The Button - Chapter 8 - "ToyMaker"
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Yana stared down at the phallic bit of rubber that Darryl had become - that he had turned himself into to abate her anger.  "Why?" she asked softly.  She could not deny the answer, though.  He had not done it out of fear of her - but despite it.

She crouched down to retrieve this kinky symbol of his love, cradling it softly in her hands.  "How can I stay angry at..."  Her voice dissolved into giggles - she had turned him over in her hands, and seen what he had done.  The head of the pink rubber dildo bore Darryl's face, wearing a hopeful if still faintly worried expression.

"No, love, I won't forget you.  How could I?  How can I even keep you like this?"  Her fingers fumbled for the magic button at his base, to pluck it away and so free him.  She hesitated a moment, recalling how he'd first come to this form at her hands, counterbalancing her time as an inflatable love-doll.  That memory triggered another, of how she had come to wear that form, jealous over his wandering eyes.

Her fist clenched in anger, stranglingly tight about Darryl's rubber neck.

Long minutes later, her vision cleared.  Gently she laid the dildo down in her panty drawer.  "I'm sorry," she whispered, and shut it tight.

* * *

In the morning, Yana found it easiest to just deny the whole thing, only opening her panty drawer for long enough to yank out a fresh pair.  Her hand brushed the dildo, and she recoiled as if she'd touched a snake.

Driving to work was something of a novelty - they only had the one old beater of a car, and Darryl's work wasn't near enough to a bus line for him to use it.  So for once Yana could avoid the usual involuntary people watching.  She was even in early, and easily found a parking spot.

That was hardly enough to lighten her mood, however.  Quite a few of the studio's denizens caught the sharp-tongued edge of Yana's temper.  While she tried not to let her boss see it, it wasn't long before the imposing woman approached her about the issue.

"Yana?"

"Yes, Ms. Kane?"

The middle-aged woman growled.  "Don't call me that.  It makes me feel old.  Just Kandy.  Or KK, like every other person in the studio.  I won't bite - unless you keep *doing* that."

Yana gulped softly, and nodded.  "OK, Ms... I mean KK."

"That's better.  Now - how'd it start?"

"How did what start?" Yana replied, puzzled.

"Your fight with that boy of yours."

"My fiancé.  Darryl."

"Is it the job?"  KK inquired, archly.

"What?  No!  I think he secretly loves the idea."

"That's a relief.  What was it, then?"

Yana knew that her boss would press until she gave in.  So she explained the scene at Romeo's in great detail.  The dinner, the distant look, Darryl walking into a post because he couldn't keep his eyes off "that hussy"...  "You should have seen him, he was so stammering and apologetic it would have been funny if I wasn't so mad!"

KK nodded knowingly.  "And then?"

Yana sat still for a moment.  How could she tell this woman - of all people - that she'd been turned into an inflatable doll... and loved it?  "We fought.  And made up.  And fought some more."

"That's it?"

Yana nodded.

"Made up the usual way?"

Yana's cheeks pinked a bit, but she nodded again.

"So why'd you start fighting again?"

"He... I mean... I... Uh..."

KK sighed, then changed the subject.  "Describe this 'hussy' of yours."

Yana described the other woman in detail.  She was puzzled as KK started to frown.  "What?" she asked, finally.

"I can't believe Bunny's back in town and didn't call me!" exclaimed the porn director.

"You know her?" Yana exclaimed.

KK grinned broadly.  "She worked here for years.  One of my first - and best - actresses.  Sounds like she kept her assets after she gave up the business."

"Assets..." Yana trailed off, confusedly.

"Oh come on - you didn't think they were *real*, did you?  K-cup bras are custom made for a reason."

"But they looked so..."

"Can you blame him for looking, then?"

"Yes!" Yana shouted.

"If even a disappointingly straight girl like you looked long enough to notice how good a job her doctor did, what hope does your average guy have of looking away?"  KK patiently asked.

Yana didn't answer, her cheeks reddening further.  KK looked her over critically.  "He likes boobs, huh.  Pity.  You ever consider..."  KK cupped her hands around her ample chest.  It was obvious why she'd done well enough in the business to start up her own studio.

"No!"  Yana denied, fervently.  Her blush deepened.

KK grinned.  "That sounds like a yes, to me."  She laughed, and patted Yana's cheek.  "You blush so prettily.  Don't worry - I won't tell."

"But I wouldn't!"

"Relax.  You don't have to - its obvious where his heart is, even if his eyes wander."

Yana sighed wistfully.  "I know, he loves me so much, he..."  She caught herself short.

KK's eyes sparked with curiosity.  "He what?"

Yana managed to find an even redder shade.

"That good, huh?  Wow.  What did he *do*?"

Yana shook her head mutely.

KK grinned ferally.  "I'll have to get you drunk one night to get *that* tale out of you.  Maybe after inventory..."

"Inventory?" squeaked Yana.

"Nobody told you?  Wednesday's year-end, we'll be spending the next two days going through all the stock.  It means a couple of late nights for the staff, I'm afraid."

"Are you *trying* to scare me off?" Yana grumbled.

"Trying to see if you can be, yeah.  I don't want to be stuck with temps forever."

"You mean..."

KK nodded, seriously.  "If you make it through inventory, consider yourself hired full-time."

* * *

Yana was so excited about the chance to land her first permanent job, she pulled Darryl out of the drawer and babbled at him excitedly for at least ten minutes.  Again she started to free him.  Again the memories flooded through her mind, and she blushed anew at thoughts KK had planted in her.  Again the anger clouded her eyes.

Yana sighed softly at her inanimate lover.  "I know it's crazy, and it's wrong, and unfair.  But I can't.  Not quite yet.  I'll make it up to you, though.  I promise."

Yana hoped that her use of Darryl that night would at least partially make good on her promise.  It certainly left her in a better mood.

She needed it.  Work was crazy the next day, as she counted stacks and stacks of old DVDs and cassettes.  Every time a "Bunny Boom-Boom" video came up, her anger would distract her, and make her lose count.  Eventually the saturation took its toll - seeing her nemesis in compromising pose after pose somehow turned her from a terror into a caricature.

Late that evening, KK found Yana giggling at the last Bunny Boom-Boom video - the last video, period.

"OK, when we get the giggles it's time to go home.  What's so funny, anyway?"

Yana held up the brightly coloured box.  "Her.  I can't take her seriously in that get-up."

KK feigned indignation.  "I'll have you know that 'Easter Bunny Boom Boom' was a big seller in its day."  She cracked up, too.  "Wow.  I'd forgotten that cover.  If you find her funny now, wait until tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow?  We've done the videos..."

"So that leaves the toys."

"Oh dear."

KK grinned wickedly, but would say no more.

* * *

By the time she got home, Yana was too tired to do anything but eat, shower, and crash into bed.

Darryl lay forgotten in his drawer until Yana grabbed fresh panties in the morning.  She kissed his head, and gently nestled him in the folds of the silky red teddy that he loved the best.


KK greeted Yana cheerily that morning.  "You finished *all* of the videos last night?"

Yana nodded.  "Yes."

"That's great!  Normally we'd still be doing them at lunch today.  On to the toys!"

KK led Yana to a store room she'd not been into before.  In it was shelf upon shelf of boxes - some large and lurid, others plain and hiding a cargo of smaller, equally lurid items.  She towed Yana to a back corner and put her hand on a stack of the larger boxes.  "Start here."

Yana looked at the boxes and started giggling.  "You made her into an inflatable doll?"

"Yup.  Our look-alike series is our biggest seller - though after she retired, these stopped moving as well.  I don't think we sold any Bunny Boom-Boom dolls last year."

"I wonder what that would be like, seeing yourself as a blow-up doll," Yana mused softly.

"If you stop turning down my offers to star, you'll find out."

Yana smirked.  "Not likely.  Still..."

KK grinned back.  "One day..."  She examined Yana's thoughtful look.  "Want to surprise your guy with one of these?"

Yana's grin grew wicked.

KK picked one off the shelf and placed it into Yana's surprise-numbed arms.  "Call it a bonus."

Yana did her best to focus on the inventory, but the doll sitting in her car was giving her all kinds of thoughts...  Still, she persevered, and helped get the job done by closing time.

KK took Yana to the studio, where they were wrapping up for the day.  "Everyone - inventory is done early, so your help won't be needed."  There was much rejoicing.

She continued, once the cheers died down.  "I would also like to introduce our newest full-time employee - Yana!"  Yana blushed.

"Yay!"

"Congratulations!"

"You go, Y!"  That was Heather.

KK clapped her hands to get eyes focused back on her.  "And now, we party!"


To KK's disappointment, Yana bowed out early.  "I need to get back to Darryl," was all she said.

KK's frown vanished.  "Make-up time?"

Yana blushed, and nodded.

"Think Darryl will enjoy playing with his doll?"

Yana looked like a deer in the headlights until she recalled the doll KK had gifted her with.  Then realization dawned and she returned KK's wicked grin with one of her own.  "We both will."

<< Let her wonder about that!  She'll never guess... >> thought Yana to herself.

On the drive home, Yana found herself missing Darryl more than she could have imagined a week prior.    She looked at the home-mixed tape hanging out of the slot in the car's ancient stereo.  While she'd never gotten used to the crashing guitars he liked, hearing them again would remind her of him.

  "Your love is like a tidal wave, spinning over my head..."
  
Yana nodded along with the song - that much was right, indeed.

  "...  You're the right kind of sinner, to release my inner fantasy ... "
  
Yana didn't, couldn't hear the rest.  She knew what she wanted, with a yearning that barely let her see to drive.

Later, Yana could never say how she made it home.  Forgetting the doll in the passenger footwell, she dashed inside and up the stairs to the bedroom.

Panic gripped her as she fumbled through her intimates drawer, and she almost cried out with relief when she finally scooped her dildo-Darryl out.  She did cry when, after removing the button, he stayed the same.  She cradled him to her chest and sobbed.

"Oh god.  It's been too long!  Darryl!  Please come back to me!"  After a few more heart-wrenching moments she felt him shift against her chest.

Her tears slowed as she watched him grow, fascinated by his gradual reshaping into a man.  Finally he lay on the bed, a full-sized Darryl doll in pink rubber.  Yana smiled as that image reminded her of her intentions.  Her ardor rising, she kissed him firmly on his rubber lips.

Darryl smiled as he kissed her back, restored once more.

After an endless moment of shared joy, Yana broke the kiss and just stared into his face through tear-licked eyes.

"I was so close..." whispered Darryl, his eyes far away.

"What?"

"I could feel the flow of the magic."

"What?"

"First I could only feel you.  Then you left, and I could feel the button, and eventually the magic itself."

"So?"

"So I... I think I held it, for a moment when you took the button."

"A moment?  You stayed a dildo for... for..."

Darryl frowned up at her, and raised a hand to wipe her tears away.  "How long?"

"Three days."

"Days?  But I only held on for a moment - until you called."

Yana sniffed, shook her head.  "No, total.  It was... the longest minute of my *life*!  Why didn't you change back?"

"I was just trying something.  I didn't know."  He was getting that distant look again.

"Darryl."

"Three days?  But it felt like..."

"Darryl!"

"I guess I let myself go..."

"Darryl!!"

"But... three days?"

"DARRYL!  SHUT UP AND KISS ME!" Yana yelled.

He snapped out of his reverie, saw Yana's lusty look, and pulled her back down to the bed for a lung-emptying kiss.  Before things could progress further, though, Yana pulled away.

Darryl's puzzled look only grew when she whispered, "My turn."

"Turn?"

"To be a toy."

"What?"

Yana took his hands and stared deeply into his eyes.  "I need you to make me a love doll again."

"Why?"

"Then you need to screw my brains out."

"But you..."

Yana was already stripping down.  "Get the button."

Darryl got up and complied, his face a comic mask of confusion.  

Yana flung her panties aside, and lay down on the bed.  Adopting the classic pose of a love doll, she commanded, "Now do it."

Darryl started, looked down at the button in his hand, then tentatively reached forward.

Yana trembled and just before the button touched her skin she cried out, "Safeword!"

Darryl yanked his hand back as if burned.  "But you said..."

Yana screamed wordlessly in frustration.  Darryl just stared, a worried look on his face.  Grimly, Yana retook control of herself.  "Again."

"But..."

"Again!  Faster this time!"

Darryl's hand darted forth, but Yana wasn't there.  She'd screamed and flung herself aside at the last moment.  As a result she ended up lying next to a blow-up version of herself, made from the duvet.  Darryl braced himself for another outburst, but none came.  Instead, Yana started giggling.

"Bwuh?"

"So that's what I'd look like as a doll."   She picked it up, touched its face.  "You do nice work."

"Um... thanks."

"But she's all wrong."

"Sorry?"

"Her boobs - you didn't inflate them."

Darryl cracked an uncertain smile.  "I was supposed to?"

"Yes!  And her mouth is closed."

"But you don't like..."

"Dolls don't get to choose.  I wanted to be helpless, to be used by you."

"Oh...  Oh!  The stockings, then?"

Yana pulled the button off of the doll in disgust, and flung both the duvet and the button at Darryl.  "I *hate* the stockings."

Daryl looked at her confusedly, "But you always..."

"They chafe, and they don't really hold me still."

Darryl dropped the duvet beside the bed, and looked down at the button in his hand.  "Maybe there's another way."

Yana followed his gaze.  "I... I can't let it touch me.  I wish I could, I really, really do.  But I just can't."

"I wasn't going to touch you."

"Good."

"Get on the bed."  Darryl's voice was commanding.  He'd only ever used it in this room, but he'd had plenty of practice here.

Yana jumped to comply, a happy grin breaking through.

"Spread-eagle."

Yana quickly splayed herself out, hope and curiosity warring in her features.  She watched the button like a hawk, but Darryl kept it far from her.  Instead, he touched it to the side of the bed.

Silken tentacles sprang from each corner of the bed, and coiled around where Yana's limbs had been.  Darryl stared down at the empty bed and its new restraints.  In his mind, the image of Yana sinking into the sheets replayed over and over.

First he swore at himself over forgetting the button's need for extra mass.  Then he cursed as he realized she'd be going mad...  He was apologizing over and over even before the button came free, but slowly ran down as he saw Yana's face-splitting grin.

"That felt amazing!" she crowed.

Darryl's last "sorry..." died on his gaping lips.

"Can you do that more slowly?"

"Can I... uh... yeah, I guess.  I can try..."  Darryl hesitated, button near the bed.  "You're OK with this?"

Yana gave him a baleful stare.  "Do it.  Just... do it."

Still he hesitated.

Yana sighed, and sat up.  "If it doesn't touch me, it's not... I can deny it's about to happen.  And... a bed is OK."

"So a doll isn't OK now?"

Yana glared at him.  "No.  Yes.  Damn it, I don't know!  All I know is that that thing," the noun dripped venom, "changes what it touches into clothes!"

Darryl opened his mouth to argue or question, but saw Yana's expression, and stopped.

Yana laid back on the bed, still glowering.  "Just do it.  Slowly."

Darryl touched the button to the side of the bed, his mind replaying her disappearance in slow motion - sans tentacles.  Yana purred with pleasure.  After a few moments she called out, "Stop!"

Darryl opened his eyes and grinned at the sight.  Yana was spread out before him, her arms and legs mostly merged into the sheets, looking as if she was being submerged in silk.  But the implications distracted him, and his control faltered.  The changed finished its course.  Again, the bed was empty.

Darryl took the time to brush his hands reverently over the magically transformed sheets that had swallowed his love.  They were exactly the same shade as her skin, and the new silken feel of them delighted him.  For a moment he wondered what it would be like to sleep on her.

The moment passed, and Darryl released Yana.  Lust shone in her eyes, and he despaired of getting this trick right.  "Again?" he asked.  "I almost had it."

Yana shook her head.  "I have a better idea.  Go out to the car and get the box from it."

Darryl was almost at the door before he remembered his pants, and that only because he'd need the keys.  He brought Bunny Boom-Boom's box back, bewildered and bemused.

"Blow her up."  Yana's voice would not be denied, not now.

When he was done, Darryl started. "It's her.  How did you..."

"Give her to me."

Yana held the dolls' back against her chest, matching its pose as best she could.

Darryl didn't need further prompting - with a touch of the button, two became one.  Yana's rubber face stared back at him from Bunny's body, mouth wide open.

Darryl found that his three days' rest gave him quite the reserves of endurance.

Once he'd worn himself out, Darryl dropped the dominating front he'd put up - it *had* been fun, but... well, he wasn't even sure he had an audience.  He'd tried to give Yana her own head like before, but it had come out all synthetic.

With the dregs of his energy, Darryl pulled the button away, watching Yana divide back into two again, doll and woman.  At first he was worried by the shuddering and shaking - had he driven her mad?  It didn't take him too long to recognize the true cause, especially when she started moaning.  Darryl watched her orgasm with detached wonder - he was usually too busy to notice the faces she made.

Once she wound down, she kicked the doll out of bed and rolled to face her lover.  "Why'd you stop?"

Darryl released a long-held breath, snorting with amusement.  Then he protested, "I'm only human!"

"Pity.  I could have gone all night!"

"Because you were a doll!"

"And it was fucking amazing!  I've never felt like that before.  Not even close.  What did you *do* to me?"

Darryl was momentarily taken aback by her language, then looked off into the distance.  "I just... wanted you to be more sensitive than the last time, so you could... you know..."  He started to blush.

Yana smiled, reaching up to touch his cheek.  "So I could get off?  Well it worked - and how!  God.  It felt so good."  She looked around then scooped the button up and offered it to Darryl.  "Think you can do it again?"

"Again?" gasped Darryl.  "I'm just so... oh, you mean the... um... sensitivity?"

Yana nodded eagerly.  "Please?" she begged.

"Honestly, love - I don't have the energy."

"Vibrator?"

"We're out of batteries.  Again."  Darryl tried to glare at Yana, but it was deflected by her grin.

Yana rolled over, leaned almost out of the bed, and fetched the Bunny doll.  Gathering it to her chest as before, she made her best puppy-dog eyes at Darryl.  He sighed.  "You know I can't resist those eyes.  OK.  But I'm just going to fold you up and put you away."

Yana shuddered, and Darryl grinned as he presumed his ploy had worked.  Until she sighed happily and said, "Do it."

"What?  Seriously?"

Yana dropped into her submissive voice, "Please sir.  I want to be your toy.  In all ways."

Darryl took on his role with a leer.  "All ways...  Always and forever?"  His voice turned sinister.

Yana gasped, and stared into his eyes for a long, quavery breath.  She exhaled heavily, and dropped her gaze.  "Yes," she whispered.

Darryl fought off his exhaustion to put on a good show.  He kneeled above his love and her doll, and brandished the button.  "You will no longer be Yana, for dolls have no names," he intoned.

"Yes..."  Softly.

"You will be an object.  A thing.  With no control, no voice."  The button advanced.

"Yes."  Louder now.

He leaned forward to whisper in her ear.  "No safeword."

Yana bit her lip, then nodded.

Darryl reared back to roar out, "Your sole purpose will be pleasure!"

"Oh God, yes!"  Yana shouted.

Darryl lowered his hand, the button a hair's breadth from the doll's 'skin'.  He dropped his voice to a murmur.  "You will be cherished for all of my days."

"Yes," Yana husked.  "I love you."

Darryl closed his eyes, focussing on the details of the merge.  He wanted her to experience the deflation, so the air had to be excluded.  Yana had to merge only with the vinyl.

A soft voice crept into his creative trance.  "Can I please have the same eyes as before, so..."

He cut her off with the button.  "Toys have no choices."  But of course he did.  How could he deny her anything?

Darryl softly, lovingly ran his hands over the doll before him.  He lingered here and there, in his favourite places.  She... *it* was perfect, seamless and so amazingly smooth.  He leaned in and rubbed his cheek against her, enjoying the texture... and nearly fell asleep.  Startling awake, Darryl moved on to his next task.

He pulled the doll's plug and watched her... it deflate.  He stroked the last of the air out of her limbs and then her body.  Reverently, he folded it into as compact a package as he could manage - but his modifications to skin and face had changed the doll, thickened it.  Even deflated, the doll weighted a few pounds, rather than ounces.  It was obvious that she... it, darn it!  That it would never fit in the its original box.  Instead, he cleared space in his bottom drawer, and gently laid the doll within it.  "Welcome to your new home," he whispered.  "You'll be here a while."

Darryl slept only fitfully that night, unused to the bed after almost a week in the panty drawer.  He wondered if he was doing the right thing - but she *had* asked.  Practically demanded...

* * *

In the morning, he brought her out again, inflated her, and made sure she was still fully functional.  He cleaned her gently, and left her lying on the bed while he took a long shower.  Finally, he could keep her in suspense no longer, and pulled the button.

Yana lay still, expressionless, only her eyes moving to watch Darryl as he deflated and stored the lifeless doll she'd been merged with all night.  Back in the drawer it went, with exactly the same ceremony Darryl had used the night before.  She sighed softly, and sat up.  "Thank you."  It wasn't much more than a whisper.

Darryl smiled when he heard that, and sat beside her on the bed.  Taking her hand, he replied, "You're welcome."  He examined her eyes for a sign, and nodded.  "Would you still rather be a doll?"

Yana shook her head.  "No.  It was exciting at first - you had me going there.  For a while I really believed I was going to be a doll forever."

"But?"

"Being stuck in a drawer is boring!"

Darryl grinned.  "Now you know how I felt."

Yana nodded.  "Outside was better - at least I could see."

"Wait... what?  You could see?"

Yana nodded.  "I guess the eyes were real enough.  Wait... you couldn't see?  You spent three days in sensory deprivation?"

Darryl shrugged.  "It didn't seem like that long - not once I let go and accepted my form.  And I had a good sense of touch.  I felt everything."  He grinned at her, then looked at the button.  "But if I could see, too... just imagine!"

"You'd like that?"  Yana looked surprised, then chuckled and nodded.  "Yeah, you would like that."  She looked over at him for confirmation, and got it in a way she hadn't expected.  Where Darryl had been lying in the bed was a familiar Darryl-headed dildo... except that this one had glassy eyes.  "Aww, honey, I don't have time for this.  Ack!  I *really* don't have time!"

Yana yanked the button free, and dashed for the shower without even waiting for Darryl to be restored.  She couldn't see him when she got out, and wondered briefly what he was this time... until she heard the clattering of breakfast being made, downstairs.

Yana rushed through her morning preparations, and was soon ready to go - except for one thing.  She paused at the doorway, and kept one hand out of the hug and kiss she got from Darryl.  "Mmmm.  I love you.  What are you going to do with yourself today?" she asked, with a sly grin.

Darryl shrugged.  "Just laze around, I guess.  I'm still on vacation until after the long weekend."

"Come to work with me."

Darryl perked up.  "But how?"

Yana grinned.  "Your call - my bra, or my pendant.  I'm not wearing either - yet."

Darryl's grin nearly split his face in half.  "Tough choice... with eyes?"

Yana nodded.

"Pendant, then."

* * *

Yana spent the day wandering about in a bit of a daze.  Between the promotion, the last night's activities, and the unfamiliar weight of a certain cat's head pendant riding high between her breasts, she was having a tough time focussing on her job.  Every time someone complimented her on her more daring than usual look or the pendant, she blushed.

Darryl got quite the eyeful from time to time, though Yana usually turned away before he could see too much.  Still, she did spend more time in the studios (though not during filming) that day than she had in the previous two weeks.

As a result, she was there for Heather's tirade about missing and badly made outfits.  KK wasn't happy either, and the two were making quite a scene.

"What am I supposed to do," yelled Heather.  "I can't just magically make clothes appear!"

Yana squeaked at that, and when both turned to face her she just squirmed in place.

KK was the first to break the tableaux.  "Shh, Heather - we're scaring the kids."

Yana really did try to laugh, but it came out as another squeak.

"Oh no, I think we have mice."  KK chuckled.

Heather was still facing Yana with a thoughtful gaze.  "You know, she's about the same size..."

"So?" asked KK.

"Yana, do you have any other dresses like that clubbing one?  That was so hot..."

Yana finally snapped out of her near-catatonic state.  "Uh... like the one you tore, you mean?"  Yana let perhaps more bitterness than she intended seep into the comment.

KK looked between the two women.  "Something I should know about?"  Her tone was frosty - despite the studio's nature, or perhaps because of it - harassment was taken *very* seriously.

It was Heather's turn to freeze.  KK saw this and turned to her newest employee.  "Yana?"

"I... nothing happened.  It was just a stupid accident.  There were so many guys after me Heather had to get... aggressive with some.  Stuff happened."

KK nodded briskly.  "OK then.  You two need to kiss and make up - you've been on edge with each other for too long."

Yana had already stepped up to Heather before she realized it was just an expression.  Heather scooped her up in a bear hug and gave her a pointedly chaste kiss on the cheek.  "Thanks," she murmured as KK looked on approvingly.

After KK left, HEather breathed a deep sigh of relief.  "I owe you one."

"Two, now.  Actually, three.  I think I can get you another dress."

"Awesome!  Can I dare to hope..."

"Yes?"

"That it's red?"

Yana grinned.  "That's only Darryl's favourite colour..."

"You're a life-saver!  I can fake the others, but I need at least one really hot dress for tomorrow's shoot."  She scooped Yana into her arms, and spun her about.  The kiss this time was decidedly less chaste.  Heather set Yana down quite abruptly when she realized what she'd done.  "I'm so sorry."

Yana started giggling.

"Okay... that's not either of the usual reactions."

Yana shook her head.  "I'm just imagining what Darryl must... I mean will think about that."

Heather chuckled softly.  "Does he have to know?"

Yana grinned broadly, her hand sneaking up to the pendant and stroking it.  "Oh, he'll know."

* * *

When they got home and Darryl had been restored, his first question was, "Who was that?"  He was grinning.

"Got quite the eyeful of Heather, did you?"  Yana's tone was severe, but there was a twinkle in her eye.

Darryl's smile vanished.  "But..."

Yana grabbed him and kissed him passionately.  Once they came up for air, she told him firmly, "After last week, I know you're mine."

Darryl hugged her tight as he declared, "And after last night, I know you're mine.  Doll."

Yana practically dragged him upstairs, shedding clothes as she went.  They didn't make it to the bed.


Much later, while snuggled together under the covers, Yana explained the need for a sexy button-dress.  And her hunch that to really do it right...

"You want me to be the dress.  In a porno film."  Darryl had a hard time believing his ears.

"It's just for the setup.  All the sex stuff is already done."

"Wow.  Are you sure about this?  I mean, I'm pretty sure you're not the one that'll be wearing me, and..."

Yana arched an eyebrow.  "You think I couldn't?"

Darryl chuckled.  "You're a submissive... or something stranger, with your doll fetish.  But you're not *that* much of an exhibitionist."

Yana tried to keep her look serious.  "Maybe I should, just to prove you wrong."

Darryl shook his head.  "I don't think..."

Yana interrupted with her dangerous tone, "Do you have a problem with that?"

Darryl gulped softly, then found his voice.  "Yes.  Damn it, yes, I would."

"Really."

Darryl sighed.  "Yana, please don't do this."

Yana's tension drained, and she hugged him tight.  "Oh thank god.  If you'd ordered me not to, I think I would have had to do it just out of spite."

Darryl asked, confusedly, "And that's... bad?"

"You were right," Yana sighed.  "I may be many things, but having sex in front of a camera...  Well, a camera that will show my... intimate parts to anyone who will pay the price?  No.  I guess I'll remain a disappointment to KK."

Darryl chuckled, and snuggled a bit closer to her.  "You're not a disappointment to me."

Yana purred happily, and they both drifted towards sleep.

* * *

In the morning, Darryl went out of his way to be extra nice to Yana, even bringing her breakfast in bed.  When she stepped out of the shower to find him waiting there for her with a towel she sighed a bit.

"What?"

"You're being awfully nice all of a sudden."

Darryl just stood there blinking for a few seconds.

"It makes it seem like you want something," Yana explained.

"I..."

"Forgiveness in advance, perhaps?"

Darryl looked down, blushing a bit.  "I mean, I will be... touching... another woman.  Are you OK with that?"

Yana sighed again, and started toweling herself off.  "God, Darryl.  I was so horrible to you earlier, it's the least I can do to make up for that.  And it's not like you'll be able to *grope* her or anything."  She paused for a moment, and looked at him over her shoulder.  "Are you OK with it?"

"As long as you are.  I don't want you jealous..."

Yana laughed.  "Of you as a dress touching... no.  Should I be?"

Darryl managed a bit of a smile.  "Only one way to find out."  He waggled his eyebrows.

Yana's look frosted over very quickly.  "No.  A thousand times no.  Don't joke about it.  Don't even *think* about it."

Darryl held his hands up defensively, and backed out of the bathroom without saying another word.


A few minutes later, he was standing beside Yana, button in hand.  Her look was still a bit cloudy.  "So... the same dress as before, but red?"

Yana nodded.  "Yeah, she's pretty close to my size."

"And this stuff is pretty stretchy.  So.  Well."

"Stop stalling!"

"I'm... I'm just..."  Darryl stared at the button in his hand.

"Oh, for pity's sake, give it to me."

Darryl carefully dropped the button into Yana's hand, so there was no danger of him accidentally changing her.

"OK.  Same as before, red, and... only a sense of touch on the outside."

Darryl looked up, his surprised and slightly betrayed-looking eyes meeting Yana's just as the button touched his skin.  She grinned as his face melted away into the collar of the dress, still wearing that expression.  "Surprise, dear.  This way, I won't have anything to be jealous about."

* * *

Heather squealed with delight when Yana showed her the shiny, slinky red dress.  "Oh, it's perfect!  It just oozes sex."  She held it up by the straps, turned it this way and that.  "It feels so amazing.  What *is* this stuff?"

Yana shook her head.  "I haven't a clue.  It's like they've woven sexiness into fabric."

Heather gave it a few experimental tugs to test the stretchiness, then looked closely at the material.  "It's not woven.  Some kind of new latex, I'd guess.  It feels so amazing.  It's giving me tingles just touching it."

Yana tried to hide her flush as she watched Heather stroke her fingers across the fabric of her fiancé.  Heather saw it, of course.  "I see it affects you, too."

Yana gulped a bit, and nodded.  "Uh, yeah.  There's something about it..."

"I know!  It's almost as if it was alive."

Yana gleeped softly, earning her an odd look from Heather.  Heather shrugged, and then started out of the room.  "I should get this to Tawny, we're supposed to start shooting in 20."

Yana watched Heather go with growing concern.  "Uh... don't let anyone else see it until then."

Heather tucked the dress back in its bag.  "Good point.  Wouldn't want to ruin the surprise."


Yana was a nervous wreck for the next half hour, pacing about in the studio.  She got glared at a few times, but ignored it.

Finally, everything was in place for Tawny's big entrance.  Lights were glaring, cameras were rolling, and a big beefy guy whose name Yana hadn't paid attention to was lounging on a slightly scruffy looking couch.

The doorbell rang, and he lurched to his feet and then prowled to the flimsy prop door.  "That must be the pizza."

As he swung the door open, everyone in the studio got a look at Tawny.  The dress revealed every curve, and seemed to almost glow under the lights.  Yana licked her lips, and reached out toward her.  She knew the dress was sexy but this... this was something else.  She'd *never* looked at a woman this way before, or felt this kind of attraction.  Was this what Heather had felt when Yana had been the one wearing Darryl?  If so, she probably owed her an apology.

Yana was distracted from these thoughts by the low growl building around her.  Everyone else in the studio was staring at Tawny, too, and many were moving slowly onto the set, despite the fact that nobody else was supposed to be there for at least another dozen lines - which didn't seem to be forthcoming.  

Tawny looked out at the sea of eyes, feeling the lust.  She licked her lips, and grinned.

* * *

Yana slammed the door behind her, home again at last.  A tattered red rag was clutched to her chest.   "Oh, Darryl, please be alright."

As the button came free Darryl slumped to the floor, and Yana let out a huge sigh of relief to see him whole again.  Yana crouched beside his inert form, rocking him gently to bring him back to awareness.  "Oh God, Darryl.  I'm so *sorry*!  I just wanted to make up for what I put you through as a... toy, and I just made it worse!" she wailed.

Her sobs became a squeak of surprise and alarm as Darryl grabbed her in a bear hug.  The resounding kiss he delivered on her lips made it very clear no apology was necessary.


They were still tangled together right inside the front door when Heather knocked.  "Yana?  Are you in there?"  Pushing the unlocked door open, Heather got quite the eyefull before tactfully turning her back.  "Uh... sorry.  But you guys should probably get dressed and get going."

Yana quickly scrambled to her feet and pulled her dress back down into place.  Darryl, naked, dove for the hall closet.

Yana tried to sound casual as she panted, "Get going?"

"You said you were going camping this weekend," Heather clarified.

"Just to get out of there.  God, what a fiasco!"

"Fiasco?  Honey, KK was ecstatic - she's already planning a video around the footage of the orgy."

"There wasn't supposed to *BE* an orgy!" Yana screamed.

"Orgy?" asked Darryl as he emerged from the closet, a long coat providing at least some decency, if not any dignity.

"The one that destroyed the dress."  Yana's voice was chilly.

"The dress..."  Darryl repeated, then it dawned on him. "Oh!"

Heather shook her head.  "Never seen anything so crazy - everyone there just went mad as soon as Tawny opened the door.  The only reason the cameramen didn't join in was KK's look."

"Look?" asked Darryl.

"The 'screw this up and I will rip your entrails out and feed them to my cat' look," explained Heather.  "She knows great film."

"Porn," interrupted Yana.

"Whatever.  If they'd lost those shots, I think she just might have done it, too.  She's already torn up the release schedule for the next month - it's our top project until it's done."

Yana's look had gone from anger to puzzlement.  "I... didn't screw it up?"

Heather shook her head so hard her hair flew every which way.  "Not at all!  She was after you for more of those dresses... you thought she was mad?"

"She *was* mad," Yana cried.  "The look in her eyes, you saw it!"

Heather waved it off. "She gets that way when she's got her claws sunk into something.  She's just not going to take a 'no' for an answer, though.  *Can* you get more of those dresses?"

Yana looked shocked.  "I... but..."  She looked helplessly at Darryl, and Heather turned on him.

"Oh, so you're the source.  Please?  You have no idea what KK would do for them."

Darryl blinked owlishly for a bit.  "Um... maybe we could do..."

Yana interrupted with a shout.  "No!  No we can't.  Not going to happen."

Heather's eager look collapsed.  "But you could... why not?"

Yana sighed dramatically.  "It's... complicated."

"OK.  So... what are you going to tell KK when she gets here?"

"Here?" squeaked Yana.

"Here.  It won't take her too long to think of the payroll records."

"Oh no!  No no no no!  I can't face her!"

Heather nodded.  "I see.  Look, I owe you and I'll cover for you, but you have to make yourself scarce.  Go away for the weekend - that camping trip you said you were on, whatever.  Just go - now!"

So they tossed a few things in the car, and scooted... passing KK's hot pink car on the way out of their neighbourhood.

"Whew.  That was close.  Um... now what?"

Darryl squirmed in his seat, uncomfortable in just his coat.  "Aunt Bea's.  I think she has some camping stuff and maybe some clothes we can borrow.  This will be fun!"