The Bedwarmer
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I was trapped and happy. Happy wasn't the right world. Comfortable was.
A wall only a few inches high had thwarted me, and the floor felt like a
thousand ice cubes at room temperature. If I wasn't so sleepy all the
time, I don't know how I could deal with the boredom between the time he
wakes up and the time he gets home. I smiled, thinking of my master's
touch... oh, how I wish I wouldn't. I really should hate him for making
me into a mere decoration within his home, a past time, but... he had
designed me too well.
Perhaps it is worth telling the story. I was low on cash. All job
prospects had looked bleak, when I found the most unusual advertisement
wedged into the paper. It read 'Need test subject for new product.
Comfort testing. Sleepy Time Bedding Supplies.'
The address followed, and as nothing else had panned out, perhaps this
would. Lying around on some beds didn't sound so bad. Little did I know
just how long I would be doing that.
When I arrived, I found myself in what appeared to be an empty office,
with an empty desk and empty chairs. It was built right into a small
warehouse from the looks of it, and the location was more remote and
deserted than I had anticipated. A security camera glared at me from the
ceiling. I was about to leave, when the doors flew open and a very
excited looking young man came in. His unkempt black hair stuck into the
air like tendrils while his wide eyes darted about as if to keep up with
his frantic thoughts.
"Hello! Hello! Wait... are you here to apply to be a test subject?" the
man asked. He panted, and I could tell he had just ran to answer the
door. If they were this desperate, I was a shoe in.
"Yeah, that's me. I'm Dave Hawkins," I said and extended my hand. The
confused figure took it gently for a moment, as if he were going to kiss
it before swiftly changing his grip and giving a weak handshake.
"I am John Zarthro, Assistant Director for the new bed warmer
development. Please, follow me. After some paper work, we can get
started right away," John said. He put a hand on my back and shuffled me
to another room where I went through a deceivingly standardized
application, followed by a curious questionnaire.
The questions seemed innocuous, such as if I had allergies to any
fabrics. One still sticks out in my mind- "If your skin had to be one of
the following colors, which one would you pick?"
It took me off guard as the colors were all quite impossible: deep red,
pink, purple, green, and blue. I wondered briefly what psychological
mumbo jumbo this was supposed to analyze. I checked off purple- figured
it was the color of royalty and I remembered the silly song about Purple
People Eaters.
"This all looks quite good. Let's start testing," John said. He led me
through several corridors. I passed by several windowed laboratories,
with scientists busying themselves. Passing by one I swore I had seen a
woman lying down naked, but she was red! I paused a moment before John
pulled on my sleeve.
"No time for sight seeing Dave. We're on a deadline. We're a bit behind
and we need just one last test subject to make sure everything is
working properly," John explained as we made our way to the testing
room.
The room was curious. A large tile floor surrounded one large bed. The
bed was a dark black, and the undulation of its surface suggested a
water bed.
"Climb on in and get comfortable for a few minutes, as if you were going
to sleep. Then, get out, walk around, and describe how cold the floor
feels," John asked. I shrugged and took off my shoes before settling
into the bed, pulling the covers over myself. It was the middle of the
day, and I wasn't tired, but the bed was much akin to laying on a cloud.
I laid for a few minutes, before stretching, throwing off the covers,
and standing on the floor. The tiles were quite cold underneath my feet.
I walked around a bit.
"On a scale of one to ten, one being painful to the point of crying and
ten being room temp, how would you describe the floor tiles?" John
asked. I was a little shocked by the scale he had set forth.
"Umm...nine, eight, seven at the most? They are chilly, but they're not
ice cubes," I said. John jotted something down on a clipboard.
"Now we are going to be spraying you with something. After we are done
spraying, get in the bed immediately and we will try the test again. We
will need you to strip down," John said mechanically. I blanched a bit
at the suggestion.
"Uh... how much am I getting paid for this?" I asked. John took a moment
looking at me, as if trying to figure something out.
"I would say you are worth at least $100,000 easy if you stick through
the program," John said. My jaw dropped, and a moment later the rest of
my clothes did. Money like that did not grow on trees. John produced a
very large gray cylindrical tube of what I figured was some sort of
pressurized gas. Attaching a small sprayer apparatus, he began to douse
me in... what I'm not quite sure. The spray was purple and it coated my
skin, causing a light tingling. He sprayed everywhere. My crotch felt as
if it was burning ever so slightly and he sprayed my eyes and mouth
without warning, but for one hundred grand, I could endure.
"You're coated. Get into the bed quickly." John stated. I couldn't
believe he wasn't going to take some time to let me dry off, but it
seemed the substance had already dried out. I got into the bed feeling a
little tipsy and distracted, the tingling keeping me from getting
comfortable too quickly. I rolled the blankets over myself. It took
almost ten minutes before the tingling feeling stopped... I nearly
nodded off immediately. The bed felt ten times as comfortable as it had
before.
"Now, Dave, please wake up, and step onto the floor," John said. I
sleepily pulled myself upright, and shivered. It felt like the room had
gotten chilly, as if someone had been running the AC at full blast. I
pulled the warm covers around me and hesitated.
"Step on to the floor, David," John said again. I hesitantly put foot to
floor and pulled it back.
"Gyahh! Cold!" I said. John looked at me perturbed.
"Get up, and stand on the floor David, please," he asked. I psyched
myself up. It was just a floor- I could do this. I took a moment and
leapt to my feet taking a few steps... before it registered in my brain.
I screamed and leapt back onto the bed- it was so cold it felt like my
feet were on fire. Tears rolled down from the corners of my eyes.
"Excellent, excellent. Rest up, you've got a long day ahead of you. I'll
be back in a little while," John said. I was aghast.
"Back? You're just going to leave me here?" I said. I was starting to
get very nervous.
"You obviously won't be going anywhere," he said with a smirk as he left
the room. It was only then that I noticed the purple blotches on my
skin. Whatever he had sprayed me with seemed to have seeped in. It was
too cold to do anything other than curl up in the blankets. I found
myself getting comfortable and drifting off to sleep.
I awoke to a sudden stabbing pain from my buttocks.
"...and that should help speed things along smoothly. How do you feel?"
John's voice asked. I turned to look at him, and the sudden spin made me
aware that my body had changed somehow. My whole body felt lighter, my
skin far softer, and my hair got in my face. Stranger still, the hair
and my entire skin had become a light vibrant shade of purple.
"Wh-what did you do to me?" I asked, surprised by the sudden squeakiness
of my voice. John set down a syringe and then began to prod and poke
me... I would have decked him, but rather than feel angry I felt...
stimulated.
"Well, you're going to be one of the first of our new Bed Warmers-
biologically enhanced females, made for both sexual comfort and slumber
time comfort. First trick was making sure you never leave the bed
though... but you probably figured that out. A smarter girl might have
used the pillow or another blanket to cross the floor, but thankfully
we've found a way around that too," John said as he began to rub my
chest. It was still flat, but my nipples responded by poking out almost
immediately. The rage I was feeling cooled quickly as new programmed
responses and reflexes began to kick in.
"You should be getting horny almost immediately. David, are you getting
horny?" John asked. He looked into my eyes as he saw them glazing over
with lust and he smiled. He just wanted to hear me say it. I held back,
not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but a sudden tweak of my
nipple made me coo in response anyway. Little bolts of lightning seemed
to be driving me crazy, reducing me to a quivering pile of sensual
flesh.
"..n-n-no..." I articulately babbled, even as I felt my leg rubbing
against him. He placed a hand underneath my crotch and I realized my
balls were gone. My shaft felt as if it were half the size it was
supposed to be. John rubbed around the base and I spasmed.
"Well, I need to test your sexual response anyway. If you want me to
stop, just pull away," he said as he stroked me and sucked one of my
nipples into his mouth. My legs were trying to wrap around him and I
played with my other nipple furiously. I felt my cock shrinking away,
and with each surge of shrinkage it felt like I was cumming. I was
crying out even as he stimulated my manhood into oblivion.
"It should just be a moment before your vagina is ready. I'm sure you
can hardly wait," John announced as he rubbed between my legs. It was
only a clit and smooth skin, but it was already beginning to fold
inward. The rubbing seemed to be causing a tingling deeper inside me,
until my skin split and his fingers reached inside me.
"..OOH!" I screamed as he penetrated me. His fingers fluttered around
inside me for a moment before I felt something soft, yet hard, large and
hot pushing into me. I groaned as he fully entered me. I couldn't
believe how good it felt. He held his position firm and my ass and hips
began to writhe and wriggle.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" John asked. His hair was slick with sweat
and his eyes were alight with the joy of conquest. Despite how much I
didn't want to admit it, I wanted to feel even better and there was a
part deep inside me that seemed to be promising that if I let him.
"...yes.." I hissed and he immediately went to work. His cock slammed in
and out of me and I lost myself entirely to it. I don't even remember
the kinds of noise I must have been making before I reached orgasm. It
washed over me and I felt free for a few moments. I sat back panting.
"You fucked me!" I yelled as if I hadn't known it. John began to rub my
ears suddenly.
"Yes, and you asked for it..." he said as I felt myself going limp...I
felt sleepy. I tried to protest, but in a few moments I had laid back
down and dozed off.
When I awoke I felt warm and sleepy, but not the grumpy kind. The happy
dazed sleepiness where you just want to lie in bed and cuddle. I wrapped
my arms around...
It was then that I noticed that someone else was there and I was
cuddling them. Worse, they were lying on me like a pillow! Their head
was nestled between two enormous pillowy breasts that had not been there
when I had fallen asleep. I was a little angry and frightened, but the
sleepiness kept me from doing much.
"Wha...*yawn*...are you doing?" I asked in a daze, cuddling the man
resting on me. It was surprisingly comfortable.
"I'm checking to see how soft you are. These new H-cup titties are even
softer than a real womans, and far more pliable and resilient. You are
an excellent bit of furniture if I do say so myself," John said. It was
him again. I wanted to throttle him and I began to move a little faster,
my arms moving towards his neck. I managed to get a grip and squeeze his
neck. He struggled for a few moments and broke my grip. He leapt off the
bed, coughing.
"Well well, seems the programming hasn't quite finished its course. It's
okay, we have just the thing," John said as he grabbed another needle. I
began to rise and tried to use the covers as a shield. He moved away
from the bed and opened a drawer to produce what appeared to be a rifle.
"Now we can do this the easy way of the hard way. The easy way hurts
much less..." John said. I covered myself in the blanket, feeling like
crying... or dozing off to sleep.
"You've turned me into some kind of squishy, purple.... Sex toy!" I
shouted. John shook his head.
"Dave, Dave, you signed up for this job. It's obvious you don't have
much ability to support yourself. Like this, you'll be sold only to the
richest men in the world, who will take care of you- you're very
expensive," John said. I didn't want to hear some rationale of how this
was good for me- I wanted to be turned back!
"I don't care! I'd rather be a poor man, than a girl...thing!" I said.
John pressed a button and a large mirror opened up on the ceiling. He
lowered the rifle and set it against the wall.
"Take a moment to look at yourself Dave. You're stunning! A work of art
and manufacture! Any man would want to have you now!" John said and he
backed away from the gun. Nagging curiosity drew my gaze to the ceiling
and I saw the strange, alien beauty I had become. Bow like lips were
drawn into a gasp of surprise, large purple eyes gazing in shock, two
enormous breasts revealed just slightly, while a mane of light purple
wavy hair cascaded down framing the flawless face that I now wore. I
stared into it, lost in the strangeness of it all.
"Rather remarkable. Still, while almost a perfect body, it's still far
too easy for a mishap to occur. So, easy way or hard way?" John asked as
he retrieved the rifle and held the needle. I stared into the bedding.
"Easy," I said and offered my arm. I told myself at the time that I
wasn't resigned to my fate, that I was just making things easier for
when I would escape. The needle slipped in with little pain and I find
myself getting weaker and sleepier.
This time I woke up sleepy and alone in the bed. I shifted about a
little, but something felt wrong. It was hard to place my finger on just
what had happened, but I knew something big had changed.
"I would like you to raise your arm," I heard John say. I turned to face
him, but I couldn't lift my head. I tried to prop it up and my arm
seemed to just slither and drag. My bones were gone- I was a ragdoll. I
struggled a moment longer before I merely started to cry and blubber.
"Oh, there there my little pillow. You will be able to move again when
properly stimulated," John said as he stroked my head. The touch of warm
flesh made me feel a little better. He then stroked my large breasts and
tweaked the nipples. The tingling shot through me in all directions, the
lightning like sensation seemed to awaken something in my dead legs and
arms- they both grew harder inside until I could weakly wiggle my
fingers and flex my arms. I was so happy just to move I barely even
worried that I was being molested again. John slipped into the bed again
and I found myself giving him a hug even as he hugged me.
"This was the last test- we're ready for production now, and it's all
thanks to you my little purple cutie. I think we should celebrate," John
said and his mouth clamped over a nipple and began to suck even as his
hands softly squeezed my ass. I was once again enraptured, the nipples
on my new breasts even more distracting than before and I felt myself
get wet almost instantly. His excitement was exciting me and I wrapped
my weak spongy arms around him.
"...what...production..." I asked weakly and he chuckled.
"The line wasn't ready yet, even with all the models we'd made. You were
the last step, the happiest little bed warmer ever, without worries of
any kind of escape. Your new 'bones' are just little fluid sacks that
fill when you're with your master. We can convert all the models to this
new set up and start shipping them out," John explained and he kissed me
on my lips. My lips tingled in a fashion similar to my nipples and my
pussy and I worried a little at just how much of my new body was
enhanced to heighten pleasure.
The hardness in his crotch poked at me only once before I spread my legs
as wide as I could to receive him- which was pretty wide considering my
more fluid new body. John thrust himself hilt deep, pushing me open,
and rubbing against insides made to keep a girl enslaved to whoever
could stimulate them. I purred and pulled him to me, squishing my soft
pillowy tits into his chest. He pushed slowly and softly into me, the
torturously slow pace making me shiver as he began to hold me.
"Oh, my little lucky Penny, my prototype purple pillow person. You saved
my life. If I hadn't succeeded with you, my bosses would have put me in
with the other experiments, but you were the key. How do you feel my
little Penny?" John said softly as he glided in and out of me. It was
hard to reply rationally.
"Good! Goodgoodgood..." I babbled, pushing my hips into his thrusts,
pushing him further inside me. He smiled and gave me a sweet little
kiss.
"Well, since you're a prototype, I think I'm going to take you home with
me. You can live in a nice warm bed and I can make you feel this good
every night," John told me. I clung to him, caught up in the feelings.
"Mmm, warm," I said as my legs wrapped around his own to avoid the chill
of the air in that room. John chuckled and picked up the pace. My
titties shook and I moaned. I felt a spurt of hot liquid line my insides
and my vagina clenched around him. I quivered in his arms and felt
myself getting soft again. The last thing I felt was his fingers gently
rubbing my ears.
I awoke in his apartment. Every day I sleep save for brief periods of
love making, cleaning, and meals, occasionally being suspended in a
comfortable sleepy feeling. John lays upon my breasts, my midsection,
and even my ass as all of them were made to be quite comfy. I grow more
and more attached everyday and look forward to him curling up in bed
with me, fucking me, or even feeding me. I haven't tried to escape for
months and sometimes he wakes me up to watch television with him or talk
about his day.
The rest of the line came out on schedule. I wonder about the others out
there like me, if they were men or women originally, whose beds they
warm, if they are slaves to kind masters, and if they are as comfortable
in the role as I am. John sometimes speaks of other projects, of women
that live in showers and act like sponges, and other equally
manufactured human sex toys.
I've become more and more submissive and found that both my anus and
mouth were altered to provide more pleasure to myself than in a normal
woman, and I work to put these tools to best advantage. I try to make
John cum before I do, as hard as it is, and to make him appreciate just
how talented a fuck toy I've become. I want him to love me, because as
bad as it is to be someone's favorite toy, I certainly don't want some
sponge girl in the shower to replace me.
Cheryl
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