Sammie was on her mount in the bedroom when there was a knock at the door…

Lacey went and answered it.

Sammie’s mother, Helen, was standing there.

“Can I help you?”, Lacey asked.

“Yes. Have you seen my daughter?”, asked Helen, showing Lacey a picture of Sammie.

“Yes”, said Lacey. “We met at a club a week or so ago. She only stayed for the one night; she was gone when I woke up the next morning. Shame, really; she was good company.”

“So, she was only here the one night?”, said Helen, sadly.

“Yes. I’m afraid I’ve no idea where she went…”

Sammie heard the voices outside. She also recognised her mother’s voice.

She was terrified.

Her mother was intensely possessive (a laugh, considering she was now essentially a ‘possession’ of Lacey) and had been abusing her. She’d only managed to go to the club in the first place because she had climbed out of her bedroom window and gone to it (she was 21, but her mother was still treating her as a teenager). She had told Lacey everything when they slept together, that first night, and had carried on talking about it after her ‘transformation’. She wondered what her mother’s reaction would be to her now being a potgirl…

Nervous, she suddenly sneezed.

In the other room, Helen heard the quiet sneeze from the bedroom. She sidestepped past Lacey and, before she could stop her, stormed into the bedroom.

“I know you’re here, bitch!”, she said. “Trying to run away from me?”

Looking around the room, she stopped. Sammie was staring at her from her pot beside the bed…

Helen’s mouth dropped open in disbelief. She ran over to Sammie and examined her carefully.

“Can’t exactly run anywhere, now, can you?”, she said eventually, with a quiet laugh.

“I like this version of you”, she said. “Helpless and available. Especially if that stopper I can see down below is covering what I think it is…”

Sammie started crying and whimpering.

At the same time, Helen suddenly jerked then crumpled. Lacey had hit her as hard as she could…

“I told you I’d protect you”, she said, to Sammie, kissing her. Sammie cried with tears of relief…

Helen slowly awoke and looked around. That bitch girlfriend of her daughter had really hit her, she thought. She couldn’t feel anything from the neck down…

She looked at the dressing table mirror, set up directly opposite her. What stood out the most was the gaudy red and black colours of the pot she was now in…

Lacey had turned her into another potgirl.

Her breasts were now obscene; big globes sticking out the front of the pot.

Her vagina was also completely exposed.

At the same time, she heard a yawn behind her…

The black latex dressed woman walked into her line of sight.

“Good morning, toy”, she said, kissing her. “I’m glad you’re awake, there’s so much to do today.”

“Who the fuck are you?”, Helen cried. “What are you doing in my house?”

“My house, you mean”, the woman said. “You gave up all rights when you got yourself converted. I bought you with the house.”

“The fuck you did!”, screamed Helen. “This wasn’t my idea! I was kidnapped and mutilated against my will!”

“Really”, the woman said. “I have all the paperwork you signed. There’s even video of you saying how much you were looking forward to it, just as you were being sedated for the operation. People are waiting to interview you.”

“That reminds me”, she said. “If you try to tell people anything except that, the device Lacey built into your pot will trigger, and you will get a massive electric shock to your anus. It’s got to be up there, as your breasts and vagina are open for inspection and use, now. After all, you’re going to be making a living as a sex toy.”

Smiling, the woman walked away, leaving Helen sobbing…