Toys Make the Woman
Toys Make the Woman
by Von Krieger
Traci barely made it in the door to her apartment before she virtually ripped off her clothes. She had her jacket over one arm, had unbuttoned her top coming up the stairs, had her boots unlaced at a spotlight on the drive home, and unbuttoned and unzipped her slacks walking down the hall. She was down to her bra and panties in moments.
She unfastened her bra and tossed it aside, moaning softly as she cupped her breasts, her hands tracing up and down her perfect body. She reached down and turned up the control unit clipped to the waistband of her panties, the almost imperceptible thrum of the egg vibrator inside her sex rising to a low hum that would have been audible to anyone within a five feet of her at the office.
She was such a naughty girl, a slutty, sexual, sensual creature completely devoted to her own body. She loved playing with herself, teasing herself, tormenting herself, exploring herself. Bringing her sexuality into new and interesting arenas in which she could fling herself head long into.
It was a rare occasion that Traci was as horny as she was at this very moment. Everything had arrived in the mail for the wonderful weekend she had planned. The very thought of it moistened her sex every time she thought of it at the office. As the week dragged onward it filled her mind more and more, requiring frequent trips to the ladies' room to relieve the built up pressure.
That was why she had taken a risk and had gone to work with the small vibrator stuffed into her aching cunt. She walked to the bathroom with a blissful smile on her face. She filled one of the two sinks with hot water, pumping a few squirts of soap into it. She removed her sodden panties, tossing them in the hamper. She reached into herself, gripping the egg shape with her fingers, moaning at the sensation of drawing the orb out of her hungry, eager sex. The time for even stronger pleasures was at hand, she didn't need her little friend any more.
She turned it off and brought it to her mouth, the lips of her mouth opening to welcome it as those of her sex had moments before. Traci mmmed happily as she sucked her own juices from the toy before pulling it out, licking the cord that attached it to the control unit clean as well. More soap went into her hands as she dutifully scrubbed her toy clean, than placed the waterproof item in the sink to soak.
Traci began to finger herself with one slick, soap sudded hand, two fingers inside herself, thumb caressing her oversized, engorged clit. She mentally thanked her sister once again for referring her to the offices of Doctor C.S. Baine, a woman whose medical talent spanned many areas. She worked wonders on people, though she seldom advertised. Almost all her business came from word of mouth referrals from other patients.
Traci's sister, Alicia, had gone in for a breast augmentation, and when the treatment was said and done she was stacked, having gone from almost flat, to having a pair of perfect D cups. Traci had taken an appointment out of curiosity, wondering how the doctor had accomplished the feat without any surgery whatsoever. It was just pills, injections, and 'treatments,' which were apparently something hush hush, as Alicia said she couldn't talk about them. Though she said that it hadn't hurt a bit, and was actually kind of fun.
Doctor Baine had asked Traci the things that she would like to change about herself, all of them were small suggestions. A slightly trimmer area here, a little wider there, breasts a little larger and perkier, and overall increase in muscle tone, and a decrease in body fat. And to Traci's surprise after just a few weeks of pills and biweekly injections at the doctor's office, she found her body responding, the slight shifts that she had wanted appearing slowly, her body changing at what seemed a natural rate.
It had been simply an introductory procedure, but Traci had felt incredible while on it, she wanted more. But she couldn't think of anything else. Baine had suggested an increased sensitivity regiment after Traci had undergone a sort of interest profile. She wasn't quite sure how it had happened, but she'd ended up spilling the whole thing of about how she wasn't attracted to anybody else, and delighted in pleasuring herself in new and interesting ways.
Baine hadn't thought she was weird or anything, and had made several suggestions that Traci had found fascinating. That had been a month ago, and Traci was just loving her second series of enhancements. Somehow she had become more graceful, more flexible, more dexterous. Her reflexes were amazing. Traci had accidentally knocked a glass off the counter a few days earlier, and than managed to reach out and catch it before it hit the floor.
The flexibility thing had worked as well, she could bend herself in ways that only a skilled contortionist was capable of, though there was only really one thing about the ability that she had wanted. Traci could perform cunnilingus on herself. Her tongue had gotten a little longer as well, though that hadn't been something that she had talked about with the doctor. But she wasn't complaining.
Her clit, however, had been an oddity. It seemed to be growing outward and expanding. It was about the size of a half dollar, a slight hemispherical shape to it. It looked strange, but Traci quickly found she didn't mind that either, it felt incredible to touch. Just the smallest caress was enough to make her shiver.
Traci had also found her sensitivity increasing as promised, a rubbing of hands across her breasts, rump, or thighs gave her wonderfully erotic tinglings, and her already sexually sensitive nipples were able to bring an orgasm out of her with the proper stimulation. She couldn't get enough of herself.
She had always had a powerful sex drive, it took ages for her to tire before. But now? Somehow Doctor Baine had made it so that she never wore out, never chaffed, never got the painful hypersensitivity that she'd had in the past. She could, and had twice in the past month, stuffed a vibrator into herself and left in there for days on the highest setting. The toy's batteries had given up before Traci had.
With a soft sigh Traci removed her fingers from herself, she needed both hands to carry what she needed from closet to tub. Usually she would lounge in the tub until the hot water ran out, playing with her various water toys. But she didn't want to wait any longer for the thing she'd been thinking about all week long. The shower was just to get herself clean, inside and out. Mmm... warm water...
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Twenty minutes later Traci stepped out of the bathroom, her tanned skin glistening with a few stray drops of water missed by her towel. She could barely restrain herself from running to her closet, forcing herself to walk. She opened the door, smiling down at the beautiful black latex items hanging there. Her lizard suit.
Traci had no idea where the idea had come from, usually she didn't think up things as involved as this, but the whole concept had popped into her head and lingered. She was going to spend the weekend becoming a lizard. It had cost a great deal to get the mechanics of the gloves, boots, and tail right, but it would all be worth it.
She was going to start out as a humanoid lizard, just wearing the gloves, boots, and tail, dressed in the custom jeans she'd had made. She would spend the first few hours exploring herself with slick, three fingered hands with rounded gecko-like fingertips. The tail had a piece that slid into her rump, allowing her to make it bend in different ways by clamping down on various parts of the 'control dildo' with her anus.
Both her lower orifices had developed a bit of odd musculature, Traci found that she could sort of manipulate things inside of her, move them around, allowing her to move things in, push them out, move them around inside of her. She had placed three colored balls inside her sex, and switched the order around somehow. She wasn't quite sure how she did it, the process made her just about black out with the way it felt.
As time went on, she'd don more and more pieces of the suit and inflate parts of her gloves and boots, filling them with water, making it harder to bend and move her fingers, making them more like paws. The built in restraints on the suit would prevent her from bending her legs in certain fashions, and the last phase was not being able to move them much at all. She'd be forced to crawl around her apartment on all fours like a belly crawling lizard, her nipples and her sex forced to rub against the tile and carpet flooring.
The tail went on first, the dildo sliding easily into her rump courtesy of another recently discovered oddity, her ass would lubricate itself right before she wished to insert something into it. Her sex was also the same way, secreting a slick liquid that was kind of like precum, but different. It left a slick, greasy feeling on her fingers when Traci rubbed it. She hadn't a clue what it was, but she was thankful for it. Though she still used the occasional specialty product for a certain effect, simple penetration was achieved comfortable on her own, and Traci rather liked that.
The tail was held on by straps that went around her waist, thighs, and between her legs. Traci took a few experimental steps, gasping softly as the dildo seemed to thrust in and out of her with each step as the latex creation swayed from side to side. The boots went on next, the feeling of soft, smooth latex on her skin made Traci moan softly.
Before she put her gloves on, she blew up several pink balloons. The feeling of them between her legs had been something she'd found incredible arousing the past few weeks. Her gloves went on next, and were kept in place by straps at the top. Traci would have to fumble at the straps for awhile with her clumsy lizard fingers in order to get them off.
Traci licked her lips and selected two dildos from her collection, strangely shaped ones that didn't look at all human. She was going to roleplay her 'transformation,' being fucked and mounted by fearsome lizard creatures in their nest. She tossed the two dildos on her bed, slipping into her custom jeans, and a tight white t-shirt that clung to her breasts tightly and left her midriff exposed.
The denim fit like a dream, and Traci couldn't help but fasten the button above her tail that would keep them on and look at herself in the mirror. With her clothes hiding the straps, Traci could almost believe that she was indeed in part a sexy black scaled lizardess, hungry for sex, capturing human females and dragging them into her nest, turning them into creatures like herself, eager brood whores ready to have their bellies filled with eggs.
She shivered and fell to her knees, a powerful pre-climactic tremor coursing through her body. She had no idea where that thought had come from, but it felt incredibly exciting. She wished that she knew other people interested in kinks like this, so they could roleplay it out. Traci actually wanted to fuck somebody else for once, it was a novel urge.
She shoved the thought away, concentrating on the matter at hand. She wrapped a number of the balloons in a sheet, placing the bundle on her bed. She licked her lips and pulled her pants down to her ankles, pulling up her shirt, exposing one breast as she lay down on the bed, rump in the air, belly resting atop the bundle of 'eggs.'
Traci opened her mouth, her lips engulfing the purple dildo, its twelve inches of length sliding easily into her well practiced throat, its weighted base making it perfect for oral sex, as it wouldn't 'stick' in Traci's mouth and throat, allowing her to make the proper motions of fellatio.
She moved the other to her sex, flicking the switch at the base that brought the vibrator inside to life, and shoved it roughly into her sex, making her hips buck involuntarily, which made her tail sway, which made the dildo jump in and out of her ass. She slid the base of the dildo beneath the straps between her legs that held her tail on, allowing her the use of both hands while keeping the sex toy securely between her legs.
One hand grabbed one of the free balloons nearby, placing it between her legs. Traci gripped it with her thighs, delighting in the feeling of her clit rubbing against the now slick, smooth surface of the balloon. Her other hand went to her breast, her lizard gloved hand squeezing it hard.
Mmm... it felt just as wonderful as Traci had imagined it would. She closed her eyes, letting her imagination take over, picturing herself in an earthen nest, smooth, black latex lizard creatures mating her however they could. She quickly fell into a half-awake half-asleep trance state, her dream world giving her some slight sensation.
Traci could feel the lizards slick bodies sliding over her soft human skin, their warm, thick seed, like liquid latex, filling her rump, filling her womb, filling her belly. She could just about feel her body changing, the warm, fluid feeling of her flesh warping, fingers merging and flowing to change their shape, her feet reforming, her wonderful tail pushing its way out of her rump.
She had no idea how long she remained in her dream, she quickly lost the number of climaxes she had as she was reduced to a state of animal lust. She knew that at least an hour had passed, likely two, but she kept going, imagining male lizards emptying themselves and pulling away, allowing another male to fill the vacated hole. Only a slight pain in her belly pulled her out of her fantasy.
The light blue silk sheets of her bed came into focus, her trance slipping away. Traci stopped bobbing up and down on the weighted dildo, licking her lips and removing the saliva that had gathered there. She giggled and wiped the drool from her chin and neck on the bed sheet. After one more orgasm she flicked the vibrating cock between her legs off, leaving it inside of her. All the latex like 'seed' caked on her sex would seal her to any other 'males' for awhile.
Traci rolled over on the bed, pulling her pants back up, wondering what that brief pain had been. Her stomach rumbled loudly, answering her question. She chuckled, realizing she had dreamed her way past dinner. She reached behind herself and attempted to button her jeans, but found that they felt a bit tight all of a sudden. No matter, she wasn't sure what her waist measurement would be with the belt, or if her waist would shrink or expand under Doctor Baine's therapies, so there were several button holes on the strap side.
She looked around for the balloon that had been between her legs, it ought to be slick and wet with the outpouring of her fluids. Traci loved the taste of herself and wanted to lick it clean, but strangely she couldn't find it. What was stranger was that there seemed to be only one loose balloon in sight, while there had been nearly a dozen.
They weren't on the floor, nor had they rolled under the bed. A sudden pain, sharper than the first, made Traci double over. It sent nausea reeling through her body. Her eyes water, she couldn't help but clinch her teeth together and hiss and groan at the pain. It felt like her insides were on fire, like her sex and ass were burning.
She pawed at her crotch with her clumsily gloved hands, strangely the pressure helped relieve the pain. Traci rubbed herself through the thick denim, laying down on the bed, instinctively moving her tail down between her legs to avoid harming the framework inside. She felt something weird between her legs, something round and solid, about the size of her fist. She unbuttoned the fly of her jeans, pausing in her stroking for a moment to pull them open. What she saw made her eyes widen in horror, awe, and fascination.
She looked down to see the straps from her tail had vanished, sort of. They were still there, but they weren't straps any more, the buckles were gone. The latex straps had merged with her skin, she couldn't tell where they ended and she began.
Traci ran her fingers over the place where tanned skin became black latex, and found it felt perfectly smooth, natural, there was nothing that gave any indication that the flesh and latex had once been two separate objects.
With a start Traci realized that she had felt her skin through the fingertips of her gloves hands. She pulled off her shirt in a sudden panic, then shivered. The gloves had merged with her own skin as well, their straps having vanished as well. But what what really freaked her out was the way her nipples looked, the slick, reflective black of the lizard suit.
She fumbled with the button above her tail, pulling her jeans off, kicking them aside, wanting to get a good look at her crotch. Everything was pink and black. The straps from the tail that went around her thighs had merged with her body as well, and they were beginning to fade. They didn't look like straight lines any more, they were starting to look more like markings on an animal. And then there was... that.
With a shudder, Traci closed her eyes, counting to ten, thinking that it was just another one of her trance dreams. But nothing happened, the latex remained merged with her, and the strange spherical projection from her crotch remained. It looked like her pussy had been moved onto an orb that stuck out from her body in the front. It was all pink, shiny, and glistening. Halfway between smooth, aroused, moistened cuntflesh and shiny clothing type latex.
It was impossible to stop herself, Traci found her hands going to the weird thing, gasping as her fingers touched the smooth pinkness. Her pussy lips had also become latex, colored black. She wanted to explore this odd new part of herself. The latex merged girl leaned back, lifting her legs, tucking them underneath her arms, taking one of the positions she usually used for auto-cunnilingus, but with non-sexual thoughts on her mind for once.
Traci bit her tongue as she spread the lips of her altered sex, trying to fight off the urge to start fingering herself. She found that she opened easily, stretching effortlessly. For the most part it looked normal, other than the fact that it seemed to be made entirely of black latex, but at the front and back of her sex were strange things. Where her clit used to be was what appeared to be something that looked like the neck to a balloon, but thicker.
She explored it with her fingertips, pleasurable shivers coursing through her body. It didn't seem like it led anywhere, just a reservoir or something a few inches deep. Traci could feel the contours of the strange cavity. It felt wet and gooey inside, like her sex. Not sure of what it was, she left it alone.
The other oddity was at the bottom of her sex, hidden beneath a fold of latex skin. It took a little prodding to get it popped out, but there was no mistaking what it was. It was rubbery, and translucent pink rather than the traditional clear, but it was a valve of some sort, like the kind you'd find on a pool toy.
Curiosity overwhelmed her, Traci wanted to see what it was for. She flipped it open and pinched it with her fingers, an erotic thrill coursing through her body that was only enhanced as she put her lips to it and exhaled. She felt a pleasant fullness filling her belly. She continued to blow into the valve, until she felt a little uncomfortable.
She suddenly felt a little cramped holding the position she had held effortlessly until know. Traci moved her legs back down and discovered where the air went. Her belly had increased in size, making her look several months pregnant. The skin of her belly appeared partially translucent, and slightly pinkish in color.
Her hunger pangs returned with a vengeance. Traci needed to eat NOW! That was when her eyes fell on the single remaining free balloon on her bed. She licked her lips involuntarily, grabbing the balloon, looking to bring it to her mouth, but it seemed to catch on her belly. Traci watched as the pink balloon seemed to flow into her belly, her skin growing even more pink and latex like.
Somehow she had tasted it, and it tasted wonderful. Like nothing she had ever eaten before. Her belly had also expanded as it brought in the air from the balloon into her inflated midriff. With that mere taste, Traci was suddenly ravenous. She reached underneath the balled up sheet, pulling out one of the 'nest' balloons, bringing that one to her belly as well. She giggled as it pushed into her as well.
She knew that she shouldn't do this, that she should go for help to try and fix herself, but she couldn't, she was so hungry, and it felt so good. She 'ate' every last one of the balloons. The skin of her belly and breasts becoming shiny pink latex in the process. Traci rubbed her inflated belly, shivering at the delightful sensations it sent through her body.
Her belly was inflated to the point where it was translucent, she could see into herself, and she could see nothing. No organs, no blood vessels, no nothing. Just a sea of translucent pink and some black bits inside of her in the general area where her womb was supposed to be. Traci was pretty sure she was beyond medical help now, her body now far more latex than flesh.
She bit her bottom lip, bit it hard, expecting to draw blood. But instead of the metallic iron taste that she had expected, she found the familiar taste of latex. She put a hand to her wounded lip and pulled it away, traces of transparent liquid latex appearing on her pure black skin.
Traci sighed softly, realizing she wasn't flesh and blood at all any more. She found herself becoming more and more curious about her new form, and less and less frightened. It would take her awhile to discover all the strange new things she could do with her body. There was a whole new realm of sexual sensation available to her now. Things no one had ever felt before, experiences no other woman had ever had.
She smiled, still feeling a bit hungry. She looked down at the dildo laying on the bed. It was made or rubber or latex, or something similar too, was it not? She picked up the purple faux-member and brought it to her belly, it didn't absorb into her body like the balloon did. Maybe she needed to put it somewhere else?
The latex lizard-human began to bring the dildo to her crotch, and then stopped. She smiled, wanting to see the process in action. She set the dildo down and felt for her air valve, giving it a hard pinch near the base. Traci nearly fainted at the sensation of the air rushing out of her, it felt like a continuous climax, similar to her cunt just gushing and gushing and gushing. Indeed, she felt warm wetness trickle down onto her hand from her cunny.
She gleefully watched her belly deflate, reveling in another new sexual sensation from her balloon-like body. Her tummy, which had looked nine months pregnant moments before was back to the muscled, trim, lithe shape it was a few minutes before, looking no worse for the wear from the inflation.
With a giggle Traci brought the dildo the the strange orb-like this that housed her genitals. Her theory had been correct, as the moment she brought the purple length in contact with her body, the base began to flow into her, the weighted metal piece falling away onto the bed. Oddly enough, it didn't siphon away any more than that.
A moment's thought revealed the solution. Traci pressed the blunt end of the phallic shape into the balloon neck-like space where her clit used to be. A small climax was her reward as she watched the purple member turn black as it attached itself to her. She smiled and began to stroke her new member, delighting in the new sensation.
Hmmm, but could it be removed, allowing her to go back to being female? With that very thought she lost all sensation in the length, which fell into her hand, no longer attached, but still black. She instinctively pushed it into her pussy, feeling her love tunnel pull the rod into itself, pulling the material back into her body.
Traci wondered if the dildo was lost forever or... oh! Just as she thought of it re-appearing from her sex, the toy did just that. The latex creature smiled and looked to her closet. She was never going to be without her collection of toys ever again!
But first things first, Traci thought. She had played with her new body enough for now. She needed explore herself more. She stood up and stretched a wonderful, luxurious, boneless stretch, her body extending several inches as she stretched each part of herself. It felt... good. Traci was beginning to like her altered body more and more.
She took a step forward and felt a small jolt of pleasure shoot through her as her tail swung to the side. Interesting, and fun. Traci walked to the bathroom, each step giving her a small, sexual reward. Her tail must have, in part, retained the thrusting motion that it originally was meant to have when it was just a sex toy and fashion accessory. Traci decided she just might take up jogging.
She looked at herself in the mirror, delighting in what she saw. Her entire body was most definitely latex, even her hair. She appeared to be developing a pattern of pink and black. Black on her extremities with pink markings, fading into pink with black markings as it neared her body. But she wasn't all pink and black. Most of her back, neck, head, and shoulders still retrained its human coloration.
With a chuckle Traci ran to her closet, knowing just how to fix that. All she had to do was place her hand on the remained of the lizard suit, and it began to flow into her body. She could feel it flow inside of her to the areas where it was needed, filling out her shoulders and back. All that remained was one piece, and she knew in her heart that it would have to be put on manually.
Traci picked up the lizard mask in her hands, looking into its empty eye sockets. Putting it on would be accepting what she had become, giving up on returning to a truly human form. She would be a latex lizard for the rest of her life. Well... maybe not. She might learn how to mold herself into other shapes. But she had a choice now, she could try and find help, maybe go back to the way she was. Or Traci could embrace what had happened to her, she could fully become the a living latex lizard, a walking, talking sex toy.
Without a moments hesitation she slide the mask onto her face, gasping softly as her face flowed outward to fill it. She opened her eyes, her rubbery tongue exploring her elongated muzzle, tracing over pointed rubber teeth. She felt it with her hands, running them back to where her hair used to be, now a proud, lizard's crest that ran down her neck.
She needed more mass, she wasn't quite done yet. Traci knew she could just push them out from her body again once she had eaten an article of her latex clothing. She devoured half her collection before her hunger and finally been satiated.
Traci took a step back from the closet, taller, thicker, more muscular. Her legs now digigrade, suited for speedy running. While she retained her gecko looking fingers and toes, she has also developed hard plastic claws, spikes, and horns. Her tail swayed from side to side behind her, pleasured jolts coursing though her body.
The latex lizard grinned a fanged grin, it was time to move her collection of sex toys to a much more convenient and easy to reach location...
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Time passed, maybe hours, maybe days. The lizard girl has fallen asleep in her bed, her rubbery muscles never tiring, only her mind requiring sleep to recharge, to dream, to search for new ideas in the depths of her subconscious. She has discovered more valves, one in her tailhole that makes her backside and hips take on 'ghetto booty' proportions and beyond. One underneath each arm that make draconic wings extend from her back. One beneath her tongue that makes her breasts expand, and one near the tip of her tail that makes her look more muscular, and another next to it that makes her look overweight.
With the proper toy applied, she becomes a true hermaphrodite, her cock gushing liquid latex of any color she desires. Or cocks. She had discovered several other mounting points, able to add a cock to her tongue or tail, either of her nipples, able to turn her fingertips in phalluses, or make her hands vanish entirely, taking on any of the phallic forms that she's consumed. She can also merge traits of the sex toy's she's consumed into a single member.
A soft blue glow filled the room, a six armed, black and blue scaled serpent-woman slithering into Traci's bedroom. Doctor Baine, much more comfortable in her true form, approaches the bed, the large, heavy, latex lizard's bulk easily hefted. The serpent kisses her newest pet on the cheek, drawing a happy "Mmm." from Traci.
"You have your heart's desire, pet. To never have to do anything more than pleasure and be pleasured, to feed off pleasure, to be one with your toys. To never have the stop, never needing to interrupt your heart's desire with a boring office job. I don't just give people the bodies of their dreams, dear. I give them their dreams themselves. Now, we better get going, there's a busty latex feline that can't wait to meet you." Baine cooed to the sleeping lizard.
"Murrr... Alicia..." she whispered in her sleep.
"That's right, dear." came the serpent's reply, slithering into the portal, closing behind the two without leaving a trace.