Janet was trying not to freak out, but her career was hanging in the balance and she did not know what to do. The Tele-communication Conference is Orlando this year, so she had been sent there by her boss to be at the booth with some of the local employees (which she has met before) of their southeastern communication company. She had all of the items shipped ahead of time, so they should be in a series of boxes in the warehouse adjacent to the convention center. The local crew should be there right now getting the giveaways out and setting up the booth. She, on the other hand, is not there supervising because she cannot find her pass to the convention center. The lanyard and ID card are missing. She thought she laid it on her hotel-room table, but it is not there.
Now to her defense, she spent a late night in the club across the street. With just a couple hours of sleep and a slight hangover, she is struggling to remember the evening, let alone her conference pass. The convention center is closed to the public until tomorrow, but if she does not show up today, she will be fired. And since the company paid her way here, she would be stranded in Florida, which is not a bad thing, but being unemployed is definitely not good.
Retracing her steps, she walks back down to the lobby area. Getting turned around, she ends up walking out the service entrance rather than the front lobby. As she gets into the loading area, she sees a strange sight that stops her in her haste. Against the wall, there are three ladies standing in mannequin like poses in latex cat suits: red, white, and blue. They seem so real, but would real people stand so still? She wonders.
Walking by them, she looks closer. Each one looks real, like they could just walk away by themselves. Touching the red-suited, African-American “lady”, she feels the soft rubberized skin. While it does seem real, she can tell it is not quite right. Looking around the empty loading dock, she cops a quick feel of the white-suited, Asian “lady.” Wow, she marvels keeping one hand on her breast while cupping herself with the other hand, these feel really real. Shaking her head, she giggles and steps away, momentarily forgetting her predicament.
A few minutes later, she comes back through the garage area of the hotel. Her search of the parking lot and the-now-closed-for-the-day club turns up nothing. She cannot get a vendor's badge now, with them all sold or handed out. She cannot get a general populace badge that will get her in today. She can feel the world spiraling down around her. As she steadies herself on the railing up the short stairs to the back of the hotel, she can hear voices.
Looking over, three men are standing around the 3 “ladies.” She cannot hear what they are saying, but her ears catch two words: convention center. Pretending to be checking her purse while walking closer to them, she overhears, “...need the other van to get them all in it.” As she stops just behind them, but slightly around the corner, she hears, “...the conference starts tomorrow so these 'booth babes' gotta be delivered today.” The guys turn to head back to their pick-up truck sitting by the loading dock. Janet slides back more into the doorway. Cramming into the logo covered truck, she recognizes the yellow and black art on its side. Hmmm, she recalls, they are right next to the car rental place I got my car from yesterday.
Figuring they will be gone for at least 20 minutes, she hatches a plan to get into the convention center's Telecommunication Conference and save her career. There is a latex store attached to the club she was in last night (probably owned by the same people). If they are open now, she could find a latex cat suit there and with a little primping, she could be a fourth booth babe. With a smile, she turns on her heel to leave the garage. She calls behind her, “Be back in a moment, ladies.”
She walks briskly the half-block to Flint's World of Sex Shop. She has never been in a store like this before but it looks like you might expect it to look. There are “naughty” items all over the place. It looks like they are organized loosely around the warehouse. The old man behind the counter perks up when she walks in, “Good morning, ma'am.” She nods to him and asks, “I need a latex catsuit, please.” The old man looks her up and down, as if he is imagining her in just that, and replies, “I think we have something just for you. Oh, Kate, come help our customer.” Janet turns to see a woman about her height sauntering up towards her.
From the looks of her, she is a robot, with her glossy skin and perfect shape. She is wearing a super heroine's costume. She has dark blue fishnet pantyhose with matching knee-high boots with a sharp heel. Her top is strapless and has a corset look about it. Her dark blue leather jacket covers very little, and her blonde-blonde hair looks perfect. Kate stops just short of Janet and says, “Hi there, miss. I am Black Canary and ready to assist your needs.” Janet nods and giggles. Black Canary, she thinks to herself, what kind of crazy superhero name is that?
“Oh, right,” the old man jumps in with, “Black Canary can help you find our latex cat suits and assist you in trying them on.” Black Canary puts her arm in Janet's and escorts her to the latex clothing section. She makes no small talk, but seems quite happy to do her job. Hmmm, Janet ponders, I wonder if being a calm robot all day would be easier than being a stressed out human all day. If Janet could read Kate's thoughts, she would hear, “Oh the days of being human and going wherever you want, shop whenever you want, and be whatever you want.” Kate would cry if she could, but her reprogrammed body had deleted that months ago.
As they look at the aisles of latex, Janet says, “I'm in a hurry and need this as soon as you can.” Kate nods and begins to move even faster. Within seconds, she comes back with solid silver and solid black catsuits. The latex is incredibly shiny and feels slick under Janet's finger tips. “Well, let me try the silver one on.” Kate hooks her arm in Janet's and gets her into the dressing room. Janet expects for the “superheroine” to leave, but as soon as she is in, the door closes, and she finds her clothes being quickly removed. Before she can react, she had been stripped down to her panties and bra.
The sales bot turns around to get the catsuit hanging on the door. Janet catches a quick glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror. Her 5 foot 5 frame fits easily in the large mirror. Her 32-24-35 frame is not spectacular but she can turn a head or two when she really tries. She recently got a “boy-cut” on her hair due to the botch job of her ex-stylist. Her light brown hair and dark brown eyes make a great combination. Her skin is smooth but not perfect, so she uses lots of moisturizers to get that “glow” men love. Lost in thought, she does not notice that her “super friend” had been dressing her.
She shakes her head to see her hands being guides into the sleeves of the silvery attire. Her legs look tight and sexy beneath the silver “coating.” Her arms make a squeaking sound as she flexes them. The experience was easier than she thought, until the zipper started going up in the back. “The zipper on this model allows for the built in corset to pull you in and up while being disguised in the stitching.” Janet replies weakly, “Corset?” With the sound of the zipper, Janet feels her waist being constricted in. With each click, her waist gets smaller and smaller. She wonders where all that extra space might go, until she feels her back being stretched slightly and her chest filling out. The loose flaps that were her breasts in the suit have pushed and stretched the suit, making her look and feel very desirable.
“The zipper has a hidden pocket at the top, so your suit looks seamless,” Kate adds, “Even the zipper is covered by a latex flap.” As Kate puts her hands on her hips in a heroic fashion, Janet does the same. The two stand in the mirror and look at Janet's latex-covered, sexy body. Janet cannot even speak, course it might be from the corset. Kate asks, “Shall we try the other one?” Janet sees her phone on the bench with the time on it, “Uh, no, sorry, but I gotta go. I will take this one.” Kate nods and opens the door.
It does not take long to get her a pair of boots. She wanted something high up her leg, but the only thing in her size was the much-shorter ankle boot. Marginally satisfied with the 2-inch heeled, short boot, she walks up to the counter. The old man cannot take his eyes off her. He absent mindedly reaches for a bag for her new clothes, but she simply puts her old ones in it instead. “I will just wear it out, okay?” Janet tilts her head slightly, making the fellow nod while staring. He rings up the sale and says “thank you.” Janet turns to leave and waves to 'Black Canary' saying, “Thanks for the help, Hero!” Black Canary strikes a pose and replies, “Just doing my job, citizen.” Inside her head, Kate moans, how cheesy can you get.
The time back to the hotel takes no time at all. Janet is on cloud nine in her new suit. She has never felt such freedom. She never wears stuff like this. She never thought she could wear stuff like this. The whole walk back is exhilarating. It is not until she reaches the loading area that reality comes back. Ok, she thinks, the moment of truth here. Walking up the steps, she goes to stand with the other 'booth babes'; however, she hears the sound of a vehicle coming into the garage. Not sure who it might be, she pitches her purse behind a stack of wooden crates and freezes at the top of the stairs, just 10 feet from the others. She looks like she is walking, but both feet are on the ground completely. One arm is slightly out in front with the other slightly behind. Trying to remain clam, she maintains her pose.
The sound of a beeping truck tells her all she needs to know: the movers are back. She can see the van backing into the space between her and the other 'booth babes.' The doors open and close with the sound of stomping boots and grunting men. “Uh guys,” one starts, “Were there four?” The other two look at each other, shaking their heads. Uh oh, Janet fears, this is not working. The man to first talk comes up the steps and puts his hands on her latex covered butt. “Wow, this feels real,” he states while rubbing up and down her read end. The guys come over to him, with one saying, “I doubt a real woman would let you do what you are doing, am I right?” The third guy comes in closer and says, “Well, there is only one real test.” Gulp, Janet screams in her head, oh no!
He reaches out and cups her silvered breast. “Oh,” he says squeezing her tight, “Definitely fake.” The first guy asks, “How would you know?” The second fellow joins his coworkers in feeling her up and down, “Really, I mean you have not touched a woman's breasts since high school, right? He laughs at his joke, with the 'expert' replying, “Not like you have ever touched real ones in your whole life.” The sounds of 'oooo' and 'buuuurn' fill the garage and put Janet at ease. They are convinced, she reasons, whew!
They leave her alone and open the van doors. Two of the guys walk in and come out with a handtruck. Moving to 'Red', they prop her up and slide the handtruck under her. Leaning her back, she slides onto the handtruck and rides into the van. She hears some movement from inside the van, then they emerge with the empty hand truck. 'White' is next and goes in just as easily. They come back out to get the caucasian blue-suited 'booth babe'. Not paying attention like they should be, 'Blue' slides off the hand truck as they bump into the van. Janet can hear a crash, a struggle, and numerous cuss words outside her field of view. All she can think is, 'please don't let that happen to me.'
They come back for her, lastly. They tilt her slightly and put the handtruck under her boots. Janet tries to remain stiff and lean like a rubberized mannequin would. At a slower pace, they wheel her towards the van. She cannot see where she is going, as she is facing to the side. However, she feels the bump as they move from the loading dock into the van. Once inside they stand her up and put the handtruck to the side of the van. From her peripheral vision, she can make out two bench seats along the sides of the truck. There are two storage and tool cabinets at the end of each bench. On the left bench, she can see 'White' and 'Blue' sitting down with a seat belt around them. Their poses seem natural, like they are real women just sitting on a bench. 'Red' must be on the bench to her right.
She feels two sets of hands pull her backwards. She can feel the bench bump the back of her legs. With more force than is probably needed, she pushed into a sitting pose on the bench. The seat belt is stretched around her then cinched tight. Her arms are put by her side. As the one guy stands up, he makes the comment, “This one seems a little softer, don't you think?” One of the other guys pushes in on Janet's cheek. Trying to react naturally, she lets her head be tilted by the push. He remarks, “Maybe...we could go ahead give her another treatment like the other three.” Janet asks to herself, “Treatment?”
Two of the guys load up their equipment and tools, while the third comes up to her with a small can. Screwing off the lid, she can just make out a semi-clear gelatin inside. Dipping his fingers in it, he removes some of the goo and smears it on her face. The gel feels really cold, but she tries not to react. He rubs it on her face, being careful not to get it in her eyes. Janet tries her best not to move. Finishing her face, he pulls one of her arms out and up to be outstretched. He smears more goo on her exposed hands and up her wrists slightly. He repeats for the other hand.
As the one guy climbs in the driver seat, he says over his shoulder, “Better do her feet as well, since she stands on those.” The third guys kneels down and undoes the short zipper of her boots. Pulling on her foot, he extends her leg out straight. Turning away. He leaves her in the ridiculous pose of three of her limbs stretched out straight from her. She looks more like a doll now than ever before. He turns back around with a different canister. Pulling off her boot, he sits it down and scoops up some of this different goo.
The van starts up as he uses both hands to rub this strange cream on her feet. She can feel her feet turning colder, then warmer, then colder again. His hands seem to push in on her feet, like he is doing something more than just rub in this stuff. He notes, “Weird, this one has toes.” One of the guys up front replies, “Not for long.” Janet squeals inside, “What does that mean?”
Fearful of moving her eyes with him being so close, she continues to stare ahead as the van moves along the road. He finishes her left foot and extends her right foot up. Unzipping the boot, he pulls it off while extending her leg up to match the left. Holding onto the side of the van, he stands to get something out of the storage closet. Feeling safer, she looks down at her feet. The right looks normal with 5 toes, but her left does not. Her left foot is completely smooth, where even her toes have been blended into one solid piece of her foot. She tries to wiggle her left foot, but it seems completely stuck in that shape. Her right foot has motion as normal, which she tests slightly as he begins to turn around.
Resetting her pose, he kneels down and goes to work on her right foot. Within a few moments, he finishes the process, of warming and cooling her right foot until it matches the left one. Janet is not sure what to think of that, other than she hopes it is temporary. “All done,” he says, “Should I check the others?” One of the guys in the front yells back, “Might as well.” With a slight grumble, he removes Blue's boot. Janet can clearly see her foot looks just like Blue's now: no toes and arched to match the boots. Whew, she thinks, it must be temporary then since they have to reapply this goop.
After getting Blue reset, he puts Janet's boots back on, rezipping them up and putting her feet back on the floor. He also returns her hands to her sides. She had almost forgotten they were out there, it almost feels like they were holding themselves up. Speaking on that, her face seems numb almost. Her slight smile feels much easier to hold now than before. In fact, she realizes, I feel much more relaxed than I thought I would, considering the situation I am in.
The next few minutes go back quickly. She can hear the van slow down and the driver roll down his window. There is an exchange of words and a passing of name tags and entrance cards to the guard. Within a few moments, the tags and cards are returned and the van is on the move again (but much slower). They wind and turn around the lot and eventually back into a spot. Janet's heart is starting to beat heavily, as her moment of truth is coming up.
The back of the van opens up, with the movers getting their handtruck in place. Janet, the newest booth babe, waits patiently with the others. They are in no hurry. They keep their seats while the guys get themselves situated. Within a few moments, Janet watches Blue and White unbuckled then stood up. Blue is placed on a hand truck and pulled out of the van, with White to follow. There is some shifting outside that Janet cannot quite make out. Wanting to look, she keeps her pose, just in case. Remember, she tells herself, I'm just a booth babe right now.
The guys come back in with their hand trucks. She feels them unbuckle her seat belt, then she is roughly stood up like the others. Her body is posed stiffly and placed on a hand truck. She feels like the guys are “accidentally” bumping into her curves more than they should. The hand on a hip, a palm on a cheek, and maybe a squeeze on the chest...hmmm, she wonders, are those really accidents? Her thoughts are interrupted by the cart waiting for her. There is a flat bed cart on the loading dock where Blue and White and standing at attention right next to each other, like they are in line.
She is tilted back and placed up onto the cart, facing White. They are about the same height, so they look glassy-eyed booth babe to deer-in-the-headslight booth babe “wannabe.” As they move her around. Janet's latex-covered breasts squeak in close to hers. As they add Red to the cart, she hears, “Not sure they all fit.” There is some grumbling then, “well, just push them closer.” Janet feels two hands on her butt as she is forced closer to White. She can feel her left breast being pushed inbetween White's. They start squeaking more as hers gets pushed in tight. Her other breast gets firm pressure as well, causing her to feel pleasure that she did not expect. Woah, she thinks in surprise, that feels really good. As she enjoys the tingling of pleasure over that, she feels two more latex-covered breasts shoved into her back. Oh, she moans to herself, that feels good. I don't even like being this close to another woman, she thinks while staring nearly nose-to-nose with one, but it sure feels good in this suit being pressed in by their suit.
With no fanfare, she feels motion as one of the guys must be pushing the cart. Okay, this is it, she thinks with excitement. She can hear all sounds of the convention center. There are people milling about, lots of chatter on the phone, smells of snack foods, whooshing of the lifts carrying people up and down the many floors. It was intoxicating, just as she planned, but with a bump of the cart and a squeak of latex against latex, she thinks, maybe not quite what I had in mind.
As they prepare to enter the convention floor with all the booths, they come to a stop. “Passes and permits, please.” The voice sounds higher than the guys, so it might be a woman. They hand her the various proofs of entrance. Janet begins thinking, ok, I gotta find a way out of here. As she ponders that, she hears the guard say, “You only have permits for 3 booth mates.” One of the guys replies under his breath, “Booth babe.” Janet would grin if she could, but now she may have another problem: they don't have a pass for me.
As the guys try to figure their way out, other people who have to set-up their booths come by. Janet can hear the whistles from the guys walking by, with some lingering to stare. She even feels a timid hand rest on her butt cheek, with a comment to follow: “Not as tight as mine”, and then a giggle after that. A group of ladies I guess stopped to check us out, Janet reasons, as several giggles follow that first one.
Due to the distraction, she does not know what they are doing about her, but she can feel Red being pulled away from her. Oh no, she thinks dejectedly, I got caught...all this for nothing. But while she pouts, the cart starts moving again. “We will get the other pass here as soon as possible,” one of the guys says. Janet can see out of the corner of her eye, Red leaning against the wall near the door. Yes, she shouts internally, I'm in!
The convention hall is gigantic. She can hear sounds being echoed all around the room now, like she is in a carpeted warehouse. With each turn of the wheel, a new person and booth comes into view. She cannot believe it actually worked. The mover guy (can't see which one) pushing the cart is in no hurry. After a while, the cart stops. “Mr Enfin?” “Yes? Oh, is this my booth babe?” “Yes, uh, which one do you want?” “Can you turn them around?” Janet feels two hands on her hips tug on her, and with the squeaking pull of her breasts with White's, she almost gasps audibly. Each one of them get turned to face Mr Enfin. He is in a polo and jeans with dark black hair and small wisps of gray at his temples. He looks fit with rugged features, Janet thinks to herself.
Walking up and down the cart, he looks at each of the booth babes on the cart. Like at a buffet table, he is trying to decide which one he wants to adorn his booth. “Well,” he starts, “We have a dark background on the booth this year, so let's go with the white one.” White is tilted and carried into the booth by the movers. She looks fantastic against that dark background, Janet thinks once they get her into position. “Yep,” Mr Enfin says, “Perfect! Thanks guys, catch you after the weekend is over.” The movers wave and reset Janet with Blue. They are not as tight, but Janet is as close to an asian woman as she has ever been. Her frozen features look flawless as she continues smiling slightly at Janet. Never moving either, Janet says to herself, so if she can do it, I can to.
They drop off the other booth babe without any fanfare, leaving Janet alone on the cart as he pushed it throughout the mostly empty conference hall. When he rounded a corner, she say a man she recognized. Across an aisle, she could see her company's logo on a booth wall, with a salesman in front of it. Alright, she screams inside, I'm so close to where I got to be.
The motion stops and she feels herself turning her back on Janet's booth to view “her” booth. A rather tall over young man walks up to her. Without saying a word, he cops a feel of her chest then runs his hand down between her legs. With the other hand, he pinches both cheeks in, causing her mouth to pop open. “She'll do,” he grunts and returns to his work. The movers set her in the booth and leave.
The booth is like all the others. Three walls, open in the front, with their logo on the back and merchandise on a table near the back. The table seems a little short, until the tall man moves her even with the table and centering it all in the booth nicely. He stands in front of her sizing her up. She notices his black short, buzz-cut hair, his loose fitting clothes, his big mustache (which seems out of style right now), and the most surprising part: his dark, dark skin. Her world of telecommunication is mostly white males. Those who aren't white males are female. For whatever reason, the industry does not attract diversity.
Before she can ponder that, he has reached behind her and unzipped her suit. With a tug while supporting her, he peels her suit off her down to her boots. When he looks again, his look of disgust is obvious. Stepping back out into the aisle, he yells for the movers to come back. They had not gotten far, so they returned to see Janet naked to her ankles. The one mover's mouth drops open, while the other seems indifferent.
“What is up with those?” the dark-skinned man asks. Playing dumb, the one mover replies, “With what?” The man goes over and pushes in one of Janet's exposed nipples. Once he removes his finger, it pops back out. “These lovedolls are not supposed to have these!” The mover, trying to smooth it over, replies, “No worries, sir, she just needs another treatment.” He turns to retrieve a small tube out of the bag on the cart. Janet thinks to herself, how embarrassing, me standing here naked in public.
Squirting a tiny bit on his hand, the man pushes some on her nipple. She can feel it go in and that warming and cooling sensation, but when he removes his hand, it does not pop out. After repeating on the other side, he steps back saying, “Ta-da.” The owner of the both points out, “But you can see where they were still.” The mover nods and squirts some more of that goop on his thumb. Holding it up to her breast, he rubs small circles around her flattened nipple. Within seconds, it is gone, leaving her breast completely smooth.
It feels so weird, she observes, that my nipple is stuck inside me now. Oh, and what is that feeling. She can feel her one of her breasts slowly firming up and rising up. “See,” the mover adds again, “Firms up what has been starting to sag.” The booth owner cups her roughly and replies, “Better.” Within seconds, he has applied some to the other, giving Janet the cooling-warming sensation on both breasts, lifting and firming them like a lovedoll should be. As the movers walk away, they add, “We will be in the convention hall for a bit longer, but if you need another application, just use some of the spray that should have been sent to you in the mail.”
The dark-skinned man ignores as he feels Janet up and down now, making sure she will suit his purposes. As he does that, one of the vendors from Janet's company walks over. Uh oh, Janet thinks, does he recognize me? Kenneth clears his throat as he walks up, “Uh, I hate to ask, but did you bring her here to just play with her?”
He turns and smiles that salesperson-grin, laughing, “Oh no, I don't think so, but I do need these to be the right texture for our product.” Kenneth walks up closer to Janet, looking at her bare, smooth breasts hanging out in the open. He has wanted to see me naked since we have worked together, she recalls, if only he knew. “My name is Siddhu,” the dark-skinned man says extending his hand. “I'm Kenneth,” her coworker replies with a hand shake. “We brought vid products for business,” Kenneth continues, “But we don't need anything like her.” As he points to Janet, Siddhu turns around and goes behind his table in the booth.
Siddhu returns with what looks like a TV monitor and some crazy attachments. “Well, Ken,” Siddhu says in his salesperson voice, “Then we have something you might like.” Behind the TV, there appears to be a (for lake of a better word) dildo mounted to it. Without much thought, Siddhu shoves that end into Janet's smooth “hole.” Ow, she squeals inside, that seems really big and cold. Despite her thoughts of discomfort, she maintains her smile.
Siddhu pushes it all the way in, then sets the monitor up against her. The screen goes just below her waist, hiding the support attachment to her. The top of the monitor stope just short of her chest, but there is more. He takes the broad rings that were on the top of the monitor and hooks them around her breasts. He adjusts them so they go all the way around each one separately. Janet can feel the monitor supporting her breasts all the way around the sides, leaving them still exposed in the front. Siddhu steps back and pulls out a remote. Pointing it at the monitor, he turns it on.
Janet knows instantly when he does. Her lower support starts vibrating slightly, while heating up. Oh, she exclaims, that feels weird. Then she feels the upper support squeezing slightly on her breasts. Oh, she exclaims again, that feels kinda good. Kenneth watches without expression. He says, “So you mount a monitor to a mannequin? How's that marketable?” Siddhu does not stop smiling, “Well, there is one perk.” He reaches his hand out and places it onto the exposed part of Janet's right breast. As he moves his finger around on it, Kenneth's mouth drops open. The pointer on the screen moves with Siddhu's finger touches of her. “You made a woman's tit a mouse?”
Siddhu really has nothing more to say. I mean, Janet thinks sarcastically, what guy would need to be told the necessity of this. Siddhu's finger moves around, double clicking as needed, with the screen responding in kind. “Now, this is just part of it,” Siddhu adds, “But the full demonstration will have to wait until tomorrow.” Kenneth nods his head, saying, “Well, I'm just across the aisle, so I will be watching her, uh I mean, for you.” After a few seconds of silence, Siddhu removes his hand from her and asks the question: “Do you want to try her out?” Kenneth's grin tells the answer plainly. Janet can only groan, as Kenneth surfs the Net on her breast.
The next couple of hours go by quickly. This surprises her, but then so much keeps happening to her. Kenneth finally left, so Siddhu had to get her ready. He spent nearly 45 minutes in ffront of her adjusting the sensitivity of each of her breasts to the screen. He spent another 30 making sure the screen was mounted properly. Though she would never admit it, Janet enjoyed the screen “banging her” as Siddhu moved the monitor in and out for adjustment purposes. With all that done, he removed her suit (it had a hidden zipper down each leg), leaving he in ankle-high silver boots.
She did not stay that way long, as he had “clothes” for her to wear. He put a pair of boy shorts on her. The only difference was the missing crotch area, and a hidden zipper that allows you to put them on without going over your feet. She has no idea what color they are, but she feels better with her bottom covered, even though her front is exposed. He sprays come stuff in her hair. As he comes around to the front, she sees it is plasticizer. Well, crap, she thinks, that stuff turns your hair into a near plastic. It will take weeks to get that washed out. He repositions her hands on her hips, providing a service-oriented look.
She has not gotten used to all the people gawking at her, but she has lost almost all modesty by now. Every guy stops and stares. Siddhu will select a person at random to tell them about her features, which sets off a new fondling session of Internet surfing. But the worst part is still to come, Janet realizes, I really gotta go to the bathroom. But, how can I?
Sometime near closing, she sees one of the movers pushing Red on a cart. He stops in front of the booth. Janet is so consumed with her impossible bathroom visit, she hardly pays attention. He hands Siddhu something then walks off. Siddhu turns and walks up to her. In his hand, he has some type of water bottle with a green goo in it. Looking at the pictures on the label, he unscrews the top. It has a baby-bottle kind of look, but it is not that exactly. Holding the “nipple” end up to her mouth, he pinches her jaw, and pushes it into her mouth. Oh no, she pleads, no more fluids. The bottle must be weighted properly, because he lets go and it stay upside down in her mouth.
Janet feels to room temperature fluid slowly going down her throat. Yuck, she thinks, this stuff tastes horrible. She can feel the fluid cooling and warming her as it flows. She tries to guess the flavor: it is like...like...
She does not finish the thought, as whatever reaction her body is having with it takes over. For the next 12 hours, she stands as she always has and lets the green goo enter her body. Her whole being becoming more like a lovedoll than ever before. She loses all sensation, all brain function, all that makes her human. As Siddhu leaves for the night, he gives her butt a playful spank and whispers in her ear, “See you in the morning, sweet cheeks.” And with that, he leaves his booth babe there, completely set up and ready to go.
You might think Janet's journey is over, but in reality, it isn't. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day for her and Siddhu, and while she may be more lovedoll than human today, nothing is final (or is it?).