Beach Glory (Old)

Warning: This short story contains inanimate transformation and some rather adult scenes. If you don't know that means, steer clear


  Elvira watched with anticipation as the machine rumbled to life, a silver rod with a balled end extending toward her bellybutton. A show girl with a Cosmagic brand printed across her bikini smiled at her and gave her the thumbs up, sitting off the stage as the machine did it's work. As the rod prodded her bellybutton, Elvira grew worried. She hadn't warned anyone, and the only person who knew this was even happening was Archerd, next up to be a volunteer for the latest Cosmagic product. Not that her mother would really mind. The cold and eletrified metal rod zapped with consistency. Three, two, one.. zap. Each zap filling her chest with warmth, something no one had warned her about. The rod seemed to reach forever, it's tip lodged far into her bellybutton. It's bizzare material pushing through her as though she was warm butter. Her mother might be proud, after all she did buy her Cosmagic pies and cookies frequently. Zap! Elvira bit her lower lip as the procedure continued, the audiance captivated and silent, in awe of what was happening. Her skin's hue began to turn an almost unnoticably darker shade, unusual for Elvira's pale shade, her dark, shoulder-length hair contrasting with it naturally.

    This was something she wanted, wasn't it? After all, the only reason she had been holding back all this time was to wait for the perfect product. Elvira didn't care much for vanity, or immortality. What had captivated her all this time was how somebody could agree to make themselves into something so beautifully temporary, and how she was experiencing it. Warmth began to grow in her midsection, the rod having traveled far in such a short period of time. The machine itself was as tall as a dish trolly, buttons and switches on a small panel on the side. It rumbled quietly, the status showing up as green for good to go. Elvira opened her mouth to gasp, her lips dripping with saliva and something thicker, that tasted like latex. The girl whimpered with joy as the rod began to remove itself from her, it's warmth quickly spreading within her. Elvira bit her lip again, getting another taste of the strange liquid on her lips. She stood nude, her arms close to her sides and her legs thinly spread apart, just enough to let her stand comfortably, as the Cosmagic woman stated she should. Her lengthy brown hair began to turn some bizzare red color, sprouting from her forehead and dousing her head in orange.

    Elvira could feel her stomach churn, although it felt more pleasurable than sickening, as though her insides had turned to warm mush, mixing and mingling, and warming her skin. Her hands clung to her bare hips, sticking to them like super glue had bonded them. The rod's magical warmth reaching her womanhood. "Mmmph.." She moaned, unable to control how good it felt. She wanted to tease herself, to stroke, but instead her hands remained in the same place, perfectly still as they turned orange. Her hair melded into one shape, having combined into a chunk of thick orange plastic. Her eyes fluttered, then remained shut, unable to open them herself. Elvira thought again and again, Why does this feel so good? Only to reply to herself, Because you want it too. She couldn't so much as move her lips anymore, and her tongue seemed to receed into the back of her throat, seething warmth filling up her legs and dainty feet, her groin molding and turning a shiny orange. The audiance began to whisper in awe as the girl began to drop in size, to four feet. Her skin tone turned a glossy orange, and her face gained an expression of pleasure so erotic that the overlooking Archerd dropped his jaw. Her body felt stricken with pleasure, every bit of her skin sang with it.

    She could see another model come onto the stage behind the machine, moving the four foot tall woman to face the audiance. Her legs gradually began to spread as the heat grew moreso. Elvira's hard plastic skin turning mildly transparent, to reveal a hollow head. There where a series of gloops and plops, the transparency revealing the fact that her hard shell was full of pale cream-colored liquid. Her rump and groin converged into a single hole between her legs in unison, creating a noise that a preverted mind couldn't repeat. The liquid quickly poured from the hold, but her legs quickly collapsed together again. Her legs, and parts of her hips, where aparently a softer plastic, purely solid. As her legs came together, the pouring stopped, as did Elvira's world-rocking pleasure. The dripping of the goo, which now had a more orange-cream color, had sent her into a state of almost euphoria. The shrinking continued as her body stopped presenting itself to the audiance, dropping to three feet, then two..

Her body looked exactly as it did before it was transformed, other than the fact she was now a nine inch tall orange bottle. Elvira would gasp with pleasure if she had any organs, but instead she remained in the same pose, smiling proudly as a naked object. The show girl, who Elvira recalled as 'Rena', returned to the stage as the crowd began cheering and applauding. Rena picked up the full, small bottle and held it's legs toward her opposite hand. She pressed lightly down on Elvira's midsection, which propelled a squirt of sunscreen into her palm. The model smiled and rubbed the stuff over her left thigh, revealing a similar cream tan look. "This sunscreen has a sun protection factor of almost 130, and will retain a nice tan! Perfect if you've got fair skin like our volunteer!" Rena proclaimed. The crowd roared in excitement, while Elvira was taken off stage by an attendent. A tag was placed across Elvira's breasts, stating that she was a sample, and passed around the crowd until she was returned to the table, flattened and caked with lotion.