Chapter 1

I had always had a thing for mannequins. I don’t know what initially attracted me to them, but by the time I hit 18 I was crazy about the things. I joined groups on the web dedicated to turning men into mannequins, and I absolutely loved the idea. I even tried hypnosis a few times, without much success.

I also RPed with quite a few other guys who were into mannequins too, and it was absolutely exhilarating. Whether it was me becoming the mannequin or the other way around, they were always a major turn on.

Eventually, I met a guy called Mike. We were both into mannequins, and our RPs were always among my favourites. He loved to turn me into a mannequin, and I loved freezing and getting fucked in the ass by him. We seemed to click, but on a deeper level. Soon enough, I would go online just for my RPs with him.

After a few months, I summoned the courage to ask him to meet in person. To my relief, he readily agreed. It turned out that he lived in the same town as me, so we both agreed to meet at a local mall.

When the day rolled around, I got into my car and drove to the mall. After parking my car, I entered the bustling place and sat down on a bench that we’d agreed to meet at.

I recognized him the instant I saw him. He was even hotter than I imagined. Mike was quite muscular, almost double my size, and a few inches taller too. He had a square jaw covered with a thick brown beard and blue sharp eyes to match, as well as short brown hair. When he made it to the bench, I warmly greeted him. “James,” I introduced myself, shaking his hand.

His grip was tight, but I could see the warmth in his eyes. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, James,” Mike smiled. “You look exactly as I pictured you.”

I chuckled. My own body was nothing special. I was on the lean side, with no muscles to speak of. I had a round jaw and no facial hair to speak of, with plain brown eyes and messy black hair as well. “We have so much to talk about,” I grinned.

Mike laughed. “Yes, yes we do. But I was thinking, would you like to come over to my place? It’s not too far from here, and we can talk more freely there,” he explained.

“Sure! I’d be honoured,” I said. After some quick directions, I made my way back to the car and drove to his house.

Getting out of the car, I made my way up the driveway and marvelled at the large house. It was a rather modern looking house, with a cubist look to it. I knocked on the main door.

Mike opened the door. “Glad to see you made it!” he smiled. “Come on in!”

I smiled back and walked into the house. That was when it hit me.

Mannequins.

Everywhere.

All across the foyer, mannequins were positioned in differing poses. As I followed Mike down the hallway, I saw more mannequins lining the corridor. When we reached the living room, more mannequins cluttered the room.

Mike turned to me and laughed at my expression. “Dude, your jaw looks like it’s gonna fall off!” he laughed.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts. “You have so many mannequins! How did you get your hands on all these?” I asked in astonishment.

“I have my ways,” he winked. “You want something to drink?”

I nodded. As Mike went off to prepare the drinks, he called out, “Don’t hesitate to check out the mannequins. They’re pretty neat!”

Even without Mike’s comment, I couldn’t help but marvel at the mannequins around the room. I moved over to the one closest to me and ran a finger down its muscular chest. The face was blank, eyes open and white. My hand slid down to the crotch, which was smooth and dickless. My hand migrated around the well rounded ass to the stand that the mannequin was perched on.

“My god,” I breathed. “This is incredible.” I lifted the mannequin off the stand and held it in front of me. It was so lifelike and hot, I was beginning to get an erection just looking at it. Sighing, I placed the mannequin back on the stand. “The lucky thing,” I muttered to myself. “I wish I could be like that.”

Soon, Mike returned with our drinks. He handed me mine and raised his. “A toast,” he explained. “To everlasting friendship!” I smiled and clinked my glass to his, taking a long gulp of the drink.

He invited me to sit down, and I took the offer. Mike then sat down across from me. “So, do you like my collection, James?” he asked.

“I love it,” I grinned. “It’s so lifelike and… just amazing.”

“I can tell,” Mike chuckled. After a slight pause, he asked, “Y’know, I was thinking about our RPs the other day, and I was just wondering, do you really want to be a mannequin?”
“Absolutely,” I gushed. “Our RPs have always been my personal favourites, and I love the thought of you turning me into a mannequin!”

“Good, good…” he smiled. “By the way, you should pull up your shirt.”

His comment totally caught me off guard. Puzzled, I pulled up my shirt, and gasped. My normally flat chest had grown a small six pack, and my pecs were slightly larger. I looked up at Mike in confusion. “What… the hell?”

Mike stood up and walked over to me, helping me to stand up. “It’s just the beginning of the process. Here, let me help you get that off,” he said. He pulled my shirt off over my head and started unbuttoning my pants.

“Wait, slow down here!” I exclaimed, grabbing my pants and keeping them up. “What do you mean, ‘beginning of the process?’ What the hell are you talking about?”

“Oh James, you always were a little slow. Let’s get off your pants and shoes, and I’ll show you,” he chuckled.

Confused, I dropped the pants and kicked off my socks and shoes. With a gasp, I saw that my toes were stuck together, and my skin was bleaching. I looked up at Mike in horror. “You’re… you’re turning me… into a mannequin?” I asked.

“Bingo!” he laughed. “Don’t worry, you’ll love it! You even said you’d like to.”

“But I… I didn’t think it was even… How did you do this?” I asked, backing away a little, dragging my now plastic foot.

“Your drink, James. I mixed the mannequin powder into it,” Mike smiled. “Now now, calm down. It’ll be over soon enough.”

Thoughts were racing through my head. I was being hit with the facts now. I had always enjoyed my fantasy, but that was how I liked it to stay: a fantasy! Now it was becoming a reality, and I definitely didn’t want it.

I started to scramble down the hallway, dragging my leg. The plastic had migrated up and overtaken most of the leg. It was slowly growing more difficult to drag it as it turned to hollow plastic.

Just then, a spasm of ecstasy washed over me, centring on my crotch. Confused, I pulled down my underwear a little and saw that my dick and balls were slowly beginning to merge with my central torso. Horrified, I tried to grip them, but continuing waves of arousal made my thoughts blurry. The waves continued in intensity until my crotch was a mound of plastic attached to my torso. Then the waves died down, but still a feeling of ecstacy was centred where my dick used to be.

My ass began to change too, as it grew slightly. My hole began to burn as it pushed deeper and deeper inside of me. I had to fight back a cry of pain and arousal as the change finished, leaving me with a hole perfect to stand me on.

Now terrified, I pulled back up my underwear and continued on my flight to the door. But just as I reached it, my other leg stiffened. I looked down and saw that my other foot was fully plastic, and it was migrating up that leg as well. “No!” I shrieked. I reached for the door, but the handle was just out of reach.

I turned my head back around to see Mike advancing on me, slowly but surely. I began to frantically try to inch my body towards the handle as the plastic made its way up my torso, solidifying my abs and chest.

I reached one last time for the handle, and managed to grip it in my hand, but then I was lifted up. Mike had reached me. “Put me down! Stop this!” I begged. Mike snickered and carried me up the stairs. Slowly, the plastic migrated down my arms, and by the time we reached his room, only my head was still human.

“Please, I don’t want to be a mannequin!” I begged. “Please!”

Mike put me down. “Don’t worry James, you’ll love it. That arousal you felt when your crotch changed? Soon, you’ll be feeling it 24/7, and especially when I’m fucking you. Things will be great for you!”

Before I could say something, the arousal returned. All my thoughts became fuzzy, and I moaned in pleasure. The plastic made its way across my face, and froze my mouth shut. It moved across my eyes and ears, leaving my sight with a white film over it and slightly duller hearing. Finally, it froze my hair, leaving me a full mannequin.

I felt myself get picked up and put on the bed. The arousal I was already feeling suddenly intensified as I felt something enter my stand hole. With a shock, I realized Mike was fucking me. Try as I might, I couldn’t help but feel turned on, and my thoughts were washed away as I drowned in pure pleasure.

After Mike finished, he placed me on a stand next to his bed. The pole in my ass increased the already constant pleasure I felt. “Until tomorrow, James,” he smiled. “I have a feeling you’ll be my favourite for a long time.” With that, he left the room.

It’s been seven months since that fateful day. I spend my days in arousal, and find it hard to concentrate on any coherent thoughts. Mike fucks me daily, as I seem to be his special favourite. I also see him jacking off at his computer to his RPs, the RPs like we used to have. I wonder how long it will be until he gets another victim, or how many he’s lured here like me.

I wonder if I’ll ever escape…