Trust Machines - Big Red
Rhonda - known as 'Big Red' to all her friends - marched into the mall on a mission.  Her stature, fiery red locks, and commanding presence made her the center of attention, as always.

"Alright you guys," she boomed out.  "I'm off to the beach today, and I need a new swimsuit. Who here thinks they can handle Big Red?"

There had been a gaggle of haggling girls and guys gathered not far from the Venn Machine, dickering over who would be willing to do what in exchange for transformation.  That broke up, and got Rhonda a number of poisonous looks from the abandoned girls.  She didn't care.

The guys gathered around her, each trying to make the case for why they should be her swimsuit.  Rhonda grinned, and pretended to weigh each candidate carefully.  She was about to pick one out at random, as usual, when a deep voice cut through the babble.

"You're going to pick me."

Rhonda looked at the newcomer.  He stood a few inches taller than she did, and thus head and shoulders above the scrum around her.  His gaze met hers, and didn't waver in the slightest.  She waded through the boys around her, and walked up to the man.  "So I am.  Ready to spend the day as a swimsuit on this body?"

"I'm looking forward to getting to know you better."

Rhonda chuckled.  "You'll get to know me intimately."

"That's the idea."

At the Venn Machine, he paid, and let her set the duration to her usual eight hours.  He gave her a challenging look, but didn't say anything.

"You want more?" Rhonda asked, surprised.

He just smiled.  Rhonda added another eight hours, then walked into one side of the booth.  It didn't take long to pick out one of her favourite swimsuit designs.  Her new friend just stood in his side, watching her.  He didn't make the slightest gesture to change anything about her at all.

"Ready?" she asked, slightly unnerved by his silence.

"Yes."  The certainty in his voice made Rhonda smile, and she touched the glowing green circle that triggered her selected transformation.

Of course, as her new swimsuit he was unable to touch the interface panel between them.  Rhonda had to wait an impatient minute before she could leave the Machine.

Once the doors disappeared, Rhonda darted around to the other side to pick up her treasure.  A swimsuit that fit!  She didn't even need to check the size.  She'd done this often enough to know that the Machines' products fit perfectly.  You could even wear ill-fitting clothes in, not get transformed at all, and come out looking like your wardrobe had been expertly tailored.

Rhonda tucked her new swimsuit into her beach bag, beside the big fluffy towel.  Then she grinned.  "No, you're special.  I'm not going to make you wait."

She ducked into the women's washroom, and appropriated the largest stall.  A few minutes later, her flame patterned red and black one-piece was snug against her every curve and muscle.  She posed in the washroom's mirror, grinning.  "You're going to knock them dead at the beach."

Rhonda covered up with her shirt and shorts, then headed out.  It was a half-hour drive from the only mall with a Venn Machine to the best local beach, and she didn't want to waste any more of this gorgeous summer day.

At the beach, Rhonda and her swimsuit attracted exactly the sort of attention she expected.  Guys ogled her.  The girls with them glared at her.  She smiled.  None of them approached her to talk, but that was normal.  Envy was better than what she got most of the time.  

Rhonda walked to a slightly quieter part of the beach, laid out her towel, and got out her book.  From time to time, one of the unattached guys would get brave enough to come over and try to hit on her.  Usually, she'd sit up and talk to them, so as not to scare them off with her height.  The guys willing to date someone significantly taller than themselves were very rare.

Today, however, she compared each one to the guy she was wearing.  None measured up, and each time she stood up to her full 6'4" that became even more clear.  They would stammer, and back off.  Usually that made her cringe inside.  Today, that just made the memory of her swimsuit's certain gaze more appealing.

Rhonda's favourite beach routine was walking up to the hot-dog stand and ordering three with everything.  The looks she'd get...  This time, they made her grin even wider, and she made a show of eating one of the hotdogs in a single bite.  Of course, that sent the odds of anyone else talking to her pretty much to zero.  Today, that felt right.  She got a lot of reading done.

Rhonda's routine finished up at the mall a little under eight hours after her morning visit.  She was sitting in the food court, sipping a soda, with her day's swimsuit draped over the chair across from her.  She loved seeing the looks on their faces when they changed back.

Rhonda spent some time imagining what this swimsuit's reaction would be.  He'd seemed so confident.  Would he still be so after eight hours subject to the power of her body, moving only when she did?  Most of her willing victims found that too imposing, and she'd heard that quite a few had stopped volunteering afterward.  There was always someone new to take their place, though.

After a while, Rhonda wondered if she'd misread the time.  She checked her phone, then double-checked against the clock in the mall.  No, it had been eight and a half hours, now.  Why hadn't he...  Right.  He'd goaded her into a longer duration.

Rhonda picked up her swimsuit.  "Well.  I guess I have you for another eight hours.  I can't leave you just lying around, that's hardly fair or kind."  She snorted.  Most of the other girls that played this game didn't care.  They'd just dump the guys wherever when they were done.  Some didn't even wear them at all, and would toss them in the Goodwill box.

Rhonda went into the same mall washroom to change for the third time that day.  She didn't bother with a stall, impatient as she was to put her swimsuit back on.  Of course, three girls walked in just as she'd gotten the suit halfway on.  They glared at her.  Rhonda gave them a lazy smile, and finished what she was doing.  Having this swimsuit on made her feel far more confident, and their muttered comments didn't hurt like usual.

Rhonda finished dressing, gave the girls a jaunty smile and wave, and headed home.

Rhonda kept her new swimsuit on all evening.  He was just so comfortable.  She talked to him a bit, about how she doesn't usually do this.  She told him about the food she was making as she cooked her dinner, because she'd heard that clothing couldn't really smell very well, just hear and touch.

Later, after curling up with her book for a few more hours, Rhonda got ready for bed.  She stared at herself in the mirror, herself and her suit.  She started to take the suit off, stopped, and grinned a delicious, wicked grin.  "No, I'm going to keep you on.  I've never done this before either..."

Somewhere about two in the morning, Rhonda woke to the shifting of her mattress.  She touched her hand to her chest, and the swimsuit wasn't there.  Looking to the side, she saw the man from the mall.  In the dim light from her alarm clock she could only just make out his face.  His eyes gleamed as they watched her.

Rhonda calmly turned on her bedside lamp so that she could see better.  "Hello."

He smiled, and continued to watch her.  Rhonda noticed that he was fully dressed, as he had been when he entered the Venn Machine.  She returned his evaluating gaze.  While she couldn't see much of his body, she could tell he was in pretty good shape.  His face looked surprisingly average, one that she could have passed a dozen times in the street and never noticed.  There were tiny wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, suggesting he was older than her - thirties, to her twenties, though hard to pin down past that.  What was appealing was his expression, especially when he smiled.

"Are you going to lie there and look at me all night?"

He smiled a bit wider.  "Would that be so bad?"  His voice rumbled with amusement.

Rhonda laughed.  "I can't imagine why you'd want to."

He didn't answer, and continued to consume her with his eyes.

Rhonda closed her eyes, and could still feel his regard.  "You can't sleep like that.  I can't sleep, knowing you're uncomfortable."

"All right."

Rhonda felt his weight leave the bed, and sighed softly.

"Do you have a couch?"

"No!  I mean, yes, but..."  Rhonda sat up in bed, clutching the sheet against her chest so it didn't fall too far past her breasts.  She looked over at him, and he was already stripped to his shorts.  She couldn't help but admire his body - he obviously took the time to keep in shape.  He wasn't rippling with muscle like on the covers of her favourite novels, but there was strength there.  It felt more real, more natural.  She liked it.

He watched her with a grin playing at his lips.  "But?"

"Stay with me.  Here."

He crooked an eyebrow, then gave her one of those dazzling smiles.  "In bed with you?"

"Yes.  Promise to behave."

He sat on the bed, opposite to her.  "I don't make promises I can't keep."

"Oh."  Rhonda smiled back anyway.

He reached out, brushed a lock of fiery curls away from her cheek, tucking it behind her ear.  His fingers trailed down her neck, her shoulder, her side.  Rhonda shuddered, and let the sheet fall.

"Magnificent."

"Me?" Rhonda squeaked.

He chuckled softly, and cupped her chin in his hands.  "Yes.  You."  His hands traced down and down again, then crossed under her breasts.  When his hands brushed over her breasts, Rhonda's nipples hardened.  She gasped, and tried to form an objection.  It just felt so...

"You... I..."

"I've been holding you there all day."

"I..."

He let go of her chest, but scooted over closer to her.  He wrapped her in his arms, her back to his chest.  "Or is this better."

"Yes."  Rhonda relaxed into his embrace.  She felt cocooned in his strength.

His hands drifted up, not teasing this time, just warm cups over her breasts.  Her nipples pressed into his palms, and she moaned softly.  He did nothing else, just sat there, holding her, holding her breasts.  She relaxed again, but the arousal didn't abate.  It got worse.

He wasn't even doing anything, just sitting perfectly still, holding her.  But his every breath made her more and more aware of the heat of his body, of her body.  She had no ideas her nipples could get that hard, they felt like pebbles against his smooth palms.  His breath permeated her hair, warmed her neck.  Her toes curled, and her legs squirmed against the sheets.  God, could he smell her arousal?  She knew she could...  And was that her moaning?

"You know what you want."  It wasn't a whisper, more of a rumble in her ear.  "All you have to do is ask."

"I... I can't."

He nuzzled through her hair and kissed the nape of her neck.  The touch of his lips made her breath catch in her throat.

And then he let go, and pulled away from her.  He watched her with his enigmatic gaze.

Rhonda reached for him, but stopped herself just short.  "I'm not that kind of girl."

"I know," he said respectfully.

Rhonda flopped back on the bed and stared at the ceiling in frustration.  She was desperate for relief, but what could she do lying next to a virtual stranger?  She looked longingly at the drawer her toys lived in, reached out, then pulled her hand back with a sigh.

He chuckled.  "Go ahead, use it.  I'm not threatened by a bit of plastic."

"I don't even know your name!" blurted Rhonda in frustration.

He winked at her, then rolled over and went to sleep.

In the morning, Rhonda got up as quietly as she could so as not to disturb her guest.  She slipped on a robe, and started hunting through her fridge for breakfast supplies.  She wanted omelet fixings, but the cheese had gone mouldy, and her vegetable drawer was down to a couple of limp carrots.  At least she still had the beef sausages she'd forgotten to use for dinner.  Soon there were eggs and sausages sizzling in a pan, and the smell of fresh coffee wafting toward the bedroom.

Her guest appeared at the bedroom door as if summoned.  He wore his rumpled shirt with a confidence that made it look charming.  He watched her scoop the eggs and sausages onto two plates, and carry them to the table.

"Captivating."

Rhonda blushed.  "Hardly."

He just smiled, and set to the offered breakfast.  When he was done, he nodded.  "Very nice.  You've done this before."

"I haven't fed a stranger who slept the night, before."

"I'm shocked."

Rhonda stared at him open-mouthed, then joined in his gentle laughter.

After they were dressed, Rhonda offered to take him back to the mall.  "I assume your car is there."

"That would be lovely."

They parted at the mall entrance, after an all too brief kiss.  "Will I... Will I see you again?" Rhonda asked, uncertainly.

He just smiled, and walked off.

Rhonda sat in the food court for half an hour, crying.  She didn't even know his name!  How could she find him again?

She decided that there was only one way to cheer herself up.  She went back to her car, got her beach bag, and headed toward the Venn Machines.

"Alright you guys," she boomed out.  "I'm off to the beach today, and I need a new swimsuit. Who here thinks they can handle Big Red?"

The usual scrum formed.  Rhonda looked at them all, and tried not to think of the one she wanted to wear.

"You'll take me."

Rhonda spun, and scattered supplicants in her wake as she waded to him.  "You're back!"

"I never left."

Sunday was a nearly identical repeat of Saturday.  This time Rhonda barely noted the guys at the beach.  None of them measured up to … she still didn't know his name.  Just that he had four inches on her.  Well, he did when he wasn't a swimsuit.

Rhonda didn't bother returning to the mall.  She stopped by the grocery store on the way home to pick up some pancake mix, bacon, and some fresh oranges for breakfast.  Halfway through, she realized she was humming softly to herself.  She smiled, and continued.

Very early Monday morning, Rhonda felt a presence appear in her bed again.  This time, he appeared with his hands already cupping her breasts.  This time, she didn't stop him as he touched, stroked, nibbled and caressed.

When he let go of her to strip, Rhonda sat up, and tossed the sheet off the bed.  She wanted him to see everything.  She wanted to see everything.

He was incredible.  His every touch made her skin burn, made her body shudder.  She tried to return the gestures, but he gently pushed her hand aside.  "Ssh.  This is for you."

With his hands and his lips he wreathed her body in flames of passion.  She could barely think, barely breathe, just... need.

And then he stopped.  And asked.  "What do you want?"

"I still don't know your name!" Rhonda wailed.

"Does it matter?"

She growled in frustration.  "No.  Please fuck me, I can't take any more."

"I won't do that."  

Rhonda stared at him, tears welling up in her eyes.  "Please," she whispered.

"I intend to make love to you.  Here," he handed her a condom.  Where he got it from, Rhonda had no idea - he'd been naked for some time.  "Put it on."

Rhonda opened the packet with trembling fingers, then bent to give the tip of his shaft a kiss.  She heard his sudden intake of breath and smiled.

Rhonda unrolled the condom over his manhood slowly, carefully, gently stroking it into place with her hands.  A smile teased at her lips when she saw just how much of an impact that was having on him.  And just how big he ended up getting.

"My goodness.  All that for me?"

He gave her a push and she happily fell back to the bed, arms and legs splayed wide. She grinned up at him invitingly, and he set to with a will.

Soon, both of them were tangled and sweaty, and Rhonda was moaning uncontrollably.  She was so close... so close.  But every time she felt she would explode, he slowed, changed pace, found somewhere else to nibble.

"How are you doing that?"

"Practice."

Groaning with frustration, Rhonda tried to drive herself at him as hard as she could to find her satisfaction.  He was bigger than her, and stronger, neither of which she was used to.  He countered her moves effortlessly, keeping her in place.

"Ask nicely."  How was he still so calm and collected?  She could see the arousal in his eyes, could feel the way his body strained against her.

"Please!  Oh my God, Please!"

Much later, the apartment manager would present her with twenty seven noise complaints from that night.  Rhonda didn't care.


The next morning, Rhonda made breakfast again. She was glad she didn't have to work until the afternoon.  Stacking boxes wasn't the best job in the world, but it kept her in shape.  It felt good to use her strength and height.  The problem was, there was only one real man in the whole place, and he was married.

He padded into the room in the same rumpled shirt.  It looked even sexier this time.

"Please, for all that is holy, tell me that I'm not just a one-off conquest."

"Ask, and ye shall receive."

"Please.  I want to spend more time with you.  A lot more time.  I'll do anything..."

He smiled, and gave her a hug that would have crushed most lesser girls.  "I'll hold you to that promise.  But you will enjoy it."

As they ate breakfast, he made small talk.

"You're different than the others who use the Machine for swimsuits.  You take far better care of them, for one.  You treated me as a person, even while I was a thing.  That's rare."

"I didn't start doing it for the power rush.  Though I have to admit... wearing someone is an incredible experience.  Total domination."  She said the last with a wistful longing.

"Then why?"

"You'll laugh."

"Possibly, but only with you."

"I can't find pretty swimsuits in my size.  I'm 6'4", my dress size is off the charts.  I have to get all my clothing made custom, and all the tailors around here are just so... old.  I wanted a pretty swimsuit so badly.  This guy at the mall overheard me whining to my girlfriend and offered..."

"You don't whine," he interjected.

Rhonda laughed.  "Are you sure?"

"You begged, you whimpered, you moaned.  But you never once whined, under quite extreme circumstances."

Rhonda shivered at the memory.  "I wish I hadn't stopped you that night."

"I'm glad you did."

"Really?"

"You should be, too.  It made last night much sweeter.  Resistance is intoxicating."  His eyes gleamed.

Rhonda ducked her head.  "I'm not going to be able to resist much of anything you ask, after last night."

"I'll find something."

Rhonda drove them both back to the mall.  He walked with her, drawing her by her arm to the Venn Machines.  He dropped a twenty into the slot, and set the time for a month.  Gesturing gallantly to one door he said, "Your turn."

Rhonda looked at him uncertainly.  "To be..."

He smiled.  "Something of my choosing."

She bit her lip.  "That's a long time.  What about my job?"

"They won't miss you.  You won't miss them."

Rhonda thought about that.  It was true enough, her warehouse job wouldn't be a loss.  "What about my apartment?"

"I'll have it all put in storage.  You won't need any of it."

She looked him in the eye.  "What will I be?"

"You'll enjoy it, as will I."

She could see the gleam of victory in his eye, before she even realized she'd made up her mind.  She nodded, and stepped into the booth.  But it didn't feel like defeat.  It felt like... freedom.

She watched his image in the display as he touched a selection, muttered under his breath, and touched more.  It took time, but she didn't fidget, just watched him work intently.  She couldn't tell what his goal was, as she couldn't quite hear what he was saying.   He was obviously focussed on something quite specific.

There was something about his expression as he worked, something pure and honest.  She could just watch him do this for hours.  She was disappointed when her study was over.  He straightened up, gave her a smile, and reached for the green circle.

She was surprised to find that she could still see.  But she was so short!  She had to look waaay up to see the green dot phasing away the remaining time.  She tried to move toward it, but there was... well, she didn't have a body.  Nothing would move.  What was she?  Rhonda licked her lips uncertainly.  At least she had lips, that was something.

The doors opened.  He strode in, and picked her up.  She fit in the palm of his hand, and that realization made her entire body shudder.  Her nose wrinkled and stiffened, and a jolt of pleasure from it washed through her entire body.

He held her close to his chest, shielding her from prying eyes with his hands.  The warmth of them soaked through her, and she purred with contentment.

His car was unlike any she was familiar with, and from her angle all she could tell was that it was sleek and powerful.  The drive to his place didn't take long.  She spent it cradled in his lap, feeling the bass thrum of his car's powerful engine vibrating through his legs.

He covered her up again as he walked into his house.  When he finally let her see, they were in front of a mirror.  She gazed at him and smiled, then looked for herself.  There, in his hand, a round shape.  She still didn't quite understand, not until he brought her close to the mirror.  Round and pink, she had eyes, a mouth... and instead of a nose, she had a nipple.  

She went cross-eyed peering at it directly, as if to prove what she really was.  He chuckled softly.
Then she spoke for the first time since her transfiguration.  "Just a breast?"

"Oh no, my pet.  You are much, much more.  You are one of the most beautiful breasts it has been my pleasure to hold.  And you have something else."  A finger stroked her underside, and she felt it against her pussy.

"Oooooh."  She closed her eyes.  "Call me that again."

"Pet?  Of course.  You are a pet.  A pampered pet, made of distilled sex."

She shuddered again, and felt something inside her psyche loosen and fall away.  "Your pet."

"Yes.  That makes me..."

"My Master."

He smiled.  "I like that.  What does my pet want?"

She smiled.  "Whatever you want of me."

"There's only one thing you can do now.  And I intend to do it quite a lot."

"Yes Master."

There was very little talking after that.  Especially because there was a direct connection between Rhonda's pussy and her mouth, and with Master inside either end, she couldn't speak, nor did she have any desire to.