Dietzel was a well-known professional thief. He worked contracts put up by people on the deep web, whether it was an envious man who wanted his rich neighbours taught a lesson or someone who wanted an item that would look much better on their own shelf, Dietzel pulled it off, the reason was irrelevant to him, rather the person with the highest bounty on offer would be his chosen client. He had excellent skills as a thief in general, training hard to build his body with chiselled muscle bulging through his clothes. His break-ins leaving no trace behind for the authorities or homeowners to track down partly because of his special, made-to-order techsuit; the ability to effectively mask his sound, fingerprints and body heat, a gift from his connections in the black market.

While Dietzel was a great thief with self-taught skills, he wasn't a great individual himself. Without the big-name identity he had as a thief? Dietzel was just your ordinary two-bit thug on the street; prone to anger, very overconfident and not so intelligent when it came to things outside of theft. He'd never contended with anything out of the ordinary in all his time as a career thief as well, all of this was a recipe for his undoing and unbeknownst to him? That time would soon come.

Scrolling through the usual list of bounties, Dietzel comes across an intriguing one. It was a challenge; a challenge to rob a house just a few blocks down from where he lived and make it out undetected. Basically what he'd done so many times before. While piqued at the unusual request, he had no intention of entertaining the joker, until he sees the bounty. Dietzel's eyes widen as he sees the endless zeroes, leading him to contact the man, dropping a message telling him that challenge was as good as done. In a smooth motion, Dietzel strapped on his trusty techsuit, and activated its cloaking mechanism as he vanishes out the front door and into the darkening night.

On the edge of town, a bungalow sits alone at the end of a driveway, the current target on the list of the most notorious thief in town. Dietzel whistles non-chalantly as he cracks open a window sill, lifting up the broken hinge as he climbs into the massive estate. He knew the suit would mask both his vocalizations and footsteps so he didn't mind going loud. Then again, he wasn't expecting the home to be this big but the contract did state that the objective was located in the master bedroom so Dietzel wasn't totally at a loss as to where he needed to go.

Looking around, Dietzel took in his surroundings as he admires the impressive tapestry and expensive jewelry on display. He had bigger plans in mind however, his plan was to just make a bee-line to the master bedroom and nab the sapphire necklace that the contract said would be on the drawer next to the bed. The money he'd make off this heist would be more than he ever earned and would probably be enough to set him for life, maybe even leave behind this whole business of sneaking out at night to steal! Ecstatic, Dietzel makes his way out the door and into the hallway, confident this would be just like any other job...until a dim flicker of light from the floor stuns him for a moment as a tingle crawls up around him and stops in his chest, techsuit feeling tighter all of a sudden.

"Was that some sort of trap?" Brushing a strand of hair aside, Diezel bends down to inspect the floor he'd stepped over earlier, finding nothing out of the ordinary as his now slim latex clad hands scour the carpet for signs of a trapdoor or pressure plate; nothing. Giggling, he smiles to himself. It was probably just a stray reflection off of his tight latex suit, the thing was pure rubber after all and very well polished despite being some cheap, store bought outfit. Diezel stands up to resume his walk down the hall. Unaware of the now very audible squeaking of rubber and feminine humming and whistles echoing down the corridor. In addition to that, most of his bulky frame had vaporised without his knowledge, leaving him looking like a tomboy. He still had a tiny bit of his manhood left, but the small, yet pert set of tits bouncing around under the suit left him undeniably more female than male.

Reaching the end, Diezel tests the door and clicks his tongue finding it locked tight. Fiddling in his back pocket, Diezel wonders for a moment why the suit was so tight as his hands grope at his enlarged ass looking for that lockpick, was he getting fat? With a mental note to get it looked at when this was over with, Diezel picks at the lock with focus...until a sudden shock blasts him away from the door as he falls to the floor with a yelp, his small figure crumpling to a heap as long red hair grows and falls over his face. Rubbing her sore head, Denize huffs in frustration "Wasn't this just some old estate? The heck is there an electronic lock out of nowhere? And that felt...sorta good." Not realizing what was left of her "stealthsuit" (if you could call BDSM-play latex bodysuits that) had been reduced to ordinary threads composing a one piece dress that hung just barely over her newly minted lips, her former manhood settling into place above the new twitching folds that led into her fresh womb, a cameltoe forming against tight purple lace panties as the transformation settles. Black latex stockings cling to her now shapely legs. What little muscle left adorning her frame now replaced by chubby layers of fat giving the chocolate tanned skin a nice soft look to it.

Denize brushes dust off her as she gets to her feet, wondering how she missed the door being an electronic one, the keypad clearly visible next to it. As her almond shaped eyes examine the door, she tests it again. Maybe that spark short circuited the door? *CREAK* Bingo! Cheerful at her successful entry. For an amateur thief, Denize had to count her lucky stars for making it this far without getting caught. Now all she had to do was snag that necklace, get out undetected, and she'd be one very rich, very happy girl.

 Denize waltzes her way into the spacious bedroom with multiple comfort facilities laid out everywhere. From an elevated platform with a pole in its center to the various coolers with beer bottles lying about. Whoever owned this place was a certified creep! As she enters the room, about to head for the drawer by the bed. Denize freezes as she notices the display case by the drawer lying empty as a voice rings out behind her near the window. "Here for the job interview now are we? It's way past your bedtime though, boy...didn't mummy and daddy tell you its dangerous to be wandering around outside this late into the night?"

Scoffing at the voice, Denize retorts in a flippant manner as she flips her head of pink hair to the side in anger "Job interview? Boy? You got balls for eyes dude? Do you not see my obvious feminine appeal? I had this dress custom made to show off my bod! I'm not that flat! GRRR YOU JUST COST ME MY MONEY DICKWEED!" Ranting and screaming at her failed contract terms, the man spins around in his chair as he pushes a spectacle lens down to get a better view of his would-be thief, frowning as he catches sight of the tanned lady throwing a fit in the center of the room "Hrm! I was told the thief was a large man with state-of-the-art tech...not some scantily dressed skank! My bad~"

"My bad? First, you call smexy ol' me a dude, then you call me a skank?!" Laughing, the man walks over slowly before he responds "Im terribly sorry, Oh dear you must not be well informed at all! Tell me 'girlie', did you happen to run into a few...setbacks on your way here? I hadn't thought you were still relatively yourself but things will soon change!" Thinking back to the electric shock and weird glimmering in the hallway, Denize responds to the quirky man with a little bit of uncertainty "Sure? You mean to tell me those were on purpose? And what'd you mean by 'things will change'? You some wizard or somethin?".

At her words, the man sneers as he gives his answer to the confused thief, snickering at her forgetting she was once quite a hunky man and not some scantily dressed girl with a curvy figure, not realizing that the one who setup the challenge online was none other than him. "In a way~ Say, i heard you going on about a contract earlier? Tell you what, how about i offer you a better one, hm?" Intrigued, Denize lets her guard down abit as she nods her head slowly "Wonderful! See that tall pole in the center of the room? It's not fully attached to the ceiling, but up there i've put a certain special something! Reach it, and its yours for the taking! That should cover the cost of your wasted trip to my humble abode...but be warned, each failed attempt will cost you...if you're not feeling up to it, well, the doors right there.".

Looking up, Denize catches sight of the sapphire necklace hanging up on the ceiling, sticky tape gluing it stuck. What thief would she be if she let this chance slide? Walking over to the pole, she glares at the eager looking creep eyeing her every move "This'll be a cinch! Just you wait, i'll be done in seconds!"

As Denize braces herself against the cold steel pole, she tries to climb it, getting a good distance off the ground before she loses her grip, sliding back down to the ground. As she hits the floor she feels a shiver of pleasure run up her spine as her plump ass vibrates from the fall, exposed skin sweating in the cold air. Unfazed, Denise tries again but the increased mass in her ass and chest cause her to struggle harder, the lack of grip sending her tumbling to the ground again but she manages to land on her heels, giving her audience an eyeful of her exposed crotch in her dazed stupor as more unseen changes assault her mind and body, her tan complexion giving way to creamy white, smooth skin as her hair loses its bright crimson coloring, reverting to a standard brown. The so-called custom made dress morphing itself into a reverse-bunnygirl suit, exposing her melons and toned stomach, completing the look alongside her fishnet stockings. She loses that tomboyish edge to her, face rounding out and feminizing further.

"You're like, doing something to me arent you? That's no fair! It's like, so hard~" Tutting at her words, the man defends himself "My, my, i've done nothing but kept my word! Don't you remember? Maybe this ought to sort things out abit?" As he reaches out a hand, Deena does nothing as he sticks a heart shaped pasty over her puckered lips, forcing a moan out of her as he traces a finger over the moist snatch beneath before flicking her erect clitoris as Deena giggles, a spurt of liquid staining her pasty as a lusty smile forms on her face, her pleasure addled mind too confused and altered to fight back anymore against the changes. She could barely even remember being anyone else besides the skank she now was, much less her protests at being called one just a few minutes ago. "See? Much better, now are we darling? Well, what are you waiting for? That necklace isn't going to grab itself!"

At her Master's encouragement, Deena spins around, her lithe body snaking up the pole with experience and knowledge only a seasoned stripper would have' using every ounce of her supple flesh to cling and raise herself up the metal rod. Confident smile on her face as she could see the necklace come within reach, just abit more and she could make Master happy! In her focus however, she fails to account for her dripping snatch, lubricating the pole with her own juices after soaking through her pasty. As she slips off the pole again, she falls back onto the platform, landing on her ass as she hears something else crash onto the floor. Opening her eyes, Deena catches sight of the shattered necklace on the ground, the Sapphire now sporting a large crack across its surface. Devastated, her limbs fall limp in defeat, tears forming as she weeps in sorrow...but not for her lost money, all material concerns like her cash and reputation as a thief long forgotten. Instead, concerns about her Master and whether she'd failed him took centerstage as her life of crime was replaced with that of a brothel whore who'd only known servitude since the day her Master had found her, a weeping child alone on the streets. That necklace had been a gift from him to her back when she was still in her thirties! And here it now lay, shattered and broken...she still remembered that photoshoot she had with Master when she first got to wear it on the beach! For just a moment however, Deena felt confused at her memory, wasn't she supposed to be a whole lot younger? But like her old memories, those too quickly faded away as her sadness took over.

"Uuuuughh, i failed~ I'm like, so getting punished for being such a bad girl..." As she cries, Deena's hair begins to grow long and unkempt, bleaching itself a silverly white as her body ages, fat and flesh pouring into her body as she begins to turn from a young girl into a mature woman. Pale skin turning a ghostly white as her hips widen further, showing a history of childbirth as her belly gains a small layer of fat. Her growing bosom billowing out beneath her arms as they swell up with milk, large areolae at their tips beginning to leak that sweet substance reserved for Master and her children. Her exposed vagina crowns itself in a bush of pubic hair as it ages, years of sex and giving birth being applied as her cries are interrupted by gasps and moans as she sticks her tongue out in arousal, tears still streaming down her face as her eyes roll back into her head as she begins to convulse, sprays of transparent fluid staining the carpet and forming pools around her wide spread legs. Deena now resembled a grown up version of the woman she saw in her memories, a MILF of a woman that still had a buxom bod with killer curves and tight snatch despite her age and sexual experience.

Satisfied, the man steps over to her and unzips his pants, an engorged member flopping out before he cups her chin in his hands, forcing her crimson eyes to look into his as he shows his true colors "Yes thats right little skank~ It's punishment time...you've been a VERY naughty girl now havent you? Breaking into my home? Attempting to steal from me? That's very bad, isn't it Doll?" At her Master's accusations, Doll looks up at him in wide eyed horror as she opens her mouth to protest her innocence...interrupted as the hand on her head forces her face onto his member, silencing her protests. Doll stops all resistance as the Master starts to face fuck her, thrusting in and out of her sloppy mouth. With each thrust, the fog of uncertainty and a different life vanishes, her memories start to become clear; Her purpose in life was to serve as nothing more than Master's pleasure doll and maid, hence her name; Doll. Short and simple. "No 'but's' Doll, a punishment is punishment, there is no squirming your way out of it~"

As chain piercings materialize in her fat pink nipples and an ornate tattoo spreads across her heaving bosom, Doll moans as she feels her Master's penis begin to push roughly against the moist walls of her throat before she lets out a muffled scream, the man groaning out loud as he unleashes a torrent of steaming batter deep within her trachea, forcing her into climax as she squirts yet another load across the floor. "You know what to do now don't you Doll?" Faintly nodding, she begins to swallow the load coating the walls of her mouth, the warmth of fresh cum sliding down into her belly putting her in a sortof trance as she giggles happily with a vapid look on her face. Once Doll finishes swallowing it all, he pulls out, leaving multiple strands of saliva dangling between his dick and her plump kissable lips as she gasps for air, long slender tongue dangling out like a thirsty dog.

Grinning as he stares at the dumb smile plastered across her cum soaked face, he gives Doll a comforting headpat as she moans happily in response, dulled eyes locked to his still erect member right in her blushing face. "Good girl! Punishment time's over but you still have cleanup duty to do alright? Now get to it Doll! If you're good for the rest of the week, maybe i can give you a reward!"

From that day on, all signs of Dietzel the Thief had vanished. Authorities and his previous customers just assumed he'd fled the country or gone low, leaving the life of crime he led behind. As newer, more experienced thieves stepped in to fill the gap Dietzel had left behind. Rumours would begin to surface though, that Dietzel had never left, instead meeting his end at his first and last failed heist near the imposing bungalow located near the edge of town.

Thieves who went in were never heard from again, and those who ventured near claim they saw a phantom of a woman wandering the gardens and halls, her massive bosom and enticing body gave off an eerie aura as her lifeless crimson eyes and pale white skin made her look like some vengeful spirit disguised a beautiful porcelain doll. At times however, they would see her silhouette against one of the many bedroom windows at night, bent over or kneeling, engaged in love making with an invisible figure. Her wispy voice calling out for "Master" without rest through their many lovemaking sessions. Soon, the robbery attempts would cease all together. But the sightings of the woman would not rest. Continuing on through the ages as long as the estate stood tall.

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