottle, holding it out for all to see.

The bottle was a simple purple cylinder with a squirting tip at the top, just small enough to fit comfortable in one hand.  On the front was the picture Celine had taken of Chelsea just as she volunteered, seductive expression on her lustful face, full breasts just in frame.  Juxtaposed with her picture were the words “Sensual Chelsea’s Sexual Lubrication”.  Further print read, “Limited Run!” and “Made with 100% genuine Chelsea!”  

“You turned her into lube?” Claire asked, a chorus of murmurs echoing her incredulity and surprise.

“She’ll make over a hundred bottles of the stuff,” Celine confirmed with a charming smirk.  “It’s immensely popular, but since finding volunteers for this particular change can be a bit challenging, it’s also very expensive.  She’s still in there, and all her lustful energy contributes immensely to the pleasure of lovemaking.  She’ll do everything normal water-based lubricant does, but the raw joyful delight she took in the act transfers over.  Erogenous parts become much more sensitive, users become much more energetic, and contact greatly increases desire.  She’s a performance enchanter and aphrodisiac all in one!”

“Eek!” a feminine voice shrieked from the rear of the crowd.

Every head turned to see the source of the noise.  The alarmed sound had come from Jessica, who was holding her hands to her mouth in obvious shock as she stared at her boyfriend.  

It was easy to see why: Ron had grown a pair of c-cup breasts.  They were straining against his suddenly too-tight black t-shirt, his arms hovering just in front of their curve as though he were afraid to touch them.  They kept growing as Kimberly watched, stopping somewhere around the DD range.

“Woah,” he said, his voice cracking as he spoke, ending the word in a distinctly soprano, feminine tone.

Celine raised a delicate eyebrow and approached the pair, “now what did you get into?”

“I… uh, had one of the mints on your desk… while Chelsea was… melting?” he said, clearly disturbed by the alien sound of his own voice.  From where Kimberly stood, she could see Ron’s face and body continue changing, striving to match the new vocal range.  His features were softening, his broad nose and angular chin smoothing into cuter, more petite versions, his thin limps plumping ever so slightly, the traces of stubble along his jaw vanishing completely.

Celine laughed as she casually walked over to the very confused young man.  “Those aren’t mints… honestly, what kind of college student would just eat some colorful pill he just happened to find in the office building of a transformation business?”  She ruffled Ron’s hair affectionately as she spoke, just as his short-cropped auburn cut blossomed and spilled out into shoulder length, messy tresses.  

“What’s happening to me?” he asked.  He began the sentence almost eye level with the tall elfish technician, and ended the word ‘me’ looking up at her chin.  A few seconds later and Ron’s sudden shrinking spree ended with his head at level with Celine’s breasts.  While his shirt was still tight around his breasts, it now hung loosely everywhere else.  His blue jeans fell to the ground in the few seconds after he lost a foot and a half of height, but before his hips rounded out into the bottom half of a lovely hourglass.  The elastic band of his underwear remained, but everyone around had a clear view of the bulge within diminishing, until it sank away completely, accompanied by an adorable “Oooh!” noise from Ron’s full, feminine lips.

“Welcome to the fairer sex,” Celine teased.  “I don’t keep candy on my desk… but I do keep a supply of what we call ‘little pink pills’.  I’m certain you can guess what they do now, ms…?”

“Ron,” Ron stammered, experimentally grasping her new figure while Jessica stared on in disbelief.  Her six foot tall boyfriend had just become a rather petite, if generously endowed, woman.  She moved a hand and tentatively felt the area where her manhood used to be, an adorable squeak of unanticipated delight coming from the touch.

“Well, I suppose accidents like this happen.  Let’s get to work then,” Celine said.  She bent over and tugged down Ron’s underpants, eliciting a shocked squeak from the new girl and a variety of whispered murmurs from the crowd.

“Why are you stripping me?” Ron asked, his tone more perturbed than angry.

“Magic works better if there’s nothing in the way.  Less interference,” Celine replied as she began to tug off Ron’s shirt.  She lifted her arms to facilitate the process, and soon the curvy girl stepped out of her too-large shoes completely naked in front of her fellow Medview students.  Gingerly she followed Celine as she led her to a clear and open counter, clearly uncomfortable with the sway of her full hips and the swinging of her breasts and ass.  

“So… you’re going to turn me back?” she asked as Celine helped her onto one of the counters.  She sat on the white ceramic surface, much like a kitchen counter, crossing her legs uncertainly.  

“I’m afraid the pink pills don’t work like that,” Celine explained.  She kept talking as she busied herself, looking through some of the cabinets next to the clear space.  Kimberly listened with rapt excitement; she couldn’t wait to see what Ron became.

“The pink pills are… well, powerful, quick, and dirty magic.  I’m sure any of you studying magical theory know about the Law of Transgender Variance.  All vertebrate animals are conceived female.  Hormone development based on internal genetics can build the sex into male during development… well, I can’t do the biology of the subject justice, the metaphysical effect is that it’s much, much, much easier to change sex from male to female than vice-versa.  It’s kind of like rolling a big round rock down a hill.  There are a lot of different approaches to spells like this, though.  I know some talented sorcerers who can manage shifting sex both ways without messing up a morphic field… but the pink pills aren’t like that.  They’re primers, designed to very quickly turn a man into a woman… and to destabilize the morphic field as they go.”

“Huh?  Why?” Ron asked, her feminine voice tinged with a growing worry.  Kimberly could guess what he was thinking; The Medview Institute of Art didn’t offer any full courses on magical practice, but there was a survey course about magical works and history that briefly went into some of the theory.  She’d taken the class with Ron as Freshmen, and remembered that the cursory introduction covered just enough for both of them to understand that a person’s morphic field greatly influenced how much they could be changed… and that unstable ones could be very dangerous.  

“Like I said, it’s a primer.  Aha!  Here it is…” she pulled an eighteen inch rod from one of the cabinets, a wand of some sort, and twirled it around in her wrist.  “I can never remember where I put that.  Anyway, the pink pills are designed to facilitate further transformations.  Right now, your magical presence is so open to suggestion that, if I don’t make you into something, it’s likely to rearrange itself randomly in the next few hours.  So let’s put your new assets to use before you end up a lump of jello or a clump of carpet-fuzz.”

Celine tapped the wand against Ron’s shoulders, left then right, and then repeated the process with her knees.  “Oh, almost forgot!”  She placed the wand down on the counter next to the busty naked brunette and rushed off to the Lotion Machine.  She snatched up the camera (right next to the growing number of bottles of Chelsea.  The device had just finished the thirtieth bottle) and ran with girlish grace and energy back to Ron.  “Almost forgot the ‘before’ picture!”

Ron offered a pretty, if somewhat nervous, smile to the camera’s flash.  “Um… I uh… I can’t move my arms.  Or legs…”

“You won’t be needing them,” Celine said matter-of-factly.  She looked at the picture approvingly and put down the camera again.  “Now, one of the nice things about the pink pills is that they make the subject exquisitely easily to craft.  Normally, I’d have to use prepared spells or specialized machines for a transformation like this.  But since you’re so ready to receive the magic already…”

She placed her hands on Ron’s elbows, hanging limply by her sides, and pushed them upward.  Ron gasped as her upper arms simply vanished into her shoulders.  Celine’s smile grew more playful as she readjusted her grip and pushed again.  Soon Ron’s arms seemed to be sliding into her of their own accord.  She was moaning, biting her lower lip in restraint, as her fingers disappeared into her smooth, narrow shoulders.

“Woah,” Ron panted, wetness visible from her tight virgin slit.  “That was… intense… and I don’t have arms anymore…”

“Very perceptive,” Celine teased.  She planted a soft kiss on Ron’s cheek before she grabbed the woman’s knees and repeated the process.  This time Ron cried out in girlish pleasure as her limbs vanished.  Kimberly smiled to herself; it looked like fem-Ron would have been very loud in bed.  In a matter of seconds Celine had fed Ron’s thighs into her hips, and then her knees, and after that her shins feet and toes rapidly vanished into the round cushions of her ass.  

There was no doubt that Ron came this time.  She was leaking girly fluid and panting heavily, her cheeks flush and her nipples erect.  “That… that was amazing… Um…” she took a breath, “what are you turning me into?”

“Sex toys, of course,” Celine cooed.  “You’re a woman now, and we can’t change that.  Your body is ready and eager to change, and we can’t change that either.  Sex toys just happen to be my forte, and you’ve ended up with some lovely holes that I’m certain are going to be well used and enjoyed.”

Celine placed her hands on Ron’s shoulders and pushed downward.  Her already small torso immediately fell into itself.  She squeed in surprised as her vision was lowered, her tummy and chest vanishing into her ass without increasing its size.  Celine paused for a moment when Ron’s hips transitioned directly to her DD breasts.  She leaned forward and gently kissed each one on the nipple before she groped Ron, earning another squeak of alien delight from the new girl, and pushed the breasts down into Ron’s ever diminishing body.  When she was done, Ron’s blushing head was resting directly above her hips, her chin inches from her yearning pussy.

Ron giggled, “this is unbelievable!  I’m… I’m so small… oh god I’m horny… this is so weird!  And I’m going to spend the rest of my life as sex toys?  That’s so… I don’t even know how to think about that!”

“Normally we don’t spring these things on people, but you kind of forced my hand.  Heh, silly little boy…  And don’t worry about the sex toy thing.  I know it’s a lot going from man to woman to inanimate fuck-objects, but you’ll have a very, very long time to get used to it.  I do quality work, so you should be good for a few centuries of constant use.”

“It’s just…” she cast her eyes downward in embarrassment, “I don’t like guys…”

“Hmm…” Celine mused.  She picked up Ron by her ass and lifted the much-reduced girl up to eye-level for examination.  She easily turned Ron around in her hands, looking at her clean-shaven slit, fully ass, and cute face… although Kimberly got the impression she was looking at something else in the process.  

“I’m afraid you’re built for cock now.  It’s too late to make you into dildos or beads… would you prefer it if you were sold to herms?  We can arrange for you to be purchased by a certain type of client.  She might resell you later on, but you probably won’t mind at that point.  Do you think you could be happy servicing girl-cock?”

Kimberly stifled a laugh as she saw Ron squirm, a quivering in her feminine sex saying more about her thoughts than words ever could.  “I… I’d like that.”

Smiling, Celine pivoted Ron so that she was facing away from the Cosmagic mage-technician.  With pursed lips, she gently blew onto Ron’s ass.  She didn’t touch the girl’s pert butt-cheeks, but Ron squeed with feminine delight at the motion.  Celine pivoted her again and kissed her fem-sex, eliciting another, louder yowl of orgasmic joy.  

Ron’s ass began to contract.  The round flesh shrank and her hips began to sink into themselves.  The mound of her pussy became prominent, until Ron’s lips cried out in a “OOOOH!” of shock and ecstacy and her pussy fell from her body.  

It landed on the counter a few inches below her uplifted body.  Kimberly got a good view of Ron’s final product; a ten-inch long tube that could have been a heavy flashlight, save for the wider shaft and Ron’s exquisitely rendered vagina proudly set where the light-bulb would have been.  A fleshlight with her own pussy and accompanying tube to embrace incoming insertions.

Celine readjusted her grip, holding onto Ron by her chin and jaw, as her ass finished a similar transformation.  All the remaining mass below her head contracted into a similar ten inch tube, this time ending in her tight anus.  The second Ron-fleshlight fell to the counter alongside the first.  

Celine gently placed Ron’s head, now the entirety of her still animate body, onto the counter.  She picked up the vagina-fleshlight and turned towards the crowd, “this procedure splits the volunteer’s body into three separate toys.  Each one is equipped with a solid ribbed grip, internally heated and lubricated shafts, and dynamic realistic orifices.”  She brushed a finger gently over the synthetic skin of the pussy’s lips, only for the lips to quiver and Ron’s accompanying head to gasp.  Celine slipped her finger in and Ron whimpered, overwhelmed with sensation.  “As you can see, our lovely volunteer is fully aware of all orifices, and will feel what’s happening to each one.  As with all inanimate transformations, sensitivity is greatly magnified, so Ron is pretty much guaranteed to enjoy her fucking even more than her users will. She’s fully synthetic now, and magically fortified to be practically indestructible, so she can be used as hard as any user could desire.  And best of all, from a single volunteer we can offer pussy, anus…” she lowered the fleshlight, picked up Ron’s smiling head, and locked her mouth around Ron’s in a deep kiss.

“And lips,” she pronounced as she broke the kiss.  Ron had a dreamy expression on her face as the final magic swept over her.  She caught her girlfriend’s eyes and blew a kiss toward Jessica before her head seemed to blur and the magic swept her dark eyes and auburn locks of curly hair spiraled and reformed.  A few seconds after the kiss and Celine was no longer holding a human head, but gripping the handle of a fleshlight that ended in Ron’s full, feminine lips, slightly parted as though inviting a kiss… or a cock.  

“And there you have it!” Celine gently placed the fleshlight onto the counter, where it rolled next to the vaginal one.  “A bit more quickly done than I would have preferred, but her morphic field is firmly stabilized, and she gets to be a care-free recipient of pleasure for the rest of her existence.  It may take us a while to match her with a buyer, but we can keep her on display until then.”

A bell sounded and Celine turned her head back towards the first cylindrical machine, excitement coloring her features with a genuine, enthusiastic smile.  “Ah, she’s finished!”  

The graceful technician swept across her lab again, her pace an impossible marriage of casual elegance and speed.  As Kimberly followed she spared a look for Jessica.  Surprisingly, she didn’t appear distraught.  Instead, she was by the table with her former boyfriend, one hand idly feeling the lips of the mouth-fleshlight, a thoughtful look playing on her features.  Kimberly thought she heard her mumble something about a hidden hentai stash in a bemused tone, but she was far too interested in Celine’s other work to ask right now.

She was the first to arrive behind their hostess, and saw her clasp her hands excitedly as the clear wall of the cylindrical machine Xui Li entered opened up.  She reached in and picked out Kimberly’s petite, shy Asian friend… only now the girl was a two-and-a-half foot long rod of textured and reinforced latex, ribbed and with a distinctive flared tip at the head.

“She’s a horse-cock dildo?” Kimberly said with mixed surprise and awe.

“She came out perfectly!” Celine exclaimed, rotating the shaft in her hands.  The thing was nearly as long as her arm, and wide enough at its base for her fist to fit inside.  She turned the base towards Kimberly and the crowd behind her, “she has a grip installed at the base, and the ribbed hollow around the grip is designed to lock into a special strap-on harness.”  Celine giggled, the girlish glee seemingly at odds with her previously professional demeanor, “and she feels so excited!  Oh, all the best ones can’t wait to be used!”

“Who on earth could use that?  Err… her?  I mean…  I kinda hurt just looking at it…” a girl behind Kimberly tentatively asked.  

Celine licked her lips.  “Our lovely miss… Xio Mei, was it?  Ah, here it is…” she found the name Xui Li written in small, delicate cursive along the very bottom edge of the dildo.  Kimberly was close enough to recognize it as Xui Li’s own signature.  “Xui Li was filling an order I placed myself.  I’m seeing an mage-tech in the research and experimental division, and she’s had some wonderful work done to her body.  Expert tongue, lovely pillows,” she giggled again, grinning at the dildo in her hands, “and an exquisitely elastic cunt…. Mmm… Miyu and I are going to have a fun night.”  She ran a gentle hand along the long shaft of her new toy, as though it were a cherished pet, before looked back up to the group.

“Oh, sorry about that… I’m afraid I was a little distracted just now.”  With a visible effort of will she placed her new horse-cock dildo down on the counter next to the machine, right next to Xui Li’s surprised ‘before’ photograph.  

“Anyhow, that’s just a taste of what my department does.  If anyone has any questions, I’d be more than glad to answer them.”

Kimberly heard some murmuring around her.  What does this machine do, or how many people have you transformed… she paid them no mind.  Instead, she licked her lips, stepped towards the beautiful elven woman, and asked “can you turn me into a fuck-doll?”