Toilet Transformation

Ashley stepped out of her shower feeling warm, clean, and refreshed. She reached to the opposite wall where her towel hung from a hook. She wiped herself down, enjoying the feel of the terrycloth across her skin as it absorbed the excess water. Mostly dry, she ran the towel over her mirror to take a look at her reflection. Her yellow-blonde hair clung to her face and shoulders, undried, as her big, round eyes looked over her small nose and full lips, quickly going over every detail without thinking too much about any of it. She was past her “concerned with looks” phase, and had been for a few years now. She wasn't sexy, and she knew it. She was cute though, in a plain sort of way, and that wasn't a look she had to work hard at, which suited her just fine.
She turned on the faucet and ran the water for a few seconds, before running her toothbrush under the tap and covering it with toothpaste. As she brushed, she thought about the weekend she had planned. Grocery shopping, some cleaning, a couple other quick errands, but mostly relaxing at home. Her boyfriend was coming over later, hopefully after she finished cleaning, to watch a movie, which she was excited about. She spat out the excess toothpaste, filled a glass, raised it to her mouth, and rinsed. She smiled at herself, looking at her teeth, stuck out her tongue, giggled a little, then turned to sit on the toilet.
It was a few seconds before Ashley realized anything was strange, though perhaps the strangeness simply didn't begin right away. Once it did though, it was all very sudden. The first things she felt were small metal bonds gripping her at her waist and shoulders, barely big enough to hold her, but, to Ashley's horror, certainly capable. She turned her head to look at them and noticed that the bonds seemed to have originated from the toilet of all places, and were quickly being joined by a pair of slim panels, one on either side of her face, just in front of her ears, that kept her facing forward. She started to open her mouth to shout, but another bar slipped under her chin, and she found herself unable to open her mouth.
It was then that the real fear struck her. She was overwhelmed by it. Here she was, bare naked, bound in her bathroom, unable to call for help. She squirmed and struggled, trying to slip from her restraints but to no avail. As she did, a curved metal panel slipped around her face, covering her eyes, and moving toward her. As it reached her, she felt small cushions press against her forehead and nose, blocking all light but allowing her to leave her eyes open. Ashley reached up for it, but before she could, another set of restraints curved around her arms just above the elbow, holding them at her sides. She began to straighten them, but as she did found that her hands encountered a pair of cylinders coated with some sort of grip. She closed her hands around each one, trying to determine exactly what they were, and more bars extended, holding her arms in place.
Ashley struggled for another minute or so before the effort started to affect her. Her escape attempts became less impassioned as she grew more and more tired, until she was simply sitting there, bound, naked and alone. As soon as she stopped moving, she felt something just below her waist. Though she couldn't see anything, she could feel something cold and metallic brush her inner thigh, then work it's way up to her pubes. Ashley began to panic and struggle again, but more bars kept her lower body still and her legs spread. While she sat there, still with fright, she could feel the metallic object moving gently, trimming her pubic hair (and doing a surprisingly good job) before disappearing again.
Once the tools had finished, Ashley felt a new presence between her legs. She squirmed as something hard teased her lips, gently separating them, positioning itself, before thrusting itself deep inside of her. She moved with it, feeling the object as it began to move steadily in and out of her. She closed her eyes, giving herself up to the object, not knowing what else there was to do. It pumped for another minute, before unexpectedly stopping. Suddenly, Ashley could feel a hot liquid spraying from the object into her pussy, coating and filling it completely. The thing pulled out of her, still spraying the liquid from its tip, covering her pussy.
Mere seconds later, a new feeling began to wash over Ashley's nether regions. It started as a twinge, but before long the feeling had grown and was washing over her in waves. She was unbelievably horny. At that moment, there was nothing Ashley wanted more than for something, anything, to thrust itself into her over and over again, and never stop. An agonizing 5 seconds later, her wish was partially fulfilled. The mysterious object from earlier worked its way back into her as she welcomed it with a throaty moan. To her surprise, she was only somewhat disappointed when it settled there, unthrusting. Certainly, she would have preferred to be fucked full on, but having something between her legs seemed to keep her satisfied.
This surprise was quickly followed by another. The cushioned plate that had been blinding her began to move away from her face, and slip back to wherever it came from. The bathroom light hurt her eyes after the total darkness, but only for a few seconds. Once they adjusted, Ashley noticed that she had gained very little. She still couldn't turn her head, and couldn't actually see any of her bonds. A small light turned on somewhere above her, and Ashley instinctively looked up to find it. In that second, a pair of small arms appeared and deftly applied mascara to her upper lashes. Shocked, she returned to a neutral position, as another arm appeared holding a brush loaded with a liquid eye liner. In her surprise, her instincts took over and accommodated the makeup. Before she could think, a new, bright light turned on in front of her, forcing her eyes closed. She felt eye shadow being applied as the intensity of the light diminished and she relaxed her eyelids, once again instinctively assisting the unexpected makeover.
The light dimmed to nothing, and Ashley opened her eyes again. Another arm immediately began applying a powder to her face. She managed just enough clear thought to be amazed at how the arms seemed to focus on the blemishes she remembered from the mirror earlier. She immediately realized how silly that was, considering her situation as a whole. She didn't have much more time to think, as a new arm with a brush loaded with a pink blush added some color to her cheeks.
Still proceeding step-by-step, the blush was followed by a pair of tweezers and a pencil, shaping and elongating her eyebrows, though Ashley could only imagine how they looked. As preoccupied as she was, it wasn't hard for Ashley to anticipate the last element of her makeover, so there was no startled reaction when a tube of lipstick appeared before her. She watched as the arm smeared the bright pink cosmetic onto her lips. When it was done, she found herself pressing them together, and even puckering so the arm could ensure it was fully and evenly applied, which it did, before applying a layer of gloss. Before she could think about her reaction for too long, she felt the arrangement of the panels and bars around her head change.
Her head was still forward facing, but she could see more of the room out of her peripheral vision, though none of it was any different than she remembered. She felt new arms moving around her head, pulling and tugging at her hair. It was only when one happened to pass briefly through her field of vision that Ashley realized they were combing it. Over the next several minutes, the arms proceeded to comb, brush, dry, tease and style her hair. Though she couldn't see it, her hair felt extremely different, and somehow she knew it must be stunning. During this time, she also felt arms at her hands and feet separating her fingers and toes, presumably painting the nails.
Suddenly, something strangely familiar came into view. This new arm consisted merely of a very realistically shaped (though clearly incorrectly colored) dildo. Within seconds Ashley knew that this must be a twin to the object currently satisfying her newly uncontrollable sex drive. The dildo moved steadily closer to her face, and Ashley knew immediately where it was going. As it approached she told herself to resist, but the bars holding her chin in place moved, and the purely physical temptation to relax her jaw was simply too much. The dildo moved quickly into her mouth before slowing its pace a tad. It moved slowly in and out, going a little farther every time and carefully never moving beyond a point that would allow her to deny it access.
As it did, a drop of liquid began to form on the tip. Slowly it grew, until it was just big enough to fall to her tongue, where the most wonderful taste Ashley had ever experienced washed over her taste buds. She lifted her tongue to the tip, trying to find more of the strange liquid, and the dildo started to pump faster, responding to her tongue. Her methods to obtain more of this liquid became progressively more desperate, as she moved from licking the tip to trying to squeeze it out, to wrapping her lips around the dildo and trying to suck it free.
As she did, the dildo pumped faster and faster, until eventually a new liquid began to gush from it. This liquid was hot and barely flavored, but Ashley held her lips fast around the dildo anyway, trying to ensure that no drop escaped. Once she had swallowed it all down, she let the dildo slip through her bright red lips. Seconds later, she wished she hadn't. She wanted it back. She wanted it in her mouth, pumping in and out, her tongue moving across and around it. She wanted to take it further and further into her, down her throat, to suck and tease it as it moved in and out of her luscious, red lips. Once again, the machine did not disappoint. The dildo moved into her mouth, and though it did not pump, it was enough for her.
Ashley sucked and teased for several minutes before she realized that nothing new had happened for some time. She stopped licking the dildo, though she appreciated that it was not removed. What could be next? Was she just going to sit there all day? For the first time that day, her question was answered. Just as she began to wonder what would become of her, a new dildo began to press against her ass. Though initially surprised and frightened, Ashley quickly calmed down as the dildo in her pussy began to vibrate ever so slightly, as though assuring her that everything would be fine. She seemed to get the message, as her ass relaxed just enough for the new dildo to slide in, already coated with some kind of lubricant, and begin pumping, as the others had, in and out.
The feeling was new to Ashley, and she spent a few minutes deciding if she liked it or not. Before she could come to a reasonable conclusion, she felt the now familiar hot spray in her ass, felt the dildo slip out, and knew that even if she had not liked it (for she just decided that she had), it wouldn't matter anymore. Like it or not, she needed it. The sensation began, just as it had previously, after a few seconds. She felt herself begin to crave something up her ass, filling her. To her surprise though, nothing came to satisfy her. In fact, in that moment, her bonds were released and the other dildos were removed from her mouth and pussy.
She stood, slowly, and looked over the toilet, but was unable to see anything abnormal. She began to investigate, but couldn't concentrate. The feeling of emptiness was overwhelming. She needed something inside of her, somewhere, somehow. She looked around, but could only find the handle of her toilet brush, and knew that however much she needed some kind of attention, she'd be able to find something better. Regardless, she decided to keep it in mind. Just in case.
When Ashley left the bathroom, she was faced with a dilemma. What would be the best place to find something, anything, to satisfy her? Her first thought, to her vague embarrassment, was the kitchen. She'd heard of women masturbating with vegetables before, and she knew she had some carrots in the fridge. Maybe she could even throw on some clothes and step out to buy a cucumber... Suddenly she stopped and turned around, darting to her bedroom. A friend had given her a dildo a couple years back as a gift after she broke up with her last boyfriend. The joke had cheered her up a little bit at the time, but she she wasn't much for toys, and so had left it in her closet. Now she was glad she hadn't thrown it away.
As she entered her room, she was surprised to find clothes laid out on her bed. Her first instinct was to push them off, grab the dildo, and go to it, but something stopped her. For some reason she felt like being dressed would be a good idea. Though she couldn't place the thought, it seemed like a reasonable one, and she could wait the few minutes it would take. She slipped into the lacy panties, pulling them up around her waist, before putting on the white stockings that had been laid out for her. Next came the short, pink skirt, and matching top, followed by a thin, black choker with a tiny charm hanging from it in the front. Finally, she stepped into a pair of pink stilettos left at the foot of her bed, and turned to look at her reflection in the bedroom mirror. The pink lipstick and blush perfectly complimented the skimpy clothes and sky-high heels. She didn't admire herself for long though, as she quickly remembered the original purpose of her trip to the bedroom. As she rooted through her closet, she heard her intercom buzz, and after a moment's deliberation, went to answer it.
When her boyfriend responded, she immediately understood why she had wanted to be dressed. She buzzed him up, and waited behind the door, filled with anticipation. As soon as he knocked, she pulled the door open. His jaw dropped when he saw her, and before he could ask any questions, her lips pressed violently and passionately against his, and she pulled him inside. Together, they made their way to Ashley's bed, Ashley pulling his clothes off as they went, knowing that finally, she would get the fucking she so desperately needed.