Lucy first noticed something was odd at happy hour. It was a business party, a holiday get-together for the whole office. The punch was spiked, the mood jovial, and she had a surprisingly good time for an office party.
It was a tad raunchy, though. Jess was wearing a scandalously low-cut blouse to show off her recently expanded breasts, each the size of a basketball. David from accounting was sporting a similarly unnaturally large bulge in his trousers. And the interns, magically fused into a single busty, flirty girl, were all over both of them. It had been fun to watch. It might have been more fun to do more than watch, but the punch wasn’t nearly strong enough for that.
Still, that warm excitement seemed to linger. Towards the party’s tail-end some of her coworkers said some curious things, commenting on her skin, asking if she was using a new moisturizer or beauty cream.
She didn’t understand why until she caught a glimpse of her reflection on the cab ride back; her skin was smooth, without blemishes, almost… shiny. And that sight just made her more excited.
By the time she left the cab the sheen on her skin was unmistakably plastic. By the time she reached the door of her apartment her fingers felt numb and she had to fumble with her keys, dropping them on the ground when she slammed the door closed behind her.
She pawed off her clothes as she dashed to her bathroom. That warm arousal was spreading, and now her skin was feeling… oddly tight… constraining, in a pleasant way, oddly titillating way. When she got to her bathroom and the mirror there she gasped at what she saw.
Her fingers felt numb because they were gone, merged into simple mittens. Her skin was synthetic and shiny. Her mouth opened but no sound crept past her full, scarlet lips.
She was turning into an inflatable sex doll.
But why? Had the office party punch been spiked? No one else had looked different by the end of the get-together. Maybe someone slipped something into her own drink? But she never let it out of her sight. Could someone have cast a spell upon her? Without her knowing? How long ago? Could it be a side effect, a wayward enchantment in her cosmetics?
Belatedly, she realized her doll-mittens were stroking her synthetic nipples. It felt divine… but the movements were getting slower, harder to manage.
She looked amazing. So sexual… even the seams and shine were amazing, highlighting her new artificiality…
It was a Friday. She hadn’t made any plans for the weekend. How long would it take for someone to find her? Could they reverse these changes? Some dollifications were reversible… but only if countered during a certain timespan. Would they find her while she could still be changed back? If this was done by someone on purpose, would they just take her?
Movement was becoming impossible. She found herself inanimate, staring at her reflection, with nothing she could possibly do but wait and ponder the very real possibility that she would be an inflatable sex toy for the rest of her life. There were so many questions… why did she change, what would happen to her, and, most important in her mind, would the person who eventually found her at least use her?