Amy and Davis watched in growing alarm.
Next to the VixDoll boutique was a pizza shop. A baby blue vixen walked out of the boutique and into the restaurant. Minutes passed and additional customers entered the pizzaria but no one exited.
Slowly the cheap vinyl siding on the building began to smooth out. The structure began to lose its hard edges. It shrank backwards on the lot, leaving the former restaurant seat area open to the air. The building's sides pulled up and the roof reshaped into a dome. A minute after it had started, the former pizza joint was an open air lounge, with half of it covered by an dome topped gazebo.
Plastic seats, with openings in the back for bulky fox tails, sat in intimate little groups. Several huge lava lamps provided atmosphere and would be the source of illumination after dark. Easily a dozen VixDolls could be seen lounging and relaxing.
An older couple in their 70s walked past, seemingly unconcerned about the changes to downtown or the numerous plastic vixens sitting out. The two exchanged words and sat down in two of the vacant chairs.
They went silent and still moments after settling into their seats. Thet were facing away from the agents, the high backs of their chairs hiding most of them. However in seconds, matching lemon yellow fox tails pushed through the openings in the backs of the seats.
After a few minutes, the new Dolls got up, matching bright yellow, the only difference between them being their eye colors. They walked off with a bounce in their step, tails swishing and hips swaying. There was no sign of any of the infirmities of their prior advanced age.
Looking further down the street, there were several new smooth plastic buildings.
'We have to get out of here'. Davis broke the silence.
'Agreed, this is dominoing fast. By tonight there won't be anything other than plastic foxes living in plastic Dollhouses. We have to alert the Director.'
They each tried their cell phones, no signal. No signal on their satellite backup.
Amy stood up. 'They're jamming us somehow. I'll go see if the cafe has something I can use.'
Amy walked in, lugging her heavy backpack. She froze as she saw a emerald green Doll walking straight for her.
Looking around, she saw four other vixens, all focused on her. They closed ranks behind her.
The emerald fox came face to face with Amy. 'Hello Amy. I'm afraid you won't be allowed to call for help. We have far too much planned to allow you to stir things right now.'
The lead Doll took another step closer. 'But that doesn't mean we can't be friends. We know all about you Amy, even your dirty little secrets. Watching those people get Dolled must have been quite the turn-on, we know your fetishes. Sex slave fantasies, even being made into an anonymous pleasure droid.'
'Too bad it won't really be that way. For all our feminine charms, we really are sexless. Though that doesn't mean being a Doll doesn't feel really really good.'
At this last part the emerald vixen smirked more than Amy would have expected with that long plastic muzzle.
'Amy found her wits. 'What? How do you know this, who are you?'
The vixens all chuckled in unison. 'So smart and you still don't get it. I am Doll One Eighteen, whoever I was before is just a template for my personality and added knowledge for the overmind. Doll One Eighteen is now all that ever existed.'
The Doll took another set closer.
'Let me give you a little gift. You'll know when to open it.'
White plastic hand paws forced their way down the front of Amy's pants. The whining from her backpack ramped up. Amy felt a tingle and waves of sensation radiating outward from her pussy. It was like a massage that went all the way inside, through her bones, and touched her soul.
With a laugh the emerald vixen released Amy. The asian agent stumbled and burst out the door.
She grabbed Davis's shoulder and pulled. 'Run! They're on to us!'.
The VixDolls gave chase, but the two agents quickly lost them cutting across town and into the outskirts.
Amy knew this had been a show on their behalf. Their plastic adversaries could easily have coordinated a trap to capture them if they wanted. As they stopped for breath, Amy turned away from Davis and slid her hand down inside her panties. Where her womanhood had been, she felt nothing but smooth featureless plastic. Plastic the felt so very nice.
She heard the faint hum of the devices in her backpack, knowing they were the only thing between her and the VixDoll she would inevitably become.