Reconstructed

 9/25

This is the newest caption to my Mannequeen series. The rest are on my index page

Lloyd Lake awoke in the seat of his excavator. The first rays of sunlight were just starting to peek over the horizon and bathed the construction site in a warm morning glow. Groggy, he glanced at his reflection in the vehicle's mirror and almost fell to the ground eight feet below. A delicate female face gaped back at him, pretty features curtained with soft blonde hair. He searched himself only to find a curvy body clad in shiny latex where his own gruff exterior would usually have been. Just as he was reaching a fevered panic, the radio on his dashboard began to play and a syrupy voice treacled out.

“Hello, Lloyd. I want to play a game. As much as it would please me no end to torture you for no other reason than being the brother of the treacherous Detective Lara Lake, I have a code to uphold. Fortunately...for me, you fit that code like you fit that sexy rubber outfit you're wearing. For the last six months, and I dare say your entire career, you and your co-workers have tormented every young lady that has passed your construction site with unsolicited comments, requests and cat calls. Well, Lloyd, it's time to see how you like being the cat. You have been fitted with a state-of-the-art female bodysuit that in one hour will bond to your skin forever unless it is unlocked. The key is hidden somewhere on site and to find it you will need to use your gut. You will see what I mean. Just follow what feels good. You have one hour...”

Lloyd was shaking with terror long before the voice ended but now he was almost hyperventilating. He struggled down the vehicle's steps on his ridiculous heels and gazed around the construction yard hopelessly. Finding a key would be like looking for a needle in a haystack. He took a small step left and stopped suddenly as a soft thrum began in his backside. In his initial shock, he hadn't noticed the full feeling in his stomach but now the vibrating buttplug had made its presence impossible to ignore. He stepped back and the buzz subsided. I have to embrace it if I don't want to be stuck as a bimbo forever, he realised in horror as a morning chill brought out goosepimples on his exposed buttcheeks.

Twenty minutes later and Lloyd was praying he was getting close. Through trial and error he had managed to consistently increase the intensity of the vibrations and now it was steadily jackhammering in his ass. He moaned softly as the pounding began to affect him in other ways. Oh God, he had never felt so horny in his life and with every step it got more frantic, more unbearable. His loins felt ready to burst. Looking ahead, he trembled as it became apparent where he was being lead. The trailer used as a yard office loomed in front of him and it was full of his co-workers getting ready for a days work. Panting, he approached, barely able to stand as the waves of pleasure washed over him. As the first worker came out of the building he could hardly remember what he had come here for.

“Hey, boys! Get out here!” The uniformed man removed his hardhat and rubbed his eyes in disbelief. “This young lady looks set to burst. What do you say we give her a good drilling to relieve some pressure?!”