One Million Dollar Contest

Luiza was frustrated. Her Only Fans account was growing fast, and had been hovering right around a million dollar earnings for nearly six months. But she just couldn’t get over that hurdle to one million. She was a flexi-human, which meant that her body was afflicted with the odd ability to deform and deflate almost like she was made of rubber, or clay would actually be a more accurate description.

At first, her Only Fans was based on that. She would make full use of her flexible body to get attention, flattening part of her, inflating part of her and so on. But the market was so saturated with other flexi-human creators that she wasn’t finding any success. And to be frank, the others were way more hardcore than she was, doing far more sexual things with their flexible body.

So Luiza started over, focusing on the fact that she was a thick Latina and not even mentioning that she was a Flexi-human at all. She even deleted her old account, trying to bury the fact that she made flexi content, fearing that her fans would abandon her upon finding out that jumped on the bandwagon of making flexi content.

She struggled to find out how exactly to break that one million barrier. She tried a ton of different ways to get more people to join, but simply couldn’t both keep people subscribed AND get more subscribers at the same time.

After long deliberation, she decided to break the only rule she had when she started Only Fans. She offered a chance to win an in-person date with her for those who were subscribed to her highest tier. She figured this would help convince people to move up and help her break that barrier. Luiza organized a give-away that anyone could enter by donating at least $200,000 to her account. Then she would award a date to a random entrant.

This was exactly the opportunity that Max had been waiting for. He had been following Luiza since her days doing flexi-human content. He was infatuated with her, completely obsessed from day one. And he was savvy with computers, so he already knew what city she lived in. He moved there in the hopes of running into her. He hated that she stopped doing her flexible content but loved her so much that he still followed everything she made.

So of course Max put his hat in the ring. But he did better than that, he knew Only Fans well, and more importantly, he knew the other apps that integrate into it. So he knew how to game the system so that his entry was selected. There was a specific number sequence that would trick the system into selecting that entry. So Max made sure he donated exactly that amount of money so his entry would be picked.

At the end of the contest, Luiza announced the winner: Max. He could barely contain his excitement at getting to meet her in person. But he had more in mind than simply meeting her. As a winner of the contest, Max got to choose the dinner venue and one other activity, as long as it was in public. Luiza, like all smart sex workers, was apprehensive about meeting her fans in person, so keeping their date in public spaces would keep her safe.

The restaurant he picked was nothing special, but it was the activity afterward where he laid his plan. It was a Mini Golf place on the outskirts of town. Luiza was at first apprehensive about accepting it. That part of town was pretty sparsely populated, but she figured it was public enough.

Dinner went well enough, if slightly awkward, Max’s obsession was pretty clearly on display. Even through that, Luiza was able to enjoy herself. After dinner came the Mini Golf place, which at first was also enjoyable, a pleasant, American West-themed golf course. What Luiza didn’t realize was that the fifth hole was themed after a gold mine, and as such the entire hole was inside of a structure almost like a covered bridge. Leaning up against the inside of the entrance was a large slab of wood meant to represent the door to the mine that had been broken off and tossed aside.

So as Luiza was lining up to tee off, Max stepped behind the door and threw it as hard as he could toward her, toppling the heavy wood panel toward the Only Fans model. Her nature as a flexi-human protected her from being hurt, instead rendering her flat under the weight. Max moved quickly, his hands shaking that his plan was coming to fruition. He shifted the large door off her, putting it carefully back up where he found it.

On the ground where the door had been was Luiza. She was pressed flat against the ground, her clothes split by her sudden expansion outward. Her skin was visible through the ripped fabric. Max took a moment to admire her before leaning down and peeling her up off the floor.

Luiza looked up at him in terror. This was exactly what she feared as an online sex worker. Not necessarily being flattened at a Mini Golf course, she didn’t ever see that coming. But the idea of a crazed fan doing something crazy and incredibly inappropriate. Max went from an annoying, awkward fan to a sexual predator in a moment.

The look on his face was terrifying. The small smile, the air of superiority, the smugness worn across his face… This was a planned attack, something he prepared ahead of time.

The moment passed and Max reached down, peeling her off the ground in a quick motion of a man on the clock. Luiza’s clothes were ripped and started to fall off her body as he lifted her. In a quick, almost frantic movement, he ripped off her clothes, leaving only her bra and panties sort of intact. Tossing her clothes aside for a moment, Max rolled the flattened model up like a poster. Her face was on the inside, rolled against her body in an awkward, hot bundle.

While she couldn’t see, Max collected her clothes and shoved them down into one of the trash cans on the course, just beside the mine-themed hole. The next time she could see anything, she was in an apartment, presumably, Max’s apartment. He rolled her out onto what must have been his dining room table.

When Luiza got a look at him, he had a different look. Still satisfied with himself, but far more focused now, like he had a mission to accomplish. He disappeared from Luiza’s view and reappeared with a pair of scissors, which he used to cut the strap of her bra on her left shoulder. A shudder ran through her as her chest was about to be exposed to the open air. Though Max didn’t slow down, he clipped the other shoulder, then lowered his tool to the center of his chest, snipping the bra between her flattened chest. Her distended body was pulling hard on her remaining clothes, so cutting the center caused the cups to launch off her body to either side.

She flushed with humiliation, almost so much so that she didn’t notice Max moving down toward her hips. He cut off her panties in the same manner, revealing her flattened, perfectly smooth pussy lips. A chill ran through her as he ran a finger across the skin of her hips. She quivered.

“I got something for you,” Max said, talking to her for the first time. “You see, I loved you when you made your Flexi-Human content. You were so… unique, so YOU. Now you do the vanilla stuff and it’s… boring. You sold out. You had something special, and you gave it up for mediocrity.”

Max just sort of trailed off and slipped away, out of view. He rummaged around, moving things and digging something out. Luiza was there staring at the ceiling, waiting and watching to see what he would come back with, terrified of what it would be. She tried desperately to reform herself, but she knew there was no way she could do it so fast. It would take her several days minimum to get herself reformed.

When he returned, he was holding something. It looked rubbery and was flesh colored. Whatever it was seemed formless, as it flopped around in his grasp.

“So I’m going to bring back your Flexi-Human content. Well kind of. You’ll be here with me using your gifts as they are meant to be used. He dropped the thing down next to her. Max picked her up off the table like she was a tablecloth. He started to massage her arms and legs, working them like he was kneading dough. It took her a while to realize what he was doing. But then she figured it out when both of her arms and both of her legs had basically disappeared. He rubbed them into the rest of her body, leaving her just as a flattened head and torso.

Then Max picked her up and brought her over to where he dropped that mass of rubber. As he lowered her down toward it, she finally realized what it was. It looked like a torso-and-head sex doll, but it was cut. There was an opening at the crotch, each side of the chest individually and  several holes in the face. The mouth was left intact, the ‘O’ shaped mouth ready for service, but the nose, and two eyes were cut out separately.

Max lowered her down and pushed her into the sex doll through one of the holes in the chest. After a good amount of shifting and repositioning, Luiza found herself looking up through the holes in the face, her torso lined up with the chest and hips of the sex doll shell. Looking up at the inside of her new prison, she could see the tube built into the mouth. It too had been cut, so instead of being a condom-like sleeve, it was a short tube, only a few inches long. It would hold her mouth open by the teeth, but would otherwise leave the inside of her mouth as her own mouth. 

“I know it might take you a little while to… sort yourself out. But I can be patient. I’ll check on you every now and again, and let you settle into your new life.

And that’s what happened. Over the next few days, Luiza naturally started to regain her shape. Though her arms and legs never fully came back. And when they started to, Max was back to massage them again, leaving smooth skin at her shoulders and hips. When her head reformed almost fully, Max worked the tube between her teeth, forcing her mouth open in that same ready-to-please expression.

Her pussy grew into the gap cut in the sex doll, both of her tits popping out through the holes in the chest. The worst part was that the sex doll shell was a bit smaller than she was, so while she filled it out, three things happened. One, her bits stuck out a bit more than normal, her tits were larger and her pussy was a bit puffed up more than normal, making her look like she really was a sex doll. Two, since she wasn’t in her actual shape, that meant she wasn’t able to move or speak. And three, that tube in her mouth kept her lips apart, so even if she did have control over her body, she wouldn’t be able to speak anyway.

“See, this is what you should be, using your flexible talents to their fullest. You’re so unique and special, you should be using those talents,” Max explained, running a finger over Luiza’s body.

She could feel his hands on her even through the rubber. Her body was pressed so tightly against her prison that it almost became her skin. And when his fingers grazed over her inflated chest and pussy, the sensation was stronger than ever before, the nerves in her misshapen body rendered extra-sensative to the touch.

After a bit of slow exploration of her body, Max seemed to be suddenly gripped with an extreme urgency. He struggled to strip his clothes off without regard for their safety nor where they landed. Luiza watched it with a panic in her eyes. She knew what was coming. Before long, Max was fully naked, and he took a hold of her hips, pulling her to the edge of the table. Luiza couldn’t look down, but she could feel the heat of her captor.

And then she felt him against her lips. She yelped to herself, her partially compressed body prevented her from vocalizing her feelings. Max moaned as he pressed himself deep into her flexible body. Despite everything, Luiza felt good, Max’s hard shaft rubbing him in all the right places. Max started off slow, driving balls deep before pulling back, almost completely removing himself from her. It was tantalizing, Luiza’s mind begged him to pull out completely and spare her this humiliation. But another part of her, deep down, demanded that he give it to her harder.

As if he heard her thoughts, Max sped up, bouncing her back and forth on the table, her rubber back squeaking against the wood. Max grunted and sighed, the intensity of his new reality. He had been imaging this for so long, no day went by that he didn’t imagine this. The sex doll shell that now contained her had been in his closet in this form since he first discovered her. He was so intent on having Luiza that his eyes started to lose focus.

Max grew harder inside Luiza, his excitement at finally achieving his fantasy translating through his cock. Luiza was bounced roughly, like Max was trying to hurt her. Luckily, in her flexible form, she was immune to permanent damage. It was a rough experience, but his excitement didn’t allow for longevity. After what felt like forever, but was in truth only five minutes at most, Max grunted, his pace slowing as he deposited his seed deep into her.

Just like her motion control and her nervous system, her reproductive system didn’t function normally while in less-than-full shape, so no matter how many times Max came inside of her, she would never bear his child like this. She was his sex toy, nothing more.

Max looked down at her as he pulled himself out. He heaved a sigh, smiled to himself and turned away. Luiza just stared up at the ceiling, wondering how she ended up in this predicament. And as he walked away, she couldn’t help but wonder what the next encounter with him would be like…