| Lita By Lucy Yip Sensation returned slowly. He remembered�almost nothing. Particularly . . . where he was sitting. He was on a floor, a carpeted floor. And his body felt . . . strange. Very strange. He was having difficulty focusing; it was as if his eyes didn�t want to let him see. He shifted his weight. He felt encased�wrapped. Like a Christmas present, he thought. When his vision cleared enough that he could see once more . . .. He gazed down upon shiny blackish-blue rubber encasing a large set of breasts. Then he remembered . . .. He had come to the house of the woman referred to as Lucy. That wasn�t her real name; no one save but a few knew that. Lucy was supposed to have powers. The ability to transform, he�d been told. She can look into your fucking mind and give you what you want, one person on ICQ had told him. It sounded marvelous, but . . . he�d also been told that sometimes what you have hiding in your subconscious could burn your ass if you weren�t careful. One of the stories on the Internet said that she�d taken one guy who had wanted to become "the object of everyone�s attention," and turned him into a brass statute of a woman that supposedly sat in a museum somewhere. Of course it was a "living statue," but who would know that? It had taken him months�almost a year�of searching to determine if this Lucy were a real person or not. In the end, it wasn�t he who found her . . .. The email had told him to show up at such and such an address at 8 PM�sharp. If he were but five minutes late, he could kiss her ass and forget about whatever it was he wanted from her. He didn�t want that to happen. If what was said about this woman was correct, then she could . . .. She could give me the body I�ve always wanted. Lucy was a small, but very beautiful Chinese woman. She wore a jade colored robe and a pair of black patent leather platform heels which, while adding about eight inches to her height, still left her a couple of inches shorter. He figured she must only be five foot tall at the most. She looked him over as if he were some fungal growth she�d discovered in her sink. "Let me guess," she said in perfect, but slightly accented English. "You want a transformation." "Yes." She smiled�but it wasn�t one you might see upon the face of a happy person. There was a certain cynicism behind that grin . . . he started to get worried, but bucked up. "You want to tell me what you�d like to become?" she asked. He tapped his forehead. "They say you can read minds." "So it�s said . . .." "Then you could turn me into what I�ve got up here," he told her. She crossed her arms over her pert, ample breasts. "You might not like what you have up there," she said. "You have any fantasies like�oh, being a pregnant shemale? Or being a mannequin? Or being a two-headed, six legged hermaphrodite who�" "I know what I want to be," he told her with no uncertainty. "All I want to know is�what will it cost me?" Lucy fixed him with a rigid stare that nearly knocked him to the wall. "It�ll cost you what I want it to cost you," she finally told him in a low, soft voice. "It�s never money . . .." "That�s fine." "Good." Lucy pulled her arms into her robe. "Just so we�re square on that�" Then he blacked out. He looked down at "his" breasts. They were large�probably C cup, maybe larger. And they seemed to be growing. It was difficult to tell; they were incased in something blackish and shinny�latex. He knew that. It was something he�d dreamed of often. Except for his hands and head, his whole body� No, scratch that shit. Her body . . . for he was now a she. He had wanted Lucy to transform him into a woman; a woman who enjoys sex and dressing in fetish outfits and . . .. And who had big, soft, firm tits. It looked like she might. It did appear�yes, her breasts were growing. She felt great excitement. Get bigger, bigger, she thought, urging them on. She wanted to touch herself, but she couldn�t move. She was locked in this half-kneeling, half-sitting position; only her head and eyes could move. With just that she tried to take inventory of her body with what she could feel. Her hair was cut so it was out of her eyes, but it was pulled back tightly in a very severe bun. Running her tongue across her lips she could tell she had on a lot of lipstick�probably red. Her feet felt as if they�d been contorted and stretched out. She could feel very long, thick heels pressing into her ass and figured she was wearing ballet boots. How high were the heels she couldn�t tell; this was not part of the fantasy she�d drawn up for herself. It had to be Lucy�s influence. Speaking of her ass . . . something soft and vibrating filled it. A butt plug. Her asshole was clenching it, and the feeling the soft vibrations imparted left her feeling a little weak in the stomach. She was getting turned on . . . which was evident from the fluid she could feel collecting in her new pussy. She wished she could move her hands and run them along the contours of her now-smooth crotch and imagine what it would be like to thrust her fingers deep into that wet fuck-hole of pleasure that was now a part of her body. The outline of the zipper was deep in the crevasse of her labia, and her clitoris . . . it was not just throbbing, it was fucking THROBING. With every beat of her heart she could feel her clit pulse, and as it continued to rub against her suit the feeling that she was going to explode, that her insides were going to erupt and gush out all over this carpet, grew more intense. Lucy stood before her. Her position . . . she couldn�t help but feel intimidated by the woman who�d granted her the dream of a lifetime . . .. "Thank you," she said. "This is�" Lucy jammed her right foot into her crotch and pushed hard. "Did I give you permission to speak?" She knew what was occurring . . . another part of her dream. She�d always imagined herself a submissive; a girl who would be obedient of her Master, who would give herself over to any request ask of by the right person. Lucy would know this. The pressure wasn�t unpleasant, but it was against her clitoris and pubic bone, and the combination of pleasure and pain . . . "No, you didn�t," she finally said. The pressure increased. "No, what?" "No, Mistress, you did not give me permission to speak." "Mistress�?" "Mistress Lucy." The little Chinese girl smiled. "Good. Now . . ." She started pacing around the room. "I like what I see . . . you have a good imagination�all I did was improve upon it. I think I should give you a name." She stared off into space. "I considered maybe �Latex Toy,� since that is what you have become." She looked at her and giggled. "Do you not agree?" "It would be good a good description, Mistress Lucy." "But�I think you should have some portion of your individuality remaining. Just to remind you that you were once a person . . . From this point on your name is Lita. Lita Latex. You will answer only to the names of �Lita� or �Ms. Latex.� Anything else and . . ." Lucy winked. "Of course that only goes for other people. I�ll call you what I�ll like." She eyes narrowed. "Do you agree, my little Rubber Bitch?" "My name is fine, Mistress Lucy." Lita was surprised how easily she was falling into this role. "Good! Now . . . for the particulars. I said you would pay�but never in money. You have paid, Lita. With your body." "I don�t und�" Lucy stomped Lita in the stomach, hard. All the breath whooshed out of Lita in a flash. She tried to maintain her composure as she sucked in large mouthfuls of air, attempting to ignore the pain. If it weren�t for her locked position, she�d have fallen over. "Didn�t you hear me the first time, you stupid bitch?!" Lucy screamed. "You do NOT speak unless I ask you to speak! Do you understand?!" "Y�yes, Mi�Mistre�ss Lu�cy." "You do that again and I�ll put another cunt where you mouth is! Do you hear me, YOU LITTLE CUNT?!" "Yes, Miss-tress Lucy." "I�m pleased . . . as I was saying, you�ve paid with your body. I�ve fixed you in certain�ways. Such as your suit . . ." Lucy paused to see if Lita would interrupt. When she didn�t, she continued. "It�s part of your body now. It will never come off. Nor will the attached boots, or that plug vibrating in your ass." She chuckled. "The image I received from you showed a girl encased in an outfit like this. And so you are. "The suit is also designed to keep your clitoris constantly simulated. I�m sure you�ve noticed the pressure there . . . that hot little cunt of yours will be wet all the time, and with the suit rubbing against that sensitive tissue . . . I�m sure you�ll be looking for satisfaction as much as possible. I should remind you now, however, that you are unable to undo the crotch zipper; only another people can that. So should you wish to fuck or even masturbate, you must ask�no, beg for release. "Since you can�t remove the suit, I�ve fixed you so that you�ll never produce waste. This is because you�ll never need to eat�food." Lucy saw the quizzical stare in Lita�s eyes, and explained. "Oh, you�ll have to eat, all right. But your nourishment will come as a byproduct of your ability to pleasure. From now on, you will gain sustenance only from the mucus of women�s pussies, and the semen from men�s balls. And it will be necessary for you to eat three times a day� "And your tits. I know you like them large. They�ll grow to EE in an hour or so. The area between your breasts is comprised of a self-lubricating silicon derivative, so tit fucking you will be possible without lubrication. If you please me I will allow them to grow larger; I know if I left it up to you they�d reach the fucking floor in no time. Not just yet, my pet, but maybe some day . . .. "But should you displease me . . . fuckin� piss me off one too many times, and I�ll turn you into a rubber fuck toy. A real one. You�ll be immobile yet self-aware. As bad as you may ever think this life could be�that would be worse." Lucy saw that Lita wished to speak. "You may talk freely, Lita." "Mistress . . ." There were tears beginning to streak down Lita�s cheeks. "How can you be so kind to me?" Lucy was not surprised by this reaction. She�s wanted to become this person, she thought, and she did. "You are happy, Ms. Latex?" "Very much so, Mistress Lucy!" "Stand." For the first time Lita could move. Slowly she made her way to her feet. The boots, as Lita expected, had at least twelve-inch heels, as well as a few inches in the toes. Standing like this with presure constantly on her toes was a little painful, but Lita knew in time that she�d come to ignore it�or possiblely love it? As it was she towered over Lucy. Lita figured without the boots on she was about five-foot tall, but in these extreme platforms one would never know her true height. Lucy fondled Lita�s breasts, then ran a hand slowly long the curve of her groin. "I�m going to keep this cunt locked away for the next few months," she told the quivering girl. "I�m having a little get together come 4th of July, and I think I�ll use you for the entertainment. So having your primed . . ." She smiled. "Is there something you would like, Lita?" "May I eat lunch, Mistress Lucy?" Lucy cast aside her robe, revealing a magnificent body. She was all woman . . . but Lita watched in amazement as her clitoris morphed into a huge cock, at least a foot long. A set of testicles the size of tennis balls hung between her legs. "You may, Ms. Latex," Lucy told her as her penis became erect. "I want you to deep throat this cock, bitch, and swallow every last drop. Gag even once, and you�ll gain one hundred pounds." Lita didn�t need to be asked twice. She carefully dropped to her knees�I�m going to have to learn how to walk all over again with these boots, she thought�and, taking Lucy�s cock in her right hand, slowly glided it into her mouth. Relaxing as much as possible, she felt her throat open, and the head of the enormous dick slid into the opening as Lita began sucking the member, feeling the butt plug vibrate faster as her pussy tightened and the first of many, many orgasms began to erupt . . .. Lucy�s 4th of July party was a small affair, just her and ten of her closest "friends". Most were people she�d either transformed or had performed other acts of magic for. It wasn�t often she had get-togethers like this, but she did enjoy seeing how these people were doing. Mostly she had these parties so she could show off her latest creation. She gazed over in the corner when Mandy was standing with her husband. Mandy had been last years "model," so to speak. The girl had a fantasy of being a centaur girl with four legs and the same number of breasts. Lucy had given her that fantasy�but only on the grounds that she take a lover who�d share her fantasy, and that she conceive a child. Lucy could see the bulge in her mid-torso, and knew she�d fulfilled both ends of the bargain. Approaching Lucy was her favorite customer�and one of her first. It was Lucy Tou. This Lucy had also been a man at one time, and had requested to be turned into an Asian girl�one with rather large breasts. Lucy had made her a near twin of herself, but of course there were a few changes . . .. "How are you doing, Lucy?" Ms. Tou asked in perfect Mandarin. Lucy Tou could not speak any languages other than Mandarin Chinese and Japanese. She could speak some broken English after all this time, but most of what came out of her mouth consisted of phrases like, "Me fuck you very much real good, you like?" "I am fine, Ms. Tou," she replied in same, smiling. "How is Tokyo?" "Very nice. And the business is doing well." "I know." One of the things Ms. Tou did for Lucy was operate a brothel in Roppoggi for her. "Will we see your newest design tonight?" "Of course." "I can�t wait." She leaned in close to Lucy. "Are we still on for this evening? I�ve been waiting all month to get you along and fuck your brains out." Lucy had been looking forward to this encounter as well. Twice a year she and Ms. Tou fucked like rabbits for most of a night. "Of course, my dear. And I�ll make sure I drink a lot of water before coming to bed." "Wonderful," Ms. Tou exclaimed before walking off. Lucy was glad to see the change she�d made to Ms. Tou�to have her to drink the piss of other women as her only liquid refreshment�was now a rather nonchalant attitude. Lucy heard the door to the library open. She didn�t need to know who was there. She had told Lita to wait there until 8:30 PM sharp, then make her entrance. She was right on time. She watch in wonder as the girl�clothed as she always was in her "outfit"�made her way across the room, slowly, one foot before the other, hands and arms to her side, molding along the contours of her body, eyes slightly unfocused, never looking directly at anyone� Lucy was very please with Lita�s full transformation. She had wanted to be this latex encased vixen, and she was. There was little Lucy had to do to make her act this way; Lita was a natural when it came to not "playing" this roll, but "being" it. She finally stopped before Greg, who Lucy had helped make very rich two year ago. She�d never requested Greg "pay up" for her favors. Now� Lita finally looked directly into Greg�s face and said in a soft, low voice, "Greetings, Sir. My name is Lita Latex. You may call me by the name �Lita� or �Ms. Latex.� I am to be your fuck toy." Greg was a little taken back by this. "My fuck toy? For this evening?" Lita smiled. "No, Sir. I am your fuck toy from now on. I am a present from Mistress Lucy, and I am to see to your sexual needs from this day forth." While Greg stared flabbergasted at the grinning Lucy, Lita continued. "Now, Sir, if you would undo my crotch you may fuck me on any of the available furniture�" "W-what?" "Or if you�d prefer�" She knelt slowly and began to undo his pants. "I will suck your cock and drain your balls of cum." "Ah�I�" Lita looked up. "There is no need to worry, Sir. I am very good at sucking cock. You will find I am very pleasurable . . . and once I make you cum, I can start calling you Mater. "Now, may I ask: would you prefer to cum in my mouth, or would you rather cum in my face and have me wipe it off and eat it . . .?" The End |