First, it’s fiction. Don’t take it seriously and don’t try this at home.
Second, it’s adult fiction. If you’re offended by adult fiction or too young to be reading it, then don’t read it.
Third, it’s my adult fiction. I retain all rights, though I would most likely give permission to repost it somewhere if I was asked.
Bubblegum
Life was looking pretty damned good for Michelle. She had only three months of high school left, she’d been accepted to Harvard School of Business, and she’d convinced daddy to buy her a Porsche for her 18th birthday.
School was out for the weekend and she was taking her new car for a drive with the top down. The wind was blowing in her hair, her favorite band was playing on the radio, she had her Ray-Bans on and she was feeling pretty good about herself when she spied little Lisa Hambridge walking home with her backpack slung over her shoulder, still in her school uniform. The geeky little bookworm had tried out for the Junior Varsity Cheerleading squad this last year, as if she’d had a shot, and Michelle had happily targeted her for quite a bit of fun over the last few months to remind her of her place.
Happily, the rain had stopped only a bit ago, so the street sides were still lined with water. She swerved as she went by and splashed Lisa with a wave of mud. Lisa squealed in shock and Michelle made sure Lisa could here her laughing as she drove by.
A few blocks down, she pulled into the parking lot by the Parker Building where her family lived. On the way to the door, she looked back to see Lisa still a few blocks back. Lisa’s family had moved into the same building last Summer, but they were on the second floor. Michelle and her family were in the penthouse. Just one more reason to remind the little nerd that she wasn’t in Michelle’s league.
She was briefly annoyed to see that there was construction going on. It looked like they were installing a new security door, set up like an airlock, one door and then another. They had doors like this at the school. You stepped through one and if you weren’t allowed there, the second door didn’t open for you.
She stepped through the first door, but the second door stayed locked. She just had time to gasp, “huh?” as she heard the first door click shut behind her, and suddenly lights came on and a computerized voice recording said “Welcome! You have entered a patented RubberBaby Slavetrap!”
“What?” she gasped, but the recording continued.
“I am your Trainer, and in five minutes or less, I’m going to convert you into a RubberBaby Fuck Toy! Welcome to the RubberBaby line of quality products!”
“I’m exempt...” she said in a panicky voice. “I’m exempt from slavery! I’ve paid my dues, I’m exempt!”
“In order to verify your identity, please place your hands in the yellow circles,” the Trainer told her. She spun and found the circles. She put her hands inside and felt leather restraints slide tight around her wrists.
“Hey!” she shouted angrily as the restraints shifted, pulling her arms out to the sides.
“Correction,” the Trainer said, “The yellow circles are not for identity verification. They are used to restrain you for the enslavement process.”
“Let me go!” she shouted, tugging on the restraints. “I’m exempt!”
“For identity verification, please state your full Social Ident number.”
“Four six one, three nine five four, two oh one six!”
“Michelle Tiernan, records verify that you are of slave-able age.”
Half a dozen robotic arms ending in buzz-saws popped out of the walls and the Trainer told her, “Your clothing will now be removed. Please do not struggle as the application of stitches will slow the conversion process.”
She squeaked in alarm as the buzz-saws whirred to life, attacking her clothing with efficiency. She stood stock still as the blades expertly shredded her clothing and watched as it was all swept away through a door by the floor. In mere moments, she was naked, bound, and on display for whoever walked by. As the buzz-saws withdrew, she kicked the walls of the booth and screamed, “God damnit, I’m exempt!”
“The liberal commie pinko laws in this country require us to give you thirty seconds to prove your exemption status,” the Trainer told her.
“NOW I get to prove my exemption status?”
“In order to streamline the conversion process, this opportunity will be given while we clean and depilate your body.” A hose and several brushes on robotic arms popped out of the walls. “Please speak your exemption passcode,” the Trainer told her as ice-cold water sprayed over her chest.
“Aaaaaaaaaah!!! HOLY JESUS!” she screamed as her chest tightened in shock.
“That passcode is not recognized,” the Trainer told her. “you have fifteen seconds to try again.”
“ASSHOLES!” she shouted, kicking the wall again.
“That passcode is not recognized. You have ten seconds to try again.”
She was shivering as several stiff brushes started scrubbing her. “Uh, p-p-passcode is T-tango-Sierra-one-niner-s-seven-Edward-Alpha... ummmm... Ch-ch-charlie!”
“Congratulations!” the Trainer exclaimed in a happy voice.
“Thank god,” she said, starting to relax.
“You have failed to prove your exemption status!”
“WHAT?”
“The happy life of a brainless bimbo fuck toy will soon be yours! Suck on this.” Another robotic arm dropped out of the ceiling and stuck a huge latex dildo in her mouth, wrapping a strap around her head and fastening it tight. She was muffled rather effectively and had to breath through her nose.
“Now that all the hair has been removed from your body, several pictures and laser scans will be taken, both to assess your value as a pleasure slave and to facilitate marketing. Please smile.” Several camera flashes lit up the booth in front, to either side and behind her.
“Mmmph!” she tried to shout in frustration and anger, but it was no good, so she kicked at the camera in front of her instead. It only waited until she put her foot down and took another picture.
“Our scans have rated you as a ‘Grade-B’ slave.”
“Whaaaa?” She shouted through the muzzle.
“Your Suggested Retail Price is $69.99,” the Trainer told her.
“Huck hoo!” She screamed and kicked the booth again.
Right then Linda, still splattered in mud, came around the corner and saw her there in the trap. Her eyes went wide, looking over the machine as she stepped closer.
“Hinn-daaa!” she screamed in desperation. “Heeelllp!”
An arm came down and attached a rubber hose to a hole in her dildo gag, and the Trainer said, “In order to facilitate your mental conditioning for a life of giggly happy brainlessness, an artificial cum will now pumped down your throat. Please do not spit up. It’s rude.”
Linda, who had been studying the machine, reached off to the side of the doors where Michelle couldn’t see. There was a ‘beep,’ and the Trainer said, “The conversion process has been paused.”
Michelle giggled in relief. “Hank hoo!” she said.
And then Linda pulled out a credit card.
“Aaaaaaaaaaah!” Michelle screamed in disbelief as Linda swiped the card.
There was a hushed pause and the Trainer gleefully told Linda, “Approved! Congratulations on your purchase of a patented RubberBaby Fuck Toy!” Linda squealed and danced with joy, leaning her lips up against the glass in a kiss and giggled at Michelle in evil glee.
Michelle stared at her and kicked the doors of the booth. “Het mee hout, hoo bish!”
Linda grinned wide and gave her the finger as the Trainer told her, “Because of your early purchase, you have several customization options available to you.” Linda made an ‘ooo’ face, dropping her backpack to the ground and studying what must have been a display off to one side of the doors. “What color would you like your RubberBaby Fuck Toy’s permanent latex coating to be?”
Linda scrolled up and down and finally tapped. “You have chosen Bubblegum Pink,” the Trainer said.
“Eeeeew!” Michelle screamed indignantly, kicking the doors.
“Please take your time and peruse the remaining customization options to be sure your RubberBaby Fuck Toy is the right one for you.”
Linda scrolled through the options like a kid in a candy store while Michelle shouted and kicked the booth doors repeatedly. After several minutes, Linda stood with a smug grin and the Trainer told her, “You have chosen the following options: Puppygirl Training, Pussy Addiction, Humiliation Fetish, Tongue Stud, Clit Ring, and Breast Reduction.”
“Whaaa?” Michelle screamed at that last one, kicking at the doors. “Hoo Bish! Heave my boobs hout of zis!”
Linda grinned evilly at her and the Trainer told her, “Your customization choices suggest that you may also like a new product that can be added at a minimal charge. Would you like to upgrade your new RubberBaby PleasurePuppy with Squeaky-Boobs?”
“YEEEEEEEES!!!” Linda screamed in delight, stabbing her thumb at the console. She threw her head back and laughed, bouncing up and down in joy as Michelle watched, fuming in anger.
“Please enter a new name for your RubberBaby PleasurePuppy,” the Trainer asked, and when Linda had typed it in it confirmed, “Your new RubberBaby PleasurePuppy will now be known as Bubblegum.”
Michelle gave one more tired kick, whimpering in defeat as the Trainer said, “The conversion process will now resume. In order to begin the mental conditioning that will render her a happy brainless bimbo, we will now administer an artificial cum that will wipe her mind clean. You have the choice of five flavors: Vanilla, Chocolate, Strawberry Banana, Salty Monkey, or Dead Fish.”
Linda bit her lip, smiling at Michelle while Michelle stood glowering at her and shed angry frustrated tears. After a moment, she reached out and tapped the console. “You have chosen Chocolate,” the Trainer said. Linda looked back at her and shrugged.
A thick, sticky chocolate cream began spurting out of her dildo gag onto the back of Michelle’s tongue and down her throat. She tried not to swallow it, but there was too much of it. She relaxed in moments, forgetting why she had been so angry, and soon she felt like giggling from the happiness that was welling up from her belly in warm squirts of sticky joy. Somehow, that scared her just a little, but soon that fear washed away and she drank down her gooey medicine lovingly.
“Your RubberBaby PleasurePuppy will soon be complete,” the Trainer told Linda. “The reduction of her breasts and subsequent installation of her Squeaky-Boob implants will slow the conversion process, but rest assured that Bubblegum the PleasurePuppy will be ready to go in just ten minutes.”
Linda watched with eager anticipation as a pair of headphones was lowered over her new puppy’s ears to begin programming her. To pass the time, she flipped through the console’s on-board catalog of dildos and anal toys.
Two weeks later, life was looking pretty good for Bubblegum. Mistress was celebrating her Sweet Sixteen by pounding Bubblegum doggie-style with a huge double-ended dildo while Bubblegum ate out all of Mistress’s friend’s pussies, one by one. Owning Bubblegum had made Mistress very popular, and there was a long line of hot young pussies waiting to get licked, which made Bubblegum very happy. She hoped they were allowed to come back for seconds when she was done with them all.
Casey’s smooth freckled pussy shuddered in orgasm as Casey moaned. Bubblegum smiled in pride, rubbing her face in the wet quim, smearing the liquid joy all over before Casey stood, kissed Tenisha, the next girl in line, and stripped her out of her pants.
While Bubblegum waited, she pressed her boobs to the floor, letting the rocking motions of the amazing pussy-pounding Mistress was giving her bounce them on the carpet so they squeaked for Mistress. As Tenisha lowered her short-trimmed caramel-colored pussy into the chair, Bubblegum heard Mistress laugh and she knew she was loved.