You decide to make Stacey even more helpless.

You roll over onto your side, lounging on the bed next to your limbless girlfriend. "So, Stace, do you want to stop?" You show her the marker. "I can give you back you your arms and legs back, if you want." She glanced over at you, lifting herself up onto her stumps and maneuvering herself around. She manages to turn and flops down on her stomach in front of you. "Uh, well," she looks around. "I mean, this is kind of exciting. But if you're turned off by it," she trails off. She is blushing a bit, or maybe she's still flushed from her last orgasm. You smile at the sight. There's not much more that makes you smile than seeing her so pleased with herself.

Then suddenly, as you're sit up on the bed, an idea suddenly jumps into your head. Where did Stacey get such an idea? The idea of a legless, armless girl, that was weird. And while Stacey liked sex, this smelled of hardcore fetish porn. Did Stacey like stuff like that?

Then, an idea occurred to you. You stood up and walked over to Stacey's side of the bed, over to the small desk that was there. This is where you both sat when you needed to browse the web and stay connected to an outlet. And as luck would have it, Stacey had just been doing that, as her laptop still sat on top of it. "Finn?" Stacey questioned. "What are you doing?" You opened up her laptop, booted it up and was confronted with a password bar. No way in, huh. You paused, then wondered if she was still using her old password. Stacey was allergic to technology, so she stuck to the basics and let you handle everything. You had set up the password for her about a year and a half ago, when you had just started dating.

You typed in the password. The laptop accepted it, admitting you inside. "Oh nothing," you casually commented. "I'm just going to check out your search history." You glanced back to see Stacey, still on her stomach, blush bright red. "Finn!" She yelled. "That is totally inappropriate!" You shrug. "Come on, Stace, I'm just trying to get to know you better."

As she continues protesting, you pull up her search history and find that she has been searching up hentai. Stuff with big dicks in particular. Then you catch a page with a name that isn't obvious. You click on it, and suddenly find yourself on an image archiving site. The page up shows a series of images of women being transformed into rubber dolls, sex toys and other objects. The images are surreal, but they are also oddly erotic. You spin around in the chair and look at Stacey. She has stopped speaking and gives you a mortified look. "Were you doing research?" You ask, trying not to smile and mostly failing.

She refuses to answer. In response, you unplug her laptop from the wall and walk over to her, holding the screen close to her face. "Did you want to do this?" Stacey refuses to answer. You nod, then lower your head and give her a small kiss on the cheek. "I get it, believe me." Then, placing on finger on the mouse pad, you begin to move it around the page. "How about this- when I reach the image you find most arousing, just nod your head." In response, Stacey closes her eyes. "No way!" You shake your head. "What's the matter, Stace? You scared?" She doesn't shake her head, or say anything. You wonder if you should stop, then see how she's trembling. Is she scared? No, you realize. She is throbbing in anticipation. She loves this.

"Tell you what," you reply, setting her laptop back down. "I'll pick something for you and then we'll do it. How does that sound?" Stacey doesn't reply. "Just say the word, and I'll stop." You add. Stacey clamps her mouth shut. Thatta girl, you think, immensely pleased. Your cock starts to swell as well. You then turn back to the page. You're not familiar with any of this stuff- it's kind of hot, but nothing about it really strikes you as that good. So you decide to just pick something at random. Closing your eyes, you randomly move your finger around the mouse pad and then stop.

Opening your eyes, you see the image before you and it fills you with a feeling of arousal and strange excitement. What a day! You're going to be the first person ever to try this. All those perverts on the Internet would be crying right now if they could see you. You don't even know if you'll like it, but you're certainly going to try. You walk over to Stacey and kneel before her. "Okay, I picked something." She opens her eyes. "What is it?"

You waggle a finger at her. "It's a surprise. But it's from the page you were on. Stacey shudders in reply. You smile at her. "Well?" She asks. "Don't just sit there!" You roll your eyes, but get up. "Geez, even without arms you're still a ****-driver." As you walk around the bed, you smack her ass, to punctuate the statement. Stacey gives you an undignified yelp! Then glares over her shoulder at you. "You just don't take things seriously, Finn. You need someone to hold your reins." You smile smugly back at her. She sounds irritated, but you can see how she's getting impatient. She gets like this when she's horny- bossy and twitchy. She can't really do much of the latter now though.

Reaching the other side of the bed, you lean over her and begin writing on her back. You write, "Living Onahole" and "Elastic Rubber Flesh", followed by "Handheld Size", "Self-Lubricated" and finally, on a diabolic whim, "Double-sided". All at once, Stacey begins to shrink, going from just shorter than your 5' 9" to less than a foot long. Her flesh turns to a translucent, bright pink substance. You look her over and decide to make a few changes. You write, "Completely limbless" on her much reduced frame and what's left of her stumps disappears, leaving only large spherical outgrowths where her arms and legs once were. With that, you flip her over.

You look down at her and see that her expression is frozen, her face having turned to the same pink substance. You grab her and pick her up. "Stacey?" You panic for a second, wondering if you just killed her. No, that's impossible, you think. You specifically wrote "living". You study her, thinking about it. Her throat is obviously plastic, and she doesn't have lungs anymore you realize, peering through her translucent body, so obviously she can't talk. So you take the marker and scribble on your arm, "Telepathic".

"Stacey?" You send a message to her. "Oh my God, what did you do?" She screams at you. Her voice fills your whole head, almost giving you a migraine. You lower the "volume" of her thoughts and reply, "I did what you asked. You were aroused by the stuff on that page, right?" Stacey sends another angry reply. "No, of course not!" But you can feel her arousal in her thoughts. She just lied through her teeth. In fact, you can feel her need radiating off her like heat. "You're a horny little girl, aren't you?" You laugh at your joke. "Emphasis on the little."

Stacey fumes, a little irritated, but it's a drop in a bucket compared to how horny she is. "Finn!" She yells at you. "If you're going to turn me into a little fuckhole, can you at least stop making dumb jokes for five seconds?" She's trying to sound indignant, but all you can hear is the quiet undercurrent running under her surface thought, a quiet babble of images and words, a stream of cocks, either drawn ones, ones from porn or yours and a mantra-like repetition of "fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!"

You pull Stacey up towards you and give her a squeeze. She doesn't say anything, but you hear her groan mentally as you do. "That almost got my nipples please touch them please oh please," her animal brain mumbles, "I'm wet wet wet, fill me stuff me pound me," Stacey's conscious thoughts interrupt her animal brain. "Be careful. Despite how I look, I'm not just a toy." You harden your expression. "Actually, for the moment, you are." She thinks consciously, "Don't you talk to me that way," while her animal brain is begging you to keep going. You decide to listen to the lower angel in this exchange and lower Stacey down to just above your cock.

Carefully, you insert the tip into it, and immediately the interior texture catches you off guard. You make a noise of pleasure. Stacey's conscious thoughts are suddenly obliterated in a tidal wave of pleasure. Her animal brain rises up, swamping the higher mind. "Oh God oh god oh God," she moans inside your head. "That feels so good! More! More!" You need no encouragement. You shove her down on your cock and moan yourself as her slick, ridged interior wraps tightly around your cock. It's like her pussy, but not, almost like an artificial recreation of the former. It is slick as normal, dripping warm fluid down onto your balls. You begin to use her to jerk yourself off, dragging her up and down your shaft.

As you pull her down, her stomach bulges out like she's growing a third tit in between her other two, then the bulge shrinks as you move her back up. She's howling now- all conscious thought has been obliterated. Her entire body is a pussy, you think, marveling at the change. Every inch of her exists solely to pleasure cock- your cock. You thrust faster and squeeze down on her. The tightness jumps abruptly and the slick insides snugly wrap around you in ways you never thought possible. At the base of your hips, pressure begins to build. You're approaching the point of no return.

But at this point, you couldn't return, even if you wanted to. You drag her down your cock one more time, then blow inside her. Stacey's rubber body inflates like a balloon, the bulge in her stomach reappearing, then swelling to much larger proportions. The insides of her translucent form fill with white cream and it begins spilling out her mouth, gushing over her plasticky tits and distended stomach. As you cum, Stacey's thoughts lose all remaining coherence. There are no images or sounds even approaching language, only a tidal wave of pure, white hot pleasure. You collapse onto the bed, the feedback of her orgasm colliding with yours to produce an onslaught of pleasure.

You let go of her, leaving her impaled on your deflating cock and take a deep breath. After about a minute, you turn off your telepathic powers, letting your orgasm subside on it's own. You bask in the afterglow for a couple minutes, before deciding that's enough. You take the onahole off your cock and hold it up carefully so the minimum amount of cum will leak out. Then, carefully climbing off the bed, you run to the bathroom and place it in the bath tub. Then, retrieving the marker, you enter in and write, "Clean" on her engorged stomach. The marker cleans out all the cum inside and on her, along with all the writing of the marker. Suddenly, Stacey is laying in the bathtub, naked but otherwise normal. You write "Clean" on yourself too, the lubricant she dripped onto you and the sweat you worked up vanishing like it never existed.

Stacey stares up at you, fixing you with a hard look. "What?" You ask. For the first time in a while, she looks genuinely mad, not just irritated. She sits up in the bath. "I'm conflicted. I'm not sure if I want to punish you for treating me like a sex toy or thank you for that." You're confused. "Thank me?" She stands up and climbs out of the tub, walking over to you. "For the best orgasm of my life, of course. What did you write on my back earlier?" You show her the marker. "I made you more sensitive and made it so you would orgasm when I came inside you." Stacey rubbed her chin. "We might have to make that last one a permanent addition.:

In response, your flagging cock struggled to get hard again, but only managed to get about halfway there. "Eager for another round?" Stacey asked, cocking an eyebrow at you. She reached forward and grabbed your head, then pulled you in for a kiss. You are stunned and let her pull you in. She intertwines your tongues, coating your lips and hers in saliva. Then suddenly, she breaks the connection and waves the marker in front of your face. She took it from you! "In all fairness," you say lamely, "You did sort of want to be treated like a toy." Stacey's expression becomes unreadable. "True." She replied, her eyes roaming all over your naked body. Then she smirked. You swallowed hard. Your cock continued hardening.