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Mannequin Selfi
🕑 Added 2024-12-30 02:08:28 +0000 UTCMary lined up her phone to send a selfie to her friends as a farewell. Her body was now nearly totally plastic, complete with her sections at key points of her body and even her hair changed into a wig. If she wasn’t moving then she would look exactly like any other mannequin. Exactly like she wanted to be.
Since she was a child, Mary had dreamed of this, although then it was becoming one of her dolls instead of a mannequin, but the basic concept was always there. She never could explain why she felt so comfortable with the idea of being just an inanimate dummy, but as she grew up, it meshed with her libido, and became a fantasy that always made her horny. Sometimes she imagined being a sexdoll, sometimes she was a statue, others a robot, but the mannequin was what she always returned to.
That's why when Mary found a way to make her fantasy real, to actually turn her body into a plastic shell, then despite the fact the transformation would be permanent and that it would make her fully inanimate, she was totally into it. Her family and friends first thought that she was crazy, and later asked her to reconsider, to think about what she was going to lose, but she was still obsessed. Besides, it wouldn’t matter what happened, she could never regret it, because around a month after the change was completed, her mind would have become so simple that she would be only a happy mannequin that wants to display clothes in the store that bought her. Even that idea made her ever more horny!
So Mary sold or gave away all her possessions and bought the potion to transform her. It would take time to complete the change from woman to mannequin, around one week, so she decided to live her last week as a human as one big long party. She moved into a room in a five-star hotel, and spent her time doing things that she would never have made the time for as a human, and never could as a mannequin. And each day, she found herself waking up in bed with her body changed a bit more. Everything was changing, even her general body shape. She’d always had a reasonably attractive body, but she knew she didn’t compare to the likes of top models. But as the week went on, her silhouette gained more curves, shifting to that of an idealized female shape, ready to model and sell outfits. These changes made her feel more and more like an object. And that got her feeling more and more horny whenever she thought about it.
The last morning before the change completed she woke up and noticed that there was a lot of light in the room. She wondered who turned on the lights, but then Mary realised it was sunlight streaming through the windows! She tried to blink and discovered she couldn’t. She panicked for a moment then realized that she didn't have eyelids anymore. Her eyes were now just painted on features, and so had no eyelids, nor even the need for them. She stiffly climbed out of bed and moved over to the mirror, each slow movement getting her more excited. There, Mary could see that she could still slightly move her eyes, but they looked totally like painted plastic balls. She wanted to moan with pleasure, but then she was aware of a second change that had happened whilst she slept. Her mouth was fully transformed, her lips now just painted on lip shaped moulded ridges on her face. In fact, she realised she was barely breathing just through her nose, and yet she didn’t feel at risk of suffocation. Out of the corner of her eye she spied the box of her favourite chocolates that she bought a few days ago, to be her final meal on this last day of humanity, now to be wasted as she wouldn’t be able to open her mouth to eat them. The final parts of the transformation were happening faster than she imagined, and so her plans would have to adjust to that. It was a shame, she loved those chocolates.
Watching herself in the mirror, she marveled as her skin had now taken on a shiny artificial texture, similar to plastic. Likewise, around her wrists, thighs, shoulders and neck, indentations were clearly visible, showing clearly where she could be able to be dismantled. Slowly, Mary took her left hand and started to turn it, until she unscrewed it. She stared at the screw coming out of her hand and the corresponding hole on her arm for it to connect back to, the sheer sight of it arousing her. Although her hand was detached she could still feel it and move it although it felt a lot stiffer than it had before she detached it. She stood there transfixed by it, imagining herself totally dismantled. That thought caused her to feel extremely hot, and she instinctively moved her other hand between her legs, discovering a third change. Her mouth wasn't the only part of her that had permanently closed, her sex had too. Mary remembered that it had looked simpler when she had played with herself the night before, and now it was gone. All that remained was a smooth plastic bulge. It still felt more sensitive than the surrounding skin and she used her detached hand to rub and tease the area. Her movements were slowed, she was still able to enjoy herself, delighting in the experience.
After she had done that, Mary decided to cancel her original plans. Instead of going out and celebrating, she would use her last human day to explore her changes in depth. Alone in her room, she experimented with her body, detaching body parts and playing with them. Part of her wished she still had a working mouth and tongue, so she could do more. She couldn’t even phone. She dressed in all the clothing she had brought over the last week for her celebrations, wishing she had brought even more! She then posed in front of her mirror, deciding which pose she would pick to hold forever. That was the most important thing, she wanted to make sure she was the best looking mannequin in the store she would end up in. At one point she moved and her hair fell from her head, converted completely into a wig. Seeing her smooth head, shining with light on her plastic like skin was almost orgasmic by itself.
And now, as the day reached its end, and knowing that soon she would not be able to move at all, she was content. Tomorrow morning she would be unable to move at all, waiting for someone to come and dismantle her, then ship her to the store she had sold herself too. As part of the sale the store would be saving most of her in storage for the first few years, to avoid someone recognising her and trying to claim her plastic form, but Mary was OK with that. Those years spend first as a torso form, and later as a headless mannequin were just as exciting to her as being full on display. All that matters was that she would be treated like a simple mannequin, just an object to be used in displays. What would be left of her mind wouldn’t care what she was wearing or how many parts of her were being used. She just would be one of the mannequins like all the others in the store.
But for now, she can still move. Very slow and robotically, but still just enough to show off her amazing new plastic body in a selfie, to say goodbye to her friends. After that she would settle into her final pose, sliding the pole on the stand she brought into the new hole in her ankle. And then she would wait. Wait and look beautiful. Because that’s all that would be left for her.
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I had an idea with this for a caption, so this is it. Thanks to Thea for the fixes of the text 😉
Comments
Arock Dino
Hehe. For me I would want the transformation and on that last day leaving me stiff able to move but just barely. But I'd still want my vagina. A way to get played with and maybe orgasm if my owner lets me
window dressee
I like most the first skin color (the almost natural) ... Nice caption, I like the mood of anticipating her transformation and that she will be a permanent real mannequin! To give more security during her last hours, I recommend some assistance, e.g. by the owner of the store she had sold herself to is invited to the party and helps her sliding the pole into the right place and settle into her final pose; while they wait together, the owner takes more pictures of the shop's new asset and tells the former girl, what a beautiful mannequin she is becoming (and how delicious the chocolate tastes ...)
Eddie
I wouldn't mind a pure black, silver, gold, bronze or even iron version of this splendid image :)
