Life as Plastic p2

Life as Plastic p2.

              “What am I going to do?”  Sora paced back and forth.  “This bra is doing very funking things to me, and I can’t. . . get it off!”  She moaned as she felt her breasts tingle once more.  “No.  Oh no.  My boobs are big enough.  I don’t. . . ughhh!”  Her nipples hardened.  “I don’t need them to grow even bigger.”  She giggled.  “But maybe they should grow.”  Her voice sounded a bit high-pitched.  “My fancy bra isn’t filled out yet, is it?”

              Sora gripped the side of the bed as her boobs swelled even bigger, almost stretching out the bra to its fullest.  “Oh fuck!”  She moaned as she rubbed the side of her right breast.  “This is getting a bit too intense.  When is this going to stop?”  She gulped.  “And why does this feel so. . . weird?”  She pressed down on her boob.  “It almost feels like some kind of doll.”  She gulped, remembering the doll that her husband had when they first met.  Her breast felt very much like—

              “No, no.  That isn’t possible.”  She paced back and forth, her boobs bouncing up and down.  “I. . .”  She gulped as her nails turned bright pink.  “I am not going to become some doll!”

              “Huh?  Honey, is everything okay?”

              “Everything is fine, honey.”  She gulped as she realized her voice was starting to rise again.  “I just have to go and take care of something.  Please get your rest.  See you in the morning.”  She slipped out of the bedroom and made her way through the dark house.  “I have to. . .”  Sora covered her mouth.  “My voice.  I am starting to sound like some kind of bimbo.”  She slammed her foot on the ground as she made her way into the living room.  “I am going to barge into that fucking store and find a way to get this stupid bra off.  I am done with this.”

              She grabbed her keys.  “This is not worth the trouble.”  As she walked towards the door, she heard her boobs suddenly squeak.  “Huh?”  She gulped.  “I need to hurry!”  She opened her SUV door.  “Before this gets any worse.”

              Sora sped her way to the clothing store where this all started.  It was the middle of the night, so she knew the place was closed, but that didn’t matter.  She was going to break in there if she had to.  They had to have some way to get this stupid magical bra off, hopefully, before she became any more like this crazy sex doll that she was turning into.

              “Okay, this shouldn’t take too long.”  She locked her vehicle.  “Let’s get this over with.”  Her legs squeaked as she walked up to the front door of the store.  “Ughhh.  I know it’s a long shot, but. . .”  Her eyes widened as the door just opened.  “What the hell?”

              Sora glanced into the dark store.  “This is so weird.  Why would they leave this place unlocked?”  She walked inside.  “I am guessing I will find something in the employee-only section. . . ohhhhh.”  She put her hands on her knees.  “Not now.  Noooot nowwwww!”  She rubbed her ass, her butt pressing against her clothing.  “I don’t need to. . . grow again!”  She giggled.  “Maybe I do, though.”  She moaned as she grew, rubbing herself up and down.  “Oh, it feels soo good.”

              She found herself taking off her clothing, almost without thinking.  “Ohh god.  Ohh.”  She gripped her ass, causing it to squeak.  “Dear god!”

              Sora suddenly blinked back into reality.  “What?”  She looked at her clothing on the floor.  “No.  I did it again.  I need to stop this.  I can’t. . .”  She rubbed her rear end.  “I have to. . .” Her hand slipped down towards her love hole. “Huh?”

              Sora looked down and gasped.  “My pussy!”  Her pussy was now massive, round and pink.  It was truly made for a master’s pleasure.  “I. . . I am. . . really turning into a doll.”  She groaned.  “The pressure is growing again.”  She fell onto her hands and knees.  “I can’t. . . control it.”  Sora fell onto her back, giving into the tidal wave of pressure.  “I. . . if I am going to become a dolly, meant for showing off that cute dress. . .”  She moaned.  “That is what I am turning into, isn’t I?”  She looked at the dress in the center of the store.  “I wanted it so bad. . .”  Her boobs were swelling again, growing into a G-cup.  “And I am turning into a doll, so I can always wear it.”  She giggled.  “Ohh.  But I still have a ways to go.  I am not a good doll yet.”

              Sora felt her arms and legs move on their own.  “I will be such a good doll, showing off for everyone.”  She moaned.  “I just wish I could feel my breasts one last time. .  . ohhh. . .”  She tried to reach for her boobs, but it was already too late.  “I don’t know how much longer it will be.  I. . . ohhh. . .”

              A new sensation filled her body as the rest of her skin turned to plastic.  Her arms and legs slowly began to inflate, becoming slightly more round and bouncing against the ground.  A smile was forced onto her face as she looked up at the ceiling, red lipstick forming on her face.  “It won’t be long now.”  Her hair grew down and down her sides, turning blonde.  “I. . . ohhhhhh.”

              With one last sigh, Sora became the storeroom doll she was meant to be.  However, her new master would also give her the playtime she wanted from time to time.  If not, Sora would be sure to find ways to play on her own.