"Umm..." Heather stuttered, staring at the beautiful rubber women. "I want to get a dildo like she's got." The women both looked at her with piercing eyes. "Please."
"Like hers?" The women looked at Lucy, who was just as stunned at the sight of them, and she reached down, pulling Cynthia free with a considerable effort, and holding her up for them to see.
"OH! I know this one! I make her, earlier."
"Yeah, Michelle gave her to me." Lucy stammered.
"Where's Michelle?"
Heather held up her Michelle pillow for the women to see. "Ah," the first woman said, "She's found her place. You have come to find your place, yes?"
"Uh, huh?"
The woman looked at her, seeming to look through her, her eyes bearing down on Heather. "You came here to find your place."
Heather was shivering from the erotic sensations this woman's stare was giving her. "I..."
"No talk. Come here." She wagged her fingers at Heather and pointed at the ground in front of her. Heather head was swimming and she felt a warm erotic heat flow through her as she obeyed, stepping around the end of the counter to stand before the rubber woman. "You watch," the woman told her, and started to slowly rub her own rubber crotch.
Heather watched, lost in erotic wonder as the rubber girl stroked herself and thrust her hips against her hands. After a moment, the woman started to moan and rubber pussy lips swelled out from her crotch. "Pretty, yes?"
"Yes," Heather answered breathlessly.
"Your place."
"What?"
But the woman didn't answer. Instead, she kept rubbing herself until her fingers and pussy were soaking. She lifted her coated fingers to Heather's face. "Smells good, yes?"
Heather sniffed at the fingers, never taking her eyes from the woman's and told her, "Yes it smells really good."
"You drink." She took hold of Heather's head and pulled her gently but insistently down onto her knees before her. Heather said nothing, just pressed her face into the rubber pussy, licking and sucking at it as the sweet-smelling juices slid down her throat. She drank and drank, but the woman gave no sign she was enjoying herself.
After a moment, Heather began to feel strange... weak and shaky. She almost stopped licking, but the fluids she was drinking were too good to stop.
The rubber woman she was drinking from reached down and grabbed the back of her head as she kept licking, which was good, since Heather felt like she was about to fall over. Her body didn't seem to want to hold her up. She felt all hollow and soft. She wondered idly if this was how Michelle and Ginger had felt before her face went all hollow, too, and she couldn't lick any more.
"Very good!" the rubber woman told her as she picked up Heather's hollow rubber form. She laid it on the table and Heather was surprised to find that she could feel everything and still see, even though she knew her eyes must be painted rubber, by now. She could see Lucy out of the corner of one eye as one of the women handed the Michelle pillow to her.
Lucy was watching the whole thing in detached erotic fascination as her friend was stripped of her body stocking. "What are you going to do to her?"
The other rubber woman turned and told her, "You nevermind. You wait."
Heather watched as the woman stripped her naked, and felt as they washed her clean with sponges. "Nice and clean for the mold," one of them said.
"Oh, god!" Heather thought to herself, "They're making ME into a dildo!" If she could have moved, she would have humped herself silly. With some amusement, she realized she could hear the sounds of Lucy stroking Cynthia in and out of herself, too. Clearly, Lucy was enjoying the show.
Once all her body had been scrubbed, she felt herself getting picked up and she was turned so that she could see the boiler as she was dropped in. She was surprised to feel warm but wasn't hurt. Her thoughts drifted away as she melted, her thoughts becoming leaden, and she seemed to fall asleep...
...and snapped awake as a loud banging noise echoed around her! She dropped onto the counter and realized she'd been molded already! She rolled on the counter before a rubber hand stopped her and set her upright.
She could feel every inch of herself and she was GLORIOUS! She was at least a foot tall and three inches thick! She wondered briefly if there was a huge grin on her dildo face because she was proud of herself. She saw Lucy's face swim into view, a mixture of fear and fascination as she examined the new Heather dildo, and longed to slide up the girl's cunt.
"Is she still... alive?" Lucy asked.
"Of course!" one of the women said. Heather recognized it as the woman she'd drunk from, earlier. "She love this, trust me."
Lucy reached for Heather and Heather thrilled at the thought of Lucy touching her, but her hand was swatted away. "Ah, ah! Not for you."
With that, Heather felt herself picked up by a rubber hand and swung low and back. A moment later, she saw a rubber pussy over her head and a hand stroking it, loosening it for her.
Heather began to squirm in her owner's hands and shivered in anticipation. Soon, she'd have a place! She'd live inside this beautiful woman's cunt, hugged tight and showered in tasty juices forever!
The woman bought Heather's head up to her lips and slid her back and forth between them, getting Heather wet and loosening her lips. If Heather still had breath, she'd have been holding it.
At last, the woman pressed Heather up, and she slid easily into the woman's cunt, darkness overtaking her as warmth surrounded her. The woman pushed and Heather slid easily into place, her full length engulfed by her owner's wonderful warm pussy. She felt her owner's pussy close behind her, sealing itself shut smooth again and Heather was alone in the dark, reveling in the tight moist place she now knew as home.
She could feel her owner moving, her hips turning and rocking as she walked and - every now and again - her muscles squeezing Heather lovingly. Her owner became wet and pussy juices flowed over Heather and Heather loved it. Her new rubber body absorbed the delicious fluids and she shivered, vibrating lovingly and squirmed. Her owner's body rewarded her with more fluids and she redoubled her efforts. More fluids meant she worked harder to get even more and more, until finally, her owner came for her, drowning her in lots of the precious fluids and Heather calmed herself, relaxing to drink her fill.
She was going to love this life.