At first, Ginger thought she was just getting turned on by watching Lucy masturbate. After all, the pleasure that the other girl was experiencing was kind of really hot to watch. Lucy was moaning and writhing on the floor; more than once, Ginger had resisted the urge to go over there and join Lucy, masturbating until her mind was senseless from the pleasure.
But something weird was going on. The pleasure she was feeling right now felt like it was compounding...and she wasn't even touching herself. Goosebumps sprouted up across her skin and she felt her face flush crimson from the sudden sensation. Her nipples perked up, poking through the lingerie she'd put on. Pillow Talk Lingerie - what a name. Probably some horny dudes had come up with the name, while thinking about hot coeds hitting each other with pillows and making out.
Shit, Ginger thought, shaking her head slightly. Just thinking about that is making me feel even hornier than I was! What the fuck is going on with me?
Letting out a slight moan, Ginger looked back down at her lingerie. Was it her imagination, or was she starting to feel a little stiff? Nothing major, but, when she looked down, it felt like it took a little more effort than normal. Like her skin was tighter than it had been or something.
And...shit, why did her skin look so...
Shiny?
Ginger's mouth dropped open in surprise. There was no doubt about it. Her skin was looking shinier than it had, like she'd rubbed lotion on it or something. Except she most certainly had not.
The lingerie! It was doing something to her. She went to remove it, but--
It was like it was stuck to her skin. She tried to pull at it, but it wouldn't budge - and in fact, trying to pull at it just sent pleasurable sensations running up and down her spine, making her shudder.
"Uhhh...I can't take my lingerie off..." Ginger murmured.
Heather and Michelle looked up from where they were browsing and looked over at Ginger. Both of their mouths dropped open slightly.
"Can't be removed?" Michelle demanded.
"You look different!" Heather said.
"Yeah...I feel...different," Ginger said, closing her eyes as a sudden wave of pleasure shot up through her. A lusty moaned escaped from her lips as she squirmed in place, an orgasm making her stumble slightly. "Oh...whoa..." Ginger gasped. A second later, it was followed by another orgasm, causing her eyes to flutter upwards slightly, sending her stumbling again - and Ginger noticed that the stiffness she'd felt before was starting to get more intense - she was having trouble bending her knees and elbows properly. If it hadn't been for Heather coming over to steady her, she might've fallen over.
"Your skin feels...rubbery," Heather whispered in awe, looking down at it. Ginger looked, eyebrows shooting up - it was true. Her skin was looking more and more artificial. And it felt tight - and growing tighter with each passing moment.
"What is this lingerie doing to me?" Ginger gasped.
Michelle, upon hearing this, nervously looks down at her own lingerie. She tries to pull it off, modesty be damned - but it doesn't budge. Much like Ginger, it was stuck to her body. That was an ominous sign.
Ginger could feel another orgasm building, and she threw back her head, stumbling against Heather.
"God, this is hot..." Heather whispered, whispering into her ear. The sensation of Heather's breath on her ear made Ginger shiver even more. Heather ran her hand up and down Ginger's arm. "Your skin feels like...rubber or something. I think...Ginger, I think you're turning into a sex doll!"
Ginger moaned at this revelation. But it felt right. Already her body was feeling stiffer and more artificial. It was getting seriously hard to move on her own now, and the pleasure was continually spiking.
"I think....I think you're right...."
"That's so fucking hot," Heather whispered into her ear. "I'll be right here," she whispered further. "It's okay."
Ginger moaned, leaning into Heather. Heather leaned forward and began to kiss Ginger, who couldn't properly turn to face her. Heather gently lowered Ginger onto the floor, and then stooped down so that she was lying on top of her. A hand snaked down, managing to slip under Ginger's panties. The sensation of Heather's fingers in her increasingly artificial pussy was enough to send Ginger over the edge again, and she let out a long moan.
A shiver runs up Ginger's spine. Heather notices that Ginger's face has begun to look artificial - her limps plumper than normal, a half hooded look to her eyes, and painted on makeup that manages to look elegant and a bit trashy at the same time. She feels Ginger let out a gasp beneath her; the pussy she has her hand in suddenly feels extremely slick, and yet, as though it's made out of rubber - exploring further, she realizes that her pussy has now opened up into a nice little circle. If the whimpering coming from Ginger is any indication, Heather knows it must feeling very good.
Despite the loss of mobility, Ginger finds herself barely caring. The massive wave of arousal washing through her body makes her moan lustily as the idea of being fucked grows stronger - having Heather on top of her with her fingers up her pussy just feels right. If Ginger could, she would reach down and stroke Heather's own pussy, or her own - but her body has become too stiff for anything beyond minor movements. Her legs stretch out and become still - her arms fall to her side and bend slightly at the elbow. She feels a sensation of pressure in her chest, and both she and Heather moan as they watch her breasts inflate slightly, becoming fully artificial.
"Don't stop," Ginger whispers.
"I won't," Heather promises, continuing to grind herself against Ginger's silicone body.
One last powerful orgasm shoots through Ginger's body; the most powerful one yet. When it begins to fade, she realizes that the transformation has reached it's end. She's no longer able to move even slightly, but she can still feel. Her mouth has opened slightly, revealing another artificial tube much like the one that had overtaken her pussy. And yet, despite being a silicone sex doll, the pleasure still cascaded through her body with even more intensity than before. If this was what being a sex doll meant, it was alright for now - though she hoped it wouldn't be permanent.
Michelle had been watching this happen in front of her, eyes growing wide with slight panic. When she realized that Ginger had fully transformed into a sex doll, she had backed up against a clothing display and let out a frightened whimper. "I don't want that to happen to me!" she cried.
But already she could feel a pleasurable sensation beginning to rise up within her.