Note from LQ:  The following was sent to me by a faithful visitor to the Liquidsmooth Latex Library.  However, I am not 100% sure that it was written by the original 'Perils of Supergirl' author, Fast Fist despite the e-mail posted at the end.  Until I get a confirmation from him that he/she is the author, i shall keep it as a seperate story in the library.  ENJOY!
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The Perils of Supergirl 2

She would have to buy a whole new wardrobe of fetish garments now!

"Superhooker, we have good news and bad news. The good news is that we have
a potion
here to even up your breasts, but the bad news is that on top of the usual
fee, it
will cost you your arms - we must use the matter from those limbs to create
the larger
and more even breasts you're looking for" said her doctor as she milked him
dry for
the second time. He waited for her to finish as she slid her immense,
oversized lips
from his shaft and fought to speak clearly past the characteristic speech
impediment
that all the artificial fat-lipped girls had.

"thh..doo it now pleath! I want other changes too, one every six months.
They're all
listed on the papers in this envelope because I won' be able to speak or
write after
the first changes are applied and I get my new boobies. The clinic account
hathz been
credited with the appropriate amount to cover the ssspecial help I will
need around
the house."

The doctor refused - at first. She spent the night in his bed with her
velvety
toothless gums lovingly wrapped around his shaft while he slept. She
attended
enthusiastically to his morning urinary function. Finally he gave in and
Superhooker
was de-armed that very day.

Since she couldn't dress herself in her fetish clothing any more,
SuperHooker was
given a stasis collared and fully trained rubbermaid to take care of her
every need.
Using new Slavelink (tm) technology, the rubber-dipped maid would obey only
Linda's
mental commands.

The once-heroic bondage whore ordered that the arms be removed from half
her costumes.
The remainder of her costumes she would wear with a rubber torsolette
underneath that
provided her with two lifelike inflatable facsimiles of her original limbs.
She could
have had the glossy, air or water filled plastic arms permanently attached
to her
shoulders as she knew some of the other hookers had, but often she
preferred the
smooth shouldered look, as did many of her clients.

Superhooker looked appreciatively at her reflection in the mirror. Arms
would no
longer allow a break in the smooth line of curves as one's eyes travelled
from head to
toe. Her maid had dressed her in an armless blue, white, and red vlatex
catsuit that
cupped her skin from the tips of her toes to just below her nose. A
vertical zipper
ran snugly from her nostrils to her chin, keeping her orifice tightly
sealed. The
rubbermaid stepped forward and zipped open Linda's facial "fly" to reveal
her newly
installed mouth pussy.

Her oversized lips had been rotated until they were vertical and moulded to
be even on
each side. A fat, reddened platex clitoris was squeezed out of the top of
her puffy
folds just below her nose where her new gash began, almost like a little
fleshy beak.
But this beak was designed to be feeding on nothing but pure sperm from now
on. She
had requested her mouth become an exact duplicate of her pussy and was
delighted with
the results, even if the orifice was a little oversized for her face. Deep
inside, a
trapped Supergrrl begged her alter ego to stop before it was too late to
reverse the
changes, but to no avail. Superhooker WAS Supergrrl, and she deliberately
flicked her
tongue back and forth over her exposed second clitoris, forcing yet another
orgasm on
the big-breasted and armless heroine. Supergrrl was trapped in a
nightmarish whore's
world that she herself had asked for!

Superhooker gave up on PVC and started wearing only rubber clothing on the
streets.
She found she couldn't stand being away from the mesmerising stretchy
material for a
whole night. One of her favourites at the time was a deep blue metallic
catsuit with
heavy, built-in fake arms that hung uselessly yet naturally by her sides.
The attached
hood left just her eyes free, covering the rest of her head with the tight
burnished
fabric, seamless except for her standard facial fly zipper that could be
opened via a
large circular pull-ring dangling from just beneath her nose. She had a
very heavy
red rubber super-cape, emblazoned with her super symbol, draped over her
shoulders and
modest knee-high ballet boots on eight inch heels to complete her costume.

Her highly polished, fake cobalt arms matched her catsuit perfectly but
fooled nobody
and often the clients would take advantage of her enthusiastic hunger and
defenceless
body by making her give free blowjobs right there on the street, pushing
her down on
rubber clad knees. At least she was eating well, Superhooker mused to
herself as she
licked some sticky sperm from the insides of her re-sealed rubber fly
following one
such fellatio session. It annoyed her a little that there was still tasty
semen out
of reach. Indeed, big white globs of her food sat staring at her from the
top of her
massive rubber-clad tits and as she watched, it dribbled down to rest even
further
away on her shiny blue knee - her right limb that she could only see if she
twisted
her upper body to the left, moving her huge bosom out of the way.

Luckily for Superhooker, vlatex was better than teflon - it always stayed
flexible and
nothing dry could stay attached to it long especially with movement, and
within
minutes the mess caked and fell easily away, leaving her as fresh as
before.

During her next visit to the clinic, in accordance with her pre-specified
requirements, Superhooker had her lubricant reservoirs artificially
expanded and re-
routed so that every opening in her body would dribble pussy nectar when
she got
excited. Even her tear ducts! She had her anatomy modified to allow her
body to
produce up to half a litre of clear sticky girl-come. Sometimes when
trapped in her
most bizarre bondage rubber scenes she would come inside her tight vlatex
catsuit,
perhaps even coating the surprised customer in her slippery,
distinctive-smelling
fluid. She trained her Maid-linked servant to drink the full quantity of
her release
daily, even conditioning the feminine, rubberised creature to have an
overwhelming
desire for the thick fluid. Superhooker often had the tightly dressed
little maid
clean the lubricant off her rubber costume with her tongue.

Linda had given her directions well. She asked to have her clitoris and
labia pierced
as well. She found herself hoping with pathetic eagerness that her doctor
would bring
forward the schedule and do it immediately, which he agreed to after his
personal
fuck-faced bimbo spent only one night of masturbatory activities between
his legs.
She insisted on having her clit enlarged radically as well, getting five
small,
eyeleted piercings down each minor labia and six larger holes in the major
labia, each
smoothly set with unbreakable titanium eyelets.

She had large eyeleted piercings in her nasal septum and in her new tongue.
Her
adjusted licker was by itself a work of art. It had been lengthened
dramatically with
the addition of new muscles, allowing her to extend it almost a hand's
length from her
pussy mouth. The change included some internal modifications to Linda's
skull and jaw
to design her better for oral sex, continuing her mouth pussy into a fully
functional
throat sex. It didn't matter that her vocal chords served no other function
than
penile stimulation through vibration - she had not been able to speak at
all since her
face sex had been formed anyway. If her maid peeled her sex lips deeply
apart she
could see a second internal clitoris made from her enhanced tonsils, a
sensitive node
that would activate only when she gave head. A horrified Supergrrl realised
she would
never speak again.

Superhooker had been gradually turning herself into Zorelle's ideal image
of a
customised sex object, despite how much her old self objected. The pretty
creature was
finding it more difficult to resist the lusty controlling spell that the
Sorceress had
placed on her. It was impossible to return to her previous life. She was an
involuntary sex slut, yet flushing beneath her layers of bondage clothing
and
dribbling lubricant down her chin, she found herself helplessly loving her
vocation.
From her position as one of the most liked princesses in history she had
sunk one to
being one of the lowest paid street whores and bondage porn stars in the
kingdom -
excluding the subhuman creatures who did not get paid at all as they
performed in the
rubberbrothels that owned them.

Beneath the hooker facade, Supergrrl knew exactly what was going on but was
mentally
(and in the end physically) unable to stop selling her body for bondage
sex. She had
turned herself into an armless rubber doll, her mouth heavily modified for
blowing men,
her pussy and ass altered for one purpose. Sex.

--

A New Supergrrl Suit.

Her implants drained the last bit of energy she could summon to control her
muscles
and Supergrrl's arms slid from her lap to dangle at her sides yet again.
The new
vlatex skin that Zorelle had given her was so slippery that she was amazed
that she
could even sit in the chair without sliding to the floor, especially since
she was
totally naked, well, she LOOKED naked, at least but the ripples of light
reflecting
off her told other stories. It was the first time she had been unclothed
for a long
period in Zorelle's presence from the time she had been captured.

Linda had rubber skin. The hapless heroine looked like her naked body had
been oiled
and the replacement was perfect. She even had blonder latex around her
smooth pussy
where her pubic hair had been and a cap of blonde-hued latex over her
cueball-smooth
head. She looked at her fingers, fascinated by the splash of candlelight
that rippled
across the flesh-coloured yet shiny surface that was hers forever. Her
sensations
were amplified and she had already come twice by touching her juddering
nipples.

"Enjoy your freedom while it lasts Supergrrl" chuckled Zorelle as she
cupped both of
Linda's nipples with her gloved hands, forcing yet another orgasm. "Your
spell has
begun! Look at your hands!"

Sure enough, the long, graceful digits extending from her palms looked like
they
belonged to a pair of gloves that someone had just removed their hands from
- her
fingers were floppy but otherwise felt no different. Supergrrl stared at
her hands -
the inside workings of her fingers had been spirited away painlessly
leaving five
loose fingerlets to the palm. Her hands followed and then her arms until
she was
sitting with two useless vlatex arm skins dangling by her sides. Her toes
and feet
soon followed and within a minute she was just a rubberised torso supported
by a
chair, with what appeared to be empty rubber stockings and gloves attached
to it,
polished to a mirror sheen. Supergrrl's massive bust was taken next,
leaving her with
two bizarrely sagging bags of rubber hanging from her shiny chest. Zorelle
lifted one
easily to her mouth and rolled the nipple gently between her perfect teeth,
pushing
the degenerating heroine to yet another climax and proving that the poor
girl still
had all feeling. The Sorceress took the humiliation of Linda and her
deflated weather
balloon breasts a step further and sucked the nipple down past her tonsils.
Without
releasing the rubberised flesh she swallowed again and again, each time
pulling more
of Linda's mammary down her throat. Finally Zorelle's mouth had swallowed
as much as
it could and her lips met flush with the glossy rubber of the poor damsel's
torso.
She planted a wet kiss completely around the base of her captive breast
while Linda's
impervious nipple dangled and dipped in the roiling fluids of the evil
queen's
digestive tract. Zorelle began sucking on her teat very strongly, watching
her
helpless victim shudder in release after release as the spell changed the
torso as
well.

<SNIP!>

Zorelle held what remained of Supergrrl up in the mirror so she could see.
The
transformed girl would have gasped in terror if she still had lungs and a
voice box to
use but she could do nothing but stare at her rubberised future. Zorelle
was holding
what appeared to be a limp, deflated sex doll, albeit a very fetching one.
Everything
below the surface of her skin had been removed leaving a loose vlatex
membrane from
head to toe yet somehow she still retained all her senses and thought. She
could
feel the Sorceress grasping her shoulders and the warm air flowing over the
glossy
bags that had been her breasts but she was unable to move. She had no
muscles to move
with.

"There there - don't panic my dear. You're still quite alive and will be so
forever,
except that you will enjoy life from the perspective of a living outfit
hanging in my
wardrobe." Zorelle smiled, rotating the human catsuit around so she could
examine
every inch of the finely crafted female costume. The distorted Supergrrl
would fit
her larger frame easily because the latex would stretch like liquid to
accommodate
Zorelle's body.

"You'll even find your super strength returning now that your implants are
gone, but
your muscles are missing too so it won't be much use to you!"

Linda felt a hand at the back of her neck and a zipper was slid down to
just above
where her buttocks had been, creating a gaping split in her back and 
giving her the
bizarre feeling of air flowing inside her.

"In the names of the seven galaxies no!" SG swore silently to herself as
she realised
what was about to happen but Zorelle was right - all she could do was just
hang there
looking at her wax-polished and skinned self.

"Since the spell has finished, I believe it is safe to try on my new Super
Suit for
size." Zorelle dumped the heroine in a flaccid heap on the chair and
stripped naked
as her new costume watched with trepidation out of the corner of her eye.
Zorelle
caught sight of the roving eyes in the mirror and promptly flipped the head
face-down,
smothering the girl in her own latex folds. If the ever present rubbermaids
were
impressed by the revelation of their mistress's toned form they didn't show
it,
staring impassively at nothing and ever waiting for a command.

Lifting the folds of her captive in her arms Zorelle sat back on the chair
to feed her
toes into the opening and down the hollow legs. Linda could feel her
rubberised
thighs sliding easily up the Sorceress's legs and tried in vain to summon
some kind of
energy to stop her, even trying to utter a voiceless plea for mercy. It was
no use -
she was merely an inert piece of fetish clothing. Linda's buttocks slid up
to fit
snugly around her wearer and soon she was being worn to Zorelle's hips. The
Sorceress
slid her sex smoothly into the hollow pussy lips of the suit and adjusted
what had
once been Supergrrl's sphincter to curl intimately around her own. Her
captive
costume would feel every sensation she did, even toileting. Refraining from
inserting
her shoulders, the evil lady donned the arms next, quickly followed by the
head, which
was almost too small at the neck to squeeze her through, but the material
gave way
again and she managed it, aligning her facial features with that of her
living mask.
Once set correctly, the mask locked in place and blended to give a
realistic look to
any but the closest of inspections. Zorelle shrugged her shoulders in last
and stood
tall, stretching her terrified costume to cover her completely with a soft
pop of air.
She called a maid over to close the zipper and pirouetted about the mirror.
She
looked exactly like Supergrrl, and in a way, she _was_ Supergrrl. The zip
was
normally camouflaged from view, but Zorelle hid the tiny metal handle at
the back of
the neck by wearing a golden vlatex choker.

When Zorelle wasn't using her, which was often, for the Dark Queen had many
pursuits
to follow, Supergrrl was stored in a variety of ways. At first the
rubbermaids simply
folded her up in a little box with her face nestled impossibly in her bosom
and her
large breast skins folded over the back of her head. The box was stored
away in a
dark cupboard. Zorelle worried that constant doubling over of her captive
would lead
to creases and she began hanging Supergrrl up in a wardrobe with the other
human
costumes she had collected since she had experimented on the poor woman of
steel. She
would lovingly slide the limp shoulders of her favourite living costume
over a hanger
and zip the girl closed to the top of her neck, effectively trapping her on
the
hanger.

As an afterthought she installed a faint light and a mirror on the floor at
an angle
inside the wardrobe so that the victims with their slightly tilted-forward
heads would
have to look at themselves continuously if they were hung the correct
way....and they
always were. Zorelle had many ladies stored away in this fashion, and could
use them
as a disguise. As a rubber catsuit, Supergrrl was unable to even twitch as
she hung
helplessly on her hanger in the wardrobe. As a warm breeze blew through the
slats in
the door of the claustrophobic cupboard, Supergrrl's slick nipples brushed
erotically
against the gleaming teats of the latex Catsuit Girl who hung facing her.
There were
so many female catsuits in the cupboard now that they were almost pressed
together.

Zorelle especially loved wearing one of them to bed on a cold night instead
of her
latex sleepwear. The Supergrrl suit always remained her favourite. She
reclaimed one
of her mannequinned lacquer girls from a bondage clothing workshop and
dressed it in
Supergrrl in a corner of her bedroom whenever she wasn't using her.
Supergrrl even
found herself being worn by a rubber hooker on the streets for a month,
begging for
any depraved rubber bondage session she could get. She could do nothing -
she was
only a suit.

One day, just for the fun of it Zorelle removed Linda from her hanger and
took her
outside to the courtyard. In a burst of spell Linda felt her pussy and butt
seal
closed along with her mouth and nostrils. She couldn't see what was going
on behind
her but she could feel something being attached to the back if her neck. A
hiss of
gas confirmed her suspicions as her lightweight body shell inflated to its
original
size. To an observer she would have looked the same as before she had been
turned
into the dreadful catsuit.

"You are attractive like this Supergrrl" chuckled Zorelle as she squeezed
the breasts
of her inflated doll and made the incarcerated woman shudder in mental
orgasm yet
again. "After this experiment I'm going to leave you like this for awhile,
perhaps
with some dildos to plug my dolly's holes....but first we have to see how
strong your
skin really is. Shall we continue?"

The hiss grew louder, and she felt her thighs begin a definite expansion,
the effect
creeping down her legs until it reached her calves. Zorelle squeezed her
arms around
Linda's buttocks. Her behind shrunk and with an odd whoosh her chest bulged
outward.

Zorelle kept an eye on the view as her old enemy's form swelled. The panic
in Linda's
eyes more than repaid past suffering as the dominatrix watched her expand.
Now it
appeared there were twin volleyballs adorning her chest and her body
stretched out
into a star shape. The captive princess of steel started to resemble some
obscenely
overinflated caricature of a woman, shaking and wobbling with every spurt
of gas.

Zorelle found herself being aroused by this forced expansion. Supergrrl's
physique
had always been better than hers and seeing the swollen immensity of the
girl's
stretched flesh appealed to the sorceress in a way she could not explain.
Her arms
became sausage-like and Zorelle noted with clinical curiosity that her
nipples had
either receded or been stretched too flat to be visible.

Her chest blew free in the breeze, seemingly constricted at the base to
give them an
almost spherical shape, twin spheres the size of large beachballs squashed
outwards by
pressure from each other. The odd thing was, they were in proportion to her
great
shoulders pressing up against her neck and her giant arms, puffed like tube
balloons.
Her tiny waist, each abdominal muscle clearly visible by their size, only
emphasized
the upper and lower hourglass shape.


"The pressure... Oh the pressure..." She thought to herself. A low moan was
the only
sign from Zorelle, who was fingering herself, the whistling hiss
underscoring
everything.

Zorelle stared in awe now, amazed at the impossible figure before her, twin
titanic
hemispheres of breast occluding her face, nearly caught by the rotund
buttocks above
the immense thighs and pelvis. She would have thought Supergrrl would be
soft to the
touch, but the shape her body was holding clearly indicated there was high
pressure in
there.

Her feet expanded suddenly to bulge immensely, pushing her off the ground
only to be
pulled down by her filling tube. Instead of landing on the ground however,
her
swollen shape bounced once, ponderously, on one foot and continued bouncing
slowly
like a rubber ball.

Inside the bulbous creature, Supergrrl was terrified. Her complete
helplessness
pushing the once completely in control woman to the brink.

The expansion apparently was not nearly complete, Zorelle decreed as her
rigidly
spread eagled victim continued to inflate. Now her waist had begun to
balloon,
matching the jutting bust and flaring hips. Her shoulders were so immense
that they
were pushing against her cheeks and chin. Only feet and fingers still
appeared semi-
normal and even these had fattened and were swelling, her hands rounding
and her feet
puffing.

Linda's eyes widened as her cheeks suddenly welled up, lips plumping to
make her face
larger than life.

And still she grew, her skin still highly reflective. Her nipples were long
since
invisible now, spread over too wide an area. Her legs and arms were being
absorbed
into the immense globularity of her torso. Zorelle reached up and put a
hand against
Linda's flank, feeling a taut warm surface, somewhat akin to touching an
overinflated
balloon. She rolled her across the cobblestones, marvelling at the
incredible ease
she could be moved. At last she closed off the gas, leaving Supergrrl in a
nearly
spherical shape, her rubbery skin blown up around her face and her barely
visible
hands and feet.

Zorelle kissed Linda's rounded lips and rolled the massive human ball over
so she
could nibble gently on the presented clitoris that had expanded to a
hand-sized bump.

"Wow! I really excelled myself on your conversion spell. Your skin fabric
is really
strong! I'll leave you out here for a few days - you are after all
waterproof. It's
a pity you don't still have lungs like the first one did." She motioned to
a large
black ball gleaming silently in the far corner of the courtyard. "The
process cuts
off a lot of air to the victim, something to do with pressure on the lungs
I'm told.
If you listen carefully you can still hear her constant panting even if her
speech cut
out a long time ago. Her last words were tiny whispers - she gasped
out...". Zorelle
put on a tiny, mimicking voice. "....what have you done to me?".

"Fiery Suns! What has she done to me?" The expanded heroine silently
berated herself
yet again, her mind spinning. As if reading her mind Zorelle answered.
"Why, silly,
you're a balloon. The longer we leave you like this the more your
overstressed skin
gets used to being stretched". Zorelle tapped a bulbous nipple and listened
to the
dull vibration. "When and if we deflate you in a couple of weeks, your body
will take
months to return to its original dimensions, if it does at all. We have a
very large
Amazon slave girl slated to wear you next, double your size in every way.
You will
shrink around her, quite enjoyably for you but not so much fun for her - I
assure you,
due to the spell she is under, she masturbates through her folds of flesh
almost all
day!"

--

Because she wasn't getting paid as much as she used to, RubberHooker
started borrowing
money from the only credit corporation that would lend to street walkers, a
shady
organisation called BrothelBank. If debtors missed a repayment they could
be assured
that the repayment truck would come looking for them to _make_ them repay
in some way.
The vehicle was a huge multi-wheelbase rig that had its own auto-do cubicle
and
storage rooms in the back. After two missed repayments, the ominous black
truck and
its strong Amazon guards picked her up from a corner.

Inside the truck she was zipped from the toes to a very high collar into a
translucent
sheath made from baby blue plastic. Creaking softly, she was buckled down
with straps
of the same material into a plush, comfortable chair. She could see all
proceedings
but not participate. A matching clear hood was snapped over her smooth head
and laced
tight down the back.

"Superhooker, under section 138 of the loan agreement you signed, we are
requisitioning you to force you to repay your debt. Until your loan is
repaid, your
body and soul will be leased to RubberBrothel inc and by law you forfeit
all status or
rights as a human being during that period. Your debt will of course be
indexed at
the normal 28% interest rate."

The plastic wrapped woman slumped in resignation as the debt collector
moved to a
terminal and pressed a button. Rubberbrothel employees earned so little she
would not
even be able to cover her interest each month let alone repay her debt. She
would be
in the rubber brothel for ever.

"We have already collected your useful belongings". Superhooker looked at
the display
to see a shiny black wriggling pod hanging from a hook in the storage
facility,
emblazoned with the serial number of her maid. The pod with womanly curves
tapered to
a point at the top and bottom, and a single, opaque tube entered the top.
The
Collector spoke at the monitor.

"Seal". As she watched the featureless pod became bulbous as it was filled
with
instantly setting latex, hardening around the occupant within as all
movement ceased
leaving a gently pulsing pod dangling with the others that it now matched.

"Your property will remain in storage of some kind until you have repaid
your debt to
us"

One of the pods beside her maid was marked with white writing - "WIFE" and
had a pair
of black rubberised arms and legs protruding uselessly from the sides even
though no
head shape or form was evident. Every now and again the hands would try to
find
something to grip on the slippery material, scrabbling around on the
seamless curve
where its bosom should have been - now compressed into two long waves in
the pod.

A silver dipped bimbo sat beside Rubberhooker, her vlatex curves bound in
the same
style of baby blue plastic tube suit that the streetwalker wore. As the
attractive
creature stared dazedly at the wife pod effigy on the big screen, the
Collector spoke
up.

"Mr Smith, you made a big mistake crossing us. Remember your wife as you
see her now
- this is how she will be stored until you have repaid the debt using your
new pretty
body. Savour your last moments of relative independence while you can for
there is
much worse to come for you in the RubberBrothel!"

--

In the brothel, Superhooker's body changed format almost every week but
there were a
few standard features, or lack thereof. She had been completely sealed in
black
vlatex on arrival and her facial features smoothed over leaving her with a
vaguely
feminine yet totally anonymous rubber oval for a head. The Madame of the
brothel had
immediately pushed her into an auto-do cubicle and removed her legs from
the knees
down and the arms from the elbow, adding the excess mass to her already
large tits,
making them huge.

The smooth, sexless creature was sealed up totally, getting her air through
a tiny
valve at the back of her neck that was the only route to her lungs. She was
only able
to breath through a tube connected to a cylinder of gas and if she wanted
to continue
breathing she had to rely on others to change the cylinder for her or she
would be in
trouble.

The air from her tank passed through her own unique, clear latex rebreather
bag. The
heavy duty sack was made from the woman Superhooker replaced and a pussy
shaped valve
inside that the air passed through was all that remained to identify her.
The
rebreather filled helplessly with air for each laboured breath and added a
strong
taint of rubber - a fact Superhooker would have appreciated if she still
had her
pretty nose.

Her foreshortened limbs each ended in a large, heavy duty silver D-Ring and
it was
using these that the sightless creature was hooked to a rack on the wall by
her arms,
her truncated legs almost brushing the floor. Although her waist was a
corset in
itself, what remained of Superhooker was dressed as a bargirl, a golden
rubber dress
covered in layers of frictionless ruffles and a built-in tightly laced
glossy corset.

Some customers did not even bother to take her down before using her body
for their
pleasure. If she was to service a woman her facial pussy would form with a
large
dildo tongue squeezed out between the vertical lips of her pussy mouth. The
tongue
was an extension of her face pussy clitoris and many times more sensitive.
She felt
overwhelming pleasure as she sank it deep in the petal-like folds of each
unknown sex.
In her nether regions a single pair of oddly vertical facial lips showed
where her
original huge kissing pout had been moved to. With finality Superhooker
realised she
wasn't a hooker any more. She was an automated sex doll, customised to the
selections
of any client.



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after the
images? If you would like to see the web version of this story WITH the
pictures,
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There is a plan to release Supergrrl in the end, but lots must happen in
the story
before that!

....another 49% of the original story to come - it keeps growing.

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