(This story contains themes of transformation, you have been warned)
Mia checked over the machine, checking ever inch of her creation. She didn’t need to, having checked it nearly a dozen times over in the past hour, but it did help to calm her nerves. The machine was tall, bigger and longer than a classical fridge. It was made of burnished steel, with three or four hatches scattered around it which hid the machines functionality. But Mia knew what it did. It was her attempt of doing it herself, of not needing others to indulge in her fantasies. It probably wasn’t a good idea, but Mia’s brain was past the point of recognizing the dangers of her creation.
Her eyes passed the timer on the machine, showing one minute in bright red. A screen across the room, much larger in size showed the same. A basketball hoop was positioned next to the screen, sending shudders down Mia’s spine from the last time she had used it. Which, coincidentally, coincided with the last time she had tested the machine. Her mind started to wander, remembering the feeling of being crushed into a ball and dribbled for a bit before being shot across the room and into the basketball hoop. That time she had positioned a laundry basket under the hoop, stopping her from rolling around her workshop recklessly. This time however she had slid a ramp under the hoop which would send any balls shot through the net back towards the massive machine.
To some an entire automated machine just to be treated like a living basketball would seem like a ridiculous idea, even if one were to get past the living basketball part of that statement. But for an inventor like Mia it seemed like the logical choice, at least for one who strayed from help so often as she had. Need a fix for a niche software, just code it yourself. Fridge doesn’t have an ice maker, just make one yourself. Have a weird kink that can only be scratched by having oneself crushed into a ball and played with? Well, you get the idea. Mia glanced at the clock once more, checking the time again before she started to strip. For the hundred time she realized her workshop didn’t have heat but she would have to just bear with her feet freezing against the concrete ground as she walked up to her machine.
She pressed a button, and the machine opened, revealing two sides of a metal cylinder. It looked tight, but she knew it was just big enough for her. She walked between the two structures as she stepped up onto a small dais covered in rubber, for her comfort, as the machine activated and hummed to like. Switches clicked on and off, tubes started to pressurize, and the machine began to close behind her. Mia started to shiver, not from the cold but for how excited she was. Her heart was beating a million miles an hour, her skin crawled, and it took a surprising amount of effort to stop her knees from buckling. The sides of the metal cylinders closed together gently, perfectly sized to lightly touch her arms, as a pale, thin light turned on from above. That had been a revision from her previous attempt, where Mia had discovered that being enclosed in a dark tube unable to move was a very claustrophobic experience.
The machine paused, waiting, ready to begin the routine it was programmed to do. All it would need was Mia’s input and it would begin, ignoring any additional input until the minute was over. She opened her mouth to speak the command, but for some unexpected reason her voice caught in her throat. She tried again, nothing. Her body was rebelling against the perverse act she was going to put herself through. Whether it was doubt or fear Mia didn’t know but her mind was too hyped up to care in that moment to think it through. Liking her lips for moisture she squeaked out the command, sealing her fate.
“Start”
The machine hummed to life around Mia, and she knew what was coming next. She looked up, towards the light. It was unsettling, definitely, but she knew if she didn’t take what was to come head on there was a chance she wouldn’t see the rest of the process. At the light she stared as the machine creaked in response to the building pressure. A click sounded from the ceiling, the light turning off. It was time.
Squelch
Mia heard it rather than felt it in that moment as the piston shot into her so fast that she could barely register the impact, as her body collapsed upon itself before the plate smashed her into the rubber mat below her feet. Her body didn’t know how to respond. She could feel her face mushed into a single two dimensional plane, her head resting on her back that was bordered by her now flat arms and boobs. Below that was her hips and belly, in some sort of homogeneous layer that seemed to have somehow gotten mixed in the moment. And finally her legs and her feet plastered against the rubber floor in a way that was giving her too much sensation for how small they normally were.
The plunger began to retract into the ceiling, leaving Mia still disoriented from the impact. She knew there probably had to be a better way to her goal but this had been the easiest to automate. Suddenly something from the darkness snaked into her mouth, and although Mia had been expecting the end of the automate air pump, it’s ice cold kiss still came as a shock to her. The metal nozzle twisted and dug into the place her mouth had once been, using eye that could see in the dark. Not that Mia could tell. All she could feel was the nozzles sinister screw like head that dug a groove into her mouth. A painful little pinch followed, a sign that the nozzle had locked into place.
PFWT
A sudden blast of aid rammed through the air hose and into the flattened girls mouth. Immediately Mia’s body responded to the blast of pressure, stretching and deforming to accommodate. Outwards she ballooned into the third dimensions, stretching out evenly in all directions till the blast of pressure suddenly cut out. With a second pinch of pain the air nozzle retreated back into the machine, leaving Mia helpless in the tube, rocking back slowly as her newly rounded form found balance.
It was bliss for the girl. This was the feeling she had been hunting. The feeling of helplessness, of being unable to move. Of being just a toy to be used. There weren't enough words to describe it. The way the metal tube pressed into her now smooth form, the constant pressure within her fighting to get out all mixed with the knowledge that her sole purpose now was to be used as a ball. She couldn’t wait for the next phase, and although she had programmed the machine to be quick about it time couldn’t pass fast enough.
“Phase one complete, beginning phase two” the machine called out in a prerecorded voice that sounded exactly like Mia’s. A metal hand reached down the tube, it’s fingers wrapping around and digging into Mia’s rubber body as they sought the grip needed to lift her up. They succeeded, and Mia suddenly felt herself weightless as she was lifted up through the top of the tube and out of the machine through a different hatch than she had entered in. There she hung, dangling from the hand as she suddenly found herself a few feet off the ground of the workshop floor she was so familiar with.
The hand didn’t move, but Mai wanted it to. She wanted to be thrown into the ground, to be bounced helplessly against it. The feeling of the concrete impacting with her body in a way that would destroy oneself normally but to be so unaffected. To feel the vibration of the impact. But still the hand held her. The first time had been faster, but for some reason her past self had decided to put in a random delay, like the Tower of Terror. That was definitely a feature that would be removed. She could see the clock on the wall. One minute still, which was odd. Mia could have sworn it would have taken longer for the first stage.
The hand released and threw Mia into the ground in one fellow swoop, causing her to forget about the stray thought. She felt as her taunt, rubbery skin smacked into the ground, vibration her entire existence and causing a hollow echo to reverberate through her into the rest of the room. She flew back into the awaiting hand, the room spinning slightly in the process before she was thrown back down. Again and again she was dribbled into the group, and every time her body obediently returned to the robotic hand. Every impact and bounce vibrated her core, stimulating her in a way that she never though possible. Mia hadn’t accounted for this, as every impact was beginning to edge her on. With every throw her need to be used differently grew, but the machine of metal knew nothing of her needs, leaving her unable to get the release she was desiring.
“Dribbling complete” her voice echoed out from the machine. She wanted to curse herself, but was too busy trying to squirm her complete immobile body to do so heartily. The hand retracted into the machine as it dragged the ball through it’s inner workings to the third and final part of the machine, the shooter. Mia could feel as the hand released her, as it dropped her down a tube and as she settled to the bottom she could feel the rubber wheels dig into her as the hatch door in front of her opened up. There was the basket hoop. It was shooting time. The wheels started to hum around her, a borrowed part from a robotic baseball pitcher, in an almost threatening way.
VHHHH
They were getting louder and louder in a way that was almost scare. Suddenly Mia was rolling towards them, and she regretted her design decisions
FPFT
Suddenly she was flying, soaring through the air to the basket hoop she was calibrated to sink into. Flying across the workshop towards a clock that read 57 seconds left. A chill ran through Mia as her body smacked into the backboard and sunk into the net. The string tickled at her skin but her mind was in a panic. Deep down Mia realized that she had made a grave error. The clock didn’t read minutes, but hours. And she had missed that little detail the first time since she had relied on the bucket to catch her. But now she collided with the ramp, her world started to spin as she rolled back towards the machine, towards the return chute that would send her back up. The door was open, awaiting her for another shot but to Mia it was so much worse. She hoped she had misaligned the return ramp, that her perfect mind had made a mistake. But she hadn't, and her balled body rolled perfectly through the open port which deposited her back into the launcher and sent her flying back through the room.
56
Another bounce, another shiver of pleasure. Mia didn’t know how to react. She was trapped, in a machine that would play with her for the next hour, and there was nothing she could do. Unable to escape nor seek release, Mia was forced to feel every second as her stimulate body soared again and again through the air. It became for the ball to focus, so distracted by the signals her body was producing that she almost didn’t realize that the shooting had stopped and that she was dangling in the air once again. The machine was looping, and there were still 52 minutes left.
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Over many loops Mia had lost count of how long it had been, nod did she really care. Her body craved for release, every touch in jostle causing her world to vibrate at the edges as her already saturated brain tried to keep up with her feelings. She could barely register reality nor see the clock. She wanted it to stop, but feared what not having any simulation would do for her. Was she being dribbled or shot, she didn’t know, nor was she in a state to tell. Whatever was happening she must have been transitioning between phases as she wasn’t receiving stimulation at that very moment.
Thump thump thump
Mia crashed into the ground much harder than she had previously, her vision exploding white after every impact as her body screamed out from the bounces. She was being turned and moved, but by what or how she didn’t know. It felt like she was being rolled, back and fourth. But try as she might Mia was unable to focus her eyes.
Vvvvvvt
A buzzing sound began, but Mia couldn’t place it. It was getting closer and closer until... It was an explosion of white as something began to vibrate her from her crotch, sending ripples of pleasure through her core. Her flattened genital responded immediately as tremors of pleasure suddenly rocked through the ball. Waves blasted through her, each driving her silly for seconds at a time. They built and grew, with every induced tremor taking longer and longer till suddenly, in only violent shudder, all of the tension Mia had built up over the last possible hour rocketed into the balls mind as the world suddenly went black.
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She came too, how shortly after she didn’t know. All Mia knew however was that she was no longer being played with by her invention, that was for sure. Though she wasn’t sure she liked what was happening as she found herself staring up at her roommate Aurora.
“Wakey wakey sleepy head” Aurora commented aloud. She must have noticed something different about Mia since the scientist could tell she was still a ball. “I hope you had fun there.” Mia blushed at the connotation, her eyes averting away. They soared over to her workshop where she spotted something new and different from her normal tools. It was a vibrator, and Mia realized what had happened. “Now Mia, we talked about this. If you need help with something like this you should have asked” the roommate scolded as she walked with Mia up to massive machine, “Instead of building something like this.” Mia felt shame and confusion at the same time. Yes Aurora had said something like that, but obviously she didn’t mean this. “So the next time you need someone to play with you I am always there for you. Understood?”
Mia couldn’t speak or move, so she blinked twice, hoping her roommate would understand. It was difficult to imagine, so soon after a release, but suddenly new idea’s started to pop inter her head. Of her body, flattened, and wrapped around Aurora’s body. Of her inflating her casually with an air pump. Maybe even Aurora inviting a few of her friends over and they all play with her. They were all so enticing. They were shameful thoughts, and Mia knew that, but her mind was still too engorged from her release to truly feel that.
“But first I have to punish you” Aurora added. Mia struggled to fully process the statement, her mind logical mind buried deep in her fantasies, as she was carried over to her own workbench. She barely registered the sounds Aurora was making as her mind dug up another idea, nor did she really care as something smelly and stinging was smeared over her body. “There, that should keep you in that shape” that snapped Mia out of her stupor. “I think I’m going to use you a bit longer like this. Hope you don’t mind” Aurora added as she took her new toy and left the room. Mia didn’t know what had been done to her, but she knew she wasn’t going to get a choice. All the ball could hope for was for her roommate to return her to normal soon. There was so much to do, and one required hands to do it.