Helen walked into the meeting room. She smiled at Julie Peters across the table and gave a smarter nod to Andrew Hallam, her line manager. She took up her usual place across from him. The seat next to him was empty, this was the one usually taken by customers that Hallam would introduce to the rest of the team. There were some papers at the place, but no sign of the customer himself. Then he walked in. Helen almost jumped as she recognised Jack Edison. As when she had seen him before he was in a severe dark suit, and looked pretty stylish in it. He sat down opposite Helen glancing in her direction but making no gesture.

Helen sat feeling detached from the proceedings as Mr. Hallam introduced Mr. Edison to her and her colleagues. Helen tried to speak to tell them that she knew what Mr. Edison was, but he looked at her and she could not say anything, as if something was holding her back. She was uncertain in herself. She was angry with Edison, she felt he had taken her friend Karen from her, but she had no proof of anything. Karen was an adult, she could make her own choices about who she mixed with and what she wore. What she wore, Helen's mind flicked through the clothes she had seen, Karen, or Kelly, as she should now call her. That foil dress was cool. She had kept the clipping from the paper. For a moment Helen wondered what it would be like to ease into such a clinging shiny dress.

"Helen." Hallam was speaking.

Helen snapped out of her thoughts, she had clearly been daydreaming. She looked over at Edison, who now seemed to be staring at her intently.

"What do you think?" Hallam asked a little impatiently.

"Sorry, my thoughts were on the last quarter figures."

"I was just saying I could do with someone to liaise with on this project." Mr. Edison said. "What about you Miss. Jenkins, you seem suited for the kind of work I need."

"Ms. Jenkins." Helen corrected, she knew Mr. Hallam would refuse and she would not have to see Edison again.

"Yes, that's a wonderful idea." Mr. Hallam said.

Helen snapped up in her seat, surprised. "Er, no, no that's not possible." She stuttered. "I have the Thompson file to deal with."

"Leave that to Jane."

Helen was going to protest, she felt an unease in her stomach, but as she glanced over at Mr. Edison who was gazing at her, she realised that a little bit of that was the unease of going on a roller coaster, a feeling of danger, but also an anticipation of excitement and pleasure.

"Okay." Helen replied slowly.

"Great, I'll email you with all the details." Mr. Edison looked directmy au her, his eyes fixed on!hers and smiled.

Hålen felt she should say something, but the words did not come. Somehow she felt content that things were progressing, uncertain what those things were. She sat through the rest of the meeting paying little attention.

Helen was one of the first to leave the meeting as it finished. She passed through the foyer, planning to go out for an early lunch. She felt hot and flustered, something was irritating her but she could not put her finger on it.

As she walked into the foyer Helen saw the woman who she was sure was Karen. Helen slowed her steps looking for some sort of confirmation. It was weird seeing her in the flesh rather than just in photos. She wondered if she had made a mistake and this was some other woman. Helen gazed at her. The woman's bum was coated in a shiny rubber miniskirt. She wore long glossy boots which stretched beyond the knee and had long, sharp heels that would thrust up her pert, glossed bum and she strutted. Her midriff was bare, showing off the diamond stud at her navel. She wore a tight leather bustiere in which her nipples strained.

"Kelly."

Helen heard Mr. Edison's voice behind her.

Responding to the call, Kelly from the sofa as Mr. Edison walked passed Helen towards her. Kelly sidled over to him. Something about the way Kelly was dressed seemed to trigger a memory that Helen just could not reach. Mr. Edison wrapped his hands around Kelly's gloss coated bum

"This is Helen." Mr. Edison said turning as if noting her for the first time. "This is Kelly."

As she stepped forward Helen was certain that this woman was Karen, or had been before she met Mr. Edison. Her breasts were larger and firmer than when she had been Karen but this was now Kelly. Her long curved nails, painted a deep red were impractical for work, but she was now a playbeing, only designed for pleasure. Helen felt a flash of concern but it faded quickly and she wondered what she had been thinking of.

Kelly smiled her lush glistening lips and shook her blonded hair. "Hello."

There was no recognition, and Helen realised how much Karen had been changed when she was made one of Edison's pets. She was nothing but a human toy, aware of her sexual function but little else. Helen felt the urge to complain, to grab her and shout at her, but the sensation faded, and in seconds she accepted that this was Kelly. Helen found that she was slowly running her eyes over her. She admired how shapely and toned Kelly's body was, and she wondered what it was like to wear tight leather and rubber next to her skin, to strut around in such long, sexy boots.

"We have to hurry." Mr. Edison said. "I'll send you that email immediately when I get back to my office."

"Good," said Helen, surprisingly pleased at what he said, "I'll be waiting for it."

"I know you will." Mr. Edison said and smiled before turning away.

For an instant Helen thought she should follow him, but then the sensation faded. She stood for a few moments before remembering what she had been doing.

Helen clicked to open the first email from Mr. Edison. The main message was brief and told her to open the attachment. Helen did so without thinking. It was a large file but it opened quickly. It was full of closely spaced text. Immediately Helen felt this would be something too boring for her to read. She began scrolling through it, but soon her attention wavered. She realised she was looking more at the background rather than the text. These days companies often used watermarks, but this one look sophisticated. At first the page seemed to be flat white but as she went further it seemed to becoming pinker, and shinier like glossy paper. Helen became increasingly impatient and scrolled faster. Now the writing was white on a shiny red, then this darkened, becoming maroon. As she neared the end the text seemed to merge together to becoming simply a pattern, a dancing pattern, of bright white across shiny black. For some reason Helen had the sense that it was becoming something she could touch, the screen seemed to rippling and Helen realised it reminded her of leather, tightening and released as someone moved in it. Helen felt it go further, she had rarely seen pictures of anyone in rubber clothes, but something told her that was what she was seeing, suggesting that it was something she would like to feel against her skin, tight across her shapely body.

"Helen." Mr. Hallam came into the office.

Helen snapped round, her face flushed. She looked guiltily back at the screen but all it showed was a plain black screen.

"Are you alright? Your looking flushed."

"Yes, erm, I'm fine. I'm just looking at the material Edison sent."

"Good. I'm glad you're progressing. He asked if you could go over there tomorrow morning once you had read the email. Is that a problem?"

"No it's fine. I'm almost finished with the email."

"Well get off early tonight. I don't want you wearing yourself out."

"Have no worries about that, Mr. Hallam." Helen said curiously eager to get back to Mr. Edison's email, she was sure there was something she had to finish with it.

"Fine, fine." Mr. Hallam said and left Helen alone.

The moment her boss had left Helen turned back to the screen, but it was back to her email inbox. There seemed to be no sign of Mr. Edison's message. Helen felt strangely disappointed. She packed up and left, maybe she would get the answer from him tomorrow.

Helen walked into Edison's office complex feeling a little apprehensive. She had put off coming to meet with him as long as she could this morning, but he had rang her personally at home, insistent that she come in as soon as she could. She had felt strange all the previous evening, and had walked around as if she was in a daydream as she got ready this morning. She had found herself slipping on the smooth black leather jacket she had bought a couple of weeks ago, instead of her business suit jacket. She then found she had put out the patent high-heeled ankle boots she had snapped up in a sale last week. She had had to concentrate and hunt for her normal work court shoes and put them on.

Helen had to admire the plush offices that Edison had. She walked up to the front desk. The receptionist smiled at her, a little vacantly Helen thought. She had long blonde hair, her face was sharply made up with the glossiest of lipsticks. Long gold earrings swayed as she moved. It was not too unusual for a receptionist especially one working for a man like Mr. Edison. As Helen got closer she saw the woman was squeezed into a clinging purple mini-dress of some shiny material, it might be rubber.

"Hello, I'm here to see Mr. Edison."

"You're here for a film shoot?" The receptionist asked.

"No, I'm from AJM Associates."

"Oh." The receptionist said blankly. "I've got you down as one of the new girls." She held up a sheet of paper which had a photo of Helen at the top of five or six others.

"There must be some confusion. I am here to work with Mr. Edison, liaising on development of the Wharfdale site."

"Ah, that's not what I've got, you're down as one of the new girls."

Helen felt exasperated.

"Tracy, don't worry, I'll sort this out." The two women turned as they heard Mr. Edison's voice. He came up to the reception.

"Mr. Edison, I have her down as one of the new girls."

"It seems I was a little premature in thinking that."

Helen could not really follow what they were saying about her. She just felt relieved that Mr. Edison was here and could sort things out.

"Tracy you can tick her off as having arrived." Edison said before turning to Helen. "Sorry for the mix up, Miss. Jenkins, will you follow me."

"Certainly."

Helen followed Edison away from the reception area through a busy open plan offices. As Helen progressed she realised that all of the staff were female. They almost all wore high heeled shoes, and leather skirts were prevalent. Helen felt uneasy at what looked like Mr. Edison's harem, but then again, she guessed these women were free to dress how they wished. The leather skirts were elegant she supposed, and she quite liked that woman's sleeveless top.

"You do filming here?" Helen asked.

"Yes, I have a few small studios, just at the back of the site, one of my other ventures. You can go into them later if you like."

"I don't think I'll have time. Maybe on another occasion."

"That's a shame I hoped you would go there after today's visit, but I'm sure you'll see them next time."

Helen said nothing, but wondered what sort of films Mr. Edison made, she was curious.

Finally they came to Mr. Edison's large private office.

"Why don't you sit down?" Mr. Edison said warmly, gesturing to the black leather sofa set to one side.

Helen saw no reason not to. She began moving towards the sofa, rather than the office chairs, distantly aware that something was changing.

Helen's mobile warbled and she came to attention. It was Mr. Hallam, there was some problem with her computer, they had been unable to confirm something in the Edison folder while she was away.

"I've got to go." Helen said quickly.

"Are you sure it's that urgent? Wouldn't you like to stay and see around?"

Helen was about to agree that she could stay, but the mobile went again insistently. She hurried to the door, speaking as she went, oblivious to Edison, the office and the women around her.

"Ah, Helen, I'm glad you could get back. I'm sure Edison won't mind, it'll help him if you can get the plans out of the system for us." Mr. Hallam explained.

"Then I'll go back over there." Helen found herself saying.

"Is there a need to deal with it today?"

"Yes." Helen replied firmly, but then she felt less decisive. "I suppose it can wait."

"Right, I'll leave you to it." Mr. Hallam said and closed the door.

Helen rebooted her computer. It seemed to be working fine. She opened the plans easily, and sent them as an attachment to Mr. Hallam. Then she noticed a new large file in her inbox. She knew it had to be from Mr. Edison. Her throat felt dry as she moved the cursor to open it. In seconds her screen was filled with the rippling glossy!black and she was eotraoced, drinking in the siment messages it was giving her. She felt aroused, her sex rang wet. There was something irritating, something she knew she could no longer satisfy looking at the screen, something only Mr. Edison could resolve. She got up from her desk and walked out to her car.

Helen walked into Edison's office. She looked flustered, and though the driving urge to get here had faded, she felt this was where she was meant to be. There was no sign of Edison but Kelly was sprawled on the sofa. She wore black glossy PVC: a skimpy top which barely contained her breasts and hotpants that did nothing except accentuate her firm bum. Her legs were encased in matching thigh-length boots with long sharp heels. Helen watched as Kelly moved and the gloss that covered her body rippled and caught the light. Helen was no longer surprised by Kelly. She had forgotten that she had ever been anything except one of Mr. Edison's toys. As Kelly stretched herself lazily Helen again wondered what it was like to be dressed like that, how the slippery clothes felt against her body.

Kelly stood slowly, allowing time for anyone watching to admire her sculpted body. She walked a few steps towards Helen, her bum swaying clad in its skin-tight gloss as she strutted on the high sharp heels of her thigh length boots.

"So you are Shaz." Kelly said.

"No, my name's Helen." Helen replied, but it did seem strange to say it.

"That's not what Mr. Edison said."

"Oh."

"He said you were going to become one of his girls, Shaz, just like me."

"I might not want that." Helen felt her statement was wrong, as if she was lying.

Kelly smiled as if that was a silly answer. "He knows the ones who want to become one of his girls. If you don't look right yet, don't worry he will change you until you're just perfect, like me." She said thrusting forward her firm breasts.

"Just wait until he begins to change you physically when your tits are made large and firm, you lips lush and kissable, your bum pert. You will get the body you have just dreamed of. You will be unable to feel anything but sexy, knowing all the men will be looking at you. You'll be keen to show it off, you won't be able to resist easing into tight shiny clothes." Kelly gasped as she realised that was how she felt and she enjoyed it.

Helen shook herself, she was almost beginning to believe what Kelly was saying, but then she could never be like that, she was a businesswoman, not someone's pet, but deep in her mind she wondered with a thrill what it would be like to become such a creature.

Helen heard the door open and turned to see Edison walk in. He smiled and walked over to Kelly. He cupped her glossy bum and fondled it whilst he kissed her. For a moment Helen felt jealous, she wanted to be the centre of attention, but then Edison stepped from Kelly and turned his smile on Helen. As he did she felt relaxed, she wondered why she had had a poor opinion of him before.

"Ah, I'm glad you could come."

"I got your message, it seemed urgent." Helen had no recollection of what the email had said, but she knew Mr. Edison wanted her here.

"Ah, yes, yes. I have decided to terminate the deal with your company."

"Oh." Helen said. "Why is that?"

"I have what I want from the deal already now."

"Okay. I will contact Mr. Hallam and let him know."

"No need, I have just spoken with him."

"Right, so why did you need me here?"

"Well, you and I have business to settle." Edison stepped closer towards Helen, his voice becoming softer.

"I can do that over the phone from the office."

Edison laughed lightly as if she had said something foolish. "Ah, you don't work for Hallam any more, I have found a position here for you, we can start getting you ready for it now."

Helen felt bewildered, she was sure this was one of Edison's games. She tried to turn and leave the office, but something stopped her, she wanted to hear Edison explain what he meant.

"Of course before you work for me, you'll have to make some changes."

"Like what?" Helen asked, now she was not indignant, rather intrigued and her body tingled as she remembered what Kelly had said.

Edison rested his hands on Helen's shoulders. "Relax, I am just going to relieve you of your concerns. Look at Kelly, she doesn't seem worried does she? Just let me ease away all those concerns of yours, just let yourself think about the important things for a woman, a young attractive woman like yourself. You should make more of yourself, just like Kelly has. Shouldn't you? You'd like that wouldn't you?"

Edison's voice was hypnotic, Helen found it difficult, she tried to protest but no sound came out, instead she felt she wanted to agree with him. The image of Kelly came to her mind, how sexy she looked, the tight glossy clothes that she wore. The image aroused her.

Edison's hands were now resting on her head, she felt as if they were draining her will from her, but it felt good, she did not want it to stop. "That's it, let go, you want to become like that, show off your sexy body, have someone to pet you, look after you, decide things for you."

"Yes." Helen replied dreamily, she was unable to resist the changes Edison was making to her.

"Shaz, you are a bimbo, aren't you?"

Part of her tried to hold back, but as the words came into her mind and then to her lips, her body shuddered with pleasure. "Yes, Mr. Edison."

Shaz awoke in a plush bedroom. She was naked. She got up from the bed and walked to the mirror. She knew she had been changed, she knew that this was irreversible, Mr. Edison had given her a new body, the body of a bimbo, and all she could do was accept it, enjoy it, and make the most of it. She stood looking at her firm large breasts, and stood side on to see their profile in the mirror. She teased her nipples with her fingers. The long curved nails were now impractical for work. She pursed her full, luscious lips. Shaz stepped over to her make-up on the dresser. Expertly she painted her lips an almost metallic pink and outlined them in dark black. She liked the effect. She shaded her eyelids, loving how tarty the make-up made her look.

Close by she saw a pile of plain clothes on a chair, but Shaz ignored them, not realising that was her final test. Hanging up were the clothes she wanted, they were all glossy black rubber. She loved the way they glistened in the light and she was keen to ease her body into them. She knew they would cling to her skin-tight. Shaz was glad they were like what she had seen Kelly wearing, she wanted to look as sexy as her friend. She eased on the glossy bustiere, admiring how it showed off her large firm breasts, the nipples straining in the gloss. Her midriff was bare and she was pleased as it showed the diamond stud in her navel.

Shaz turned to the micro miniskirt. She eased her legs through the rubber and it clung to her tightly, soon it was taut across her thighs, and turned her bum into a slippery, shiny hemisphere.. Already her clit was rigid, her snatch running wet, as she knew what she was truly becoming, every step she took just confirmed and sealed her into her new existence with no possibility of changing back. Shaz slid her leg into the long shiny boot, sliding it up her smooth tanned legs as far as her thigh. The sensation was better than she had even expected. She hurried to put on the other and in moments she was standing with her legs clad in the clinging boots, her shapely arse thrust out by their high heels. She began walking, the tight skirt and long boots shaping the way she moved, swaying sexily. She was now eager to be seen strutting like this in these long glossy boots, obviously sexy to everyone.

Shaz left the room. The corridors outside were familiar. She knew Mr. Edison expected her on set. In moments she was at the end of the corridor, she pushed up the studio door and walked in.

The small film studio was busy, but Shaz was oblivious, she strode to her master, who was busy looking at some rushes. Obediently Shaz stood close to him. He turned from his work and saw her. His gaze lingered for an instant.

"Shaz, you're ready, excellent." He looked her up and down, clearly pleased with his handiwork. He stroked her slippery bum, he was going to enjoy using this one, he was keen to see how the blow-job tuition had taken while she slept.

"Thank you Mr. Edison." Shaz simpered, slowing licking her lips, one of the many flirtatious moves that had become embedded in her nature for good.

"How pleased are you to see me?" Edison said lightly. He knew she had been a tough one to convert and he was still cautious that the changes had taken.

Shaz eased up her short, clinging skirt to show her dripping snatch. At the sight of her quivering engorged lips and clit, Edison knew he had nothing to worry about, this was Shaz and she was his toy.

Shaz stood smiling vacantly, her body shuddered with excitement as she realised that Edison had made her what only her fantasies had dreamt she could be. She was now a true sex toy and she loved it. She walked into the office behind him, her gloss squealing as she moved, she knew that everyone would be looking at her, seeing she was nothing but a sex object, more erotic than they could imagine.

"Come on, you've got work to do."

Shaz smiled, looking forward to what her master wanted her to do. She followed Edison as he walked on to the set. Kelly was already there, dressed in a glossy rubber corset that left her pert amble breasts naked. She wore long opera gloves and her legs were coated with clinging rubber thigh boots. She hurried over to Shaz and air kissed her.

"It's great you're in this. We're going to have fun." Kelly simpered.

Shaz found herself smiling and agreeing with her friend. She realised she was looking forward to performing in front of the camera, it was making her excited to think of the men watching her on vieeo. She felt her pussy moistening afresh at the thought.

"Positions everyone." The director called as Edison took a seat.. "Kelly if you can lie back on the bed. Then if Shaz you crawl slowly towards her, then wait. Kelly you then command her to lick you out, and Shaz you obey." He knew that the two bimbos would have taken the directions, there was no need to check, the words would fill their empty minds until he told them to stop. They were already moving into position.

"Action!" The director called.

Shaz began crawling across the thick carpet, her glossy clothes easily sliding across the surface. She halted at the side of the bed, hungry to be lapping at Kelly's pussy.

"Lick me out." Kelly ordered, spreading her rubber coated legs to show her naked sex.

Shaz shuddered with excitement as she began licking her friend, teasing and arousing. She could feel herself running wet and looked forward to more action.

Jack Edison watched the monitor. He had done another excellent job, it was clear that his subjugation of Helen Jenkins was complete. He corrected himself, Shaz Lee, that was her name, she would never think herself as anything else ever again in her career as a porn actress. Jack felt a pang at excitement as he looked at the two still photos he had in front of him, the before - an uptight, arrogant businesswoman in a suit that did her no favours, and the after - a sexy, obedient bimbo clad in thigh boots and rubber, a bimbo that any man would be pleased to know. Maybe he should complete the set, a threesome would be nice, what was the name of the colleague? Julie Peters? Syra Renn would suit her better. Jack reached for his mobile.