Max’s boss only raised a single eyebrow when he saw Max’s electric blue hair. His co-workers teased him a little for it, but he just grinned and said that his wife liked it. The carpool was less easygoing, and ribbed him about the hair until he commented that the hair was only part of hs venn, and that Carol was very happy with the rest...
When Max finally closed the door to his house he sighed. “Ugh. So many questions.”
Carol shook her head. “Carpool hell once again? You should ditch them.”
“Nah. They’ll be back to sports talk in a day or two if I stop taking the bait.”
Carol pulled him into a hug, burying his head in her oversize chest. Max sighed happily, struggling only a little as his breath failed. Carol let go before he collapsed. “Dinner first. Then we’ll play.”
Max grinned and followed her to the kitchen, admiring the view all the way.
The rest of the week went much the same. Max’s boss got used to his hair, even going so far as to claim it made Max easier to find. Max wasn’t sure that was a good thing. After a few days the carpool guys gave up on baiting Max. Carol did indeed get asked to try shelving goods and found her size and strength made the job trivially easy. Thursday she came home all excited with the news that she’d got moved to stocking full time, and had been so efficient about it that her boss was talking about giving her a raise.
That night Carol’s lovemaking was so exuberant that Max’s body was unconscious for most of it. Afterward, once Max’s brain had rebooted for the third time that night, she cuddled him tenderly. “That was fun, love. Thanks.”
Max grinned tiredly. “Gonna be sore in the morning. Worth it.”
“Aww, poor thing. We could venn you better.”
“It’s late. I’ll be fine.” Max noticed Carol’s pout. “Oh. You want to venn me again? What now?”
“It’s just... this isn’t working right. It’s too easy to take you out, but you fight too hard when you do.”
“Uh... Those seem to be mutually conflicting points.”
Carol grumbled at Max, and he patted her shoulder softly. “Come on, look at the bright side. You still tower over me, have that sexy white hair, and you can powerlift entire pallets of flour.”
“Yeah, but we have a powerjack to do that for us. I only get to show off a little.”
Max snuggled up against her and kissed her on the cheek. “Best of all, you get to be big spoon.”
Carol laughed at him warmly. “And you like this?”
“Better than waking up with morning wood poking you in the butt...”
“Haha. Yeah, I do like this bit. Thanks, love.”
*** *** ***
On Friday, Max arrived home quite a bit later than usual. Carol met him at the door with a big grin. “C’mon, spill, what’s the big surprise? You look normal... Not normal, your usual venn.”
Max smiled at her sweetly, and held up a small gift-wrapped box. “For after dinner. I’d rather eat before... well, you’ll see.”
Carol smirked at him. “Wanting to keep your strength up?”
Max snorted a laugh, but shook his head and wouldn’t say more when Carol asked what was so funny.
Dinner was served more hurriedly than usual. Once they were done, Carol held out her hand and Max placed the gift inside it. She tore open the paper and the box at the same time, wincing at her clumsiness. Then she frowned at the object revealed. “This looks like some kind of weird remote control.”
The object was silvery-grey, and had five buttons sticking out of its surface. Two were triangular, facing up and down. The other three had bits of labelling tape above each button – Eyes, Ears, and Mouth.
“Try it out,” suggested Max.
Carol pressed the first labeled button, and white membranes flicked over Max’s eyes, turning his eyes pure white. “Uh... the remote controls you?”
“In limited ways. Until you press that button again, I’m quite blind.”
Carol pressed ears. Max added, “And now I’m deaf. Apologies if I don’t rea...” His voice cut off as Carol pressed the third button.
“Oh. Wow.” She got out of her chair and walked around behind Max. When she brushed a hand against his cheek, he flinched, then leaned into the touch. She pulled her hand away, brushed a thumb gently over the back of his neck to watch him shudder.
“I wonder what up and down do,” asked Carol. Max didn’t answer, of course. Once she realized why, she tapped the ears and mouth buttons once more.
“What do the other buttons do? They aren’t labelled.”
“Strength,” said Max, turning most of the way toward where Carol stood beside him. “At the high end, I should be nearly as strong as you. At the bottom end, barely able to move. I figure this way you should be able to find the perfect level of struggle.”
Carol giggled happily. “Oooh. How on earth did you get this?”
“Venn Machine, of course. There’s a company in the mall called Fantasy Emporium.”
“I thought they just sold cool clothes and fairy wings, that kind of stuff.”
Max shook his head. “Well, they sell those too. But all the clerks are well versed in venn design, so they’ll do custom work as well. So if you want actual fairy wings, they’ll set you up. From the way the clerk reacted, this little idea of mine wasn’t even the first time they’d done remote controls for people.”
“Mmm. Never mind. I just want to try this out...” Carol tapped the down button, then held it down for a bit.
Max slumped sideways in his chair. “Going to turn me into a limp, helpless doll?”
“Hell yeah. As long as the important bit stays hard, I’m good.”
Carol hefted Max easily, and carried him over her shoulder toward the bedroom.
While the sex wasn’t as frenzied as usual due to Max’s inability to participate, Carol still had fun, and made sure that Max did as well. Afterward, she cuddled up to him and restored some of his strength. “Thanks, love.”
“Oh, not this tone of voice again,” sighed Max. “What now?”
“I don’t know. How long are you venned for?”
“Just the weekend. Though if you want to extend it...” Max shrugged. “I’m game, I guess.”
“So you don’t like it either?”
Max sighed. “Not really. I guess I’m not cut out to be a sex toy.”
Carol giggled at that. “Oooh. The Venn Machines could actually do that, couldn’t they?”
“Yeah. The Fantasy Emporium had a display of toys in the back, and some had name tags.”
Carol rolled to face him. “They were selling people they’d changed into toys? Oh, how wicked.” Her eyes were alight.
Max leaned in and kissed her on the nose. “Down girl. I don’t want to be a toy.”
She giggled, and pulled him close for a gentle snuggle. “Oh, but you already are!”
Despite Carol’s misgivings, she did have some fun playing with the remote on Saturday, using it to blind and deafen Max from time to time so she could sneak up on him and tease him. That night, Max asked if she could just blind him, as it heightened his sense of touch. Being able to hear her made lovemaking much more satisfying for both of them.
Afterward, Carol left Max blind, but cuddled him close. “Better?”
“I could get used to it. Maybe just a blindfold?”
“Kinky,” purred Carol.
Max burst into laughter. “After all this, a blindfold is kinky?”
“Yeah. Giving me a remote control that turns you into a toy is way past kinky. Might be nice to try merely kinky for a while.”
After being blinded at random intervals on Sunday, one of which nearly sent him toppling down the stairs, Max had to agree. So they returned to the mall and got rid of the remote. But instead of going all the way to normal, Carol gave him violet hair, and matching eyes.
Max chuckled when he looked at his reflection. “Couldn’t leave well enough alone?”
“I think you look good with coloured hair. And you don’t have to spend hours in a hair salon to get it.”
“No other special features this time?” asked Max.
Carol shook her head. “Nah. If I want to dominate you, I have the strength for it. Hey, do you think anyone here sells blindfolds?”
“Fantasy Emporium might. Or they could make you one, if you like,” snickered Max.
Carol rolled her eyes, but followed Max’s lead to the store in question. It wasn’t far from the Venn Machine, just around the corner and down a few doors. She looked about in wonder at all the dresses, wings, wands and other paraphernalia on sale. “So many pretties. I wonder if any of these dresses are in my size.”
A salesclerk with cat ears and a long fluffy tail bounced up to them. “Hi! If you find a dress you like and it doesn’t fit, we can resize it for you in the Venn Machines. The purple tags will take an extra step, though.”
“Purple tags?” Carol scanned the rack of dresses, spotting a few of the tags. She pulled one out, it was made of shimmery red fabric that flowed through her fingers like mercury. She frowned at the tag. “Melissa? Is this... is this a person?”
The clerk nodded. “Some people love being sold. Others just like the thrill of being on the rack for a few days, wondering if they’ll be sold. See how the tag has two dates on it? One’s when she wants to be changed back if she isn’t sold. The other is how long she’s venned for.”
Carol stroked the dress softly. “That doesn’t make any sense. One date is tomorrow, one’s next... year? What happens if I buy her?”
“Then she’s your dress for the next year. Pity you’re so tall, she’d never fit. I could size her up, but that kind of spoils the game.”
Carol shook her head and moved to put the dress back on the rack. “Wait... would she like it if someone tried her on?”
The clerk nodded eagerly. “Oh yes. We give all our inventory a little pleasure boost. She’d love to be worn. That’s why they’re here.”
“I suppose I can’t disappoint the poor girl,” mused Carol. “Hey honey, can I turn you into a woman?”
Max boggled at Carol. “Say what?”
“I don’t want to shrink, but you could wear her.” She held the dress out to him. “Here, touch her. Imagine what it’d feel like to wear that.”
Max brushed the back of his hand along the fabric. “Woah.”
Carol giggled. “C’mon. Hold on to her for us, please. We’ll be back.”
The clerk smiled at them cheerfully. “Of course!”
Max balked when Carol set the machine for a year. “Are you serious?”
“If we buy her, someone has to wear her for the year. In you go.”
Max stepped into the machine, still shaking his head. “I cannot believe I’m going to be a woman for a year.”
“Eh, you can always change back. Assuming I turn you into a woman, and not a dress. Oooh, that’d be pretty.”
“Carol...”
“And this one’s so sexy,” mused Carol as she tapped again.
Max tried another tack. “Are you really going to disappoint the clerk and Melissa?”
“Oh, right.” Carol tapped a few more times. “Hm. Cute, but not really you.” She kept tinkering as Max danced back and forth nervously, then finally tapped the button.
As soon as he could, Max scampered out of the machine to see his reflection. His old clothes had been replaced by a charcoal grey dress that looked quite professional on him. The purple hair was gone, replaced by a fiery red mane the same shade as the Melissa dress. “Oooh. She will look good on me.” He turned this way and that to study his reflection. “Not sure anyone will believe this is me, though. I look like a distant cousin at best.”
“It’ll be fine. C’mon!” Carol dragged Max back to Fantasy Emporium, and soon enough he was in a changing room with the shimmery mass of red fabric.
Carol squealed when she saw Max. “Oh, she’s perfect on you! We have to buy her.”
“I... guess.”
The clerk grinned happily. “She’ll be thrilled. In at least one sense of the word. Can I get you anything else?”
“Ooh, yes. Do you sell blindfolds? Preferably ones that weren’t people?” asked Carol.
They did indeed, and Carol picked out a red satin one that looked almost the same shade as the dress. “Perfect. This’ll be so much fun.”
It wasn’t until they were walking out of the store with Max still wearing the shiny red dress that he realized Carol was indeed serious. “Oh my God. We just bought a person.”
Carol licked her lips. “I know. So cool. I have to get you home so I can tear her off you.”
Max crossed his arms over his chest defensively. “No tearing!”
Carol chuckled softly. “Your dress shall be unharmed. Not making the same promise about you.”
Max couldn’t stop touching the dress, lightly running his fingers over his legs and arms. By the time they got home, his nipples were hard as rocks, making Carol chuckle. “Ready for the main attraction?”
“Do you actually find me attractive like this?”
Carol’s bark of laughter provided part of her answer. Dragging Max in front of the bedroom mirror gave the other half. “Tell me that’s not a vision of sexiness right there.”
Max goggled at the gorgeous woman in the mirror. “Oh, wow...”
“Now get that dress off before I tear it off.”
Carol proved far more tender and attentive lover with Max as a female than she had while he was male. As they cuddled afterward, Max sighed happily. “Is it always like this for women?”
Carol giggled and shrugged. “Dunno. But if you stay like this, I’ll do my best to make it even better.”
Max flopped to her back. “I... it’s weird, but that sounds appealing. Planning to become the guy in this relationship? Because right now, I don’t think I’d object.”
Carol snuggled Max closer, and cupped one of her “cute little boobs” in a large hand. “I’d rather be female. If it’s all the same to you.”
Max cooed happily. “This works.”
Max was singing a different tune after her first day back at work. Her boss had grumbled about the latest change, and requested that Max pick a form and stick to it. Occasional changes he could manage. Daily, not so much. Max promised she’d figure things out soon, or at least keep the figuring out off of company time.
That was far from the worst of it. Her co-workers were fine, apart from a little ogling. The guys didn’t chat with her the same as before, nor did the women. They all seemed to be trying to figure out how to deal with her.
The real problem was the commute. The car-pool guys ribbed Max about the change mercilessly the entire way to and from work. Worse, on the trip home the comments cut deeply, as all four of them had been neighbours for a long time, and they knew Max at least as well as he knew himself. By the time he was standing on his doorstep, he was certain that he’d made a mistake.
Carol swept Max up in her arms, and kissed him soundly. Then she frowned and set him down once more. “What’s wrong?”
Max’s gaze dropped to the floor, then he laughed wryly and cupped the chest he realized he was staring at. “This is. I’m not a girl, Carol. I’m happy with you in the bedroom like this, but day to day, at work and in public... I’m sorry, love. I just don’t think it’s me.”
Carol enveloped him in a gentle hug, pulling him softly against her massive body. Max rested his head against her chest, sighing happily. “Oh sweetie, I’m not going to push if you really really don’t like it. Food, bed or mall first?”
Max nuzzled in against Carol’s chest, and flickered little kisses into her cleavage. Carol scooped him up and carried him to the bedroom, where she very nearly persuaded Max to stay female.
Dinner was quiet, with both of them lost in thought. At the end, Max spoke up. “Mall, please?”
Carol reached across the table and patted his hand reassuringly. “Of course. Wear the dress once more, for luck? And because Melissa might want to change back if you’re not going to be wearing her.”
Putting the dress on almost got it torn right back off again, but before Carol could tumble him into bed once more, Max put a hand on her lips. “No. If we do this again, I might not make it back.”
Carol gave him a smouldering look. “And that wouldd be a bad thing?”
“I need some time male to figure this all out. Please, love?”
With a giant sigh that ruffled Max’s hair, Carol agreed.
At the mall, Max stepped into the Venn machine wearing the dress and an overcoat, and a moment later he was only wearing the overcoat. A cute girl who looked like she still belonged in high school was standing next to him.
“Uh, hi?” Max waved and took a step back from her.
“Oh my god!” exclaimed Melissa, grabbing Max in an exuberant hug. “You changed me back! Thank you thank you thank you!”
Carol peered into the other side of the Venn Machine. “Hey there.”
Melissa squeaked and let go of Max. “Sorry! I was just...”
Carol giggled. “I’m not mad at you. Heck, you were wrapped around my husband for rather longer than that. Made her look sexy as hell.”
The door opened and Max tumbled out of the machine, male once more. Melissa thanked both of them effusively, both for buying her, and for letting her go before she got into too much trouble.
“Why would you sign up for a year if you would get in trouble?” asked Max.
Melissa shrugged. “My friends put me up to it. It sounded wicked and fun, and until you took me home it totally was. Then I started to freak out about missing a year of school, and and... Thank you.” She hugged both of them. “If you ever want a living dress for the weekend...”
Carol raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
Melissa nodded excitedly. “Yeah! We’ve already gotten over the ‘this is crazy’ bit, and it was soooo good when I was being worn. And when you two were, ah...” She blushed, but smiled up at Carol. “No?”
“Leave your contact information with Fantasy Emporium,” suggested Max. “They might call you in for a custom change, later.”
Melissa squealed her thanks, and darted off to do just that.
Carol turned to study Max, then chuckled. “You look wrong with normal hair. We should at least fix that.”
“And maybe the breath thing, too?” wheedled Max. “You know you love suffocating me to sleep.”
“You do snore less that way,” agreed Carol. “C’mon.”
The rest of the week was quiet. Max got in front of the carpool teasing by admitting that they’d been right. “Being a girl was fun, but long term, it’s not me. Short term, though? Yeah, that was a good weekend. You should try it.”
The others sputtered and protested, but Max could tell his comment had found the mark. He smiled privately as he drove the others to their jobs, everyone brooding in silence. He parked at his office, and went to seek out his boss.
Max’s boss rolled his eyes upon seeing his hair was blue again. “Are you staying like this?”
“You said one change a month. I may hold you to that. My wife has, I think, found the form she wants to keep, but I’m still not sure.” Max held up a hand as his boss started to protest. “I promise I’ll keep my explorations away from the office until I’m sure.”
A grunted affirmation was all Max got, but he figured it would do. As he returned to his office amid cheerful greetings from his co-workers, he wondered if perhaps he was already where he needed to be. He certainly felt that he was close.
The balance of the week was more familiar, with Carol using her great strength to effortlessly dominate Max whenever she wanted. He noticed as the week went on that she was doing so less and less. On Friday, before leaving for work, he asked if they should meet at the mall again.
Carol grinned, and shook her head. “Head straight home.”
“Yes boss!”
Max noticed Carol’s expression darken at his glib remark. “What?”
“Nothing. Go, your ride’s here.”
Max fretted on the way to work, abetted by the introspective silence that had marked their rides the past few days. “Nothing” was never actually nothing with Carol, that much he knew. But he also felt her animus had been directed elsewhere.
At work Max broke his usual radio silence and texted Carol a few times, sweet nothings to remind her he loved her. He got a cryptic text back later in the day saying, “not telling”, but there was a smiley and a heart with it, so he figured he was safe. Mostly.
He was still nervous on the ride home, and when he entered the house to no sound of Carol and no exuberant, suffocating greeting, he wondered if he’d misjudged badly. Then he spotted a gaily wrapped package on the kitchen table. There was an enormous bow wrapped around it, and a prominent tag saying “Open Me Now”.
Max’s curiosity had the bow off in a flash. The ribbon was much longer than the bow, and trailed away out of the kitchen toward the bedroom. He grinned to see that. Promising. But the tag had priority, he’d hate to spoil whatever Carol had se...
Max’s mind screeched to a halt as he peered into the box. There was Carol. What was left of her. A transparent rubber doll with her face smiled up at him from inside the box. Beside it was a picture of Carol at full scale, muscles and white hair and all. A post-it stuck to the picture said “use me lots”, followed by a heart, xs and os, and finally signed “Your Toy Carol”.
As his gaze returned to the doll, Max’s eyes widened. No limbs. Just head, torso and a plainly visible ribbed hollow going from mouth to crotch. “Oh my god. You’re a sex toy!” He wasn’t sure, but he felt like the doll’s smile got slightly wider when he said that.
Doll in hand, Max followed the ribbon. As he expected, it ended at the bedroom door, tied in a knot on the handle. A big note was posted there, too. “Do not open until you’ve used your new toy.”
“Don’t have to ask me twice,” chuckled Max. Then he remembered the note in the box, and sighed ruefully. “Okay, maybe you do. Since you clearly want this...” He traced his fingers over the rubbery surface of the doll, then found that the texture changed once a finger slipped inside. The inside was slick, almost frictionless.
Max retreated to the bathroom for a little privacy, and pulled down his pants. Just the thought of what Carol had done to herself already had him at half-mast, and a little teasing with the doll got him hard enough to enter it. The feeling was utterly unreal, slicker and tighter than anything he’d ever experienced. He didn’t last long.
Once he was done, Max stared down at the doll still impaled upon his cock. He still couldn’t wrap his mind around it. Why would mighty Carol even consider such a thing. More importantly, why was he asking stupid questions when he could be using it again?
Afterward, Max carefully cleaned up the doll, chuckling at how water just poured right through it. He teased a finger at its lips. “I see you’re good for blowjobs, too. Maybe later. I want to know what’s in the bedroom...”
Max carried the doll with him to the bedroom, untied the bow on the doorknob, and flung the door open. Once again his brain shut down at the sight. Carol was lying there, big as ever. Except she wasn’t moving, wasn’t turning toward him with her usual smile. She didn’t even seem to be breathing.
Worried now, Max advanced into the room, nearly tripping over the continuation of the ribbon as it trailed across the floor and up onto the bed. It was taped to a flesh-coloured object that had fallen out of Carol’s hand. A note beside it said simply “big button”.
Max picked up the object, an hand-sized oblong of what felt like silicone. There were two buttons on it, a large one glowing red, and a smaller one glowing green. He touched the bigger one, and Carol suddenly drew breath. She sat up and grinned at him. “Did you like it?”
“It felt amazing,” gushed Max. “Did you feel...”
Carol nodded eagerly. “Everything. Both dolls are me.”
“Wait, dolls?” Max hopped up onto the bed to sit beside Carol, and ran a hand over her shoulder. “Woah. Looks real, feels... smoother than normal?”
Carol grinned. “Like it?”
“Hell yeah. But... why? This is the opposite of you dominating me.”
Carol pulled Max into a ferocious hug. “I like being big and strong. But over the past few weeks I’ve come to realize that I’m not cut out for domination.”
“Aww, does that mean no more smish me deadly?” wheedled Max.
Carol giggled and stuffed Max’s face into her boobs. She only held him long enough to get him dizzy, not to knock him out. “Nah, that’s still way fun. The rest... I don’t like hurting you. So a couple days ago I went back to Fantasy Emporium to see if they had any ideas. I ran into your dress there.”
“Oh?” asked Max. “Was she still human?”
“Yeah, though I don’t think she will stay that way. She asked if she could be your dress again. I almost bought her on the spot.”
“But didn’t she flee as soon as we set her free?” asked Max, looking around the room to see if a certain red dress was hiding anywhere.
“Yeah. But she got in less trouble than she figured. And she said, and I quote, she ‘really really really really liked it’. She felt it would be too weird to ask her friends to wear her, but since you already had...”
“Oh. Well, I guess that makes sense. Sort of. Think she’d look good on me as a guy?”
Carol bit her lip, and nodded. “Probably. It’d be hotter if you had boobs and some hips, though.”
Max rolled his eyes. “I’ve told my boss I’ll be like this for the rest of the month, at least at work.”
“You could wear her weekends,” suggested Carol with a grin.
Max sighed and shook his head. “You’re not letting go of this, are you?”
“You looked cute, and you already said you liked the sex.”
Max huffed, but cupped his hands around his chest reminiscently. “There were upsides. But how’d you get from Melissa to being a toy?”
Carol narrowed her eyes at Max’s subject change, then shrugged. “She was so excited about being a thing, I asked her why. Most of it was about how it felt good, but the way she gushed about being helpless, moved by someone else, it resonated. Then as I started asking questions, one of the sales clerks jumped in to the conversation and we batted around some ideas. Before I knew it, I was in the Venn Machine with the clerk, and then I was just a little bitty doll.” She pointed to the one in Max’s hand, forgotten.
Max gave it a little squeeze, and Carol shuddered. “Oh, yeah. Being touched, but especially being squeezed felt so...” She gasped as Max squeezed the doll, then traced a finger over its belly. “God, yes. So good.”
Max set the doll down between them. “So why aren’t you just a little toy?”
Carol pouted at him, but continued. “They teased me for a bit, then they put me in a box on the shelf. Said they’d call you in and sell me to you. After half an hour or so, they changed me back, but I knew I wanted more. But by the time I’d come home and made love to you, I knew just being your tiny sex doll wouldn’t be enough. So I went back, and we talked about how you had a remote earlier...”
Carol held up the remote, and offered it to Max. “There’s a button you haven’t tried.”
Max poked the smaller button, and it turned red. A squirk-pop noise from Carol made him glance back at her, then boggle at the sight. Her mouth didn’t look much like a mouth any more, it was now a perfect circle, just the right size. “Can you talk?”
Carol gurgled softly, then shook her head. Max leaned in and kissed her on her sex-toy lips, drawing more gurgles and groans. Carol scooped him against her body, but Max felt something different. Her arms were soft, yielding. He squirmed away from her easily.
“You’re weak. Why are you weak?” asked Max. When Carol just gave him a look, he chuckled. “Oh, right.” One tap later, Carol’s lips squirked back to normal.
She grinned at him and flexed her arm. “Variable strength, like you had. So you can turn me down, or turn me off. But I can still feel everything. This body is just as much your toy as that one is.”
Max grinned. “And you want me to use the remote, do you?”
Carol groaned as he picked up the remote and teased it over her breast. “I want...” She shook her head.
Max tut-tutted, and pulled it away. In its place he picked up the little transparent doll, and ‘walked’ it up her belly, getting little groans and squirms all the way. “If you want it, you have to say it.” He brushed the doll’s base against Carol’s nipple, then pulled it away to a whine of frustration.
“Why won’t you just use the damn remote?”
Max smirked. “Because you haven’t said the magic words yet.”
“What do you want me to say?” begged Carol. “I’m venned, isn’t that enough?”
“No. I want you to say it out loud. How about ‘I am your toy to use as you see fit’.”
Carol’s eyes flashed at that. Then she ducked her head. “I am your toy to use as you see fit.”
Her lips squirked as they became circular once more. Then she slumped, inert. Max grinned at his toys, and at the remote whose buttons were both glowing red. “Oh, this is going to be fun.”