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Anata popped the sex doll's valve, taking a deep breath for exhaling into the doll's chest. I can't wait to be used.. I can't wait to be used.. I can't wait to be used..

"How's the display coming along, Anna?" Conley called from the cashier's desk. Anata shook a few stray locks of auburn hair from her eyes.

"Well, it's okay so far. This sex toy is really weird.. You uh.. You said it's a real person?" Anata called back, slipping a pair of taut black latex pants over the toy's fake female gender.

"Yeah. Why? Did it talk or something?" Conley laughed from the other side of the store, stocking a tall glass cabinet with new bottles of lubricant.

"No.. It's just. It's warm, you know?" Anata yelled back with a sigh. It was hard to get the toy to sit right, but the strange nature of the doll gave it some personality.

"Mhm.. Hey, can you come here a moment?" Conley muttered. Anata's heels clacked against the wooden flooring.

"What's up? Whoa.. What is that?"

Conley held a bottle of yellow lubricant in his hands. "It's a special mix. Listen, I need some help from you. Remember how I talked about the sex doll guy and how it was pure luck that I managed to get him? Well, you're going to have to help me make this work."

Anata wasn't stupid. In fact, she was sort of inspired by Conley's story of magic. Perhaps she'd get to see it happen? "What did you have in mind?"

Conley explained his plan with excellence. Anata had always found herself attracted to her bosses, but Conley was so graceful.. The plan was quite simple. Offer the next customer the bottle for a cheapened price and ask them to give it a try in the bathroom. It was an unreliable plan, actually. But if Conley was half as powerful as he said he was, he'd find a way to make it work.

"Sounds good. So.. uh. Hmm. Okay." Anata muttered, still thinking of a way that the plan wouldn't fail. Conley retreated into the staff bathroom, fitting it for the plan and leaving Anata to tend the store.

It was almost an hour before a customer actually entered the store. By then, Conley had made the bathroom a perfect trap, returned to his office and started reviewing his emails.

. Anata peaked her head up from her phone's bright screen, watching a tall woman with blonde hair cross the wooden floor. "Hey.. uh. Do you guys uh.. Sell lube and stuff?"

Anata gave the girl a sheepish smirk. "Yeah, we do! Uh. I actually think we have some for sale."

The woman crossed her arms. "I.. um.. Well, what do you have that's for sale?" The woman looked ready to sprint toward the cabinet of lube, glowing like a heavenly vendor for sexual elixirs. But instead, Anata pulled a relatively large bottle of yellow lube out from the glass, placing it on the counter.

"That's.. a lot of lube. Do.. do you make this stuff here?" She asked, looking over the bottle's label.

"Yep! And nobody leaves disappointed. Actually, it's pretty normal for people to test it in the bathroom. Just to uh. See the consistency and whatever else. This one is cherry flavored, I think."

The woman seemed surprised and interested. "Hmm.. That sounds good. How much is it?"

Anata shrugged. "I think it's on sale for four dollars right now."

Andria's aqua eyes lit up. "Oh, that's perfect!" Anata's lips curled with delight. "Great! So, uh. Did you want to try it in the bathroom? Just to make sure it won't cause a rash or anything?"

At first, Andria was perplexed by the question. "Well.. Yeah, that would make sense. Here, I'll pay first." She unzipped her purse and fished out a crisp bill, placing it on the counter. "So, where's the bathroom?"

Anata slipped the cash into the register and came around the counter. "It's just back here, if you'd like to follow me?"

Well, I might as well try it down there.. I don't see why not..

Andria nodded and followed Anata behind the counter. Through the door was a small storage room, immediately to her left was the bathroom door. Anata swung the door open once Andria was out of the way. "Sorry about the tarp, we're doing some renovation back here." Anata said with a sly smirk, giggling as she left Andria to her business.

Conley glanced up from his laptop as Anata stepped inside. "What's up? Did somebody buy it?"Anata nodded, giving Conley a wide grin.

"She's in the bathroom right now, trying it." Conley's jaw dropped.

"Oh my god. You're a better saleswomen than Krista! Hmm. You should flip the sign on the door, we don't want any customers wandering in while we bottle this girl."

Anata glowed with excitement. "I'll get right to it! Thanks, Con!"

In the bathroom, Andria read the label of the lube again. She popped the cap and squirted some of the stuff into her hand, accidentally pouring far too much of it into her palm. On the bright side, the stuff had a nice cherry smell and felt warm in her hands. She sat herself on the toilet and evenly coated her hands, her fingers tingling with warmth as she applied the thick lubricant over the lips of her womanhood.

She gasped as she wiped her hand over the now slick surface of her nether region. The warmth and the tingling made it feel as though it's very surface was vibrating. Eager, Andria grabbed the bottle and squeezed a larger amount of the stuff onto her palm, massaging it into herself.

Glrk! Slop!

Andria's eyes instinctively rolled back, her legs folding in ecstasy while she rubbed more of the gel over her smoothed gender. A thick drop of the lube slid down her crotch and along her leg. However, she paused only to apply a more generous amount of the potent lube.

Light-headed, Andria felt like her legs had become rubber; flexible and smooth. Her cork sandals slipping from her tilted feet and onto to the tarp on the bathroom floor, along with a larger ball of lubricant; the lips of her womanhood having become rather shiny and translucent, as well as vulnerable to touch.

The lust-consumed girl swiped a hand through her hair, soaking it with the solution. Moaning and lewd, she wiped her still-slick hand across her bosom, rubbing a breast before applying more of the strange gel to her shortened fingers. Her body felt alight with pleasure, her teeth chattering and her ladyhood full of the liquid vibrator. A larger, golf-ball sized gob flew from her groin and toward the floor as she continued to writhe in pleasure.

Anata hesitated as she stepped into the back room, having returned from closing the storefront. Sounds of dripping mixed with the groans of earthy lust seemed to come loudly from the woman inside the bathroom. It was unsurprising, but still startling for the employee, who quickly made her way into Conley's office.

Ohh.. It feels so good.. How could it feel so good?.. Don't care.. just..

Glop! Splat!

A much larger glob of honey-colored lubricant splattered across the tarp. Andria's skin tone seemed to grow almost shimmery as her womanhood seemed to melt; the gel having coated it so smotheringly. Her right hand hand probed her hole repeatedly, not thwarted by the unusual sensation that had taken over. Each time she prodded she shuddered, and was reminded of her cool temperature. Her fingers never ceased growing shorter as her hand grew shakier with each push.

Mmm..

Half of her groin slowly slunk off the lid of the toilet seat, gradually slipping off the plastic onto the tarp below. Andria recklessly continued to probe the jelly-like vagina she seemed to possess, no longer reaching for the bottle. Instead, she forced her dissolving fist into herself tirelessly, her hand and arm turning becoming transparent, with a slight yellow hue. Any signs of veins or true substance slowly washing away, her hands like gelatin. The tarp had collected quite a fair amount of the girl's genitals-turned-lube as she continued to fist herself.

No longer satisfied by her continuous efforts, Andria pushed her fist even further into her own hole; until her elbow faced the door. The melting woman's hair felt heavy, as pea-sized drops of what she assumed to be sweat dripped down her chest. Each drop gaining mass as they slid from her body and onto the black tarp. Another chunk of her former womanhood; which lost more mass by the second, slipped onto the tarp and splattered loudly, her sex quickly becoming a jiggly mass. The powerful smell of cherries filling the back room.

As Anata waited in the corner reading one of the many specialty magazines the store sold, the sound of splattering lube drew her eyes toward the door of Conley's office. She grimaced, wondering what it might be like to succumb utterly to her own lust.

Andria gave a long sigh as she rested her slippery, melting head on the toilet's tank, moaning and forcing her arm further and further into herself, until she was forced to curl up even further. Her feet dripped like melting ice, drops of lube slowly falling to the floor. Her toes completely indistinguishable from the large puddle of goo growing only larger on the tarp.

Splut!

The ball of her left foot stretched and oozed over the toilet's bowl, down to the tarp and mingling with the remains of her womanhood's lips, having melted almost completely. Andria's hair slowly clung together and dripped from her head, pooling on the toilet's tank.

Her right arm vanished within herself and yet she craved for more. Her other hand seemingly melded with her left breast, gradually turning transparent along with the rest of her torso. She paused, looking upon her melting legs, golf-ball sized drops of lube sliding down her waist and onto the lavatory floor.

Can't.. feel.. arm.. still.. horny.. Ungh!

She rubbed her left heel across her remaining womanhood, causing it to collapse and spill lube onto the floor.

Gloop! Splat!

Ohh! Ungh.. feel.. so hollow.. still.. can't reach..

Her legs spread wider and wider, sliding and dripping against the bathroom walls as they gradually lost attachment to her. Andria's womanhood left as nothing but a crater still dripping lube, as it continued to cave in and slide off the toilet. The crevice created by her insistent fisting having hastened the transformation of her midsection by a fair amount.

Squelch! SPLAT!

Ohh.. That felt.. good..

Her left leg, having melded into a largely unrecognizable load of lube, slid down the wall and splattered around the toilet; her right leg likely to follow suit as it slowly slipped over the sink's counter and toward the tarp taped to the floor.

Andria's torso sank forward, leaving the puddle of lube that was still partly her hair atop the toilet's tank, her hair now a short golden bob made of goo.

Glrrrrrk.. SPLAT!

Andria was correct in her earlier thought, her entire right leg splattered across the floor and only her goopy knee reaching the tarp. The rest coated the uncovered concrete behind the width of the bowl. It felt strangely pleasing, almost as pleasing as rubbing her clit, when large chunks of her body melted away.

For some reason, the concept of destiny constantly rolled through her mind between the waves of other-worldly pleasure, onset by her body's hastening decay into the lubricant she once applied so generously.

The former-woman's breasts slid down her chest as she fell flat onto the toilet seat. Her left side weakening from the weight of her arm, having melted into her body, now as jiggly and formless as her legs and womanhood before. A warm tingling replaced the hollow feeling, as that part of her collapsed completely and fell to join with the rest of her body on the tarp.

Andria longed to be with the rest of herself, even though that meant succumbing to be nothing more than a puddle. Her wish seemed assured to be granted. Her entire torso slid off the side of the toilet seat, most of her luckily coming in contact with the portion of the floor actually covered by the tarp.

GLORP!

SPLOOSH!

Her torso splattered across the floor. Unfortunately, the almost formless bowling-ball sized head seemed to pour off the tarp and onto the concrete floor, spilling over it and combining with the dirt left over from multiple bad cleaning jobs. Her thought became bubbly and and as messy as the floor her former head had begun to cover with lube.

Conley & Anata began the clean-up job as soon as the noises completely ceased. Anata was aroused by the potent smells of sex and cherries, but immediately her thoughts of being changed were twisted at the sight of the woman's former head, her glassy eyes still somewhat visible in the murky honey-like lube.

Bottling was processed in under an hour, the woman fitting into about nine or so medium sized bottles, each one labeled with care. Experiencing the ordeal had only increased Anata's interest in the subject of magic. And Conley promised to accompany her to a meeting with his father, the warlock.