Liz, the store's assistant manager, and Steven her stalwart friend and reluctant assistant supervisor are the last two employees in the store.
"Another day done, eh luv?" Liz smiled but sounded exhausted as she stretched her back. Lugging around her impressive bosom all day really did a number on her back.
"They keep happening, one right after another, whether we want them to or not." chuckled Steven. "Have you changed your mind about joining Carly and I for some late-night binge-watching?" he asked hopefully. "I mean with your hubby and son away visiting the in-laws for the weekend, I imagine you don't have any commitments?"
Liz chuckled. "And listen to you two wise-crack about the implausibilities of the plot? Actually, that does sound fun. But, I'm spent. I'm going to head straight home, down a glass of wine, and turn in for 12 or 14 hours."
"Your loss. Our wisecracks are LEGENDARY." Steven gave her a wink and turned to leave the store. "If you change your mind, I'm sure we'll be over at Beautylicious. Carly takes forever closing up shop."
Liz laughed. "I'll keep it in mind. Good night, Steven."
Locking the store's front doors after seeing him out, Liz decided to do a quick walk-through to see how the sales floor looked. Short-heeled loafers clicking on the tilework, she scanned the aisles. A perfectionist, she spotted the occasional mess or spot that needed attention but was so tired that she merely filed them away on her mental "to be addressed" list.
As she neared the back of the store, something caught her eye. With only half the lights on, she could barely make out what it was. Slowly walking down the aisle, head-cocked in mild confusion, she had to get within a few feet to make out what it was.
"Ewwwwww!" she yelped. It was a large, black, double-headed dildo. She reflexively took a step back. She looked at it in disbelief for a bit, before stomping away from it towards the janitor's supply closet. "Perverts and deviants..." she grumbled as she grabbed a rubber glove to grab the errant sex toy with.
Reluctantly, she returned to the aisle it had been laying in, only to find that it was no longer present?!?! "What the Hell?!?!" she muttered as she crouched and looked around. Had she inadvertently kicked it while walking away? No. Where was it?!?! She looked around. Was someone playing a bizarre joke on her?
Down looking around under the shelving, Liz was caught unawares when something moved with lightning speed toward her from behind!!! Before she could react, she felt something latch onto her ankle, and begin to snake its way up her trouser leg!!!
Standing up in a panic, she shook her leg, trying to knock it off, but it continued to travel up her limb! She could see a bulking outline around her right thigh, as it continued to move up toward her crotch!!!
Terrified, at first, she attempted to run to the ladies' room, but, realizing she was alone in the store and anxious to get whatever it was off of her, she stopped in her tracks and hastily began to unbuckle her belt! At the same time, the thing was in her panties, pulling down her trousers, she could see an undulating form bulging her crotch!
Pulling them down, she was absolutely horrified to see that the double-headed phallus had burned one end of itself into her pussy!!! Sickened, she grabbed the other end and tried to wrench it out of her, only to discover that it was well and truly fixed in place!!! Worse than that, she found herself hyperventilating as a wave of disturbing sensual pleasure began to radiate outward from it, washing over her body from head to toe!!!
"N-n-nooooooo!!!" she growled, tugging at the violating sex toy to no avail. The pleasure was overwhelming! It was also quite...odd. She felt the familiar, deep, orgasmic pleasure she'd experienced as a woman all her life, but, simultaneously, she felt something different. She felt her hands gripping the exposed end of the dildo...was she...feeling it as if it were part of her?!?!?
Stepping out of her trousers and panties, she struggled to get away, to seek help, but the sensual delights made her dizzy and awkward. She gasped as she struggled to free herself. She began to moan as climax after climax began to bury her beneath an avalanche of pleasure.
Finally, she slowly fell to the ground, losing consciousness as the invader continued to do its wicked work upon on her.
Liz groaned as she slowly regained consciousness. Moaning, she reached up to rub her head, having hit the floor hard when she'd collapsed upon it earlier. Getting her wits back about her, she could see that her top, blouse, and brassier were laying in a heap off to the side. She also realized that the hand she had run across her head was now gloved!
Looking down, she realized that she was now wearing an outfit VERY different than the one she'd been sporting mere moments earlier. Different than any she'd worn in the entirety of her life, as a matter of fact.
Liz was wearing some kind of shiny, black, incredibly tight catsuit!!!
The material felt warm and seemed to pulse as if it had a heartbeat. It clung to every inch of her, every nook and cranny, leaving nothing to the imagination! Only her head was exposed, with everything from the neck down now shrouded in the black material. Her fingers were sheathed in incorporated gloves, and, to her further disgust, her feet now had high-heeled stiletto soles affixed to them.
"What in the actual fuck?!?!" Embarrassed by the attire, and feeling violated to the extreme, she scrambled to her feet, nearly falling on her preposterous new heels. She ran her gloves over the material of the suit, desperately seeking some form of fastener, zipper, or means of extricating herself from it. But, there was no such avenue of escape.
Realization sunk in, as she looked down at herself and realized that her dimensions and shape seemed wrong...off. Even taking the heels into account, Liz was now towering over her previous 5-foot-4 height. She had to be at least 6'2'' or more!
On top of that, her arms and legs were much longer, and more defined muscularly. Her hips were flared, with her taught, black-clad rear end being much broader. Her waist was much narrower, with her former belly now gone. And, while she'd always had large breasts before, they were now even bigger! They pushed out, looking much more buoyant and extreme. On top of all of that, the black cock that had assaulted her earlier now dangled flaccidly between her remarkable thighs.
"No!!! What is this?!?!" Tears formed at the edges of her eyes as she reached down and began to tug at the black cock, trying to pull it away from her with the maddened determination of a trapped animal. To her horror, not only did it refuse to budge, but her touch caused it to engorge and harden as pleasure began to build in her pelvis once more.
"Help!!! I have to get help!!!'Some...." her voice faltered as her throat tightened, the neck of her suit constricting on her. Worse, her limbs shuddered a bit and weakened, as she stopped in her tracks. Her back straightened, as her enlarged tits bounced at the motion. She stood ramrod straight for a moment, stuck in place like a statue, unable to move.
She looked confused, as her brow furrowed in concentration. "I-I can't move!!! Why can't I move!?!?" she thought to herself as she fought to breathe.
Suddenly, her body lowered into a crouch, taking a graceful, almost animalistic stance. She began to slowly walk towards the building's back entrance, her new heels clicking with each step. "I'm not doing this?!?! My body is moving on its own!!!" she thought to herself.
Unable to speak, Liz watched from atop her own shoulders, like a helpless passenger as her body acted of it's own accord. Moving through the darkness with grace and determination, she found herself heading toward's her friend Carly's salon, Beautylicious!!!
"Are you done yet? You're taking forever!!!" Steven whined from one of the salon chairs as Carly fiddled with the shop's computer.
"You can't rush these things, Steven. Trust me, fastidiousness is part of being a good businesswoman."
The pair's conversation came to an abrupt halt when a figure pounced out of the darkness, crouched as if to attack across from them. Carly yelped, and Steven awkwardly scrambled to his feet.
"Liz?!?! What are you wearing?!?!" Carly gasped.
Steven regained his composure and cocked his head before doubling over in laughter. "What in the Hell?!?! It's not Halloween Liz?!?! Did I miss the memo about it being International Dominatrix Day?!?!"
"Steven...I...I...I can't..." Liz whispered, her eyes wide. Her body rushed forward, giving Steven a hard backhand, sending him across the room and crumpling onto the floor unconscious!!!
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