Ashtray Transformation

I had finally found her, Lucy. A lady who offers such services and I had been looking for her for a long time. Very few people know about it and even fewer have such a device and use it. The idea is that you can use a device to more or less transform the human body into an object.

Such a transformation is relatively boring, even if you can make some "adjustments" beforehand.

It is impossible to get hold of such a device and so I searched for years to find someone with it. Ironically, the lady, whose name was Lucy and who lived not far away, was in possession of the device and even offered it to certain gentlemen with special requests for such transformations. So I got in touch with her and told her that I would like to be turned into an ashtray.

She was amused and said that a lot of people would wish for that, which of course immediately turned me on. "That's always easy. I transform them and then just put them on the table. They always get used, sometimes more, sometimes less."

I was in seventh heaven at the performance. We clarified the financial details and she asked me about the duration. I didn't want to know the duration directly. We agreed that she could decide and I didn't get any more information. Unfortunately, it took a while until my vacation, but the date was finally set. I fantasized about it for weeks and got horny about it, didn't get any information out of her and stewed until the date finally came, or rather the day before.

Lucy wrote to me again and asked if I really wanted to do it, how much time I would bring with me and all that sort of thing. I told her that I was on vacation and wouldn't be tied up that day. She also said that she might be sadistic or that she might not pay any attention to me, so there was no guarantee and nobody would know about it except her. I got hornier and hornier and listened to it all.

The next day I would finally have to be her ashtray for an hour or two, taste a fag and the ashes and then this fantasy would finally come true.

Apparently she was an early riser because I was called in for half past seven the next morning. But I arrived at her door on time and before I could ring the bell she had already opened the door for me. It was an apartment building and she probably had an apartment on the third floor.

When I finally saw her in all her glory for the first time, I was overwhelmed, but also extremely ashamed of my preference and what I had done with her. But she quickly knew how to distract me and we quickly went into her room, which looked almost like a mixture of bedroom and study.

I was allowed to sit down and she opened a computer program on her laptop. My excitement went through the roof.

"So before I transform you directly, I need to know how you would like me to arrange your senses"

I wasn't aware that I could choose this and was surprised at myself as I described everything to her. The taste buds were supposed to be in the cup, she showed me the ashtray. My eyes and ears inside too, I actually wanted to feel like I was looking out of a mouth.

She opened a graphic and you could see how she made some settings. Then it went totally

fixed. I could see that she was already very smartly dressed. Would she leave right now or had she dressed up like this for me?

"So I'm ready. Now please sign this clause, give me the money and we can get started" she smiled at me.

The paper only stated that she would indemnify herself against any claims in the event of an unwanted complication or similar. I was aware of that beforehand, but not much could go wrong. She would turn me, use me for a while and then I would be back.

It was signed and my money changed hands.

She then pointed a small device, similar to a remote control, at me, having probably aimed it at the ashtray on the table or whatever.

"Ready?" I nodded.

Without realizing it, in the blink of an eye, my entire sensory perception changed. I was on the ground, tiny in the ashtray, no I was the bottom of the ashtray. I felt my mouth around me, didn't really smell anything yet and felt stiff and hard. I wasn't able to move, nor was I able to say anything or draw attention to myself in any other way.

Then footsteps came closer and Lucy's beautiful face far above me. Her hand came up and grabbed me. The pressure actually went off and the picture changed. Wordlessly, she carried me through the apartment and everything happened at a tremendous speed for me. Then we reached another room and she lowered me down. She looked down at me as she stood up and smiled at me.

"Have fun, I'm going to go to work now. But don't worry, I have a roommate," she winked and then she ran off.

I tried to call after her as usual, but I couldn't, my mind wasn't aware of it yet.

I didn't believe what she was saying. She was going to go to work and leave me to someone else? Then I heard the door open and I was alone. My mood had quickly changed from euphoria to fear and I didn't know what to do until, after many minutes, I realized more and more that I had no chance. I had to endure everything that was to come.

But suddenly I heard another door and footsteps. Then another door. There was a soft splashing somewhere, then a toilet flushed. I was so excited, I could only stare at the ceiling above me.

The footsteps came closer and I panicked, nothing was working. A very pretty blonde girl briefly walked past me and sat down. With a thump, her foot was next to and above me, which didn't exactly smell fresh. I was probably on the living room table and she had sat down. Her warm foot touched me on the outside and the scent reached me. It was old and cheesy. She turned on the TV and I lay there like that, but it didn't stop there. While the TV could be heard quietly in the background, she played with her feet and her scent became more and more intense.

But that wasn't enough, she snapped her big toe inside me, clamped me between it and her other toes and heaved me towards her. As her toe came inside me like this

I tasted old foot sweat for the first time.

As an ashtray, I ended up between her spread legs where she left me standing. Immediately afterwards it happened, I heard the click of a lighter and I smelled the scent of her shame. I thought I was dreaming for a moment, but it really happened.

The smell of smoke was in the air and all of a sudden a fag came over me in a beautifully made hand. She gave it a quick flick and ash immediately landed in my eyes and mouth at the same time. It was hot for a moment and hurt, then it went. I immediately tasted the ash. It wasn't quite as pleasant as I had hoped or thought, but the fact that there really was a beautiful lady who knew nothing about me and I was being used by her totally turned me on. I didn't even know her name.

Again, she came over me with her hand and rubbed it off. It was actually very unpleasant when she did it because it all fell into my eyes and I couldn't close them. It even stung a little.

Unperturbed by this, the girl enjoyed her fag and didn't stop smoking inside me. Load after load followed until, without even looking down at me, she clamped the butt between her thumb and forefinger and pressed the embers directly into my eye.

I screamed like a spit from the pain but nothing came out. The embers were out and she left the stub inside me, so now I had to taste that too. My olfactory world was now filled only with cold cigarette ash, just like my taste world.

Just as she leaned back again, I heard another door.

It must have been Lucy again. She couldn't leave me here all day and let me be used like this. It was awful and torture.

Of course it turned out differently.

"Good morning, up so early?" asked a new female voice. "Yes, I wanted to watch a bit of TV and wake up, Aileen is still asleep?" What another third?

The two of them talked briefly, then the next girl in the group reached for me. She reached down on me from above with another very beautiful hand and held me tightly. She walked away with me while I just looked at the palm of her hand, into which the rather loose-fitting bracelet kept dangling. She opened and closed a door and then we arrived in the bathroom. She sat straight on the toilet and lit another fag. In addition, however, she shat herself out extensively and smoked me to death. She held me like a normal ashtray, ashed off and pooped there until the beams smelled.

She had an Asian-style face and instead of taking a normal drag, she always rubbed the cigarette against my inner wall, which caused me terrible pain. But at some point, she also coldly stubbed out the butt right in my eyes and went back to the others with me. By now, a third of them was already awake and the first two started smoking again before they started breakfast. They were chatting away about last night while they buried me under more and more ash. It tasted so disgusting and was just too much. The two who were still smoking stubbed out their fags together and caused me more pain, then I thought I was saved for now, but again, far from it. The doorbell rang and a fourth lady came in for breakfast. She had brought bread rolls and the like.

While the three of them were setting the table to enjoy their breakfast, the fourth lady lit up a

Fag on.

She quickly carried me around with her and I saw her talking to the others from below. I was always around everyone. She fumed normally and then the bad thing happened. She put the ashtray down and put the still burning cigarette in me. The embers got stuck in my eye and she helped set the table.

I screamed like a banshee but nothing was real, just the pain. They set the table together above me and the cigarette continued to smoulder inside me until it was finally picked up again. But only to take a drag, fanning the embers and then being stubbed out inside me again.

This stub also stayed inside me and my field of vision was already severely restricted by the ladies' ashes and the stubbed-out butts. I continued to stand on the table and finally had some respite, at least from smoking. The girls sat there and ate their breakfast comfortably, while I was between them with the strong taste of ash and filter and had to listen to everything. I also still had an appetite and my position only reinforced the feeling that I wanted some real food too.

With every minute they talked about intimate details between women and simply ignored me because they knew nothing about me, I felt more and more humiliated.

I was really just an object, a commodity that they treated heartlessly, which they were so used to that they paid no attention to it. To be bought in any store for one euro.

After breakfast, we cleared up and everyone lit their fags again. This was followed by a steady stream of ash, burning pain and other filters that completely buried my field of vision. So I surrendered to the impressions and listened as everyone finally left.

I was emptied and then put back on the table in the living room. Unfortunately, I wasn't washed out and so some cold ash remained in my mouth which I had to taste and which I felt I always had in my eye.

The remaining occupant in the apartment took care of the apartment and her affairs, smoked a fag or two and then left the house for many hours during which I just had to put up with everything and review it in my head. Over time, it became extremely boring and the taste and feelings were no longer so hot. I really wanted it to be over so slowly. When would Lucy finally come back?

It was already getting a little dark when the door finally opened. That had to be her.

I heard three girls again and was really disappointed. The same orgy with smoking and my torture continued. The three of them smoked incessantly like chimneys and filled me up. At some point, the doorbell rang and a fourth lady came in.

"Phew, you can smoke that on the balcony!" said one of them to the new arrival. She grabbed me without further ado, dumped me in the garbage can in the kitchen and took me out onto the balcony, where she placed me on the wall. Right on the edge. I heard the others inside saying goodbye and then one of the three joined the new girl. It was a stoner who lit her bag. She shared it with the other one and they both smoked comfortably and got increasingly wider. The ash ended up in me and after they'd finished they each had another fag on top. Completely exhausted, they went back into the apartment and probably continued chilling there. The door stayed open.

It was damn quiet in the apartment until movement came into the hut and suddenly the door inside opened.

"Is anyone there? There you are!" It was Lucy! She was back at last. I was so terribly cold and finally wanted to be human again.

Inside, the girls were chatting and it seemed that the two stoners were about to leave. Lucy had probably just finished shopping and was putting everything away.

"Why is the balcony door open?" she called out as the other two said goodbye and they told her about smoking outside. That was enough for her and she carried on.

Inwardly, I called out for her to come at last.

But somehow it didn't come and, to make matters worse, it started to drizzle slightly. I was getting colder and colder and the softened ash tasted even more intense. It was disgusting and I wanted to retch.

Then I finally saw Lucy through the window. She was inside, looking down at me, clearly recognizing me. She pulled down the shutters in the living room window and all at once she finally, finally came into the door to the balcony.

"Uhh, that looks like rain, so enjoy it and have a good night!" she said, closing the door and pulling down the shutters in front of it. I screamed like crazy, but it was all in my head. It couldn't be true.

The rain really got stronger and over time a small pool formed inside me. The ash was softening, the fag filters were losing their flavor and it was getting more and more nauseating. I got colder and had a constant feeling of trembling in my body.

I thought it was all just sadistic fun, which she had announced, and saw that the light was still on in the living room. You could see through the shutters, at least if it was light.

The time seemed to drag on forever and it became more and more uncomfortable. The wind was also picking up and blowing against the outside of me. Then, all of a sudden, a gust of wind came and even pushed me a little to one side.

"NO! LUCY!!!" I shouted again in my mind. The wind started blowing harder. I called for her.

Then the light simply went out. I panicked and a few moments later, another violent gust of wind hit me. I moved further and further, then another one came and I felt free fall. The world around me was spinning, the contents were falling out. I screamed, then I got hit really hard on the back of the head and banged somewhere, then I bounced off and then straight again. I was dizzy and it really hurt. I suddenly came to a stop and looked up. There were other balconies above me and I was lying on the ground somewhere, on another balcony. It had probably made a lot of noise too. Next to me, I heard and then saw the shutter being raised and the door opening. A 25-year-old lady, actually quite good-looking but very unkempt, at least that's the impression she gave, looked around.

"What's going on?" Then she looked down at me.

"Oh shit. Forgot it outside!" she said. And reached for me. On her hand with painted nails were some rings and gold chains on her wrists.

I totally panicked but only saw her palm above me holding me down. I went into the apartment and through it. The first thing I saw was that she was putting me somewhere. I heard dishes around me and saw only plastic and metal beneath me. A bracket that I was holding onto

that drilled into my face.

More dishes could be heard and I was just flabbergasted at what was going on. Was she eating? I didn't hear another voice either. Then more dishes next to me and something pressed against the back of me. Where was I? It also smelled kind of like old food as I gradually calmed down and looked around as far as I could.

After a violent jolt, the ground moved beneath me. No, I was moving on scaffolding, it got a little darker and I saw...NO! I was in the dishwasher. Then it suddenly went dark and I heard someone pressing buttons outside.

I screamed in panic for help, but the program started mercilessly. I was rinsed in boiling hot water, over and over again. All hell broke loose on me. In the dark, I went through the full rinsing program, no one heard my cries of pain, my despair and the agony I was suffering here. I was trapped in this machine and it kept running and running.

About an hour later, it finally went off and I felt more than just scalded and burnt. Nothing happened for a long time and then I finally heard signs of life from the kitchen. Would they come for me now?

As I cooled down, I also thought about what would happen next. Now that I was calm, I realized what had happened here. I had ended up in a stranger's dishwasher. Lucy didn't even know where I was. She had probably just gone to sleep and wasn't going to come back for me until the morning.

It took forever and probably the whole night before it got light again. Then I saw for the first time where I had ended up. The lady who had stuffed me so coldly into the dishwasher yesterday was carrying me somewhere in her hands. She probably put me on a table and walked away again. I could see a PC monitor in my field of vision, the computer was just starting up and it had probably been light outside for a while.

She was probably rummaging around and then came back. Apparently I was standing at my desk and looking up anxiously. In my field of vision, she was probably sitting on a chair eating breakfast. She was actually pretty but very unkempt. After eating, she burped loudly once and then the downfall began. She lit a cigarette and started to smoke. She kept flicking the ash firmly in my face, stubbing the cigarette out and lighting the next one relatively quickly afterwards.

It turned out that I had ended up with an unemployed young lady who only gambled on her PC all day long and smoked almost constantly. She tormented me again and again because she forgot her cigarettes in my gullet, ate all over me, spat in me when she had too much smoker's cough and left her cigarettes still burning in me because she hadn't put them out completely.

There was no getting away from this lady, she really gambled all day and smoked almost 2 packs. Long before her lunch, I could hardly see anything above me because of all the ash and cigarette filters. After lunch, the layer of ash and filters was only broken when she put her cigarette out in me.

The first day was coming to an end and I had to spend the night at her desk, totally stuffed and hoping that Lucy would come and get me or find me. This was not the case and so the second day started with her coming in the morning, emptying me out, having breakfast and the normal consumption and use continued. It didn't stop and every day was like the next. It went on hour after hour, day after day and then even weeks. Nothing changed except that I suffered more and more from being just her ashtray that was simply ignored. I cried in my condition

for nights on end and became more and more desperate. My world simply consisted of being used by her, the taste and smell of her cigarette filters and her cigarette ash, and the pain of her burns. No day was the same as the day before and it didn't stop. I eventually lost a sense of the days and weeks and it was even two or more months when the doorbell rang in the morning and visitors came. Visitors would come every now and then and they would smoke and ash into me but it was never anything special. The only thing I got out of it was that her name was Sandy or that's what she was called.

This time, however, it was different. Due to the pile of filters and ash inside me, I didn't have a completely clear view when the doorbell rang and my owner naturally left her burning cigarette in my gullet to go to the door. She greeted someone in the hallway and I didn't hear who had come anyway. The visitor was female and was allowed to sit on the couch. When Sandy finally took the burning cigarette butt out of my eye-mouth-nose area, she lifted me up and I saw her palm from below. I was quickly placed on the table where the visitor was. But I couldn't see anything yet. Sandy took a big drag on her fag and asked if the visitor wanted a coffee.

"Yes, I'd love to, black, without sugar" I heard a somehow familiar voice. I was surprised. But Sandy distracted me by placing her brightly glowing cigarette inside me and causing me a lot of pain. She went off to make coffee in the kitchen, probably making one for herself too.

I then heard the familiar sound of a lighter being lit and the fire being put away again. A lady blew her smoke in my direction but I didn't see her yet. Did I know her? The voice had been so familiar.

"NO? No way!" mumbled the familiar voice and then suddenly I saw her appear above me. She grinned down at me, took a drag on her fag and blew smoke in my face as she spoke. Somehow Sandy's fag was burning more painfully now.

"This is where you ended up? Haha, how cool. I thought you were broken or something. That means Sandy has been using you extensively for the last few weeks and had no idea, hahaha!"

But then Sandy came back and Lucy started rubbing her burning cigarette inside me. It hurt like hell, even mentally, but at least she made sure that I could see more.

But nothing came after that. She smoked her usual cigarette inside me, but sat so that she was above me all the time. Sandy put her butt out inside me, just like Lucy did at some point. But she rubbed it all out again so that I could see her better. The two of them talked for over half an hour about all sorts of things. Lucy lit three more cigarettes in the meantime and Sandy was in no way inferior.

It was so incredibly upsetting to see her all over me, her knowing looks and being able to do nothing but eat her filth and endure the pain of her putting her cigarettes out in me and then being left with the stub in my mouth.

After a long time, Lucy suddenly asked me a question that gave me incredible hope:

"Tell me, where did you get the ashtray?"

Sandy was unimpressed and, fortunately for me, replied honestly.

"Sounds funny now, but it was suddenly lying on my balcony a few weeks ago, now that you ask haha. Why?"

And Lucy really did. I was so happy. So she got me out. She told Sandy that her ashtray had looked the same and it had fallen off the balcony. Sandy apologized

and immediately went into the kitchen with me, dumped me and immediately treated me with the kitchen brush, which again caused severe pain.

But when I was clean, she handed me over to Lucy and I could hardly believe my sudden happiness. We left the apartment and Lucy walked with me up a few floors. We stopped in front of the door and she looked down at me. I was so happy and she was so beautiful.

"I guess you're happy to finally be out of Sandy's, huh? Haha. But don't think I'm going to free you now. The police were there and I was able to spin it so that I wasn't to blame. You're practically dead to the world. So I don't need some guy suddenly saying that I left you on the balcony and you fell off because of my recklessness. Whether you like it or not, I'll leave you as an ashtray and when I know where you are and what you're suffering, my sadistic heart will open. I think you'll get on well with my roommates, haha." With that, and without any further words, we went into the apartment. Lucy came into the living room where 3 ladies were already sitting and chatting. She was greeted and then exchanged the existing ashtray on the living room table with me.

I just heard the phrase, "all the dirt should fit in there and not fall over the edge again, haha!". Lucy left and I never heard another word from her, she never paid attention to me again, but treated me like everyone else in the household.

It turned out that Lucy lived with 3 unemployed very pretty ladies who did nothing all day but chill at home, do each other's nails and talk about stupid stuff. I was exposed to a whole clique of these women and was the only ashtray in their headquarters it seemed. There were about 10 to 12 girls in total and there were usually 5 or more of them using me. It was never actually empty in the living room and they were all smoking. I was suddenly put in this situation and from then on my life consisted only of seeing beautiful hands with cigarettes in my hands, with nails that were always well done and sometimes freshly painted, fingers full of ringers, hands with beautiful bracelets, bangles and wristwatches that dumped their cigarette ash in me, ignored me and caused me terrible torment by putting out a cigarette in me every minute. They were also all a bit assy, because they outdid each other in snorting disgustingly and, especially when it was snuffing season, they would pull their phlegm up through their noses and often spit it directly into me. The more disgusting the yellow and green mucus was, the bigger the applause.

Someone always emptied me in the morning and by the evening I was full to the brim with filters, ash, dirt and snot. I often hoped that when I was full and someone spat in me, I wouldn't taste any of it, but it ALWAYS seeped through to me and spread inside me. I also saw Lucy using me from time to time. I was NEVER cleaned up, just emptied out and the nights were also bad because the taste of her dirt only spread and intensified inside me and I had no choice but to savor it completely.

There was no way out for me because Lucy refused and so days.....weeks....months....years passed...