Jen continues her shopping spree.

Now Jen was somewhat dressed. It was all fetish gear made for anything but casual wear, and she already wondered why. It was so awesome!

"It's awesome and perfectly bearable! Why would anyone not want to lock them on?"

Jen rubbed over her new adjusted latex curves. Her waist was slimmer, yet not unnaturally squished, further accentuating her hips, all within the squeaky, shiny embrace. There was no fear of getting stuck, as there was no need to get out.

"You were right! It's so much easier that way. The stress is all gone for some reason."

Unbeknownst to Jen, her ever-rising trust in the voice's ideas pushed her mind beyond the point of reason. The point of no return. Now that trust was absolute.

"Our shopping trip is not over yet. Come forth and check what's hidden deeper in this wardrobe's shelves."

She turned back to the white island in the sea of whiteness, carefully stepped inside and dove deeper into the larger wooden shelves with her hands. Putting aside a pair of latex leggings, an intimidatingly heavy chastity plate with an absurdly looking bow on the front and a couple random cans of lubricant, she took out a pair of long smooth plastic sleeves with joints in the middle. Her actions were accurately following the orders, and the girl was sure they were essential as soon as these orders were given.

"Oh, these are for my arms!"

"An accurate guess. Put them on."

Jen turned the dolly arms around and found an opening. Sliding her right arm in so that the palm of her hand would be just outside of the sleeve, she joined the seams together easily with a series of snaps. The girl then tried to bend her dolly arm and found out that the joints were working smoothly and without a sound, but the strict fit did not allow sidewards bending. She could touch the top of her head just fine, but could not turn her palm towards her face.

"That's interesting. I'm buying!" — the second sleeve went on as well. Their color was bright white, but the paint was specifically made to reduce the shine from the many ceiling lamps. Of course, there were two keyholes in the joints now.

"Your new smooth arms look adorable. I like your progress. Please, continue."

"Anything to please you! You opened a new world to me!" — Jen's voice was trembling. Her voluntary entrapment in the Mall's goods, the weight that was only growing made her feel lighter. The more of her skin was underneath, the wetter it was in her pussy. The heated drops flowed down her thighs slowly, but getting it closer to the latex skirt would make them disappear, as if absorbed by the material.

The next piece on the shelf was a doll mask. It and the plastic arms were definitely parts of one set. The face expression on the plastic mask seemed neutral at first, but the way the lips were slightly opened and the barely noticeable strain in the cheeks... This was a face of a very horny doll. It also had a prominent space to get the entirety of Jen's pretty bob haircut through.

The girl immediately detached the back piece and covered her own face with the doll's. Only then she realized that there were soft and secure pockets for each of her face's features... and there were no eye holes.

"Awww, they forgot!" — Jen moved her hands to get the still-open mask off, but her arms' joints suddenly refused to bend and got stuck in a fully straight position.

"Don't worry, these are just design peculiarities made for a future doll's easier sibmission."

While Jen tried to get the mask off, it activated with a beep, and the halves shut together with ****. She could hear the keyhole uncovering itself right in the doll's cum-thirsty mouth.

"Mmmphuph!" — was all Jen could say through the mask that was holding her chin away from telling any secrets, and she did not hear even that since the ear pieces disabled her hearing as well. And, of course, she could not see.

It took one wrong step to trip and lean on the wrong wall. She did not hear the sensors' loud squeals, but could feel a collar getting a grip of her neck with no intention of releasing it. It was bolted to the wardrobe wall, too, so any pathetic resistance was futile.

"Just think of it as if you are attached to the box you will be sold in. Like a regular dolly doll."

Jen herself did not know that she wanted to become a doll, a playtoy. But the voice's advice was a law to her, so she kept standing against the wardrobe's wall. At one moment she thought she was transported somewhere (she was also put horizontally), but after that there was nothing for way too long. With no better position, with her feet still permanently high-heeled and with her hands permanently straightened, Jen fell asleep as she was.

ENDING #37