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An elongated, bowling pin-shaped butt plug, made with seamless lime-green rubber of some kind, sat on Conley's desk.

"You.. made a dildo?" His employee asked. Krista was a smart girl, but this was the first time she had ever seen him use magic.

"It's not a dildo, dimwit. It's a butt plug. And that's not the point anyway. It's enchanted. Well, cursed." Conley replied, adjusting his transparent latex gloves. For sanitary reasons, he had put them on for the process.

"So, let me get this straight. Your father said it was totally cool for you to just.. Take one of the products we sell for like, what. Thirty bucks? And curse it? And then sell it for a third of the price? Sounds stupid to me." Krista said, her words loaded with snark.

"Yes. It goes deeper then that. Which reminds me, why aren't you watching the store?" Conley replied with a shit-eating grin. The kind of grin only a true Pontius could give.

As Krista rolled her eyes, Conley piped up. "Hold on a second. Take this with you." Conley slipped the toy back into it's plain cardboard box and handed it to the employee. She was dressed as freely as Conley allowed. Mostly because Conley loved how she dressed. Fishnet stockings, a frilly black skirt, a black and white striped sweatshirt. She was borderline terrifying for a goth girl.

"So, remind me. You want me to point this out to the first person who comes wandering in? Isn't that going to come off as strange?" Krista asked, taking the box from the table. "And what if they open it in store, what then?"

Conley pulled the glove off his right hand slowly. "Well. If they ask questions or decline to buy it, that's okay. Just carry on like it's any old customer. If the open it in store, I hope they wash it before using it. I don't want to discuss how magic works with you."

Krista frowned. "I've worked here for three years. This is the first time magic has even been brought up. I'm still not even sure if you're lying to me or not. You've got that grin, though.." She sighed and carried the box out. Conley's office was really temporary. It always made her giggle when she had to speak with him in it.

The office was a single folding table and an overly fancy desk chair, which Conley had apparently bought himself. The walls of his office where covered by tall metal shelves, filled with merchandise and stock. Whenever the story got a shipment, they had to open the large garage door that made Conley's eastern wall.

Krista shut the slim red door behind her, walking around the counter and over to another folding table. This one had a small piece of paper taped to the end. It read, in red marker, 'SALE ITEMS'.

She placed the brown box on the table and looked over the other stuff. A novelty tin of cock-shaped mints, a latex blouse that was evidently too small for anyone of a regular size. A gas mask that was meant to be used for something far less popular than Conley had originally imagined.. The table was like an island of misfit sex toys. And now the cursed butt plug was with them.

Movement caught Krista's brown eyes. A man with light brown hair was peaking through the display window, looking over the various goods. He came around through the door looking a little confused and curious. Brendan looked over the hanging fetish garments, only to be surprised when he nearly bumped into Krista.

Krista chuckled. "Hey slick. What brings you to Pontius Goods? You look like you've never seen anything like this before." She questioned him almost sarcastically. Brendan could feel his heart beat with a little bit of anxiety.

"I.. I was j-just..." Krista cut him off and gave him a toothy smile. She loved the shy ones. "You're obviously here looking for a sex toy. So.. uh. What floats your boat? Socks? Gas masks?" She lifted up the bargain gas mask, almost forgetting about the cursed toy. "Rocks painted with little hearts?"

The clerks' atrocious attitude began to annoy Brendan. "I-I'm.. I'm looking for a.. a.."

"Yes, go on." Krista arched an eyebrow. Brendan took a long sigh. "I'm looking for a butt plug."

Krista's expression lit up. "Oh really? I didn't take you for the man loving type. Lots of surprises in this store.."

Brendan looked over the table and over the store as Krista began to babble mindlessly about ex boyfriends and bisexual lovers. He wasn't really sure what he was looking for. He hardly even knew how they worked. Well, he understood enough to know it goes in his ass, but that was it. Already, he was blushing. Craig was such an asshole.

"So uh.. We've got one here for sale." Krista ended her long-winded discussion with herself. She handed Brendan a simple brown cardboard box. "Go ahead, open it up and take a look. It's on sale for dirt cheap."

Brendan hesitated. "Well, I.. I don't want something cheap. I just.. uh." Krista smirked and patted him on the shoulder. Brendan flinched in response. "Relax, guy. This is like, the best quality you can buy for such a cheap price. It's only about six or so inches long, perfect for somebody who doesn't use them very often.. You look like you don't. Uhm. My old boyfriend, Gary, he used to use one just like this, I-"

Brendan rolled his eyes. "I'll take it." He hadn't even checked to see what was inside the box. Krista gave Brendan an assuring smile and lead him toward the register. The cashier's desk was made of a fine glass and metal, filled with a variety of multicolored objects with brand names, custom pieces made of chrome and a few chastity items that made Brendan cringe at the thought of use.

"That'll be ten dollars. Well, fifteen if you want a small bottle of lube. I'd suggest it." Krista muttered, stretching her hand out for the cash. Brendan sighed angrily as he checked his pockets for the cash, dropping two scrunched up bills into the woman's hand.

"I'll take that as a yes to the lube, then?" Krista said with a equally rude tone. The bottle was the size of the shampoo samples you might get at a motel, although a little taller and a little wider. "Alright. Have a nice day." Krista muttered as the man turned away, his shoes clacking against the wooden floor.

"Conley! I sold it!" Krista shouted, following her words with a cackle. "Good! I'm going out. What did the guy look like?" Conley yelled back, stepping up from his office chair.

Brendan sighed as he stepped through the door, taking a long drag of the winter air. It was nice to be out of that place, that was too hot and stunk like latex and sex. Although he knew that he'd probably smell a little similar when he was finished using the thing. Thank goodness the toy came in such a plain box. His apartment wasn't far from the store, just down the street.

Little did he know that the store's manager had followed him, nodding his head and slipping through the apartment door after Brendan, who mistook him as a resident. Conley watched from around the corner as Brendan passed through the threshold of his home.

Brendan was anxiously eager to try the new toy, despite having just got it hope. The bet was simple, according to Craig. All Brendan had to do was buy the toy, use it, and then somehow prove it to Craig. And luckily, Craig wasn't home to tease him. Brendan slipped his bedroom door shut and sat on the corner of his bed, hastily taking off his winter layers and stripping down to his boxers. He left his clothes in a heap on top of his hamper.

Brendan caught his breath and prodded his computer tower's power button, the screens flashing to life as the tower whirred. Within a few minutes, Brendan was surfing Google in his boxers, searching for an answer to the question of proper usage. Although most of the answers brought him to cringe, he still entertained the possibility of enjoying the experience. Brendan grabbed the box and popped it open, carefully retrieving the six or so inch long toy. It was simple, smooth and looked comfortable enough.

Brendan wondered exactly how long the toy was, but judging from what the sites said, this was more than small enough for a first time. The toy looked alien, with a flared base and an elongated egg-shaped body.

He slipped his socks off and crawled onto his bed with the toy in one hand and the bottle of lube in the other, popping the cap on the bottle and squirting some of the lube into his hand. It was thick and easy to apply to the toy, which had a certain allure that Brendan couldn't place.

Now was the hard part. Brendan laid back against the pillows and raised his rump into the air, spreading his legs as he carefully pushed the tip of the toy into his hole. The cold rubber and lube made Brendan shiver, but as he pushed the toy in, the discomfort was replaced by a full feeling, and pleasure.

PLOP!

The sound startled Brendan, who frantically glanced between his legs. He could feel that the toy was still inside, and as he moved around, he could feel the toy move as well. What concerned him was the utter lack of pain, an intoxicating haze washing over him as he decided to remain still.

.. Prt!

Brendan flinched as a simplistic plastic air valve burst fourth from his naval, replacing it utterly. Unlike a child's pool toy, the valve had no warning instructions or safety notices. Brendan winced as the strange full feeling and the pleasure combined made him feel hollow and ticklish. He felt his toes tingle, going numb or something, and feared the worst.

Tsss.. Crrk! Pffrt!

Brendan's odorous feet shifted and bulged, swelling into shiny plastic socks with his ruddy skin tone. His legs grew stiff and bulged, seemingly lighter than before as the hollow sensation began to infect the rest of his body, from Brendan's now non-existent toes, to his chest thus far. As his legs painlessly changed, Brendan observed seams grow from his legs, the kind that normal inflatables might have. The discovery made Brendan even more fearful.

His averagely sized package seemed to be avoided by the transformation, which left the rest of his lower body as inflatable. The transition from flesh to plastic was like a rash over Brendan's chest, quickly consuming it and leaving him with a pair of pink plastic nipples and a squiggle of printed brown, replacements for the real things. His arms stretched on their own, forcing him into a pose reserved for cheap sex toys.

Brendan's temperature seemed not to bug him anymore, no doubt a result of his now hollow plastic body. His hair quietly changed into strands of brown plastic, his face shifting like water. Brendan's lips curled into a signature O shape, which he would expect from any traditional sex toy. An eagerness began to engulf his mind, devouring his fear and anxieties, replacing them with a potent desire to be used, his head quickly turning inorganic and fake, like the rest of him. The doll sat still as Brendan's last vestiges of humanity began to change, his anus and his gender.

Squart! Thump!

Brendan struggled to think about something other than being used by a variety of men and women, his rear hole sealed air-tight with a soft pink liner, similar to the kind in his mouth. The butt plug had fallen out, rolling onto the carpeted floor. Next, the unlucky consumer's phallus began to deflate, wrinkling as it turned to nothing more but pink plastic, inverting into a third hole, large enough to fit a replaceable vibrator or dildo.

The doll's last thought was invaded by another's will. I can't wait to be used, I can't wait to be used, I can't wai- You will serve us well. I'm sure you'll enjoy your new life.

Craig returned to his apartment only fifteen minutes after Brendan ceased to be human, having gone out to visit a friend upstairs. Inside, he immediately cracked open Brendan's door, only to find an obscurely life-like doll sitting on the bed, a butt plug laying on the floor nearby.

Well, that's weird.. I guess I owe him.. Hmm.

Conley knocked on the apartment door. Craig answered, with the toy and doll in hand. He had assumed it to be Brendan or perhaps one of his friends from earlier, not the guy who ran the sex shop down the street.

"I see you've got two of our faulty products. I'm here to take them back, but I can offer you a refund. You see, the male sex toy you've got there is-"

Craig laughed and handed the man the obscure objects. "Just take 'em. I made a bet with my friend about using a toy, you know. I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I returned them for him. That aside, I owe him like fifty bucks."

Conley smirked and nodded, taking the newly made toy-boy and butt plug from Craig's arms, carrying them out into the cold.