(Girls into Various)

“Trish!” a blond hair busty hair maid yelled to a short mousy maid with chestnut hair dusting a vase with an all too feminine shape holding roses whose stalks had the curves of an hourglass figure with a crown of petals on top.

Trish turned away from her dusting and looked at the blond maid, “What is it, Sophia?”

Sophia grabbed Trish's hand and pulled her away from her work, “Come on it’s break time, the others are waiting for us.”

“Ok,” Trish giggled taking her hand back, “You don’t need to drag me.”

The two walked down the red and gold hallways decorated with paintings and other fancy decore till they reached a sitting room with two other maids sitting down drinking tea. A long and slender raven-haired maid sprawled out on a love seat and a delicate maid with blond hair so light that it looked white sat comfortably and dignified on an ornate blue seat.

“About time you two showed up,” A raven-haired maid with a long slender form said glaring up from her drink. “We were starting to think that manor got to you,” she said licking her black lips.

“Hey,” Sophia shouted as she pouted and crossed her arms.

“Tulip is right dear,” a slender and delicate maid with blond hair so light it was almost white. “You never know what can happen to those to lose themselves in their work, this manor can be a tricky mistress.”

Trish took her seat and cup, and said under her breath, “At least I take my job as a maid seriously.”

“I wonder if you will get turned into a vacuum or a broom?” the raven-haired girl Tulip smirked, “Just last week I watched some chick get turned into a bottle of cleaning spray after someone ran out of theirs, with any luck you're going turn into something like that Trish!” she laughed.

“Now Tulip there is no issue with taking pride in your work,” the nearly white-haired maid said with dignified grace, “My sister took pride in comforting people, and now she is pretty comforting if I do say so myself.”

“You really like sitting on your sister’s face, Paris?” Sophia sighed, “Is that why you make us come here every day and demand to sit on that chair?”

“What? It is my duty to use my sister!” Paris said in an enraged yet restrained tone, “What younger sister wouldn’t sit on her sister-turned-chair!” She turned her gaze to Trish who was hoping that she wouldn’t bring her into their conversation. “Trish, you use your sister-turned-vibrator all the time don’t you?”

Trish sank into her chair and her face became bright red, “I-I… well she asked me to use her…”

“Really Paris bringer her up again?” Tulip sighed, “Way to kill the mood.”

“Well, it’s not mine fault that you all judge me for wanting to sit in my sister,” Paris scoffed as she crossed her arms and looked away from the two, “Such fine craftsmanship and comfort are solemnly found so I understand if you are jealous.”

“You don’t need to pretend that you just want to sit on your sister,” Tulip said with a smile and a wink, “Your secret is safe with us.”

Paris’s face became bright red and her brow scrunched, but before she could say anything, Sophia stepped up “Why don’t we talk about something else other than Paris and Trish’s sisters?” Paris’s face regained its normal pale white tone, Tulip slouched back into the love seat and sighed, and Trish just sank further into her seat and drank her tea as if she would somehow disappear.

 Sophia sighed and spoke up breaking the silence, “Ok if no one is going to start a conversation then I will. So what jobs have you girls had today? I was cleaning the dishes, no one appreciates a sparkling clean dish.”

“I was dusting,” Trish spoke up first.

“Party clean up,” Tulip smiled, “I snagged a few left offer guests, I can lend you them if you want?”

Paris sighed and said, “Well I was helping our mistress’s guests from last night’s party.”

After the four finished they were thrust back into award silence, till Tulip broke it. “Well, now that lame conversation is over how about a fun game?”

Paris sighed, “Let me guess-”

“What do you want to be!” Tulip shouted.

“Are you sure that we should be saying that?” Trish said with a panic, “What if we actually change?”

“Don’t worry the manor will only charge you if the manor, someone, and yourself want whatever you will become or will find useful.” Sophia spoke up with a slightly worried look on her face, “But still we shouldn’t be messing around with like this.”

“Eh, don’t worry I’ve done this plenty of times, “Tulip said with a confident smirk, “Only like five or six girls I’ve done this with have accurately transformed and even then you are going to become something that you wanted anyway so what’s the big deal?”

“What’s the big deal?” Sophia shouted, “Well some of us are giving away our humanity on a whim.”

“Well then hypothetically what do you want to be worry wort?” Tulip said with a mischievous grin. “Come on don’t chicken out!”

“Fine!” Sophia said, “If I had to choose I would want to be a bust or a statue, something that others would look at.”

“Well, it’s quite obvious what I would be,” Paris said with a faint smile, “I want to be some beautiful woman’s jewelry I think I would make a fine necklace or even a stylish dress.”

“Nah, queen here is going to be some rich prick's pocket pussy,” Tulip laughed.

“That’s absurd I would never become someone’s sex toy!” Paris shouted her face turning bright red.

“Yeah your right,” Tulip said with a fake apologetic tone, then she suddenly burst out laughing again, “You would make a better sex doll. I can see it now some prick is going to tell you how beautiful you are and you're going to fall for him on the spot, then he will ask you to be his. And next thing you know he’s balls deep in your rubber hole!”

“Why you!” Paris shouted.

“Both of you stop!” Sophia shouted, “Tulip why don't you share?”

“Easy, she smiled, “Either a dildo, pocket pussy, beads, butt plug, vibrator, condom, or a doll, hell I would say even setal for being a bra, panties, boxers, or a corset sounds fun.”

“As expected,” Paris scoffed and turned away from the raven-haired girl.

“Hey at least I’m honest,” she smirked and leaned back into the loveseat, “So what about you Trish?”

“Oh, me?” she said with a bit of shock. Trish took a moment to think about it and then quietly spoke up. “Nothing, in particular, I just want to be useful.”

 “So if you became my vibrator I would consider that useful?” Tulip smirked with a devilish grin on her face.

“Tulip stop,” Sophia said glaring her down, “Don’t you dare trick her into becoming another one of your toys.”

“What wants wrong with being a toy, hell I’m dying to become one.” She licked her lips and looked at Trish, “Why don’t I give you another play make alongside your sister as an apology?”

Tulip’s body suddenly shot straight her loose and limp posture suddenly becoming hard and ridged and she started to moan. The other girls quickly jumped up from their seats and stared at their friend who lay straight like a pole her body vibrating and she wailed in pleasure.

“Shit I knew this would happen!” Sophia shouted looking down at her friend in horror.

“How predictable I always knew she would end up as a sex toy,” Paris sighed disappointedly shaking her head.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to!” Trish cried as she tightly held her hands to her chest, “Please forgive me, Tulip!”

“BOO!” Tulip shouted jumping up from her trance and causing the other girls to jump back. “I got you didn’t I?”

“You bitch!” Paris shouted, “You think that is a joke!”

“Come on, Tulip that wasn’t funny.” Sophia sighed and crossed her arms.

“Come on it was funny right Trish?” She laughed while elbowing Trish in the side. “God none of you can take a joke?”

Sophia stepped in front of Tulip and shouted, “How would you like it if I made you think that I was going to transform because of you?”

“Trish knew I was faking it, right Trish?” Tulip said looking over at Trish who was hunched over holding their stomach.

“Trish are you ok?” Paris turned her attention to her and asked.

“I’m fine,” she groaned, “It’s just when I get scared my stomach bothers me….” her stomach started to rumble, “Excuse me!” she said running out of the room and hearing the others yelling at Tulip getting quieter in the distance.

After a bit of searching Trish finally found a bathroom, she stepped inside and locked the door behind her. She looked around the victorian-themed bathroom and began to panic as she looked around there was one major thing out of place. There was no toilet. Trish closed her eyes and took a moment to think about finding another bathroom but her stomach rumbled tremendously and she knew that she wouldn’t make it. But she had no other option than take the risk. She took a deep breath and clench her butt and took her first step onto the cold tile floor. Tile floor? Trish opened her eyes and panicked as she looked down finding herself completely naked and staring against the wall in the corner of the bathroom. She tried to move but her feat was stuck to the ground.

A cool wave washed over her toes as they became white and hard. Trish cried out in fear beginning for someone to hear her and save her as she already knew what was happening, her feet were becoming porcelain. The lack of an essential part of the bathroom and her changing feet made it very clear what she was becoming, a toilet. As the porcelain spread up her legs she was forced to crouch down. Her legs were deformed turning into a single mass becoming the base of the toilet with floral designs pushing out from her smooth surface. Her rear contorted pointing straight behind her.

 She cried in as her face became bright red and she started to sweat. Her pussy and anus were burning with pleasure. She cried and howled once again as the flesh of her butt was replaced with porcelain and her vagina and anus were merged into one. There was a brief pause letting Trish catch her breath. Each breath she took became harder and with one final grunt a metal pipe slowly pushed its way out of her merged hole, the pipe made its way to the back of the wall curving upwards before it could touch it fastening itself to the wall. Sudden’t Trishes vision dipped as her head moved down to where her lap would be. She couldn’t see her body but she could feel it moving up the pipe till it reached the wall. Her torso changed shape becoming a box and changing material to chestnut wood. Her breasts sank into the box creating the faintest texture of their shape and nipples in the wood. Her left arm shrank into the box disappearing. Her right arm had the most drastic change as her fingers merged into one mass with her hand now wooden hand, her arm thinned out and weave itself around itself becoming a metal chain connected to the side of what used to be her body. Trish's head the only animate part of her twitched as she felt her organs shift themself becoming a series of metal pipes and levers becoming her cistern. She gasped as the metal rod that extended from her butt connected with her cistern extending through it and out again expanding downwards until it reached the floor where it sunk into the tile connecting with a pipe.

Trish cried out her last pleas for help, her voice became distorted as her jaw expanded outwards stretching past her base and becoming the bowl and turning into porcelain. She metal gasped as her throat was connected to the pipe that ran throughout her body. Her face sank into the bowl as more pipes contracted and a rush of water filled her mouth. Her hair became chestnut wood forming the seat and the lip. With one final moan, the remainder of her humanity was flushed out of her leaving just a pull-chain toilet. All she could do now was somehow see, feel, smell, and taste, but she couldn’t move. Her vision changed being sucked down into her bowl forcing her to stare up through it.

Trish’s mind was racing, “I am a toilet? Someone has to come looking for me? Will anyone notice that I’m gone? Please someone come I don’t want to be an object!” Trish was helpless she couldn’t move or one anything just sit and wait for someone to find her. “Why did I ever sign up for this job?” she said softly to herself, “This feels so weird, I want to be human again… I want to move again….” Trish was alone with her thoughts for what seemed like forever, the only sign of time passing was the light in the window when she entered the room it was early morning and now the sun was setting and no one has come for her. She was still alone as the evening sun vanished into the night, and still once the pale light of the moon disappeared with the rising sun. She felt the warm rays of light shine through the window on her porcelain body, it felt nice. The warmth of the light was unlike anything that she ever felt while she was human, the feeling was enticing like the feeling of fondling her breasts.

The sound of the door opening and the sound of heels clicking against the tiles filled Trish with dread worse than anything she felt before.

“Finally…” A familiar voice sighed, “I thought I wasn’t going to make it….”

“Tulip!” Trish called as if she still had a mouth to speak, “I’m down here! I got turned into a toilet help!” Tulip turned her attention toilet and eyed it down. “Yes, Tulip please get someone to help I don’t want to be a toilet!”

The raven-haired maid looked over the porcelain throne and smiled and said to herself, “You know no one has seen Trish since yesterday morning, and she did say she was going to the bathroom?” She walked over to the toilet and flashed a devious grin.

“Tulip, what are you doing?” Trish cried out in fear, “Please stop!”

Tulip leaned down and traced her finger along the lip, “So this could be Trish? Poor, poor Trish stuck as a toilet…” her devilish grin faded as she regained her posture, “Damn that would be funny…” she sighed.

“What?” Trish said with confusion.

“It’s a bathroom the toilet was probably here way before Trish came here.” she sighed defeated, “She is probably a towel or a bar of soap…” Tulip reached down dropping her panties and stocking and faced her behind towards Trish while lifting her skirt.

“WAIT TULIP!” Trish cried out in horror, “IT’S MEEEEE!”

Trish howled as the pressure of the woman’s butt crushed what was once her head. The soft round bounders that were pressed again her head made Trish cry in ecstasy, if she could have she would have orgasmed on the spot. She tried to hold on to her senses as she knew what was going to happen next, she was a toilet and a toilet only had one purpose. A yellow stream flowed from Tulip and into her mouth. Trish wanted to gag just at the sight of the yellow stream and braced herself for the foul liquid to fill the water in her mouth.

“Mmm!” Trish's mentality cried out as the liquid filled her bowl. “No this can’t be!?” she cried out, “WHY DOES THIS FEEL SO GOOD!?” she couldn’t help herself from enjoying what should be revolting her. “No why does it taste like the sweetest thing in the world!?”

The stream suddenly stopped, Trish told herself that she was thankful that her friend stopped using her, but something inside of her was begging for me. She was internally conflicted one part of her was disgusted by what just happened as well as enjoying it, while the other part wanted more she wanted to be used.

The owner of the giant rear started to grunt, and suddenly a fowl-smelling gas filled her mouth. The giant pair of boulders trapped the warm gas inside of her. The warm gas only pushed her further beyond. The grunting continued and what sounded like an exposition blasted down onto her water. And then like a giant brown meteor something escape and formed between the two boulders.

Trish wanted to cry out in discussed horror as she watched it pop off Tulip’s butt and into her mouth, but she could only cry out in delight as the long landed within her. Trish was utterly discussed with herself, but the sight of another long pushed any negative thoughts away as a brown serpent dove down and coiled itself within the golden lake inside of her mouth filling it. The revolving smells and tastes only brought her pleasure, and she hated that she loved it.

“Finally,” Tulip sighed with relief after finishing her load, “Glad that’s done.”

Trish felt somewhat disappointed that her feast was over, but she kept telling herself that it was a good thing. But deep down she knew she was lying to herself and wanted more. She was brought out of her inner conflict by a sudden ear-piercing scream.

“N-n-no toilet paper!” Tulip cried out in dread. Tulip stared at the cardboard cylinder in the holder. “This can’t be?” she said softly staring out the hopeless role of cardboard mocking her.

 She had no hope after ber massive dump. She could cry out for help but the embarrassment was too much for her as if anyone would be fortunate enough to hear her inside this massive manner. Suddenly she felt something tugging her hand.

“What the?” she mumbled as her fingers wrapped around the tube of cardboard. She tried to let go but her fingers refused to budge. “Oh, shit…” she screamed knowing what was about to happen.

Tulip’s fingers flattened around the cylinder and started to turn white and become a rectangle. She tried to pull herself away in an attempt to change her fate but it was futile as her body was being pulled towards the roll. Despite her fighting, her arm was pulled into the toilet paper holder wrapping around her fingers becoming a thin sheet of white paper. As her arm sank further into the holder she was pulled off the toilet landing between it and the wall. Her arm up to her shoulder was consumed and flattened into paper. With one mighty push, Tulip tore her shoulder from the paper rectangle.

 She stumbled backward in surprise she freed herself, she was saved from her fate of being used to clean others’ behinds. If she wasn’t so in shock at the feeling of her arm wrapped around itself she would have been jumping with joy, it felt erotic as her arm was tightly squeezed together leaving no room between each layer. Its soft and delicate paper form felt like it was sandwiched between two fluffy pillows. She reached her hand towards the almost use up roll of toilet paper that was her hand. She pulled away her arm and adverted her gaze, she wasn’t going to be used to wiping anyone’s ass.

Tulip stood back up and pulled up her panties not caring about the potential brown stains, as it was more dignifying and preferable than the risk of her fully becoming toilet paper. She shuttered at the thought of someone using her arm but it was better that it was only a part of her than her entire body. Tulip gave one final look at her lost arm and waved goodbye as she turned and made her way to the door. But before she could escape her face met the floor. Something tugged at her legs and she looked back in horror.

“No, no, no!” she cried out clawing at the smooth tiles trying to find anything to hold on to. Her body was flung back into the wall legs meeting with her hands and joining into one thin strip of paper. Tulip struggled to push herself away from the wall with her remaining arm as her thighs started to flatten. Her struggles were in vain as the force pulling her in was too strong to fight. Once it reached her butt she gasped and lost her grip letting the force flatten her butt and privets in one push. Her fat butt was now paper thin with her plump pussy flattened inside of it. Her face became bright red as she tried her best not to give in to her emotions and continue her fight. She desperately wanted to plunge her hand into her burning womanhood. Her desires only burned more as her flattening torso warped around her butt cushioning and squeezing it. Her internal fight raged on as the desire to let herself good and give into the constricting pleasure burned down her metal walls.

Tulip always had a kink for bondage wearing tight corsets and clothing too small for her, but this was like nothing she had ever experienced before. The tightness was like nothing that a vac bed could replicate and the comfort was like nothing any skin-tight latex could be.

“Oh, God fuck me!” she cried out as she let go of the wall and brought her hand to her breast squeezing it tightly. Without her hand slowing her descent into the wall, she fell further and faster. Soon everything below her breasts was gone reduced to paper. Her perky breasts didn’t stand a chance as they were crushed along with her hand, causing her to scream in ecstasy. Her mind was thoroughly broken her tongue hung out of her mouth dripping saliva onto the tiles below and her eyes were almost rolled into the back of her head. As the final lumps of her breasts were pressed into thin sheets of paper she cried out, “God damn, take me!”

The process sped up quickly rolling through her shoulders and Tulip’s face was quickly consumed leaving a slight imprint of her lusting face on the paper. Tulip was gone, and humanity was pressed out leaving durable and soft paper with a floral pattern. She could feel every sheet of herself as if they were one making her tomb of pleasure only heightened. She never felt better, she didn’t need to think, move, or do anything, just be trapped in an inescapable prison of tight comfort that she was made of. A faint voice could be heard slowly bringing her back to reality, till the clouds in her head faded, mostly.

“TULIP!” Trish’s voice called out to her, “Tulip where are you?”

“Wait Trish you're here too?” Tulip cried out. She paused for a second and said with disgust, “Don’t tell me you are the toilet?”

“Yep,” she signed, “and you are?”

“Toilet paper,” Tulip mumbled. “Sorry about using you…” she softly said.

“Being honest it wasn’t that bad…” Trish sighed utterly disgusted with herself. “I can see why Paris’ sister wanted to be a chair being sat on felt amazing!”

“Your oddly chipper for someone who just got shat in?” Tulip grumbled.

“Eh, it wasn’t as bad as you would think!” Trish said cheering herself up, “As disgusting as it sounds it actual tasted and felt heavenly, speaking of which I can still feel you-”

“No Stop!” Tulip shouted interrupting Trish before she could finish. “God you are kinker than me…”

“I think it’s the transformation?” Trish pondered, “From what I’m heard about our Mistress she sounds nice. So I don’t think that she would turn one of her maids into a toilet and make them suffer?”

“I guess your right,” Tulip sighed, “But god that doesn’t make you any less disgusting.”

“And how is being toilet paper?” Trish asked with an eager tone, “I wonder what you taste like?”

“Heavenly!” My body is so wrapped so tight and it’s so soft and comfy. I could just still be here on the wall for the rest of my life skinking into bliss.” She cooed falling back into her blissful trance, but the last part of Trish’s question broke her free. “Hey did you ask how I taste?” she shouted her voice mixed with embarrassment and anger.

“Well you are toilet paper and I am a toilet.” she giggles.

“God, you are enjoying this way more than you should.” Groned Tulip.

“I know and so are you!” Trish cheered.

The sound of the bathroom door opening caught the two’s attention, Trish couldn’t see who entered by Tulip saw them.

“Oh god, not her!” Tulip cried.

“Who is it I can’t see!” Trish eagerly cried out in urge anticipation to be sat on and fee her next meal.

“My lord, what is that smell?” a soft and gentle voice shouted.

“Why does it have to be her?” Tulip groaned.

“Paris!” Trish gasped.

The light blond maid walked over to Trish and looked down into her bowl and the two stared at each other. If Trish still had a mouth she would be smiling from ear to ear, Paris had the biggest but out of her friend group. Trish couldn’t wait for her large orbs of flesh to crush her under their massive weight and girth.

“What barbarian refused to flush,” she scoffed looking and the yellow pool with brown logs sank inside. “How uncivilized!”

She yanked Trish’s chain causing her to gasp from the sudden jolt. Trish could feel her insides moving as the gross liquid swilled down her throat and out a tub squealing in glee as it went down and new freshwater replaced it. Trish watched in excitement as Paris pulled down her white panties and lowered her massive behind down onto her face blocking out any light as the view was replaced with a giant pair of fleshy orbs.

PPPHHHRRRBBBBTTT!!

A rush of hot gas blasted out of the woman’s butt tickling Trish’s water causing her to giggle eagerly anticipating what was going to come next. Each groan from Paris and guggle from her stomach made Trish only more and more anxious for her meal, and with one more explosive fart, a brown snake creeped its way out of its cavern and descended into the clear pool below. Trish cried out in joy as the snake landed inside her and sank to the bottom of her bowl. But that was only the appetizer as another longer girthier snake poked its head out. Trish could only stare in wide-eyed excitement as the massive load struggled to creep out of her friend's massive butt. The snake broke free and dove into Trish with a mighty pop slashing her water on her friend behind and coiling itself at the bottom of her bowl. Trish felt like she was going to explode from the force of the massive turd and her water dripping from her friend's massive ass. She was in heaven the tastes and the feelings were unbearably erotic and pleasurable. With another explosive fart, a stream of smaller serpents rained down into Trish’s eager maw filling her up. And with one final painful-sounding grunt a massive log fell into the pile. Trish’s bowl was filled with her friend's waste yet she still wanted more. Trish could only mentally smile as she awaited her dessert.

Tulip pleaded for Paris not to use her, but her cries of fear fell on deaf ears as she cried out in bliss as her friend tore part of her off. Trish giggled to herself watching a piece of Tulip brought to Paris’ massive behind and tucked into it rubbing against her round pump flesh staining her pure white form brown. A Tulip could down was moan as her entire body was thoroughly violated in between the valley of flesh and discarded into the water below. Trish squealed in delight at the new fluffy taste in her mouth. Tulip didn’t have a moment to recover as another piece of her was torn and use then discarded into Trish becoming part of her meal. Soon half the roll was removed from the white cylinder and scattered and stained inside of Trish who couldn’t be happier. Tulip finally was freed of the vicious cycle and Paris rose from Trish and pulled up her panties.

“So how was it?” Trish squealed to Tulip who was still recovering gasping as her entire body felt like it was burning with pleasure hotter than before.

“I-I-I don’t want to talk about it…” she moaned between gasps as her form started to regrow on the roll.

“Sounds like you enjoyed it,” Trish cooed happily, “You were tasty by the way!”

“You know I always kinda wanted to explore Paris’ ass,” Trish sighed exhaustedly. “I never thought that it would be like this…”

“Well get used to it as we are going to see plenty more asses from now on!” Cheered Trish. Before she could say anything else a tug pulled her mind away, and she mentally orgasmed as a rush of water flowed down her pipes and into her mouth. But something was off the mess of dirty water and waste wasn’t going down, she was clogged. She should have been worried but want could she have done as was just a toilet it wasn’t her fault that her meal was so massive and filling, and besides it just populated her internal orgasm.

On the other hand, Paris was in utter panic searching for a plunger. But no matter how hard she searched she could find one. She called out for someone to get her one hoping that someone would be nearby. She considered leaving to find one, but the embarrassment of leaving her massive dump held her back. Suddenly her body felt stiff and she stopped in place. Her dress blew out around her forming a dome and the white frills merged into the black cloth and become solid black and into a single detailless mass. She put her hand on the black shiny dome feeling the rubber. She cried out in horror after realizing what she was becoming. Her legs sank into her torso and her vagina spread across the bottom of the rubber merging with it and spreading its sensitivity. Her clothing vanished as her flesh was replaced with smooth white plastic. Her arms shrank into her shoulders, Her body lengthened becoming a long shaft keeping the imprints of her curves on her new form with the notable breasts at the top. Her head started to change from flesh to plastic freezing her face in a delicate smile. Was a plunger with a shaft that resembled a woman’s body topped off with a head smiling as if she was eagerly waiting to be used. But that was further from the case Paris was screaming demanding to be changed back reusing to accept her fate.

“Will you shut up!” Shouted Tulip, “God even as a plunger you are annoying as hell!”

“Tulip where are you please save me!” the plunger pleaded, “I promise I won’t say anything bad about you anymore, better yet I will be your slave for a month just help me turn back!”

“Tempting but there is nothing I can do.” she laughed.

“Tulip, what do you mean?” Paris called out fear penetrating her heart, “Where are you?”

“I was wiping your ass a minute ago!” she laughed,” It’s kinda hard to do anything when you are just a roll of paper.”

“Y-y-you are the toilet paper!?” Paris said in horror. “I was wiping my butt with YOU!”

“Hell yeah, you were!” Tulip yelled out laughing, “God damn being in your tight ass was one of the best feelings that I had ever had, well next to being wrapped up tight around my horny self.”

“God that is so disgusting!” Paris screamed at the top of her no existent lungs, “This can’t be happening, I must be dreaming. This is nothing but a nightmare and I’m going to wake up and none of this has ever happened.”

“Sorry, Paris the plunger, you're nothing but a plunger now.” Hollered Tulip, “If you want disgusting you are going to have to clean up the meal you feed Trish!”

Paris suddenly picked up on the sound of fainting moaning and flowing water. “No don’t tell me that toilet is Trish?” she shakily muttered refusing to accept that someone could be a toilet and enjoying it.

“And enjoying every second of it more than I am enjoying being paper,” Tulip smirked.

“God this is disgusting,” Paris cried.

“Don’t knock it until you tried it,” remarked Tulip.

“Hello, I heard someone yelling?” the voice of Sophia flowed through the doorway as she entered the bathroom.

“Sophia it’s me Paris’ I’ve been turned into a plunger!” she cried out, “Please help me!”

“Sorry miss plunger she can’t hear us,” Tulip snickered.

“Oh, shit…” Sophia said upon witnessing the nearly overflown toilet filled with waste. “Who the hell would leave it like this,” she cried out rushing to grab the plunger. She paused upon seeing the head on top of the feminine shaft. She ran her finger down the smooth white plastic and smiled, “Looks like I found the culprit, Paris.”

“No don’t, please no…” the plunger cried out as she was held above her mess.

Paris cried out as she was thrust into the dirty water, her cry of fear became one of pleasure as her rubber sucker meet Trish’s porcelain lips. The two were locked in a kiss between Trish’s lips and Paris’ enlarged pussy. Every trust made their erotic embrace heighten. All metal barriers of Paris refusing her new role were being torn down with each thrust. But the time Trish was unclogged and the waters she dirtied rushed past her she was speechless barely able to think as if her brains her fucked. She wanted more, but still deep down was embarrassed to admit so.

“There all done,” Sophia sighed wiping sweat from her brow. “Man you sure did a number on that poor toilet.”

“Thanks, Paris,” Trish moaned.

“Your disgusting,” she moaned back.

“All three of us are,” Tulip added.

“Now that that is over,” Sophia said turning around and dropping her panties, “It’s mine turn.” her large butt crushed the eager Trish. She turned towards Paris and patted her on her head, “Sorry Paris I’m not going to need you.”

After unleashing a yellow stream into Trish Sophia walked over to the sink, she searched the empty counter with a confused look. She scratched her head and walked toward the cabinet, she searched through it getting more annoyed with each second. After a minute of searching, she slammed the doors close and let out a frustrated sigh as she walked back to the sink.

“Why isn’t there any soap in here? I thought that mistress would be more sanitary?” she sighed while reaching for the handle. Sophia froze while reaching for the handle noticing that her sleeve was gone. Looking up in the mirror she shrieked upon noticing that she was naked except for her skirt. “No this can’t be happening?” she mumbled while watching her skin turn a glossy white.

Sophia’s body lurched forward as her breasts suddenly tripled in size growing to a pair of double Ds. Then her body suddenly shot back as her rear grew to match. Sophia cupped her breasts feeling their soft flesh start to harden. Her arms slipped off the pair of round orbs as they shrank into her shoulders leaving behind nothing but nubs. Sophia felt her feet leave the floor and looked down to investigate. She couldn’t see what was happening to them because her skirt was hardening like her body but she could feel that they were shrinking into her body like her arms were. Her fears were proven correct as her skirt became glass letting her see her thighs that ended in nubs. Her skirt melted into a single cone-shaped form with the bottom sealing. Sophia felt her torso expand becoming a cap tightening around the glass container that used to be her skirt. She yelped as a clear plastic tube extended from her exposed vagina growing until it reached the bottom of the container. As her boobs became plastic they lost their weight looking like they were fakes, and they started to shift further as they fused and her nipples merged and grew out into a long tube. Sophia chuckled to herself as the white plastic traveled up her neck slowly freezing her face into a cheerful smile, “I always like keeping things nice and clean, and now I will forever. How Fitting?” she thought to herself as the final bits of flesh and hair were painted over. Her body shrank to a more fitting size and floated onto the sink. Sophia sat there happily knowing that she would be a sexy soap dispenser for the rest of her life.

“Hey Paris sorry about using you!” she called out to the plunger.

“You don’t seem sorry!” the plunger yelled back.

“Hey, Sophia!” The roll of toilet paper called to her.

“Tulip, you are here too?” Sophia called out searching for her friend but found it hard due to her being an item as well. “Where or what are you?”

“Toilet Paper,” she said with confidence, “It’s a shame you didn’t use me, well at least Paris’ ass was worth double.”

“If I knew it was you I would have tried and pushed something out,” Sophia giggled.

“Thanks for the drink, Sophia!” Trish cheered.

Sophia looked at the porcelain throne and slowly and cautiously asked “Trish are you a-”

“Yes, she is the toilet…” the other two groaned.

“Oh, my god I’m so sorry Trish, I didn’t know it was you!” Sophia said disgusted wishing that she never knew the fate of her friend's turned toilet or the fact she peed in her.

“Naw, it’s fine,” Trish said brushing it off with glee, “You helped me wash down my last meal, and by the way thanks for unclogging me.”

“She is enjoying more than she should be,” Tulip groaned.

“Hey same with you!” yelled Trish defensively. “You were all over Paris’ ass and loving every second of it!” Trish turned her attention to Paris and said with devious glee, “And you were enjoying unclogging me just as much as she enjoyed whipping your butt!” The other two were left speechless unable to refute her claims knowing that they were true. “So Sophia how’s being a soap dispenser?”

Sophia took a second to think, sure she felt amazing but something was missing, she muttered disappointingly “Eh, it’s all right?”

“Huh is something wrong?” The other three said in unison.

“I don’t know I feel kinda hollow and empty?” she mumbled out unable to put a finger on what was wrong with her.

“Maybe it’s because you are empty?” suggested Trish.

Sophia took a second to ponder before speaking, “Yeah I guess that it’s.” The four sat in awkward silence for a few minutes. “So what do we do when we are not being used?” Sophia asked trying to start a conversation.

“Not much we can do we are objects after all,” sighed Paris.

“I had to wait a whole day until Tulip used me,” Trish added. “Honestly I was bored out of my mind, but at least I have you three now to talk to!”

“Well we have each other and there is no one else I would rather be stuck as toilet paper with than your three!” Cheered Tulip.

“Yeah, that's the spirit!” Sophia joined in.

“Well, it could be worse…” Paris groaned.

About a week later

The massive butt that blocked Trish’s vision raised letting light shine into her bowl that was filled with the woman’s waste and pieces of Tulip. The maid pulled Trish’s cord but the waste didn’t drain instead it started to rise. The maid grabbed Paris and plunged her into Trish’s mouth thrusting her up and down until her work was finished and the toilet was unclogged. The maid walked over to the skin and pressed her hand down onto Sophia’s head.

But instead of soap coming out the maid's arm was pulled toward the tube getting sucked in. She tried to pull away but the force was too strong and she was sucked in. As her body traveled through the tube it became a clear shade of purple and slimy as well as shrinking to fit the container then plopping out of the dispenser pussy. Her body slipped past another girl who had suffered the same fate. At least twenty girls were tightly packed into the soap dispenses their bodies having no room between each other, but their slippery forms caused them to slide past each other with the slightest movements. As the newly slimed maid sank into the sea of slime girls her breast and butt rubbed against each one as she passed by. She tried to retain as much of her humanity as possible but her mind dirted into embracing the sea of breasts and butts. Her body was pushed into the glass walls squashing her form against it as more slime girls drifted around her rubbing against her with their breasts and butts.

“Ah, that’s much better!” The soap dispenser moaned, her breasts and pussy burning with excitement after welcoming their newest guest. “I’m all filled up and ready to go!”

“Finally,” A roll of toilet paper laughed, “What was that like the twentieth girl you turned into soap? Any more and you look like you are going to burst.”

“forty-eight” a plunger with a handle shaped like a woman’s body with a head as decoration panted. “She… was number forty-eight …”

“Aww, did you have to turn her into soap?” The toilet sighed, “Her waste was extra yummy!”

“I’m never going to find that not disgusting,” the plunger scoffed.

“Hey you get used to it,” the toilet paper remarked, “Don’t knock it until you try it.”

“Yeah,” the toilet snapped, “You’re just jealous that you don’t get used that much!”

“Jealous?” the plunger said taken back, ”Why would I be jealous? I’m only used on special occasions, so the feeling of being used is more impactful therefore making it ten times better than if I was used every time!”

“Are you sure that you aren’t a tiny bit jealous?” the toilet paper snickered.

“Why you!” the rage-filled plunger shouted.

“Both of you get stop…” The soap dispenser sighed.

“Yeah, each one of us is equally as important,” The toilet added, “even if one of us is jealous of the others.”

“Come on don’t encourage them…” the soap dispenser groaned.

The door crept open and a figure stood in the doorway, “So this is where my maids ran off to?” Stepping through the door was a slender young woman with large assets and long red hair.

“Mistress!?” the four cried out.

The red-haired woman Victoria Morgan walked towards the sink and picked up the soap dispenser looking at the collection of soapy slime girls swimming in each other. She gave the container a gentle shake and giggled as they shifted around. She patted the dispenser on its head gently enough for none of its contents to come out. “Looks like you have been busy, gobbling up my maids.” she put the dispenser back onto the sink and shrugged, “Well there isn’t much I can do about them now.” She turned her attention to the others and smiled, “I knew that purposely not having a toilet in this bathroom would be a fun idea.”

GURGGLE!!!

Victoria’s face when bright red and she put a hand on her stomach. “Pardon me!” she grunted embarrassed. Her face lit up as she flashed a large smile. “Well thank goodness that I’m in a bathroom,” she said with a devious smile. Victoria approached the toilet tapping her dress causing it to shrink up from the ground to just above her butt, flashing her black lace panties. She dropped them around her legs and sat down her massive ass being larger than any the toilet had felt so far pushing her far into bliss the instant that her soft cheeks touched her seat. Victoria shifted her butt around the seat and giggled, “Oh, you are quite comfy.”

 Her tone suddenly shifted as her stomach started to act up again and she began to groan. Victoria unleashed a flood of waste into the toilet filling her up in a minute and topping it off with a stream of piss. Victoria sighed relieved that it was over, while the toilet was wishing for more. Victoria began to tear off pieces of toilet paper rubbing them deep between the fleshy valley of her rear using the entire roll.

Victoria got to her feet her panties magically crawling up her legs and her dress growing back to full length. She pulled the cord and the water started to rise. “Oh, dear.” she sighed and grabbed the plunger thrusting her into the toilet and thrusting her up and down with force stronger than the plunger ever felt before or should be possible with the woman’s petite body should be capable of. After the brown water swirled down the drain she looked dropped the plunger and glanced at the roll that refilled magically.

 She walked over to the skin and pressed the head of the soap dispenser causing one of the slime girls to get sucked up the plastic pussy and out of the dispenser’s nipple and into the woman’s hand. The slime girl tried to stand by her body was too slippery causing her to fall deforming with each slip. Victoria turned on the water and washed her hands the soap girl became nothing but suds in her hands. After her body was wasted away she was birthed back out of the dispenser's pussy. Victoria dried her hands and walked towards the exit, but before she could leave she stopped in place.

With a cheery smile, she turned around and addressed the transformed girls, “You girls want to be used right?” The four cried out wanting to be used as it was their role and their purpose if they weren’t being used everything felt off as if a part of them was missing. Victory nodded as if she could hear their silent cheers, then snapped her fingers. Only the toilet felt something change as her piping was suddenly shifted joining with an unfamiliar network of pipes. “Well, you girls weren’t getting much use back in that corner of the manor, and it’s a shame. Miss toilet you are the comfiest toilet I had ever sat on if you weren’t a toilet I could see myself sitting on you all day, miss toilet paper you are the softest and fluffiest toilet paper I had ever had the pleasure of wiping with, miss plunger you are the best plunger I have ever used in my life, and miss soap dispenser your to good looking to get dust.” Victoria smiled warmly and outstretched her arms, “Now you girls will be working the ballroom bathrooms, now hundreds of people will be using you.” The four cheered ecstatically knowing that they will be used to their fullest. Victoria  walked through the door giving the room a final glace and smile seemingly knowing that the four were thinking, “I have a party tonight so have fun you four!”