The Truth - Chapter 4 (Patreon)

“Debra, to stop being rigid you think to yourself ‘I am flesh’ three times.”

After a pause, Sandra said, “Do it already.”

Debra took a deep breath. “Oh, that was exquisite. And I enjoyed the show. Bravo to you both. I’d go rigid again right now except I’m so turned on by the mannequin discussion you just had. Thank you, roommate, for keeping my secrets safe.”

“Even if I wanted to keep that secret for you, he could have forced it out of me.”

Jon sat at his desk. “Okay, before we can do this at the level Sandra described we need to find out if you can be turned into an inanimate object and back again. I’m extremely nervous about that. So I have a plan – a partial transformation. Just sit tight while I write this. And don’t turn rigid. Actually take off your top. You’ll understand in a moment.”

Debra removed her blouse without hesitation. She was wearing a pink bra underneath.

Sandra looked at her funny. “I didn’t know you were so open?”

“So says the naked woman with the dildo sticking partially out of her pussy.”

“I’ve given up on ever having clothes in this apartment. Besides he won’t let me touch it and it doesn’t seem to want to drop out.”

Jon interrupted, “Okay, Debra, pose your left arm in a manner typical of a mannequin. We are going to make it no longer flesh. If it won’t turn back to flesh you’ll be stuck with however it looks as how it always looks. When it’s how you want it, say ‘Ready.’”

She bent the elbow slightly and cupped her fingers as if they were caressing a child’s cheek. “Ready.” Suddenly her arm felt funny. It was made of plastic. All the blemishes, all the hairs, all the folds of skin around the joints vanished. The plastic stretched from fingertip to the middle of her upper arm. She tapped against her forearm and it sounded solid. There was a break by her wrist. “What’s this?”

“Sandra, give her hand a good tug.”

Sandra grabbed the plastic hand and tugged. The hand separated from the wrist and after another tug, came off.

Debra squealed with delight. “Oh, cool. Do all of me.”

“Slow down,” Jon said. “Put the hand back on her. We still need to see if you can turn back to flesh.”

Once her hand was back in place, Debra asked, “Now what?”

“I made it easy. It’s the same command as returning from rigidity.”

“Oh,” Debra said. “I am flesh. I am flesh. I am flesh.” Instantly her arm was once again flesh. “So I’ll think I am a mannequin three times to transform into one?”

“In due time. First you need to describe how your mannequin self is constructed so you’ll be the exact mannequin you want to be.”

“Oh, that’s easy. Give me a paper to doodle on. It’s easier then describing it.”

He gave her a blank piece of paper and a different pen than the one he was using.

She quickly sketched out a standing mannequin and drew dashed lines across the neck, upper arms, waist, upper thighs and ankles. “The dashed line shows all the points where I can be separated into parts – both arms at the shoulders, both hands, both feet at around mid-calf, both legs at the crotch, at the waist forming an upper and a lower torso and the head midway down the neck. The connection points for mannequin parts are standard by maker.” She sketched a quick interlocking ring. “The release would be a recessed button near the attachment point. The rings on me should be unique to me so they can’t accidentally hook up a real mannequin part to me. This dot here is an indentation in the ass where a standard mannequin stand can be placed for poses requiring external balance.”

“Mannequins are lot more complex than I thought,” Sandra said.

“Oh, and one last thing. My hair should turn into a wig, my mannequin head being bald. Now, I’ve considered this transformation for a long time and here’s the weird part.”

“There’s a weird part beyond all this?” Sandra exclaimed.

Jon looked at her in annoyance. “You should turn the vibrator all the way up and just bask in the sensations. I insist.”

Sandra reached down a spun the dial and said, “That sounds great.”

Debra just looked at Jon, “Remind me not to anger you over something serious.”

“Sandra, tell me truthfully, were you hoping I’d do that to you?”

Sandra looked at him, “I was a bit bored.” Then she looked away with a smile on her face. She lazily licked her two index fingers and had them turn circles around her areolae.

“I thought so,” Jon turned to Debra. “See, she wants me to be in control but she wants to control that control. I don’t mind though. Although I hear now I need to make that vibrator run silently. Now, what is the weird part of all this?”

Debra looked at Sandra with amusement then looked back at Jon, “Right. The weird part is if I return to flesh with a different wig on I want it to become my natural hair, assuming the wig is made of human hair. So in theory I could go out and buy a wig; transform; have someone swap out my hair for the store-bought wig; and transform back to go from brunette to blond without all the dyes and roots growing back in a few weeks.”

“I had most of that covered by just writing ‘as you described’ but I think I need some tweaks for the hair to work correctly. So give me a minute. It’s funny. This is a much bigger test that I had had planned for you.”

“What was the plan?”

“Instant boob job.”

“Oh, no, my breasts are basically the right size for modeling work. I prefer this much more.”

“I know. I need to find someone who wants big boobs just so I can do it.” He continued writing for a moment then said, “Okay, be sure to face the mirror so you get a good look at yourself. You already picked the trigger. So, go ahead.”

She turned toward the mirror and a second later she was a mannequin.

“I’m going to undress you. If you don’t want me to, return to flesh.” He waited a few seconds before attempting to remove her bra. “Now, I remember,” he said to no one. He grabbed an arm and rotated in on her shoulder. Lifting it back to an unnatural angle revealed the release trigger. He pressed the trigger in and rotated the arm down again. With a click, the arm separated from the torso. He held then end up to her face. “How’s that look?” He repeated the process with her other arm. He reaches around her to unclasp the bra and pulls it off her torso easily with the arms missing. “Wow, from now on I only make out with double amputees.”

After a moment he said, “I think I have to lay you down to remove the jeans but I want to make sure you can still watch.” He snapped his finger. He turned her head around backward until he found the recessed trigger. He took her head off easily and set it down on the kitchen counter, facing the mirror. He picked up the arms and put them on the kitchen table in view of her. He reached into her pants and found the depression for her torso. It twisted off with just a quarter turn. He placed the upper torso on the table. He picked up the rest of her and lay her across the sofa. He found the depressions for her feet and removed them. He walked to the kitchen where he removed the sneakers and socks from the feet. “Just jeans and panties left, I guess.” He unzipped her jeans and easily slid them off what remained of her body. Then he separated the legs from the lower torso. In the kitchen he held her lower torso up to her face. “And the final part is to remove your panties.” They easily slid down off the few inches of leg on the lower torso. He put the torso down on the table. “There you are.” He announced with amusement. “Oh, I almost forgot.” He picked up her head and removed the wig. He put her head back on the countertop where she could see all of her bits and pieces. He draped the wig around her neck setting the hair to hang over her breasts. “I call it ‘Deconstruction of Lady Godiva’. I hope you are enjoying it.” He walked back to the living room where he found Sandra gyrating and rubbing herself. “Now, where did I leave my other plaything?”

“Please take this out of me and fuck me.” Sandra begged.

“What’s the matter?”

“I can’t fucking cum, you bastard.” She screamed. Her eyes went wide as she realized what she had said. “No, no, no, I mean, please, please, let your poor plaything cum just a little.”

“You are so close, aren’t you?”

“Oh, yes, please, let me cum.”

“That’s not what I meant.” His voice raised in volume.

She looked at him confused.

“Who am I? Who are you? You called yourself my plaything. What does that make me? What does that make you?” He grabbed her by the upper arms and forced her down to her knees. “What are you begging for? Who is begging?”

“Why don’t you ask me to tell you truthfully?”

“I don’t need to.” He reached down and tweaked her nipples hard. “Who are you? What are you asking for?”

“Release. I need release. Let me cum.”

“Not ‘Let me go’?”

“Yes, I wish to stop. I want release.”

He opened his robe revealing his firm erection. “Do you want this?”

“Oh, yes, please fuck me.”

“So, damn close. So close.” He bellowed. “You win. Take out the vibrator and stand against that wall.”

She pulled the dildo out of her lightly wet pussy and stood where he had indicated.

He removed the robe and grabbed her by the waist. He shoved his erection deep into her, pushing her back hard against the wall. She lifted her legs up around his waist and crossed her legs behind. She grabbed his shoulders and held on for dear life. He pounded her into the wall over and over and over. She bit her lip and blood welled on her lip. Seeing this he mashed his lips against hers in violent frenzy, their first kiss, sucking the metallic taste into his mouth. He thrust into her with all his body could deliver. Some of the thrusts knocked her head hard against the wall. She screamed at some point and came. Her legs contracted attempting to pull him further into her causing her to cum again and again. He continued to thrust into her pussy a moment longer before his body clenched up and he released his cum into her. Her pelvic muscles, silent up until now, massaged all his cum from his dick. He stepped back and raised her up off his fading erection. She unhooked her feet from behind him just before he dropped her to the floor. She landed on her feet and staggered at the feeling of land beneath her. In a sweeping motion she did not see coming, he pushed the dildo back into her only slightly moist pussy. “No,” she moaned.