Audrei was at a loss. She sat nude at her computer with her sexual drive on a steady 5 and nowhere for it to take her anymore. She pecked away at the keyboard in front of her, writing about one of the several fetishes that kept that sexual drive and arousal going. She then slowed .. and slowed.. and slowed once more before scratching her head and reading over what she had written. For the fifth time that night she held backspace deleting what she had written and sighed.

Audrei leaned back in her chair, letting her left hand slide in between her legs it idly flick her bean. Her passion for short erotic stories ranging from the mild to the extremely fucked up had carried her from site to site and from orgasm to wonderful orgasm. After a while she discovered more. Trashcan fetish stories, where the protagonist was disposed of, or dollification/mannequinization fetish where the protagonist what turned into an unmoving form of themselves in plastic. From there she discovered her inanimate fetish where the protagonist was turned into clothing or whatever the owner needed usually ending in a sextoy form at some point. Her deep seated need for submission and want to feel more lust eventually took her to mind control literature and from there discovered hypnosis videos centered around simply edging and keeping a blank mind. it was a way to be in that inanimate state feeling nothing but pleasure. While she enjoyed mindlessly masturbating to pornographic images amazing it always lacked something.

Audrei eventually came across a story of a woman that had her body modified. Not just modified, reduced to a simple headless, limbless torso. Reading a story where a woman was modified to this state instead of transformed hit a crucial part of her brain, scratching an itch that had yet to be felt. This began Audrei's deep dive into Body modification. Stories of people having more while also having so much less. Stories of people that only had the little they need for the story, only what they needed to feel pleasure, only what they needed to be a toy for their owners. She found the modified women sexy and wished to be like them, kept and cherisher while also fucked out of her mind and constantly horny. whether they were aware and wanting of the changes or unaware as they changed and their brain slowly changed to fit their new reality didn't matter to her as long as the subject was in a blissful sexually stimulated haze of there warped mind.

This longing for a story of such magnitude brought her to where she is presently. Naked,  edging, and swapping glances between a blank screen and a keyboard. Reading the smut was divine, but writing it didn't have words. As the writer, she not only had full control over the story but she was giving back to a community that had given her so much. She was the master of her written world, the supreme creator, the person that could turn her protagonist into quivering lips or a pile of indiscriminate parts.. and yet.. words and images refused to spill from her mind to the keyboard. The cursor mockingly blinked as she adjusted her naked body and swapped the hand that worked at her loins that Niki Minaj would putt away her bucket and mop for.

It wasn't as if Audrie had a lack of writing to do, having taken on a fanfic project for a  friend (one that she often referred to as her master) and another request that was slightly outside of her normal topics. No Audrie's problem was that she needed to establish herself as a writer of her particular brand of erotic taboo. She was here to write impossible erotic fiction about women that get turned into mindless sextoys for women and men to enjoy god damn it, and that is what she was going to do.

With new found vigor, Audrie Masturbated while typing with her other hand only stopping a moment to grab a dildo an arms reach away. She remained hyper focused on the story flowing from her mind, so focused that she didn't notice the changes happening to her. While one hand tapped and the other fapped he toes began to recede into themselves until all of her piggish had vanished. her foot soon followed inching its way into itself. The change continued up her leg it wasn't long before her calves were gone and her knees were to follow. As her thigh finished folding in on itself she released the dildo that she had stuck inside herself (for safe keeping) and moved her hand to her breast. As the disappearance of her body overtook her nether regions a sharp bolt of pleasure shot through her and she felt relived. Things were turning out nicely and she was on the brink of an orgasm when she slowed down. Something was wrong. her position in her chair was a lot lower, and she didn't feel as much pleasure. she stopped typing as the force making her disappear was about to reach her boobs. Her hand stopped fondling her last assets and she reached for the mouse.

Audrie scrolled up, shook her head and held her finger on the backspace key. Quick as the words were deleted from the screen her body grew back. The story wasn't right it had the feel but left out the best parts at the end. Whole once again Audrie went back to playing with herself and looking at the blank screen. As the naked woman fiddled with herself her eyes panned over to her porntrance tab that beckoned her to forget writing and click over for another night of edging instead. All it would take is the click of the play button.

Audrie slapped herself. This was her time to work. She would happily give herself over to that after the job was done.  She slumped back in her chair, tossing the dildo to the side she pulled a vibrator from next to her chair. In her current position she was more laying on the seat and she spread her legs to view the screen between them. she then plunked the vibrator into herself and turned it onto the perfect setting for her. As the buzzing overtook the room she put her feet on her desk first hitting one key with her toe and then another.

The story was back on! the room was now occupied by two sounds, one loud buzz and the other a rhythmic clacking as Audrie goth into another groove. As Audrie continued to type in this odd way she began sweating, her arms soon lost feeling, not that she noticed and her boobs began to sag to the side more than normal. Audrie's hands began drippling and clumps started to hit the floor like melted ice-cream. More of Audrie melted and fell to the floor, and her upper torso began to shrink. Word after word Audrie diminished her arms having already evaporated off the floor. Her spine cracking and shortening as her flesh harmlessly melted off into a puddle, ignored by its owner and stabilizing in size as the heat of the room made it all disappear even further. Audrie felt good about this one, nothing could stop her flow, she was on fire and her legs were just starting to sweat too.

IT WAS WRONG.

Audrie stopped writing suddenly, she needed to check over her work. She read through line by line and it didn't feel right. she was trying to make a breakthrough with her writing and this didn't feel like it was her favorite way of expressing it. Not to mention she couldn't read it. what did she expect, she had just typed a bunch of nonsense with her feet.

"UUGGHHHH!" Audrie let out an exacerbated moan as she moved her foot to hold the "=" button before correcting to the "enter" key then re-correcting to hold the "Backspace" key. After all the "=" were gone and her story started to fade from existence, her body appeared back into existence. her tummy bushing out from her hips leading up to her chest and neck. once the chest had reformed her arms pushed out the sides with her hands then her breasts comically swelled like two balloons and two audible blips marked the return of her nipples.

Audrie made a mental note to check the smoke alarm later and grabbed her industrial vibrator from the box of many sex toys that she kept next to her computer. most of the were strewn around the room where she had used them prior and neglected to clean them up. She turned on her salad tosser and began to toss her own salad again. She started to think of giving up on her small goal of writing that day, feeling better to relax. Maybe she would write something about her porntrance fetish or trashcan fetish or even her quicksand fetish and they would tell her to pursue her dream of being actually part of any of those instead. She couldn't get anything done like this. horny and with a case of writers block.

Audrie's eyes opened with a great idea for a story. She stuck the vibrator between her chair and herself pressing her pussy down into it as she started typing with both hands. she had an idea to keep all the parts that mattered from both stories. She typed as fast as her fingers would allow. soon there was a pop and a crack and she was a little lower. then another pop and crack. her feet seemed to sizzle and evaporate.

*SSSSSSSSSSSSS*

*pop* *crack*

Lower

*Click click click*

*POP* *crack*

*SSSSSSSSSSSSS*

Lower

As the minutes ticked away so did Audrie. Her vision began to dip below her desk, her legs reduced to mere stumps. Audrie kept typing away, resorting to only using her right hand when her arm became numb and started to sizzle. her body kept reducing itself as her short story continued. her breasts even with her vagina a very important transformation began to take place. her left arm gone, up to what used to be her shoulder. Her ass sank in folding her back and placing her vagina on the opposite side of her breasts.

"Almost done.." Audrie said as she started to lose her jaw and her head faded with the sizzle. The vibrator now deep inside her buzzed away rocking what little remained. Her breasts formed into one large boob and drew her pussy closer.

Audrie (what was left of her) Typed the final word of the story she worked so hard on. as her head faded she could somehow still see the screen. Using the mouse as the sizzle started in her last few fingers ready to claim her final arm, her cursor hovered over the submit button.

For a moment everything stopped. There was no sound and the sizzle stopped. Audrie smiled on the inside as she clicked that final time and the story began to upload. Once the upload was complete so was her arm. she was left there as a tiny onahole with a vibrator buzzing away inside her. She was content as the vibe edged her, for she knew that no matter the story she would never truly be satisfied. She would always want just a little bit more...

…or just a little bit less.

The Beginning.