Jen took stock of the current situation. Her body was still the shiny, plastic-skinned doll form that Cathy had made her. Her feet, forced into the heeled position was holding her up well, but she was sure she wanted that changed. Also the shininess was fine for Naomi but Jen wanted to look natural.
Cathy was now the most normal looking of the three. Except for her nipples which stuck out under her shirt like two tiny tent-poles. Cathy was trying to touch them with her hands or arms but was completely unable. She tried to shift her shirt over her nipples which gave her some relief, but she was starting to squirm.
Jen smiled at Cathy's discomfort. It was somewhat enjoyable to watch her trying to please herself but being unable. Jen was oblivious of her own hands that were at the moment spending a great deal of attention to her crotch.
Naomi, perched on the island-counter, was still her black rubber self. Topless, Naomi was trying to hide her nipples under crossed arms. As her inflated breasts continued to expand slowly her hands were slowly being forced apart. Her grip slipped periodically causing rubbery squeaks to sound around the room.
"Alright," Jen said, "I have some things I want fixed before the pizza-guy arrives, who wants to go now?" As she spoke the p-word, Jen's hands switched positions on their own. One hand moved to her doll-like breast and her fused fingers started to tease and caress her. The other hand stayed down at her crotch but its motions were now more certainly trying to raise her arousal level.
The sisters exchanged a glance.
"I just gave it to you, Jen," Cathy spoke up first. "You pass it to Naomi."
"No, we messed up the order when you were a chair. You should go next," Naomi argued. Her hands squeaked again and her fingers were just barely clasped now.
"Yeah, Cathy," Jen agreed, "I think you look too normal right now."
"But I don't know what I want to be right now," Cathy protested.
"We'll think of something. Cathy, Transform or Dare?" Jen said.
Cathy's eyes widened like an animal caught in traffic. "Jen, be nice. Nothing too weird. Transform."
"OK, Cathy. Seeing you squirm is getting me hot for some reason." Cathy and Naomi exchanged another look, snickering at Jen who still did not notice her hands feeling herself up. "So I'm going to give you a lesson in waiting. Cathy you will become stiff and spread-eagle while your clothes touch, tease squeeze and tingle your body which will be unable to orgasm for let's say a half hour."
Naomi made a noise of surprise at Jen's curse. This was a little more sexual than the other turns had been. Cathy just glared in a playful manner at Jen.
Cathy's arms grew stiff as did her legs. Leaning against the counter Cathy was in no danger of falling over. Her knees locked and her ankles held her feet out straight. Her legs moved apart as if being pushed apart by a long rod. Cathy's feet stopped with her legs forming a ninety-degree angle and her back straightened and stiffened. Cathy's arms snapped out straight and extended out from her body until they were being held out level with her shoulders. Cathy whimpered a little as she tried to move her body. Her hands flailed a little, she could move her hands about the wrist and her fingers clenched and straightened in frustration. Cathy turned her head to look her body over. Her head and neck were also free to move but nothing else.
Once she was stiff Cathy's clothes suddenly tightened. Her t-shirt, a large cotton affair suddenly was tighter about her body than any spandex. Her very erect nipples were now very clearly outlined. As were her entire breasts and stomach. It was as if the shirt had been vacuum-packed to her body. Her pajama shorts also clung to her motionless body. The cotton fabric pulled up Cathy's butt like a thong but extended down her thighs like tights. Cathy was clearly not wearing any underwear. As the two friends watched they could not see any motion from her clothes but they could hear Cathy's breathing increase.
Cathy's face turned bright red, and her eyes took on a far-away gaze. Cathy grunted once then again. She was clearly trying to not scream out loud. Slowly her eyes seemed to focus back on Jen. Her voice was soft but strained. "You are a real bitch, Jen." Cathy paused to breathe really deeply expelling the air in a quick huff. "Do you want to know what this feels like? Or do you want to wait until the pizza comes?"
At the word Jen's hands once again shifted. The hand that was cupping her breast now found the impetus to move up under Jen's top to mash her breasts without clothing in between. Her hand by at her crotch switched to reaching forward from behind and between her legs. The mitten-like hand rubbed harder than ever. And soon Jen was also making gasping sounds like Cathy. Jen however still did not realize what her hands were doing.
A loud squeak broke the tension. Naomi was now barely covering the nipples that capped basket-ball sized breasts. Naomi was smiling very wide and her white teeth stood out on her flawlessly gleaming skin. "You two look so silly, right now," Naomi said.
"Oh really," Cathy said. "Naomi, Transform or Dare?"