“Doug,” Rhodora pulled my squishy gum-form from her mouth, “you ran out of flavor.”  She played with me, grabbing me and stretching me very thin, then crushing me all back into a ball.  The crushing was almost as good as when her teeth had sunk into me, breaking my outer shell and squirting my juices into her mouth…

            She placed me onto the floor and I began to grow taller and taller, until…

            “Rhodora, I’m human again,” I pouted.  I was out of breath from the last bits of the transformation which were still running through me.

            “Yes, yes you are,” she said distractedly, her eyes on the fish tank.  “I’ll change you in a bit.  I just want to deal with my friend Carl here, and it can’t hurt to have someone who’s mobile around in case he escapes.”

            “Have a seat, Doug!” Steve cackled.  I wasn’t sure if he was inviting me to sit on him, but I didn’t.  That just felt wrong and…weird.

            The police officer watched Rhodora approach.  He clenched his little fists and spat, “Keep away from me, you bitch.”

            Laughing, Rhodora curved her head over the edge of Jake.  “Seriously, Carl. You really are still talking to me like that?”  Again, she flew into the tank, only this time as a falcon.  She still towered over the little man, and she grabbed him with her sharp talons.

            “You shouldn’t be among people.  You’re dangerous,” he stuttered.

            “Yes, especially because, being a falcon, I have this great urge to eat you.”

            “You wouldn’t.”

            Carefully she opened her beak, lowering it over his head.  “I might.”

            “Rhodora, play with him first!” yelled Lee.

            “She makes a beautiful animal, doesn’t she?” Tommy inserted dreamily.

            The bird yawned.  “You know, I’m so tired.  It’s late.  I’ll deal with you tomorrow.  The question is, what should we do with you overnight?”

            “Let me go home.”

            She squeezed him, her talons piercing his skin.  “So you can cause us more trouble?”

            When the officer did not respond, she flew out of the tank, still grasping him tightly.  She took human form, all the while with the officer in her grip.  “Ah, I have just the thing for you, Carl.”  She set the small man on a shelf, and as he rose to escape, his body began to solidify. 

            He fell to a seated position, his legs splayed out in front of him.  “Argh…ooo…” he let out a garbled sound, a mixture of surprise and pleasure.  “What are you doing…”  His skin became a perfect white, and his features now shrunk back into his pallid face, looking as if they were simply painted on.  A very slight crackling sound accompanied the final changes as he grew still.

            “What did you do to me?” came a very small voice from the porcelain doll’s lips.

            Rhodora laughed, picking him up and running a finger down him.  “I made you a cute porcelain doll.  You’re very pretty.  You’re a girl doll, in fact.  Pretty dress, pretty hair…” She began to rub his perky breasts and then lowered her finger between his legs.  “Oh, how I can tease you!” she giggled.

            “Oh, please, don’t stop,” the figurine moaned. 

            But quite abruptly, she did. 

            “Oh, why?  No…please…continue…I’m so close…I can’t move…I can’t do it myself…”

            “I’m teasing you, Carl.  This is your punishment.”

            She rubbed a tiny breast once more, then walked away.

            “Oh, God, Rhodora!  Don’t leave me like this…I’ll stay a doll like this and I won’t complain if you just…bring me to a…close…”

            But Rhodora walked off.  “Think of that when you threaten me.  You can sit on the shelf all night and think of it.  Hopefully no one will knock you off.”

            She walked into her bedroom, and I remained where I stood, staring at the man-turned-doll.

            Although he was turned from me, he called, “Doug, you’re still there?”

            “Yes,” I murmured.

            “I know it’s nasty, but…will you touch me?  I’m a doll, and she says I’m female, so maybe it won’t be that weird for you…”

            I couldn’t take pity on this man, and there was no way I wanted to touch this ornate little girl doll anyway.  The whole idea disgusted me.  “Sorry, can’t do that to Rhodora,” I said.

            “Oh, God help me…” the little doll lamented.  I wondered what was bothering him more, the fact that he was a female figurine or the fact that his desire was unfulfilled.

            “Rhod, you forgot Doug and Jake!” Tommy yelled towards the bedroom.

            “I’m fine.  I like this form.  I’m thin, hard, and large.  It’s good,” said Jake.

            “I didn’t forget anyone.”  She emerged, wrapped in a terrycloth robe.  “This is Simon.”  She tied the robe’s string around her hips, and I swear it giggled.  “If you’re good like that, Jake, I’ll let you enjoy.  Meanwhile, Doug, since you took your punishment so well, you deserve an award.  I’d like something nice to wear tonight…”

            “Oh, a nightgown…” breathed Jake.

            “Would you like me to wear you tonight?”

            I didn’t need to think twice.  “God, yes.”

            I was shrinking, growing lighter and thinner, and, with a burst of ecstasy, I crumpled to the floor.  She picked me up, stroking me against her face.  “Oh, Doug, you’re so soft.”  She brought me into her room and closed the door.

            “Have fun!” Someone yelled from behind us.

            She walked in front of a full-length mirror and held me up.  I was actually quite attractive; I was a shiny red ankle-length silk, with thin straps.  “I promise to make you beautiful,” I murmured as she laid me out on her bed.  From my vantage point, I could see her untie Simon and remove him.  She was completely naked, and seeing her lovely figure made me quite aroused.  As a nightgown, the feeling of arousal did not center in one area; it flowed through my filmy material like lightning, and I groaned contentedly.  “Wear me, Rhodora.  Quick.  Please, put me on.”

            “Patience, Doug.  Patience.”  She approached me, lightly scraping her nails down my material.  Delightful shivers ran through me.

            “Rhodora,” I gasped.

            “Sh… just let me pleasure you a bit.  You’ll find soft forms quite…stimulating,” she smiled, making little circles through my fabric with her fingers.  She then bent down and ran her tongue up my front, and I couldn’t speak, it was so overwhelming.  “Wear me, wear me,” I finally forced out.  “Oh, God, let me envelop your naked form…”

            Then I was falling over those breasts, those hips…she was inside of me, I was all around her… touching her skin everywhere…

            She began to stroke herself through me, first rubbing her breasts, then her fingers straying to her crotch.  As she played with herself through my thin folds, I was simply one large wave of electricity, building as she built, going over the edge, building again…I don’t know how many times I orgasmed, but more than she did, I was sure.  And she did quite a few times.  “Oh, Doug, I feel your excitement, the arousal comes through your material, and it excites me even more…” She pushed me over her folds, crushing me into her, pumping into me, groaning…

            “Rhodora, your skin feels so good against me… Rub me harder, push me, use me for your pleasure…”

            Finally, both exhausted, we lay back on the bed.  “Doug, you are amazing,” she purred, caressing her chest through me.

            “It’s all you…” I stammered.  Even when she stopped stroking me, I remained aroused because I was rubbing across her nipples, I was caught between her legs…I was surrounding her naked body, and it was wonderful.  I don’t know how either of us ever slept that night. 

            I awoke to a sun-filled bedroom, and a burst of momentary fear ran through me as I realized I was paralyzed and…flat.

            But as Rhodora stirred, she rubbed me against the sheets, and the amazing stimulation began to run through my form once again.  “I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” I moaned happily, and the rousing goddess smoothed her hands down me in response.

            “We’ll have all the time in the world to do this again, Doug, but right now, let’s see how my friend Carl enjoyed the night.”  She jumped from her bed, throwing Simon over me.

            “You like being her nightgown?” the bathrobe asked.

            Somewhat jarred at hearing the robe speak, I stuttered, “Yes.  You like being her robe?”

            “I want to be nothing but her robe.  Ever.  And I have to say—it feels good when you rub against me.  You’re very silky.”

            Okay.  Another weird situation.  “Uh, thanks?” I responded guardedly, and Rhodora laughed at us.  She opened the bedroom door and walked into the front room.

    “Well, how’d we do, Carl?” she directed to the motionless figurine.

            Tommy was the first to speak.  “My God, Rhod!  He wouldn’t shut up all night.  First it was ‘I need someone to touch me’, then there were the usual moans of pleasure from being transformed, then he was cursing you out—”

            “So you haven’t learned your lesson, Carl?”

            The little doll pleaded in its girlish voice, “Please let me go.”

            Rhodora regarded him.  “You’ll leave me alone?”

            “Yes, please, just…make me me again.”

            “You believe this bastard, Rhodora?” asked Jake with quite a bit of cynicism.

            Rhodora cast her head back, uttering peals of laughter.  “Whatever he does, no one will believe him, and then I’ll get him and do all kinds of great stuff with him!  In fact, I hope he does misbehave!” With the requisite rush of air, Carl grew to his full height and slowly the porcelain features melted back into humanity.  After a gasp and a stretch of his arms, Officer Scottson burst from the house without looking back.

            “Not even a thank you,” commented Lee.

            “Rhodora, you know he’s going to do something drastic,” said Steve.

            “I sure hope so,” she replied with a nasty snicker.  “Now,” she turned to the rest of the room.  “Let’s do this fish thing already.  Everyone ready to be fish?”

            “Can you make me the water?” asked Joey the picture frame.

            Rhodora took him from his spot on the wall.  “I know you wanted to try a liquid.  Let me just get my picture out of you.”  She opened his back and removed a pretty watercolor, which she set on a side table.  She picked him up, and, even from my vantage point hanging off of Rhodora, I could see the frame was quivering with excitement.

            Rhodora noted this too as she approached the Jake-tank.  “Yes, Joey, enjoy.  A liquid transformation is so satisfying.  Especially when I increase how much there is off you.”  She held the frame over the edge of the tank and stroked it as it began to contort and grow transparent. 

            “This should be nice,” uttered the waiting Jake.

            Rhodora let go as Joey spilled from her hand with a triumphant “Yes!”.   He hit the bottom of the tank with a splash, and then began to increase in volume.

            “Oh, he’s loving that,” murmured Tommy.

            “So am I,” Jake added blissfully.

            As Joey filled Jake to the brim, Rhodora ran her hand across Tommy.  “You first, my dear?”

            “Make me a big one!” Tommy cried as he creaked and shrank until he was flopping on the floor as a large goldfish.  Rhodora quickly scooped him up and tossed him into the water, where he began to swim around quite happily.  In this fashion, each object-person was transformed, until all that was left was Rhodora, me, and a very empty house.

            “I didn’t know there were so many people here,” I commented.

            “Some of my men don’t want to talk, but you can meet them as fish.”

            “Talking fish?  How?”

            “No,” she laughed.  “In the water, we’ll speak telepathically.”  With that, she pulled me over her head and dangled me over the water that was Joey.  “Change, my dear.”

            The change from nightgown to animal was odd.  I went from flat and flimsy, to small, compact, and able to breathe in the water.  Instead of growing limbs, I felt fins bursting forth where arms and legs should be, and my vision was strangely changed, having an eye on each side of my scaly head. 

            But bursting through the water this way felt great.  I noticed my other tank-mates were now staring through the glass, and I followed their gaze.  Rhodora stood there, in perfect nakedness, watching her new creations happily.

            Come join us, Rhodora!  Tommy called in his mind.

            “I will,” she answered gleefully.  “I’m just so happy I have you all.  To share with, to love…” She shrank down to what appeared to be a ball of light, then dove into the tank, growing into a carp so large, we all cowered in a corner.  I won’t eat you, guys!  She laughed in her mind.  Timidly, each of us approached her, rubbing at her, making her (and us) enjoy our new forms.

            A giantess carp.  What else could a little goldfish ask for? 

             I found that, as Rhodora had mentioned, some of her other 'friends' were more willing to communicate as fish, even though we were doing this through telepathic means. Tommy had explained that some people, when in object form, preferred to play the part to the fullest. Objects simply do not speak, and usually, unless Rhodora spoke to them, several of the object-men kept to themselves. Tommy, on the other hand, loved to talk, no matter what form he was in. He introduced me to Lance, who had been spending his days as a very expensive-looking floor lamp. Apparently, in Lance's case, the constant bliss of a current running through him left him speechless. Of course, I needed details...

            Oh, Doug, you have to become something electric, Lance exclaimed, wagging his tail fin excitedly. That's why I stay a lamp. The form itself is great- tall, thin, metal- but when you're plugged in, especially when you're turned on... that amazing rush of...power... It's everywhere, it's constant, and it's...amazing! I can't wait to get back to it, honestly. Rhodora likes us to occasionally be in a form that's mobile, I guess she figures it's good for our minds, but...oh, God. Ask her to make you an appliance or something. You have to!

             So, I guess the next step was to become a vacuum cleaner. I made something of a laugh at this idea, but the sound came out of my fish-mouth as a burst of small bubbles. How weird this felt, being scaly, small, and buoyant...

            Rhodora, grand and large, swam by. You enjoying yourself, Doug?

            Yes, it's really great! Apparently I need to become something electrical, from what Lance was telling me?

             Bubbles streamed from the carp's mouth. Yes! Of course! Let's see, you want to be my hairdryer for a bit?

             I could breathe my warmth through her delightful hair, drying it, making it shiny...

            But my dreams were shattered by voices outside the front door.

            “Don't knock! What the hell, Bryce? You have to catch the bitch by surprise!”

            “Why? So we can see her turn into a dragon?”

            “You bastard! I'm serious!”

            “Carl, we can't just break in! Come on, I'm the chief of police! You have no warrant, you-”

            “Screw the warrant! I have to save the world from this crazy witch-lady!”

            Before anyone could react, the door burst open, revealing Officer Scottson and another man, obviously Bryce. Carl exploded into the room and stopped, pointing at the fish tank. “See, I told you!”

            The other man walked in and studied the glass structure. “Uh, it's a fish tank.”

            “It's not! It's a man! She transformed him!”

            Bryce tapped his finger against the glass. I knew Jake was probably having a hard time not saying anything. “Carl, it's a fish tank. It's glass. It's not a person. There's fish in it.”

            Carl flew at the man, his eyes bulging out. “It wasn't here before! And the fish, it's them! Her, and all the men that went missing! You have to believe me!”

            Bryce clicked his tongue, and walked around the perimeter of the tank. “Well, if it's a person, she did a nice job taking flesh and blood and converting it to half-inch plate glass.” He knocked on it again, and gazed inside at us.

            Asshole, Tommy commented.

            We'll get him, don't worry. He knows I'd never hurt a fly, Rhodora assured us.

            You should turn him into a fly, suggested Eric, who had apparently been the china closet until now.

            Yeah, then make me a fly swatter and put me to good use, contributed Simon, of bathrobe fame.

             “She's got nice fish,” Bryce commented.

            Carl made eye contact with Rhodora, and she made a blatantly obvious wink. “That's her! She turned herself into a huge fish! Get her out of there before she eats them all!” Crazed, Carl tried to crawl up the side of the tank. Sliding down the glass only made him angrier. He pulled up a stool, apologizing to it in case it was a person (which it wasn't), and flailed his hands around in the water.

            Damn, that feels good, murmured Joey. Keep it up, bastard. Every ripple in me is its own sexual experience!

            “Carl! Carl! Cut it out! You're losing it, man!”

            Rhodora swam between Carl's fingers, teasing him mercilessly, but he could not get a grip on her. “You bitch! I'll squeeze you to death! They don't believe me! No one believes me!”

            “Other than the fact that this is an odd place to have a huge fish tank, I see nothing abnormal about,” he gazed around the room, “anything here. Let's get you home, and I want you to take a vacation. You need one.”

            Withdrawing his hands from the water, Carl shrieked, “No. You can't leave me alone. She'll get me.” He stared down at us as we congregated right below him. Tommy waved his fin tauntingly. “That one waved at me! Didn't you see? That damn fish waved at me! With his fin!”

            “Take a month off, Officer.” Bryce walked out the front door.

            Carl stood on the stool, paralyzed, glancing around in fear. “No...no, come back! She'll make me something horrible, like...a pig, or a shoe, or...” He continued to stutter out a long list of ideas, but the door shut behind his boss with finality.

            “Oh God! Oh, God!” Carl toppled to the floor with a clunk.

            “You're screwed,” said the fish tank merrily.