Chapter 1: Introduction
Josie's dorm room was never clean - it was a small, cluttered space crammed with her bed, a disharmonious striped sofa, and a warped wooden bookshelf overflowing with random reads, and a bunch of unidentifiable knickknacks. If she were ordered to be enlisted in the navy tomorrow, she'd know where to start when it came to learning the absolute worst about tight, confined spaces.
The suffocating sensation of the room started to seep in like an overbearing fog, pronouncing the stifling stench of incense and musky body odor in the confined space. The combination was utterly intoxicating.
It was all an accident. She was merely motivated by her insatiable curiosity to uncover the secrets of an old, dusty formula scribbled in her grandmother's recipe book. It described in detail a mysterious potion that promised eternal youth, but little did she know its effect on her would be something far beyond her wildest dreams.
She gathered the nebulous concoction in a beaker, preparing to taste the magic herself.
The first taste burned her throat. An abrupt, agonizing heat storm-swept through her chest, convulsing her muscles violently. The room spun in a dizzying vortex, and she crumpled to the floor. An unfathomable force sucked the life from her, and she tumbled into the void.
Josie's vision fragmented like a kaleidoscope, and she eventually surrendered herself to the overpowering dizziness.
That was seconds before she was thrown into the devastating transformation.
Her skin stretched, gasping under the strain, before it was utterly stretched thin. Muscles and bones dissolved into an unyielding, malleable substance. Miraculously, the twisting pain coursing through her veins and arteries dwindled, leaving behind a cold, barren expanse.
Air escaped her lips, together with a rubbery, squeaky noise. In the dread-stirred silence, she shuddered and turned her attention to her tight, pinched hands, which now looked like grotesque, swollen boxing gloves. The realization smashed into her with the force of a wrecking ball, leaving her breathless and trembling.
"No, no, no, no... Please no," she begged, squeezing her hands into wrinkled, sweaty fists. She had transformed into an aching, artificial life-sized doll.
Her once-slender figure had blown up, packed into a tight, busty silhouette. Nausea bubbling in her throat, she reached up to touch her face, but her thick, grotesque rubber fingers could barely feel - if at all - her unusually plump, slick cheeks.
Her mouth, stretched impossibly wide, surrendered to the rigid pressure of a gaping, dark chasm. Her massive, swollen lips had molded her into a crude mockery of a blow-up fuck-doll.
And it wasn't just her mouth; everything about her appearance had shifted and transformed into a hollow, rubbery caricature of an adult woman's body.
The pants she'd worn just moments before were now stretched over a grotesque amplification of a woman's sex. The ruby red, raw lips forced themselves open: a puffy, round ring, swallowed by lumps of what was once soft, fleshy skin.
The mere thought of what she'd become disgustingly thrilled her.
And Josie's foundation in reality was starting to noticeably shake. A tinnitus ring filled her ears as her heart threatened to rip a hole in her chest, and the corners of her vision started to grow dim. Josie's fingers fumbled to trace her obscenely pouting lips, which were manically stretching and shrinking like a grotesque parody of pleasure.
And then, suddenly, it was as though she was watching a woman in a perverted trance, her hands wandering downwards over her slick, spherical breasts before continuing down her corseted waist.
Pawing at her, almost crazed, Josie could only watch in horror as she traced her puffy, inflated mounds, completely vulnerably exposed.
Her own, once-dainty fingers splayed over the crude outline of her sex through the stretched fabric, and she couldn't help but gasp: it felt hollow, shallow, like a cavernous imitation of what once was.
She imagined how it would look to someone else; some repugnant monster awkwardly fumbling to stimulate itself with cold, unfeeling hands.
Josie's vision wavered, rippling like a mirage as her head lolled back. Her eyes widened, staring at the watermarked, popcorn ceiling in a frozen, stunned gape.
And then, it was over.
She suddenly froze in a sex doll position, her arms thrown up over her head, hands curled into a rubbery, passive ball, while her back arched upwards, thrusting her horrifyingly bloated breasts outwards like a pair of grotesque balloons.
Her thighs were parted, exposing her obscene, overstated sex, the inviting folds of her fake labia pulled open and offering an unobstructed view.
In that instant, Josie's heart imploded, leaving her empty and vacant. All that remained was a breathing, artificial shell.
Her eyes, only a moment ago filled with terror and disbelief, were glazed over, half-lidded and lifeless. Josie's limbs remained frozen in position, a mindless replica of a woman ready for the taking.
It wasn't long before she heard the door creak open.