(NSFW Warning: Masturbation)

“I’m sure this is exactly the way you’d wanted to spend your anniversary, Lyd- I mean, Paragon” Brianna White, AKA Crystal Knight, said jokingly, “Two years of being a hero, fighting supervillains and solving crimes, and you get to celebrate by… tracking down a supervillain and hopefully solving the crime.”

Lydia Ward, the superheroine known as Paragon, rolled her eyes. “As a matter of fact, yes it is. Going on patrol with my girlfriend seems like an excellent way to celebrate two years of heroism.” she said with a smile. “I’m glad you convinced Morgan to avoid transforming you this week.”

“I think she’s a bit of a romantic at heart. Was a bit rough convincing her that you’d not prefer having me as a necklace or a dress for the week though.”

“I’m sure.” Paragon laughed. Not too loudly though. The pair were, after all, in the middle of a tracking operation - they couldn’t focus too much on chatter if they wanted to avoid missing anything, and that meant that discussion and celebration of the Paragon’s second anniversary of active-duty superheroes was going to have to wait.

No doubt about it, the Collector had been through there. They’d arrived at a convention center, where it was the celebration of some science fiction franchise’s anniversary - and now the floor was littered with commemorative figurines, some toys, and a few dolls to round out the batch. Some of them were probably real merch - but odds were good that some or even most of it used to be people.

The weird thing about it though, was how the Collector hadn’t picked up most of it. Had she known the heroes were coming and taken the most valuable of her new collectables and ran? Her ability might have been a near instant win in any one on one fight, but if she was outnumbered she was in trouble, so that wasn’t an unreasonable possibility. It might be that she’d only come for one prize and transformed the others just because they’d been there, or to obfuscate who or what (or more likely, who and what) had been stolen.

Of course, without better records it’d be hard to tell what had been stolen - after all, the only evidence would be something not being there. “Let’s take a look around,” Paragon said after a bit. “See if we can figure out what she took and why she stopped, maybe even where she’s headed next - once she’s on a spree it’s not done until she’s filled up her bag.”

The Crystal Knight nodded. “I’ll take the West wing of the convention center, you check out the East?”

Paragon nodded, standing up from where she’d been kneeling. “Sure. First thing’s first though…” she walked over to Brianna and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “For luck~” she said with a grin.

Brianna smiled right back, a sight which always gave Lydia butterflies in her stomach. What had she done to deserve her? “I appreciate that. I hope I won’t need it, but I like having it.” she said, before heading off in the way she’d indicated.

Ten minutes later, Paragon was in the East wing and had found a great bounty of... basically nothing but more of what they’d seen. It was weird, seeing so many collectibles in one place. It was obviously more than the Collector could have carried even if she’d not been interrupted by the arrival of the heroes. She couldn’t have thought she’d get multiple trips, and she wasn’t the type to transform and run. So if not that, then what was her plan?

It was a baffling conundrum, and not one that the Paragon was well equipped to answer on her own. She was pulling out a communicator to check in with the Crystal Knight and see if she’d found anything, when she heard a girlish cackle behind her. “Happy anniversary~!” an airy, feminine voice said.

Lydia whirled around to see… herself. Or rather, someone in an honestly pretty good Paragon costume. The woman had significantly lighter skin than Lydia’s deep brown, but besides that, it was a pretty good facsimile of the Paragon when her sword was activated. She had the magical-looking armor down pat (although the glow was a bit off, looking like LEDs rather than anything natural) and she had put on a snowy white wig and similarly pale contacts. She had a prop sword that similarly glowed, although the real Paragon had every expectation it would be useless. The Collector was nearly as into cosplay as she was into figures and dolls, and in all honesty she was pretty good at it. Of course, Lydia would have much preferred if she’d been able to appreciate that without being seen herself.

The real magic sword, Dyrnwyn, flashed to life, and Lydia’s black hair and brown eyes swiftly brightened to white as she leveled the blade towards the Collector. She didn’t take the time to exchange pleasantries - she already was a bit shorter and she knew that the contacts would have no detrimental effects on the Collector’s transformative powers. So, mentally apologizing for the property damage, she sliced into the ground. Dust puffed up from where Dyrnwyn cut through the tile like a hot knife in butter, and thick enough to interrupt line of sight.

“Awwww, don’t want to play nice?” The Collector shouted, “This is all for you after all, Paragon! I wanted to celebrate with you, two years in the superpowered business! I’ve been at it longer than you, shouldn’t you let your seniors help you celebrate~?”

“Thanks, but no thanks!” Paragon shouted while maneuvering through the dust, trying to get closer without letting the Collector get an eye on her. The young woman could transform people as long as she could maintain an unbroken line of sight, so the idea was to hopefully stop her from making that eye contact.

Unfortunately for her, if the dust was thick enough the Collector couldn’t see her, it meant she couldn’t see the Collector. A puff of smoke trailed out in her wake as the Collector bolted through it, looking right at Paragon once again. “Clever, clever~” she sing-songed, “But you’re not getting away that easy! I want my limited edition Paragon anniversary doll! It’s only worth it if I get it today!”

Lydia already felt herself shrinking again, and her grip on her blade loosened as her fingers grew stiff. But instead of pushing up more dust, she lunged, bowling the girl over. If her armor was still fully metal, there might have been bone crunching - but as it was, the armor was already partly plastic and most of the force was in the speed. The Paragon tried to hold her opponent down, keeping her on the floor where she couldn’t make eye contact. She had to call up Brianna, if she didn’t already hear the fighting-

Wanna be a doll! 

Lydia recoiled at the sudden, intense and intrusive thought - she desperately wanted to be preserved as a doll and she knew damn well that wasn’t coming from her. Unfortunately for her, she’d lost too much weight and strength already - unless she was planning to stick Dyrnwyn into the girl’s neck, which she most definitely was not, the Collector was able to push her hand away from her face and get a good look.

Lydia was in more than a little trouble. She had lost, without actually noticing, more thanhalf a meter off her above average height and shrinking fast. Her glowing armor had nearly entirely plasticized, and her skin was following suit - her hands already had ball joints at the wrists and she suspected her ankles did too. She could feel the plastic creeping up her arms and legs, and while for the moment she still had motion she was sure that wouldn’t be the case much longer. And there was that infernal urge to just give in and become a nice pretty dolly for the Collector.

The immature nutcase below her giggled, right up until the Paragon swept some dust into her eyes. She cried out, forced to close her eyes, and Lydia disengaged - or at least, she tried to, but she tripped over her ball-jointed ankles and simple looking feet. She collapsed to the ground while the Collector gathered herself and stood up, grinning like a loon as she walked over to the shrinking girl. “Well that was just rude! What do you say?”

“I wanna be a doll!” Lydia cried out, and then cursed herself for not being able to keep herself from saying it.

“Ehehe…” the young woman giggled as she got right up close. The shrinking sped up as the Collector closed the distance, and soon Lydia was only about a meter. She felt it as her hair became synthetic from the roots down, no longer real hair but high quality nylon, while every joint had become ball jointed and plastic. Her face had frozen, so that she could no longer speak as her eyes and mouth were simply well sculpted and painted plastic. The girl picked her up gently, looking her over. “You should be happy to be such a high quality doll!” she declared, “And I’m going to make sure you are- what?”

Her words and action were interrupted as a small ball rolled into her view, and then detonated with a crack of thunder and flash of lightning.

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Brianna wasn’t sure how long the flashbang would stun the Collector and she wasn’t going to wait to find out. Just before the fighting began, Paragon had turned on her communicator and then turned it off without a word - presumably as she faced the Collector. That had been strange enough for the Crystal Knight to come and check it out, and as she heard the sounds of fighting she started to run, just in time to see Lydia finish her transformation into a doll.

Getting in close with the Collector was far from the ideal - intellectually speaking, the Crystal Knight knew the smart play was bolting and getting some help. But while the Crystal Knight knew that, Brianna wasn’t about to leave her girlfriend behind. So she rolled a flashbang and sprinted at top speed to snatch up Lydia like a small child.

At least, that was the plan. As she turned and started the other way, she froze, the Collector’s eyes on her back.

“Well, wasn’t that just rude~” the Collector said. Her voice was strained, and she was clearly in some pain, but Brianna suspected that she was unfortunately forcing her eyes open and guessing - correctly - where Brianna was despite the flash-induced blindness. Brianna didn’t say anything, hoping that the Collector would look away, but she had her target and she knew it. As the blindness faded, she walked around Brianna and snatched the Lydia doll out of her frozen hands. “This is a mint condition, one of a kind Paragon doll for her second anniversary! It’s not right to steal, you know. I think if you want a commemorative collectible so much, you should be one!” she thought for a moment, and snapped her fingers as she got an idea.

Brianna felt herself slowly changing. Oddly enough, she wasn’t shrinking - not yet at least. Her bangs had fallen in front of her face, and she saw that shift in color, brightening rapidly from red to a bony white. While she couldn’t see it happening, she felt a strange tingling feeling all over her skin. “It’s the second anniversary, so it’s only right to get two things to celebrate, right?” the Collector sing-songed, pulling Brianna’s hand out in front of her and showing her how her pale skin was darkening to a milk chocolate brown. The meaning became obvious - Brianna was being turned into Lydia. Or rather, Paragon.

She gained a few centimetres while she saw her blue bodysuit begin to shift and change, taking on the metallic form of Paragon’s armor. She felt more than saw the shifting of bones and flesh that was her face morphing into that of her girlfriend. Oddly enough, despite Brianna’s curvy hourglass figure compared to Lydia’s flat but athletic one and the Collector’s usually accurate designs, she didn’t notice any changing of her bust and butt. “But… I don’t want two of the same thing. I think what Paragon could use is a special edition what-if model, don’t you?” Brianna was struck by a bolt of enthusiasm. Yes, she did agree! She couldn’t just be the boring same as the other Paragon - wait, the other Paragon?

Brianna wasn’t, well, Brianna anymore - now, she was thinking of herself as Paragon. Not as Lydia, but as who the Collector thought the Paragon was… and who this one would be. Without the change even slowing down, the new Paragon’s hair lengthened from the shoulders down her back, approaching her bottom while a few strings of bubblegum pink hair dyed themselves onto her head. The impressive figure inherited from Brianna bulged outwards even more, to the point of nearly cartoonish exaggeration, while the “armor” that had been forming was a skin tight and cleavage flashing parody of plate. And somehow, the Paragon loved every moment of it, loved how sexy she was becoming - she wanted someone to see her and tell her how-

“Oh wow, you’re looking sexy~” the Collector said with a grin.

The blast of pleasure shattered the already tattered remains of Paragon’s resistance - Brianna’s identity was completely swallowed in a sexier caricature of her girlfriend. She couldn’t help herself, she felt so good, she had to keep it going, had to feel even better. One hand slipped under the “armor” to grasp her breast, squeezing and fondling, while the other dipped beneath her pants and panties to rub down her vagina. She moaned loudly as her fingers sank into the sopping lower lips and started to vigorously thrust them in and out, masturbating right there on the floor. She didn’t care that the Collector was watching her, that the other Paragon was watching her. She wanted them to see her, to see her touch herself and to get off on it. The Collector certainly seemed to be, going off her expression, and that just made the bimbofied Paragon work harder.

It seemed to feel impossibly good - her huge bust was somehow even more sensitive than before it’s growth, and her pussy was so ready to go she was sure she came hard simply on contact and then just kept going. She could only imagine what it would feel like if someone else were fucking her instead of just doing it for herself - in fact, she did imagine it, and that just got her going even more.

She didn’t even notice as she began to shrink, as her hands stopped moving and became plastic. She was far too busy fantasizing about being a sexy doll, one that men and women alike would admire and ideally masturbate to the thought of - the bimbofied Paragon doll wanted that so very much, to be used and abused like the best kind of doll, for them to get off on seeing her touch herself like that~

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Lydia groaned softly as she watched Brianna try and rescue her, and be transformed as a result. She loved her for it, to be sure - she’d have done it herself. But the smart thing would have been to track the Collector and call for backup, let her be a doll for a while. And as she watched Brianna turn into the porno version of the Paragon, she couldn’t help but wonder if Brianna was cursed or something - even when Morgan swore not to touch her she couldn’t spend a full week completely human.

She couldn’t help but blush (internally - no change came on her frozen face) as she saw the newly minted Paragon start to touch herself. She tried to focus on how that emphasized the impracticality of the parodic armor - it was that easy to slip hands under it, to assault the… boobs… and vagina… she couldn’t help herself, even if the woman looked like herself, she knew that it was supposed to be Brianna and seeing her enjoying herself like that was… well it was kinda hot. She wished she wasn’t a doll - partly just because, but also partly so she could join her and help her find out the best places to touch, and she softly cursed herr mind for drifting there.

When the new figurine was done, a model of the bimbofied Paragon in the midst of a self-induced climax, the Collector stuffed it in her bag, then grinned and turned back to Lydia. “Now that’s taken care of… back to business.”

Thankfully for Lydia, the distraction seemed to have put the Collector off of changing her mind too much - she’d probably forgotten as she worked Brianna over. Unfortunately, she didn’t forget to finish shrinking her and making sure she couldn’t move under her own power.

Soon, the Collector had her down to about 45 centimetres tall. “Perfect!” She declared, picking up Lydia in one hand and hefting her sword in another. “You two will get a special place on my shelf!” she said cheerfully, pushing Lydia into the bag as well.

It was dark, but she felt herself make contact with the other collectible in there - and got a good look at her thoughts. Aaaaah, please~ Stare at me, admire me, masturbate to me~ Ehehehe, I’m a good dolly, I’m a very good dolly!

She groaned internally - until someone, probably Morgan, came around and rescued them, she and Brianna would be in the Collector’s, well, collection. And she’d probably have to listen to her shouting about being seen and making people get off the whole time, since she had every expectation that the Collector would put her two pieces together - probably as some kind of “before and after” display.  It might have been fine if Brianna had still been herself, but she wasn’t even Brianna at the moment but a bimbo doll!

It was gonna be a long, long anniversary...