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There seemed to be no way into the town to rescue her prince whom she had met not a year ago. The enemy relief force was approaching and if the Prince's men could not reach him, the Chancellor would have him executed for sure within the next few days. The Prince's Court Wizard however had a solution. Using his magic, he would turn a member of their band into an object. The Prince's men would then lift their siege and withdraw, while an agent smuggled the transformed adventurer into at the first shipment that went through the town walls. Once inside, the person, having kept their mind thanks to the nature of the spell could mentally chant the reverse spell and would then be free to rescue the prince.

 

Fiyana the Fast Fingered volunteered when the others shrunk from the task. Not only did she wish to be the one to rescue her loving Prince, but she had performed similar jobs before; once sneaking in naked into a port in a barrel of wine before acquiring equipment and clothing and stealing a precious ruby.

 

When night fell, the girlish, but strong figure crept along with the wizard and two guards to a trade caravan as the rest of her comrades began to withdraw from their encampment. Quickly, both Thief and Wizard were inside a covered cart in which were a number of boxes. The Wizard opened one of the crates to reveal… smaller card boxes, each marked with the image of a sexy woman. Looking at the crate, the Wizard grabbed one of the boxes leaving a hole and removed the contents. Even in the darkness, Fiyana could make out what it was. An imported latex sex toy shaped like the torso of a woman made in a far off land.

 

Fiyana cringed at the thought of what form she was about to take, but there was no time to reconsider. Her love's life depended on her being able to take the humiliation of being transformed into a pocket pussy. She gathered her spirit and asked the Wizard to cast his spell.

 

With a brief chant, the Wizard started making gestures with his hands and the spell began. Fiyana closed her eyes and stood firm as she felt the magic begin to enter her body. With a shock, however, her eyes were forced open and she felt her face begin to stretch out into a naughty smile. She tried moving, but by now the magic had ahold of her and she was paralysed, not even able to move a muscle. She could see the cloth roof of the wagon begin to rise above her as she began to shrink into her clothes. Her slim arms were forced to her sides and her legs spread themselves apart as Fiyana moaned speechlessly, air escaping her lungs. Starting  from her torso, a change was spreading in her flesh. She could feel her organs and tissue begin to shift into a more suitable material, soft and rubbery. As the plastic shift reached her arms, she could feel them begin to melt and dissolve into her body, leaving only a smooth elbow where they once were attached. But the changes were not finished there.

 

Her head was converted into the latex material right before it touched her private areas. With a sensation that would leave her gasping had she still had lungs, she could feel her ovaries dissolve into the same material the rest of her body had changed. By this stage, the changes had reached her legs and what little light was cut out as she shrank into her doublet, folding down on top of her as she continued to shrink to her new form. As this was going on, she could feel her throat expand downwards while her vagina and womb linked and while spreading upwards started to form odd growths. She had no way of knowing, but these were the bumps and ridges that gave an onahole the ability to please a man's penis. Her throat met with her enlarged canny and she felt pleasure as it grew until it covered her entire crotch. The hollowness inside her also spread to her head and breasts as they became the reservoir to contain any ejaculate that was forced inside of this newly minted cock sleeve.

 

Finally her legs completed melting into her waist and the transformation was ended. The Wizard stopped his quiet chanting and rummaged through the pile of clothes on the floor, grabbing ahold of a soft, squishy cylinder inside of the heroine's attire. Pulling it out, it revealed Fiyana's torso and head, nude and perfectly rendered in a purple translucent rubber. The tube inside of her could barely be seen, but one could make out the various projections within her pleasure tube. The Wizard nodded at a job well done. There was no way anyone could tell that this common sex toy was their best hope at rescuing their Prince.

 

With haste, the Wizard placed Fiyana into the onahole box and replaced her inside the crate. He then closed it firmly and leapt out of the cart, fleeing into the night alongside the two guards.

 

Dawn broke on the town to reveal that the rebels had seemingly fled in the night, leaving only their campfires and refuse. With celebration, the merchants demanded that the gates be opened to the awaiting caravans and with hesitance, the Chancellor agreed. Soon the cart carrying a shipment for a certain shop of ill-repute came through the gates. It was handed to the owner who wasted little time in  restocking his shelves with row upon row of latex flashlights. Fiyana's box was placed right in the middle of a main display shelf, behind an opened example of the  ordinary sex toys that the shipment had been made out of. Satisfied, the sex shop owner left, leaving Fiyana the opening she needed to cast the spell reversing the transformation and leaving her ready to begin the rescue of legends.

 

But things had gone horribly wrong. After the spell was cast and she found herself lying on the wooden floor of the cart all her mind could think about was her new role. Her thoughts had been shaped by the spell and her new form. The sly female thief, now just a purple latex hole for men to use on their cocks, no longer remembered her life as one of the finest adventurers on the continent. Now all this rubber pussy wanted was to be used for the purpose she was meant for, to have a thick dick squeezed into her, pleasing the penis of her owner and  to soak in his jizz when he came inside her, as befitted a plastic onahole. Fiyana the Fast Fingered  was now entirely Fiyana Fucktoy, as the label on her packaging now proudly displayed, being altered by the residual magic.

 

As she thought these lewd thoughts, sitting on the shelf, her box gathering dust over the weeks and months it had been since she had been placed there, having forgotten the spell to change back, news spread that the prince had been executed and a pretender had been placed onto the throne. None of this concerned the cock sleeve who contained to feel the arousal of those who entered the shop, but none of these men even looked at her box.

 

Eventually, the owner started to mark those items on that shelf down in price as they were taking up valuable space. Fiyana found herself in a bargain bin, alongside disposable onaholes and other cheap sex toys. She came to realise this as the magic still permeating her form reacted with her surroundings. She felt happy that she was in the bargain bin and thought of herself as a cheap fleshlight, designed to bring pleasure once and then disposed, thrown into the garbage. All that mattered now was pleasing her owner.

 

Eventually an ugly young man walked into the shop and reaching into the bin, picked up an armful of pocket pussies. Fiyana's box was one of the half dozen that happened to be in the selection the man had made. She could feel her latex body bounding even in the packaging as she was brought to the counter alongside the other disposable sex toys. The man's voice was squeaky as he addressed the owner, paying for the rubber vaginas, but Fiyana didn't care. As the money passed hands, she almost orgasmed in joy. The man placed his new masturbatory aids in a whicker basket and covered them in a blanket. As time went on, Fiyana could feel increasing pressure on top of her as more items and food were placed on top of her as the man performed his errands.

 

An hour passed and the man returned to his small flat. The place was filthy, littered with dirty clothes and unwashed dishes. Fiyana's new owner placed his other purchases away before locking the door and upturning the basket on his bed. The boxes bounced slightly. Frantically, the man ripped open one of the onahole boxes, grabbing the plastic toy within and, unbolting his breeches, proceeded to ram it onto his cock, grunting and sweating as he worked his dick over with the pink tube.

 

Fiyana could hear the increasingly squishy noices as the man rubbed the cheap rubber toy on his penis as he came closer and closer to cumming. Her desire to be used had reached its boiling point; she desperately needed to be taken by her owner and filled with his manhood, squeezed tightly by his hands and filled with his spunk. What happened after that, she couldn't care less. All her being was focused on fulfilling the role her form prescribed.

 

Suddenly the man gasped as he spurted his seed into the pocket pussy, the movement audible. As he removed the latex hole from his masculinity, his cum flowed out of its rubber slit. the immobile Fiyana started to go mad with desire. Her innate magic combined with the spell cast upon her had by now completely erased the woman who existed before, leaving little more then a disposable fuckhole wanting only to be stretched over a thick penis before being soaked in cum.

 

The man wiped the juices from his dick with a rag before chucking both the rag and the used onahole into his wastebin. Turning around, his hand reached for another, hovering over the myriad of boxes before grabbing ahold of Fiyana's. It would appear that the lewd onahole would finally be put to use by an owner.

 

As he tore open the packaging that surrounded Fiyana, it never occurred to her that it was the first time light had touched her form since that day over a year ago when she volunteered to save her love. Now, such memories were far away as fat hands clamped ahold of her, squeezing her soft, malleable rubber form. As far as pocket pussies went, Fiyana was a stunning example of such a toy. Her lithe, athletic body with perky breasts and large nipples had been immaculately rendered in miniature by the spell into a deep translucent purple plastic which hinted at the ridges and bumps of her cunt that had replaced her insides. Her wide hips seemed improved by the loss of her legs, giving way to an ass bolstered by the mass of her legs. Her cocky, angular face was again preserved in that purple material, as was her haircut; a high, long ponytail with long sides and fringe that had once been the delight of many an adventurer, but now served only to put her owner in the right state of mind for masturbating. Seven inches tall she measured now and ready to service any waiting penis, helpless to resist having her precious area be violated by whoever possessed her.

 

Said owner was squeezing his newly opened sex toy like a stress ball, the plastic deforming and returning to shape, giving Fiyana new and comic proportions. For the onahole herself, such pressure was being translated into pleasure. Her entire form was sensitive and the manner in which she was manipulated felt as though her entire body was a pussy that was being rubbed and squeezed. It was bliss, but still the desire to be full of warm dick grew. The ugly young man stopped his squeezing and curiously explored Fiyana's obscene shape. It was quite odd to get something of this quality in a bargain bin after all. Pudgy fingers prodded and rubbed her breasts and face, almost bringing her to something approximating orgasm, at least as much as a nerveless rubber cock sock could feel to orgasm.

 

Suddenly, a finger started to prod Fiyana's phoney cunny, feeling the resistance her design and material would give to a penis. It was firm, yet pliable and while the vagina took up the entirety of the elastic fucktoy's crotch, it was detailed precisely like Fiyana's old flesh and blood femininity. With all these factors, the man's erection returned, brushing her plastic butt as it surged with blood. As the glans skimmed the onahole, inside this purple form, something awoke within the remnants of her mind. This something that whispered amongst the mental cries for her owner to impale his pleasure toy on his rod, something that suggested that this was not right, that once she was more then just a toy for men to rub one off into. Memories came flashing back to her, of her life before the shelf and the bin, of her prince and comrades. A moment of lucidness came to her as the man positioned her over his trembling phallus. Fiyana suddenly felt horrified at what had happened and willed anything to prevent what was about to happen. To be used as a smutty sex toy when she had a mission to complete! She could sense how long she had spent on the shelves and she was filled with dread. Trying desperately, she attempted to recall the words to reverse the spell and return her to her normal form, begging for the greasy hands that held her tight now to let go, and to not thrust a stranger's awful penis into her virgin womanhood.

 

But even if she had wanted to stop it, a pretty purple plastic pocket pussy has no say in when and how it is used. A thick, firm penis now poked at her naughty opening as her owner gripped her tightly. Then, slowly, but unremitting, the man pushed his head through his cock sleeve's opening, slowly spreading the latex folds and engorging Fiyana's wonderful form with his prick, stretching and filling the plastic so it appeared to be little more then an obscenely detailed rubber cylinder on the end of his cock.

 

With that act, Fiyana's mind reverted back to how it had been while waiting for someone to help her perform her new role in existence. Within what little self-awareness she still possessed, Fiyana was experiencing the greatest pleasure she had ever felt in all her years of existence. All thoughts of her former life and duty were again wiped clean. Her owner started to pump her quickly, hand grasping tighter and tighter, with no sign of awareness that he held in his hand what remained of a cute young woman. No thought was given to her comfort, as after all, an onahole is used for one thing: to satisfy a man's desire.

 

The purple cock sleeve became a blur as it was rubbed up and down the young man's penis. Squishy noises started to come during every shake as his pre-cum started to flow throughout the latex tube, in through every ridge and bump as he started panting, breathless at the feeling and the physical exertion. Every motion brought pleasure to both parties. The man was considering his luck; obviously one of the clerks at the sex shop had made a mistake and placed a high quality flashlight into the bargain bin. It's texture and feeling were the best he had ever felt in all his time using masturbatory aids.

 

For Fiyana, the actual sexual pleasure was incredible; a sensation of her entire being having been turned into one huge erogenous zone being rammed full of sturdy flesh  beyond anything she could have dreamed of was matched by the sense that she was fulfilling her duty, that she was being used to make someone's penis feel good and that she was full of thick cock. The only thing left as she felt herself creep closer and closer to orgasm was to be blown up like a used condom with his cum, to have her inside coated in white; full and warm with seed.

 

That time was steadily growing near as the man continued to wan himself off with his own plastic heroine cunt. His face was coated with sweat and he was groaning as he gripped Fiyana ever harder, fingers squeezing tightly into her malleable breasts and ass, compressing its innards, changed for the sole purpose of pleasing a man, tighter and tighter. The feeling of joy Fiyana was getting by being helplessly used as a disposable hole to be cummed into and thrown away by a complete stranger was only heightened by the man's intense fap session; and as the man came to the cusp of ejaculation, she gave thanks that this had come to pass and that she was now what she was, an erotic pocket pussy.

 

The man pulled Fiyana right down to the hilt of his penis, teeth gritted, eyes shut tight as he bucked one last time. Then suddenly, his dick began to spasm as his balls started shunting thick cum out of his helmet into the cum receptacle awaiting it. Fiyana the Filthy Fuck Hole's mind was utterly wracked and seemingly-to-her shivering in the greatest orgasm she had ever known as white creamy cum poured into her artificial pussy, flooding every nook and cranny of it. Her owner's cock blocked her rubber slit shut, so while a little seed trickled out of her, her head and breasts acting as the cum reservoir swelled up with ejaculate, looking almost comedic, if it weren't the designed function of her mind and mammaries now.

 

The man leaned back, breathlessly, watching his new toy bob up and down on his penis as each heartbeat ran through his rod. It looked so erotic to see this exquisite female form almost grotesquely swollen with his meat and cum, sitting helplessly on his dick. However, his sexual desire had been sated by what was definitely one of his best masturbation sessions ever. As for Fiyana, her consciousness was adrift on a  sea of satisfaction as she felt the heat from the penis and cum flow through her small rubber body. On the edge of this bliss, she could feel her owner's cock start to shrink inside of her and she began to list to one side as she was no longer supported by the firm, blood-filled flesh.

 

With a plop, the purple, woman shaped onahole fell from the man's dick onto the floor, bouncing once before coming to a rest. Cum began to ooze out of the rubber toy, flowing onto the wooden floor as the elastic material she had been transformed into returned her to her previous state prior to being used to rub one out. The only change was that her pussy lips were no longer touching each other, with a tiny gap having emerged in between them.

 

Grabbing another rag, the man grabbed his used fuckhole, cum squeezing out of her as he grasped it tightly and wiped the spilled seed from the floor before giving the opening a wipe, cleaning off the worst of his mess on the outside of the hole. For a second, Fiyana wonder if he would stick a finger and rag inside of her again to wipe out what he had recently deposited in her. Instead, the man opened a drawer in his desk and chucked her inside of it. Fiyana landed on some random tat, face up, gazing into the ugly face of the one who now controlled her body and soul, even if he had no idea that this was the case. Then the drawer was shut and Fiyana was in darkness, nothing but the slowly demising heat, the stench of the cum inside of her and the desire suddenly growing again to be used.

 

Weeks passed, and Fiyana had quickly become the man's favourite toy. Not a day went by when podgy hands didn't grab ahold of it, rubbing the lewd rubber twat on and off of his penis before blasting another thick load inside of her. Having been used only to disposable cock sleeves before, the man had no idea that he was supposed to clean his jerk-off toys and not treat them like cum-sacks. As a result, Fiyana soon became stinky, rank with fetid cum as it dried inside of her and began to soak into her very being. But this was not a trouble for the former Thief who had become accustomed to the musky smell.

 

The seed had reacted slightly with the spell binding Fiyana's mind and body to this form, and now on top of wanting to be the best onahole she could be for her owner, she wanted to be his cumsack; a place for him to blow his cum into whenever he wanted. In between uses, small bits of her old mind started to re-emerge, and from time to time, Fiyana found herself feeling disgusted with her duty and just lying, filled to the brim, reeking of cum. But there was nothing she could do but lie there, helpless until the time came again when she would be stretched out over a penis once more and the morphic dissonance forced her mind back into what she now considered normal. In these times, her prince had been replaced with a prick and all a squishy cock sleeve could do was wait until its glans was pushed through its slit once again.

 

A few months later, the drawer opened once more and light flooded into Fiyana's world again. The familiar hand reached down and took ahold of the smelly sex toy. Fiyana now was looking worse for wear. Her latex material was getting to the limits of its capacity. No longer did her features return to their original form after being used, remaining stretched out and bloated. Her slit was now loose and baggy, having been robbed of its tightness after being shoved full of cock too many time. Small tears had appeared here and there where the young man had been too over-eager with his fucktoy.

 

Once more Fiyana was used, the man jacking off into her, but this time it was different. The motions were lackluster and there seemed to be a look of annoyance on the man's face as once more he came inside of his once-favourite toy. Fiyana's afterglow was interrupted by the man pulling her roughly off her beloved dick. He gazed hard at her, looking at the worn-out, stinky, used onahole in his hand. He turned and grabbed a rag, wiped his penis, then unceremoniously chucked Fiyana into the waste bin by the side of his desk. Fiyana landed with a splurge as the cum inside of her was forced out by the intact, seeping out carrying crusty pieces of dried seed with it as she lay on top of some fruit remains and crumpled papyrus. The rag quickly followed, covering her useless form.

 

From the bin, Fiyana could hear a box being opened, before once more hearing the squishing, grunting sounds that told her that her former owner was busy using up another pocket pussy. This didn't bother her. By this stage, the spell's morphic effect had been set in stone and even if the Prince's Wizard had been able to find her, there would have been little he could do now for Fiyana. As the man finished with a gasp and hurled the used fleshlight into the bin on top of Fiyana, her magic and sex-wrecked mind held no bitterness. After all, after the only thing you can do with a useless, smelly, soft and stretched out onahole that couldn't bring it's owner pleasure; you throw it out with the rest of the garbage. And with that, Fiyana looked forward to whatever would come next. After all, maybe a vagrant or a kid would find her in the rubbish and make use of her again? Perhaps an artisan would go through the waste looking for raw material and melt her down into a new toy? Or maybe she would rot away into nothingness like the garbage she now was. Whatever happened, the world wouldn't miss one stinky old cock sleeve lying in a bin.