Trish was in a funk. Money was tight. And her only options for work were completely beneath her. That's why she had turned up to this station. It was a behavioural therapy company, Specialising in creating job roles for people with little in the way of earning potential. She had already spent time listening to the rep go on about duties, but her mind was made up - she needed money and a place to stay. Several of the other girls had walked out, but Sally didn't pay much attention to them, instead focusing on her bank balance - the app on her phone was saying she was far in to her overdraft. She had missed a little of the speech, but not too much. She had never worked in this industry before, but knew it could spell big bucks in the future.
Her job title would be a recreation officer. Basically, She'd be involved with entertaining the staff at the company. She felt that she didn't really need to listen, since she knew she could be do that easily. She was also going to have to wear a specific uniform and have certain cosmetic changes. This would all be sorted out at administration, so she carried on trying to move money around and sort out her debts.
After another 5 minutes, she noticed several more people had left. She and 4 other girls where still around. They looked scared for some reason. Sally didn't get nerves, so couldn't empathise. The lady at the front spoke up "... so with no further objections I'd like to invite anyone who does not feel they can work the role to leave. The rest, we have some paperwork to fill out but we can get your jobs allocated and you on the payroll very soon." Sally stood up. Time to start earning!
Contract.
"Now, if you can sign here, we can begin."
Sally signed the document and it was quickly taken away. She was sure she saw a smirk from the staff member, but she ignored it. One of the other girls signed, but she was crying. The other two did so as well.
"thank you. You are all now a part of our company. We have set up bank accounts that you will have access to when you have downtime. Please follow the signs to processing where we will assign you your new job roles. You will work in the role you are given, disciplinary measures will be taken from here on in for refusals or improper quality. Thank you for joining our team and I look forward to hearing of your progress.
With that, she left. Several new staff members entered and guided each of them to different rooms. Trish sat down in a large office and waited for her 'processing'. I guess they'll be checking our skill sets, she thought. Something felt off, she kind of wished she had listened to the full presentation. "Hello Number 6, I hear you've signed on for an 8 year contract? very good, we have an excellent position in mind for you."
A small but attractive lady was stood behind her. "Mr name is doctor Cole, I will be preforming your evaluation and any modifications you may need. Please relax. We have selected you as a recreational officer, correct? you will be working in our oral relief department. We plan on giving you several augmentations to both improve your service and appearance to the rest of the staff while you work with us here."
"what the fuc..."
"please hold all comments or you will be restrained by my colleagues." Two large figures now stood next to her. "Your modifications will be centred around the lips, breasts and buttocks. Your genitalia will be altered to better suit your job role. You will also be given behavioural control implants. That is all. Please take her to exchange. Oh, and one more thing, your contract starts on your first day of work. Due to the process taken on you, you will be unable to work for us for roughly 6 months. Each process is completely natural, but takes time to be achieved. Therefore, you will be living in the surgical wards in an induced coma for that time. Finally, you will not gain any pay for this period, but will also incur no costs. Thank you for signing up to our program."
Trish sat there, dumbfounded. "I'm not... you cant.. What the hell? That's insane! I will not..."
"she's refusing her position. don't hurt her, bring her in for her procedures, as planned. With behavioural mods she should become more compliant."
One of the large figures moved towards her, and held a rag over her mouth. Then everything faded to black.
Progress report 1
Everything was a blur. Trish could only remember small details of the last few... weeks? Maybe months, whatever time period that had passed since she signed the contract. She was kept sedated and bound at all times. During her periods of lucidity, she could recall having tubes shoved down her throat and being fed a strange chemical-sweet liquid. The only details she knew of otherwise was constant poking and prodding. She dreamed during this period, sometimes, but each dream was fuzzy. Trish begun to wake up properly, and looked straight ahead. There was a large mirror in front of her, and two people in medical equipment. "Trish?"
Trish groaned. She knew She'd been out for a while. Her throat was dry and she felt flush. "Trish, We'd like to show you some images. We'll be scanning your brainwaves and determining your stimulation levels. You'll then be free to finish your procedures. Thank you for your time." She spoke so matter of factly. The other doctor, a tall black man, turned on a projector. They then both left the room. Trish could feel wires all over her, and pads on her head.
A picture popped up on the screen. In it, a small breasted brunette was spreading her pussy. Porn? Trish was so confused. She identified as bisexual on her application form, but tended to prefer cock. The next picture was a black woman fingering herself. Then another bending over. Trish felt a weird sensation in her groin area. Checking her reflection, her jaw dropped in horror.
A bulge was in her panties. A huge one. Trish's eyes widened as she tried to focus on it, but they kept returning to the pornography. A large breasted woman showing off her tits. A BDSM clad female blowing a bound guy. A Lady at a gloryhole. The bulge in her pants got bigger. Erect. Did she? She can't have! It looked like she had been given a penis! She's got a cock! Trish tried to ask questions, but was still too groggy. Her new... Erection? Was threatening to tear through her panties. The doctors returned. "Thank you. We will repeat this session twice a day for the next two weeks. Your procedures will continue with your breast, butt and lip augmentation, then you can move on to your job role. Thank you again for joining us in this project, it looks to be a complete success!"
With that, Trish felt a coldness in her arm, and fell back to sleep.
Waking the Doll
Trish came out of her deep slumber. She was lying on the bed still. Her huge breasts felt heavy on her chest. wait... Huge breasts? Trish looked down. Her tits were at least 4 sizes bigger. She almost screamed, but was cut off by a voice. "just wait until you see your ass! Proportionally its much bigger, ha ha!" the voice said, in a casual, almost friendly way "allow me to take you through your current enhancements."
A figure was visible in front of her, but Trish's eyes hadn't adjusted yet. "Your breasts are obviously much larger, but still very much natural. They took time to develop. Please stand up, we'll bring you to the mirror. Oh and word of warning. Failure to comply will activate your compliance chip, so better hustle!"
Trish sat still. She didn't want to follow this person. Not after the shock she's been through. She was going to sit right here in protest, right until they let her go. For some reason her voice wasn't working, so she would do it through action. But she had begun to feel a pressure in her head. nothing painful, just a compulsion to get up that wasn't her own. The figure stood still, observing. The push to stand was increasing, and Trish knew it was easy to see. She begun to blush, to sweat. Fidgeting, she tried to ignore the sensation, but it was growing by the second. In reality, only about 30 seconds had passed, but Trish felt like it was much longer. "You're pretty good! Lots of our girls do as their told instantly, but I was told you seemed to want to resist. Your job specs were pretty clear though, and I'm not in the business of allowing contracts to go unfulfilled, so I've installed another little surprise into your internal systems!" Trish was actively fighting herself not to stand, the compulsion was so great. But when the figure pushed a button on a device they held, a slightly painful shock ran through her ass, making her body jolt. She pressed another button, and a similar shock ran through her tits too. The pain added to her new influence made her begrudgingly stand up, tears running down her face and sweat on her brow. She felt off balance, much heavier than before. That was weird.
"there we go. Those shocks run through several parts of your body. But we can also reward you for good behaviour. I like to give my girls mainly free will. You can fight any order given to you, but you will be constantly pressured to follow what your told. Check this out!"
They pressed another button. Trish flinched, waiting for pain, but instead a massive feeling of pleasure ran through her body. Almost like she was being caressed. She shuddered, and the figure began walking away. "I knew you'd like that. I can make you cum with the push of a button if you behave! Now you know the deal, what's the harm in following me? I'll show you more about your current, *ahem*, per-dick-ament, heh!"
Trish followed the figure, now known to be a tall svelte female to a large white room, with a mirrored hall. The two large male guards made effort not to look at Trish, but she knew they where excited by her presence, some how it seemed obvious. The lady gestured Trish to look in to the mirror. Trish did so, and tried not to scream.