(Story contains topics of transformation with sexually explicit content, you have been warned.)
Tinder. It was one hell of an app. Thousands of girls all ready to hook up at just the swipe of a finger. Every type of girl under the sun could be your best match. And we do mean every, For every busty blond there is a quiet and shy brunet. For every party girl there is a studious one. And for all the millions of normal ones, there are a few that are just not there.
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Your eyes blink open slowly to a world of fuzzy shapes and odd lighting as your eyes struggle to focus.
Where?
The question bubbled in your head, soothed by a coolness that crept from your back into your spine. Mouth dry, the world coming into focus, pinching from your rear, the taste of wool from your mouth, bright light shining down, it was almost overloading your groggy brain. You reach for your face.
Clank
The sound of metal on metal greets you as you suddenly find your arm is under tension. Alarm bells ring in the background, your vision sharpens, heart thumps and a sickening fear slowly seeps into your gut. You buck, chains rattle, vision clears as the bite of the metal cuffs against your soft skin chases away the fogging. You glance at your left hand, it’s secured by a chain to a metal pole. Same with your right. Your legs are no better, leaving you spread eagle in a room that looks like someone's basement. A bike pump stands between your legs, it’s tube leading down to your butt. Maybe that explains the pinching from your nether.
A door opens behind you, silent on well oiled hinges. A beautiful woman walks in, decked out in full lingerie and almost pristine makeup. You immediately recognize her as your date from the night before. What had you been doing?... You couldn’t remember.
“Hi there cutie” the woman’s voice growled out, her large eyes observing you with vested intent. “How are you doing?” she asked with a terribly mocked innocence as she strutted slowly around you. Her heels clacked against the hard ground as she progressed, but no attempt was made to free you from your bindings. But who was she? You needed to know.
“Good… who are you?” the question jumped into your mouth before you could stop it. Maybe this was just some sex game that you had forgotten about.
“Aww, do you not remember?” she toyingly asked as she arrived at the bike pump. Her fingers lightly slid across the top in an almost playful manner “You can just call me Mistress.” Relief hit you. Your ‘mistress’ must have just tied you up for some sexy things that they wanted to do. The woman smiled sweetly, slowly drawing the pumps plunger up as she watched you. But when it reached its peak she wasted no time in driving it down, hard.
Pfffft
The plunger flew to down with aggressive speed, causing an uncomfortable pressure to build up in your gut. Gurgles echoed through you as the air seeped deeper, causing discomfort as it went. The feeling of things settling within you gave off a massive urge to poop. This was definitely not what you would call sexy.
“Uh, can we stop” you uncomfortably ask the woman. “I’m not really enjoying this.”
“No?” Mistress responded, immediately taking her hands off the pump. But she didn’t stop to take off the shackles. Instead, she circled around you to your head, kneeling down so that her soft thighs straddle your face. This was a turn on, and if you were lucky you would get to feel more.
KrrrKrrr Snap
The sound of snapping broke you out of your daze and you glance up, only to have a thick and sticky piece of tape plastered over your face. Panic hit, this wasn’t right!
“Shush you, you're ruining the moment” the woman almost whined as she gently stroked your face. You tried to struggle against your captor but her thighs and chains kept you securely in place.
“Mhhpf” was all you could get out.
“Don’t worry my toy, it will all be over soon” she calmly stated. Her hollow words did nothing to calm your worries. Satisfied with her response, your mistress got back up and strolled calmly back to the pump, her heels clicking all the way. The only thing you could do was trace her progress. The woman blew you a kiss before continuing from where you had so rudely interrupted.
Pfft Pfft Pfft
The pressure grew with every pump, causing more and more discomfort as your body struggled to accommodate the increasing pressure.
GRRGH your body announced its displeasure.
“Excuse you” the woman giggled in response, taking the noise as some sort of queue to double her speed. Quickly your queasiness grew with your belly, which was quickly growing taunt and ovular under the pressure. You defeatedly struggled, unable to give up completely as the pressure spread through your form. Slowly your chest puffed up, arms and legs thickened, and your face started to swell. The tape used to silence you now served to keep all the excess gas from escaping. Your struggles became feeble as your joins bloated, eventually locking in place.
But your mistress didn’t stop, now almost manically pumping away as your flesh took on a taunt sheen that reflected the ceiling light. Everything at this point was taunt and bloated, from finger to toe. Your body no longer responded to your commands, instead locked in place as if filled with concrete. It was only now that your mistress finally stopped. She kneeled down near your butt, ducking down out of view behind your massive bulge. You couldn’t see anything, but you soon felt her fingers begin to probe around your hold, her long nails sliding around until they finally wrapped around something.
Pop Hsssssss
The woman yanked hard as something plasticy was yanked from your butt hole. The hard, dry plastic pulled painfully on it’s way out, shortly followed by a big rush of air as all the built up pressure within you tried to escape. To you it felt like the biggest fart you had ever experienced, causing your whole body to shudder in response. But this was not to last, as suddenly another hard thing was shoved in as a replacement, blocking the hole once more.
“All done!” the woman commented aloud as she stood back up. You tried to respond, or something, only to find you were well and truly immobilized. “What, no response?” she tauntingly asked as she moved over to your left leg. Carefully, she released you from the shackle, leaving your leg alone as she went for another limb. Your excitement grew with every limb release, making you forget for a moment that you were still trapped for this woman’s amusement. As the last shackle was released you were finally free, but in the worst way possible.
“And that is the last of them” Mistress commented as she stood up, holding all of the old restraints in one hand. “I’ll be back. Be a good boy and don't move from this spot” she asked as she wandered out of sight. The tapping of her heels led off into the distance, soon to be followed by the sound of things being shifted around. But nothing you could hear proved to be at use to determine what your fate was to be and soon you could hear the clicking of the heels as your mistress returned.
“Baaack” the woman reappeared at the edge of your vision, with a long tubular device tucked under her arm and her hands encased in thick workman gloves. She wanders over to a nearby wall, bending down to plug a cord that attached to the device into the wall. “Flip the switch, turn this, Mhm… yes… Just give it a sec” your mistress mumbled to herself “and there. Ready!” With a sudden movement she brought the bar right over your right hip.
Fsssst
HOT! Burning! Pain! Ahh! The thoughts flashed through your mind as the rod, now searing hot, pressed firmly into your flesh. The woman was now smiling as she drove the rod deep into your belly. The heat flared quickly onto your rear. Only then did the woman relent, leaving a sore, throbbing burn in your now disfigured belly. But your mistress did pause, let alone stop, as she proceeded to place the rod against the joint of your other leg.
Hot! Burning! Pain. It was a repeat of before. Again it happened, but this time to your left arm. Then again to your right arm. Then at last to your neck. The searing heat left your flesh twitching from the intense pain.
“So you might be wondering what I am doing to you” your mistress monologued after she had taken off her gloves. “Well you see, I have a thing for my toys to be inflated” she continued as she proceeded to mount you. You noticed a dampness as the woman straddled your chest. “But you see, I’m not gentle enough with my toys. I like to see them pop!” she pulled out a pair of long, metallic scissors while fiddling with your right leg. “So I found a nice little way to play with my toys a bit more” the cold metal scissors traced straight across the burnt joint of your right leg, and suddenly your mistress was holding up that leg. It was odd seeing a piece of yourself in such a way while still being able to feel her fingers digging lightly into your flesh. She casually dropped the leg as she went to work on the other. The cold metal began to trace a similar trail across
BANG
A sudden sharp pain filled every inch of your leg before there was suddenly no sensation at all. Every sense and feeling from your left leg evaporated into shreds that now floated through the air.
“Oops” your mistress said aloud as rubbery flaps of you coated her face. “Well one loss is not too big of a deal, just have to be a bit more careful to not damage the best parts”
Best parts
The words felt foreign to you, as if you were a hunk of meat rather than a person. But this woman's cuts were accurate going forward, more like a surgeon than a butcher, as section after section was disconnected until finally your head rolled from your shoulders. She grasped your head gently from both sides and raised you slowly off the ground. Your world shifted, giving you an odd view of your prone body parts on the ground.
“Perfect. I am going to love this!” the woman commented before tucking your head under an arm while casually gathering up the rest of your parts and making her way to the stairs. She struggled with her load, forcing her to be less than gentle with you. Your head was crushed again and again as she stomped up the stairs. From the basement the two of you emerged into a dark house. Maybe it was night out?
But there was no time for thoughts as another flight of stairs came into sight. The trip this time was even more unpleasant than the last, with your mistress taking even less care with her rubbery load. At the top of the stairs was a sharp left into one of the rooms. You could immediately tell that you were in your mistresses room. Cut Christmas lights and fake leaves decorated the ceiling. The white walls were plastered with dozens of images and posters, making it impossible to make out an individual one. And, of course, the room was dominated by a king sized bed, sheeted in forestry colors and a crisp white fitted sheet. The bed itself was already prepped as the woman placed your head and torso and arms against the headboard, with special care for your head to make sure you could see what was about to hap[pen. But the same treatment was not done for your remaining leg.
Instead this part of your form was placed dead center in the middle of the bed. A bottle appeared in Mistresses hand as she squirted out a chilling, slimy fluid across it before tossing the bottle to the other end of the bed and quickly mounting her toy. Shakingly her hands gripped your knee, eyes wide as she bit her lip while placing her crotch down on your leg. She had barely even twitched before throwing her head back.
“Mhhhhm” she moaned aloud through a slightly opened mouth. “Yes! This is more like it” was all she said before she was off to the races. Back and forth she ground her crotch into your leg. “Yes, oh yes” the woman almost shouted aloud as she bounced back and forth. Her fingers started to dig into your flesh, nails biting painfully into your fragile skin. Mistress legs began to tighten and her breath started to come in gasps. She started to quiver, shake, breath in labored breaths as her moans pitched into an almost crescendo.
BANG
“AAAAAAH” your mistress screamed out as the pain of losing another limb hit you. She collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweating as little pieces of yourself stuck to her glistening skin. It took her a moment to come to her senses but the look she gave you sent chills down your spine. You knew deep down you were not getting out of this a predator eyes watched you, ready to pounce at any moment.
She snatched your torso like a toy and immediately mounted it without the slightest preparation. The woman ground her crotch hard into your chest, leaving wide wet marks and deforming your body as she went. She wrapped her body around your own, forcing herself onto you like one would to a large pillow. You could feel everything as tits and belly dragged across your rubbery frame, eliciting squeaking sounds from your hollow chest. But it wouldn’t last long. You knew it was coming as your masters moans pitched in tone. Then her nails began to dig in again.
BANG
The explosion of rubbery parts sent your mistress into another fit of quivering as another part of your form ceased to exist. Maybe that was it? It was a weak thought, but even you knew it wasn’t true. This lack of faith was proven true as the woman's hand shot out, without even looking, knocking your arms off the bed by accident. But she didn’t pause, instead going for the last of her toys. Mistress grabbed your face, staring into your eyes for a moment before bringing you down to her crotch. Her legs straddle your head as hands gently push your face deep into her already wet genitals. Slowly, almost teasingly, the woman caressed her junk with your face. Her moans were slow and deep, in sync with the slow pace she was working in. She would pause, resume, wait, over and over again as your mistress teases herself all over your face. Then it stopped. Seconds passed. Her legs quivered around you but still she waited. Eventually she squeezed hard onto your face, stretching you to near your limit, but still she waited.
“Bye, bye” she whispered as the muscles tensed in her legs crushing into your face as you felt your flesh begin to falter.
BANG