Published: Jul 19, 2024
My one hundred and thirty-seventh caption, featuring a fun idea I developed with @CatEnBoots and wrote up. Enjoy!
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You had just gone to bed after a long day of work, falling into a restless sleep, not even bothering to fully cover yourself in a sheet. Your work schedule had been absolute murder the last few days, so much so that you wished on a penny to hopefully have some rest and relaxation. You just needed some kind of escape, a chance to get away from your responsibilities. You briefly remembered hearing some kind of rustling noise during your slumber, but as you blinked your eyes, you saw you were far from your comfy bed. In fact, you seemed to be literally strung up, held aloft by a bunch of different ropes. You couldn’t see where they started, but it did look like some kind of old warehouse around you.
“Ah, splendid! We’ve finally roused you from your sleep.” A booming voice echoed around you, its source unknown. “Welcome to your new home, friend!”
“What the hell is this?! Where am I?!” You shouted as adrenaline shot through your blood, fully waking you. “Who are you people?! I swear I’ll beat the shit outta-”
“Wow, quite an energetic one! Please, no need for theatrics… at least not yet.” The voice continued to echo, sounding amused as the ropes began to tighten quite a lot around my body and limbs. “Please, hold your tongue for now. We think you’ll want to Wait until you see what happens next, friend.”
The tightness grew quickly, causing you to rapidly lose feeling in your arms and legs. As the ropes dug into your skin, the red, constricted point where the rope made contact began to slim down slightly and turn far more pale. Almost as if it was… silicone or plastic. As you were suspended in the air, it felt like you were getting lighter, becoming… hollow. You looked around as you lost all feeling, coming to the sudden realization that you now had some kind of ball joints on all your limbs! You were changing into some kind of doll!
“Ah, yes. We can see it in your expression. That look of realization… so sweet.” The voice boomed with a clear chuckle. “Now to finish the process…”
A rope suddenly went around your neck, pulling tightly against your head. You expected to be choked, but all you actually felt was a sense of building tension. As the pressure increased, you could have sworn you heard voices, their words indistinct and faint. Finally, much to your horror, your head came clean off your doll-like body with a loud pop, sending you flying backwards. Dreading an impact with the floor below, you were instead surprised by the feeling of being caught. Though you couldn’t turn your head anymore, you could see several tiny green “creatures” with propellers on their heads coming towards you. Two of them had caught you, placing your head “safely” between two more ropes.
“Bravo! Quite the catch, our little helpers!” The voice congratulated as you watched the rest of your body be hoisted up. Right in front of your eyes, you were forced to watch as the ropes pulled apart your body piece-by-piece, disappearing into the darkness. “Now comes the time to rebuild you! This is always the fun part.”
“P-Please… please no more! I’m sorry for yelling at you!” You meekly tried to apologize, scared beyond belief. “I just want to go home! Please, just put me back together!”
“Oh, come now! You were so feisty and full of life before!” The voice mocked, finding your sudden change of heart quite amusing. As it said this, four more bodies, women’s bodies with the same doll joints, appeared from the dark, held aloft with the same ropes you had been held with before. None of them had heads though, instead having elongated neck “stumps” with little locking holes in them. “Oh, we almost forgot about your head, friend! We Can’t have all those masculine features!”
Before you could say another word, several of the little robot things jumped into action, producing many tools that they quickly made use of. You tried to close your eyes and block out what was happening, but one of them forced your eyes open, spraying something into them before swabbing thoroughly. You could feel your silicone face being reshaped and given a permanent layer of makeup, your hair being lengthened, restyled, and recolored, and a dull thudding sensation as some kind of large screw was forced into your head.
“Now you’re in far better shape for your total makeover!” The voice gleefully announced, moving the suspended bodies in closer. “let us begin, friend!”
You watched as each body, or doll, was pulled apart into its individual pieces by the ropes. Immediately, they began to move with each other like some kind of mix-and-match game.
“We think going a bit… bigger will be more entertaining.” The voice assessed, moving one of the more petite torsos away from you as a bigger, far bustier one took its place. It was lifted up into your head and pushed inside, eventually popping into place as you felt the full weight of your new, fake breasts in full. “Oh, what fun this is!”
“W-Why are you doing t-this to me?” You squeaked out in a new, girly voice. Just the feeling of the breasts alone was unusual and foreign enough to send weird feelings directly to whatever was left of your brain, and it was getting harder to focus as new, matching arms were attached to your buxom torso as well. You could feel them, but still had no control.
“Why, what do you mean, friend? This is what you wanted, is it not?” The voice asked, seeming genuinely confused as you continued to experience more sensations, especially as your new pelvis was attached. “You wanted rest and relaxation, correct? Well, what better option is there than being a simple doll?”
“I don’t want to be a doll forever! I just wanted time off, not this!” You mustered up the strength to argue, fighting through the feelings as your rope was replaced with strings.
“Interesting… well, since you seem so adamant, we’ll pose a challenge to you, friend.” The voice murmured, lowering you, now complete, down to the ground. “There is a single exit to this warehouse. Beyond that exit is the outside world, just as you left it. If you can resist the temptations of your new body, muster up the will to move under your own power, and leave, you will wake up back in your bed, in your old body. Is that fair?”
“W-What happens if I don’t find the exit?” I stuttered out, barely even able to muster up the strength to move my own fingers, let alone my arms or legs at this point.
“Then you stay, and remain part of our collection… indefinitely.” It answered, sounding rather amused. “You have until sunrise, friend. Good luck.”
The strings remained attached to your body, but they fell limp, each connection also bringing a pleasurable sensation to your transformed body. At first, you couldn’t gather any strength, feeling like a freshly revived coma patient than anything else as you slowly relearned how to move. After what felt like ages, you managed to finally get up on two feet, only to fall down and land on your sizable breasts, sending shockwaves through your body as the strings became taut briefly, causing you considerable pleasure before you began your slow trek through the pitch-black warehouse. The place was like a maze, filled with seemingly endless rows of mix/matched dolls just like yourself. The faint voices from before could be heard far more clearly around you, urging you to “hurry” and “get out” while you could still move. You didn’t question it anymore, knowing none of this was natural at all. By some stroke of luck, you finally spotted the exit door, with light from the coming dawn poking through. You broke into the best sprint that you could muster against the strings and reached the door, but just as you opened it, your strings yanked violently on you, pulling you back from the brink as the disembodied voice laughed maniacally at you, dragging you back into the darkness. You lost all control for the final time, coming to the realization that this… entity had just been toying with you. After all, you were quite literally a toy now.
“That was quite entertaining, friend, but we’re afraid it’s time to end this little charade.” The voice finished as you were placed on one of the racks, just like the others. “Don’t worry, you’ll accept your place here. One day, you may even thank us. Welcome to the Collection. Enjoy your stay. Forever.”