This story contains the following
Inanimate transformation
Mental Changes
“Come on…” Charlotte muttered, anxiously looking at her phone and the Out for Delivery update on her parcel. It was something she had to be there for, nosy neighbors were a risk and such a large delivery would get someone interested in it. Hell a ‘Good Samaritan’ could take it, open it out of curiosity and see everything.
The bell rang, and she ran, signed, and got everything inside. She pulled the blinds closed, locked the door, and started opening the box. The first thing was a long bronze extending pole, meant to fit from the floor to ceiling, complete with a large attachable pedestal base. She turned red as she set them up, the rest of the parcel’s contents taunting her.
First were the heels, big ruby red platform stripper heels with locks that would lock them to her ankles and the pedestal. Then there was the fishnet bodysuit, black, incredibly strong and would hug every inch of her body. No panties, but instead was a butt plug with a vibrate function and long pink cat tail. The only other piece of clothing was a white cut-off tank top, it’d barely leave anything to be covered.
Next was the makeup and accessories and… supplements. First was a bottle of pills, to make her cock rock hard and stick out of the fishnet. Then was a pink wig, long thick and almost realistic with how it felt. Then a modified Mad gear hat with fluffy pink cat ears added to the sides alongside two headphone speakers to cover her ears. Her makeup was nothing too fancy, just a deep red lipstick that was advertised as permanent and would puff her lips up.
“Okay…” the woman said, looking at everything and before her and turning red. There was a number she had to dial before she started the process and tell where she hid the spare key. “Let’s… do this.” The number was dialed, she gave her info and was told what would happen.
“Don’t worry,” the voice on the other end of the line said, full of confidence. “You’ll love what will happen or your money back.”
So, she started getting dressed, first was the fishnets, then the plug. She couldn’t help but let out a moan as the plug gently pushed its way into her asshole, going deeper than she thought and almost pushing her to orgasm right then and there. After a moment to collect herself she took some of the pills, knowing they wouldn’t take effect for a bit and putting on the shirt, hat and set the headphones to the song she was supposed to listen too.
It was a simple techno punk song, nothing too special as she locked her heels to the pedestal and then to her ankles. Part of the instructions said to put the key around her neck, so she did, letting it sit between her already somewhat large boobs. The music started to pick up, the pace getting faster alongside Charlotte’s heartbeat as she couldn’t do much more than lean back and grab the pole.
“Good girls move their hips” the song said, the beat making that statement more convincing. So, she listened, the pills taking effect as her cock started to get harder. She kept her hips moving, getting lower and moving her hips and ass towards the pole as well. The music’s pace picked up, the phrase now moving to the background along with the beat as heat filled her body. The plug was brushing up against the pole and getting her to moan.
“Good girls play with their breasts,” another line said, repeating and sounding very convincing to Charlotte as she kept moving. One of her hands going and rubbing her chest through the netting and shirt. The plug kept being moved by each hip thrust, the woman moaning more and more as her cock dripped with precum and her tit started leaking milk. Once again, the new line moved into the background, still there but now just barely audible.
“Good girls’ meow,” it said, the woman responding to it with meows in time to the beat. The plug still pushed her closer to orgasm as something tingled. Her eyes started to roll back as she hit orgasm, shooting a blast of cum out as the music kept going and the vibrator part of the plug kicked in. She kept meowing, not wanting to stop moving her hips or rubbing her breasts. The feeling was so good that she barely even noticed the soft pink fur growing out of her body.
“Good kittens keep cumming,” the music said, Charlotte letting out a huge meow as she felt her body tense and cum again. Her hands and feet morphing into large cat paws, still balanced on the heels that seemed to adjust for size. She meowed, loudly hitting another orgasm as thoughts started fading from her mind from sheer bliss. Charlotte’s tail flicked back and forth as she kept going, the music pace picking up as everything blended into the mess of hypnotic suggestion she wanted.
“Good girls are named Poison,” the music said, the name fitting right in place of her original name under the haze of suggestion. “Good girls still will be themselves, but they now go by Poison.”
“I. Poison~” the woman moaned, hitting another orgasm as her body started to get harder and harder to move. “I’m~ Poison~”
“The mistress will love her new Toy,” the file said, the music still picking up speed as the suggestions kept repeating in Poison’s mind. “And toys don’t need to think, or move, or worry about anything.”
“No… think?” Poison mumbled, her body solidifying from the feet down into what appeared to be hard plastic.
“Toys don’t think,” the file repeated, Poison’s mind fading just a bit as the plastic feeling spread up her legs. “Bimbo’s don’t think.” Her mind was starting to go blank, exactly what she wanted as the feeling kept climbing up, moving though her cock, and turning it into a bigger feline plastic toy mid cumshot.
“Toys have large breasts and no brains,” the file said, Poison moaning as any thoughts moved down to her tits, causing them to grow rapidly as the plastic feeling stayed beneath them. They grew with each beat of the bass from the music, both nipples leaking out milk as they reached the size of big head sized water balloons.
“Bimbo toys only want to please the Mistress,” the file said, the plastic feeling resuming its travel up and transforming her breasts into soft looking plastic. “Bimbo kitties have their sluttiest face on for the mistress before she picks them up.”
The last thoughts drained from Poison’s head, and her face morphed into the sluttiest orgasm face imaginable. Her little feline teeth visible as her tongue hung out, covered in drool over her big puffy red lips. The feeling soon covered her entire head, leaving the woman as a plastic doll just as the door unlocked and a woman in a sleek business suit stepped in, grinning at the slutty cat girl toy she would take home.
“Well now Miss… Charlotte, or rather Poison,” she hummed, two large muscular women following her inside and collapsing the stripper pole. “You turned out quite nicely, even if you can’t hear me I hope you know you’ll be treated well.” and with a look the toy was carried out, and moved into a moving truck, slowly covered up with all her places belongings.
It was a much happier life~
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You know, I don't have the same fetish, but I won't kink shame, but fetishes like this always make me think. If you become an inanimate object and stop to 'think' most would say at that point that you are just simply dead. Same with what I call hardcore vore. How can the principle of death be arrousing? A belief that the corpse will be 'useful' or just 'used'? I get the more submissive role fantasy of beeing someones toy, but there no one comes to anything that can be missuderstood as permanent harm.
And while hardcore vore and this inanimate fetish for example exists, most of those I asked didn't have necrophilia as well, even though it's at it's core very similar. A corpse doesn't think and if moral is disregarded it can be used as an inanimate toy. Perhaps it's just a difference of how the people see their own fetish? With vore ignoring death and more focusing on the becoming part of someone, while inanimate appreciaters Inbelieve don't think about it as death, though it should be by diffinition.
Turning people into toys or nutriens by eating them would also fit all creataria of something illegal, since consent of a mindless or no longer existant partner can't be confirmed.
Honestly it's confusing for me, and maybe slightly intruiging, Inwould understand beeing partly inanimate for a certain amount of time added with keeping onces thoughts, since if you don't think how could you enjoy it? And for vore, the more tame beeing swallowed and then spit out later on. Both cases would be more 'userfriendly' as I imagine. And people not having that fetish could theoretically try it.
Anyway, I think you get my point. Fetishes are fascinating, but the extreme of them is partly just incomprehenseable.