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Part 1
I woke with the sun shining right into my eyes. Despite the glare, I
smiled as I remembered a dream I had the previous night. I remembered
giving one hot guy a blowjob while another rammed me in my pussy with his
huge cock from behind....
I gasped and sat up with a start.
I remembered what had happened last night, finding my mind magically
transfered from Jasmine's body to Candi, a huge titted porn star. And
then discovering that Barry could control me, turning me into a sex
crazed slut.
I needed to get out of there, as soon as possible. Even last night I
could tell that Barry was telling the truth, that slowly I'd become
accustomed to being in this body, and not only accepting but embracing
being a sex object for men. I had to get myself back to Columbus and
deal with that bitch Rachel, who obviously was the cause of me and
Jasmine swapping bodies in the first place.
First, I had to make some sort of plan. I'd need some way to get out of
the house, since I apparently couldn't walk out on my own. Nor could I
call my friends for help, since I couldn't remember their phone numbers.
I guessed that calling directory assistance wouldn't help either. I
picked up the phone next to the bed and tried. When the recording came
on asking for a name, I couldn't say anything. Out of frustration I
slammed the phone down. I guess Rachel wasn't that stupid.
I got out of bed. In my stupor overnight I seemed to have put on a black
silk teddy, which tented out from my chest due to my huge breasts. There
appeared to be no sagging whatsoever, although the pressure on my
shoulders due to the weight made the need for some sort of support
obvious.
Seeing some sort of letter at the foot of the bed, I picked it up and
read it.
"Good morning Candi. I'll be back by soon. You can choose what to wear
for your video shoot this afternoon, but wear something sexy. Or else.
You know what I mean. --- Barry"
I crunched the ball up in a ball in frustration and thought to myself.
I'd have to make my move somehow when we were out of the house, but when
Barry wasn't ready. I figured the best way to do it was to play along
until given the opportunity. Hopefully that would happen before the
changes coming over me eliminated my resistance to my fate.
The first thing I needed to do was have a shower. I took off my silk
teddy and examined myself in the floor length mirror on the wall. Yep, I
was hot all right, and noticed that my pussy had been shaved. For a porn
star I guess that was typical. I put my hands to my chest, and grabbed
my huge breasts. My tiny hands barely covered them, and although I could
feel that they were quite heavy, there was no sagging whatsoever.
I started massaging my breasts, and began to lick my lips whispering to
my reflection, "Yeah, you want me don't you. Come fuck me now..."
With a start, I stopped myself, realizing how aroused I was already
starting to get. I was going to have to conciously try to keep my head
on an even keel until I could get out of this situation.
I walked into the ensuite bathroom and stepped into the shower to clean
myself. The water running over my breasts showed how sensitive they
were. I resisted the urge to play with myself though, constantly
thinking of ideas on how to escape. I'd need to make sure I had some
money on me at all times, which might be a bit difficult if I couldn't
get access to it. I knew that credit cards would be a bad idea...they
could trace me and possibly put me in jail. If that happened I was
likely lost.
I got out of the shower and dried myself off. Realizing that my hair
needed drying badly, I looked around and found a hair drier and began to
dry my hair. As it dried I styled it in a fashion that seemed natural to
me. The tight curls and length of my hair gave it a lot of body and
spring.
I walked over to the closet and opened to door up wide. I certainly had
plenty of selection, if I was looking for skimpy clothes at least.
Miniskirts, microskirts, tank tops, and the like. Lots of shoes, all
with at least a 2" heel.
I quickly picked out a denim miniskirt and a white tanktop and after
putting on some panties, and an enormous bra, I got myself ready. My
nail polish didn't need fixing but I did put on some makeup and red
lipstick. I really tried not to be too slutty about it, but in the end,
I think that's exactly what it ended up looking like. Finally I picked
some black 2" pumps.
Soon after I was done Barry arrived home. He took a quick glance at me
and grunted, "It'll do. Get in the car. Don't try anything funny or
you'll regret it."
I gave him a nasty glare but aquiested and headed outside to the car.
Barry obviously made a lot of money, since it looked like a nice, shiny
new red Ferarri converible. I opened up the door and got in.
Barry came back and tossed a purse to me. "You forgot this. You'll need
it afterwards." Then he put a small suitcase into the trunk of the car
and got into the driver's seat.
"Where are we going?" I asked as we drove off.
Barry just looked at me and smiled. I didn't like that smile. He put
his hand down on my thigh and massaged it a bit.
"To your video shoot," he replied. I'm sure he felt me tense up. "Don't
worry babe, you'll enjoy it. I'll make sure you do." Then he laughed.
I didn't much care for that either.
After driving for 15 minutes we arrived at the studio. I got out of the
car and Barry led me into the side entrance.
"In there," he said, pointing at a door. I opened the door and walked
in.
I walked into a room bustling with activity. Cameras were being set up
around some sort of contraption that looked like a hospital table placed
upright. There were straps at the sides and at the bottom of the upright
table.
"Go in there," Barry said, pointing at a door.
I glared at him but did what I was told. I walked into what looked like
a dressing room. I stopped suddenly as I realized what was lying on the
chair. A pink rubber catsuit. My heart started to race and I started
breathing heavilly. I didn't know why.
"Yes, you like that, don't you?" Barry said with an evil grin as he
entered the room behind me. He called out into the other room.
"Charlotte, babe, come in here and help Candi get dressed."
Barry looked at me and said, "Candi, behave."
Suddenly I felt very, very horny again. I walked over to Barry,
grinning, and kissed him. "Oh I will Barry," I said with a sultry voice.
Charlotte walked into the room carrying a bottle of lubricant. I
instinctively knew what was about to happen, so I quickly stripped naked.
She squirted some lubricant into her hands and then handed me the bottle.
I did the same.
Charlotte began to lube me up, starting with my legs, while I spread
lubricant on my front. It felt so good to feel hands rubbing up and down
my legs, on my ass, even into my pussy. I massaged my breasts, smiling
sexily at Barry, who I could tell was starting to get hard.
Charlotte helped me into the catsuit. With the lube covering my skin it
went on relatively easily. I stepped first into the legs and then
Charlotte helped pull the catsuit up. I noticed that the catsuit
appeared to be custom made, with a huge pair of 'torpedo tits', which
would encase my breasts firmly. In addition, the catsuit seemed to have
padded hips and butt. I put my arms into the catsuit arms, making sure
that my hands fit firmly into the gloves. The gloves were strange in that
the hands were rigid, the fingers together and touching the thumbs, as if
they were holding some cylinder in them. Charlotte then zipped the back
up.
She motioned towards Barry, who handed her a pink rubber underbust
corset. Charlotte was as adept as tying corsets as Sandy was, and in
fairly short order I had been laced up.
"Sit down Candi," Charlotte said, motioning towards the chair. I sat
down and became very aware of the extra padding on my ass. Charlotte
proceeded to put on a pair of knee length ballet boots. As she tied me
in, I felt my feet being more and more firmly encased and held rigid.
"Now stand up," Charlotte said, holding her hand out so I could steady
myself. I stood up and slowly walked out of the dressing room, Barry
smiling evilly behind me. It was a bit difficult to walk. This body was
obviously not entirely used to wearing ballet heels. I was definitely
not going to be making a run for it, not that I wanted to while being
under Barry's influence.
Charlotte led me over to what appeared to be some sort of table, but with
the top swivelled so that it was vertical. It was contoured, as if to
hold a woman's body and was segmented, so that different parts of the
table would be able to move, probably controlled by control panel I could
see on the other side of the device. I could also see leather
straps...two near the 'bottom' of the tabletop, and two near the sides.
"Stand on there, Candi," Charlotte said pointing at a small ledge at the
bottom of the tabletop, just enough for me to stand there on my ballet
heels. I hesitantly stepped onto the platform. Charlotte and Barry then
began to put the leather straps around me. First my forearms and then
the bottoms of my legs. Barry gave me an evil grin as he did so.
Charlotte then put a pair of some sort of objects in my ears. They did
feel comfortable, almost like headphones for an iPod. Then she put on
some sort of goggles with straps, covering my eyes. The goggles seemed
to have some sort of mini TV screen on them, instead of glasses.
I heard Barry hand her something and Charlotte said, "Open your mouth and
bend your head forward, Candi." I did so and felt her place some sort of
tube into my mouth, and then continued putting some sort of mask over my
head. The mask deadened all sound except for my breathing and the tube
prevented me from closing my mouth. Charlotte fastened the mask by tying
the laces at the back of my head. Then, I felt as if someone had put a
rather large wig on top of the mask.
Someone pushed my forehead so that I laid my head back up against the
vertical tabletop and then felt someone strap my neck down firmly but
gently. "She's ready," Charlotte said.
Then everything went silent, except for the sound of my breathing. A
moment later I heard Barry's voice in my ears. "Come back Jasmine," he
said.
I suddenly felt in control again and my heart started racing. I tried to
get out of my restraints but my neck, arms and legs were well secured.
I saw a flash as video started playing in my goggles. I felt disoriented
as I realized that I was viewing a camera attached on someone's head, and
this person was walking towards a door.
A black, rubber covered hand reached out to open the door and entered the
room. There, I saw what looked to be a life-sized sex doll. She had
pink skin, huge tits, a massive pink wig, a narrow corsetted waist and
was wearing pink ballet heels. She was struggling in some sort of
contraption that had restrained her.
It was me.
I tried again to get out of my restraints, but Charlotte and Barry had
done a good job. I wasn't going anywhere. Then I heard the mysterious
person speak.
"So this is my doll," she said dangerously. "What a wonderful gift."
The person walked over to the wall and stepped in front of a mirror. It
was a woman who looked like an amazon clad entirely in rubber. Shiny,
black rubber covered her shapely body from head to toe. Her breasts were
huge, at least as large as mine were, and her waist was also encased in a
tight corset. Her long legs were encased in thigh-high platform boots.
Seductively, she slid her hands down her sides, smiling as she did so.
Turning to her side, she admired her sleek body and I realized that she
was also wearing a massive, black strapon cock.
"Hmmm..." she said as she gently stroked her strapon. "Time to break in
my toy."
I screamed as much as I could, given the piece that was stuck in my
mouth.
The woman walked over to me and reached behind me, grabbing a control
box. She pressed one of the buttons and I began to tilt back. I
continued to struggle, which promted the woman to say, "My toy appears to
be a bit unwilling. All the better. I love a challenge. You will know
shortly who is in charge little one."
When I had become horizontal, the woman pressed another button on her
control. I saw, and felt my legs start to spread. The parts of the
platform holding my legs then tilted, moving my legs into a configuration
similar to someone who was about to give birth. Then my arms started
moving out from my body, moving into a position such that they were held
straight out to either side. My hands extended out beyond the boards
holding my arms down. The platform stopped and the woman gently stroked
my body with a finger. "I am going to enjoy this very much, little one."
Despite my panic, the dissociated feeling of the finger moving down my
body, yet seeing it occur in third person was quite arousing.
The woman moved around the table and knelt down between my legs. My
shaved pussy was exposed to her, and there was nothing I could do to stop
what was about to occur. She poked her rubber covered finger into my
pussy and began to move it in...and out...in...and out. She began
playing with my clit and my arousal shot up tenfold. The effect of
seeing "someone else" get fucked while feeling it myself was amazing.
She knelt into my pussy and began to lick my clit. Sharp sensations of
pleasure shot through me and I started to reduce my struggles. My
fingers spread out and I wanted to stretch because of the amazing feeling
of ecstacy that was flowing through me.
"Hmmm...my toy is all wet and ready for me now," the woman said sexily.
She stood up and I felt something press against my pussy. The woman
looked down, but the view was blocked by her massive tits. "Time for you
to know what it's truly like to be a doll".
She thrust her hips foward and I felt my pussy spread as her strapon
plunged into me. Back and forth she started moving her hips, thrusting
her cock further and further into me each time. A throaty moan escaped
my mouth. I could tell that the woman smiled as she said, "Oh, you like
that do you doll? "
With each thrust my arousal grew and grew. Again my curse was used
against me. I knew I had reached a point that I should be having an
orgasm, but it just wouldn't come.
The woman pulled the dildo out of my pussy and called out, "Slave One!
Come in here!"
She looked towards the door and I saw a rather muscular man walk in the
room. He was completely naked except for wearing cuffs on his wrists and
ankles and a collar around his neck.
He looked at me with hunger in his eyes and his cock immediately started
becoming erect. I struggled, in vain, against my restraints. The
dominatrix walked around the table, running a latex covered finger down
the length of my legs, my stomach and over my huge inflated tits.
She smiled. "I think this doll needs some more holes filled."
She reached down to the control panel and pressed a button. My head
begant to be pulled, not stopping until my mouth was pointing, wide open,
at the slaves huge cock.
"Fill her, slave," she said contemptuously. He reached out for my head,
and I felt his hands take a firm grip of my face as he slid his huge cock
into my open mouth.
Again, it felt odd, seeing my dolled up body giving a blow job to the
slave from the domme's point of view, while feeling the slaves cock
sliding in and out of the gag holding my mouth open. I couldn't actually
feel his cock with my tongue, but I felt each thrust against my head.
The dominatrix laughed evily. "That's better." She pressed another
button.
Suddenly I felt a pressure at my ass, some brief resistance and then I
moaned as I felt something entering my anus. I felt it fill me and then
begin to vibrate.
The dominatrix walked back to place herself between my spread legs and
slid her strapon again into my wet pussy. Back and forth the slave and
his domme slamed cocks into my orifaces while the dildo in my ass
vibrated. My arousal shot back up again and I moaned uncontrollably,
though muffled by the gag and the cock in my mouth.
While continuing to slam her dildo into my pussy the domme snapped her
fingers and called out, "Slave Two and Slave Three! Come here!" From
her point of view I saw her look to the side door and in walked two more
men, again naked with cuffs.
Well muscled and tanned, with long brown hair, the two men walked up to
either side of me, where my arms lay stretched out.
"Our little dolly is ready to service you too as well. Put your cocks in
her hands," she ordered.
The two slaves placed their huge erect cocks into my hands, and began to
use me as a handjob device. I moaned loudly as all four of them fucked
me hard. The ecstasy was incredible. I needed release so badly but it
just wouldn't come. The three men moaned as they used me like the fuck
doll I had become.
Finally the dominatrix said to her slaves, "That's it my slaves, you may
cum." On command, the three men groaned and sperm shot out of their
cocks down my throat and over my doll skin. I felt so humiliated yet so
alive. Finally, the dominatrix, raming her strap-on into my pussy
screamed and pulsed as she came. The release of my restrictions hit me
like a freight train. I've never felt so alive as I shook and screamed
as the dominatrix continued to slam into my pussy.
Finally after what seemed like ages she pulled out. Suddenly everything
went black as the video feed cut out. Then I heard whispering into my
ear, "Oh, I am going to love doing that to you, over and over, my doll."
"Barry, she's all yours," she concluded with a chuckle.
Exhaused, Barry took me home where he fucked me twice more that night,
each time reminding me what I was, and what I was becoming.
And I enjoyed it.
Oh God.
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