“Just one more, and…”



Lara Croft, tomb raider and adventurer extraordinaire, grit her teeth as she disarmed the last line of defence to opening the safe where her latest target had been hidden. Tonight she was in the depths of the high security vault for a certain criminal organisation’s urban headquarters rather than some ancient crypt or exotic cavern, stealing a treasure they had beaten her to the punch on before they had the chance to misuse it. She let out a gentle sigh of relief as the safe clicked open rather than set off a blaring alarm, giving her her first look at the treasure in the dim light she had been working in: a carved stone idol that was thousands of years old and supposedly held the key to a power far beyond modern technology, if you believed the claims anyway. For Lara, the fact that this organisation wasn’t simply auctioning it off on the black market was proof enough that there was some grain of truth to the rumours.

Lara double-checked the vault for any last-second tricks and traps for would-be thieves, such as pressure plates, wires, and trackers made to set the alarm off the moment she tried moving it. True to her expectations she found a thin wire attached to the back, snipping it cleanly with her tools. She picked up the idol, turning it over and looking for any obvious bugs, and satisfied that it was clean, tucked it into her backpack and left as smoothly as she had entered.

“It’s nice to not have to go hot for once.” Lara remarked to herself as she crawled through the vents that had gotten her here. She dropped out nearly silently and headed for the door she came through, carefully weaving through the blind spots of the security cameras. Just a few more steps and she was out of the building and home free! “Usually this is the part where things get complicated and-”



Lara didn’t even have time to finish before her ears were nearly blown out by a blaring klaxon, the lights snapping on in an instant and nearly blinding her. Nearly blinded, Lara made a run for it without hesitation, wondering what she had screwed up. Was it a setup? No, she had been scoping this place out for days, it couldn’t be that, her route was perfect! It could only be…

Lara pulled the idol out of her back, now in better lighting conditions, having been reluctant to even turn a flashlight on before for fear of attracting the night guard. She ran her hands over the idol, noticing that although it seemed similar to your average fertility idol, this one had a strangely thin waist and curves more in line with modern tastes, plus vague signs of a once painted on face. It reminded her of, well, to be completely honest, a sex doll. This ancient civilisation certainly was ahead of their time, she smirked as the adrenaline kicked in. Lara was the type to put on a smile when the going got tough, but even she couldn’t help but grimace at the unusual bump she found on it, slightly miscoloured: a cleverly disguised tracker, set to go off as soon as she left a certain radius!

Lara picked at the tracker with her nail, trying to get the firmly attached device off. She had a motorcycle lined up for a swift escape not far from here, but as long as it was on the idol there was likely nowhere she could run.

“Come on, you stupid- aah!” Lara grumbled, only for the idol to suddenly go hot in her hands, nearly dropping it then and there. She fumbled for the idol as it tumbled, but she was only just barely able to catch it with her balled up hands, which… hang on, why couldn’t she uncurl her hands? Lara stared down at the awkwardly held idol, her hands feeling like she couldn’t move her fingers at all. Had it burnt her? Her eyes widened as she stared down at her hands, which looked more like awkward stubs, no sign of individual fingers at all, the finger holes of her gloves simply dangling off the end with nothing to go through them. But instead of a grotesque merging of melted flesh, it was… shiny? Her arms felt strange as the shiny, almost plasticky look of her hands spread down her arms at an alarming rate, her elbows feeling strange and squeaking against her tank top as she pressed the idol against her famously impressive bust

Lara’s mind raced as she struggled to comprehend what was happening to her while she ran down the street, having precious seconds to lose thinking. Her impulse was to get to her motorbike, escape, and figure things out later, but there was no way she could possibly use her bike like this! The transformation spread up her biceps to her shoulders, Lara feeling like she could barely bend her arms, and her shoulders turned stiff yet strangely soft, looking as if they had been awkwardly fused to her torso and utterly unfit for anything but cosmetic purposes. She couldn’t see below her tank top, but her neck began to feel strangely inflexible, Lara having to struggle just to try to look over her shoulder. Her neck squashed and stretched awkwardly, a bizarre sensation as her head too was infected by whatever the idol had started. Her face went numb, no longer able to feel her gnashing teeth or creasing brow from frustration and desperation, everything simply smoothing out as her mouth was forced to gape open, forming a large O-shape that Lara couldn’t close no matter what. Had she been able to see her face she would have realised that it had completely flattened, looking instead like a low quality photo of her own face had been printed onto a smooth, rubbery surface. Her hair was similarly painted on, her low ponytail looking more like a balloon attached to the base of her skull.

By this point, Lara’s usual athletic body was rapidly slowing down. Her body felt stiff and inflexible, and she had gone from a sprint to a jog as her body refused to move the way she wanted it to, particularly as her hips barely move, her legs simply pumping up and down as they were the last to go. Lara glared down at the idol pressed against her strangely round and perky chest, looking like two unrealistic half-spheres sticking out of her top, wishing she could ditch it now, as clearly its special power was to paralyse and incapacitate its victims. The plastic sheen of her arms was… well, she could figure that out later. Transformed into a plastic figure in the crude shape of a woman in under two minutes, Lara couldn’t be blamed at all for ducking into the nearest alley and trying to inspect the idol, desperately hoping to undo its effects somehow after she had inadvertently triggered it. She pawed helplessly at the idol, the transformation spreading down her legs, which became more like straight tubes that unnaturally bent at the knee under Lara’s limited power. Lara barely resembled a human anymore, but was unable to comprehend what she had become just yet, and instead burnt away her precious minutes trying to activate the idol again in the hopes that it would undo her transformation.

“Lara Croft, I presume?”



A deep, heavily sarcastic voice echoed down the alleyway, and Lara would have clenched her teeth if she could have. This was the last thing she needed right now! Lara carefully placed the idol down next to her, trying to reach for her twin pistols hanging heavily at her side. Unfortunately she couldn’t even draw them, let alone fire them, and her hands merely squeaked as they rubbed against the grips. Her flat face unable to express her panic, Lara struck an awkward fighting pose as the man came close enough for her to make out his suit and brutish physique. He whistled at the sight of her, rubbing his chin as he bore witness to the reality Lara hadn’t quite realised yet.

“Well, ain’t you a sight for sore eyes.” He said, making a show of eying her up while Lara sized him up. If he had a gun, it was probably inside his jacket, and he seemed to be in no hurry to draw it. Perhaps he hadn’t realised she couldn’t simply return fire yet? This was of course not the case to anybody who could see Lara, but she remained optimistically oblivious. “The boys in the lab were right, that thing’ll really do a number on ya.”

“Don’t worry, I’m still prettier than you’ll be in a minute.” Lara jibed, finding herself able to speak clearly even if she couldn’t feel her lips moving. Perhaps her face was just numb?

“Oh, I wouldn’t be braggin’ about looks right now, missy.” He grinned. “Ain’t nobody gonna be taking you on any dates. Wish I coulda gotten a handful ‘o you before you turned yerself into a blow-up doll!”

A doll? He must have been insulting the plastic sheen her body had taken on. Certainly, her body had been changed in a surreal way, but she was still standing, still talking. She waited for him to get even closer, within the range of her fists. She might not be as flexible as usual, but one well-placed punch would be all she needed to stagger him and leave him vulnerable.

“It’s especially a shame, seein’ as I got you all to myself.” He helpfully explained, and Lara relaxed as he nearly entered her range. Just one of them? She was certain that even in her diminished state, she was more than a match for one of these poorly trained meatheads. “The boss was about to send everybody in the building after ya, an’ then you went and zapped yourself, so now I’m on cleanup duty.”

“My condolences!” Lara said, her fist flickering forward straight into his neck. But instead of sending him to his knees gasping for breath, her hand simply bounced off harmlessly, almost squashing against his thick neck. Lara’s eyes would have widened if they could, and she stumbled backwards, the man putting his hands in his pockets in a show of confidence. What the hell was going on? It was like her arms were light as a feather, and had just as much impact! Her heavy boots limiting her ability to retreat, Lara instinctively tried to bring her right foot up into a roundhouse kick, but found that she could barely raise her leg halfway before the weight proved too much, her knee stalling awkwardly around his chest, then her knee drooping as she lacked the strength to hold it. Lara dropped her foot to the ground and tried to simply abandon all pretences and flee, but by now the transformation had spread completely down her legs, and she found herself instead awkwardly wading as if she had heavy lead weights strapped to her feet. She wriggled her feet out of both the boots and her socks, revealing that her feet had been replaced with the same narrow stumps as her hands.

“What the hell is going on!?” Lara found herself exclaiming, horrified by the state of her body and the grotesque transformation it had undergone. She could still move, but it was difficult to stay upright with such thin replacements for feet, and her very clothes seemed to be dragging her down, no longer having the strength to even dress normally. She could feel her feet, as they were, squash and bend slightly against the cold floor, and her body seemed otherwise incredibly light. But that wasn’t possible, was it? It was if she were…

“Done yet?” The man interrupted her panicked thoughts, roughly seizing her by the arm and lifting her up off the ground. Lara struggled, trying to worm her way free while trying to beat him with her available arm, but everything simply bounced off as if she wasn’t there at all. “Here, this might help you understand.”



“Hey, what do you think you’re…!” Lara protested as he pulled her tank top up to let her breasts pop free, although with their current state, the idea that they were capable of such a thing was debatable. There was a gentle pop, and she squashed her neck downward to see that he had pulled out some sort of strange plug placed over her belly button. There was a loud hiss directly from the now opened plug, and Lara began to feel something she had never felt before, like her essence was being drawn out and escaping through the hole. It was like being winded, or perhaps exhausted, like her strength was leaving her body.

“What did you do to me!?” Lara demanded, managing to pull her arm out of his tight grip, her arm seemingly crumpling and going flat enough to slide free. “You piece of shit! They’ll be picking you out of the trash when I’m through with you!”

“I didn’t do anything, you dumb bitch.” He said. “You were the dumbass who turned herself into a fuckdoll trying to steal our company’s property! Our bosses lost their shit for months hearing you were after us, and look at you now!”

“I am not a-” Lara angrily protested, then caught herself, looking down at her plastic breasts, perfect half-spheres with painted on cone-like nipples at the end. She could see seam-lines down the sides of her waist, as well as at where her shoulders met her torso. The air rapidly leaving her body completed the issue, but even as she saw it, Lara simply couldn’t believe it. Her awkwardly curved hips that made a cheap impression of an hourglass figure were starting to sag from the lack of air, and her waist soon became too loose for her shorts, which slid down and finally freed her from the increasingly crushing weight of her pistols. They hit the floor with a clatter, her panties soon following and exposing the crude hole intended for a man to use her.

“Don’t come near me!” Lara cried, trying desperately to tug them back up to no avail. She stumbled away, forced to abandon them as he stared directly at her shame. “Stop looking at me like that!”

Although she was embarrassed, she would take any advantage she could get in helping her escape, still naively thinking she could simply run away and try to solve the problem later. SHe turned and tried to run, but found that as her torso lost air, her backpack, still filled with the tools she had used to get herself into this problem in the first place as well as other things like spare ammo were starting to prove impossibly heavy. Lara struggled to try to shrug it off, but it was caught on the slope of her slightly raised shoulders, and she lacked the dexterity required to get it off.

“Be a good girl and come over here and I’ll go easy on you.” He said, Lara nearly screaming.

“Shut up! Just shut up!” She yelled, staggering forward, struggling to walk as the weight caused her already flimsy legs, starting to lose air themselves, to squash inward. It couldn't end like this, Lara screamed in her head, not like this in front of him! If she couldn’t get out of this, he’d be able to just pick her up, have his way with her, use her like the sex toy she was turning into! She almost groaned as her pussy flared, ashamed of the way she was suddenly thinking.

After a few more seconds, Lara gasped as her air loss became critical, and she simply crumpled inward, the backpack flattening her directly downward and forcing out even more air. She was left pinned to the ground, gasping as her limbs went totally flat and her ability to move left her. Her head span, wondering how and why this was happening to her, all because she had tried to keep the idol out of the wrong hands. The hissing finally ceased as the last bit of air left her, her head sadly deflating into the rest of the heap she had been reduced to.

“Thanks for making it easy for me, babe.”

Although she couldn’t see the man from her face-down perspective, she could hear his smirk, and quietly seethed as he picked her up off the floor, draping her over his arm. She got a brief look at his smug face before she flopped over backwards, but was soon taken by the shoulders and pulled up straight.

“I almost wish you hadn’t gone and fucked yourself before I got here.” He said, his smile fading a little. “Everybody was clearly full of shit, I coulda taken you and at least gotten a promotion out of it. Now my boss isn’t even gonna breathe in my direction for giving him his shit back.”



“How terrible. My heart bleeds for you. However can I apologise to you?” Lara said scathingly, trying to at least regain a little of her composure, the man unfolding her head and staring her right in the painted eyes.

“You know what, I can think of a way.” He said, switching to one hand as he began to unzip his pants.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey! What the fuck do you think you’re doing, you freak!?” Lara spluttered as she realised what was going on.

“Shut the fuck up, freak. Nobody likes a sex doll that talks back to you.” He said, grunting as he slid his already hardened cock into her surprisingly warm pussy. “This is the last thing you’re good for, so shut the fuck up and take it!”

Lara only just barely held herself back as she was wracked with intense pleasure, only her bitterness and pride causing her from letting out a guttural moan as he slowly accelerated, Lara awkwardly splayed over his chest with her arms draped over his shoulders to keep her upright as he pounded her pussy. Unwilling to admit how good she felt despite herself, Lara turned to insults to try to keep her head straight.

“So this is what a guy who’ll never be able to get a girlfriend does in his free time. Whatever’s happened to me, you’re far more pathetic!” She said, trying to keep her voice as straight as possible. “You, you- ah! Tiny-cocked bastard! You can’t even make a sex doll happy! Do hookers laugh you out of the room too?”

“Learn when to keep your goddamn mouth shut, you whore!” He said, clearly agitated despite her diminished, pathetic state. He grabbed her by the head, Lara barely having time to react before she had his cock jammed into her mouth and down her throat, an orgasmic experience far better than any oral experience she could have had as a human!

“Mmm! Mmph!” Lara was unable to speak properly with her plastic throat stuffed full of cock,, but her muffled sounds were clearly ones of pleasure. She no longer cared if he noticed, only wanting him to continue, letting out all of her pent up energy at once. If she had still been able to move she probably would have tried to climb onto him, force him to fill her last untouched hole just to find out what it felt like. She finally felt him come, semen dripping from her mouth as he pulled out and roughly shoved her up next to one of the windows of the building next to them. He jammed a finger into her ring-like anus, causing her to let out a moan, surprised by the sudden jolt of pleasure and unable to hide her slutty impulses.

“You get it now, bitch?” He grunted, Lara’s fiery hot libido being frozen cold by the sad sight of her own face, the reality of her body finally kicking in Her flat, painted on face, her torso just barely in the right shape, her breasts two deflated balloons, her arms and legs two floppy tubes. Lara didn’t even have the dignity of being a high quality sex doll, but instead was a cheap and ugly one that only the loneliest and most desperate  And yet, even forced to face it, Lara desperately struggled for some way to avoid the truth.

“That can’t be me.” Lara mumbled. “It can’t be, this is some kind of trick, isn’t it? That idol actually just causes illusions or something, right? I’m just going crazy. After all, there’s no way this could be for real. I’m not a, a sex doll, I’m not that disgusting blow up doll, I’m not…”

Lara trailed off, unable to think of some quip or comeback, and after a few quiet moments, bitterly chuckled.

“I can see why you wanted that idol so much.” She said, figuratively slumping and giving in. There was nothing she could do now but be brought in, and hope to negotiate or somehow make a comeback. They’d probably want her as a test subject, at the very least. Perhaps she could convince them to use her as a testbed for changing a victim back? “Fine, do whatever you want. I’ve been wanting to have a chat with your employer anyway.”



“Who the fuck said anything about that? We don’t need you. You ain’t shit like this.” He grinned evilly, and Lara let out a confused squeak as her world went sideways, the thug taking both ends of her body and pressing them together, turning her from a vaguely humanoid shape into a crumpled heap in an instant, where only her head remained in one undistorted piece, making it clear what she was supposed to be. Her vision turned and contorted as she felt herself sail through the air, her arms and legs twisted and bent in every direction over her body. After a few seconds she landed squarely over the side of a nearby dumpster, the thug having missed the dumpster itself by a few inches. Unable to realise that it was her legs that were wrapped around her neck and giving her enough weight on one side to avoid falling in, Lara’s head dangled out, thankfully facing towards the street, but that was perhaps even crueller, as she could see him turn his back on her and go to pick up the idol, not once facing her way as he began to walk towards the end of the alley.

“W-wait, hey! Come back! Where do you think you’re going!?” Lara called. Her sarcastic, mocking tone she had used earlier was gone, having been built on the assumption that somehow she’d get out of this. That illusion had been bent and broken, and now there was nothing left to do but beg. “You, you can’t leave me like this! Please! Please come back!”



He ignored her, and her cries grew more desperate as she realised that with no ability to move, she might very well spend the rest of her potentially short life in a filthy dumpster, calling for help.



“Please! I’ll do anything! Help me! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I take it all back! I mean it! Please!” Lara begged frantically, her cries turning to wailing as he began to fade from sight. “I can give you money! Whatever they’re offering you, I’ll triple it! No, I’ll pay ten times, twenty times! Everything I own! Just come back! And if you help me change back, you can have my body, I’ll be yours for life, no matter what you want! I’ll do anything! Anything!”

Lara’s cries paused as he stopped, slowly turning around and heading back towards her.

“That’s right, I can offer so much more than whatever they’re giving you.” Lara said, laughing painfully and awkwardly. Whatever she promised now was irrelevant, whatever humiliation she put herself through, it was justified. She was helpless, scared, totally at his mercy. If she couldn’t win him over, then emptying her bank account and becoming his trophy wife would seem like heaven. “Just think, you’ll never make it anywhere working at the bottom of the food chain here, right? Whatever salary they’re offering you clearly isn’t enough to satisfy an ambitious guy like you, surely? Me, I’m rich, I’m famous. With my help, you could be on top of the world. We, we could even marry, transfer all of my assets to you. We could even say that you were the secret behind my success! What do you think? You want it, just name it, I’ll give it to you! Just don’t leave me here!”

Lara trailed off, realising that he still wasn’t helping her. What was she missing? What more could she possibly offer? Some two-bit thug couldn’t possibly turn down what she could give him! She was better than him! Bigger than him! Stronger than him! It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fair that she was like this, crying and begging for him to save her! So the very least he could do was just help her already! But instead, he merely smiled.

“A fuckdoll ain’t got nothing to offer me.” He said, casually tipping her over the edge and  the dumpster’s lid down on her. Her muffled cries went ignored or perhaps even unheard as he left her far behind to her unknown fate…