The Tahitian Doll
by kittara
photomanip by MadBirdCZ

I had been planning this night for weeks. A new night club, the Tahitian Doll, had opened about a month ago and I had worked out a time when my friends Amy and Sarah could meet me there for a girl's night on the town. The night had been going so well. Now I wasn't too sure that I wanted it to continue.

Most of the night I had been sitting with Amy and Sarah in one of the booths next to the bar. We had an extremely hot waiter named Jason who had been serving us all night. After the first round or two of drinks, all of us decided that we needed to keep ordering just so we could drool over him.

As the night went on, we kept downing the drinks that kept appearing at the table. I never really intended on drinking more than three or four, but something about the taste kept me drinking. We all got more and more inebriated as the night wore on, but I didn't mind. I could still hit on guys, even if I was a bit tipsy.

I was the fortunate one in the group, being on the end closest to him. I was able to flirt with him a lot easier than my friends. I had been able to make some small talk with him most of the night, dropping little hints that I wanted to meet up with him later on. I had heard him mention to the bartender that he was finishing his shift around 2:00 am, so it was only a matter of time before I make my move.

I had noticed the person tending the bar when we came inside. It was rather unusual for a bar to have a female bartender, but there she was. Not the typical picture of a bartender either. She was a slender girl with a great body, decently sized breasts and an exotic look to her face. She also had one of the little yellow umbrellas used to dress up her alcoholic concoctions in her hair, just above her right ear. Looking at her, she was the kind that should be a waitress, not a bartender.

After drinking for a while, the rest of my friends decided that they wanted to go out onto the dance floor and see if they could find some hot guys to hit on. I told them that I was going to stay at the table. The girls didn't need an explanation. They knew that I was going to try to make my move on Jason. As my friends disappeared into the dancing frenzy, I looked at my watch. It was a few minutes before 2:00 and I waved down Jason for one more drink order. After dropping off some used glasses in the back room, he walked over to me and smiled.

"So, Lani, ready for another?" he asked as he knelt down next to the table and picked up my empty glass. I just nodded and smiled seductively.

"Where did Amy and Sarah head off to?" he asked as he wrote something down on the little pad of paper he carried with him.

"Oh, they headed off to find some guys to dance with. I decided to stay here," I said leaning closer to him. "It's almost time for you to get off work, isn't it?"

He smiled back at me. "Yeah, I get off in a few minutes. I've got some..." I cut him off, placing my hand on his knee.

"Well, you want to join me for a drink after you punch out?" I asked, batting my eyes at him. "You've been so good about serving us all night. I'd like to thank you for all your hard work."

He looked up at me with surprise as I smiled again. He quickly looked over to the bar and the bartender nodded. He turned back to me with the pleasant smile he'd given me all night. "Sure, I'd love to join you. Don't move from that spot and I'll be right back with your drink."

I wasn't sure why he looked toward the bartender. It seemed a little strange at first, but I dismissed the thought. That female bartender still bothered me for some reason though. What it was about her, I still couldn't tell. But then I thought to myself, "Hey, what could she do? It's not like she owned the guy."

About a minute later, Jason returned with my drink. He placed it on the table and stuck something into it this time. It was a stir stick that glowed in the dark. I had heard about some newer clubs using them as a gimmick for their drinks, somehow making them look more "exciting". I have to admit, it was more fun to look at. But the drink wasn't going to be my focus for the rest of the night. I was looking forward to Jason.

I sat there, sipping on my drink as I started to feel a bit light headed. I shook my head a bit, but kept on drinking. It tasted so good. I was starting to feel hot as the concoction ran through my system. I could feel my pussy juices start to flow with every sip. I needed to get someone, I needed Jason, to help me release the energy that was building up inside me.

I was so into the flavor of the drink, dreaming about Jason and my building orgasm, I never noticed that the liquid glowing inside the stick had disappeared and had transferred into the contents of the glass.

I continued to drink as I saw Jason heading to the bar. I thought I saw him smile to the Bartender as my eyes went fuzzy. The sexual energy inside me exploded in a spectacular orgasm and I passed out.

Hours later...

My eyes fluttered open.

It was fairly dark and extremely quiet. The music has obviously stopped and the crowd had disappeared. All I could see through my blurred vision was the spinning of the disco ball on the ceiling through the swirling smoke and the occasional flashing light. I could faintly hear the sound of rippling water from the small lighted pond next to the bar.

I couldn't remember how I ended up in the position I was sitting in. I somehow ended up sitting backwards on one of the chairs in the middle of the lounge area. I was leaning back against one of the small tables in front of the bar, the back of my head resting on the tabletop and my arms dangling down behind me. My legs were hanging over the back of the chair and my hot pink high heels were ready to fall off my feet. The chair was far enough from the table, about a foot and a half away, that I had to have my back arched to keep my head on the table.

As I thought about the pose, it was something that should have defied gravity. I know that my body couldn't support that kind of a position for too long, but I couldn't seem to move anything but my head. It was like my body had frozen up and I was stuck in place. I wanted to scream for help, but my voice was silent.

I turned my head toward the sound of the pond as I saw someone step in front of a light on the floor. I squinted to try and clear my vision, but it was still a little blurry. I couldn't make out who it was.

The person was small, so I figured it had to be a girl. She walked over toward the bar and stepped behind. The only thing I could really make out through the smoke was something yellow in her hair...

"Something yellow?" I thought to myself, slightly puzzled. Then it hit me.

The bartender! She grabbed something in her right hand and then came out from behind the bar toward me.

"So... Lani, is it? I'll bet you're wondering why you're here and why you can't move. Well, I had been watching you and your friends all night drooling over my Jason. I really hate when girls try to hit on my man. Most girls eventually give up, but you three kept making passes at him and I can't stand girls like that."

She walked up to me and I felt her hand touch my chest. She ran her fingers over the top of my breasts and then rubbed my nipples. I never realized it, but she had removed my red spaghetti-strap top and had thrown it onto the other chair at the table.

I turned my head and I saw that she was standing in front of me with practically no clothes on. All she was wearing was her pair of black lace panties and the little yellow umbrella in her hair.

"Do you know why this place is called the Tahitian Doll?" she asked in a mocking tone. "It's a mystery to most people, but when I started this bar, it was because of my affinity for sex toys. Being Tahitian myself, it just seemed to fit." She leaned down and licked my nipples until they were hard as rocks, then she continued.

"You're a lucky one because you get to be a living part of the mystery," she said as she reached around the top of my pantyhose and started feeling around my wet pussy. She rubbed her fingers against my clit for a moment and then reached down with the other hand and slipped something into my cunt.

"Do you remember that last drink that my dear Jason brought to you? The one with the glowing stick in it?" she asked with an evil smile on her face. "Well, that was the first phase of the journey to your new existence. What I just placed into your dripping little cunt there is the finishing agent."

"New existence? What are you babbling about?" I thought to myself as my body started to feel strange. Of course, she couldn't hear what I was thinking.

"I don't get to make my special drinks as often as I'd like, but after watching you and your two friends hitting on Jason all night, you gave me the chance to make three in one night." She paused, nodding toward the bar. "Your friends were a lot easier to deal with. They didn't even wake up in time to see what had happened to them."

Panic began to take over my mind as I realized that the insane bartender had done something to my friends. And I was next! What was she going to do with me?

"It's such a wonderful formula that I was able to come up with," she said as she rubbed my stomach down to the lips of my pussy. "It works so quickly too."

She rubbed my clit for a few seconds and then removed her hand from inside my pantyhose. "Since you're awake, I can guarantee that you'll enjoy the process. And soon you'll be able to be with Jason all the time."

My panic was washed away as a wave of orgasmic energy rippled through my frozen frame. I could feel my body start twitching as something was happening. The opening to my pussy seemed to be shrinking rapidly as my body began to change. I could feel myself becoming lighter and lighter with each passing moment. Eventually my pussy had puckered up almost to the point of becoming non-existent. Then in a blinding flash of an orgasm, it expanded into a circular shape, leaving a smooth pink tube of rubber inside.

"What in the world is happening here?" I screamed in my mind as the changes continued outward. I then felt my anus twitch and shift upward. It began to do the same thing my pussy had done, shrinking into oblivion, then it blossomed into a round opening, an opening that would be perfect for a man's cock or some sex toy.

"Oh my god! She's turning me into some latex love doll! Some fuck toy! Why? What did I do? I don't want to be some fuck... fuck... I need someone to fuck me now! Please!" I was getting confused now as the changes continued to sweep through my body.

I could feel my arms and legs become lighter as I knew that they were changing from flesh and bones to air-filled latex. My legs began to rise a bit from their dangling position as they filled with air, constrained by the black, patterned pantyhose I had been wearing. My arms slowly began to reshape as they were overtaken by the changes. They ended up in a 45 degree angle behind me, still hanging there, but now in a pose perfect for holding my owner.

My eyes went wide as the next set of changes began. My stomach and torso began to lose its texture as my skin there began to change into latex. The transformation had caused my waist to cinch two or three inches smaller and my breasts began to expand from their usual B-cup to something around a D-cup. The sensation of my breasts expanding was mind-blowing. I was stuck in a sexual high as they began to shift into two mounds of latex, capped by large pink nipples.

As the changes neared my head, I could hear my captor laughing to herself. "You're going to make such a great addition to my doll collection. And both Jason and I will love playing with you," She laughed. "That is, until we transform another girl."

I could feel the seams start to form around my body -- on my sides, around my breasts, down my arms and legs. In moments, all I'd be was some elaborately sewn together pieces of latex.

She reached up to my face and ran her finger along my lips as I felt my head begin the final changes. She ran her finger around my mouth until it was permanently stuck in the O-shape that all love dolls are famous for. The inside of my mouth melted away leaving the same kind of slick rubbery tube that had overtaken my pussy and anus just moments earlier. She stuck a finger inside my transformed mouth as my eyes changed from their beautiful pools of green to the painted on features of the sex toy that I had become.

I felt something pushing its way out of the small of my back as the final piece of the transformation occurred. A small clear lump began to form out of the skin-colored latex. I knew then what it was. It was the valve for adding and removing the air inside my inanimate body.

It had finally stopped, almost as suddenly as it had happened. My mind was full of all sorts of strange new thoughts as my new form began to overwhelm my senses. I sat there in my ridiculous pose, unable to move, now yearning for someone to use me. I needed someone's cock inside me. I needed my master to fuck me.

"Well, well... I was right. You make a such a beautiful fuck toy, just like your two friends. Jason is going to really enjoy his time with you tonight. I hope you'll enjoy it as much has he will."

She reached behind my back and pulled open the valve. I heard the air quickly escaping from my body as the bartender picked up a glass on the table.

"Here's to the latest addition to my collection. Thank you, Lani," she said as she raised her glass and then took a sip.

She grabbed my deflating body before I fell on the floor, making sure to tweak one of my nipples before heading back toward the bar. Everything else around me faded into oblivion, even the fact that my friends had already been transformed into latex fuck toys. The only thing that mattered now was being touched, being used.

Before my body had finished deflating, she stepped over behind the bar and picked up three small boxes. Two of the boxes had writing on them and already had love dolls inside. If I could have moved, I would have seen the plasticized faces of Amy and Sarah through the clear plastic opening in the top of the boxes. The third was empty, but not for long.

The bartender picked up a marker and wrote "Lani" on the side of the box. She then proceeded to fold up my limp form and placed me inside the cardboard box, my face looking out from behind the clear plastic top.

Being folded up just caused me to feel a greater sense of erotic bliss. I was caught in my sexual revelry, waiting for my new owners to pull me out of my box and fill me up again. I needed to be used.