Mind-Control
Women to Mannequin, Doll
Non-Consensual

My Goddess continued attending classes that second year, and even until she graduated. It would have been easy to have her stay at home all the time, but she enjoyed her life as a student and it seemed wrong to take that away from her. She still thought of herself as my doll though, and I'd set things up so that she immediately became a living love-doll when she entered the house. Even when I was home alone though, I wasn't truly alone. My Goddess-dolls and mannequins were scattered around the house, and were a little more than simple dolls after I discovered a bit more of what my power could do. To get to that though, a little more explanation of how I affected myself – or rather how I didn't affect myself – is necessary.

I had no classes scheduled for the first day that school started back, so I lazed about the house while my Goddess went to school for a class and a practice. This was a couple of days after I'd arrived and discovered her gift, so the dolls had been moved around, changed, and used a few times. For now though the five of them were sitting on the couch, wearing baby-dolls that matched their hair colour, while the mannequins – dressed in what could only charitably be called lingerie as there wasn't much fabric – were posed on a red carpet we'd found in the basement. It was midday and I started to think about how at this time tomorrow I'd be in class, probably enjoying the eye-candy more than actually paying attention – with my power I didn't really need to focus that much – and then the thought hit me that maybe I could be eye-candy for the ladies. I'd turned myself into a doll after all, so changing my body would be just like doing that. I did an image search for hot guys – with a safety filter on – and came up with various celebrities, picking a few pictures of different guys I used some internet site to blend them together with a photo of myself, with it set to keep my features as the most distinct. The result looked good to my eyes so I stood in front of a mirror and imagined myself changing into what I saw on my screen. After a few minutes of doing this with nothing happening I started to get frustrated and gave up.

Annoyed, I went into the living room, grabbed the black-haired Goddess-doll and set off for the bedroom to blow off some steam. I'd gotten used to the dolls limited range of motion compared to my Goddess, and fairly quickly came in her faux vagina. After cleaning her up I returned her to the living room, only instead of putting her back on the couch I posed her naked behind one of the mannequins looking to undo it's bra with one hand, and pulling down it's panties with the other. For good measure I posed the dolls remaining on the couch so that they were looking at her and pointing. With that done I decided it was time to get some lunch, so I headed out into the city.

I walked over to a nearby diner that some friends had told me made a great burger, and was seated by a little Asian girl who looked to be about my age. As I followed her to my table I imagined her walking with a nice seductive sway all the way to the furthest table from the door. With the image of her cute little butt swinging sexily still in my eyes, I had her lean forward more than would have been necessary for someone of her height when taking my order, and got a nice view of her cleavage on display through a partly buttoned down shirt. By that point I'd already decided that she was worth having some fun with, but as is always the case with me, I didn't want to potentially get in the way of a relationship that actually had a chance of going somewhere – the day of debauchery with my high-school crushes not included (they were all dolls at the time anyway) – I didn't want to outright ask if she had a boyfriend though, so I decided to have a bit of fun with her and test out my power some more. I imagined her bringing my meal to me, but with a little something extra if she wasn't in a relationship. Sure enough when she brought me my burger, her phone-number was written on the plate with ketchup. After entering her number into my phone I ate my meal – the burger wasn't as good as promised – paid my bill, and left. I did shoot the waitress an image of my house and a clock showing eight as she brought me the bill though, and it looked like a couple of extra buttons had managed to undo themselves on her shirt.

With lunch finished and a new toy delivering herself to my house I figured I could just have a little fun walking around the city and playing with my power. I didn't make any ground-breaking discoveries but did enjoy myself. If anyone had been following me there's a good chance they'd have noticed that a lot of women I passed were wearing bras that were just a bit too small for them – just a temporary change of course, and done so that the woman wouldn't think it was odd. It made for good practice.

As I grew bored of that I thought up another way to entertain myself. There was a retail outlet of my Goddess' mother's lingerie company in the city's high-end mall so I headed over there to give them a little help with marketing. Walking through the mall I kept an eye open for good looking women, and shot three of them an image of going to the Doll House store and trying on something. I left the outfit up to them but after putting it on they were to strike a pose and hold it, just admiring themselves in the mirror. After finding my targets I went over to the store and introduced myself to the staff, with a liberal application of my powers they gave me free run of the place and wouldn't question anything I was doing, including taking an employee key and going into a private change room. Before I entered I shot the woman inside – a black woman in her early twenties with a killer smile and I'd guessed about DD cup rack – an image of being appraised for a job based on her ability to hold her pose. On entering I discovered she'd picked a simple but elegant white push up bra and matching panties. She'd posed with her hands behind her head, chest jutted out, and legs positioned as if she were taking a step forward with one foot directly in front of the other. She was flashing that sparkling smile of hers and when I sent her an image of her getting the job it widened just a bit before becoming plastic. On exiting the change room I told one of the staff that the new display figure was ready to be put on the floor and moved on to the next girl.

I decided to go a different route with door number two – a lithe blonde girl who I'd confirmed was twenty and discovered as a gymnast before sending her to the store. I sent her an image of relaxing from her pose, and wondering what had come over her. Then I took a can of compressed air I'd found in the staff room and sprayed it through the crack at the bottom of the door. I sent her an image of her body slowly locking up as she tried to reach to open the door, freezing just before she could touch the handle. I sprayed air in for a few moments longer then opened the door and closed it again before examining my second target. She'd chosen a sports bra to contain her moderate chest along with pink panties. I checked her pulse and found her heart racing, so I decided to explain to her that she'd been chosen as a new mannequin for the store and that the gas that had been released into the room was slowly turning her to plastic. I decided to guide her into the same pose that my first target had been in, all while her body converted to it's new form, but before I had her harden completely I had her take on the same smile as her new coworker. I was looking forward to my third target the most and decided to use the gymnast as a prop in the next girl's transformation.

Before entering the third room I sent the girl inside an image of the same pose the other two were in, and then made her think she'd always been in that pose. Then I shot her an image of the girl I was carrying turning into plastic, along with intense feelings of arousal, then inserted myself into the image, pumping into the girl as she changed, the plastic radiating out from her vagina. With the setup done I entered the room. The Latino beauty had chosen a sheer black bra that perfectly fit her D cup breasts along with a black thong to show off her sculpted ass. I could see I'd done a good job with the preparatory images as the inside of her legs was a little bit wet. I placed the gymnast mannequin in the living woman's view, then walked around her as if inspecting her. I poked and prodded, groped her breasts, stole a kiss, and even managed to slip a finger into her, all the while she stood there stone stiff. Then I went behind her a pressed a finger to her, making her feel as if I’d injected her with a needle. Once I took my finger off her she spun around immediately with a huge smile on her face, she helped me out of my pants and I imagined her turning to plastic as we went at it. She froze with the same big smile on her face as the others, and I guided her plastic body back to it's pose before carrying both plastic beauties out of the change room towards the floor. I then shot each girl an image of coming back to life when they were alone in a change room, and made sure they would purchase the lingerie they were wearing. I also ensured that they wouldn't remember being mannequins and would just think they'd taken a long time trying on lingerie. After leaving instructions with the staff to ensure each mannequin ended up back in a change room with their belongings, and making sure that they'd get the lingerie for free, I went home to freshen up for my visitor.

Arriving home I found my silicone Goddess in the kitchen making me dinner. I thanked her with a mental orgasm before heading upstairs to shower. On the way I noticed I'd left my computer on from earlier and saw the composite image I'd created again reminding myself of my failure. In the shower I thought about how I'd changed myself into a doll, and wondered if I could do it again. With that failure I thought harder, and realized that I'd been with my Goddess at the time. I shot my Goddess an image of joining me in the shower, and a few minutes later I was inside her. Then I imagined myself changing as we made love, taking on the form I'd created earlier. Still nothing. The first time it had worked, but why? Then it came to me, I'd involved my Goddess in the change, I'd basically had her change me while I changed her. So I shot her an image of making love to the modified me, and sure enough I started to change. Her eyes went wide as the change occurred and she checked herself to see if she was changing too. I laughed triumphantly and explained what I’d learned to her, then she took on a sly smile before starting to pout. Apparently she'd tried to change me using just her mind, but without my power behind her she couldn't do it. I promised to let her have the reins once in a while, but she was still my toy not I hers. We finished up in the shower and I changed myself back before my guest arrived. I ate dinner with my Goddess – one of the few times she was flesh and blood in the house – and we passed the time till 8 watching a movie with her silicone sisters. Just before 8 I immobilized my Goddess and hung her up on her stand next to the other dolls, as I finished the doorbell rang signalling the arrival of my new Japanese love doll.