Stacy Brooks was a horny girl—a really, really horny girl. It wasn’t her choice; her libido was simply much higher than everyone else in her sorority house. Of course this was a problem for her: there weren’t enough guys on campus to fuck. Naturally, she’d turned to the internet for assistance for her more private needs, and a month ago she’d hit the jackpot.

There was a website that guaranteed its user’s lust would be sated, providing pornography that would completely revolutionize the way they saw the world. If anything, the disclaimer was an understatement.

Every time Stacy logged onto the website, she’d been greeted with a series of images that flashed too fast for her eye to comprehend, yet they were the most arousing things she’d ever seen in her life. It was so hot that she barely needed to touch herself to get going, and her climaxes were the most intense she’d ever had in her life.

Naturally she’d returned again and again to the site, loving how good it made her feel. But overuse is a surefire way to put oneself in a dangerous spot. It was a lesson that Stacy would learn the hundredth time she’d use the magical website, a lesson she would learn tonight.

Stacy grinned as she slipped into her room, unaware of the horrible consequences she’d be inviting tonight. The only thing that she could think about was how much she wanted her after-lunch cunt cuddle. She slipped herself out of her clothes and sat down at her desk, opening her favorites bar with a lusty grin

The girl clicked her way to the website, brushing some of her brown hair behind one ear as she looked at the images, her heart pounding as they began to circulate. But instead of the pleasurable images that she’d expected, this time the flashing pictures were…

She didn’t have a name for it. She only knew that one minute she’d started to look at the pictures, and the next it was fifteen minutes later and she had a splitting headache, like someone had been digging in her brain. “Ugh… Stacy feels funny…” She murmured, her hands rubbing at her eyes tiredly.

The brunette paused and tilted her head, wondering why she’d just referred to herself in the third person. “Stacy feels… Stacy…” Try as she might, she couldn’t manage to say the word ‘I’, and the collegiate girl began to realize that something was very, very wrong.

Of course, being a grad student, Stacy was intelligent enough to realize that the first logical thing to do would be to call for help. Unfortunately, when she pulled out her phone she couldn’t swipe it open. It was like her capacitive screen no longer read her fingers!

Stacy’s heart began to race as she looked to her door, hurriedly unlocking it and pulling it open. Her bare feet tingled as she walked on the shag carpet she used for her room, but Stacy paid them no heed, instead thinking only of finding someone to call for help.

But to her surprise, instead of leaving the room she found herself falling to its floor. Her legs had gone numb as though she’d lost all circulation to them, and Stacy whimpered as she wriggled on the ground, trying to get her legs to work.

The action only made her realize that she couldn’t feel her arms either, and she began to hyperventilate as she looked down to her shoulders. Her panic only increased as she saw her arms were beginning to fade away like something from Back to the Future; and judging from the feeling in her legs they weren’t too far behind. In just a matter of seconds she was left with smooth shoulders and hips, as though she’d never had limbs in the first place.

Now truly beginning to panic, Stacy began to wriggle her body against the carpet, trying to get to freedom and tell someone what was happening to her. As she did, the delicate strands of cotton brushed against her pussy, and she froze in place, quaking with pleasure.

It was one of the most intense feelings she’d ever had in her life, and Stacy knew that she couldn’t resist brushing her snatch over the shag again. She wiggled back only to get hit with a second wave of pleasure, her eyes rolling back as she shuddered.

Stacy opened her mouth to moan in pleasure, but instead a squeak exited past her lips. She blinked in confusion and tried to speak, only to sound off another squeak. Then she found that she couldn’t close her mouth, her lips to beginning to purse into a tight ‘O’ shape.

The brunette wanted to panic again, but she also wanted to pleasure herself. She settled for a happy medium between the two, whining for help with loud squeaks as she ground her carpet to the carpet. Again, the most intense bliss she’d ever felt shot through herself, somehow better this time because she was trying to pleasure herself

On second thought, to hell with what was happening to her, Stacy wanted to cum! She squeaked louder, grinding her pelvis to her rug, stimulating herself further. She loved this so so so much! She squeaked contentedly with pleasure, wondering how to stimulate herself further—then she caught sight of her computer.

She looked up to her monitor with wide eyes, finding that her screen was flicking through more images now, as though it had been waiting for her to succumb to her carnal desires. And these were the most intense series yet, a blitz of material that made Stacy feel like she was being roughly fucked.

It really let her feel it! She squeaked happily as she imagined that there was a large and fat cock pounding away at her insides, driving herself to more and more pleasure. She loved not having limbs like this; she loved being a… A… Love doll!

The thought just popped into her head, and with it her skin tingled and transformed to a rubbery latex, perfect for a slutty love doll like her. She gasped with pleasure, the sound another loud squeak that left her perfectly round mouth.

But she wanted more, she needed more! Stacy-doll squeaked again; then screamed out a loud squeak as her pussy plumped up, rounding just as her mouth had. It was so good; so perfect! She positively dripped with a thick dolly lubricant, shedding the rest of her humanity and fading into her new dolly life.

The love doll sat quietly, unmoving. She wondered how long she’d stay like this, until a man walked up to her room: one of her boyfriends in her past life. He looked down to see the latex lover who was shaped perfectly like his current one, smiling at the thought of her leaving this out for him to find.

“Kinky.” He said with a grin, picking her up and dropping her onto her bed. He unbuckled his pants and Stacy-doll found herself beginning to grow wet with anticipation, ready for the first day of the rest of her well-used and well-satisfied life.