Jenni's Attention (GoM adjacent) (Patreon)

Hey all! Sorry for the delay in posts, I had been battling a 100'+ fever and general shittiness. Catching up now, starting with this 1,500+ short story.

JENNI'S ATTENTION

Jenni was bored. She was often bored. She wanted to sigh but her rubber chest wouldn’t respond. She wanted to scratch her rubber nose but her rubber hand wouldn’t respond. She wanted to plunge a dildo, banana, cock, whatever was in reach into her dripping slit, but her rubber arm wouldn’t respond.

Were she not made of rubber her back would probably be in quite a bit of pain at the moment. Jenni was currently draped over the couch in the sorority’s common room, the small of her back bent over the apex of the cushion. Her stupidly large breasts and their permanently stiff rubber nipples rose into the air like Russian architecture. Her arms were resting to either side of her head, Jenni’s limp fingers barely brushing the seat cushions. Her long blonde plastic hair - a far cry from the short black locks she’d had when flesh-and-blood - pooled and tangled in her rubber digits.

Jenni could feel the cool air moving across her groin. Her legs were splayed open, the rubber orifice that now acted as her pussy on full display. She could feel her own permanent lubrication tickling down her thighs and the lower corners of her plump ass, undoubtedly mixed with…well, a lot of stuff had filled her last night. And it didn’t really have anywhere to go in her silicon system other than back out. She couldn’t see the puddle her right rubber foot was in, but she could feel a sticky cooling mess amongst her toes.

As a sex doll Jenni didn’t sleep, so while the party had gone on until nearly dawn the last few hours of calm and silence were filled with nothing much besides Jenni’s thoughts, and she hated being left with those - especially when she could see the sorority’s flat screen on the wall. Her upside-down gaze had stared at the HDMI-1 screen ever since the video game had been unplugged.

The thoughts that flowed through Jenni’s mind inevitably went back to the night she’d brought one of Hephaestus’ wishing coins to the party. Unlike the other gods and goddesses who had retired to Miami, Hephaestus did not retain the ability to grant his powers at will. Instead, he had to forge special coins which could each grant a single wish on the wisher’s form. Jenni had traded a lot of sex and blowjobs in a lot of clubs and bars to finally get one.

She thought she’d had it all figured out. No longer would she be ignored by the other sorority sisters. With one wish they, and everyone else, would finally listen to her. Raising up her hand with the coin in the middle of a party Jenni proudly exclaimed, “I wish I was the fucking center of attention around here!”

And just like that - she was. But, of course, not like that - however it was she thought her wish would be granted. Jenni couldn’t even remember how she thought such a wish was supposed to come about. That was the problem of the divine, right?

Well, it had instantly become her problem.

As the coin crumbled into rust dust, the tight, little black cut-out dress she’d worn vanished from Jenni’s body in a puff of black mist, and her feet landed bare on the ratty carpet as her heels poofed away as well. Bra and thong were no more as well.

Jenni gasped and groaned as her breasts and ass ballooned out, her posture bowing as more and more fat surged behind her tits. She felt her hips and thighs shift and spread as her butt billowed further and further behind her in all directions. Her hands rose up and grabbed the hefty softness of her expanding chest, briefly pinching fat nipples hardening under the impossibly yet undeniably erotic alterations befalling her.

It would be the last thing Jenni did.

Like the headlights of a speeding car passing across a wall in the dark, a flash of change washed up Jenni’s body. She saw her toes shift in color, her toenails merging and changing so they weren’t a separate part of her feet but now a molded detail. Her soft, heavy flesh transformed into spongy, light silicon, moving up her legs from her ankles. As the alteration moved Jenni could feel a remaining sensation of touch, a spreading erogenous zone overtaking her skin.

But it was accompanied by an inability to move anything it captured.

As the changes gripped her hips Jenni could not stop herself from mewing in pleasure - the last sound she would make. Her pussy was not just taken but changed more dramatically. It pushed forward and up over her mons, pubic hair falling like snow as her inner and outer labia spread. Their color shifted to one consistent maroon staining over every fold that sank into the perfect, puckered, open gape in the center of the rubber flower. This artistic interpretation of Jenni’s intimate bits was capped with a large silicon clitty that hung just over the entrance of her new usage. Something similar had replaced her asshole between the giant rubber cheeks behind her.

The wave of change gripped her newly grown breasts, pulling them up into two perky soccer balls with nipples the size of her thumbs sticking straight outwards, too far along the exaggerated curves to ever reach her lips - they weren’t for Jenni’s use anymore, after all. As the changes reached her shoulders her twitching hands fell away, her arms smoothing and becoming more flexible.

Finally the effects of the wish reached her face. Jenni could see a mirror across the room from her. She watched her pixie cut bleach to plastic blonde strands that fell behind her shoulders. Her eyes grew larger, her skin staining with a smoky pink detailing. Her lips pushed outward and puckered, and she could feel form within them a hungry stretchy hole that didn’t really feel any different from the ones between her legs and ass, just waiting to grip whatever slipped within it. She felt a little silly thinking her mouth, ass, and pussy were basically all just the same now, aside from detailing.

As her fully transformed and limp body finally began to succumb under its weight and topple towards the couch, Jenni did detect one difference between them - her pussy hole was beginning to fill with a warm lubricant.

And so for a few moments Jenni just laid on the couch, her right leg and arm bent awkwardly beneath her from how she’d twisted under gravity’s demands. She listened for gasps, shocked aw, or cries of chaos but…nothing. No one was reacting at all.

And then - smack! Someone had tapped her on the ass! Not a spanking, but not a pat - a more playful swat. There was a giggle, and Jenni watched one of her sorority sisters walk by, laughing with another. Had she just smacked the ass of the human-turned-silicon doll and moved on without a second thought?

Jenni quickly learned that the answer to that question was Yes! It didn’t take long before she found herself flipped over, one of the party guests eager to casually run their hands over Jenni’s stiff nipples, driving her mind crazy with arousal. Another thought nothing of pushing a wine cork into her puckered mouth and leaving it there until another guest desired a different use for her mouth. Jenni realized no one thought of her as a fellow student anymore - she was the center of fucking attention as a communal sex toy to be used for anyone’s relief at any time.

And given how horny Jenni’s wish had made her, she welcomed the use. That first party ended up getting broken up before anyone could fuck her, and Jenni had spent the next week on the couch used more as a pillow or prop, and it was maddening. She’d turned herself into a sex doll - unintentionally, yes, but the result none the less - and she needed to be fucked, damn it! Yeah, it was arousing when Christie laid down with her feet propped atop her rubber pussy, or when Diana propped her tablet up on Jenni’s tits, but that didn’t get her where she needed!

Of course, it only took one fraternity mixer to fix that. Despite everything - and everyone - that filled Jenni that night it only took a few minutes for her silicon body to desire and need it all over again.

And, as Jenni stared at the upside-down HDMI-1 blinking from each corner of the maddeningly blue screen, she knew again had come last night - and so had she. And so had most of the football team. Jenni’s desire’s were quick to reignite, but thankfully there had been quite the line for her. She’d barely moved from her current position the entire night, her interior reservoirs filled to a very full and satisfying point. Jenni thought she’d actually seen the sorority’s head honcho, Rachel, look a little jealous of the attention Jenni was getting. And that felt pretty good.

But, right now, what would feel better is if someone could flip her over, put on Twitch or something, and maybe put that cork back in her pussy this time for a while.

FIN