Jane blinked to attention as the door opened.
“Finally! It feels like I’ve been waiting here for… wait, you’re not the techie who sat me down here…”
The man wore a Witch- Tech uniform… hadn’t the place been called Witchitech when she arrived? He looked rather surprised.
“Uhm… oh, oh dear… you’re wearing Harrison’s Buxom Bombshell Conversion Suit, aren’t you?”
Jane nodded her head. “That’s what the last gentleman called it, yeah. I was just walking by when he offered me forty dollars to try out a slightly enchanted body-suit. Wasn’t expecting it to be so kinky, but… It feels really nice. Tight, but… in a good way. And it definitely made me more buxom…” She frowned for an instant, “and… well, I was warned this would be arousing, but I had no idea it would make me this horny.”
“Uhm… right,” the technician said, looking nervous. And cute. Hot, really… “The thing is… uhm, can you move?”
“Of course I can. I sat down here, didn’t I?”
But, now that she thought about… well, moving felt kind of silly. She was so comfortable here. And what was really supposed to move anyhow? “I mean… I’m talking to you, right?”
The techie grimaced. “You see… uhm, Harrison was testing this device for sales eligibility… seven months ago. He was called away after the first tests revealed the results were rather more… permanent that anticipated.
“Well, I don’t see why that’s bad. I’d rather like to hold onto these breasts. They feel so magnificent… in fact, everything feels so… sensual… wouldn’t you like to… I don’t know… touch me?”
“Uhm, I’m sorry ma’am, but, the thing is… you’re mostly a doll now.”
Jane blinked. “Pardon?”
“A sex doll, to be precise. You feel so tight not because the suit is restricting, well, not just because the suit is restricting, but because you’re inflated. Below the neck, your skin is silicone and your insides are just compressed air. You can’t move anything beneath your neck because it’s all inanimate… and that’s probably why you didn’t realize you’ve spent more than half a year in this closet… the literature suggests inanimate objects sort of phase out… they don’t experience boredom or much of anything until they’re engaged. It keeps formerly human objects from losing themselves in dullness while they spend time in closets and drawers…”
“Oh…” Jane said. It did make a sort of sense… “So, if I’m mostly a sex doll, why am I still able to talk to you? And what happens now?”
“Well… the suits weren’t supposed to turn users into dolls, but the enchantments were kind of sloppy. That you’ve been left like this, for so long… you may just be kind of inanimate… I won’t lie, this makes your status a headache… I’m not sure you really count as a person anymore or as an object property of Witchitech… or maybe even Witch Tech… fuck, I’ll have to consult legal. Hell, we may need to hire a legal department if what I heard about HQ downsizing was true…”
“So… as I understand it… I’m mostly a sex doll now, physically and mentally, and there’s no way this can be undone…” Jane licked her lips as she thought this through. If she’d been in this room for seven months, then she would have definitely been fired from now. Her roommate probably found someone else to split the lease with, and likely sold off all her stuff. But, there was something more important than all of that she had to address first; “Would you kindly fuck me senseless now?”
The techie looked surprised, “but uhm…”
“If I’m still a person, then I am asking you now for intercourse out of my own free will as a fully consenting adult. And if I’m an object then what I want doesn’t matter and you can just do what you want with company property. In fact, if I understand this all, I may be property of a company that’s no longer extant, which you just found, so nothing’s really stopping you from just carrying me to your place and keeping me as your own personal fuck toy. Which, fine I guess, but first I desperately want to fuck and can’t seem to move much on my own, so would you do the honors?”
After a second of stunned silence, the techie closed the door and began unzipping his pants.