“Where am I…?”

Sammie tried to shake her head, to clear it. She was still feeling confused; her head was still very fuzzy. What the hell had she drunk at the club last night…?

“Hello? Can anyone hear me? Where am I?”

“Ah, you’re awake, my dear. Good, I was worried you hadn’t made it.”

“Made it? What are you talking about? Where is this? What’s going on? Is this your hotel room? Oh god, we didn’t do anything inappropriate, did we?”

“No, of course not”, the woman, Lacey, said, kissing her. “You just asked me to make all your problems go away, so I have done. Leave everything to me, now…”

“Shit, what time is it? I’m going to be late for work…!”, Sammie cried. Then… “Hang on… why can’t I move…?”

Sammie started panicking. “Oh God… I can’t move! What’s going on… I can’t see my feet, or my arms. My chin seems to be resting on something… please, help me! Call a doctor, or something! I can’t move!”

“Calm down, love… please. I told you I was going to take all your problems away. I have. You quit your job by email; you don’t need to be there. I’ve sold your flat and kept a few personal items for you; the rest have all gone. You’re living here, with me, now.”

“Just one thing; you did say your favourite colours were blue and white, didn’t you? If not, I can always get them changed.”

“What’s that got to do with me not being able to… Oh God, No! NO! NO! What have you done to me!?”

Lacey had held up a mirror in front of Sammie…

Sammie’s head was sitting on the rim of an ornate Wedgewood blue pot. The neck of the pot was roughly in the same dimensions as Sammie’s original neck, with handles either side where her arms used to be. The pot then curved out below her, curved back in and was sitting on a shelf which was roughly at waist height. Her breasts were showing out of the front of the pot, gold leaf accentuating the edges of the holes that they protruded from, with the blue and white Wedgwood decoration throughout. The pot was really beautiful, if you didn’t count the distraught face of the crying girl sticking out of the top of it.

Sammie had been turned into a potgirl…

Sammie cried and wailed. Every time Lacey tried to comfort her, she tried to bite her; it was the only way of fighting that she had left, now her arms and legs were gone.

Lacey kept trying to comfort her, anyway; eventually, though, she gave up and sadly left Sammie alone in the room.

Sammie didn’t stop crying and wailing all afternoon. As far as she was concerned, her life was over. She had no way of calling for help; she also had no idea what sort of help she could get. Was any of this reversible? If so, how? Had the woman just thrown her arms and legs away, like rubbish? Also, why wasn’t she hungry, or thirsty, or needing the toilet?

Gradually, however, the wails and cries turned into quiet whimpering.

Lacey came back in.

“Sammie, please. I did this for you”, she said. “You’ve literally now not got a care in the world. The life support system in your pot is nuclear powered; it will outlive both of us. You are being fed, and waste removed, by a couple of hoses connected to you and wired into the house plumbing. These can be disconnected, however, when I take you into other rooms and places. There’s also another mount for you in the master bedroom.”

“You really are twisted, you sick fuck!”, screamed Sammie. “You did this for yourself, not me! I would never have agreed to this!”

“You don’t understand”, Lacey said. “I saw a soul in pain; I was really scared for you. I had to help you.”

“By doing this!?”, Sammie cried. “My life is over! I can’t live like this!”

Sammie started throwing her head from side to side, as much as she could manage. She was trying to knock her pot off of the shelf, to smash it…

Lacey slapped her. Hard.

“Pull yourself together, you selfish bitch! You’ve been given a great gift by someone who loves you! Embrace it!”

“Fuck you!”, Sammie shouted back. She was still swearing at Lacey as she left the room.

Lacey came back in, shortly, with a glass cabinet.

“Seeing as you seem to be intent on refusing my gift, and carrying on in your self-destructive path, I’m going to have to protect you from yourself”, she said.

Lacey lifted the glass cabinet over Sammie’s head, then lowered it over her. She then locked it to the shelf.

“There. That should hold you in place and protect you. When you learn to behave, I’ll let you out.”

To Sammie’s disbelief, Lacey made sure the cabinet was fastened down, then shut the door at the front and locked it, sealing Sammie into silence. Lacey then walked out of the room again and shut the door.

Lacey left Sammie in her cabinet for three days, not visiting her or even coming into the room once.

All this time, Sammie was trying to come to terms with her new circumstances; being alone was making it a lot worse, though. The swearing had stopped, long ago; Lacey herself was clenching her fists and crying, trying to ignore the plaintive calls for help that she could still hear via a microphone in the cabinet…

Finally, she could bear it no more. It was really torturing her to see and hear Sammie going through this ordeal…

She walked back into the room, opened the cabinet and, before she could stop herself, kissed Sammie. To her absolute amazement, Sammie returned the kiss…

“I can’t do this!”, said Sammie. “I can’t be what you want. Not on my own. Not like this…!”

“The whole point of this is it’s not about what I want”, said Lacey. “I did this for you. I’d do anything for you. I love you!”

Sammie realised that the poor woman, in her own twisted way, really did think she loved her. At the same time, she didn’t want to be on her own. Being alone gave her too much time to think.

“I don’t want to be alone anymore…”, Sammie said, quietly.

Slowly, tenderly, Lacey cleaned Sammie’s face, wiping away her tear stains. She then redid Sammie’s makeup, using items she had brought from Sammie’s flat, and combed her hair.

Sammie loved it. Lacey was so gentle, so caring. Then she found out about one of the other ‘fittings’ in her pot…

Sammie’s first orgasm as a potgirl was mind-blowing…!

Lacey then unfastened Sammie from the shelf and went to take her through to the bedroom, to install her on her other mount.

As she did, she momentarily had to put Sammie on the floor, not realising where she had put her.

Lacey gasped with surprise as a set of teeth latched on to her knickers and pulled them down. She then really moaned as a tongue set to work between her legs…

“Only fair I returned the favour”, Sammie said, after she ‘resurfaced’…

Giggling, the pair vanished into the bedroom…