A Trip to Cosmagic Industries (Part Six)
By Ordos Tsceri and Hugo Prosperio
Part Six: Doll Making and Toy Crafting


“I knew she was a slut, but wow…” Jane whispered into Michael’s ear.  Her boyfriend was standing next to her, her arm interlocked with his, his shoulder at the perfect height to rest her head.  She squeezed his fingers as Chelsea’s masturbated furiously and took a deep, measured breath.

“Yeah,” Michael said, returning the squeeze.  After a moment he added, “she is really enjoying melting.”

Jane licked her lips, nudging her head against her boyfriend, her mahogany trusses tickling the side of his neck.  “Is… is this turning you on too?”

“Absolutely.”

“There wasn’t anyone in the office to the next to this one.”

Michael didn’t speak a reply.  Instead, he started slowly moving backward, past a couple other students too focused on Chelsea’s conversion from slutty coed to lubrication to notice him.  Jane followed, taking a similarly slow if slightly separate route through the tour group.  With a last furtive glance to make sure Celine’s attention was elsewhere the couple darted past the door of the workshop and back into the grand lobby of the Intimate Pleasures department.  

They passed a display counter with a row of dildos, each next to a small photograph of a smiling or blushing guy or girl.  They ranged from a small sleek metallic number that was once a hipster guy to a twelve inch long purple rubber monster with tiny flexible spines and ridges that used to be a punk-girl with dyed violet hair.  Jane remembered seeing them on the way in, but after watching Xui Li and Chelsea get turned into inanimate sexual playthings… the knowledge that they used to be people was a lot more real and much kinkier than it was the first time.  

She wondered what being a sex toy was like, what they were thinking inside their glass display case.  Did they think at all anymore?  Did they ever miss being human, or did pleasure and purpose erase thoughts of what could have been?

Jane didn’t have any answers, but the questions were oddly arousing right now.  

The second workshop was much like the first; clean, filled with equipment, and way too large for the amount of floor space it actually occupied.  Buildings being bigger on the inside than on the outside didn’t bother Jane anymore; there were far too many other things to contemplate.

Like Michael’s large, strong hands firmly grabbing her, squeezing her pert ass as he pulled her in close for a hot, seeking embrace.  She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, ruffling a hand through his short dark hair, following the attentions of his tongue with her own, savoring his taste and warmth.

“Oh… fuck, let’s do this,” she said when the kiss broke.

Michael raised an eyebrow, “In here?”

Jane squirmed some free space and began to pull her top off.  She’d come in casual wear, just a t-shirt and some blue jeans, and had them both on the ground in seconds.

Michael smiled and began to follow suit, pulling down and discarding his jeans as Jane looked around for a suitable surface.  She’d pulled her boyfriend into spontaneous lovemaking spots before; as exciting as it could be, she knew it wouldn’t be worth the trouble if she couldn’t get some cushioning under her back.  It only took one session on a cold linoleum floor to drill home that lesson.

“Here,” Jane declared, grabbing Michael by his hand and tugging the half-nude man towards a large counter with a stretch of soft-looking padding.  It was wedged along one of the walls, about eight feet long and four feet wide, and a tentative touch confirmed that it would do quite nicely.  She wriggled her shapely ass as she swung a long lithesome leg up onto the table-height bed.

“Are you sure you want to do this on… whatever the hell this is?” Michael asked.  He didn’t let whatever concern he might have actually felt stop him from following Jane up, and Jane used the opportunity to begin unbuttoning his polo shirt.  She loved unwrapping her presents.

“Don’t be such a pussy,” she teased, pursing her lips as button after button came undone.  “The elf-chick said you needed magic to get these things started.  Last time I checked I’m not a sorceress, and I’m pretty sure your magic rod isn’t up to that particular type of spellcraft, so we’ll be fine.”  Said rod was poking its way through the fly of his boxers.  Jane gave it a quick caress before she began tugging the offending garments off, letting Michael cast off his shirt.

Michael had to lean back for Jane to tug the boxers off, but as soon as they were gone her rolled his weight forward, straddling her between his muscular thighs and pulling his toned chest above her.  He planted his arms on either side of her shoulders and looked down onto her shining, excited eyes.  Jane had cut her hair short last semester, and had been rocking a cute tomboy look ever since.  Her ample breasts rose and fell with her quickened breathing and she adjusted herself between Michael’s legs, lining herself up in preparation.

“I love it when you do this,” Michael breathed before lowering his mouth down to plant kisses along Jane’s neck.  She moaned her delighted response, wrapping her legs upward and locking them behind the small of his back.  

Michael plunged in and Jane bit back a cry of delight as she felt him move inside her.  His cock might as well have been magical for how wondrous it felt, and she felt her own body move in accord, mirroring his humps and thrusts.

It started slow, but the tempo soon quickened, the push and pull speeding up to match the pace of their pounding hearts.  One of his hands fell onto her chest, squeezing a boob and rubbing a thumb over her nipple.  She grabbed his broad shoulders with both hands, anchoring herself against the mounting pleasure…

And then she noticed something strange.

The first thing she noticed was a pleasant tingle.  At first it was nothing more than one more aspect of the delight of a devious fuck with her boyfriend.  It was probably just Michael’s contraception in play (a joyous mass-produced cantrip that rendered semen functionally inert.  A tad pricey, but since it hit the market two years ago Jane hadn’t seen a single condom).  The last one he bought had come with a little sensation enhancement worked in, adding an extra buzz to lovemaking.

She mirrored his thrusts, panting and moaning as loudly as she dared.  It felt great.  She couldn’t remember the last time Michael had performed so well!  Or… anyone, for that matter…  

And then Michael pulled his mass off her and leaned backward.  Without even thinking, Jane curled her legs backward and tucked them behind her ass.  Michael did much the same, leaving the pair lying horizontally, crotch to crotch, humping in what should have been, at best, a terribly uncomfortable and awkward position.

But it felt amazing.

“Oh… fuck…” Jane muttered as realization dawned.  Now that she tore her mind from the sensations of sex, she could hear the soft humming of the counter, of the machine they were fucking on.  Two curved, plastic looking arms crept around the edges of the cushioned bed, coming together to form an a full arc about two feet above their interlocked genitals.  She could see a jewel or a crystal mounted at the apex of the arc, and it was glowing with a distinctly magical shimmer.  

Jane tried to stop, to get off the device before she ended up as a fuck-toy.  It was a colossal effort of will to tear her thoughts from the feel of being full and stimulated and hot and wanted, but she was able to wrest control away from the rhythmic thrusts for a single instant.  She told her body to move away from Michael, to try and abort or stall the transformation.

Only she found the cock wouldn’t exit her cunt.  A tug out of motion and she felt the Michael’s movement pull her, anchored deep within her essence.  With a sudden, energizing gasp she realized that she was already fused to her boyfriend, entangled more intimately and thoroughly than any position could achieve.  

And it turned her on.  She could feel Michael like she had never felt him, or anything, before!  Passion, exhilaration, lust, affection… all hot and all building within her.

“Maybe… it was magic… after all…” Michael managed.  Jane suspected they’d be the last words he’d ever say, and she used one of her last breaths as a human to laugh in response.  She remembered her magic aptitude test… she’d scored above normal for the average population, but well below the threshold for magical study.  Maybe, if Michael had too… maybe that would have been enough to trigger the machine?  A little late to worry about it, though; she could feel the tingling tug of the magic, pulling her arms by her sides.  Her lips curved in a manic grin as she gave herself over to the rhythmic beat of the humping, and the magic.

And then she couldn’t feel her legs.  With a gasp, she pieced together powerful, pleasurable, abstract sensations and realized that her thighs and shins had simply fused together, her feet sinking into her ass and the entire mass reducing itself until her hips were directly against Michael’s.  Straining forward, she could see her boyfriend had undergone a similar change, the last form of his muscular legs vanishing into his hips beneath her gaze.

She could see Michael’s arms pressing tight against his body, their firm shape dissipating and being reabsorbed into his chest and torso.  No sooner had she seen it happen to her boyfriend than she felt it happen to her.  The tingling tug ignited into something more primal, and Jane moaned in delight as she felt her arms vanish forever, leaving her conjoined by the crotch to her boyfriend, completely limbless, prone, and helpless to change her fate.

The flesh of their hips melted together, and the sense of connectedness she had felt surged stronger.  She could feel Michael’s heartbeat, feel his skin, feel the cock throbbing inside her just as she felt filled by it.  Michael couldn’t form any articulate words, and neither could she; there was just raw sensation, pleasure, and anticipation.

She had a feeling she knew what was coming next.  Jane wasn’t surprised when she felt a pressure about her armless body, doubtless the work of the glowing arc above her and her lover.  She moaned as she felt it push her body, squish her boobs, and gently but firmly reshape and compress her and Michael.  Jane moaned and squirmed until she found her voice no longer made sound, and her limbless body wouldn’t obey any commands.

And then the threshold broke.  The compression hastened, squeezing Jane and all her excitement and delight into a small, cylindrical form, her head smoothing over and all her feminine features vanishing, replaced with an intimately familiar bulbous concave.  But more than that, she felt the same thing happening on her other end, smoothing and simplifying Michael’s toned physique into a perfect mirror.  

The glowing light faded, and Jane wondered how she knew that.  She couldn’t see, not like she had before.  She had no eyes anymore, but somehow she was still aware of the room around her.  It made sense, she supposed; she didn’t have a brain anymore either, and yet here she still was.

But most astonishingly, she could feel Michael.

It was strange.  She could feel her boyfriend with her… his essence, she supposed.  There were feelings… excitement, embarrassment, affection, lust… all rapidly fluctuating.  There were memories, things she couldn’t have known, wondering what her cunt felt like, stealing a first kiss from his brother’s girlfriend in 7th grade… but things were fluid, ephemeral.  No words, but emotions and feeling and sensations…

The strangest thing, though, was how hard it was to distinguish her own thoughts from his.  Well, they were fused together, she reasoned.  More than that, they’d been compiled into the same object.  They’d be spending the rest of their lives, or rather, existences, together as the same inanimate toy.  If they were essence now, locked together, maybe they’d stop being separate entities?  More than just being with her boyfriend, she might become one with him… creating a new, seamless, amalgam person?  

She thought without words, feeling her musings mimicked in her soulmate.  They couldn’t move.  They would never be human again… and it felt exciting.  There was nothing to do, but no sense of boredom… just a mounting excitement.  There was a vague awareness of surroundings, but nothing specific about light or contrast.  But for how dull this new sight seemed, their shared sensation was intense.  The play of air currents was almost intoxicating.  The unchanging pressure of the cushioned mattress, still damp from their final exertion, was softer than the fluffiest pillow or down comforter.  Everything was so intense…

Jane and Michael lay there, doing the only thing they could do now.  They waited and wondered and anticipated.  Jane idly thought in the thought-without-words she was getting used to… why had the machine gone off?  Will she loose herself to this new existence?  How long will she remain a separate entity?  Why would she want to stay herself in the first place?  What would being used feel like?  But the one she found most appealing, that kept coming to both her and Michael, colored with excitement and gleeful expectation, what will being used feel like?



Kimberly followed the elven cosmagic sorceress-technician, Celine Rhys.  It had taken all her courage to actually give voice to her fantasy after seeing Xui Li’s final form.  She’d mused and masturbated and dreamed to the idea for years without telling another soul, and now it was actually going to happen!  

Celine, evidently, loved the idea.  She led the group out of her little workshop, explaining that the device she needed was in the next office.

“You made the right choice,” Celine said as the group followed her past a collection of dildos and photographs.

“I’ve wanted this for years,” Kimberly admitted.  Celine had gently grabbed her hand after she made her request, and she’d been more than content for the slender and graceful woman to lead her.  It felt like she already considered her a product, and that made Kimberly’s lips wet.  

“It’s a wonderful decisions, but I actually meant coming to me.  Sex dolls are handled by a few departments, buts Intimate Pleasures simply creates the absolute best.”

“Really?” a voice behind the pair, Claire by the sound of it, asked.

“Oh yes.  It’s an odd redundancy.  Cosmagic absorbed Sensual Objectification Laboratories pretty early on, and dolls were something a passion for them, but they mostly went to work in the Latex and Rubber department.  And, of course, the people in Industrial Applications are always going on about a fast-acting dollification formula that can work ten changes at once, but they simply lack the artistry… the professional pride in a proper and personal transformation.”

Kimberly shuddered.  There was a wonderful note of possession in Celine’s voice… briefly, she wondered if the elven girl was in the market for a new sex doll.  She brushed the thought aside, or tried to, but her mind kept meandering back to the endearing concept that soon, very soon, she’d have an owner!  

As Celine ushered the (somewhat smaller) tour group into this second workshop she asked Kimberly, “would you mind disrobing, dear?  And while I get things prepared, do tell us why you chose this delightful occupation.”

Kimberly broke into a nervous smile as she began unbuttoning her plain yellow shirt.  She never had been big on clothing, and tended to just buy whatever was cheap and comfortably fitting.  Like most days, she just picked a top and a pair of jeans from the ‘clean’ pile of her closet.  It felt fitting that her last clothing decisions so neatly captured the spirit of her journey.

“Well… I guess I’m just, honestly, not good with people.  I always had a hard time making friends, a harder time connecting with boyfriends… it just never came together for me, you know?”  She tossed her unremarkable top onto the ground, not caring what happened to it, and unbuttoned her jeans as she talked.  

“I hardly know anyone, I’m not really invested in my major, and I don’t have any big career aspirations or goals I feel passionately about… I pretty much don’t have anything I really feel for, and don’t see that changing.”

She wriggled free of her pants, unstrapping her slightly heeled sandals in the process.  “But I like sex, and I love the idea of being used… well, it’s grown on me.  All the fun, none of the work.  And the more I think about it, the more I really like it.  I get to stay beautiful and sexy without dieting, I get to have someone lust after me, I get to have my entire life defined by bouts of fucking and stretches of idle leisure,” she was blushing by the time she pulled her panties over the gentle curve of her hips, the shock of cool air on her yearning womanhood delightful.  

“But… well, the big thing, I want to be loved and treasured, and this is going to be an excellent way of doing that.  Mr… or I suppose even Ms. Right, will be whoever buys me.  And then I’m used, loved, fucked, played with, owned, and… damn I’m hot… and I don’t have to worry about finding the right person!  I don’t have to hassle with dates or families or any of that stuff, I just get boxed, bided on, bought, and then it’s a wonderful new life!”  She actually threw her bra across the floor as she finished disrobing, carried away by the excitement.  “Oops, I… uh, also don’t need to worry about being awkward or clumsy once I’m a doll, too,” she said to murmuring giggles and laughter from her peers.

“Very true,” Celine replied, walking after the flung bra before pausing, “now… what do we have here?”

Kimberly took a few hopping, excited steps around an island counter crowded with devices and monitors to see what the mage-tech had found, followed by a few of her colleagues (although she was pretty sure a few were more interested in following the bounce of her naked breasts than anything else).

“More clothes?” someone behind her asked as the scattered pants, underwear, and shirts came into view.  At a glance, Kimberly saw about two wardrobes scattered over a few feet of counter and floor, one male and one female.  A pair of feminine sandals and large sneakers near the base of a counter with a bed-like structure along its length confirmed this.  Looking up, she saw Celine carefully approach the counter, deftly avoiding the strewn shirt and panties along the path, and looking over Kimberly’s bra.

She pursed her lips as she considered the garment, and the ones around it.  “Well, I’m giving a tour, so I should mention that we take care with excess garments.  Every department has a few bins where we can store them, sometimes to equip customers who leave our facility with compatible new forms, but most we end up donating to charities.  For tax reasons, it’s very important they stay in good quality, and for safety reasons we make sure each lab is thoroughly cleaned at least once a day.  My department does it thrice daily, and all my techs know it…”

There was something curious about her tone, “do you think they missed these?” Kimberly ventured.

She shook her head, golden hair swaying artfully, “not likely.  They’re usually very thorough, and I don’t think any of my current techs want to be, ah, ‘made example of’.  No, this room was clean when we opened our doors today, which means…”

She gently picked up Kimberly’s bra, her lips changing to a satisfied smile as some of the students gasped.

Kimberly’s modest grey undergarment had fallen upon, and largely obscured, a fourteen inch long double-headed pinkish-purple dildo.  Celine gently put aside Kimberly’s bra and picked up this new toy.  She experimentally flexed it within her delicate hands, fingers artfully tugging and nudging the twin shafts in a full ‘u’ position, and then straightening them out again.  Running one finger over the smooth glans of one end she turned toward the crowd, “by chance, are we missing anyone?”  

Heads turned, students took stock of the people they knew, and Kimberly tried to remember who else was in the elevator coming up.

A brunette brought both of her hands up to her mouth to cover her gasp, “oh!  I haven’t seen Michael or Jane since we got here!”

“Um… I think I saw them slip by.  They were hurrying out of the other lab… you know, the kind of hurry you make when you don’t want to be noticed but, uh, really want to get where you’re going?” a guy added, raising an arm to scratch behind his head as his mouth cringed with embarrassment.  

“What happened to them?” Claire asked.

Celine nonchalantly walked away from the device, rolling Jane and Michael over in her fingers, testing their pliability, flexibility, her eyes half-lidded as if feeling for some unseen characteristic.

“I believe the device they stumbled upon is something of a pet-project of Lyriel, one of my more promising techs.  She’s an exquisite sorceress but… well, only a middling engineer.  Passionate with her work, though, and not willing to let things like technical limitations suppress her drive.  She’s off today, or she’d be able to talk your ear off about her special project, but the gist of it is she wanted a device to help her meld lovers together, trying to tap mutual affection to create a resonance effect with ambient lust auras,” Celine waved a free hand, dismissing the line of thought as her terminology drifted towards the technical.  

“I imagine she’ll be in for a very happy surprise when she gets back.  The machine is a joint project between her and a few of the girls in engineering, so I’m not surprised if it has something of a hair trigger right now.  But from the sensations I’m feeling from its first… test subjects, I suppose, she may be onto something.”

“What are you going to do with them?” Kimberly asked.  Mostly, she voiced the thought to help her efforts of keeping her hand away from her pussy.  Naked, so close to her ultimate fate, and surrounded by such wondrous tools, and it was fast becoming a difficult struggle not to finger herself in public.  

Celine placed the sex toy on a counter next to a monitor and a series of books and ledgers.  “I intend to leave the new toy in a safe place so Lyriel can examine it when she returns.  Tempting as it is to try, these changes may be unstable.  When she gets here in a few days she can examine the object, test it, and then… well, then its hers to do with what she will.  We’ll probably end up selling it at some point.  But there’s a lesson here,” she turned directly to the students and deliberately spoke, “naughty students who run off away from their tour-giver may get turned into dildo and sold at auction.  So… keep that in mine.”  She laughed softly, stroking the new sex toy, and returned her gaze to Kimberly.

“Ah, but I have a doll to make, don’t I?” she clasped her hands and favored Kimberly with an intense, delighted smile.  Slowly, she walked around the naked woman,  taking in Kimberly’s pert handfuls of breasts, cute round ass, smooth taut stomach, and pretty if unremarkable face.

“Very good for a girl, but a doll takes a more passive role in these things.”  Celine placed her hands on Kimberly’s breasts, sending a surge of warm, erotic, powerful sensation coursing through her chest.

Kimberly’s gasp turned into a surprised moan as her modest chest expanded, her breasts ballooning outward to match Celine’s retreating hands.  She felt the magic, the arousal, and the new weight tugging at her in equal measures, remaking her body.  

She staggered under the weight, adjusting to her new center of balance.  Not daring to believe her eyes, she cupped her new volleyball sized breasts up, feeling their soft mass fill her hands.

“Simple expansion,” Celine said as she circled her subject.  “Not as sensitive as some of the more involved procedures, but don’t worry.  Having girls for tits pales in comparison to being made of silicone.  Of course, you won’t be able to play with them yourself, but there are other benefits…”

Kimberly felt the sorceress-technician lay hands on her ass, and the innervating rush of  power and pleasure coursed into her butt.  She squeaked in shock and delight as her ass filled out into a rounder jiggly cushion.  Bizarrely, she felt her new bubble butt bob with her surprised movements.  

“You’ll appreciate the extra stability,” Celine said by way of explanation as she finished her circle around Kimberly.  She didn’t wait for her subject to replay, but rather cusped her head in her gentle hands and planted her lips on Kimberly’s.  

Kimberly had been expecting the kiss; Celine seemed to like weaving her spells with her tongue, and Kimberly soon understood why.  She had an admittedly small sample pool to work with, but Celine was a good kisser.  Bold, firm, but at the same time gentle… she led the embrace and with expert movements wove both pleasure and magic into the spell.  It wasn’t the sudden surge that the previous adjustments had been, but rather a more subtle and powerful reworking.  Kimberly was vaguely aware of dozens of small changes… shifting proportions, a slight adjustment of her posture, reshaping around her nose… she felt her lips grow pouty and inviting, and her hair cascade down past her shoulders.  But there was still something more, something deep and powerful and all-encompasing, wrapped in an aura of joy of sensation that easily overshadowed everything else.

Kimberly knew it was the spell that would turn her into a sex doll.  She embraced it, pouring herself into the kiss and opening up the core of her being for this long-sought gift.  

She was weak in her knees when the warm embrace ended, Celine’s graceful arms supporting her as she struggled with her new balance.

“Mmm… you’ll do wonderfully,” Celine cooed, gently brushing a stray lock of hair away from Kimberly’s flustered face.  

Briefly, Kimberly wondered if she should be worried about such a display in front of her classmates, but shrugged the thought away; why should a doll care if she had an audience?  She didn’t know if the thoughts came from the magic or her own devious dreams, but she was far too excited to really care.  Her new body felt sensual, so full and open and lustful… she wouldn’t have liked to live her life with it, but she almost wished she could have a week or so to play around with her new proportions.  Almost, because as fun as her new whorish tits and gropable ass could have been, it just would have been time detracted against her inanimate heaven.  

“Now that’s the hands-on part of this process.  The rest is rather more peaceful…” gently, she took one of Kimberly’s hands and led the euphoric woman to a chair of sorts.  It was obviously a magi-tech device, but it resembled nothing more than a dentists’ chair, albeit one with richly cushioned black-leather cushions.

Even with Celine’s hand, Kimberly found the short walk difficult.  Her new additions swayed and tugged and made her giddy with sexual excitement.  She had to sway her hips to move her full thighs, her glistening pussy in full display, shining her desire in the play of the ceiling lights.  Slowly, she settled herself into the chair, wriggling the alien but inviting cushion of her new ass as she settled.  

As Kimberly settled, Celine fiddled with a computer display on an adjacent terminal.  Kimberly couldn’t see how it was connected to her seat, but she felt a new force… a soft, subtle, magical feeling almost like a sub-sonic thrum began to reverberate through her.  It was almost ticklish.

“This is my favorite approach to doll making.  Most of the work is done by hand and magic, and this lovely little device will handle the rest.  It works a subtle, incremental change that captures every detail and reinforces the internal spell-weave.  And it takes a while.  Not to worry though, my delicious Kimberly; you won’t sit up from that chair.”

Kimberly giggled, her new tits jiggling lewdly with the motion.  “This is amazing… I can… I can totally feel it!  How will I know when I’m a doll?”

“Well, for starters, you won’t be able to ask,” Celine teased, running a finger over one of Kimberly’s enlarged boobs.  “And I imagine being packed and shipped will be a pretty good indicator.  Other than that… well, its gradual.  You probably won’t notice when you cross over from living girl to sultry fuck-toy.  Normally, not being able to move is a good indicator, but this machine has a failsafe; you’ve been primed for this transformation, so it’s largely disabled your control over your arms and legs.  No getting up off your chair until you’re a full and proper dolly.”

True enough, Kimberly found her arms and legs unresponsive.  She could feel the magic working on them, subtly tickling and tingling as her skin turned into synthetic silicone.  She wanted to touch them, to feel the shift in texture, but could only giggle; this exercise was delightfully excruciating, and likely a good primer for spending the rest of her life inanimate.  

Celine turned to face the gathered, staring students, “Now, we do have some time until our lovely doll is finished, so now would be a perfect time for questions… or maybe another demonstration.”

“How many people do you turn into things?  I mean, like, on a weekly basis?” a guy in the group asked.  Kimberly was able to turn her head just enough to see him in the crowd, but felt a tug guiding her gaze back to its original forward-facing position.  

“We’re a small, specialist department.  And by our nature, while we entertain repeat customers, we don’t really have repeat clients.  There’s a lot of variance that makes an average number somewhat misleading, but if I had to account for the weeks when we have special offers and surfeit of the erotically adventurous and the weeks when we spend almost all our time tinkering with spells and machines…” Celine shrugged, “I’d say about five per week.  If things are particularly slow, some interns or probationary techs may end up transferring to our inventory, but I try to discourage that.  Usually.”  

Another hand raised from the crowd, and another student spoke, “what were those latex catsuits we passed on the way in?  Did those use to be people too?”

Celine spun around and quickly darted to a cabinet mounted near Kimberly.  Again Kimberly followed her movement, and again she felt a delicious restriction in her mobility, a rigidity that kept tugging her neck strait.  Celine quickly opened the cabinet and revealed a couple stacks of folded latex.  She picked up a black one and it unfurled into a seamless, wrinkle-free form-fitting catsuit, complete with a pair of stiletto-heeled ballet boots.

“These nifty little outfits are magical constructs we call conversion suits.  To answer your last question, no, these were never animate.  Once they were ordinary latex, but several layers of subtle and complex enchanting have made them into something much, much more.  The magical enchantments are designed to slowly convert the wearer into a variety of fun and useful items.  Our models are the original, and are still the most matter efficient means we have of crafting sexual aides.”

“Most efficient?” a thin guy in a loose fitting t-shirt asked, cocking his head and letting his artfully unkempt long hair fall over in front of one of his eyes.  

“By a direct method I turned your classmate, what was her name?  Anyway, she became three fleshlights because I had about three orifices, about three toys worth of material to work with.  The conversion suit applies a similar spell, but with a greatly increased surface area of contact and a longer lasting cast duration.  With one of these, we can turn a volunteer into over a dozen objects while maintaining sufficiently high saturations of essence and consciousness.  Normally, we can make just over twenty products from one subject with this.”

“Kinky,” Kimberly said.  She could see her hands on the chair’s armrests, and noticed a new texture creeping over her fingers.  The color was just slightly off from her skin tone, with the just the hint of a synthetic sheen.  She couldn’t move them even an inch anymore.  

“Hush.  Dollies don’t talk,” Celine said with teasing levity.  She held the conversion suit with one hand and used the other to pat Kimberly on her head, knocking a truss of brown hair down over, where it hung artfully just over her Kimberly’s right eye.  She left it there, looking sultry and partially obscuring Kimberly’s vision.  The knowledge that she’d never be able to move it out of the way made her pussy ache with need.

“Can I try it on?” the guy with unruly long hair asked, stepping tentatively in front of the group.

Celine’s sparkling eyes evaluated him momentarily before saying, “You’re not exactly the right shape for this one… but I don’t think that’ll be an issue much longer, will it?”

The guy, Kimberly remembered his name was Justin now, from her old abstract painting seminar, smiled deviously as he fished a small, pink pill from his front pocket.  He tossed it into his mouth with a smooth, casual motion.  Kimberly could hear him swallow it.

“I, uh, picked it up after Ron finished.  Just before you reduced him, her, into those toys.  It was so—hot!” Justin brought up a surprised hand to his lip as his voice cracked before the word ‘hot’.  That last word came out in a distinctively higher voice.

“Woah, is this what I’ll sound like?” he said.  

“For the next few hours anyway,” Celine said with a bemused grin, “afterward, I daresay what you’ll sound like will depend mostly on what kind of lube is being used.”  She gestured towards a countertop next to the conversion-suit cabinet, “strip.”

Justin smiled eagerly as he unbuttoned his shirt.  Just as he had the burgundy plaid thing on the ground the slight pronunciation of his chest swelled, popping outward as two pert orbs began to cushion his nipples.  He grasped his new boobs in delight, just in time for his hands and fingers to grow slender, subtly losing size and muscle along with his arms.  

“I have boobs!  This is so unreal,” he said.  Kimberly could see his lips grow as he spoke, becoming fuller and taking on a slight pout.  The curve of his eyes shifted, canting them slightly as dozens of small moderations to his nose, cheeks, neck, and chin transformed his face, degree by degree, from a young man’s to a youthful woman’s.  His hair didn’t change, but it suited his new face better than it did his old.  

Kimberly saw his head drop by almost half a foot and his naked waist narrow.  “Oh, wow, is it just me or is this happening quickly?” he asked, releasing his tits and darting his hands over to undo his belt line as widening hips began strain against the hem of his jeans.  He got them off just in time, tugging jean and boxers down as womanly hips finished curving outward.  Kimberly only caught a quick glimpse of the very head of Justin’s cock as it sank into his crotch.  The new girl squeaked in surprise and delight as her sex reversed, forming a very petite vagina.  

Gingerly, she stepped out of her now too-large sandals and approached the waiting sorceress-tech.  “Now what?” she asked, rocking on her feet and playing with her new center of balance.  

“Turn around, this part is simple.”  Celine stepped up behind Justin, who was grinning excitedly as she obeyed.  From her position, Kimberly could see that the latex catsuit opened along its back, a zipper-like mechanism opening it down to its ass.  Celine inched up behind Justin, her elven form resting against the shorter woman’s, holding the outfit in front of her.  

“Now, lift a leg,” she cooed into Justin’s ear.  Justin complied, slipping her leg into the outfit, her foot filling out the glistening black latex.  She lowered the leg, tentatively putting pressure on the black ballet heel that the foot ended in, her toes pointed directly to the ground with a nine inch heel offering the only other contact with the floor, almost parallel to her foot.  

“Now, up!” she supported Justin as the girl put all her weight on the ballet heel, lifting her other leg, and slipping it into the proffered garment.  She wobbled a bit, almost back to her old height in the new latex boots.  Celine didn’t hesitate as she guided one of the girl’s hands into a sleeve, tugging the outfit up above her shoulder.  She repeated the process and then zipped up the back of the outfit, contracting the outfit around her shapely torso.  It fit like a glove by the time the zipper, and the zipper line, vanished at the nape of Justin’s neck.

“Oh, wow… this feels… woah!  I can walk on these things now!” Justin exclaimed, taking a few tentative steps on her fetish heels with evident ease.  

“Magic,” Celine said, nodding her head in approval.  “That’s how the outfit got on so quickly too; it wants to be worn, and can make some adjustments to itself to fit its wearer.”

Justin rubbed her hands against her body.  They squeaked, latex on later.  “Wow, this… its tight, and I love this squeezing feeling, but its also like I’m not wearing anything at all!”

“You aren’t,” Celine said, gently picking one of Justin’s hands and guiding it over the back of her neck.  Kimberly could see only smooth black latex there, from her neck downward, and it seemed that that was all Justin could feel.

“Where’d the zipper go?”

“Gone.  The suite takes a while to work, but it binds instantly.  It’s already fused itself to you, becoming your skin.  Normally, a suite like this will convert its wearer into products in about a week, but the way you took to the pink pill, which itself is a magical primer… my guess is you’ll be good to sell in a few hours.  I doubt you’ll walk out of this facility today, and I can guarantee you’ll be for sale by the time the tour ends tomorrow.”

“This is so hot,” Justin murmured, rubbing a hand over the smoothness that was once her pussy.  Kimberly had to agree, but she was finding her breathing increasingly slow and automatic.  Without enough wind to voice a comment she licked her lips lustfully, the sensation far more intense than it had any right to be.  “I feel so tingly,” Justin added.

Celine patted Justin on her ass, nudging her back to her fellow students.  “The magic is making your ‘skin’ hypersensitive.  Think of it as a taste of things to come.  Feel free to have some fun while you wait; I’ve been told making out with latex skin is amazing.  You should feel the enchantment quickening just before you collapse into a pile of dildos, so just be mindful of where you fall.  Don’t want to damage the product, do we?  I should sense when the spell is finished, so I’ll send a tech to collect you.  For this type of transformation, its company policy to offer one of the resulting toys gratis to a person of the subject’s choice, so if there’s anyone you’d like to gift a piece of yourself too, now’s the time to declare it.”

Justin laughed, smooshing her latex boobs with her gloved hands.  “This is so fucking much, I can’t believe I’ve actually gone through with this!  Uh, I dunno… I guess, can I give one to whoever’s there?  Like, anyone who picks one of me up when it happens?”

Celine laughed, “I’ve heard odder requests.  Go ahead.  Any other questions before I move you on to another department?”

“Why are you so gung-ho about dildos?” Claire asked, casting a curious look at Justin (who Kimberly could just barely see flirting with her old roommate).  

“A bunch of reasons,” Celine replied, “there is always a consumer market for dildos.  Some girls, and guys, really like the stimulation of being filled, or even just having a sizeable object to focus their arousal on.  I can personally attest that they work well with some of the more, mhmm creative modifications we perform, too.”

Celine shrugged before she continued, “also, we do a lot of business with porn studios.  They love dildos because they look good for camera, they’re something large and noticeable.  And they love using our dildos because they’re designed for pleasure conventional manufacturers can’t touch.  Trust me when I say they feel as well as the actors make them look.”

Claire cast an unsure eye towards the counter with Jane and Michael, her lips cringing just a bit.  “It seems so… I dunno, wasteful.  I mean, I guess I can see the appeal, but wouldn’t smaller vibrators offer much more use?  They’re easier to use, easier to carry, and they’re… well, I know I love mine.  Better than a lot of… um, phalluses, that I’ve sampled.  Not all that many, not at all, but still…”

Kimberly’s hyper sensitive lips slowly curled into a smile; Claire was so adorable flustered.  She wondered what those lips would feel like against her silicone skin, what those warm hands could do with her yielding form.  Kimberly couldn’t move her head anymore, but she could see her enlarged tits had taken on the subtly false form of her new synthetic skin.  She also knew her chest no longer rose and fell with breath.  She was almost inanimate, and the excitement kept growing.  She’d never felt so horny before in her life.  

“So… do you ever make vibrators, then?” Claire asked, trying unsuccessfully to fight her rosy blush.  

Her excitement only grew as Celine brought a single finger to her lip, rubbing it quizzically as she contemplated Claire with those sparkling sapphire eyes.  “I don’t have any pending orders, but I have worked that particular change a few times before.”  She approached Claire and languidly stroked her jaw, letting her finger linger over the college girl’s mouth for a split instant, “and they always sell so quickly,” she purred.  

Claire took a half-step backward, her legs shaking with shock, surprise, or sudden arousal.  Kimberly couldn’t tell, but found herself leaning towards the last option.  

“Um, but it was just a… I mean, I don’t want to be a vibrator… I mean, I’m sure you make really good ones, but… but I don’t want to be a sex toy today, err, ever!”  

Celine didn’t move.  Rather, she continued to appraise Claire, tilting her head as grinning as though she could see something no one else could.  For a trained sorceress, Kimberly reasoned through the growing haze of arousal enveloping her, that could very likely be true.

“You’d make a wonderful model.  One of a kind, of course.  Petite, small enough to fit into some lucky lady’s purse.  I imagine she’ll want to take you with her everywhere.”

Celine took a step around Claire, to her right.  She examined Claire’s profile, again peering off into some unseen expanse, painted with some secret information known only to those with sorcerous eyes.  But Kimberly knew Claire, knew the girl’s cute button nose, almond-shaped brown eyes, adorable sprinkle of freckles, lips that always seemed to be laughing, a gifted and clever tongue… what other gifts might that tongue possess?  The thought of the cute brunette licking Kimberly out was almost orgasmic in itself.

“Lavender.  You’ll definitely be lavender color; its feminine, its tasteful, its fun without being overdone or an exaggeration of itself.  It’ll suit you beautifully.  Now, I could smooth away your features for something sleek and round and, well, phallus shaped… but I don’t think so.  I think you’ll do much better as yourself.  Like a private little pixie eager to share her gifts of happiness and pleasure.  Oh, you could give so much pleasure…”

Kimberly would have laughed if she could.  She could just barely see Claire, her legs crossed together, trying to conceal or combat her growing arousal.  She was nibbling on her lip with nervousness.  Kimberly recognized that position, that attitude, that movement.  Claire was trying to convince herself something that sounded beautiful and wonderful wasn’t.  She was trying to convince herself not to plunge forever into a secret fantasy and lustful abandon.  She was trying and failing.  

“You have so much energy, so much vigor.  It would be easy to use that.  You’d never need a battery, and that delightful passion of yours will buzz into your loving user every time.  Imagine, that delightful flow of lustful, happy power, from you to your owner and back as your bask in her sensation and warmth.  You’d have settings for a quickie in a bathroom stall, and settings for a long night with scented lotions and candles and cheesy romance novels.  Imagine the warm wetness, the caressing fingers, the pleasure and motion… wouldn’t it be such a lovely existence?  Would you love to be turned into a darling little vibrator?  I could do it right here, right now, and you’d enter your new life in minutes.  Just think of how happy you’d make your owner!  So, my darling, may I turn you into a vibrator?”

Claire opened and closed her mouth without uttering a sound.  Her cheeks were the color of roses, and Kimberly thought she could feel the blush from her chair a dozen steps away.  Claire was breathing heavily, eyes darting from Celine, to the latex-bodies Justin, to the double-headed dildo on the counter, and deliciously to Kimberly.  

“Please?” Celine asked, pouting her lips ever so imploringly.  

“Okay,” Claire said.  “Okay,” she repeated more firmly, “let’s do this before I think better of it!  What’s first?”

Celine kissed the arts student, wrapping her arms around the woman in an embrace.  Kimberly felt the now familiar tingle of magic in action, though it was hard to pick from the tingling of her needy skin.  

Claire’s clothing began to unravel under the elven technician’s embrace.  Her over-shirt and tank top spun apart into component threads that themselves seemed to evaporate with a subtle purple-blue flare of magic.  Her bra followed suit as Celine moved her expert hands over its rear straps.  Wherever she touched Claire’s wardrobe vanished in a puff of smoke and magic, until Claire was naked save for her sandals.  

“I think that’s good for starters.  Forgive me if I’m not in the mood to carefully unwrap you, but I think I’ll be donating more than enough to our clothing collection for one day already.  Now, first things first, let’s get rid of the unnecessary distractions.”

“What distract-oh!” Claire gasped as Celine lifted one of the brunette’s hands and slipped the tip of her fingers into her mouth.  She repeated the motion with Claire’s other hand, even as Claire raised the first to eye-level and stared in disbelief.  Her fingers, starting at the tip, glowed with a violet light, and after a couple seconds of illumination they began to drift away in slender clouds of fast-dispersing purple vapor.

“My arms…” Claire whispered in awe and disbelief as she watched her forearm vanish in a puff of
smoke, her left arm beginning its own violet evaporation.  

“Now with this subject, oh, what’s your name my dear?” Celine asked.

“Claire.  My name is Claire Hobson.”  Claire was wiggling the stump of her left arm around as it vanished.  “That… that felt good… I mean, I don’t really know how losing your arms is supposed to feel… damn, I can’t believe they’re gone… this is kind of unreal,” Claire said.

“What did it feel like?” someone in the crowd, Kimberly couldn’t see that far to her left anymore, asked.  

“Tingly,” Claire said, “but, but also more… like, I can’t feel them anymore, but I still feel that tingly sensation.  It’s… this is so weird, it’s like halfway between ticklish and that tingle you get next to an electric current… but its also kind of arousing… oh, fuck I’m getting hot.”  Claire bit her lip, crossing her legs.  Kimberly imagined she’d be covering or playing with her breasts, but she didn’t even have the nubs of shoulders now, and the smooth, seamless skin where her arms used to be remained motionless.  

“We do have a device that can help with making a vibrator,” Celine said, softly tickling Claire’s armless shoulders with one hand.  Claire giggled.  “But for the sake of variety, I’ll be performing this process entirely by hand.  It’s a tad draining, but I’ll have a techie do the next tour group.”  

Celine rolled her neck and flexed her fingers before turning her intense blue eyes on her subject again.  “Now it’s time to correct for size.”

“What do you—oh!” this time Celine placed her lips on Claire’s ear, whispering the magic into the girl as she nibbled playfully on her earlobe.  Celine lowered her hands, one to the small of the shorter woman’s back, the other resting near the girl’s sex.  Kimberly thought she saw a finger slip in between Claire’s feminine lips.

Claire had scarcely squeaked her surprised delight when she began shrinking.  Celine stopped her kissing as Claire’s head lowered beyond her easy reach.  

“Eek!” Claire squealed, surprised but not alarmed, and wobbled uncertainly on her feet as her body reduced itself, inches at a time.  Celine strategically placed arms kept the armless woman from loosing her balance and tipping over, and once she got to three feet in height Celine bent down and lifted her up, bracing her ass and back in one hand and holding her stomach with the other.  Claire’s lithesome legs kicked adorably as she was taken off the ground.  At first her weight took a visible effort for Celine to manage, but she kept shrinking in the sorceress’ hands, until she sat comfortable in one hand, her legs spread around one of Celine’s fingers.  Her small head darted around, shaking her mahogany curls as she took in the world from her new perspective.

“The machines can help apply magic, and provide physical conduits to hasten its effect.  They would perform a number of these steps at once or in quicker sensation, but you must admit there’s something special to the personal touch, isn’t there?”

It was unclear if Celine was talking to the gathered students or Claire.  Claire said something, but she was only six inches tall now, and her voice couldn’t carry far enough for Kimberly to hear.  

Celine placed Claire on a stainless steel counter opposite of Kimberly (which she appreciated; watching this was making her even hornier and she couldn’t really move her neck or eyes anymore).

“And now let’s add the color,” Celine purred.  She leaned towards Claire, wobbling unsteadily on the counter, and blew onto the girl.  Kimberly saw Claire make another surprised sound with her lips (but she couldn’t hear her friend’s diminutive voice anymore), and watched with rapt delight as her tanned skin changed, the hue moving from a fleshy paleness to a light, lavender purple.  It spread like a blush, first from her cheeks and sex, until after a dozen seconds her hair and body were the same uniform, feminine color.

“Almost done now.  For this next part, I’m going to make things a bit easier to see…” Celine knelt at the edge of the counter and pointed an artful finger at Claire.  After a moment she raised the finger a few degrees upward and smiled as her subject was lifted into the air by invisible, magic means.  Claire wriggled and laughed silently a few inches above the counter top.  

“Losing the arms was necessary for her shape, but it’s time to address those legs now,” she spoke as Claire kicking legs were brought together, knee to knee and foot to foot.  Before their eyes her legs fused together, the definition between each limb blurring over until only their general, mostly extended shape remained.  

Claire was clearly enjoying herself, but her movement had begun to slow.  As her legs fused into a shapely rod she tilted her head back, eyes squeezed shut in overwhelming pleasure, lips parted open in a silent orgasmic moan.  “And with that, our lovely young lady is plastic.  There’s something special about that moment, the threshold from living to inanimate.  The knowledge that movement and agency are forever over, and that something new and beautiful had begun.”

“But right now, our volunteer is a lovely six inches of plastic.  And I promised so much more, so for the finishing touches…” she closed her eyes and whispered words of magic and power.  

The final changes were mostly internal.  From the outside, all Kimberly could see was the emergence of a petite black nub in the small hallow between Claire’s thighs, the tiny hole where her vagina had once been.  Lastly, a small hoop of lavender formed along the back of her legs, just large enough to comfortable secure a finger.  

Celine was panting when she finished, and the Claire-vibrator fell to the counter.  

“And there we have it, a Cosmagic manufactured vibrator.  Guaranteed to offer the very finest stimulation to its owner, and an eternity of carefree delight to its maker.”

She slipped a finger into the strap and casually rolled the black nub.  At her movement, Claire buzzed to life, vibrating in a soft, pleasant hum that seemed to carry with it a lustful force, an unheard but powerful energy.  

Celine brought Claire’s plastic, orgasmic, vibrating face up to her lips and softly kissed the toy.  She turned her attention to Kimberly and looked her over for an instant.

“It looks like our doll is done too.  How are you, Kimberly?”

Kimberly found she couldn’t answer.  She could form words with her lips, extend her tongue, or even blink her eyes.  She could feel her body, and every inch burned deliriously with needy longing, but nothing would obey any commands she tried to give.  

Celine didn’t speak as she moved to the chair and grabbed Kimberly by her shoulder and hip.  Kimberly wanted to howl in pleasure; the simple touch send shockwaves of erotic energy coursing through her body.  The sensation was wondrous and more intense than anything she’d ever experienced while animate, but it left her wanting more.  The touch was amazing, but it wasn’t sexual… and she was a sexual object now.  Kimberly knew, even through the shock of pleasure, that things would become much, much better than this.  

Celine lifted Kimberly easily; she was a fraction of her former weight now.  She pulled the new doll into a fireman’s carry and then plopped her onto the counter Claire had finished transforming on, the vibrator still strapped to her finger.  Where the sex-toy’s buzzing body brushed against Kimberly’s silicone flesh the pleasure became more acute, like lightning in the storm of sensation washing over her.  

From this new position Kimberly could see a mirror mounted on a nearby device, and through it she witnessed her destiny.  

She was hardly recognizable as the shy, slight girl who stepped into the lab.  Her tits were full and gigantic, and her face was sensual and wanton.  Her features had been subdued, exaggerated, and altered to make her a more perfect receptacle of lust, but she could still see some of her old face and figure in the doll she’d become.  Her face was frozen in a sultry, welcoming, wonton guise with her full lips parted open, eager to receive a cock or a finger or anything!  Celine had her sitting on her enlarged ass (she was right, this new one made a much better platform) and made a few pushes, posing her with her legs spread open.

“This model is fully posable, and can be left in any number of positions… although it doesn’t have the strength to stand up on its own.”  To demonstrate her range of motion, Celine posed Kimberly’s arms back, as if bracing herself on the counter, leaning her torso backward just a bit, as if ready to receive a lover’s charging embrace.  

“The model is hyper realistic, with all of the best life-like features.”  To emphasize this point she squeezed one of Kimberly’s boobs with one hand.  The soft orb yielded instantly, without a hint of turgidity or rigidness.  It even jiggled for a second as she withdrew her pressure.  Kimberly would have crumbled in sensation and pleasure if she could have moved.

“It is self lubricating and will magically adjust to a suitable body temperature when in use.”  To display this claim, Celine brought the finger with the vibrating Claire up to Kimberly’s face.  Slowly, she let the woman-turned sex toy drift over Kimberly’s yielding soft lips, and then slipped it into her mouth.  She withdrew the vibrator an instant later to reveal the glean of clear fluid along Claire’s frozen face.  The process had been greater than every sexual dalliance and exploit Kimberly had known in her admittedly short collection, and yet it still felt… teasing.  

Celine sighed, drained by her recent exertions but filled with an earnest satisfaction.  She smiled with soft pride over her creations before returning her gaze to her audience.  She unfastened Claire as she spoke.  

“Like I mentioned, all our products are designed and intended for extended use.  I fully anticipate Kimberly to outlast her owner.  And likely whoever ends up owning her next.  I know it’s a big decision, but there is a lot to be said for surrendering yourself to an eternity of inanimate pleasure.  And of course, there’s much to be said for owning one of these objects of desire.  I’m certain my colleagues are waiting for you at your next stop, so let’s wrap this up.  I can answer any questions you have on the way, but I really must take a rest soon.  I’m not used this much direct exertion so quickly.”

Celine looked at Kimberly, sitting on the counter, ready to be taken by her lover.  She smirked and approached the newly created doll.  Fluidly, she lowered the still-vibrating Claire into Kimberly’s synthetic womanhood, wedging her more than half of the toy’s buzzing length inside.  She blew a kiss to Kimberly’s unchanging face and turned her back on the doll, ready to escort the students to their next stop.

Kimberly saw the mage technician leave, ushering away her fellow students.  A couple cast backward glances towards her as they left her behind.  She realized she wasn’t one of them anymore.  She wasn’t a student of the Medview Institute of Art anymore.  That was an hour and a lifetime ago.  Now she was a doll in a workshop, with a former friend vibrating in her pussy.  

THIS was what she had been waiting for.  THIS was what she had fantasized over for a thousand nights.  Helpless, immobile, beckoning, and filled with pleasure.  The toy that had been Claire sang into her, filled her with such sensation and joy and purpose to wash away almost everything else.  It would only be a matter of time before that overwhelmed her, redefined her new existence.  Maybe she’d wake up, unpackaged and waiting in her owners bed?  But maybe she couldn’t, maybe fuck-dolls couldn’t sleep or black out.  Maybe she’d ride the indescribable pleasure forever, losing herself in the sensation.  She couldn’t help but anticipate both possibilities.

Kimberly the sex doll reveled, silently and immobile, in her new existence.  She let pleasure and purpose flood every pore of her synthetic being.  And she wondered if anyone would remember to take Claire out of her before they closed shop tonight…