Salesman - A Matter of Convenience
Jenny looked nervous as she waited in the back room
of the convenience store she managed. The owner had recently done a private
audit of the stores' finances and found large amounts of money had gone missing. They
had traced the money back to her and the owner had confronted her with the evidence.
Despite there being a justifiable reason, the owner was not going to listen to
her. There was no doubt she was guilty; she'd admitted it after all, and the courts
case would no doubt be open and shut. She had no money for a lawyer, either. Desperately,
she pleaded with Jack, the owner, to not send her to prison and that she would
take anything else as a punishment. Jack thought about it for a few minutes
while Jenny figeted, then told her to clear her plans for the next six months
as she would be unavailable. She looked at him brushing her dark hair out
of her eyes with tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Please, not prison ! I'm begging you!" Jenny pleaded
with the owner. "I'll do anything - no matter what - if you just don't put me
Jack looked at her sympathetically "No. I've decided
prison is not the fitting way to punish you. As a matter of fact, I've decided
you'll work off what you owe me here in the store with duties that are a bit unusual.
That's why I asked you to clear your personal calendar for the next six months
for these duties. I'll have a gentleman coming by tomorrow to instruct you
on your new duties. If you follow through on these duties to my satisfaction,
I'll let your embezzlement slide, otherwise..." he trailed off at the end of his
speech looking at Jenny with a determined look.
Jenny shook her head. "You don't have to worry. I can
clear everything I had planned for the foreseeable future. I'm willing to
do these extra chores for as long as it's necessary to clear my name." she said
Jack looked at her and smiled wryly. "I'll remind you
of that if this works out like I think it will.." he thought to himself.
The next day, Jenny came to work wearing a tight
fitting blue sweaterand matching pants. Even though she usually didn't pay
much attention to what she wore underneath, she decided to wear a sports bra to
accentuate her size 36 chest and high cut frilly panties that barely hid her shaved
pussy. She figured "If I can make a good impression on the gentleman I'm meeting,
maybe he'll help me out of my predicament." With that thought, she set
off for her meeting.
When she arrived at the store, she was met by a man who
looked to be in his mid 30's carrying a clipboard with one hand and a silver cane
in the other. The salesman introduced himself simply as Mr. Smith and ushered
her to the back of the store, where they sat down on opposing chairs.
The salesman asked her several routine questions about
store business which she answered with as pleasant a smile as she could muster,
arching her back a little and showing her attractive profile. She didn't
really understand what was going on but was willing to be cooperative, if the
alternative was getting put in jail. Strangely enough, she found it getting rather
warm in the room and she started to fidget a little in her seat.
The salesman then asked her to stand up and show him how
she would handle a typical customer. She stood up, feeling a little light
headed as well as warm. The idea of serving customers seemed to make her
feel a lot better though.
The warmth and lightness she was feeling continued to
grow till she found herself doffing her sweater and pants, showing off the undergarments
she'd had the foresight to choose for this day. She expected the salesman
to say something about this but he merely sat there and strangely his unusual
silver twin snake headed cane was glowing brighter by the second.
"Serving.. serving customers is so important... someone
must help me serve customers." Jenny thought as she found herself standing
rigidly. Amazingly, she found her skin lightening, turning to a clear plastic
with no freckles or blemishes. She also found herself growing shorter by
the second as her lower legs seemed to melt away, but this caused no pain whatsoever
to Jenny. She found her arms growing rigid with her upper arms sticking
upwards at right angles to her body.
The warm feeling continued to pass through Jennifer's
body as she felt herself growing lighter and shinier by the second. Her
last thoughts before washing into a sea of ecstasy were centred on her new state.
"I hope someone fills me soon.. making customers satisfied is what matters
here... it makes me feel so good!!!"
A few hours later, Jack entered the store to find
the salesman setting up the transformed Jenny in the new soda fountain area Jack
had built in the same area where the adult only merchandise was sold.
"As per your wishes in our sales contract, here is your
new root beer float maker." the salesman intoned. Jenny sat on the counter,
radically altered into a hollow clear statue with obviously what was root beer
filling the inside of her head and upper chest.
"This is how to make a serving for your customers,"
the salesman said before demonstrating. He picked up an empty glass and
held it under Jenny's open and O-shaped mouth. He then pushed in her very
flexible nose and almost immediately root beer began to flow out of the human
fountain's mouth. Once the glass was half full, Mr. Smith stopped the flow
and pulled the glass back. He then held the glass under the shiny left tit
and pulled down on the left arm firmly.
Almost immediately, vanilla soft-serve ice cream began
to ooze out of the nipple in the breast into the glass, forming a tiny pyramid.
"I used vanilla in this demonstration but you can use other varieties if you want
to. Once the left side is empty, you can use the right breast in a similiar
manner," the salesman beamed as he explained his new 'product' to the owner.
"Of course, what float would be complete without a cherry?"
the salesman snickered. He then reached up and placed the glass between
the fountain's legs. He then pulled down the right arm firmly while noting
at how smoothly the fountain's operation had turned out. It had been a complex
change to perform. Mechanisms were always tricky.
To Jack's amazement, with a small POP, a small cherry
rolled out of what would have been Jenny's pussy. "There's enough ingredients
loaded in there for approximately fifty servings. I would caution you to
keep the fountain out of plain view to avoid unwanted attention. Otherwise, I
trust if you keep the fountain in good working order and clean, it should give
you a trouble-free six months of operation," the salesman said with a flourish.
Jenny's thoughts were only of her new status. "I'll
make the best root beer floats possible... this makes me feel so good.. keeping
the customers happy all that matters.." she happily thought.
The salesman shook Jack's hand and promised him he'd be
back from time to time to check on the new fountain. He then limped to his
mid-sized car and after examining the amazingly lifelike painting of a nude blonde
on the hood, he drove off.
Several days later, the salesman was contacted by
his head office to inform him that the convenience store owner's check had bounced.
The salesman shook his head in dismay. That would mean that after his next
stop at the strip club, he would have to return to the store and dole out the
customary penalty as per the contract terms. "Ah, a salesman's work is never
done," he muttered as the shimmering car puttered down the road.
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