A Record of Love - erotic inanimate (Patreon)

It has been WAY too long since I've done just an odd erotic inanimate one-off. So I figured, why not explore a little but what it might be like for a woman to be turned into a vinyl LP record? Enjoy! ~dS

A Record Of Love

Diana looked across the dorm room at the empty bed where her roommate, Cienna, slept each night. Cienna was at her weekly senior lab right now and wouldn’t be back for another hour at least. Which was good, since at the moment Diana was reclining completely nude on her own bed. One finger was buried in her sopping shorn pussy, and the other hefting a tit that nearly overwhelmed her hands.

Maybe it would be good if Cienna walked in on me right now… Diana mused as she thought about Cienna’s burnt gold hair, delightful slight chest, and pert little ass. Then I’d have to explain myself…

Just thinking about the moments Cienna had changed from shorts to a skirt in front of Diana, Cienna’s butt cheeks peeking out from the side of pink silk panties, nearly brought Diana to orgasmic crest.

But she held back, little moans and grunts falling from her puckered lips. Diana didn’t want to cum just yet, she liked to savor the experience, draw it out as long as she could. She switched the hand from her slit to her other tit and the boob hand to her groin. Her slick fingers pinched a hard nip and Diana bit her lip in a long groan.

To delay things Diana forced herself to ponder Cienna’s decor. String lights, some posters of constellations, a few anime figures...and the portable record player and its over-sized headphones. Many nights Cienna would study with the little speakers pressed to her ears, swapping records on and off as each album came to its conclusion.

“Fuuuuck,” Diana gasped as she felt herself getting so close to the cusp she might not be able to pull back this time, “I wish Cienna could play me each night like she does her records…”

Diana was about to give in to the orgasm when something else pulled her back from the brink. She felt a forced pull her hand away from her pussy, and Diana looked down to find out what was happening. She choked as she saw a dark black tone washing over her slit, her skin taking on a shiny surface. Her eyes widened as her clit moved up her belly towards her belly button, the split of her labia following it.

Before she could cry out at what was happening Diana’s head was pulled backward to align with her flattening body. Her entire form was collapsing and reshaping, her legs merging and pulling upwards, her arms sinking into her sides, and the feature of her face smoothing over.

The entire time the sensations of her metamorphoses remained just at the brink of orgasm, the sensation getting even more intense as Diana’s fleshy form changed from womanly to disc-like, pale soft flesh transitioning to rigid black vinyl.

The entire time Diana could still feel her pussy stretching, getting longer and longer and looping around the central hole that had formed from her asshole. The valley of her vagina passed over what had been her arms, her breasts, and even her face. It just kept going and going and going, and Diana could not even guess at how long it had stretched by the time her metamorphosis was complete.

But, if Diana had asked a vinyl enthusiast like Cienna, she could have told Diana that her pussy was now about 1,500 feet long. It was, after-all, now the groove in the LP record Diana had become.

Diana sat silently atop the sheets of her bed, a small wet stain of her cooling juices beneath her. Despite the extraordinary thing that had just occurred to her, a living breathy woman transmogrifying into a motionless plastic disc, the panting mind inside that record hadn’t had time to panic. The whole experience had been too pleasurable - although not enough so to get Diana to orgasm. She’d fallen back slightly from that precipice, but still found her mind locked in intense horniness.

Fuuuck, what...how did I become this? Did something grant my wish?! Diana pondered, willing her “body” to move in any way but finding the commands futile, Damn, I need...I need to cum!

The record rested on the bed silently whimpering for another hour or so before the sound of the dorm door unlocking played over Diana’s surface, through which she could still hear. In fact, she now realized that impossibly she could still…‘see’ was the wrong word, more like perceive. She knew it was Cienna returning from her lab. The beautiful roommate seemed even more radiant, and Diana wanted so desperately to call out to her.

Cienna dropped her bag and books on her desk and kicked off her shoes. Looking around she saw that she was alone and checked her phone.

“Oh, yeah, Diana has class now…”

Class was the farthest thing from Diana’s mind at the moment. All she could think about was having Cienna lay her hands on her stiff flat surface.

Satisfied that she’d be alone for a little while Cienna started undressing, stripping off her blouse and pants and, after pausing a moment, finally undergoing her push-up bra and letting her apricots hang free. Barefoot and naked save for another pair of pink panties Cienna was about to get into bed when she spotted the record on her roommate’s unmade bed.

“Woah, weird, when did Diana start buying records?” Cienna mused, padding over and gently picking up the LP. “And no label. Even weirder. I wonder what you are? Only one way to find out, I guess.”

Diana was pleased to feel Cienna gentle fingertips on her edges, but found that it pushed her no closer to orgasm - Cienna was, as any good record collector should do - avoiding her vagina groove. But that was the one thing Diana most wanted her crush to touch!

Going back to her side of the room Cienna slipped the turntable platter’s central peg through Diana’s butt hole, a strange tightness Diana had never experienced before but now wished she had. Diana felt herself start to gently spin. Cienna lifted the arm and lowered it gently until the needle found the outer base of Diana’s groove.

Ooooh...oh fuck...yes… Diana silently gasped. It was like the largest, most perfectly fitting dildo had been pushed inside of her, and it was slowly making its way from the lowest portion of her pussy near her taint up towards her clit, rubbing her labia the whole way.

And the sensation would continue for over one thousand more feet of vinyl vagina.

As Diana’s bliss ratcheted up higher and higher with every foot of her groove caressed at 33 ⅓ revolutions per minute, she didn’t realize that the sounds her groove was passing through the needle and out the speakers were her groans of pleasure.

Oooh...uhg...God...it’s soo gooood….more…

Cienna pondered for a minute why her roommate had a record stamped of hot it sounded when Diana masturbated, but since Cienna had always been secretly attracted to Diana she didn’t worry about it. The erotic monologue coming through the record player had already put a damp spot on her panties, and Cienna dropped them down her legs as she jumped into the bed. In short order she had one hand stretched from nip to nip and the other buried in her own sopping slit.

The pair were a carnal chorus for about twenty minutes before the needle finally found Diana’s clit. Her mind exploded in bliss as the woman-turned-record came to her conclusion, and at the sound of the gasping orgasm Cienna came to her own conclusion.

As Cienna’s body spasmed and locked and curled its toes, juices sputtering onto the mattress, Diana could do nothing but let her own afterglow flow through her. Soon she got the after-orgasm tickle giggles as the needle continued to circle her pegged asshole.

Finally Cienna came down from her cum and pushed a sweaty matte of hair out of her eyes. Breathing deeply she switched off the turntable and rescued Diana from the tickling needle. While Cienna gently lifted up and curiously inspected the mysterious record Diana reveled in the sensation of fingertips dancing along her edges once again. She was in the hands of a sexy woman she adored and couldn’t be more satisfied. Diana’s mind, still reeling from its recent explosion of pleasure, would be happy to just rest a moment with her new owner.

“You are incredible. If you’re meant for my collection you will certainly be the prize of it...and the end of my studying!” Cienna giggled, flipping Diana over, “I just have to hear your B side!”

FIN