The doctor takes his time with the machine, adjusting settings here and there while he stared down at his captive upon the table. As Jade became more lucid, her eyes grew wider as her surroundings became more distinct, yet increasingly, terrifyingly, unfamiliar. Her breathing grew quicker as panic began to burn away the haze she felt from her short slumber. She willed herself to move and sluggishly her body reluctantly bent to her will, but the moment she did so the doctor gave her a wicked grin and gave a switch on her table a flick. A glass case built to conform to the cushioned table rose up just as she got onto her side. She let out a moan of a "no...." but her hand met glass, squeaking against the rising glass as she weakly pushed on it trying to get it to stop! But to no avail.
"No please!" she pleaded, banging a fist against the glass, but the doctor only continued to gaze at his device, a soft smile playing his lips. "Don't worry dear... you will be quite useful in the world to come. And... you will not be alone." As she continued to bang on the glass, he placed his machine on top of the glass case, and activated it.
As Jade continued to bang, she didnt notice a thing until her 4th slap on the glass. She gazed in horror as her fingers... were slowly receding into her palm. Thinking it a trick she tried to grab her shrinking fingers with her other hand but... they too, were shrinking. It wasnt fast but, slow, and painless. As she passed what was now just finger-less palms over where her fingers had been, she quickly kicks off her shoes to find... yes... her toes were gone two... and her feet were retreating into her ankles as she gazed at them.
Looking up at the doctor in fear, she swallowed as he saw that he was quite enjoying this. She tried banging again, but found her reach stunted. No longer with palms her forearms were now half the length they used to be, and another quick check of her legs confirmed a similar sight. As they shrunk, she felt beyond her dread... a sort of morbid, increasingly hot, feeling. Chest heaving, she felt the sensations pushing her to breath heavily, and her face grow red. As blush appeared, she tried to reach for her plush lips.... but gone to the elbow... as well to the knee... there was no reaching it now.
"Don't worry," the doctor coos, walking around and examining her increasingly exotic change. "You will be satisfied soon enough, just a little more." She moans... her stumps wigging about as she tried to reach, but soon she had nothing but smooth shoulders, and a rather round hourglass waist... but nothing more. She squirmed, wiggling her torso about uselessly, but she was now completely immobile. It was then, that the glass casing opened, and the doctor ran a hand over her skirt. "Toys, don't need clothing." And with a effortless yank, it came off followed by a gasp from his victim.
"Pleassse." she moans. "Turn me back... I... I have a life! Please!" But even as she said it she couldn't help but feel that it was a lie. She looked away trying to deny her feelings but as she lay there... a desire for the doctor to... examine her... to feel her dominated her mind. As it slowly etched away at her thin vernier she bit her lip, and gazed down at her shirt. Was it just her... or had her breasts increased in size? They had, and even as she watched, she could feel her shirt slowly sliding across her belly as they took on a sizable D size. The doctor could only chuckle.
"You seem to be enjoying it already." He chuckles, and being a little lazy he activates another useful feature, and her shirt vaporizes into thin air. She gasps as she feels cool air playing about her body. Then, a hand touched where her leg had been, and she gasps at the sensation. "Ah... there we are... lets make you more... stretchable."
"Stretch... a...a..." but as she tried to finish the word, she found it increasingly harder to move her jaw. She tried to wiggle her torso once more but... even that too became difficult. She felt herself getting softer... her insides seemingly blending together, and soon she couldnt move at all. She could still see... hear, and feel the table below her but... she was now, a living rubber sex doll.
"Lets get a good look now..." and slipping a hand under her head, the doctor lifts her, and she feels the most intense feeling thus far. The doctor bent her head, it easily bending under his strength, and she could see now that her skin had taken on a rather uniform skin tone. She was a soft, rubber sex doll... her body wiggling about on its own, and the sensation was beyond intoxicating. If she could have, she would be making quite the sight of herself...
"Now... what shall we do with you?" The doctor ponders.