Punishment for a bad job

She looked at her hand, confused, and saw that as much as she tried, she couldn't get her thumb and fingers to separate. As she evaluated her body, she noticed other changes. Her legs and back felt stiff and uncomfortable. The legs she'd pulled together at the first opportunity she had started to move apart by themselves. She tried to fight it, but it felt like they were stiff and cramping as she tried. Her back was the same, arching uncomfortably as she seemed to climb onto the confused guy.

She tried to crawl off of him to get a better understanding of what her body was doing, but once again her lower body wasn't complying, and her slippery hands were flailing to grip anything, especially as her arms became stiffer themselves. Her stiff, slippery limbs slipped and she slumped over the guy, who took it as a sign that he'd done a good job. He tried to kiss her but found the kiss disappointing: her thick lips were beautiful to kiss, but it was like she wasn't kissing back, as if her mouth was hanging open.

Confused, he leant back for a better view of the girl he'd kissed. He looked up at the crowd, embarrassed and stood up from her. He had to question how much he had drunk - he could have sworn it was a real girl.

Only the girl knew that she had been real moments ago. Her mouth was stuck in the shape of an O. Only she also knew that her other two useful holes had undergone the same change, as confirmed by the new airy sensations she could feel from them.

So this was her forfeit for not making the man 'happy.' The game was rigged!

All she could see was the red leather of the club sofa as her immobile face was smushed against it. She knew what she looked like though: a lifelike sex doll with resemblance to her former self, left in the center of a club full of hungry, drunk young men, wearing the slutty clothes her friends had made her wear.

She tried to scream but there were no muscles left that could scream. She felt movement behind her and soon hands were on her hips, and more grinding was happening behind her. The touches were surprisingly pleasurable considering the circumstances.

She felt herself being tugged by her hips off the sofa, and her face dragged across the leather of the sofa until someone righted her. She could finally see her captors - currently a bunch of what seemed like friends were using her body as a prop for photos. She would have grimaced if she could.

As she was used, thankfully fairly innocently, she wondered if she would be stuck like this forever, or if, possibly worse, Scarlett the witch will come back for her.

The friends dragged her to the dance floor and posed her for some particularly lewd dancing until they lost interest, and, in an unusual sensation for the poor inflatable girl, threw her above the crowd.

She was crowd surfing, passed overhead between the drunk patrons. She felt like she was trapped inside herself as she tried to persuade her limbs to slap away the invasive hands exploring in her top and up her skirt but she had no way to. Every touch was pleasurable in a way she hadn't imagined before tonight, but it didn't do anything to stop the violating feeling of the hands touching her most intimate area. It didn't take the crowd long to start really probing, fingers being inserted into all of her holes. She wanted to moan and cry equally.

She got a sense of just how big her artificial holes were when she realised that the cold wet sensation in her ass was a beer bottle someone had pushed into her ass. Even that felt good, confusingly. She had to admit, this was definitely a creative punishment. She wondered when in the chaos she'd lost her top and one of her shoes.

As she was being tossed around the club, she took the opportunity to look out for the witch who trapped her in this body but she was nowhere to be found. She cried inside as she wondered how long until she'd be free, if at all.

She felt a hand pull at her wrist until she was pulled down into the crowd into the arms of a particularly drunk and happy looking guy. She knew what this face meant, and renewed her efforts to move in any way she could as the guy carried her towards the washrooms, screaming inside her head.