Published: Sep 30, 2024

My one hundred and fifty-ninth caption, and the second part of Busty By Design!

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Another hour went by before Mary finally finished her portrait of you, having restarted the process several times due to messing it up. As you stood there, perfectly still, you found yourself falling into a weird… trance of sorts, different from the one she had, intentionally or unintentionally, put you into. The lack of your breathing or heartbeat left you with no other form of internal stimuli other than your own confused thoughts. Your vision was somehow still there, but it was far more narrow and blurry around the edges, with you unable to look anywhere except straight ahead. Hearing was muffled, but still there, and your sense of smell was entirely consumed by your plastic form.

“I guess that’s good ‘nuff.” Mary grumbled, holding up her drawing. “I ’spose I’ll change you back now, maybe play with your boobies a little bit!”

Mary snapped her fingers, causing that familiar light to shoot towards you again. As it enveloped you though, nothing seemed to be happening. Mary noticed this too, getting an annoyed look on her face as she snapped her fingers several more times, bathing you in more light but with the same result. Nothing at all. You were still plastic.

“Darn it, why aren’t ya turning back to normal?” She exclaimed, walking over and putting her right hand on one of your breasts. The sensation of being touched by a warm hand drove you wild, instantly bringing you to a mind-shattering orgasm despite your lack of organs. “Maybe I… hm, lemme take a look here…”

Pulling an old book out of her backpack, she quickly looked through several of the pages as you continued to bask in the afterglow of the most incredible orgasm you had ever experienced. Finding a certain page and examining it more closely, her eyebrows shot back up slightly before returning to normal, looking directly at you.

“Darn it, looks like I cast too many spells on ya too quickly.” She “explained” to you, feeling that sense of fear build back up inside of your hollow chest. “It says ”casting multiple transformations too quickly in one sitting can cause subsequent spells to amplify, increasing intensity and duration”, whatever that means.”

If you could have yelled at or attacked her at this point, you absolutely would have. You weren’t sure, but you were pretty sure she was saying you were stuck like this.

“Well, I guess that fondlin’ will have to wait a little while!” She said without a care in the world, closing the book sharply. “I don’t know how long you’ll be like this, bestie, but that reversal spell should kick in sooner or later. I guess I’ll have to find a place to put’cha until ya change back to normal… ooh, I know a great place!”

Mary left you by yourself in the art room, leaving you to dwell on your confused thoughts. She seemed to think you’d go back to normal eventually, but knowing her reputation, you had your doubts. Soon, she came back with a large cardboard box and a smile on her face, leaving you somehow even more worried than before.

“Since I can’t keep ya here at school, or take ya home, I’ll set you up in my fav’ clothing store!” She grinned, grabbing your raised hand and pulling it off with a pop. You were torn between emotions, the pleasure of being touched and the terror of watching her pull your feminized body apart, piece by piece, to be put in a box. Eventually, after becoming nothing but body parts, a torso, and a disembodied head, you were plunged into darkness as she sealed the box up and carried you away to the unknown.

After an unknown amount of time, the box was reopened, filling your narrow vision with warm light. An older woman who you had never seen before looked down at you and smiled, picking up your head before placing it down gently. You were now inside some kind of high-end clothing store, surrounded by stuff you‘d never be able to afford.

“Such a high quality mannequin! Let me pay you for it, Mary!” The woman, probably some kind of employee or manager, urged, looking impressed with you.

“Nah, I don’t need it.” Mary said with a smirk, giving you a wink while the woman wasn’t looking. “Just take good care of her, will ya Nina? She’s special to me.”

“Are you kidding? It’ll be our number one display model!” The woman gushed, pulling out your torso and filling you with that familiar sense of pleasure.

Mary left not long after, leaving the manager, Nina, to put you together near the front of the store. The feeling of her soft, manicured nails against your cool form was beyond orgasmic, and that feeling only grew as she put a cocktail dress over your hollow body. Your fears slowly melted away, consumed by the pleasure of being like this. You no longer cared about your classes, school, or even your parents back home, who wondered why their son didn’t come home that day. None of it mattered anymore.

The hours began to go by, turning into days. Your “routine” was only occasionally broken up by the lights being turned on and off, a change of clothes, or the occasional grope you were more than happy to experience from a customer. Your sense of time slowly eroded as your mind slowed down, unable to focus on anything other than the passing of people inside your cone of vision. You’d sometimes come back to your senses, triggered by sounds or smells, but your mind would always end up going still again.

An unknown amount of time later, your mind was brought out of trance by a familiar voice. You “focused” your vision as best you could, seeing a woman standing over by the front of the store, talking to the manager. You recognized her. She was Mary. You noticed how much older she was, and how much older Nina was as well. Your fears, long buried by the pleasures of being a perfect display mannequin, were brought back to the surface as you noticed a sign on the wall: 2056 Summer Collection. 32 years.

“I have to thank you again, honey! That mannequin you gave us all those years ago has served us very well!” Nina gushed, holding her hands together.

“I gave you that one? …oh yeah, there was something special about it, but… eh, I don’t know.” Mary dismissed out loud with a shrug, having completely forgotten about you all these years later. You screamed internally at her, realizing your old life was completely gone and you were stuck like this. Nothing but a mannequin, forever.