Lucy watched fascinated as the rubber woman slid Heather into her pussy, working her up an down and finally pushed her all the way in. A moment later her pussy lips were gone again and Heather with them. The woman moaned and rubbed her body in ecstasy as she got closer and closer to orgasm. She gave a little shriek as her body shivered briefly, then it was over.
With a deep breath the worker calmed down again and was back to her former self. There was no obvious sing that Heather still existed.
Lucy had been sitting there on the pillow which once had been Michelle and was pleasuring herself with Cynthia. The thought that Heather was inside the rubber woman aroused her so much that she couldn't stop herself. She reached orgasm shortly after the woman did.
Now her mind cleared again. She became aware that she sat there in a shop naked and with her pussy still dripping. It also occurred to her that her friend best Heather was gone. In a way her other friends were, too, but that was not the same. At last she could still see them, touch them. There was proof that they still existed. Not so for Heather. The only one able to note her existence was the rubber woman, a total stranger to her. Suddenly she couldn't bear the thought.
"This isn't right," she thought. Loud she said: "Give her back!"
"Oh, are you still here?" The rubber woman seemed to have recognized her just now.
Lucy stood up. "I want her back. Give Heather back to me!" she said.
"Silly, I can't do that. Not any more. She has found her place, her final destiny. Oh, you don't know how happy she is right now. Oh-Oooh!" For a moment her legs gave away and she had to support herself on the next desk. "See what I mean?" she said with a fake smile on her face.
"Please. Please give her back." Lucy was crying, tears running down her cheeks. "You don't understand. She was... No! She still IS my best friend. I don't want to lose her. I don't want to be separated from her. I.." Only now that she spoke it out loud she became aware of her true feelings for her Heather. ".. I.. I think I love her, ...in a way."
"Love?" The woman raised an eyebrow. "You say you love her? Then way can't you accept that she is happy the way she is. In fact she is happier than she ever was. She loves her new life and doesn't want to be anywhere or anything else. "
"No, that can't be true. I don't want it to be true." Lucy stuttered. She still was confused by her own feelings. She had never thought that she might be a lesbian. On the other hand right now she knew it was true. She loved Heather with all her heart. "Heather would want it, too. It is the island that makes her accept her condition. You made her so that she would love to pleasure any woman. But that's not Heather. The true Heather would want to stay with her friends...with the ones that love her."
"Oh, but I love her. Right now, you see. Oh, and she is quite good making love to me, too."
"Arrgh, you're just fucking her. Using her like a fuck toy." She stomped her food in anger.
"But that is what she is now. Can't you understand?"
"No, ..yes, she may be a dildo. But Heather is still a human, ...in a way. And I love her. Regardless of the shape she is in. So why do you have to do this? Why are you so mean to me. Please, I beg you. Please give my beloved Heather back to me. I don't know how to live without her."
The other rubber woman, who had been working until now, now turned to her, putting the piece she had been working on on the table.
“You know, there might be a way. It's rare, but if your love is strong enough you can change her fate and be one with her forever, like in a fairytale.” Something about the way she had said this was strange, but Lucy could put a finger on it.
Lucy's eyes brightened up immediately.
The first woman looked at her in astonishment. After a moment a bright smile appeared on her face. “Oh, that you mean. Well yes, that should be possible.” Than she turned to Lucy. "Well,... do you really want to stay with this girl,...Heather was it, yes? Do you really want to stay with her forever? And you mean it? I mean really?"
Lucy nodded vehemently. "Yes. Yes, I do. Really. Oh please tell me! What will you do?"
"No, I won't tell you." The woman smiled again her strange smile. "You will see soon enough, I promise. But first you must help me getting her out of me."
"How? What do I have to do?"
"Oh, that's simple. Kiss me. Down there."
"But then you will turn me to rubber, too. That's not what I want. I don't want to simply become another toy for you to play with." Anger was rising in her again.
"No, I won't chance you. I promise. You will stay as you are now and I won't do anything to you. Now go to work." Now she sat down on the pillows which once had been Michelle and Ginger.
With this Lucy went down on her knees and started to lick the rubber woman as Heather had done before when she still was human. Soon she smelled the sweet smell again. She worked her tongue over the smooth rubber fabric. The rubber woman pressed Lucy's head against her groin and began breathing hard. After a while the slit formed again, than the lips and finally the whole pussy had reappeared. Lucy wasted no time and used her fingers on the other woman. Sliding in and out, trying to reach deeper every time.
Cynthia seemed to realize that something was going on and started squirming hard again inside Lucy's pussy. And so did Heather. Lucy tried to catch her and pull her out, but it was impossible. She put all her afford into pleasuring the rubber woman. As bit in the woman's hard clit, she brought her to climaxed. Spasms were running over her body and her pussy was cramping, pushing the enormous Heather dildo out if her. Lucy pulled as soon as she could grab her. But it was difficult, because it/she was so slippery and somehow seem to flee her touch. Finally Lucy pulled Heather free.
As she stood up again with her trophy in her hands she saw that the rubber woman had lost consciousness.
“Well, well. Good job. She won't be up so soon again. Now hand that thing to me. I have to go to get to work,” the rubber woman's coworker said, reaching out for Heather.
“That thing you are talking about is still my friend.” Lucy clenched the dildo to her chest, afraid of letting her go, now that she at least had her again.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Now hand her over! Don't look like that. You both will like what I will do to her.” The rubber woman still held her hand open.
Reluctantly Lucy handed the big dildo over to the older woman. “What will you do to her?” she asked again.
“Just see for yourself,” was all the reply she would get.