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Sweat lightly graced my forehead. You wouldn't think remote administration would be the kind of job that could make you sweat but then, you probably aren't working from a Portuguese villa in 100 degree heat.

I stood up, flicking the switch that brought the ceiling fan to life, before returning to my, oh-so exciting investigation of why Windows update KB2534366 would not deploy to twelve machines. I sighed slightly and gave a small smile. It was strange, how the extraordinary could become mundane so quickly. Here I was, complaining about my job, when I was living the dream!

I had been working from home for years when an aunt that I had honestly met maybe twice, passed away, and through unlikely circumstance, I had ended up inheriting a holiday home she owned in Portugal, near Rio Guadiana. I had worked from home as a technician, all remote server work and as a result, I could in theory work from anywhere, including the Villa. It had taken several weeks of humming and hawing but when my friend Scott agreed to come with me, I had decided to go for it. We set out for a three month working holiday in the sun, that was soon extended to six, of which we had two left.

I brushed some sweat from my forehead as I sat naked apart from a pair of swim shorts which were still damp from an earlier dip in the pool. It really was paradise here. I had been starting to seriously consider whether I really wanted to head back home in September.

My thoughts were interrupted, most rudely I felt, by the chime of the doorbell. I got up with a slight sigh. I guess Scott had forgotten his keys, again!

It was however, not Scott at the door. It was a delivery man, wearing Khaki shorts and a loose polo shirt. He spoke to me in rapid-fire Portuguese, which despite my 2 evenings a week of tuition, might as well have been Klingon. "Uhm...Sorry, Do you speak English?"

He went silent, frowned slightly and barked at me in a thick accent "Sign!" He handed me a pen and pointed at his clipboard. I just nodded slowly and wrote my name. He took the clipboard and handed me a tented, thick brown paper envelope, the kind with bubble wrap on the inside. I closed the door and ripped it open, no idea what it could be.

"Liz the Lusty Lizard Pool Toy" stated the small box causing me to let out a short expletive. I looked around in panic even though I knew I was alone and quickly darted into my room. That could have gone wrong, real wrong. I had purchased a delivery locker for things that I didn't want Scott to know about. It only cost €3 a month and this was a good example of the kind of item that was meant to end up there. I must have stupidly selected the wrong address.

Scott knew that I liked pool toys. I had a fair selection stored next to the pool, from dolphins to crocodiles to dinosaurs. What he didn't know however, was that I liked pool toys. My secret collection was not large, but I had a couple of special ones hidden in my room, away from prying eyes. I don't know why I liked them so much but I was not entirely alone, there were a fair few other people on the internet with the same kink.

Had Scott discovered my lewd secret, it would not have been the end of the world. We had been good friends for years and I think he would have found my kink funny more than anything, but to say I would never have heard the end of it! Well, basically life would have sucked for a while and there was always the danger he might tell someone else who would not take it so well.

Fortunately, he wasn't here to see my 'lusty lizard' I was pretty excited about this one. I had discovered a new website which offered a variety of kinky and absurdly high quality inflatables. The pictures of Liz had been really quite stunning, unlike anything I had ever seen and despite the fact that a significant part of me was sure it had to be a scam, I had still placed the order. It had not been that expensive and if she was even half as good as the pictures suggested, it would have been well worth it.

I looked at the tiny box which was perhaps only four inches wide; small enough in fact, that it was in no way capable of holding any kind of pool toy, let alone a high quality one. Fuck, as expected, I had been scammed.

I sighed and shook the box slightly. Well, surprisingly it wasn't empty. There was something inside. I loosened the lid and shook the box slightly with a frown. Was that a stress ball? It wasn't shrink wrapped or anything, it just seemed to be loose in the box and so I tipped it out on to my computer desk. It was a strange, shiny, almost tar like blob. An odd, slick ball, its surface, a marbled green and white.

I regretted this immediately. The ball was deforming, flattening where it lay on the desk. The surface was rippling like a slowly melting candle or like icing which had not quite finished setting. It just looked unpleasant and I was certain it was going to leave an annoying, sticky stain. I grabbed the box in one hand, hesitated and then grabbed the ball with the other. Fuck it. I'd get as much as I could in the box, get some wire wool to clean the desk and then spend an hour in the shower to clean my hand if need be.

Well, this proved to be my second mistake. I tried to scrape as much of the gooey ball into the box as I could but the whole, sticky mess, adhered to my hand. To make things worse the gooey ball seemed to be slowly dissolving, losing its shape and the colourful stuff was slowly spreading across my hand.

I stared at my hand "Great, just great" I guessed that perhaps the heat from my hand had 'activated' it, causing it to melt faster, well, if that was the case, it should dissolve in hot water quite easily. All I needed to do was go was go to the bathroom and-

I heard the front door creak open and heavy footsteps enter "Hey Paul, you home?" Came Scott's voice

I looked at my hand. Fuck! I did not want to have to explain this. "Yeah, just in the middle of some remote server work. Windows update problems. I will catch you in the pool in a bit?"

"Yeah probably" came the voice back "I just need a minute" I heard him plump down into one of the easy chairs that sat in the living room/foyer and swore quietly to myself. I had hoped he would head for the pool and I could sneak past into the bathroom. Well fine, as weird and as disgusting as this felt. I could wait.

I drummed my fingers against my thigh, sighed and looked at my hand. It was so strange, the blob had somehow spread, until it was pretty much coating my hand like a glove. The sticky sensation was fading, being replaced with a sort of cool, soothing sensation. It still looked horrible, almost like melted sugar candy but I couldn't deny that it was starting to feel kind of nice. I tried to separate my fingers and the gooey substance stretched and groaned like chewing gum before snapping back into place.

I gave a small sigh and flipped open the wicker lid of my laundry basket. It might be a while before Scott moved on and I really wanted to remove as much of this gunk as I could. I grabbed a slightly smelly shirt and tried to scrape the goop from my hand. I frowned slightly, the stupid stuff seemed to have solidified until it was reminiscent of dried glue. I tried really hard, but all I succeeded in doing was causing a few green and white stains on my shirt.

I held up my hand and groaned. Despite the stains, it did not seem like I had removed anything, in fact, if anything, it seemed like there was slightly more. Right that's it, enough of this. I wrapped the shirt entirely around my hand and grasped it tightly by the wrist. I had hoped that by forcing the shirt over my hand, I would be able to scrape a good chunk of the stupid stuff off but it really was bonded very strongly. Sadly, in the end, after a grunt of effort, the only thing I managed to do was dislodge a small amount of surface goo, which ended up splattered across my stomach. Great. I sighed and tossed the shirt back into the wicker basket.

I looked again at my hand, what the hell was going on. I tried again to pull my fingers apart but now, they wouldn't respond at all. They were so tightly bound I could barely feel them. Gingerly, I reached out and pressed a finger against the surface. My eyes widened a little, it didn't feel gooey at all; it was like smooth latex. Fuck, what was this stuff? I had clearly been pranked, maybe something activated by heat which melts, spreads and dries?

I looked down in slight annoyance at the splotches on my stomach. I didn't really want to touch them until the stuff finished hardening. It was only a splash, just a few dots. Weirdly, the splattered dots seemed to be slowly losing their colour, fading to white. I glanced at my door. I really wanted to get to the bathroom but I also, really did not want to have to try and explain what had happened to Scott.

I sighed slightly and flumped down, sitting on the edge of my bed, trying to enjoy the gentle breeze created by the ceiling fan. I didn't worry too much about getting goo on the covers. It was pretty solid at this point and had not felt sticky at all to my touch.

I raised my hand and examined it again, it was hard not to be kind of obsessed with the stupid stuff. It was all so weird. Had the goo expanded again? It seemed to have run over my wrist causing the joint to stiffen a little. The marbling, I noticed, was no more, with the green and white having merged into a uniform tone of neon lime that's simply did not exist anywhere in nature.

I tilted my hand round. I could not feel my fingers any more, or in fact, the discomfort of having my thumb pressed up against the side of my hand. The goo seemed to have swollen, plumped a little until I couldn't even make out the shape of my hand beneath, it was just a rounded mitten shape.

My breath caught in my throat. The underneath of the 'glove' was pure snowy white. There were 3 little black triangles that were meant to represent claws. Making things worse, I could see a slight indent running around the edge which was slowly starting to look more and more like a seam.

I paused and gave a nervous laugh. This was quite an impressive prank, though, it seemed rather dependant on the poor sap, i.e. me, getting the goo on their hand. I wondered how it could possibly work and what would have happened had it landed anywhere else.

My laughter suddenly caught in my throat, wait, even if this was a prank it seemed like a cruel one. Surely, it had properly fucked up my hand. I really couldn't feel my fingers underneath...whatever this was. I quickly grabbed the 'glove' and started squishing it with my good hand, trying to find my numb fingers underneath, weirdly, I could feel the pressure somehow but I couldn't feel any flesh. "What the Fuck, no, no" I did not even try to keep the panic from my voice.

"Hey are you okay Man?" came Scott's voice

"Ah...Y...yes" I replied in strained tones "I just knocked some juice on my keyboard"

"Ah Fuck, your corsair right? You need any help?"

"No...no I've got it" I replied. I was clearly distressed but hopefully the 'loss' of my expensive keyboard would explain it to him.

I paused for a moment, the goo, okay goo wasn't a good word for it any more, it was more like some kind of liquid latex but then, that wasn't a good term either, as it seemed entirely solid to my touch.

Anyway, my point is that it was spreading somehow, the...stuff, was slowly but surely consuming my arm. I squeaked, managing to keep it low enough that Scott would not hear and squeezed down the latex covered flesh of my wrist. It gave way and my mitten like hand expanded liked a swelling balloon. I stared in horror. My flesh was not latex covered, it was latex and there seemed to be nothing underneath.

I panicked and lunged at the box. "no" I said, quietly grabbing it "no, no, no" the box was not large but I could clearly see the photograph of the lusty lizard toy, posed suggestively on its surface. Now, you all know what was happening and to be honest, on some level, so did I, I just didn't want to accept it but staring at my mitten like hand, next to the one in the advertising image, I could not deny it any longer.

"This is crazy" I moaned quietly "this cannot be happening."

I no longer cared about getting to the bathroom; there was nothing to wash off. All I could do was hope that the spreading stopped and hopefully wore off. I watched as that smooth, neon lime green and snowy white latex continued, slowly flowing down my arm, until it reached my elbow.

A sudden pinching sensation at my waist made me look down. I had to bite back a cry. The spots of goo that had hit my stomach earlier had merged and spread over most of my stomach. My waist had tightened absurdly, leaving me with an exaggerated hourglass figure despite no other changes to my form.

I groaned as I ran my fingers across the creamy white 'skin'. I could feel my gentle touch, as if the latex surface beneath was still my flesh. No, that was not quite accurate. It was true that I could feel my fingers play across the latex but the sensation was not like fingers across flesh. There was something...sensual, almost sexual about it.

I forced myself to withdraw my hand and fell back, resting on my bed. What the hell was I going to do? I could feel the latex spreading further up my arm. How was this even possible? What was going to happen if it consumed me completely?

I looked down at my stomach. There too, the white latex was spreading. It had covered much of my waist and stomach at this point and I started to panic as it spread slowly over my ass.

The latex gained a sudden burst of speed and quickly engulfed my rear, it began to swell,l like a lime green balloon. Not only could I feel it, I could hear it. I swear, I could hear an air compressor as my butt inflated and the sensation was...intoxicating. I rolled on to my front so that I could see what was happening more clearly and did my best to ignore my growing arousal. I grasped the covers with my hands...hand, as I squirmed from the intense sensations. I looked over my shoulder, my mouth hanging slightly open as I dribbled on to my covers. My ass wasn't just large, it was obscene. It was meant to provide a shelf to lean against while straddling a floating Liz in the pool.

"Are you okay?...you had all morning to tug it man...Can't you keep it down?" came Scott's irritated voice.

He thought I was masturbating, I couldn't blame him. I opened my mouth to respond but instead of a well-crafted denial, I released a loud, erotic, not entirely masculine moan.

"Uhh are you fucking someone in there?" Came Scott's reply.

I wanted to deny it but the latex was spreading into my anus and the sensation was like nothing I had ever experienced. I writhed in the covers as the flowing latex started to form a crust, slowly forcing my anus open. I could not see what was happening but I was familiar with Liz's features. I moaned again as the opening became more circular, a strange, plush bag structure forming at the edge. The opening was deep within my swollen ass but Liz was as much sex doll as pool toy and I knew what was forming back there, even if I could not see it.

"Fuck, whatever man. I'm jumping in the pool, just keep the freaky stuff down"

My eyes watered a little and I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood as the latex spread from my waist towards my groin. I watched a series of black stripes appear and spread like ink blots over the green latex of my lower back and ass.

I wanted to cry. My situation was horrifying. My body was being systematically consumed and turned into something inhuman. I was literally being turned into an object and to make things worse, the process was _maddeningly_pleasurable. The pleasure would not even let me be properly scared, it was ridiculous. I roughly shoved my head into the covers to stifle another moan as the latex approached my groin. I really, really didn't want this to happen. My cock was rock hard and the cold sensation of the latex surrounding it hardly helped. A damp sticky patch underneath my stomach made me realise that I had actually cum when the latex had stretched my anus. The sensation of the plastic pouch forming had been so intense, I actually hadn't noticed.

The second the latex hit the base of my cock I screamed. My thighs began to hump the covers and I wedged a pillow hard into my mouth, biting down to muffle the sound. I could feel my balls pumping with all their might, I'd never really been conscious of cum actually flowing out my balls before. I felt dizzy and my vision swam. Little spots of colour danced across the white of the pillow as I continued to spray my bed with gunk.

With each hump, each spray, my cock got a little smaller, not that I was entirely aware of it. I was somehow trapped in heaven and hell all at once; I was experiencing pleasure like I had never known in return for what seemed an entirely unreasonable sacrifice.

How long was I lost in that state? Honestly, I am not sure, I might have blacked out for a moment. It was hard to tell, my mind had basically shut down from sensation anyway. Suddenly, awareness of my surroundings returned. I spat, eww, that was disgusting. I raised myself up from my pillow. I had actually ripped the surface with my teeth, creating a disgusting mixture of feathers, saliva and a little blood, from where I had bit my lip earlier.

I groaned and somehow pushed myself up and off the bed, back onto unsteady feet. As my groin slid along the sheets, I was assaulted by a series of pulsing explosions, but somehow, I ignored them. Well, I moaned and panted a little but considering my situation, that felt like the ultimate act of chastity. I looked down at my bed, wiping water from my eyes. Holy shit. I had never seen so much cum in my life, I suspected there was enough to soak through my sheets and into the mattress. I giggled with a tone of madness, part of me wondered if this was worth it. I was still a little dazed and it really had been the most incredible sensation.

Suddenly my breath caught and I sobered rather quickly. I had caught sight of myself in my wardrobe mirror and moved quickly to get a better look. My cock was gone, instead replaced by a gaping, fake plastic pussy which sat round and open in a hard plastic shell. It nestled between a pair of wide hips; a parody of femininity. I moaned slightly as I gingerly reached an exploring finger down towards its inviting plush folds; the second I made contact, my neck snapped back and the world turned monochrome, just for a moment.

I moaned lewdly and drooled onto my chest. Part of me wanted to just drop to my knees and start masturbating but I forced my hands to my side and took several deep breaths, before looking back to the mirror. My waist and thighs were consumed, my ass was so large; you could see the swollen cheeks from my front and my right arm was completely transformed up to the shoulder. My body was a mixture of lurid lime green and perfect bleached white, boasting a series of black stripes spread evenly over my back and shoulders. I groaned and placed my hands on my head, how could this be happening? I know, I had asked this already but I had not come up with a suitable explanation, not that I did this time either.

I blinked for a second...wait. I looked at my arm. It was bent slightly at the elbow, though, there was no actual joint. It seemed like it was designed to be held forward and slightly to the side. It wasn't the typical sex doll pose, the arms would be much too close together but I guessed that was to help it float well in water. It seemed if I let it relax, it pretty much bounced straight to that position but if I intentionally tried to move it, I could and it was only a little stiffer than normal. I ran my hand up the shiny surface and squeezed. There were no bones, it really was just air within that shiny latex shell. How was I even moving it? I sort of had darkly assumed that when this was all over, I would be immobile, maybe even senseless. A little, deeply distraught part of me, thought I had been effectively dying here but maybe that wasn't the case.

I started to laugh. It started small but soon became rolling, almost maddened cackles. I had felt a surge of hope, hope! Because I might still be mobile as this fucking doll I was turning into. What a situation to be in, that such a thing could give me hope.

The latex wasn't willing to wait for my hysterics, it really was a most rude substance. It possessed no sense of decorum at all and had been continuing to flow as I laughed. Each millimetre of skin it assimilated sent tiny little sparks of pleasure through my form, nothing like the exploding, overwhelming avalanche I had just experienced but enough to keep me really, damn horny.

This was bullshit, it was flowing slowly upwards towards my chest but it was moving much faster down my legs and instead of being horrified, I was horny. Well, I was both but being forced to enjoy it was humiliating and I didn't care if being horny was a normal state for a sex doll, it was still, so very unfair.

I tried to ignore the sensations and just focus on the transformation. The neon green rubber was flowing down my legs, replacing my buff masculine flesh (okay flabby, slightly hairy flesh) with exaggerated, smooth feminine curves. I tried to stop rubbing my thighs together as I wondered how I was even standing, with my legs a mixture of flesh and high quality latex but it did not make any less sense than anything else.

The inside of my thighs were a creamy white, surrounded by that lurid lime. Jagged black stripes ran around the outside of my thighs and across the front. It made me think of a dinosaur. I was gaining an almost raptor-esque look to my patternings, that was, if you ignored the toy like colours. I shook my head slightly and groaned "Oh Fuck No, please"

As the latex continued to roll, letters were forming on the lime latex running down my right leg. " LIZ THE LUSTY LIZARD" was being printed in large, bold, confident letters. I should not have been that surprised, Liz was like that in her picture but it felt like a shameful brand. 'It makes me look like a toy' I thought before mouthing quietly "Well aren't you?"

The latex finished consuming my legs, as this troubling thought disrupted my concentration. For a moment, I was not instructing my legs how to stand and so they assumed their default position. If I was just turning into a regular sex doll, I think we all know what position that would be but I was meant to serve dual purpose as a pool float and so I fell into a kneeling position instead, landing on outstretched hands.

I moaned; a mixture of arousal and complaint. I hated this. I looked over at my reflection in the mirror and shook my head slightly. From the ass down I looked incredible; well to a pervert like me anyway. This truly was the object I had fallen in love with on that website, the object that had caused me to hand over credit card details, even though I was 90% sure it was a scam.

My ass started to jiggle weirdly and I released an involuntary moan. I could see my eyes flutter in the mirror and my mouth drop open. Man I looked stupid, I never liked my face when aroused. The jiggle stopped but the sensation didn't and I found myself leaning harder and harder into my elbows, my tongue lolling from my gaping mouth. I fucking loved this look on the fairer sex but on me? This was beyond humiliating and that damn air compressor noise was back. I could feel a pressure building, though it was hard to identify exactly where it was. It felt like it was coming from somewhere inside my stomach but nothing was actually expanding. I could feel it through, damn could I feel it.

There was an explosive sensation of pressure being released and I cried out in orgasm, at least number three had I been counting (I sort of was) I glanced back, watching through a haze of ecstasy as a long, fat tail, expanded outwards from my ass. It was that same black striped, neon green on the top with a familiar, creamy white underneath. I moaned and squeezed my hands into fists, well, one of them. The tail finished folding out as I slowly descended from my orgasmic high, it had to be a good 4 feet long and looked oh, so squishy. I slammed my fist into the ground. I had so looked forward to hugging and squeezing that!

I panted slightly, looking down at the pale laminate of my floor. I was interrupted by a sudden, intense twinge from my ass. I moaned and complained "Oh come on, please at least give me a break before changing me further" I looked back and audibly gasped. A pair of large, pool-toy style handles graced my ass, worse, next to one was a large white box filled with writing " Caution, this fucktoy is a choking hazard!" Rude! More humiliating branding.

I forced myself to my feet and wobbled unsteadily. Balancing was kind of difficult because I really was rather top heavy. Most of my lower body weighed...well, nearly nothing. In fact thinking about it, I was pretty sure I should be pinned to the ground by my upper torso but whatever magic was responsible for this, did not seem to care much at all for physics.

I stared at the mirror, taking ragged breaths, as I continued my futile attempts to control my emotions. I was still super horny and the humiliation was almost overwhelming. Given my situation, it might seem strange that feelings of humiliation were more prominent than fear but come on, I had fucking handles, there was script declaring me to be a 'LUSTY LIZARD' announcing to everyone that I was some kind of product.

The latex had continued its march over my belly button and up towards my chest. It had also expanded over my right shoulder and was making gradual progress towards my neck. My eyes widened, holy fuck, my belly button had somehow turned into an air valve, one of those standard plastic flip ones. I was so shocked that I lost my train of thought again and my body immediately, assumed the default position. I scrambled back to my feet, face red, my knees squeaking loudly as they slid along the wooden floor. I was actually crying a little and started to rub my eyes "I hate this, why is this happening to me? I just want someone to play with me"

My eyes shot open, my vision still a little blurry. I want what? The latex seemed to flow over my shoulders and neck, rapidly shrinking them down into a pleasant feminine shape. It seemed to leave my chest mostly untouched as it flowed over and around my back, forcing it into an exaggerated feminine curve, that would be just perfect for straddling in the pool.

A sudden ping of pain interrupted all those tiny sparks of pleasure and I glanced back with a moan to find the handles on my ass, had been joined by a second pair on my shoulders. I growled and stamped my foot, causing a bouquet of pleasant jiggles to ripple through my form, destroying my momentary defiance. I simply bit my lip and shook my head, at least it would give my lovers plenty to hold on to.

I blinked at the rogue thought but before I had any opportunity to properly think about it, the air compressor like noise had returned and my chest was starting to swell. I moaned loudly and had to catch myself against the mirror, my legs were trying to force themselves to their kneeling position but I fought against it and just managed to maintain my balance. My breasts pushed out against the mirror and I have to say watching two cartoonish erotic lizard girls, boobs docked, slowly pushing away from each other as our swollen chests became enormous bloated balloons, might have been the most erotic thing I had ever seen.

I moaned and writhed against the mirror as my chest was consumed by those perfect orbs, so perky, no amount of surgery could ever have achieved the same effect. My eyes were closed during most of the process but have no doubt, I was aware of every step of the change. I could even sort of feel the in-turned seams, forming along the outside edge. When they had finished, they were significantly larger than my head and although they lacked nipples, there was a large black 'circle' that represented my areola with a small pink circle nestled inside.

I lay against my reflection panting, shuddering moans periodically spilling from my lips. I should be exhausted but somehow I wasn't. Sure, I was panting and moaning and I felt like I needed a moment to catch my breath but that deep, seated exhaustion just wasn't there. I felt like if you gave me a couple of minutes to catch my breath id be back to peak condition. Well in fairness, I would be a pretty poor quality doll if I could not outlast my lover.

I blinked and shook my head again "No...no, no!" I moaned, that was one too many stray thoughts to be coincidence. This thing was fucking with my head. I couldn't deny it any more. Wasn't it enough to turn me into a fuckdoll? It didn't need to make me think like one too.

The latex was flowing over my left shoulder and up my neck. I started to sweat and wiped my brow with my good hand. I was really worried about what would happen when it consumed my head. The latex, of course, did not care for my concerns and soon my neck and chin were coated with a creamy white, drawing out another moan from my gaping mouth. My voice was already not entirely masculine but as the latex moved over my adams apple, it rose significantly higher in pitch, gaining an erotic tone that made me think of crinkled satin. I moaned again, well maybe not satin, that seemed classy, maybe more like...well, latex; my voice held nothing back. It was like a public invitation to play with me. Oh please, wouldn't someone play with me?

"No...no, no" I moaned softly as the latex moved up and around the sides of my head. I don't want to be played with, I don't want to be... I shook my head, wasn't I a toy? Wasn't a toy meant to be played with? Wasn't that its purpose? I groaned as the green latex passed my ears, they just seemed to melt into the surface of my head. Two, tiny painted black dots taking their place.

I groaned slightly, I wasn't a toy. I glanced in the mirror, eyes half lidded. My 'good' hand was groping at one of my bloated breasts while my balloon hand was slowly massaging my plastic pussy. My whole body was writhing erotically, even sensually. Fuck, I looked amazing. I had wanted to play with this doll so much...wait, wasn't I playing with her right now?

I giggled as I groped myself; a strangely musical noise that sent tingles up my spine (not that I had a spine). It looked like I would get to play with Liz after all. "You're such a naughty lizard" I whispered to myself "Such a tease but everyone knows you're just a lusty lizard, Its written on your side" The latex swept over the top of my head, my hair drifting slowly to the ground like sycamore seeds, my skull starting to flatten slightly. Part of me was making a lame joke, trying to rescue a few moments of genuine pleasure before I submitted to Liz but part of me was being serious. It was starting to get hard not to think of myself as Liz, not to think of myself as a lusty lizard! God I wanted someone to play with me.

The latex flowed over my eyes and for a terrifying moment, I was blind. I released a frightened squeal, but soon, vision returned and I could see that a pair of cartoony, half lidded eyes, decorated with violet eye shadow, were painted on the side of my plastic head. I blinked slightly. I couldn't fully open them, the widest they would consent, was that half open, seductive stare, but they functioned normally, actually animating on the surface of the latex as I moved them. That was super...super weird and felt beyond bizarre.

I groaned again as my face finished pushing out into a reptilian muzzle, my nose disappeared into the mass and a pair of little ridges formed up and around my eyes. A seam was forming from the top of my head, down the middle of my snout, just to really drive home that artificial look, as if that neon lime was not enough.

The latex flowed towards my mouth and I wondered in a moment of clarity if there was anything I had missed that might reverse the process, of course, once I was Liz, would I have a reason to even try? Would I even remember that I used to be Liz...I mean...wait, who did I used to be? I wasn't always a Lusty Lizard...I think. I groaned and shook my head, suddenly my eyes shot wide open. Scott, I had to tell Scott. He could help...as long as someone knew who I was, there might be a chance for them to find a solution.

I took a final glance in the mirror. My lips were being forced into a pout. It was a strange sensation, almost like someone was gently tugging them away from me. I scrambled to the door, trying to ignore the odd sensations and flung it open while I still had fingers to do so. I looked around wildly "Scott?" I called, an erotic moan as much as anything else "Scobbb Bleeeh" my voice distorted as the latex engulfed my lips and flowed into my mouth. I moaned, as my already plump lips opened against my will and formed into a round, gaping orifice. My legs weakened and I released an animalistic cry as I could feel the plush, swollen bag starting to form in what used to be my throat.

I stumbled and clutched the armrest of an easy chair trying to steady myself. I rubbed the side of my head, causing endless squeaks, as I tried to regain some semblance of concentration. A doll was for her lover's pleasure after all, self-pleasure was a rather inefficient use of my body. I shook my head again, trying to clear my mind "Ah F...fuck...H..heeelp me" I cried. I could feel my mouth move a little as I spoke but largely, it retained its lewd shape. The voice almost came from within my head, as if from some kind of digital voice-box. I certainly could not feel the passage of air or the vibrations, that normally came with speech. After a moment, I managed to gather myself. I was on a razer's edge with Liz on one side and...someone else on the other? I could not really remember. Scott said he was going to the pool and so, I dashed towards the glass doors.

As I pushed into the glass door, we both caught sight of each other at the same time. I could see his eyes pop, large as saucers, as I fumbled with the handle. Sliding it open, I only made it a couple of steps, before the unbearable cocktail of sensations overwhelmed my mind and I collapsed, falling to my default stance. That was to say, I was on hands and knees, ass presenting in the air, plastic mouth-pussy pointed towards him. The edges of my vision seemed to fade out slightly as if I only had eyes for Scott. I moaned, my voice caressing his mind like a hand slowly massaging his cock "Please" I pleaded "Please, play with me"

He stared at me, stunned. Without a word, he began clumsily making his way to the stairs at the side of the pool. I continued to stare at him with abject need. 'A dolls purpose is to be played with', 'A toy exists to bring others pleasure', 'being played with is my greatest joy'. These thoughts ran unending through my mind. I rubbed at my crotch with my swollen mitten, creating a series of absurd squeaking noises which should not have been erotic but really, really were "Please"

As he climbed out the pool, it felt like only he and I existed, like the rest of the world was not important. In the silence, the water fell from him to the tiled ground like rolling thunder. He glanced at my human hand, the latex encroaching my left wrist and he almost fell back in the pool "Paul...F...Fuck are you Paul?"

I looked at him blankly before quickly swivelling my head left and right "Paul?...W...Where is Paul?" I moaned lewdly "I can easily please three...more if we are creative" Scott had been clearly erect underneath his swim-shorts but he grunted in aroused surprise, he suddenly orgasmed, wasting a load on the inside of his shorts. How had I not noticed how aroused he was? I was a bad doll. Still, I was in front of him and within moments, had pulled his shorts down with my fingers, their final action before they gave way and became another squishy mitten.

Scott looked down at me with eyes huge and disbelieving "W...What are you doing?" I could feel it now. He was barely holding himself back, well, I couldn't blame him, I knew just how incredible I was, there was no better doll and I said nothing as I engulfed him cum stained cock with my artificial mouth.

"Oh..F..Fuughhhhh" his exclamation dissolved almost immediately, into a long, rolling groan and he fell back landing on his ass. His tongue was lolling and his eyes were rolled back into his head. He was not the only one enjoying this however, as my new, hungry, plastic cock-hole was flooding me with sensation. A series of erotic noises emanated from my head in a way that would have been simply impossible for a human woman. Despite having my plump, plastic lips entirely plugged by Scott's meat, my voice was not stifled at all.

My voice was an aphrodisiac and was caressing Scott just as tightly as my elastic mouth. Soon, his hands were resting on the back of my head, encouraging me to pump his cock. Fool! I needed no encouragement and was more than happy to oblige. My entire being was quivering violently and although, I could not orgasm in the traditional sense, hundreds of tiny explosions were flowing through me, starting from my mouth, and flooding haphazardly throughout my form. The white colouring on my cheeks was suffused with pink, another element of my body which seemed to involve a magical form of 'animation'.

As Scott writhed, moaned and swore (he swore quite a bit) I felt a flow of warmth flooding into my body. His pleasure was my pleasure after all and as a toy, that felt right, the way it should be.

Eventually he cried out and sprayed an impressive load of creamy spunk into my waiting throat. There was no way the neighbours didn't hear his deep, euphoric moan, especially when it was joined by my own orgasmic cry. His body went a little limp as I pushed back into a kneeling position. He was panting loudly and cum was dripping (well, pouring really) from the circular hole in my face. Again, this would stop a normal woman from speaking but not me "Ah you came so much. My face is full of spunk"

A shudder ran through Scott, and his cock, which had barely softened, sprung once again to life. I felt a little jealous, no way my cock would have recovered that fast. I paused with a frown. My what? "Oh god, fuck...I've never had my cock sucked like that" he struggled to get the words out, he was gasping in exertion and had to pause for several seconds before he could speak again "W...What are you, what the fuck is going on"

I giggled slightly, spinning round and presenting my ass. My body produced a cacophony of squeaks as my latex shins scraped across the sand coloured tiles. I slapped my ass producing an almost hilariously squeaky noise. I looked over my shoulder, cum drooling from my mouth. "Do whatever you want, Liz can take it" I giggled again "or your money back"

He just stared at me, struggling to his feet. I stayed mostly in my default position looking back and drooling. He groaned, running a hand gently over the smooth surface of my ass. Suddenly, I gasped, as he took hold of one my ass-handles in a powerful grip. I shivered with anticipation. "Well Liz...let's put that to the test"

I produced a high pitched squeal, as he slid past my tail, and rammed hard into my needy pussy, taking hold of my other handle. I cried out erotically, causing a large stream of cum to burble from my mouth messily on to the ground. "Aaaah, Yes! Yes! Play with me!" Scott grunted as I moaned, writhed and squeaked. Somehow the squeaks were just as erotic as everything else.

"Oh God" Scott grunted. He was holding my handles in a white-hot grip and it was driving me crazy "Ah Fuck, ...Are you really Paul?" Again, despite the fact that my entire body was exploding in a frenzy of erotic fireworks, I scanned around for this Paul. I saw no one and felt a fleeting burst of disappointment that another one of my holes, would not be plugged.

I shook my head with a long, rolling cry "N...No. Who is Paul? I'm just a fucktoy, Liz...It says so on my side"

Scott nodded while panting deeply "Fine, whatever. I don't care anymore" he gave me a particularly hard thrust that caused me to shift and squeak along the ground "Im gonna fill you with cum till you burst Liz"

I squealed in delight "Do it, Do whatever you want! Play with me! Plaaaay with-Ahhhhh" I knew that my body was capable of receiving inhuman levels of pleasure and fortunately, was also much more capable of handling those intense sensations, yet when Scott's machine-gun thrusts started flooding me with an incredible amount of cum, that control started to break down. It didn't help that he had shifted one of his hands and had 2 fingers plunged deep into my asshole, though honestly, the sensations were near identical to my crotch. Functionally, my ass was a second pussy.

For several moments, I lost total control. My body went completely stiff, my voice box cut out and my mind was lost in a roaring inferno of purest white. I am honestly not sure Scott noticed any difference, because he continued to fire into me like a malfunctioning machine that could no longer be switched off.

A voice drifted into the endless nothing "Liz". Huh? "Hey, Liz?" oh yeah. I blinked suddenly and the world returned. The overwhelming pleasure and lust were still there but it was quickly ebbing to a manageable level. I glanced around to see Scott grinning, cum stained over most of his cock and groin. My eyes dropped slightly to see a steady stream pouring from my pussy on to the tiles. I really was a sticky mess.

"Glad to have you back" he said "Thought I had lost you for a moment" He slapped my ass and then suddenly took a couple of quick steps forward, grabbing my shoulder handles and launching us both into the pool. He struggled as I rolled and bounced in the water but eventually, he managed to get a leg over my back and straddled my gently floating form. He looked at the cum pouring from both my ends into the pool water "...I probably should have hosed you down first..."

I gave a soft moan and rested my head against the surface of the water. It was weird, it was almost solid to me, it certainly didn't feel like normal water pushing against me the way it did. My hands and knees were submerged but the rest of me floated like a typical inflatable. I gently bobbed up and down as Scott shifted on my back, leaning against my prestigious ass.

The water against me was like hundreds of tiny massaging hands and the sensations of arousal were starting to fade to something else. A strange sense of contentment. It was...peaceful. I was fulfilling my purpose as a toy but now it was a different purpose. Calmness was flowing into me, a sort of ultimate Zen. I sighed, feeling happy, just bobbing up and down as the sun was starting to lower in the sky.

I am not sure how long I floated on the water. I sort of zoned out, going stiff, only really moving to respond to Scott when he asked me a question, well, and when he jammed a pool noodle into my ass but I think you have probably heard quite enough about how much Scott fucked me.

I don't think Scott was quite sure what to do with me when he was done. He seemed to think about it for a minute before pulling me from the water and tossing me to the side of the pool where a couple of my other pool toys were 'stored'. A lovely large Orca and a goofy looking cartoon crocodile, were the only ones currently inflated. "Uhm...I'll see you in the morning Liz" he said rather stiffly and walked back inside the house. I curled up, clutching the Orca like a child with an oversized toy and mouthed softly "Okay"

I was not sure what was going to happen now. I did not remember being Paul but I also seemed to be lacking some information as Liz. Did I sleep? I was certainly happy to wait here with the other toys. It certainly felt like where I belonged. Still, at some point during the night I blacked out.

When I opened my eyes, the sun was already high in the sky, and the gentle crash of water against the edge of the pool, threatened to send me back to the land of nod. Memories of last night however, struck me like a defibrillator. I bolted up and ran my hands down my form. Flesh! I was Flesh. I started to laugh. Was it a dream? No way, I knew it wasn't a dream. I rubbed my crotch lightly, I was painfully erect just from thinking about what happened. The memories were so arousing that I almost came where I sat! I sighed and suddenly frowned. Wait...was I disappointed? I mean, being Liz had felt...well, it had felt amazing but I had not been myself, I was a prisoner in a latex prison.

Suddenly, my breath caught in my throat as I noticed a familiar ball of marbled green and white, sitting, on the tiles next to the plump Orca.

Scott slept better and deeper than he had any other time in his life. His dreams were filled with vivid images of curvy pool toys and animal girls. He had never been a 'furry' or particularly into rubber but after fucking Liz, it was hard to imagine that he would ever be the same.

He woke groggily, his room dimly lit, as a set of curtains mostly defeated the powerful morning sun.

Something wet and sticky touched his fingers as he realised he was gently stroking his cock. He turned over groaning, realising that he had cum in the night, great, he was going to have to change his sheets. He grasped his member a little harder, panting slightly. Yesterday's memories, the still fading images from his dreams. He was seriously horny and well, the covers already needed to be changed.

His eyes shot open as a voice like liquid pleasure caressed his ears and played with his soul. It moaned slightly and he heard a squeak of rubber as a weight landed on the bed. "You're going to waste it" the voice complained in pained arousal "Don't play with yourself, Play with Liz Instead!"