Try the machine.

Jen did not need to be asked twice. She covered the carpeted catwalk vigorously, warming herself up so hard that it was becoming tough to not think of where this was going.

The entrance into the cylindrical apparatus was wide open, but the girl decided to pay attention to the touch screen that was right nearby first. It contained some settings with very vague descriptions of them.

"Combine" — Yes/No

"Combine what with what?"

"You plus mannequin. Equals heart. I suggest you press 'Yes'." — the voice was whispering voluptuously. Jen pressed 'Yes' immediately just to keep herself as close to the edge as she could in this brief moment.

"Joints" — Yes/No

"I'm not old or anything, am I? My joints are fine, no, thanks!" — she pressed 'No'. — "Can we seal the deal already, please?"

"Seal" — Yes/No

"Why thank you." — She was emotionally very far from the gentle smile painted on her face and banged on 'Yes' in hopes of changing that in a couple minutes. As soon as the girl passed through the door, it closed, which was within her expectations.

"Thank you for choosing our product! Please, stand still in the middle of the field for best experience." — a calm female voice said from above Jen.

The cylindrical room around her was transparent, but she could see her reflection.

"Strike a pose, like all these other mannequins. You got some competition, so play to your advantages."

Jen watched herself as she stood proudly, hands on her hips, shoulders back, breasts forward.

"Yes. My advantages... Damn I'm good. Imagine immortalizing it in a mannequin."

"That's what's happening, sweetheart."

"Well, that's not forever, is it? I'm just gonna enjoy myself for a while and then..."

The machine has finished the scanning, and a large monolith piece with the front half of her entire silhouette carved in it. She was terrified when it enveloped her fully, joining with the back half that rose behind her at the same time. Surprisingly, she could breathe just fine, and the whole cast was not especially tight over her, perhaps for the sake of not pinching off an accidentally moved finger.

"Please, stay calm as we finalize your shape."

Combined with her newfound worries, Jen felt her adrenaline level rising along with her arousal upon hearing the word 'finalize'.

"Aww no, I'll be a mannequin for the rest of my life! And I'm so proud of it!"

She felt every inch of her body being compressed and heated up. So close to blowing up, but holding it in for just a second more...

"Option Seal — Yes. 4 keyholes detected. Applying the Sealers..."

"This mask is a part of you now. Forever. As are your heels, as is your dildo."

"MPMPHPHPHHUHWWW!!" — Jen strained her entire body as the unstoppable **** struck the immovable object, because moving was no longer possible inside her shell.

"Option Joints — No. Possibility of adjusting the position will not be added. Option Combine — Yes. The process of merging between the products will commence shortly."

In a matter of seconds, Jen could see again. Her mask has bonded with the rest of her plastic suit seamlessly and irreversibly, and her pose with her hands on her hips was final.

As the girl struggled to regain her breath after the orgasm, the machine carried her out and put the new mannequin on a tiny round pedestal, making her just another mannequin in the shop, with her cute kigurumi head and the permanently attached shoes as the only distinguishers.

"Reduced to a statue, completely helpless. I think you are better this way. You truly enhance this place with your beauty."

At least she could still see what was outside through her lenses. After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, Jen saw some other person enter.

She was dressed in a pair of sneakers that were slightly adjusted to have 6 inch heels attached to them at all times. Her leather pants were extremely tight over her slender legs and had a massive belt keeping them on her waist. A latex one-piece swimsuit accentuated her prominent breasts, while its lower part was sucked underneath the leggings. A pair of steel bracelets occupied her wrists. Finally, her ears were covered by a headset. The girl gasped as she saw keyholes on each of her clothing pieces.

"DON'T GO INTO THE MACHINE! STOP!" — Jen thought she said, but in reality it was a barely audible "MmphumphmmmMMmhm!"

That girl could not hear her. Her long brown hair was swaying to the music. She gazed at several mannequins and, blessed by the gentle smile of the kigurumi face, went deeper inside and out of Jen's sight.

"Nawwww... If she at least went up to me, I could have breathed at her and let her know I'm there..."

"Combine — no, joints — yes, seal — no." — the girl in the headphones said. Jen closed her eyes and trembled, feeling uneasy at the sound of the trap closing. A few minutes later this girl would join her. How many more were coming to become mannequins as well?!

ENDING #49