A Special Invitation to the Ball (500) Watcher Special
A few days ago, you received a mysterious letter in the mail. The letter was an elegant work of art embroidered with golden details and lush roses that you could swear felt like real flowers frozen in time on this letter. You tear your eyes away from the elegant imagery and read its contents. It was an invitation to a ball hosted by one Lady Victoria Morgan. That name did not ring any bells, but despite the sudden invitation to a party by someone you had never met, you kept reading, finding yourself curious about the strange invitation. As you read on, it talks about an elegant party for all, no matter class, species, or realm, and promises an enchanting night that you will never forget nor leave unchanged. You contemplate whether or not to attend, and it appears to be a high-class party akin to something you would find in a fairy tale, something you could only dream of attending. You make up your mind and decide to go. Just as you make your decision, a rose petal coated in shimmering gold falls from the letter, materializing from a mere image into a real, tangible object as it lands in your palm. A new line appears on the letter informing you that the petal is your key to the ball, and then informs you about the time and date of this magical evening.
You count the days waiting for the ball, as it is the only thing on your mind throughout the week leading up to it. You clear out your schedule for the event and even buy fancy clothes to wear for this occasion. And as the day arrives, nothing happens. You look at the letter again, checking to see if new information on how to even attend the ball. Just as you start to lose hope, the rose petal shimmers. You run over and grab it, and stare at the golden and red glow dancing from the petals. Then you hear a knock at the door. You rush over without a second thought and open the door. Standing in your doorway was a woman, a rather busty one dressed in an impossibly neat butler outfit, causing her to look like the spitting image of a professional servant. She kindly greets you, bows, and guides you to a luxurious limousine parked outside. You sit inside the limousine, finding it equally as luxurious on the inside as it was on the outside, even if you don’t enjoy the ball, riding inside this marvel of class would make it worth it alone.
Within less than ten minutes, the limousine comes to a sudden stop. The butler opens the door and guides you out. Despite the short drive, you ended up somewhere that you did not recognize as being anywhere close to where you lived, but instead somewhere completely foreign. A giant Victorian manor more akin to a giant manor-shaped castle loomed in front of you. It was a decadent masterpiece of class and classical design perfectly built to capture this magical, almost unreal, appearance of elegance. The butler bids you farewell and wishes that you have an enchanting evening as she enters the limousine and drives off.
You find yourself walking towards the grand entrance of the manor alongside other guests. Just as the invitation foretold, there were people of all varieties, normal people such as yourself who never could have imagined attending a fantastical ball like this, rich nobility straight out of a work of fantasy, humans, humanoids with animal features, demons, animal people, literally any kind of person you could imagine walked along side you towards the entrance. You waited in line, and when it was your turn, a servant dressed in a rose-themed dress was there to greet you. She asked for your blessing, you hand her the petal, but she puts it back into your hand, then pushes your hand towards your chest. The petal sinks into your skin, and you feel a rush of heat coursing through your body for a second, and the feeling leaves just as quickly as it appeared. She welcomes you to the ball and wishes that you have an unforgettable party and an enchanting evening.
You finally make your way into the ball and walk around, taking in the new sights and sounds. People dancing, socializing, drinking, eating, performing lewd acts on one another, and all kinds of events take place around you. As you wander around, dazed and blinded by the awe of the party, you dreamt of attending since the day you were invited; you suddenly bump into a woman. She was a blonde with a large bust that threatened to spill out of her skimpy, sparkly red dress. You stare at the impossibly sexy woman standing before you as she looks back with a flirtatious look. You fail to realize in time that your hand is cupping one of her perfectly soft breasts. You try to apologize, but she welcomes you so forwardly and encourages you to tough them more, and then you feel them rise. You try to back away, but you can’t remove your hand from the soft flesh of her breasts. Panic as you watch your hand change color matching the tan of her boobs. She smiles back at you, licking her lips as she watches your hand melt into her tit. You try to back away, but she grabs your arm and pulls you in closer, and with each inch your arm sinks deeper into the soft skin of her breasts. And just as get close to her, close enough that you feel the soft pillow flesh of her breasts pressing against you. She pulls your head down into her cleavage. You panic and try to say something, but your voice is muffled by the volume of her soft, spongy breasts. Your panic fades as it is washed away by waves of pleasure, and your muffled cries turn into moans of pleasure as your head melts into her chest. Your head sinks into to her breasts, then the rest of your body gets sucked up as you two moan.
You suddenly feel your existence shift; you can’t move, you can’t see, you can’t talk, all you can do is think and feel. You try to come to terms with your new existence, your body feels heavy, VERY heavy, but also soft and bouncy, but weirdly, you feel like your body is split in two. You feel long nails sink into you, causing ecstasy to surge through you as the hand caresses and feels you all over. You feel pleasure overtake you. You can feel everything, every touch, every jiggle, every bounce, literally everything, and best of all, every part of you was hyper sensitive. You can even feel a tightness constricting your new, round perky form; it was so tight that you could feel strains of fabric slowly creak and threaten to tear apart and cause you to spill free. You where a pair of breasts, no longer a human just a pair of massive beachball sized tits on a bombshell of a woman. Tits that is all you are now, bouncy hyper sensitive tits. With each step the woman makes causes you bounce and threaten to tear her dress in two, causing ecstasy to fill your very soul.
The woman smiles to herself as she admires her latest enhancement, finding pride in how large her breasts have become and how good they feel. She squeezed her new boobs and softly moan not giving a second thought to the person she sucked into her boobs rationalizing that they must now be feel as good as she did, but she didn’t really care as she looked sexy as hell. As she walked down the dance floor, she caught the eyes of the men and even some of the women as her tits jiggled with each step. She smugly grinned, spying which men she wanted to indulge with her new assets and which women she might want to use as new enhancements. As she walked, she noticed a pair of two women, one looked rather plain; she was probably just an (un)lucky sap who got randomly invited and the other was a pretty sexy woman wearing a scandalous green dress whose back opened all the way down to her more than impressive bubble butt. She licked her lips and set set her sights on her new ass enhancements. As the woman got closer she heard the pair talking about something along the lines of the bubble butt woman being the other’s boyfriend who got turned into a girl or something like that not that it mattered to her. The woman in the red dress couldn’t care less about the boyfriend turned bubble butt woman who felt rather awkward in her new body, she only cared about her ass. This made the woman in the red dress smile grow; she decided to help her out and took pleasure in the idea of breaking up this couple.
The woman in the red dress bumped her butt with the new woman who jumped from the sudden surprised. But it was the woman in the red dress who was even more surprised as she was sucked into the woman’s butt as the new woman squealed from the shock. Then, appearing on the new woman’s right butt cheek was a scandalous tattoo of the woman in the red dress groping her breasts while pushing them out as well as a nice view of her impress butt. The new woman squealed as she saw her new tattoo. Her girlfriend teased her about it, telling her how sexy it looked, and offered to get her some drinks to help take the edge off.
You were promised an enchanting evening, and the invitation did not lie. You entered the ball as a human and now shall leave as the breasts of a tattoo on a woman’s bubble butt. As you see, this ball is a rather enchanting event where magic, lust, and dreams merge into one, and you may never leave the same or at all…
Welcome to
Lady Morgan’s Ball
Somewhere else in the manor, a young woman named Fluffy Genevieve, who had short blond hair that ended in blue highlights, dressed in a fancy pink kimono, walked around taking in the sights and sounds of the ball. Her blond fox ears stood up as they scanned the area, and her tail swished behind her while observing the ball. Overcome the barrage of noise and sights, Fluffy managed to wander off, getting lost in the maze-like halls of the manor. She looked around, spotting a few party goers who also found themselves in the far reaches of the manor away from the rest of the ball, escaping from the chaos and prying eyes to be alone, grasping at a moment of peace or a private moment of debauchery. Fluffy paid no mind as she wandered past party goers, exploring and coming to terms with their new bodies and even playing with new toys and pets.
Distracted by a woman comforting another woman about an all too realistic tattoo of a blond bombshell on her massive ass, Fluffy suddenly saw the floor rushing towards her face. She caught herself right before crashing face-first into the hardwood floor. She looked behind her to find the culprit, and it was a loose floorboard slightly sticking up just enough that you would have to be particularly unlucky to trip on it. She grumbled to herself and then went on her way.
Fluffy kept searching for a way back to the heart of the ball, but the seemingly endless corridors of the manor trapped her in a spiral of wandering around aimlessly with no end in sight. As she walked down a familiar corridor, she heard a squeak come from under her foot. Looking down, she saw the same loose floorboard that nearly caused her to fall on her face before. Now that she was looking at it, there was something rather strange about the board. Call it pareidolia, but Fluffy felt like she saw something in the wood grain. She looked closer and saw what she swore was a woman’s face frozen in a look of ecstasy, eyes rolled back, and tongue lolled out, barely formed into the surface of wood to the point that you would not have noticed if you weren’t deliberately paying attention to it. She moved her foot and looked at the board even closer, finding that she could just barely make out the shape of rather large tits on the floor board.
A soft smile formed on her face as she pressed her foot down, causing a satisfying squeak to echo throughout the empty hallway. She had been at the ball long enough to know what happened; some random woman managed to get herself turned into nothing more than a floorboard. She wondered to herself how long she had been like this, the faint thought of wondering what it felt like to be stepped on crossed her mind. She shook her head, and her ears drooped as she got that idea out of her mind. She gave the floorboard another step and continued on her way.
As Fluffy searched for the way back to the ball, the memory of the squeaky floorboard crossed her mind again. She couldn’t help but think about her, a living person reduced to just a simple plank of wood who only exists to be stepped on. Stepped on… her mind lingered on those words, what would it be like to be stepped on by someone? No, not just being stepped on a massive foot coming down and smothering you as they step on your entire flattened body, paying you no mind as they crush you, not even realizing that they are stepping on you as you are just a simple plank of wood that anyone would step on without a second thought. Fluffy slapped her cheeks to wake herself from this dream of being trampled just like any old floorboard. She was a person, not the floor, she kept telling herself.
Squeak!
Fluffy paused and looked under her foot, and saw the same floorboard with the faint image of a face frozen in ecstasy. A soft blush appeared on her as she lowered her foot, causing another squeak. She found herself staring at the wood grain of the board, wondering what the woman felt as her foot came down on her. Did she feel pain, or did she enjoy it? Did this woman wish to spend all of eternity as nothing more than a wooden floorboard, and if she did, why? What does it feel like to be stepped on? Fluffy quickly walked off before her mind could wander any further.
Fluffy returned to her search for the party, trying to hold back the thoughts of the floorboard and being stepped on that lingered in the back of her mind. But she kept returning to the same hallway no matter what direction she went, as if it was calling to her. As she walked down the familiar hallway, she made sure to give the squeaky floorboard a heavy step. She was walking in circles, finding herself in the presence of the floorboard no matter what direction she walked. She bit her lip as she blushed, looking at the lust-drunk expression of the board, which she had become so accustomed to that she could now make it out as clear as day. She had a quick stomp on the board and went on her way.
Every time she passed through the hall and stepped and stomped on the squeaky floorboard, her mind trailed closer towards wondering what life would be like as a simple, unremarkable floorboard. Being stepped on every day without anyone giving you a second thought. Her blush started to overtake her face as she felt a building heat inside of her. Why was she getting turned on by this? Fluffy asked herself. She tried to force this weird, perverted fantasy out of her head, but no matter how hard she tried, her mind kept coming back to the floorboard just like her body. She looked at the lust-drunk face frozen on the floor, it stared at her like it was calling to her, begging to be stepped on. Biting her lip, she kicked off her sandals and stepped on the board, rubbing her soft socks against the soft polished wood, making sure the trapped woman could feel every inch of her foot. As Fluffy knew that if she were in that woman’s position, she would have wanted the same done to her. Giving her a final forceful step and dragging her sock across the surface of the board, she waved it goodbye and left again.
But just as soon as she left the hall, she found her way back to it. She told herself that she was still searching for the ball, but she knew deep down she was looking for the floorboard. She made sure to give the board an extended stepping session each time she passed, getting turned on each time, trying to imagine herself in the place of that wonderful plank of wood and how it would feel to be smothered by feet. This cycle kept repeating, and at some point, Fluffy ditched her socks to give the board a full toe experience so she could be as close to her as possible. It was a constant loop of wandering and stepping as she was stuck in a cycle of bliss, leaving her new friend, only to build up anticipation for their next encounter, finding pleasure in giving her new friend a face full of foot.
Fluffy rubbed her heel across the board's engraved face and breasts, making sure that every last inch of her foot caressed its perfectly flat wooden form. One of her hands quested to her damp pussy as she tried to imagine what the board was feeling. Each inch of her foot pressed lovingly against it. Her perverted dreams of being nothing but a simple wooden floorboard took over every inch of her mind. She felt a longing to be stepped on like she was nothing, the feeling of a shoe across her face and the delicate step of a high heel on top of her, splitting the feeling of being crushed into two places at once. The sound of shoes walking over her, the feeling of a maid sweeping a broom over her, the feeling of everything, all she wanted was to feel everything. She wanted to be stepped on; she wanted to be nothing more than a board. Nothing but a simple wooden floor board… nothing but being stepped on without a thought. With one final step on the squeaky floorboard, Fluffy cried out, moaning, and her eyes slowly closed.
It took a while for her eyes to open; they opened very slowly and strained as she needed to force all of her energy to tear her eyes open. And when they did, Fluffy found herself staring at the ceiling. She couldn’t move; her body felt solid and rigid. She couldn’t even blink anymore. Just as she was slowly putting everything together, a shadow loomed over her. Fluffy tried to speak, but her mouth wouldn’t respond to her, and the massive shadow came down upon her trapped form. The instant that the shadow crushed her, her body erupted it pure and utter bliss. The weight of the massive shadow spread throughout her, rocking her core with ecstasy. She could feel every single inch pressing down on her for a brief moment before the shadow left. Her mind raced, still rocking from the sudden impact. She questioned what just happened and why it felt so good. She didn’t have time to question it as another shadow crushed her, causing her limited vision to be smothered. Her train of thought was derailed as the mind-shattering rush of pleasure smothered any inhibition that where inside of her for that moment. Then the shadow left again, and Fluffy tried to collect her thoughts, but as soon as she did.
STOMP
This process repeated for what felt like eternity, a shadow loomed over her, then she was smothered in darkness, and a weight washed over her, filling her with pleasure, then the shadow would leave. It took a while for the woman to figure out what was going on, mainly due to her mind breaking every second. She was a floorboard just like the woman she was so eagerly stepping on. Fluffy barely had any time to process that her recent fantasies just came true as she was currently experiencing them, and they were better than she could have ever imagined. The feeling of someone putting their weight on top of her was heavenly. Why didn’t she become a floorboard sooner? She asked herself. This feeling of empty anticipation, only to be met by crushing ecstasy. This was the only thing that mattered to her anymore, as each shoe stepped on her, she lost more and more of herself, her mind melting from the lust to the point that the woman named Fluffy was stomped out of existence, and all that remained was a moaning shell craving to be stepped on.
The kemonomimi woman has gone and has been replaced with a floorboard in the entrance hall. This floorboard felt oddly strange to step on, feeling rather good as your foot comes into contact with it, despite being just like any other floorboard. And some say that they thought they saw the shape of a naked bust of a fox-eared woman in the woodgrain of one of the floorboards in the entrance hall. But in the end, the thought of the random floorboard that you could make out a moaning fox girl if you looked at it hard enough passed through people's minds, after all, it was just another floorboard….
A short young woman named Ricotta with long black hair tied in a neat red bow and wearing a matching red dress that clung to her ample heart shaped butt walked around the main room of the ball mingling with other party goers spreading joy to them with her cute smile. But behind her cute smile and demeanor, she was in fact rather antsy. Ricotta was constantly on the move, going from one interaction to the next, never staying in the same room for very long as if she was avoiding something, or rather someone.
This person was her rival Amelia, who just so happened to also be attending Lady Victoria Morgan’s Ball. Ricotta made a bet with Amelia a while before the ball, and she lost. Ricotta had a feeling that Amelia would try to cash in the favor Ricotta owed during the ball, knowing that her friend would try to turn her into something humiliating in front of everyone to tease her. Ricotta considered not attending to avoid the humiliation and teasing, but her pride was too strong. Ricotta refused to back down and came anyway, and instead of running and hiding from her rival at the ball, she came up with a perfect strategy to avoid paying her debt. Stay on the move, socializing, and hope that she doesn’t run into Amelia while mingling. While you could consider it hiding or even running, Ricotta rationalized it as she wasn’t actually avoiding Amelia, just coincidentally never in the same place as her rival. They never agreed on a place to meet, so it wasn’t like she was deliberately hiding from her. They just never happened to cross paths.
Just as Ricotta finished mingling with some of the guests, asking about their transformation and how they were enjoying the party, she turned around to leave and bumped into the soft, supple surface of two ample breasts. She stepped back and saw a tall woman who was best described as white. The white woman had long, whitish blond hair that cascaded down her back, and a pristine white dress with golden details and flowery patterns. This woman was the titular Amelia, and she stared down at her friend with her silver eyes and an all too smug smile, knowing that she had finally caught her friend. Amelia greeted Ricotta in an all too friendly way, asking where she had been, but felt like she knew the truth. Ricotta responded, greeting her back just as friendly as her pride prevented her from coming up with an excuse to escape, or talk her friend out of transforming her. So she just greeted Amelia, and they engaged in some small talk until Amelia handed her a drink, which was a bluish liquid in a wine glass.
Amelia explained that it was a special drink she picked up from the bar that can be enchanted so that you can transform whoever drinks it to turn them into whatever you want. Amelia clicked her glass filled with a non-transformational beverage against Ricotta's tainted drink. Once again, Ricotta let her pride get the better of her and downed the whole glass in one gulp. She felt the concoction slide down her throat, tasting the rich wine, and felt an unnatural warmth throughout her body, and a tingling sensation crept across her skin. Amelia looked down at her rival with her all too angelic smile as she held her arm close to her body pressing against her boobs squishing them together causing them to look bigger.
Ricotta handed the wine glass back to Amelia, who placed it on a table that was oddly humanoid. Ricotta asked what Amelia was going to turn her into, and her rival told her that she had not decided yet and she would figure it out in due time, but Ricotta would have to wait. Amelia looked down at Ricotta and smiled, inviting her to follow her. The two rivals made their way to the main room of the ball to socialize with the other party guests. Amelia brought Ricotta around, showing her off like a prize as she teased the girl, telling the other guests about their little bet and the drink. The guests teased her as well, suggesting humiliating ideas of what Amelia could turn her friend into, which she took note of.
As this went on, Ricotta started to feel hot, and her face was turning a deeper shade of red. This was not because of the enchanted wine she drank; it was purely because she started to feel flustered with each conversation about what she would become. Despite her pride, Ricotta kind of wanted to be turned into something humiliating for all to see. She would never admit it out loud, hell, despite the looming unavoidable danger of going to the ball, she came anyway because she knew that this would happen. Each suggestion brought her further to the edge. Someone suggested a dildo, another Amelia’s tongue, someone said a nipple piercing, a stool, food and drinks of different kinds, pets, and all other kinds of humiliating fates raced around the woman’s head as she was paraded around like a dog on a leash. And Amelia knew all too well what her friend was feeling and thinking, as despite Ricotta’s attempts to hide it, Amelia could see the desire in her friend’s eyes and the blush on her cheeks. But she wouldn’t let her friend off so easily. Amelia did not want Ricotta’s teasing to end just yet, especially with all of this building anticipation. It was all too good to end oh so soon.
But Ricotta, on the other hand, was at her breaking point. It had been a couple of hours since Amelia put the enchantment on her, and she had to sit through at least a hundred suggestions of how her friend could humiliate her at this massive social gathering. It was beginning to become too much for Ricotta to bear; if it hadn’t been for her pride, she would have been groveling on her knees, begging Amelia to transform her already. But she knew Amelia’s game all too well. Growing desperate for some kind of relief from her building anticipation and desire that were being deliberately unmet. She made a desperate move and asked Amelia if she could step outside for some fresh air. And surprisingly, her rival agreed.
Ricotta made her way across the room, walking past the large crowd of people paying her no mind. But just as she got to the middle of the room, which was the most crowded area, she felt her crotch burning. She paused as she felt a heat building in her lower body. She blushed and bit her lips as she looked down at this strange buildup of heat that shifted lower and lower till it reached her pussy. She softly yelped as an orgasmic pressure built up in her nether regions. Some people turned to look at her as she shifted uncomfortably, as the buildup only got worse. The pent-up feeling kept building up inside Ricotta, becoming more overwhelming by the second, like a ticking time bomb ready to explode. Second by second, this orgasmic build-up became more unbearable. She gritted her teeth as soft moans and groans slipped from her lips as she slowly walked through the crowd, attracting more attention to herself with each stilted step till she reached the center of the room. As her internal timer ticked down, the buildup became unbearable, and she could not go on any longer. Ricotta stopped in place and let out a loud moan and dove her hand into her pussy as her body demanded that she pleasured herself to try and find some kind relief to break through this build up.
Ricotta’s moaning and masturbation in the center of the room caught the attention of all those around her. People started staring, some started taking videos and pictures, while others cheered on her lewd acts. Her face was burning with embarrassment as everyone watched her desperate attempt to break the ungodly orgasmic tension inside of her. Amelia stepped out of the crowd and straight into Ricotta’s vision. Ricotta could only stare as Amelia watched her humiliate herself by turning into a moaning, masturbating mess in front of everyone with no shame and all of her pride discarded. Ricotta watched Amelia press her breast close to her body as she looked down at her rival with a wide grin, as Ricotta could only stare up at her silver eyes in heat. Then the timer ticked down…
Ricotta’s moan filled the room, drawing even more attention to her as she threw her head back and fell to her knees, body and mind completely spent. And just like a bomb, it was an explosion of pleasure that rocked her body inside and out. As her moaning died down, she felt something rather weird: the girly juices that she expected to be filling her panties were not there; they were moist but not wet, like someone had used a spray bottle on her panties. Also, there was a smell. She pulled her moist hand out of her pussy and brought it up to her nose and took a sniff. Vanilla? She smelled the overwhelming scent of fresh vanilla. She looked around and noticed that the people around her smelled the same scent, as an overwhelming sweet vanilla fragrance lingered around her. While she glanced around the room till she found Amelia searching for answers as the woman hoped that her rival would have an answer for her strange predicament, Ricotta noticed her hand, and something was off about it.
It was white? She felt her hand with her other hand that was slowly becoming a similar white color, and it felt like plastic. She watched as her fingers slowly melted together and sank into her knuckles, turning her hands into nubs. She did not have time to process the changes in her hands as her legs were suffering similar but more drastic changes. Her heels and dress started to melt into her whitening skin, becoming red plastic that coated her lower body. And just like her hands, she felt her legs deform, melting together into a formless plastic mess that melted into her thighs. As her legs melted into her thighs, she felt a strange erotic tingle as her thighs and butt pumped up as all of the mass joined them. Ricotta struggled to maintain her balance, flailing her diminishing arms as she teetered on her plump heart-shaped rear, and just as she nearly tipped over and fell on her face. The bottom of Ricotta’s hips and rear flattened out, creating a smooth base for her to rest on.
Despite not toppling over, she wasn’t giving even a brief moment of relief as another wave of strange euphoria rushed through her lower body, which had already turned into shiny red plastic. Ricotta moaned as she tried to reach her crotch with her shrinking arms, as it shifted. Ricotta’s pussy started to move forwards across the bottom of her till it reached her front, her and the onlookers watched as her damp wet folds hardened into plastic and melt and reform into what appeared to be a simple sprayer whose hole was vaguely shaped like a woman’s vagina. Just as her pussy finished changing her, red heart shaped ass started to grow as it begun overtaking Ricotta’s lower body causing it to actually become heart shaped. She threw her head back as her lower body expanded into a rounded heart-shaped base that was flattened on the bottom.
Just as Ricotta’s lower body finished changing and she stopped panting, her arms finished melting into her sides. She didn’t have a chance to look at the rest of her body as she was too distracted by the changes that had just happened to her lower body. Ricotta panicked as she noticed that everything besides her head was now smooth plastic, her arms were gone, and her red dress had melted into a plastic body, causing it to have a red color with a white plastic top. Ricotta felt her body expand, widening like a cylinder, smoothing out her natural human curves as she widened at the top and bottom of her torso, with her middle slightly constricting, giving her a slight hourglass curve. Ricotta stared down at her modest breast as they flattened into the curvy cylinder her upper body was turning into, and all she could do was watch as they flattened into a red heart-shaped pattern of her dress that gave way to the white of her plastic. Ricotta shifted and quivered as she felt her insides change, turning from flesh and blood into plastic, simple machinery, and a large container. She felt her body split in half as a seam formed across her side and a latch appeared on her, letting someone open her up from the front. Ricotta’s head shot up at a forty-five-degree angle, causing her to stare in front of her and at the ceiling. Ricotta let out one final moan as her head was forced down, flattening into the uneven curved top of the cylinder, becoming nothing more than a printed detail of her face permanently frozen in her smile that gave everyone so much joy. And then she shrank down to only be about ten inches tall.
In place of the short woman with a joyful smile who just humiliated herself in front of everyone was now a simple red automatic air freshener with a rather heart-shaped bottom that led a curvy cylinder with the image of the woman forever smiling on top. Ricotta sat on the floor motionless, unable to do anything other than see, hear, think, and feel. The feeling was the worst part, other than her plastic shell being more sensitive than her previous skin, that feeling of a building orgasm started to return. Unlike the first time, which was nearly instant, the build-up was gradual, like a grain of sand falling in an hourglass. Ricotta figured out that it was her internal timer building up and locking mind numbing pleasure locked behind a damn that she could not break trapping her pent up lust until the final grain of sand fell. This realization slightly frightened Ricotta, but it also excited her, knowing that she was going to feel the same ecstatic sensation she had just gone through as the flood gates opened. But how long it would take, she wasn’t quite sure, but knew that she would be counting every second of it.
The crowd that gathered to watch Ricotta’s humiliation dispersed as the show was over, all except for Amelia, who picked up Ricotta by her heart-shaped base, which resembled her old shapely rear. Amelia held her high enough that Ricotta had to look up at Amelia’s bountiful breasts to look the woman in her eyes. Amelia teased her rival, joking about her new fate, stuck as just a simple air freshener, nothing more than just another appliance in the manor. And one that was rather demeaning. Amelia congratulated herself for winning the bet, telling Ricotta that she knew the woman wanted to lose the bet and how she knew the woman was secretly looking forward to this. Ricotta wanted to protest these claims that were all too true, but as a simple air freshener, she could not remove the smile that was printed on top of her. Amelia told her that she wants to make sure that Ricotta’s new life will be as fulfilling as possible. Before Ricotta could figure out what her rival meant, she was carried off as Amelia took her to the bathroom closest to the main ballroom. Amelia placed the air freshener on the sink facing the toilet, so Ricotta had no choice but to watch the occupants of her new home do their business, and they would be staring back at her all too infectious, joyful smile. Amelia sat down on the toilet and gave Ricotta an all-too-generous housewarming present, as the pungent smell of waste filled the bathroom. Amelia got up, flushed, washed her hands, and then left, leaving Ricotta to her new life as an automatic air freshener in one of the most-used bathrooms in the manor. She said her goodbyes to her former rival and wished her luck.
This was Ricotta's new existence; she was an automatic air freshener now. She sat quietly in the bathroom until a new person arrived to use it, paying her little to no mind unless they noticed the face smiling back at them, and at most, they just smiled back. Party goers came to do their duty, some came to have sex in the room she called her home, and some even came to play with new toys or new bodies. And she even watched some rather interesting transformations from a woman turning into the man she was have sex with dick, some people swapping genders, and even a bloated woman laying waste to the largest turd Ricotta had ever seen only for said turd to get up and form the shape of a woman and awkwardly leave. Each deposit of excrement and sex filled the bathroom with an unbearably pungent stench of waste. Ricotta could not tell if it was part of her transformation or the stench was that bad, but the fumes from the waste and sex were so pungent it felt like she could taste it. But she could hardly focus on the horrid smell of her new home, as the building pent up lust inside of her slowly ticked closer to a breaking point. And then with a mechanical spray, it all came out. Sweet, mind-numbing, vanilla-scented bliss that purged the foul smells from the room. Ricotta did not have a second to recover from her blissful, sweet orgasm as she felt the timer start up again. And all she could do was wait with eager anticipation for the next thirty minutes to go by as her orgasm built back up and would be released, for it to all happen again… and again… and forever…. What more could she want in this new life?
Hazel, a tall man with dark brown hair, wandered around the ballroom conversing with the other guests. He was dressed rather casually for this lavish event, choosing to wear a black tank top under his jacket and a pair of pants to match, as well as a pair of dog tags around his neck and headphones over his shoulders. Even though he thought he was underdressed for the occasion, Hazel ended up fitting in just fine with the other guests who chose to dress casually, and those for had forgone clothes during the night's events.
Hazel went around the ball, talking to other guests, admiring their new transformations while telling them about his experiences being transformed in the past. After a while of sharing stories, Hazel became parched and grabbed a glass of champagne from one of the maids. It was a strange white color with a swirl of green to it. He shrugged, figuring that it was just some fancy type of champagne, and downed the entire glass. The taste of the strange champagne somehow reminded him of a nice, cozy grassy field that felt rather nostalgic. After finishing the champagne, he felt rather tipsy despite only having one drink. Despite his tipsy feeling, Hazel went back to sharing stories. As the night progressed, he started feeling rather lethargic. Hazel tried to fight off the drowsiness that was overcoming him, but it was getting the better of him as he could barely keep his heavy eyes open. Hazel was forced to throw in the towel as he felt like he would fall asleep at any moment.
A maid noticed him in his near-asleep state and asked him if he would like to rest in a guest room. Hazel agreed, and the maid led him from the ballroom and to a section of the manor filled with guest rooms, though Hazel would be one of the few guests who would end up using their room for its intended purpose. The guest room was nicer than Hazel imagined, as it appeared to be more fitting as a master bedroom rather than a guest room, which ended up being used for a quiet place to have sex in rather than to sleep in. Hazel threw himself on a large plush bed the instant he stepped into the room, too tired to even undress. Hazel sank into the soft, velvety mattress, which was softer than any bed he had ever slept in, feeling like he was lying on a cloud. His eyes quickly shut from the weight of his exhaustion.
As his consciousness fades and he enters a deep slumber, Hazel finds himself somewhere that he had never been before, but it also feels like he knew the place all too well. In his dream. Hazel found himself sitting on the porch of an old rustic farm house, the kind you would see in an old cartoon or movie. He was staring out at an open field divided by a fence, on one side was a barn, and on the other side was a field with grazing sheep. For some reason, he instinctively called the sheep to bed as if he were the farmer.
One by one, the baaing stopped, and they got up, turning their heads to Hazel. His eyes shot open, and his jaw dropped. They weren’t sheep, they were women. Naked woman covered in white fluffy wool with cloven hooves and a cute pair of ram horns. The sheep girls baaed to each other as if talking, they stretched and yawned, all of them seeming tired and ready for bed. The sheep girls lined up and started walking towards the fence one by one, and then the first one jumped over the fence and skipped into the barn, and then she was followed by the next. Hazel watched as he counted each sheep girl that bounded over the fence and skipped into the barn.
He had already counted ten, and there was no end in sight as the neat line of sheep girls seemed to go on for miles. Soon he was up to twenty, wait, no it was thirty, now sixty. One by one, another sheep left the field as she hopped over the fence and made her way into the barn. Hazel was so preoccupied counting the sheep that he did not even realize that he was changing.
Under Hazel’s shirt, two round domes started to form and push upwards against his shirt. Hidden by his shirt, a pair of puffy, perky breasts grew to the size of supple melons, lifted his shirt as they grew. Eighty, then ninety, and then one hundred. Hazel’s rear followed suit as his hips and rear ballooned outwards to a rather thick size as they threatened to tear his pants open from their girth. One hundred and twenty, then one hundred and forty, then one hundred and sixty. Hazel’s belly started to plump up as well as a soft layer of fat started to form across his body, making him look rather soft and squishy in all of the right ways, plumping him up a pound to match each sheep he counted. One hundred and seventy, then one hundred and eighty, and then one hundred and ninety. Hazel’s belly kept growing with each sheep he counted. But in addition to his growing weight, his hair started to turn white, became rather soft and fluffy like a long cloud on his head. Then his feet folded in on themselves, toes merging and hardening into cloven hooves. A small white fluffy tail grew right above his massive soft ass. His ears shifted, changing into sheep ears. And two ram horns grew from his skull. And finally, soft white wool started to sprout up from his body, mainly around his neck, legs, and arms, covering them in a puffy cloud of wool.
One hundred and ninety-five….
Hazel’s shoulders narrowed.
One hundred and ninety-six….
Hazel’s body slimmed down, shifting muscle and fat into all of the right places, making him curvier than he already was.
One hundred and ninety-seven….
The lump in Hazel’s throat vanished, causing his voice to become higher and as sweet as honey as he kept counting.
One hundred and ninety-eight….
Hazel’s face changed, becoming softer and more feminine but partially rounded and cute.
One hundred and ninety-nine….
Hazel’s penis pushed itself into his body inverting and turning into a fully functioning womanhood and womb, as Hazel was no longer a boy but a rather round and puffy sheep girl.
Hazel looked at the line of sheep girls, or where the line should have been. She was confused; she swore she counted them all. But Hazel found that she was one off, one sheep was missing from her count. Hazel then looked down at herself and laughed, baaing as she did, she forgot to count herself. Hazel out up from her chair and took off her ill-fitting clothes, letting her impressive doughy assets and her two-hundred-pound belly jiggle free. She skipped to the fence breasts, butt, and belly jiggling with each step as she happily baaed. Once she got to the fence, she took a big leap and just barely made it over, landing with a heavy thud that shook the ground, causing her to blush, feeling slightly embarrassed by her landing. She shook it off and skipped into the barn to join her one hundred and ninety-nine sisters.
Hazel slowly opened her heavy eyes, instead of being greeted with the flat board chest she was used to. Hazel awoke to a pair of large breasts on her chest. She stretched, letting out a long yawn, and stretched even more as she sleepily got out of bed. Hazel walked over to a large mirror and looked at her new appearance. Hazel looked at the body of the soft, rotund sheep woman wearing clothes stretched and torn open by her bountiful curves. Looking closer, Hazel found that she resembled a monster known as a weresheep, but notably rounder and softer due to her plush belly. Hazel felt her new doughy assets happily baaing as her fingers sank into her soft flesh. Hazel struggled to get out of her clothes so she could get a better look at her body. But due to their now ill-fitting size, she ended up struggling to slip out of them, accidentally tearing them further to the point they fell off on their own. Hazel got a good look at her weresheep body, taking in all of her soft curves and assets. She groped her new breasts, and the two fleshy orbs softly bounced and jiggled with each touch. Then she felt her pudgy belly, and it felt just as heavy to poke and prod at as her breasts. She made her way back to the bed and felt down her body, even more, feeling every doughy curve of her soft body baaing happily while doing so. After quite a long while of squishing and prodding her curves, Hazel felt that she had gotten her fill for now and got up, giving her breasts and belly one final squeeze.
Hazel felt it was time to get back to the party and show off her new, adorable body, but there was one problem. Her clothes were ruined, stretched to shreds, by her girth. While she did have wool on her body, it was around her neck, hands, and feet, so it wasn’t like she was covered. And while nudity was accepted at the party, she still felt like she should wear something, as she was now too cute to walk around naked. Looking around the room, Hazel spotted a large walk-in closet. Entering it, Hazel found all sorts of dresses, suits, and accessories that appeared like they would perfectly fit a woman as large as she was. Hazel looked around the closet until a certain dress caught her eye and she happily baaed, it was too perfect. Hazel quickly grabbed it as well as some matching accessories and headed out, unable to hold back the excitement of showing off her new self and new dress to the rest of the ball.
The soft chime of a bell echoed through the entrance of the ballroom as the soft clopping of hooves on the hardwood floor joined them. Walking through the door was a woman, she was rather curvy with a more than generous bust and butt as well a plump belly that made her look profusely soft and squishable which was only accentuated by her soft fluffy hair and wool covering some of her body. She wore a heavy white gown that started as a pastel pink and faded into a pure white. It was a strapless gown with a wool trim and a skirt that flared out with so many layers of ruffles and frills that it was as thick and puffy as a cloud. And a pair of long white gloves, a large bell that adorned her neck, and smaller bells on the gown. The new Hazel stepped into the ballroom, and countless people locked their eyes with the weresheep woman. With her soft body and dress, she was both beautiful but also gave off a rather warm and cozy vibe that made you want to just hug her and fall asleep on her soft pillow belly.
As Hazel made her way through the ballroom, she was offered to dance with countless men and women whom she obliged, and some even asked if they could meet somewhere private later in the night. Hazel spent the rest of the night dancing and socializing as people adored her new soft and cozy weresheep body. Which she adored as well, as Hazel became the bellwether of the ball.
A man named Drake Collins, who had ruffled black hair and white wolf ears and tail, made his way through the ballroom. He looked at the different men and women dressed in their fancy suits and dresses fitting for the occasion. He looked at himself, finding that he was rather underdressed, wearing a rather casual outfit of a white shirt, a dark red jacket, and beige khakis. While he was not the only person underdressed, so to speak, as there was a good amount of other guests wearing casual clothes, and some who even ended up naked. But still felt slightly embarrassed by his rather simple outfit, especially compared to some of the cute dresses he saw some of the women wearing.
After a while of wandering around, Drake found himself in some of the side rooms of the ball and noticed a row of rather strange-looking dressing booths. He noticed that there were a couple of people hanging around the dressing booths, all looking rather unique. There were anthropomorphic animals, inflatables, living dolls, and all sorts of strange creatures all wearing nice dresses and suits. He noticed a clown stepped out from behind a curtain, looking like she just walked straight out of an old-timey TV show. She looked herself down, seemingly adjusting to this, what Drake assumed to be a new appearance.
Drake was transfixed on the strange booths. Someone would enter alongside a maid, and then only the guest would come out, but changed into something else. The voice of a woman called to him from behind, causing him to jump. He turned around and saw a maid behind him. The maid asked him if he was interested. Drake responded, asking what was going on. The maid explained that she and a group of maids get together to help get party goers into a more fitting form and outfit for the ball, and then asked again if he was interested. Drake looked at the most recent group of people leaving the booths as they were turned into something new, all wearing something fitting for the ball. Drake looked at his outfit and agreed.
Drake got in line and waited for his turn as his anticipation built with each guest who entered and left physically a different person. And then it was finally his turn. The maid running the booths called him up and asked if he wanted to pick his maid and outfit. Drake did not know what she meant by picking his maid, so he told her that he did not have a preference. A cute brown hair maid stepped forward and greeted him, thanking him for this opportunity. He did not know what she meant, but told her that she was welcome. The maid led Drake into an open booth and followed him in. Drake looked around the booth and saw that it was empty besides a mirror; there were no clothes or anything. Drake half expected robotic arms to come out of the walls with clothes and dress him up like a doll, but there wasn’t even an opening for anything like that to happen. The maid asked him what he would like to be dressed as. Drake asked her what she meant, rather confused by this whole situation. She softly laughed, blushing, and asked him what he wanted her to dress him up ask. Drake scratched his head and said that he thinks that maids are cute, and he also thinks that old wind-up toys are cute as well, and then asked if he could become a wind-up maid.
The maid blushed a bit, covering her smile with her hands. She nodded and asked Drake to turn around. As Drake turned around, he saw the maid’s hands turn a color reminiscent of shiny brass. Behind him, the maid started changing, her body turned into shiny flawless brass, her legs straightened into a perfect cylinder. The maid’s torso flattened and compressed. Arms stretching out and reaching behind her head before flattening. Drake looked over his shoulder and watched as the maid’s face sank into the smooth, flawless brass, melting into its surface, and she let out a soft thank you before her face vanished. Floating behind him was a large wind-up doll key that was shaped like a heart. The rotation of the key shifted so that the smooth cylindrical tube was facing his back. Then it flew at him.
Drake jumped from the shock, the key lodging itself inside of him. He could feel the smooth brace inside of his back and what felt like a smooth rhythmic heartbeat that matched his own each time the key made a full rotation. He reached his hands back and felt the new hole that the key had lodged itself in, and he slightly quivered upon feeling it. As he felt his back turn into tin, merging his clothes with his body. He felt the smooth tin surface wash over him, spreading out faster the more his body became tin. He watched as his shoulders, elbows, hands, and fingers were separated by simple joints that did not offer much in the range of movement. The same happened with his lower body, as his joints were replaced with mechanical ones. He looked at his torso, which had become one solid tin mold as his fluffy tail turned into a hunk of tin. He felt the wave of tin wash over his neck, replacing it with a simple joint, then moving onto his head. As the tin washed over his face, he felt his mouth lock up, flattening into his head, then turning into a simple hinged mouth. He felt his eyes turn into nothing more than painted-on details, and then his hair was turned into a tin mold. Now that his body was fully turned into a tin doll, he felt his insides shift, turning into rather simple mechanics that only allowed for basic movement and a voice box in his mouth for speech.
He looked at his reflection and noticed that his face was changing; it was turning into a more feminine shape with rounder, sharper eyes and a rounder jaw. Large red lipstick was painted on his hinged mouth and two pink circles on each cheek, and a maidenhead band formed on his tin hair. The changes spread down to his body, and he watched as his painted-on clothes started to shift, his shirt and jacket merging into a red blouse with a frilly center painted on it and the shape of a flat bow slightly pressed out and turned white. He felt his tin body start to compress as his shoulders narrowed and his waist was pushed in, giving him a rather feminine figure. He watched as two tin orbs started to push out from his chest, expanding into two large hollow tin breasts. He knocked on his tin breasts with his hand and only heard a hollow thud echo inside of him from his unmoving metal breasts. The change moved up his arms, causing them to become rather slender and dainty, and the painted-on sleeves were washed away by a flesh color paint until they reached his shoulders. Then his shoulders expanded, creating two large tin spheres, creating large puffy shelves out of tin.
The changes began to spread across his lower body, his tin rear and thighs expanding in size, and his legs narrowing, with a high heel forming on his feet. A layer of white paint coated his legs and rear, creating the impression of white tights, and red heels were painted onto his feet. Then a thin sheet of tin began to push out from his waist, expanding downward and outward, forming a tan, painted skirt with painted-on frills. And then an apron was painted onto his skirt. And his transformation into a wind-up maid doll was complete.
Drake looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was now a tin female version of himself dressed in a maid’s outfit. He looked at his now feminine face frozen with a painted-on smile, and pressed his cheek, feeling cold tin pressing on cold tin. He felt the same, as if his mind was unaltered despite the drastic changes to his body, which was somewhat of a relief to him. He felt more of his body as he got used to it, finding it rather odd to move at first, as his joints had little articulation. He felt the two massive tin orbs attached to his chest, and then he felt an empty sensation. His body ground to a halt, and he realized that his key was no longer turning. His body locked up as his key stopped. Drake stood there for a while until a maid came to check on why he had not left the booth. She saw the tin woman frozen in a pose, feeling herself down, she giggled and turned his key, and with a series of steady clicks, his body returned to life as he felt the rhythmic plause of his key winding him up. Drake’s mouth slid down as he thanked her, his voice coming from an old speaker in his mouth. Drake left the booth, his clockwork mechanics ticking with each mechanical step. Drake made his way out and was ready to fully enjoy the party now as a cute wind-up doll maid.
Alicia, a woman with long black hair wearing a black gothic dress and matching dark makeup. She made her way around the ball, socializing with other guests. After a while, Alicia started to feel hungry and made her way towards the banquet area. Alicia looked at tables lined with every kind of food imaginable, all displayed on lavish dishes. She walked down the line of tables, trying to decide what to choose, as every meal looked delicious, as well as each one had a rather feminine appearance to it. While Alicia admired the food in front of her, she noticed that there was a rather long line leading into a kitchen.
Alicia decided to investigate and joined the line. One by one, the line moved forward, and someone would disappear into the kitchen, and another person would be called in a minute later. She assumed that the people who entered the kitchen just came out through a different exit after getting their food. But unbeknownst to Alicia, she would shortly discover what happened to them. The line moved forward until she was the next in line. After a minute, a maid dressed as a chef came out from the kitchen and asked Alicia to come with her.
Alicia followed the chef maid into the kitchen. As she walked through the kitchen, she watched maids preparing food, which all looked strangely human. Pastries and meat in the shape of women, wine glasses that had rather feminine shapes, and Alicia even swore she saw moaning faces in the egg yolks as a maid dumped them into a bowl. She walked past the maids preparing food and started to wonder what the line was truly for. Then the maid brought her to the head chef.
The head chef looked Alicia over, taking in every detail of the woman, causing her to feel a bit uncomfortable as the head chef eyed her down like a piece of meat, licking her lips. The head chef told Alicia that she had the perfect idea of what to turn her into. Alicia gasped as she was not expecting to be transformed into food, no less. Before Alicia could say anything, the spell was cast upon her, sealing her fate as food.
Suddenly, the taste of grapes filled her mouth. She started to panic, asking the head chef to stop, but the woman shook her head and said it was too late, and if she did not want to become food, then why did she come into the kitchen? Alicia gasped as she noticed her skin was starting to turn dark purple. Alicia helplessly watched as the dark purple pigment spread from her hands down her arms until her body was a solid dark purple. As Alicia looked at her purple body, she felt a tightness spread throughout various parts of her. There was a growing tightness that was mainly focused on her breasts, belly, and butt. Alicia looked down to try and figure out what was happening and screamed in horror as she saw her body changing. Her breasts, belly, and butt were all expanding rapidly ballooning out straining her gothic dress. But the strangest part of her new growth was how round her assets were; instead of fattening out like one would expect, her new growth was rather round. Instead of gaining doughy, breasts, belly, and butt they were growing to be perfectly spherical as if they were a pair of inflatable balls being blown up. She winced and groaned as her dress tore open, letting her perfectly dark purple and spherical breast, belly, and butt bounce free.
Alicia watched as lighter purple lines wrapped around her dark purple skin, giving it a striped appearance. And as this was happening, she felt her skin become harder, stiffening up and losing its stretchiness. She felt her circular breast with her hand and heard a bit of a soft thud. Alicia screamed upon seeing her hand; it was round like a circle and growing. Just like her breasts, belly, and butt her hands were also rounding out into spheres sucking up her fingers in the process. She felt a tightness around her feet and assumed the same expansion was happening to them as well. And out of curiosity, she put her hand to her head and felt a soft thud. Feeling around her head, she noticed that it too was expanding.
Alicia turned to look at her reflection in a pan and gasped. Everything about her was round, her breasts were two perfect spheres that rested on a large sphere that was her belly with two spheres behind it as her butt. Her hands and feet were turning into perfect dark purple spheres as well. And most frightening was her head as it too was turning into a perfect dark purple sphere, causing her facial features to sink into its expanding surface. Her entire body started to feel tighter, and the growth sped up, causing all of the spheres she was becoming to rapidly grow until they were the same size. Alicia softly moaned as her black painted lips where sucked into her head leaving a faint trace of lipstick on the smooth purple surface. Alicia now looked like ten perfect dark purple spheres with lighter purple stripes on each one. Everything about her was impossibly tight, and Alicia felt like she was going to burst at any second. Alicia felt her body start to float off the ground, and then she felt a pop in her mind.
Everything started to feel bigger as she fell, landing with ten soft thuds against more hard spheres inside of what she guessed was a bowl. She tried to get her bearings but felt herself in ten different places at once and could not move, but could still see, hear, and feel. She noticed that she was ‘looking’ at another dark purple sphere that looked exactly like her. Alicia put everything together and realized that she was now separated into ten different spheres. And then she realized what she had become, gumballs.
A maid picked up the bowl filled with gumballs of all colors and carried them out of the kitchen, placing them among the other food, which Alicia assumed was comprised for people who had met a similar fate to hers. It wasn’t long until she felt someone grab one of the gumballs she was turned into. She looked at who was holding her, and it was a slightly overweight man with short hair. She started to panic as the man brought one of her gumball bodies closer to his mouth. She tried to shout and beg to be put down, but no words left her mouth. Alicia internally screamed as she was plopped into the man’s mouth and felt his wet tongue on her gumball body.
The man’s teeth came crashing down upon Alicia, breaking her hard, smooth surface. She felt his teeth break into her, but instead of the pain she expected, it was rather orgasmic. It was like a shell around her was being forced open, exposing her to a world of sensation. With each chew, she felt her body soften as the hard shell protecting her crumbled, leaving her as a sticky yoke exposed and burning on a pan made of ecstasy. Her body stretched within the man’s mouth with each chew tearing her up and turning her body into a jumbled, rubbery mess, which felt like a pleasure-filled full-body massage in all of her deepest, most private places. With each chew, Alicia felt more and more of herself slip away as she lost flavor. Then the man started to blow a bubble.
Alicia felt herself expand through the man’s soft, plush lips. The sensation of the man’s soft lips caused Alicia to pause for a second. Why were the man’s lips as soft as a woman’s? She asked herself as her body ballooned outwards and out of his mouth. Then she saw the way, the man’s face, now vaguely looked like her as his chubby male features started to smooth out into what could be described as a half and half mix between her and the man. As her body expanded, she felt herself tense up and pressure and pressure built inside of her. She kept growing and saw the man’s body changing further. Alicia’s perky breasts and butt appeared on the man, his hair darkened to a dark brown, body slightly slimmed down making his overweight gamer body into a more stylish curvy chubby body. Alicia’s gum body kept expanding, reforming from the chewed-up mess into the smooth, dark purple sphere similar to the ones that she had grown accustomed to. As the man’s breath filled her, she felt the building orgasm inside of her starting to break free. She felt like she was going to pop from all of the pent-up emotion stirring within her. And she did.
Chris moaned as the bubble popped letting a flood gate of emotions run wild though his body as ropes of cum flooded his underwear. He looked at himself in surprise; he could see the form of soft, fleshy mounds under his shirt. He thought to himself questioning why he had tits, but also why was she fat and why did she have a dick? Chris looked over himself, rather confused as parts of someone else’s memories were mixed into his own. He could not tell where his mind began and the mind of the woman named Alicia began as well. Chris found herself in a rather confusing situation where he was both Chris and Alicia simultaneously, as if Alicia was always a part of his body. She took a deep breath to try and figure things out. He was Chris but also Alicia and she had the body of a woman but also had his old male penis. The changes to her body did not feel unnatural, as due to Alicia’s subconscious felt like they were always part of him. Taking a good look at herself, Chris decided upon something; she was now a woman. She had the body of one now with the addition of a penis. And she also decided upon a new name, Chricia, as she was both Chris and Alicia.
Chricia made her way through the ball trying to find somewhere to change to get out of her cum coated underwear and find something more fitting for her new body. And as she walked through the ball, she chewed on the gum, which was formerly a part of her, but now was just ordinary gum. But as she walked, someone suddenly slapped Chricia on her plump rear, catching her by surprise. She jumped a bit from the shock and accidentally swallowed the gum. She turned to curse out the man who slapped her, but only a squeak came out of her mouth. The man laughed at her, pointing at her face. Chricia felt her lips as they puffed up and her mouth opened into a large O. She tried to close it or speak. But Chricia quickly realized her mouth was no longer under her control as it was now a puffy latex O in the same dark purple as the gum that started all of this.
Chricia felt the rubbery latex wash down her body, staining her skin in a cheap purplish hue. She watched her already sizable breasts puffed up a bit, becoming inhumanely perky and very clearly inflatable and fake. The changes spread to her arms as they were turned into hollow latex and bent in an unmoving L shape. The purple latex washed over Chricia’s hands, fusing her fingers together into cheap mits. The changes spread down lower, causing Chricia’s pleasure to spike as her anus puffed out into a large rubber donut between her puffed up butt, but what hit her the hardest was her dick becoming suddenly massive and errect. She felt her cock harden into a sizable latex dildo fusing it into a permanent full mast that would never set. The changes continued as her legs and feet suffered the same fate as her arms, bending into an L shape, and toes fusing with her feet. She fell to the ground with a soft squeak as she was unable to move. Her eyes rolled back into her head as the purple latex crept up her head. Chricia’s nose flattened into her latex head, and her eyes were replaced with simple printed on details. Then came Chricia’s hair, which turned into a cheap wig. Chricia felt her body hollow up and fill up with air, and then a plastic plug appeared in the place of her belly.
The man watched in awe as Chricia’s now-inflatable body rested motionless on the floor, stuck in a sex ready pose. The man undressed the doll and opened her plug. Chricia felt the air leave her body like the slow, steady release of an orgasm until her body was empty of air. The man smiled to himself as he picked up the doll, and Chricia felt her limp body helplessly lifted into the air, dangled over the man’s arm like a towel. He carried her off to one of the private rooms for personal use. The man threw her limp body onto the bed and then put his mouth on her plug and started to blow. Chricia felt the man’s breath enter her body, slowly filling her with his warm breath. Breath by breath her body rises boobs filling out and plush belly pumping up. Soon she was fully inflated, filled with the man’s hot air.
He quickly undid his pants and dropped them exposing his erect cock already dripping with precum. Chricia could only watch as he shoved his cock into her slick rubbery mouth, with his meat filling it and stretching her mouth out. For Chricia each thrust of the man’s girthy meat rocked her entire body with pleasure as her mouth was now as sensitive as Alicia’s former pussy. It wasn’t long before waves of cum filled Chricia’s latex mouth hole. As the man came, he threw his head back, moaning, and his body started to change. His shoulders and waist narrowed, his face became softer, his hair lengthened, hips widen, breasts ballooned out, and then his penis inverted into a pussy. She cried out, moaning. She looked in the mirror, admiring her new body and feeling down her new ample assets. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Chricia sitting on the bed cum still dripping from her latex mouth and dripping onto her massive rubber tits. A smug, devilish grin crept onto the new woman’s face as she eyed Chricia's latex dildo and licked her lips.
The new woman straddles Chricia sliding her freshly made pussy down the length of Chricia’s girthy rubber shaft grunting a she slipped further down. She started to thrust her body down upon Chricia’s using the doll's built-in dildo to its full potential, causing the doll to squeak with each thrust. After a while of the woman riding Chricia’s dildo, she finally came, and the woman’s juices coated Chricia's latex dildo. The woman’s eyes rolled back as she moaned. Her moan was quickly cut off by a soft squeak as her mouth formed a large O shape and her lips turned into latex. She panicked as her body went through a similar transformation to Chricia, and she was turned into a cheap blow-up doll. The two dolls sat in silence locked in a perverted scene, cum drooling out of Chricia’s mouth and another doll resting on her latex dildo lubricated with feminine juices.
I hope you enjoyed your time at Lady Victoria Morgan’s ball, and I hope that it was a night you will never forget. As for a handful of fortunate souls, they will never forget this night. Whether it be the manor’s newest floorboard, trapped eternity forever to be stepped on without a second thought, and craving nothing more than that feeling. The air freshener waiting for her pent-up desires to be released. The rather swell sheep who desired nothing more than to be the fluffy bell of the ball. The wind-up toy with a smile on her face and a key that turns with every beat of her clockwork heart. And the woman split across various half copies of herself, sex dolls, and wads of discarded gum.
For all those who made it through the night, we hope to see you again. And those who can’t, we hope you enjoy your new owners or your new position at the manor. The Mistress will be waiting for your return, till next time….