Sorority Experience: Chapter 12, Hope Squashed

The shock of what just happened was still sinking in. I had actually been turned into a female sexdoll and fucked by a random man in front of everyone. And the worst part was that I had to watch the other men walk away. They were transformed for less than two hours, and I’ve been subjected to this… what was it now? Nearly a week? A week of constantly tormented and teased by my sadistic ex-girlfriend, Brooke.

I didn’t even know where Carley was, though I was sure my girlfriend was around somewhere, and I hoped that she was just as outraged by what happened to me. I tried to find her in the crowd, but in my human-shaped form, my field of vision was locked forward, up into the sky and I couldn’t get a good look at my surroundings.

Brooked moved into my line of sight above me. She smiled down with that sadistic smile. By now every bit of rage that I held toward her was gone, worn out from the constant use and abuse. At this point, all that was left was terror.

Was I ever going to get free of this? My only hope was Carley somehow wresting me away from Brooke and somehow transforming me back to my human form. I knew the Transform-It app only worked when the phone camera could see the target, so if Carley was to escape from Brooke, she might be able to appeal to the company to undo the transformation.

But before I could think on that any further, I was lifted and carried, my head and view aimed at the ground. I watched as grass moved underneath me, then a patio, then the interior of the sorority house. I don’t know where Brooke was taking me, but we seemed to be moving quickly.

When I was finally taken into what looked like a bedroom, I was tossed down onto an air mattress, propped up against the wall, giving me a good look at the room. Brooke stood over me, her expression clearly loosened with alcohol from the party that just ended.

“Brooke!” Carley stepped into the threshold of the door and shouted, anger evident in her voice. Finally it seemed like she had been pushed to a point of trying to rescue me from this hell. “This has gone too far!”

“What ever could you mean?” Brooke responded with a smug smile, clearly not worried about this confrontation at all.

“You told me Nick would only have to stay transformed for the trip here!” Carley snarled, I had never seen this side of her, but it gave me hope for my future. “But then he had to stay transformed because you ‘didn’t know’ about the no-man-in-the-house rule. But you knew about that rule the whole time, didn’t you? You used that as an excuse to keep him transformed didn’t you? So you could fuck with him and torture him!?” By the time she finished, she was shouting at full volume.

“Oh come on, we were just having some fun, it’s no big deal!” Brooke dismissed.

“Turning him into a… into a sex doll and fucking him was not ‘no big deal!’” Carley shot back, clearly embarrassed when she talked about what happened to me. “Turn him back NOW! I don’t even care if I can’t join Zeta! This ends now!”

Brooke paused for a moment. Up until now, Brooke had carefully hidden her previous relationship to me, and was playing off this whole experience as something way more casual than the purposeful torture that it was.

“No,” she finally responded, any hint of joviality falling away from her face. “No, I will be keeping my asshole ex-boyfriend as my own personal toy, to use and abuse exactly how I choose, when I choose.”

So the veil was down now. Brooke revealed herself as the crazy bitch that she was. To say that I was tense would be the biggest understatement I’ve ever uttered. I didn’t have any muscles like this, but it felt like I was tightening my entire body. I watched the exchange with rapt attention, hoping that Carley will finally get me back from this woman and restore me to my human body.

“What…?” Carley started, then realization came over her face. “So YOU’RE his crazy ex? The one he told me about? And you planned this! You’re sick!”

“Well I didn’t plan it, exactly, but when you walked in with him transformed into your necklace, I had to take advantage of that opportunity,”Brooke crossed her arms over her chest. “Nevertheless, Nick stays with me, and you get to fuck off. No Zeta chapter will have you now…”

“Give. Him. Back!” Carley shouted, taking a step toward Brooke.

Brooke just casually pulled her phone from her dress pocket and tapped through it.

“If you take one step closer, I’ll force-delete his data from the Transform-It,” Brooke responded coldly. “Then he’ll never be anything more than a blow-up fuck doll. Maybe I’ll donate him to the fraternity down the street…”

A cold shiver ran through me. She would do it, I knew that much. That would be the worst fate I could think of.

“Fuck you!” Carley shouted and rushed at Brooke, reaching for her phone.

Brooke was so taken aback, that she couldn’t follow through on her threat. She gave a shout and stepped back, trying to get away from my crazed girlfriend. Carley reached for her phone with both hands, but wasn’t able to get a grip on it. Instead, it launched out of Brooke’s hand and flew across the room, landing right in front of my face. I looked down at the screen, seeing that the Transform-It app was open. There it was, my freedom so close and yet it couldn’t have been further away.

But that didn’t keep my attention for long, above me, Carly and Brooke had each other by the hands and wrists, and were fighting for control. Carley’s right hand broke free of Brooke’s hold and she lunged toward me, trying to get the phone. Brooke responded by throwing her body against Carley, sending them both falling down to the ground. They wrestled on the ground, an awkward mess of limbs. They grunted and swore, occasionally yelping in pain as they struggled for the upper hand.

As they fought, I cheered Carley on desperately, needing her to get the better of Brooke. If she could get a hold of the phone, even for a second, then I could finally be free of this hell. Carley and I could get away from her for good and finally get back on with our lives.

Suddenly, Zoey appeared in the doorway, the redhead quickly taking stock of what was happening. After a moment, she rushed over toward the bed. Zoey’s hand reached toward the phone in front of me, the screen of which had gone dark as the phone locked itself. I screamed in my mind, trying to will myself to overcome the transformation and lift my hand up to grab the phone away from my crazy ex’s friend. It got to a point that I almost felt that I was actually moving, but I knew that was impossible.

Despite my best efforts, Zoey snatched up the phone. My brain shouted in despair, seeing my hope actively being ripped away. Maybe Carley could still get the upper hand, it’s not over yet. If I still had hair on my body, it would all be standing on end.

Suddenly Carley sat upright, apparently getting free of Brooke for a moment. Hope surged inside of me. Come on, Carley, get the phone! Come on! You can do it! Carley looked at me with a satisfied look, but her skin went pale when she saw Zoey standing over them with the phone in hand.

“No!” Carley shouted, reaching toward Zoey and nearly falling back to the floor in the process. Brooke too came up into view, further from Zoey than Carley was.

Zoey tapped through the phone in a panic and aimed it at the fighting girls. In a moment, both Brooke and Carley changed. Their skin crawled and shifted, taking on a shiny, fake look. A chill ran through me when I realized what happened.

My last hope had finally fallen flat on its face. Zoey had transformed Carley, and Brooke, into inflatable sex dolls just like I was. Carley… she had been transformed… The reality of that hit me like a truck. She was transformed… There was no one to help me…

Zoey heaved a sigh and stepped forward, separating the two sex dolls on the floor and aiming the phone at the Brooke doll. A moment later, Brooke was human again and stepping to her feet.

“Thanks, Zoey,” Brooke said with a sigh. “I owe you one.”

“Yeah, sorry I transformed you too,” Zoey responded, handing Brooke’s phone back to her. “I thought it best to just change you both, I could always restore you…”

“Makes sense,” Brooke agreed with a smile.

Watching these two was horrifying. Any pretense in their cruelty was likely to disappear. They didn’t have to be careful anymore, there was no one who cared about what happened to me.

“So what do you plan to do with her then?” Zoey leaned down and picked up the Carley doll.

“Not sure, maybe keep her as is? Give her to the frat down the road?” Brooke started, clearly enjoying teasing us both. “No wait, I had an idea…”

Brooke tapped on the phone and aimed it at Carley. Zoey gave a shout and tossed her onto the bed.

“Watch where you’re aiming that thing!” Zoey playfully snapped.

Brooke laughed and hit the button, I watched Carley shift and shrink, finally ending up as a pink dildo.

“Oh, haha, let the girls have their fun with her?” Zoey laughed.

“Nah, just joking, but what about this?” Brooke tapped the screen again and Carley changed again, this time ending as an ordinary looking saucepan.

“Oh interesting, something useful I guess, huh?”

“Nah, kind of boring. Though the thought of her burning up is kind of funny…”

Brooke changed her again, this time into a welcome mat. I knew what it was like to be changed this many times rapidly. I felt bad for Carley, knowing that her mind was spinning. It’s possible that she didn’t even realize what she had been transformed into by now.

“That’s interesting, let her get stepped on constantly… Ooh, let me see actually, I want to try something…” Zoey said excitedly.

Brooke handed over the phone and Zoey tapped through, changing Carley into a purple beach towel with ‘Carley’ embroidered into it. Both of the girls shared a laugh at the irony of it.

“Though if she is going to be cloth, let me do something more practical,” Zoey said and changed her again, this time leaving her as a red dress.

“Oh, can you imagine that? Having a programmable dress?” Brooke picked up Carley and held her against her body. The short skirt of her transformed body fell just above Brooke’s knees. “Whadda think? Would this look good on me?”

“You know, I think she would look better in purple…” Zoey tapped again, and Carley’s body shifted to a deep purple color. “Hmm, not slinky enough…” Zoey changed her again, lowering the neckline and turning the small sleeves into spaghetti straps.

I hated watching this. I could guess what the effect of so many changes was having on Carley’s mind. It would be a miracle if she was able to form a cogent thought at this point. I hoped and prayed that they would have mercy on her, but I didn’t have any reason to expect that they would.

I watched as they changed the dress that was my girlfriend four more times, again altering her color and fit.

“Well that was fun, but I really don’t want a dress, what do you think we should make her?” Brooke asked, clearly getting bored of tormenting Carley. She tossed the dress-girl onto the bed right in front of me. If I had control of my arms, I could have reached out and touched her.

“I don’t know, maybe a sports bra?” Zoey said nonchalantly. “The humiliation of clothing with the extra disgust of sweat?”

Having been transformed into a swimsuit, I knew what that would mean for her. Not only was Zoey exactly correct, but the pain of trying to hold a bouncing set of tits would make it all that much worse. I hoped Brooke would pick something else, or even better, decide that the game was over and restore her.

“Yeah sure, I’m still kind of drunk and don’t want to think about it anymore,” Brooke dismissed her with a wave, clearly already over it.

Zoey tapped through the app and Carley shifted, turning into an olive drab colored sports bra.

“Is that… is that bra Carley?” I turned to see Hannah standing in the door, looking down on my girlfriend.

“Yup,” Brooke confirmed. “She tried to rescue Nick, so…”

“Has anyone claimed her? I really could use a new sports bra if I’m being honest…” Hannah asked.

“She’s yours, I don’t really care,” Brooke waved her off.

“Sweet!” Hannah stepped forward, and with a swift motion, pulled her dress off over her head, baring her chest and leaving her in just a pair of panties. Even though I knew what was happening, I couldn’t help but feel a flush of arousal seeing the topless woman. Though that was quickly replaced with guilt at being aroused by my girlfriend’s soon-to-be tormentor.

She casually picked up Carley and pulled her down over her head. I watched in horror as Hannah’s toned muscles struggled to pull her down over her shoulders.

I grimaced watching her stretch and pull Carley’s body, knowing that must have been horrifyingly uncomfortable and disorienting for her. Finally, Hannah settled Carley over her chest, revealing a slit down the front of Carley’s bra body. The bra seemed a bit small for Hannah, which forced her tits into an impressive display of cleavage through the green stretchy fabric.

“Oh shit, it’s kind of small, but I LOVE what it does to my tits!” Hannah exclaimed, grabbing handfuls of her own chest to accentuate her point.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Brooke messing with her phone, not even watching what was happening.

“Well I’m glad you like it, because I just force-deleted Carley’s data,” Brooke said through a yawn. “I guess she joined Zeta after all.”

“So she’s trapped in this form forever?” Hannah asked with a chuckle.

“We'll, I'm sure we could send a report to the Transform-It app developers to get her restored… not that we’re going to…” Brooke responded. “She wasn’t exactly Zeta material.”

“Yeah, she’s more of a spandex material really…” Zoey said, eliciting a laugh from the girls.

A chill ran through my body. I don’t know what was worse, knowing that my girlfriend wasn’t going to do anything ever again except hold up Hannah’s tits, or the fact that there was now no one to help me escape my fate…