She didn't have legs, that was the obvious thing. In fact, what was there below the waist bore no resemblance to any normal living thing, although when she tentatively touched it she found she could feel her hand normally. No, what was below her waist was, while recognisable, not at all normal.
It was a ball.
A large, rubbery, deep blue, obviously inflated ball.
In fact it bore a close resemblance to the sort of large exercise ball that people used in pilates and yoga classes, more than anything else, although somewhat larger. Karyn did yoga, and Jon had accompanied her a few times. She'd seen balls like the one she now seemed to be growing out of used in the gym at those classes. Gently touching it with her small hands, she pressed on it, softly art first, then harder. It gave in a flexible but taut manner, and she could feel it flexing then springing back to it's original shape, the sensations going through her with a shiver.
It really was part of her. Or she was part of it. Whichever way you looked at it, she was half human, female human, and half inflated ball. Trying to make her legs move had zero effect, they apparently weren't concealed inside the ball like she first assumed and hoped. She had no legs, only this inflated lower body, the bottom of which was slightly spread on the floor by her weight. Looking up at the reflection of the doctor in the mirror her face expressed dismay and puzzlement. He smiled at her happily.
"Yes, it's part of you. No, you don't have legs. Yes, it's inflated." She shook her head, making her breasts slide around massively, trying to understand what was going on.
The doctor explained. "You are a sex toy. A living sex toy, designed for pleasure. Back here..." He reached around her waist and she felt his finger slip into a cavity, in line with her spine but below it, with a sensation that made her cry out softly, "Is a vagina. A man can sit on you, insert his penis, and bounce you around the room. The bouncing action will give him a sexual experience he'll never forget." He fondled the misplaced vagina for a moment then pulled his finger out.
"A woman has different requirements, of course. She could use a double-ended dildo, but if she's not into that, she presses here..." He suited action to words and gently prodded a couple of places on the top of Jon's ball, and she felt a weird extruding sensation, "...and your own dildo slides out ready for use. She can sit on you, and again have the ride of her life." He held her by the shoulders and rotated her, her ball squeaking against the floor, so she could see herself in profile, and look at the large rubber penis sprouting out of the top surface of her ball near her back.
While she was trying to come to terms with all this, he suddenly snapped his fingers. "Ah, nearly forgot the last part. My apologies." Walking over to the desk he picked up a weird looking injector gun and returned to her side, applying it to her shoulder and pulling the trigger without hesitation. She yelped at the momentary pain, her high-pitched female voice echoing through the room.
"There. That will make the last part of the transformation happen, and lock the whole thing. It makes it non-reversible. On the up side, you will look this good for a very long time. Your life span will be amazing, you're virtually indestructible." She looked at him, then realised that he was staring at her forehead, which seemed to be tingling. Feeling it she could detect a pair of bumps that seemed to be growing slowly and steadily, one on either side of her head near the hairline. She looked back at the mirror and watched in disbelief as two hornlike protrusions steadily extended from her head, ending up after a minute or so as what she realised with a shock were handles more than horns, nearly six inches long and ribbed for a good grip.
She turned her head from side to side, trying to get a good look at the things, before reaching up and carefully holding her left horn/handle, squeezing it and pulling. All it accomplished was to make her head tilt, and the horn slightly bend. She let go of it and it twanged back into position, vibrating slightly and making her wince. Jon came to the conclusion that she almost resembled some weird sort of fetish space hopper hybrid.
The nurse came in and smiled at her. "You came out wonderfully!" she said with pleasure, and looked to the doctor. "What amazing work!" She put her arms around his neck and kissed him, making Jon stare, it seemed like rather unprofessional behaviour. Looking at her the nurse winked, then released the doctor and picked up a box from the desk. "This is for you," she said, handing it to Jon. She took it and removed the lid, finding inside some sort of clothing. Pulling it out and dropping the box to the floor she saw it was a kind of spandex-like material, and held it out, coming to the conclusion it was a top. The slick material was the same colour as her ball, and it seemed to have a sort of built-in bra.
Smiling happily, the nurse took it and said, "Here, let me help you." She made Jon hold her arms up, then slipped it over those arms and pulled it over her head, making sure to work it around her horns. Tugging it down over her chest it slipped easily over those massive breasts, stretching and conforming to her curves like a second skin. When it was in place Jon looked at her reflection again and stared. Her torso was now the same colour as her ball, and looked like it was made of the same material. The sleeves of the top were quite short, coming only halfway to her elbow, and there wasn't a single wrinkle in the thing.
She noticed that her back-penis had retracted leaving her ball smooth and slick. The doctor and nurse walked behind her, and she looked over her shoulder, then tried twisting around. With a little experimentation she found she could twist her torso at the waist, then quickly twist her hips, what there was of them, in the same direction, making her ball rotate. With several twists she was facing them at the back of the room.
"What am I supposed to do now?" she asked, the peculiar passivity she had felt since waking up slowly beginning to wane. The doctor smiled at her.
"Whatever you want, my dear little sex toy." She looked down at herself, then back at him, a hint of anger in her beautiful face.
"But I can't even walk! How the hell am I supposed to get around?" He shrugged.
"Sex toys usually don't move around on their own. You're light, someone can carry you. You might be able to figure out some way to move about. It's not my problem." She glared at him, and instinctively lunged at him, which only had the effect of making her tip forward. Windmilling her arms she slowly rotated forward, her angry expression becoming one of panic, until she hit the floor with her torso, her huge breasts leading the way and flattening against the ground.
"Ow" she mumbled into the carpet, before managing to roll slightly to the side and look up at them. The nurse had her hand over her mouth and was clearly trying not to laugh.
"She's so cute!" she said with a smile. Walking over she carefully sat on Jon's ball, bouncing up and down on it. Jon moaned as it distended and rebounded into shape, and the nurse giggled. "You make a good chair. Hopefully you'll be as good as a sex toy." With one last bounce she stood and smoothed down her skirt. The doctor stepped forward and grabbed Jon by her handles, pulling her upright easily. She squeaked at the sensation, it didn't really hurt but was uncomfortable and unexpected.
"There you go. Try to be more careful." He smiled patronisingly at her, then his cellphone rang. Pulling it out of his pocket he answered it, saying, "Yes? Ah, thank you. Yes, everything is done here. Bye." He put it away and smiled at the nurse. "We have to go." Looking at Jon he patted her on the head. "Enjoy your life. Think of me sometimes." Opening the door he looked both ways outside, then he and the nurse slipped out, closing the door behind them Jon stared at the back of the door for a while, then slowly looked down at herself, feeling her ball with her hands, and wondering what on earth she was supposed to do.
A few minutes passed, then the door opened again. A man she'd never seen before came in whistling, then stopped dead and stared at her with huge eyes. "What the fuck?" he mumbled. She looked up at him, she was only about four feet tall now. "Who the hell are you? And what?" he said with disbelief.
"I'm Jon Madison, and apparently I'm a sex toy. Who the hell are you?" Jon replied acidly, crossing her arms over her breasts, the passivity from the drugs having worn off completely now. The man stared some more.
After a long moment he pulled a phone from his pocket and dialled, not taking his eyes from Jon for more than a second or two. "Hi. It's me. Yes, fine. Look, do you know the name Madison? Jon Madison?" There was a pause. "That's what I thought. You'd better get down here, I'm in room 921. There's something you need to see. Bring Anne with you. OK. Yes, I'm not going anywhere." He disconnected and put the phone back in his pocket. Moving slowly past Jon giving her a wide berth, he found a chair and dropped into it. Jon swivelled around in the manner she had discovered she could, which made the man stare even more.
"So, who are you?" Jon asked.
"Oh?" the other replied intelligently, still staring. After a second or two, he shook his head. "Sorry. Mind's a little... well, distracted." He looked at Jon for a moment or two longer. "I'm Jim. Jim Albertson. Doctor Jim Albertson. I'm one of the co-operators of this facility." Once more he ran his eyes over the strange form of Jon, then closed them and shook his head. "This is going to be bad," he mumbled to himself.
"What are you talking about?" Jon asked curiously. Jim sighed.
"Wait for my colleagues to get here, then we can talk. It will save going over it several times." With ill grace, Jon waited, and after a couple of minutes two more people entered the room, both of them stopping and staring at Jon, who swivelled around again to look back. The tall dark haired woman, who she assumed was this 'Anne' person, recovered first, and carefully closed the door behind her. Looking at Jim, she said, "What on earth is going on?" Jim shrugged helplessly. The other man was still staring, and she poked him.
"Sorry!" he yelped, shaking himself back to life. He also looked at Jim.
"What the hell is this?" he said, pointing at Jon, who glared.
"I'm Jon Madison, like I keep saying. Who are you? What's going on?" The man, a short blond fellow of perhaps mid thirties, leaned against the door and wiped his hand over his face, looking first at Jon, then Jim, then Jon again, then Anne.
"I'm Doctor Harry Wells. This is Doctor Anne Wells, my wife. And I have no idea what's going on. Why are you like that? What are you supposed to be? And how on god's green earth did you even get in here?"
Looking surprised, with a sinking feeling in her stomach even beyond the shock of having been turned into this thing, Jon looked at all three people. They genuinely seemed shocked by her. "I got a letter telling me to report here for a punishment transformation." She went on to tell the entire story, including what Doctor Jones had told her she now was. The three people looked at each other with weird expressions at several points throughout the story, and when she finished Jim sighed.
"Really, really bad..."
Anne looked at him and shook her head. "Not helpful, Jim." Turning her attention back to the strange figure of Jon, she tried to work out the best thing to say. After a moment she shrugged and decided to just go for it. "Jon, something very strange and wrong has happened. We have no records of you at all." Her eyes widened. "You're certainly not scheduled for any treatment here, and we don't do 'punishments' at this facility. We're a partly privately owned adjunct to the hospital which was set up treat people suffering from something called body dysmorphic syndrome. You might have come across transgender people?" She nodded.
"Well, that's a form of it. A man who feels like he's actually a woman inside, trapped in the wrong body, for example. Some recent breakthroughs in nanotechnology have allowed us to remodel such people's bodies, to make the exterior match the interior. It takes some time, but so far has been very successful and very safe. But... We have no ability to do to you what has been done to you." She stared, then looked down at herself.
Slapping her ball with a loud boinging noise, she said, "Well, apparently you're wrong there. How do you explain this?"
Anne had jumped at the noise, and replied, "I can't." After a pause, she went on, glancing at her husband and colleague, "None of the people you met are people I recognise. The facility only opened for business about half an hour ago, and all the doors should have been locked. I have absolutely no idea who they were, what they wanted, or how this was done to you." Jon's mind was whirling, and she felt faint. What the hell had happened? Anne was talking to her husband, and then looked back at her.
"We need to examine you in the lab, so we can try to figure out what to do, and if we can change you back. And hopefully work out who did this and why. Is that OK?" Jon nodded, still wondering what was going on.
Jim stood and walked to the door, opening it and looking at Jon, before saying slowly, "Ah, I don't suppose you can walk?" She shook her head with a scowl.
"Of course I can't walk. I don't have any legs, only this thing." She slapped her ball again. He jumped at the noise, then nodded.
"OK. I'll get a trolley." He disappeared, and returned a few minutes later with a trolley like the sort of thing you'd move boxes with, on four wheels. "Sorry about this, but a hospital bed would require a porter, and I don't want to get anyone else involved until we work out what's going on." Jon nodded and looked at the thing.
"Fine. Just don't pick me up by my handles, I don't like it." Jim stared at her, and shook his head in disbelief.
"I'm not going to ask." He and Harry carefully took an arm each, and lifted her onto the trolley, all three of then a little surprised at how easily they managed. They wheeled her to the lab a few doors down, Anne going ahead and making sure everyone else stayed out. Lifting her off the trolley they put her on the diagnostics bed in one corner of the lab, and tried to lay her flat. With the ball forming the lower half of her body this didn't work very well, and in the end they had to put three pillows under her torso to allow her to lie prone. Her ball was a bit less than two and a half feet in diameter, and without the pillows only her shoulders touched the bed.
Several hours of tests followed, and at the end all three of them gathered around the computer at the other end of the room, leaving her bored and annoyed. "Hey! Will one of you idiots tell me what's going on?" she finally shouted. She wasn't feeling at all happy at the situation, and had decided that polite was something that happened to other people, people who hadn't been turned into sex toys. Female ones at that. Jim twitched at her shout, and looked over his shoulder.
"Yes, sorry. It's just that we're all pretty stunned about this."
"How do you think I feel?" He had the grace to look abashed.
"Um, yes." Walking back to her he looked at the tablet he was holding, scrolling through the test results on it, before dropping in a chair beside the bed with a sigh. Anne and Harry came over and stood beside him. "I don't know quite how to tell you this", he began, and she looked hard at him.
"At the beginning is usual." He smiled a little.
"Quite. OK, then. We still don't know who these people were, or why they targeted you. Or how they even got in here, or knew how to use the computers and equipment."
"Sounds like you don't know very much then," she said, irritated.
"Well, we do, but not those things. We know that it was our transformation nanites that were used to change you. They're still present in your body, but there's something weird about them. They've changed, a lot. The programming is completely unfamiliar, vastly more advanced than anything we have even considered doing. I have no idea how, it's years, possibly decades, beyond state of the art." He stopped for a moment, looking her over. "Your transformation is orders of magnitude more difficult than anything we know how to do. Merging the animate and inanimate like this is... well, I would have said it's impossible. Which would just as obviously be wrong, under the circumstances"
Jon looked at herself and had to agree.
"We have been able to work out that your body seems completely stable, and healthy. Very healthy, in fact, essentially perfect. As far as we can determine, you don't require food in the normal way, you're more running on energy than anything else. Not really a biological organism in the usual way at all. Anything you eat will be broken down at almost elemental levels, the only waste products being gases and water vapour. Trace metals are used by the nanites still in you for self repair." Jon stared at him.
"I have a strong feeling that you may well live for a very long time. There is no sign of cellular decay, everything seems to be self-repairing to a level I have trouble believing." He paused, then reluctantly continued, "The real problem is that I see absolutely no way of reversing it." Jon sighed.
"I had a feeling you were going to say that."
"I wish I could tell you otherwise. The nanites active in you don't respond to any of our override codes, and actively destroy any others we introduce to your tissue samples. I suspect that they have been designed to be aggressively protective of this form. I'm afraid you're stuck."
Ann looked sympathetically at her. "We intend to make sure that you're helped as much as we can, since this was all done with our resources. I don't know by whom, or why, but I'm going to find out. I have some contacts with the security services, who will be very interested in tracking these people down." She looked at Jon, who stared back. "In the mean time, I think we need to inform your family."
She called Jon's mother, and after a conversation with her, handed the phone over. "Hi Mom," she said. Her mother gasped. "You have a beautiful voice, Jon," she said. Jon looked annoyed, but told her the story. "Oh, dear. That's not good." She shook her head. Her mother was the mistress of understatement sometimes.
"No, it's not ideal. Look, the people here are going to bring me home, OK? It will be in about an hour. Can you tell everyone else, and try not to freak out when you see me?" Her mother agreed, and she hung up, then dialed Karyn's number. "Karyn? It's me, Jon. I need to talk to you." For the first time since all this happened she felt tears come to her new female eyes, and the three doctors moved away to give her some privacy.
Just over an hour later, a van with dark windows pulled into the driveway of the Madison house, and a tall woman jumped out, going to the door and ringing the bell. The door opened, and several people came out, Karyn with them. The all walked over to the van, and the woman slid open the side door. Jon waved at them, and said, "Hi, everyone. I'm home..."
Later, after she had been carried into the living room and gently put on the floor where one of the chairs would normally go, everyone listened as she told her story, then the doctors went over what they had worked out. Everyone was looking at her with different expressions, and Karyn was sitting next to her holding her hand. She had been Jon's friend for longer than either of them could remember, and wasn't going to let a little thing like being turned into a female sex-toy get in the way of that friendship.
Eventually, the whole story was told. "So, you're stuck like that?" her sister Zoe asked, looking at her with interest. She nodded. "Damn, that's a pain."
Anne explained that they would pay for anything required, and the family decided there was little point in any form of lawsuit. It wouldn't change the situation, and would only increase publicity about Jon, which she wasn't keen on. The issue of school was raised, and it was decided that the school would have to be informed, although they weren't certain what to do about it otherwise. That was something that could be done on Monday, so as it was now Friday, they had the weekend to try to get to grips with everything.
After a couple of hours of talk, Jon asked Karyn and Zoe to carry her up to her bedroom. They were surprised by how easy it was, but relieved, and once she was inside Zoe left. Jon made Karyn stay. "I don't want to be alone right now, OK?" Karyn nodded.
"Do you think you could use the stone to change back?" she asked, and was surprised by the look of total shock that crossed Jon's face.
"The stone? The wish! This is all the fault of that fucking wish!" she cried. Somehow she'd completely forgotten having made the wish the night before. She couldn't work out what she'd been thinking, the result was bizarre to say the least.
Karyn was looking at her with a strange expression, having some idea what she was talking about. "You mean you made a wish to be like this?"
"No, I bloody didn't."
"So what did you wish for?" Blushing, Jon finally came clean, and Karyn groaned.
"Oh, you idiot. That's so open-ended no wonder it went wrong. At least you left a loophole. Right, where is the stone? We're fixing this right now." Jon swivelled around, making Karyn giggle at her movements, and pointed.
"In that box on the bedside table." Her friend went over and picked it up, shaking it, then opened it. Looking inside she paled, and turned to Jon. She held the box up and turned it upside down.
It was empty.
The stone was gone.
