Pole Vault
by kittara
photomanip by MadBirdCZ

"I think that's the last of it, don't you Lara?"

I just nodded, scribbling some notes down.

It had been a long project, but we were finally getting to the end. I finished looking at the floor plans and sketched some ideas for the final designs.

Ted and I had met in high school during my time as a sprinter on the track team. I had been an unlikely choice for sprinter, mainly because my breasts were a lot larger than you'd usually see on a track runner. I always put on a good show for the spectators in the stands though with my quick times and the movement of my ample assets. And the other male members of the track team never minded.

Ted had been one of the people that liked me for both of my contributions to the track program. He had been a member of the decathlon team, specializing in the pole vaulting event. He was also a member of the school's basketball team and had his hand in several other sporting groups, from unusual things like cricket to swimming.

He had been an anomaly in the local sporting world. He had taken several records in a variety of sports in high school and when we got to college, he had slowly started to rewrite the record books there. Sports was his life. His main athletic focus was still the decathlon, though basketball had been a close second. When he had suffered a major injury in a basketball game our graduating year, his participation in the sporting world had sadly ended, though his love of sports never diminished.

When I arrived in college, I kept my place on the track team much to the enjoyment of the male members of the student body. In addition to my track activities, I opted to pursue a degree in interior design knowing that I wouldn't be able to run my way though life.

But no matter what I was doing, Ted had always been there with me. Sure, he was the typical jock with his pick of the girls, but for some reason, he always ended up back with me. I really liked him and loved it when we did things together. When he had shown me the ideas he had for a sports museum and gallery, I was intrigued. Then when he asked me to design the interior of the building, I was thrilled to be able to help him with something that would make him happy.

"Now, Ted, I'm anticipating the painting being the key to the overall feeling of the rooms." I had shown him several different ideas and fortunately he finally decided on the one I had initially suggested. The main level had just been painted in beige and dark reds and the upper floor would be pale blue and yellows.

"The warm colors in the main rooms will portray a nice, homey feeling and will go better with the open windows," I said. "The lighter colors upstairs will make the spaces seem bigger."

Ted just nodded and smiled as I gave my technical explanation for the colors I chose. He trusted my judgment as a designer, but I had to validate all the time I spent in school to become an interior designer.

I grinned to Ted as I rolled up the floor plans and placed them back inside the cardboard tube he kept them in.

"I'm going to take these home so I can finish up the specs for the contractors," I noted as we gathered up our stuff to head back downstairs.

The painters had just finished the lower level the day before and tomorrow the furniture would be delivered. Then the fun would start as the items for the sports displays would begin arriving.

I had heard comments about some of the things that Ted had coming in. Much of it was rare, one-of-a-kind items, things like basketballs used for title winning shots in Chicago or jerseys from major players in all sorts of sports. It would be the ultimate sporting stop for anyone that came to town.

Ted checked some of the other rooms, making sure the lights were all off, then rejoined me at the entrance.

"Well, I think we're good for tonight," Ted said as he gave me a little kiss on the cheek. "You going to come over tonight for a little supper and.. dessert?" He gave me a sly smile, then nuzzled my neck.

I frowned. "I'd love to Ted, but I need to get all this ready tonight," I said in a disappointed tone. "We don't want to mess up the timing for the grand opening." I really wanted to, but I knew that if we met up for food and fun, I'd never get the painting specs done for the contractors to start the top floor in the morning.

Ted sighed, then smiled. "You're right, as usual. We'll have to celebrate after they get the upstairs finished. Friday night, then?" He gave me a quick kiss.

I pulled out my PDA and checked the date. Today was Tuesday. Painting on Wednesday. Drying time on Thursday. Delivery of the furniture and the upstairs displays on Friday... It would work out just fine. We'd be able to have some fun on Friday night, finish getting the displays put up on Saturday, all before the opening Sunday morning.

"Friday night will be great," I said, kissing him back.

"Why don't you wear that 'special' dress? It would go great with the colors upstairs."

I grinned. I knew what he meant. It was this kinky, translucent blue latex number that I had been saving for him and now would be the perfect opportunity. It was clear enough to give him a little glimpse, but not enough that he'd explode in his pants. Foreplay was such a wonderful thing sometimes. I'd let his imagination run with the image for a while, then we'd head over into the living quarters side of the top floor and let nature take it's course.

I kissed him once again and we both went our separate ways. When I arrived at my apartment, I quickly made something to eat, then got out of the skirt and tight top I had been wearing. Being single and living alone, I was able to lounge around in my panties and bra. Tonight would be no exception. I undressed and headed back to the kitchen. I opened the tube with the plans inside and dumped them out on the dining table. The large scroll of papers hit the table with a thud and then I heard two smaller objects hit the hard wood of the table. I moved the plans out of the way and saw a small braided choker and a beautiful bronze bracelet.

I giggled. "Ted, you sly one, you. Must be something for me to wear Friday night." I looked at the items a bit closer. They would go fabulously with the blue dress. I placed them over on the table by the front door and went back to the kitchen to go over the plans one last time.

I had been over the first floor's plans with a fine tooth comb, but the upper level was something that I wasn't as familiar with. The main floor is mostly where the public would be, so more attention had been spent there. Since the upper floor was to be used as an apartment for Ted and a place for some of his favorite sports items, it had been less of a priority. But with the contractors and painting crews there already, we both figured it would be more economical in the long run to do it all at the same time.

I spread out the plans and pulled the front pages back to reveal the plans for the upper floor. I pulled out my notes and then stared to make the final notations on the plans so the painters would know what colors went on what walls. Bedrooms and the offices would be various shades of yellow and the "trophy" rooms would be pale blue with dark blue highlights. I scribbled down notes and noticed some of Ted's writing on some of the rooms. Bedroom. Office. Basketball. Track. Then I noticed a smaller room on the end, adjacent to the room that was to become Ted's bedroom. It had the words "pole vault" written on it.

I smiled. It was his favorite sport. I guess it made sense that he'd have a room dedicated to it.

I spent a few hours making color notations and then when all the walls has a designation, I rolled the plans back up and put them back into the long, white tube.

I grinned mischievously to myself. Long tube. It *had* been a tiring day. I placed the tube next to the front door, grabbed the two new pieces of jewelry and headed back to my room with thoughts of a little self stimulation to put me to sleep.

Wednesday and Thursday came and went in a flurry of coordination and preparation for the opening. Ted had gone out of town to make sure the items for display were on schedule, saying that he'd be back in time for our Friday night celebration. I made sure not to disappoint him as the paint crews finished on time Wednesday, leaving the full day Thursday for the place to dry.

Friday morning, I arrived half an hour before the furniture delivery trucks appeared. The delivery men made quick work of the items, getting them into the correct rooms in no time. Several of the employees arrived around noon to take care of the arrival of the display items. I hung around for a few hours to help some of the displays take shape, but knew that I needed to get home if I was to be ready for Ted when he arrived.

Back at my apartment, I rushed in, nearly knocking over the table next to the door, and stripped down to nothing. Having run around all day with the furniture guys and helping with the displays, I was in desperate need of a shower. The hot water and the feeling of the massaging from the shower head put me into a mood ready for some good sex. I rubbed my clit in anticipation of what was to come tonight. It was going to be a great night.

Drying myself off, I headed over to the closet and pulled out the dark blue latex dress that had been waiting for a special occasion. I picked out a pair of high heel, elevator-style shoes and grabbed the jewelry that Ted had left for me nights before.

I pondered a bra and panties, but decided against it. If I was going to get Ted into the mood, I was going to go all out. My hard, erect nipples pushing against the stretched latex would drive him wild. And if he had easier access to my pussy, so much the better. I wanted this to be a night that he'd never forget.

I slid into the blue latex and it hugged my form like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination. My breasts had pushed the dress out tight across my chest and you could vaguely make out my cute little mound under the bottom part of the dress.

Dressed to thrill, I put on some luscious pink lipstick and a little eyeshadow. I didn't want to over-accentuate my face, so I kept the makeup to a minimum. I then put on the choker and the bracelet. They fit perfectly. Smiling, I grabbed my purse, slipped my feet into the high heels and headed out the door with my jacket.

A short taxi cab ride later, I was back at the gallery. I noticed that they had gotten the lettering on the door finished while I was gone. "Carson Sports Museum and Gallery" was expertly displayed in the windows. I smiled as Ted's dream had come true.

I pulled my keys from my purse and unlocked the doors. Stepping inside Ted's dream world for the first time, I could see why he had made a big deal about the deliveries. The displays were amazing. There were items from major sports around the world. Baseball. Football. Soccer. You name it, it was in there. Ted had chosen well.

"Lara?" I heard Ted's voice from upstairs.

"I'm down here, Ted. Just looking at the displays." He came down from the stairs in the back room and joined me next to a picture of the 1988 US Olympic Bobsledding team. "Even bobsledding. Amazing!" I was impressed.

"Just wait until you see what the upstairs looks like," Ted smiled, leading me by the hand toward the stairs.

Once there, I noticed how different the place looked with all the trimmings. All of the furniture and little nicknacks had been delivered and everything was in place.

Ted took me on a little tour of the rooms, starting with the offices, working thought the trophy rooms and finally ending in the bedroom. He pointed out things along the way, including the fact that my hardened nipples were driving him crazy. By the time we had gotten to the bedroom, his hands had already found their way up my dress to find my uncovered pussy.

Leaving all other worries aside, he pushed me down onto the bed and pulled up my dress so he could tease my clit with his tongue.

I started seeing stars almost immediately. He knew exactly how to get me going. As he brought me to my first orgasm of the night, I had noticed that there was a door in the room that we hadn't explored. I sat up and asked about the door.

"What was that room for, Ted? I can't remember."

Ted looked up from licking my pussy and turned toward the door.

"Oh, that? That's the pole vault, dear."

I was kind of confused. "You mean that's the room for your pole vaulting trophies, right?"

Ted just smiled. He stood up, giving me a hand up off the bed.

"I told you that this would be the place for some of my favorite sports items." He opened the glass doors and pressed a button on the wall. The florescent lights flicked on to reveal a room that was practically empty. Just a few of the blue ceramic bowl and vases that I had ordered.

I stepped over to the door and looked inside. The room was practically empty. Then I saw a silver pole inserted in a round blue base sitting off in the corner. I turned back around.

"I don't get it, Ted." That's when it hit me. I felt an electrical surge course through my body as I froze in place. The jolt started in my pussy and radiated outward. I tried to speak, but my entire body had been immobilized.

"No, Lara, I meant 'pole vault', as in poles for my life-like toys."

Life-like toys? What was he babbling about? Why couldn't I move?

"You see, I told you this place would be unique. And it *will* contain some of my favorite sports items." He walked past me, into the small blue room. He returned with the pole and base in his right hand. "And you just happen to be one of my most favorite sports items."

Shocked, my mind raced a mile a minute. My god, he was going to turn me into another of his displays... but not a public display. A private one. One that would only bring pleasure to him.

He set down the pole and stand and came close to me, whispering in my ear. "You see, the choker and the bracelet you're wearing was developed by a very rich, very, well, eccentric scientist friend of mine. He's been tinkering with the concepts for transforming living organisms into inanimate objects."

He placed one hand on my shoulder and another on the small of my back. Pushing my shoulder back, he accentuated my now immobile breasts. He straightened out my arms and spread my legs wider. Kneeling down, he peered under my dress to look at my pussy, giving it a little rub.

"It's too bad that you'll be losing that in a moment," he noted as he stood back up and headed over toward the bedstand. He opened a drawer and pulled out two items. One was a very large vibrating dildo and the other was a strange looking butt plug with a hole in the outward end.

"These will keep you happy though." He stepped back over to me and pulled my dress up. He took the dildo and proceeded to shove it up into my pussy. He pushed and pushed until the entire length had been enveloped by my sex.

"You'll enjoy this. It's a remote control vibrator that doesn't need batteries. I can turn your orgasm on and off whenever I want." He then turned back behind me.

"This on the other hand, is the catalyst for your transformation. Once I insert this into your tight little ass, the changes will sweep over you. You'll be the first in my living sports mannequin collection."

"A mannequin? You're turning me into a mannequin?!? Why? Why me?" I thought to myself as he knelt down.

"Ready? Here we go!" he exclaimed as he pushed the butt plug up into my ass.

As he pushed the object in, I could almost feel something lock into place. The changes had already begun. I could feel the butt plug fusing with my body, becoming the metal plate where the pole for my stand would be inserted.

Not knowing exactly how the pole would fit became apparent as Ted took the pole and shoved it up into the hole that had formed in my transformed ass. The end entered and then snapped into place. He adjusted the stand so it would support my body after it had finished its changes.

Moving back in front of me, he got a spectacular view of my pussy lips tightening and then finally merging together, creating a smooth, sexless mound, trapping the vibrator inside me. I could feel the muscles of my vagina tighten up around the dildo and then the electric pulse hit me.

"How does that feel?" Ted asked as he pressed the button on the remote. The changes slowly worked their way through the inside of my body, transforming and dissolving all my organs. The inside of my poor pussy froze mid-orgasm, leaving me in a state of constant arousal. I wanted to pant and moan in sexual pleasure, but my mouth wouldn't open.

Satisfied with the progress of seeing my pussy disappear, he pulled my dress back down and then slid the shoulder straps off my shoulders. He hooked them around my thumbs, revealing my C-cups breasts to the world.

"I want you to be able to see this part," he said as he maneuvered a large, full-length mirror over in front of me. "You'll enjoy this sensation."

I wasn't sure what he was referring to until I felt the hardness creeping up my torso.

"Oh no. My breasts! Ted! Not my breasts!"

I watched the mirror as the feelings of the transformation took over my chest. My boobs jiggled a bit as their color changed from a warm, flesh color to the shiny artificial look that had taken over my stomach. As it reached my nipples, that's when the sensation changed. I watched as my rock hard nipples expanded briefly and then proceeded to shrink back into my areolas. It took a matter of seconds, but the jolt from the movement caused me to feel another near orgasmic shock. Then I watched in horror as the areolas got pulled in the same way the nipples had. All that was left were two perfect breasts, nipple free, just like an old-time mannequin.

"My nipples! They're gone!" I screamed mentally. "Ted! If I ever get free..."

While I was watching my breasts get taken over by the changes, I hadn't noticed that my legs had completed their changes, leaving them completely smooth. I then felt something totally disconcerting. Joint lines started forming around my waist and on my left leg. I was really turning into a mannequin! Not just a frozen statue, but a real mannequin. I could be taken apart and stored away if Ted ever got tired of having me around.

Ted sat down on the edge of the bed and waited for the final wave of changes to run through me.

The next sensation ran down my arms, locking them in place. As with my waist and leg, joint lines formed along my arms and on my wrists. The last thing was my head. The changes swept over my face, causing my facial features to contort into a pouty, sexy look. My hair felt like it had been pulled from my head and turned into a wig that was simply glued onto my smooth head. As the transformation ended, my eyes glazed over, changing into blue pools of painted glass.

Seeing the completed product, Ted stood up and walked around my transformed body.

"Amazing," he exclaimed as he rubbed his hand over my breast. Every touch caused an orgasmic wave to run through me, enhanced by the pulsing vibration of the dildo sealed up in my sexless crotch. Then he knocked on my right breast with his hand. The dull, echoing sound of hollow plastic filled the air.

It was real. The sound of Ted knocking on my plastic boobs confirmed it. I had really become a mannequin.

"Ah, you look so good stuck there like that," Ted said as he turned his attention to my head. He pulled at the choker around my neck and found the joint that connected my head to the rest of my body. He smiled.

"You shouldn't need these on anymore," he said as he reached around and unhooked the choker, placing it in his pocket. He then looked at my arm where the bracelet was. He paused. Then his smile changed to a sadistic grin.

"Let's see how much of a real mannequin you really are."

Now I was freaking out. He was going to take me apart! My mind went into overload. Then he touched my hand, getting ready to pull it from my arm. That pushed the fear from my mind as the orgasm rushed over me. Seconds later, it was done. The orgasm stopped abruptly as the sensation of having my hand removed hit me.

He kneeled on the floor, holding my plastic hand in his, the strap of my latex dress still trapped in my frozen fingers.

My hand gone, it felt like someone had come along and chopped it off. It wasn't painful, but it caused a great sense of alarm. Something that had been there forever had been ripped away. Then I felt him slip the bracelet off my arm.

"I wonder how that feels," he said as he placed the bracelet on the floor. He caressed my leg, sliding his hand up to the smooth mound between my legs, then reattached my hand. The feeling of alarm passed as soon as my hand had been restored to its proper place.

Ted stood and rubbed one of my breasts again.

"Now you'll be mine to enjoy forever, Lara." He turned and pressed the light switch again. The lights in the small room went dark.

"I think I'll keep you there in the doorway for a while," Ted said as he headed for the bedroom door.

"Have fun with that super dildo I gave you. I'll be back later to have some more fun." He smiled and winked, then stepped out of the room, leaving me there in my frozen prison.

All I could do now is scream in my silent horror, with only the faint sound of the vibrator reverberating through my hollow frame.