[On my old website, I invited readers to submit their own stories. "N" sent in a quite a few, nearly all involving--as this one does--both latex and mind control.]
John looked down at his desk and saw mountains of paperwork. His boss was a hard woman. He had just finished an article on accelerated hormone therapy that was being tried, apparently with some success, on volunteer prisoners. He pressed a button on his computer and sent the article to the sub-editor for inclusion in the evening edition of the newspaper. He was happy with his work and, watching the picture of one of the more successful cases, a brutish male sex offender who had been converted into a rather pretty and far less dangerous female catalogue model, disappear from the screen he smiled and wondered what his next assignment would be. He did not have long to wait. His boss appeared on the video link and ordered him to come to her office. She had obviously been alerted about his finished submission and she wasn’t the kind of woman you refused so John simply shrugged and got up from his desk.
As he walked, he considered why he was being forced to work so hard. She knew it was his birthday. As a millennium baby, he had received enough press attention and there was no way she would have forgotten, even 25 years after she had first written about him. He tried to hide his dejected mood as he knocked on the door.
"Hi John." She mumbled, rifling through some papers on her desk. "I’ve got a new story for you, some real investigative journalism for a change."
John’s eyes lit up.
"There have been a few disappearances from one of the seedier parts of the city, nobody important but it’s got the prostitutes worried and the police seem to have drawn a blank. I have a contact downtown who tells me that one of the big corporations in the area are up to some funny business too. There’s probably no connection but I’d like you check it out for me."
"Yeah. No problem." John replied immediately. "What’s the address?"
"It’s all in the file."
She threw a buff folder across the desk.
"Oh. Before you hurry off. I’d like you to take one of the student reporters with you on this one. I don’t expect it to be dangerous, just some background research for now so she should be safe enough with you. Don’t get her into any trouble."
John saluted humourlessly and left the office.
Later that night, two hunched figures sat in their car outside the vast factory belonging to the Nakamichi Genetics group. His boss had been right about one thing; it was a really rough area. John turned to his new partner, a fledgling reporter called Natalie Johnson; she was barely 18 years old.
"Not a lot happening from where I’m sitting." He mumbled, trying not to stare at her long legs.
Natalie was an attractive young woman he thought idly but it would be better not to overplay his hand. He had only known her for a few hours but, despite her rather understated taste in clothes, she seemed very nice and she was definitely keen to be a good reporter. Natalie sank back in the seat, putting the digital binoculars on the dash as she stretched. John tried to make out more of her figure beneath the baggy jumper and jogging bottoms she had worn for her first real assignment but it wasn’t going to be possible without drawing attention to himself. He gave up.
"I’ve seen nothing either." She whispered, bending over in the cramped space to tie up her training shoes. "There’s been a few trucks leaving the main entrance but the lights all seem to be off now so I expect they’ve all gone home."
"Where we should be." John said, smiling.
"You know they’ve left a door open." Natalie said matter-of-factly.
"Really?" John woke up a little. "Well I don’t suppose it really matters. We can’t go in. That would be breaking and entering."
"If we were caught." Natalie grinned in the darkness. "And anyway, it’s not breaking if the door’s open, just entering and I’m sure they wouldn’t put us away for that."
Before he could react, Natalie got out of the car and began to make her way along the factory wall and, as John tried to call her back in a whisper, he watched her disappear though the mysteriously open door. He kicked himself. He hadn’t even seen the door from the car and, to make matters worse, he now felt slightly responsible for his partner’s safety. Cursing under his breath, he locked the car and followed her into the darkness.
John waited while his eyes grew accustomed to the harsh brightness of the lights. A hand tugged at his arm.
"Look at those figures." Natalie hissed.
"They’re only mannequins." He replied.
"No. Look at what they’re wearing."
John gasped in surprise.
"Kinky" he offered, staring at the rows of mute dummies. "I wonder who’s dressed them up like that. It’s more like a fetish warehouse than a genetic engineering factory."
"Exactly." Natalie said as she hurried off to examine the latex clad figures more closely. "This must be what they send out on those trucks I’ve been watching all night."
John nodded, trying to understand what the Nakamichi company would be doing making fetish dolls rather than the biochemical products he had been expecting. He looked at one of the plastic women more closely and was immediately aware of how lifelike they were. He tentatively tugged a loose fold of black rubber from a surprisingly elegant thigh and jumped as the figuring moved slightly.
"It’s almost as if they’re alive." He said as quietly as he could manage. "The skin feels almost real and someone’s gone to a great deal of trouble over their cosmetics. Hey Natalie, have you seen these shoes. No real woman could walk in these."
He pointed at the nearest doll, an exaggerated blond creation resplendent in a full fetish outfit and apparently balancing without any sign of support on the most incredible heels he had ever seen; they must have been six or seven inches high. The doll was so tall, her over-inflated breasts were level with his eyes.
"It’s not the footwear that bothers me John." Natalie said slowly. "Have you noticed how they’ve all got some sort of device on the back of their necks?"
John stepped behind the kinky mannequin and peered at a tiny black box set into the perfectly smooth synthetic flesh. He hadn’t noticed it at first because the strange figures were all wearing tight steel collars.
"I wonder why they bother putting soft rubber around the edges of these metal collars?" he said as he studied the peculiar device, which had been placed just beneath the figure’s hairline. "It’s not as if they’re going to bothered about comfort or anything is it?"
A single red light blinked slowly but regularly from the otherwise unbroken surface of the mannequin’s neck box. He turned to ask Natalie if she had any idea what the thing might be used for when he noticed that she had disappeared again. He shuddered as he turned, a careless brush against the mannequin’s rubbery skin unsettling him slightly. The white skin was definitely rubbery but also softly yielding and, more disturbingly, slightly warm. He walked quickly back along the row of fetish dolls wondering if the Nakamichi Corporation had been researching anything other than genetic engineering. He found her at the far end of the factory, peering intently at a strangely shaped conveyor belt.
"This must be where they load up the basic figures before they’re dressed and made up." She said, barely looking up at him. "This belt has clamps for their feet and further down there’s some sort of head and arm restraints to hold them steady before they’re taken into the next area."
She pointed at a human-shaped hole in the wall where the long conveyor disappeared into another part of the factory.
"Do men really buy this sort of thing?" she asked quizzically.
"Not this man." John said a little too hurriedly. "Look. We’d better get out of here before we’re picked up by security. I’ve seen enough for--"
He was interrupted by the loud hiss of compressed air and just managed to throw himself out of the way of a huge metallic arm as it whistled past only inches from his head.
"Natalie. What have you done? Which buttons did you press?"
The question was answered with little more than a surprised squeak and, as John looked up, he suddenly realised what was happening.
"Natalie. Move!" he shouted.
She started to run but it was far too late and John could only watch in horror as one of the vast robotic arms snapped closed around her legs. As Natalie began to fall, the other arm gingerly captured her flailing wrists and placed her back in an upright position. There was a moment’s silence.
"John. I’m all right." Natalie breathed, her voice ragged with shock. "It’s not hurting me. I think it’s just the automatic loading mechanism."
As she spoke, she realised what the statement might actually mean and, as John slowly recovered his senses and tried to find the control mechanism, Natalie found herself lifted into the air and slowly propelled towards the conveyor belt.
"You’ve got to stop it John." She stuttered, her fear mounting as the arms carefully rotated her above the stationary belt.
"Please hurry." She cried out as she was lowered gently towards the waiting clamps, the tight constriction of the arm making any movement of her legs quite impossible.
John could barely bring himself to watch as the whirr of electric motors heralded the closure of the rigid brace around Natalie’s ankles. As if he was dreaming he saw the circles of gleaming metal encase her legs just before the conveyor burst into life and began carrying it’s struggling victim towards the opening in the wall.
"You’ve got to do something." Natalie said, her voice now shrill and panicked as she was forced to look straight ahead to make sure she was not injured by the head restraint which was already being attached to the back of her neck. Natalie fell silent as probes extended from the metal and gently circled her cheeks before coming together beneath her chin, rendering her completely immobile. This strange bondage seemed to sap her will and John stared in horror as Natalie held out her arms to meet the incoming restraints.
"I can’t do anything about it John." she grunted, barely able to speak in the uncomfortably taut position the machine had placed her in. "I’m sure it won’t hurt me if I don’t struggle too much but please try to turn it off. You’ve got to help me."
John was torn between following her into the adjoining room to try and comfort her as best he could or searching for the control panel. Eventually he chose the latter and ran headlong past the arms as they retracted from her body. As he frantically looked around the computers and switches for some clue as to how the machine might be stopped, he heard Natalie scream as she disappeared through the body-shaped hole in the wall. Five minutes later, unable to find anything useful, he ran into the next area of the factory to try to find something in there but, as he spilled into another brightly lit area, he immediately realised that there were no controls, no computers, nothing; the process was obviously fully automatic.
He turned around slowly, fully expecting to see his young protégéé torn to shreds by the powerful mechanisms that surrounded her but instead he saw that she was now comfortably supported by a long back-brace, attached to her body at the head and ankles. Natalie’s arms were held out in a rigid ‘T’ and she was totally silent. As the slow movement of the conveyor continued, he realised why. A rubber hose now ran from a thick plug in her mouth and the machine was already busy fitting smaller tubes up her nose. He guessed from the distension of her throat that the tubes ran far deeper than just her mouth and he hoped that she would be too shocked to feel any pain. As he watched, the device tilted into a horizontal position but the conveyor continued as Natalie’s feet were lifted from their receptacles and she was taken into an enclosed area. As the door closed, John just managed to see her being lowered gently into a pool of viscous liquid before he managed to think clearly enough to look for a telephone. At least he could ring for an ambulance.
The search turned out to be as futile as his previous efforts so he returned to the conveyor belt. He was just in time. Another door opened just as he arrived and he gasped loudly as Natalie’s dripping form emerged from the steam. However, she looked very different now from how she had looked when he left her. The tubes had been removed from her mouth and nose and, more startlingly, so had everything else. The young woman was now completely naked and quite bald. Whatever solvent sat bubbling in the tank, it had removed every last hair from her body along with her clothes and shoes. John stared in amazement as the nude figure was carried towards what looked like a paint-spraying rig. Nozzles sprung from this device and, just as he had been expecting, they began covering Natalie’s flesh in a sticky white fluid. It dried in seconds, immediately lending her the smooth rubbery sheen that he had seen earlier on the mannequins in the other part of the factory. He stood in silence as she was carried towards him, to all intents and purposes now just a lustrous alabaster doll. Her eyes were wide open in terror but these were the only points of colour on an otherwise unblemished body. Her gloss white lips parted slightly as she pleaded silently for her ordeal to end but it was useless. They both knew what would happen next.
A large open box descended slowly from the ceiling before sealing itself closed around her neck. John could only guess what was going on but when it opened a few minutes later, it was apparent that the next stage of Natalie’s transformation was complete. Her face was now immaculately made up, her lips given a deep crimson shine, her brows plucked and shaped into fine black arches above the silver and grey shading of her eyes. Her lashes, removed by the liquid in the previous room, had been replaced by incredibly long spidery strands that were now thick with mascara and matched perfectly the delicate sweep of kohl that defined her eyes. A sweep of dark blusher completed her bizarre appearance but they had little time to consider her glamorous new appearance as the next machine placed a bobbed blond wig onto her bald head and, after a moment’s adjustment, sealed it to her skin with a hiss of steam.
Before she disappeared for the last time, John saw a flash as lasers scanned her naked body, sizing her for the outfit she was now doomed to wear. When she appeared on the far side of this last device, John barely recognised the young woman who had accompanied him on this ill-gotten venture. Beneath the lush cosmetics and the obvious glamour allure of her wig, her features were still vaguely recognisable. However, beneath the clinging black latex of her intensely perverse costume, it was obvious that her body had been modified slightly; her breasts larger and firmer than they had been before, her waist radically narrowed and now constrained in a tight leather corset. Her legs seemed longer too but that they may have just been the six-inch stiletto heels that jutted sharply from the thigh high boots she was now wearing. She turned towards him as the various metallic attachments retracted from her body and then, finally released from her bondage, the new Natalie stepped slowly from the conveyor.
"My god. Are you all right?" John asked, barely able to believe that she was still alive.
Natalie didn’t answer but continued walking, surprisingly gracefully in such incredible heels, as if she was actually enjoying herself. She caught a glimpse of herself in one of the polished steel surfaces as she teetered towards him and, amazingly, she smiled at her reflection.
"Natalie. Are you sure you’re okay?"
"Mmm." She purred. "I feel wonderful. Like I’ve never felt before John. Look how beautiful I am and you wouldn’t believe how turned on I feel. This latex membrane is so much more sensitive than my old skin and its covered me absolutely everywhere. I feel so aroused. Seeing those mannequins earlier, I never realised how wonderful it would be to become one too. Look at my figure, my face and my hair. I would never have struggled so violently if I’d realised what it would be like."
John gasped as the intensely beautiful latex love doll bent down and kissed him, her body shuddering with pleasure as she pressed her rubbery mound against his crotch. He was too surprised to resist and he barely noticed the tiny unit with its flashing green light on the back of her neck as he responded to her unnatural desires.
"Natalie. What have they done to you?" he screamed as he finally pulled away. "They’ve turned you into a…"
He was silenced as a large mechanical arm grabbed his wrists.
"I’m a latex pleasure doll now John, programmed to serve whoever is lucky enough to buy me."
She paused as the machines lifted the struggling form onto the conveyor belt.
The mannequin giggled as she sat down and lit a cigarette, watching John’s body being transported to the first of the machines.
"You’re going to be made into the she-male version." She called after him. "And then you’ll be given a beautiful figure and large ripe breasts just like me except you’ll be allowed to keep your penis too. Some of the male customers like that in a woman but, once your implant has been activated, you won’t mind that at all."
Brushing an errant blond hair from his beautifully made up eyes, he walked slowly across the room. A man was waiting for him on the bed. John’s corset creaked slightly as he leaned forward and kissed him fully on the lips.
"What would you like me to do for you today?" John whispered seductively, his voice now that of a young teenage girl.
He smiled in anticipation as his new owner replied. Fellatio was one of his favourites.
Don't forget to choose which feminized male makes the prettier girl (details here)!