Chapter Ten

Kellie Madison sat at her workstation with her legs tightly crossed, the posture forcing the hem of her pink-and-white miniskirt to ride dangerously high on her thighs. The morning was still young, and the executive floor of Futurtech remained relatively quiet, a stark contrast to the storm of data swirling on the redhead’s monitor. She adjusted the knot of her white button-down shirt, which she had tied so high beneath her breasts that the fabric strained against the heavy, unnatural curves she had obtained at the clinic. White knee-high stockings clung to her legs, held in place by delicate pink lace garters, while her feet remained locked in a permanent, agonizing sex arch within her five-inch pink patent stilettos.

The woman’s fingers, tipped with long, shimmering red acrylic nails, hovered over the keyboard. Yesterday, she had managed the impossible, cracking the encryption on Ethan’s most guarded server, and now she was finally sifting through the spoils. Her hazel eyes, framed by thick, artificial lashes and a dusting of glittery shadow, darted across the lines of code until she found the most unnerving of discoveries. A folder sat nested deep within the directory, labeled with a simplicity that made her stomach churn: The Barbie Project.

Kellie’s breath caught in her throat as she clicked the folder open. Inside were several documents, but one stood out immediately — a master summary report with both Ben Miller’s and Ethan Keller’s signatures scrawled at the bottom. The date on the approval line hit her like a slap. It had been signed off and finalized a full week before she had ever walked into Ben’s office carrying that pink crate. They had planned this all along.

She scrolled slowly, her long red nails clicking against the keys with every tiny movement. The first section laid out the physical alterations in cold, clinical detail. It described the permanent hair recoloring that had turned her natural auburn into that vivid fire-engine red, the dye bonded so deeply it would never fade or grow out. Next came the lip augmentation, the injections, and pigmentation that had swollen her mouth into plump, glossy red pillows she now wore, forcing her lips into a constant soft pout whether she wanted it or not. The document even included before-and-after measurements of her chest, noting the exact placement of the ultra-high-profile implants that had taken her from a modest B-cup to the heavy, round E-cups that now strained against the tied shirt. It listed the targeted fat transfer that had cinched her waist while inflating her hips and ass into the exaggerated hourglass shape she had been stuck with ever since. The final entry in the physical section detailed the vaginal tightening and clit enhancement, along with the small gold ring that was now pierced through her most sensitive spot.

Kellie stared at the screen, her heart thumping so hard she could feel it in her throat. Ben didn’t just decide to change me after I gave him Jake, she thought, the words sharp and sick in her head. They had the whole thing mapped out before I even put my plan into action. The realization sat like ice in her stomach. Every curve, every sensitive itch of skin, every sway of her hips when she walked had been chosen and approved while she was still living her old life.

She kept reading, even though part of her wanted to slam the laptop shut. The next section was labeled “Conditioning Protocols.” It described the work done while she was unconscious at the clinic— the careful combination of drugs, audio suggestions, and neural stimulation that had been used to rewire the redhead’s responses. The goal was clear: increased submissiveness, automatic obedience to male authority figures, and a dramatically heightened libido that would make resistance feel physically uncomfortable. The report explained how the conditioning would trigger waves of warmth and need whenever she heard a direct command, how her body would crave approval and touch even when her mind fought against it.

Kellie leaned closer to the monitor, her brow furrowing as she read the paragraphs again. The words looked like they knew what they were talking about, full of medical jargon about “neural pathways” and “subconscious reinforcement,” but the whole thing felt ridiculous once she really thought about it. She was a grown woman. People didn’t just flip a switch and turn into obedient dolls overnight. If they had actually done something that powerful to her brain, she would know. She would feel it, right? A constant fog, a voice inside her head telling her to obey, or at least some kind of weird compulsion she couldn’t shake. Instead, she felt like herself, just trapped inside this ridiculous new body that made her breasts bounce every time she breathed or her ass sway when she walked. It sounded like utter bullshit, something the clinic could promise to justify the bill they sent to Futurtech. She was still in control. She had to be.

She scrolled down anyway, unable to stop herself. The file listed specific triggers they had supposedly installed. A direct order from an authorized male would cause an immediate rush of warmth between her legs. Praise would make her skin tingle and her nipples tighten. Disobedience would build an itchy, restless discomfort until she gave in. Kellie snorted softly under her breath. Yeah, right. If that were real, I’d be dripping down my thighs every time Ben snapped his fingers. The thought made her shift in her chair, the movement pulling the micro skirt even higher and reminding her of how little the fabric actually covered. She pressed her thighs together tighter, telling herself the faint heat was just from sitting too long, not from anything the clinic had done.

The deeper she read, the more the details piled up. They had timed her procedures to coincide with her unconscious state so the suggestions could sink in without her fighting them. Audio played on loop while the drugs kept her under. Kellie rolled her eyes. It sounded like cheap hypnosis tapes from a corny old movie, not something that could actually rewire a human brain. She was still the same person inside. She could still think clearly, still plan, still hate every second of this. If the conditioning were real, she wouldn’t even be sitting here quietly reading the evidence against them. She would already be on her knees begging for their approval or something equally humiliating. The fact that she was still angry and thinking straight proved the whole section was nonsense.

As the redhead was deep in thought, the intercom on her desk crackled suddenly, cutting through the quiet of the floor. “Kellie.” Ethan’s voice came through smooth and calm. “I need you in my office. Now.”

She stared at the speaker for a second, her plump red lips parting slightly. The words settled into her body before her brain could catch up. “Yes, sir,” she answered, the reply slipping out in that soft, breathy valley-girl lilt she had become accustomed to. Inside her head, Kellie cursed herself for how quickly the words had come, but her hands were already moving, locking the computer screen and pushing the chair back from the desk.

Kellie stood up slowly. The motion made the tied white shirt pull tighter across her mammoth chest, the knot sitting beneath her breasts so the upper curves remained completely exposed to the cool office air. They planned this bullshit before I even knew what was happening, she thought furiously in her head. They had the look down to a tee, but I still don’t feel any different inside. The conditioning part has to be bullshit. I’d know if they actually messed with my head.

She took a deep breath, the fabric of her shirt brushing against her sensitive skin in a way that sent a faint, unwelcome spark of pleasure through her body. She hated how aware she was of every curve now, but she told herself the little flush of heat between her legs was just nerves. Nothing more. She ensured her computer was fully locked and reluctantly started walking toward Ethan’s office. Her hips rolled with each step in the heels, the miniskirt swaying and threatening to flash the smooth underside of her ass to anyone who happened to glance over. She kept her eyes straight ahead, refusing to acknowledge the few early arrivals who looked up from their desks as she passed.

Kellie knew she needed to get through this next meeting and then figure out a way to package what she knew into blackmail material. They had effectively documented her non-consensual decline, and she would make them pay; she was sure of it.

❖

Ethan Keller sat in his office with his feet propped casually on the edge of his wide executive desk, the leather of his chair creaking softly as he leaned back. The morning light filtered through the tall windows behind him, but his attention was fixed on the tablet resting in his lap. A faint, satisfied smile played across his lips while he reviewed the latest updates. The knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. He let the silence stretch for a beat, savoring the moment, then called out in a smooth, commanding tone. “Come in.”

The door swung open, and Kellie stepped inside, closing it behind her with a quiet click. The billionaire CEO’s smile widened into something sharper as he took the redhead in. He set the tablet aside, swung his feet down, and rose slowly from the chair, his gaze traveling over her with open appreciation.

“Ben told me he gifted you with a little clinic trip,” he said to the woman, his voice obviously pleased. “I have to say, the results are even better than I imagined.”

Ethan circled the desk and came to stand directly in front of the young redhead, close enough that she could smell the trace of his cologne. One hand lifted and brushed the backs of his fingers along her cheek in a light, possessive caress. Kellie winced immediately and started to pull away, but Ethan’s next words stopped her cold.

“Stay right there.”

Her hand, which had begun to rise in protest, dropped instantly back to her side. She held her pose exactly as she was, her chest rising and falling a little faster, her mind reeling at how effortlessly her body had obeyed his directive. What the hell? She thought the words rattling inside her head. I didn’t even try to fight it. It just… happened.

Ethan smirked, clearly enjoying the flicker of confusion that crossed the woman’s face. He let his finger linger on her cheek for another second before he stepped back, giving her a little space while still keeping her pinned with his stare.

“I’ve recently come into possession of some fascinating information, Kellie,” the wealthy, arrogant man continued, his tone conversational but edged with something darker. “I’ll give you the opportunity to confess before I tell you exactly what I’ve found. If you tell me first, your punishment will be far less severe.”

Kellie gasped sharply as her eyes instinctively widened. What could he have possibly found out? Did he have a tracker on his secure files? The question spun through her mind like a warning siren. She forced herself to keep her expression neutral, deciding in that split second to play it dumb.

The assistant blinked several times, her long lashes fluttering obscenely while she tried to play up a clueless demeanor. He can’t possibly know, she told herself. He is just fishing. He wants me to give something up.

“Gosh, Sir, I totally have no idea what you’re talking about,” Kellie said, her voice emerging in a dopey, feminine lilt that made her own stomach twist. “I’ve just been, like, super busy doing all the important assistant stuff you and Mr. Miller asked for. I haven’t done anything wrong, I promise.”

Ethan’s smirk deepened, the kind of slow, knowing expression that made her stomach spin nervously. He reached for the tablet he had set aside moments earlier and tapped the screen a few times before turning it toward her. The display lit up with a copy of a document, and Kellie’s eyes widened the instant she recognized it. It was the custom order form from LuvTek, her own signature clear at the bottom, the date stamped the night she had placed the order for the doll.

“Really?” he asked, his voice low and amused. “You expect me to believe you have no idea what I’m talking about when this is sitting in my files?”

The transformed assistant stared at the screen, her big red lips parting in shock. Her mind raced, but she forced herself to keep playing the oblivious role. Nothing on that sheet was a smoking gun, anyway. “Like, I have no clue what that is, Sir,” she said in her breathy bimbo dialect. “I mean, maybe it’s some kind of paperwork confusion?”

Before Kellie could process the implications of the form, Ethan swiped his finger across the tablet to play a video file. The screen showed the interior of the LuvTek facility, the grainy footage focusing on a figure she knew all too well. Jake, still trapped in his original, vacant doll form, was standing perfectly still in the middle of a corridor. Suddenly, as if answering an invisible call, he snapped into motion and began walking with a mechanical, stiff-legged gait toward a conveyor belt that led directly to the processing chamber.

“The process started the moment your order hit the system, Kellie,” Ethan stated, his blue eyes boring into hers. “I’ve spent the morning reviewing the logs. Although I can’t prove it, I believe you found a way to hack Jade’s programming and get her out of the facility untracked. I believe you have my doll, and I want her back now.”

Kellie gasped, her hands instinctively rising to cover her mouth. That isn’t how it happened at all, she thought desperately. Jake walking onto that belt was a complete coincidence. But she couldn’t tell Ethan the truth. Admitting she had bought the doll to distract Ben would only make things worse and open an entirely new can of worms. “That’s, like, totally untrue, Sir,” she said quickly. “I have, like, no idea where Jade is. I swear I don’t know anything about that.”

Ethan’s grin stayed perfectly in place as he slipped the tablet back onto his desk, the kind of calm, unhurried smile that made the hair on the back of the redhead’s neck stand up. He didn’t look worried at all. If anything, he looked like a man who already knew how this conversation was going to end.

“Thanks to my digital security team, I now have other ways to find my doll,” he told her, his voice arrogantly confident. “But I wanted to give you the opportunity to redeem yourself before I used them. You failed.”

He stood directly in front of her now, the space between them shrinking until she could feel the heat of the billionaire’s body. Without another word, he reached down and unbuckled his belt, the leather sliding free with a soft whisper. The zipper followed, and the wealthy man fished out his cock, already thickening in his hand. It hung heavy and warm between them, the thick shaft curling slightly upward as it hardened under the redhead’s gaze. Kellie’s eyes locked onto it, her plump lips parting slightly even as her mind tried to comprehend what was going on.

Ethan clicked his fingers once, the sharp sound dominating the quiet office like a command Kellie couldn’t ignore.

“Suck, Barbie.”

The words hit the woman’s body before her brain could form a protest. A bright, automatic smile spread across her face, her red lips curving into a perfect, inviting pout. “Yes, Sir,” she answered in a soft, breathy tone, the words tumbling out as if they belonged to someone else. Her knees bent of their own accord, and she dropped smoothly to the carpet, the skirt riding higher up her thighs as she settled between the man’s legs.

Kellie’s hands moved without her permission, wrapping around the warm, thickening shaft. Her long red nails looked obscene against his skin as her fingers curled gently, stroking him from base to tip in one smooth, practiced motion. Inside her head, she was screaming. Why can’t I stop? I don’t want this! Why is my body doing this? The confusion crashed through her like ice water, even as her lips parted wider and she leaned in, taking the head of his cock into her warm, wet mouth. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive underside of his member on instinct, slow and sensual, while her fat red lips sealed around him and began to slide down his length.

Ethan watched his assistant with a wide, satisfied grin, his hips rocking just enough to push deeper between those glossy pillows. “If you’re going to use that pretty mouth to lie to me, Kellie,” he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure, “then I’ll find much more productive tasks for those new, sexy lips of yours.”

Kellie’s mind reeled in abject horror as she felt her own hands tighten around the base of his cock, stroking in perfect rhythm with her sucking. She tried to pull back, to close her mouth, to do anything that proved she was still in control, but her body refused. Instead, she took him deeper, her throat relaxing as she bobbed her head in long strokes that produced soft, obscene sounds every time her nose brushed his stomach. This can’t be happening. I’m not doing this. Why won’t my body listen to me? The thought looped desperately inside her head while her tongue continued to work him with eager, submissive swirls.

Ethan reached out and grabbed the tablet again, holding it in one hand while the other rested lightly on the top of her head, guiding her pace without forcing it. He tapped the screen with his thumb, his breathing growing heavier as her mouth continued its relentless, sensual work.

“My digital security team finally managed to reconnect the homing beacon in Jade’s nanobots,” he said conversationally, as if the woman on her knees sucking him off was nothing more than pleasant background noise. “The doll will be back with me soon enough.”

Less than a minute later, a loud, angry voice echoed from the corridor outside the closed door.

“Where the fuck are you going? Get back here, Mimi!”

The shout was followed by the rapid click of heels on the hallway floor. Suddenly, Ethan’s office door burst open without a knock. Jake stood in the doorway, still dressed in the full French-maid uniform, his platinum locks bouncing slightly as he came to an abrupt stop. His blue eyes widened in shock at the scene in front of him: Kellie on her knees with Ethan’s cock buried between her plump, brightly colored lips, her head moving steadily while soft, wet sucking sounds filled the room. Jake’s body had moved on its own, drawn by the reconnected nanobot signal, and he couldn’t stop it no matter how hard he tried.

Ben Miller trailed in right behind him, breathing hard, his face flushed with irritation.

Ethan glanced at the French-maid doll now standing frozen beside him, then looked back at Ben, and finally down at Kellie, who was still obediently working her mouth along his length. A low chuckle rumbled out of him.

“Oh, Kellie, you naughty girl,” he said, his voice thick with amusement. He looked at Ben again, still enjoying the constant rhythm of the redheaded assistant’s lips. “I think you and I have something to discuss, Ben.”

❖

“Mmmph… mmmph… mmmph…”

The muffled whimpers filled Ben Miller’s executive CTO office like a steady, humiliating rhythm. Kellie and Jake were both on their knees in the center of the thick carpet, locked together in the most degrading position either of them could imagine. Kellie’s hands were cuffed in front of her behind Jake’s back, and Jake’s wrists were cuffed behind hers, forcing the pair into a tight, unwilling hug. A thick double-ended dildo stretched between their mouths, far too long for either of them to push out with their tongue or pull away in their bound state. The silicone shaft glistened with saliva that clung to its surface, dripping onto the carpet in slow, shiny strands.

Jake’s doll conditioning kept his body perfectly still, his knees planted, and his posture straight. He had no idea why they had ended up like this. One moment, he had been dusting in Ben’s office, the next, his body had simply walked into Ethan’s room and stood beside the arrogant billionaire as Kellie sucked his cock on her knees. Soon after, the pair found themselves on their knees inside Ben’s office while the two men continued their discussion in private. Jake could feel the dildo sliding against his tongue, the way it forced his own red lips to stretch wide around its girth. Every tiny shift sent fresh drool spilling over his chin, but he couldn’t move, no matter how hard he tried. His blue eyes flicked sideways to Kellie. The fear in her gaze told him everything. Whatever was happening, it was not good.

Kellie’s own body trembled with the effort of staying upright. She did not have Jake’s conditioning to hold her in place, only the unyielding steel of the cuffs and the sheer length of the dildo that kept her mouth stuffed full. She had been trying for the last twenty minutes to find any leverage, any way to pull back or twist free, but every attempt only resulted in the rubber cock pushing deeper down her throat. Her red lips were stretched obscenely around the slick shaft, and every whimper that escaped her sounded wet and broken. Saliva ran in thin rivers down her neck and soaked into the front of her tight white shirt, making the fabric cling transparently to the round curves of her new breasts. She could feel the heat of Jake’s chest pressed against her own, the rapidness of his breathing matching her own panicked rhythm. Twenty minutes. They had been left like this for twenty full minutes while Ethan and Ben talked in the next office, as if the two of them were nothing more than toys left on pause.

Jake’s mind whirled behind the gagged doll exterior. What the hell is going on? Why have we been left like this? Why is Kellie looking at me like that? What the hell went on in that room? He tried to speak, but the dildo turned every attempt into another muffled grunt that only pushed more drool past his lips.

Kellie’s thoughts were a storm of terror and frustration. This can’t be real. I can’t even pull away. My arms are locked around Jake, and I don’t have the strength to lift us both. She tried again to shift her weight, but the motion only made the dildo slide deeper into her throat, making her gag. Her eyes met Jake’s again, wide and pleading, silently begging him to understand that she had not planned for any of this, and that she bore no responsibility for what was to come.

The office door finally clicked open.

Ethan and Ben strolled into the room with an air of casual victory, their conversation trailing off as they came to a halt before the two bound and gagged captives. Ethan adjusted the collar of his suit and looked down at the modified pair with a cold, predatory satisfaction. Ben stood beside him, his arms crossed over his large chest, a cruel smirk playing on his lips as he watched the way the silicone shaft forced their mouths wide.

“You know, Ben, it really is rather humorous how it all turned out,” Ethan said, his voice smooth as he began to circle the pair.

The two men stood over them, looking down with the detached curiosity of collectors examining a set of second-hand goods. Ethan paused to nudge Jake’s shoulder with the toe of his shoe, the slight pressure making the feminized man wobble and grunt on his knees.

“It seems our clever little employees somehow convinced themselves that Jade being your personal sex doll was a much better outcome than remaining as my personal assistant,” Ethan continued, his tone dripping with sarcastic amusement. “Or perhaps Kellie was simply so desperate to reclaim her position by my side that she felt she needed to get Jade out of the way entirely.”

Kellie tried to protest, the sound coming out as a low, vibrating “Mmmph-unghh!” around the thick dildo that stretched her lips wide. Her eyes flashed with fury as she glared up at Ethan, but her body remained in the humiliating hug with her accomplice, the cuffs biting into her wrists every time she strained.

Ethan chuckled softly at the muffled attempt. “Regardless of the truth, it doesn’t matter now.” He stopped circling and stood directly in front of the bound pair, his hands clasped behind his back. “Ben has agreed to give me my property back. Jade will be returned to my possession effective immediately. In return, Ben will have sole responsibility over Kellie from this point forward.”

Kellie groaned loudly through the silicone shaft still buried deep in her mouth. The vibration traveled down the dildo and made Jake whimper in response, his own body unable to pull away even as fresh drool spilled over his glossy red lips. The sound Kellie made was filled with horror, but it came out muffled and broken, nothing more than another humiliating noise in the quiet office.

The billionaire’s chuckle deepened, clearly pleased with the redhead’s reaction. “I knew you would be happy with that arrangement, Kellie.” He glanced at Ben, then back at the two of them still trapped on their knees. “The two of us are heading out for lunch. We’ll leave you to enjoy each other’s company. After all, your time together will be severely limited once we return.”

Ben gave a silent, satisfied nod, his eyes lingering on the way Kellie’s fake tits strained against the damp fabric of her shirt. Without another word, the two men turned and walked out of the office, leaving Kellie and Jake trapped in each other’s company.

The door clicked shut with a final, heavy sound that seemed to reverberate around the suddenly silent office. Kellie’s eyes widened in pure horror as the realization crashed over her. They’re actually doing it. They’re splitting us up! She tried desperately to yank her arms free, but the cuffs dug deeper into her wrists; it was no use. Fresh saliva spilled over her chin and dripped onto Jake’s maid uniform while Kellie’s mind spun in terrified circles. This can’t be happening. I was supposed to save us. I was so close to finding something we could use against them, and now they’re taking Jake away and leaving me here with Ben.

Jake remained perfectly motionless before her, his doll conditioning locking every muscle in place. His blue eyes stayed locked on hers, wide with the same silent panic she felt. The pair were completely alone, bound together in that forced embrace, with no way to pull apart and no way to communicate with each other. The weight of the new arrangement settled over the pair like a suffocating blanket, and all Kellie could do was stare at her partner in helpless terror while the minutes stretched on and the reality of their new situation became painfully, inescapably real.

❖

Later that afternoon, Kellie returned from the copier carrying several files she had scanned for Ben. The ridiculously slutty secretary outfit he had chosen for her when he returned from his lunch was a sea of pink that left almost nothing to the imagination. A glossy hot-pink mini pencil skirt hugged her inflated ass so tightly that the hem struggled to reach the very tops of her thighs, the shiny material stretching and shifting with every bouncy step and threatening to expose her uncovered pussy. Above it, she wore a cropped pink halter top with thin spaghetti straps that tied behind her neck, the fabric so skimpy it only covered the lower half of her massive 34E-cup breasts and left the upper swells completely bare and jiggling softly. Pink sheer thigh-high stockings with delicate lace tops clung to her thickened thighs, and her feet were encased in six-inch pink patent stiletto heels; the straps clicked into place with a tiny heart-shaped padlock on each shoe. Her long red nails had been repainted a matching bubblegum pink, and the whole ensemble made her look like the ultimate office fantasy doll.

Ben had not wasted any time laying down the law the moment he returned from his meeting with Ethan a couple of hours ago. He had sat her down and explained in calm, commanding detail exactly what her updated role as his exclusive personal assistant would entail. Kellie had listened with growing disgust, her mind screaming that she would never follow such degrading rules, yet when Ben had finished speaking, she had simply nodded and said “Yes, Sir” in that slutty bimbo voice without a single protest. She could not seem to muster the energy to refuse a single one of them. If she was on the fence about whether that supposed conditioning had worked before, she knew without a shadow of a doubt now.

Kellie tottered toward her desk, the click of her locked stilettos sounding like a countdown to her next humiliation. As she reached her chair, she came to a halt, her eyes widening as she stared at the seat. Protruding from the center of the pink leather cushion was a seven-inch silicone dildo, its surface glistening with a coat of her own juices from the last time she rose from her position. It stood upright, a thick and silent sentry waiting for her arrival. She felt a fresh wave of nausea roll through her stomach, yet beneath the revulsion, an unwanted heat began to throb between her legs as the thought of obeying one of Ben’s obscene rules.

He’s serious. I actually have to sit on that just to do my job, Kellie thought in despair. I should walk away. I should walk out of this nightmare, but my legs… they feel so heavy. It’s like I’m being pulled forward by an invisible force.

After a long, agonizing hesitation, Kellie turned around and positioned herself over the chair. She gripped the edges of her desk, her pink nails digging into the surface, and slowly lowered herself. She felt the rounded tip of the toy press against her sensitive entrance, stretching her open as it began to slide upward. A soft and involuntary moan escaped her lips as the silicone shaft filled her completely, the girth of it pushing against the walls of her pussy until she was fully seated.

The moment her weight settled, the PC monitor on her desk flickered to life. The only way Kellie could access her computer now was to press herself down on the dildo until she was fully seated. The display was a vibrant and nauseating shade of hot pink, matching the new keyboard and mouse that sat before her. Most of her desktop icons had vanished, replaced by a restricted interface that looked more like a toy computer than a professional workstation. The redhead stared at the screen, her mind racing as she realized the depth of her isolation. She tried to open a command prompt, but a window immediately popped up stating that the request had been sent to Ben Miller for authorization.

He’s cut me off. I can’t even look at the company’s root files without him knowing, she realized, her heart sinking. How am I able to get us out of this mess with these restrictions?

Kellie let out a shaky breath and reached for the pink mouse, her fingers trembling as she navigated to the email client to send the scanned files. As soon as she began to type Ben’s address into the recipient bar, a mechanical whirring sound emanated from the base of her chair. Suddenly, the dildo impaling her began to move, pushing back and forth inside her with a motorized force. She gasped, her hands flying off the keyboard in shock, and the movement immediately stopped.

Oh, god, no, she thought, her eyes widening as she stared at the pink keys. Please tell me that thing isn’t wired to my typing speed!

To confirm her hypothesis, Kellie tentatively pressed a single key, and the toy gave a short, sharp lunge upward. The redhead gritted her teeth and began to type the subject line of the email. The dildo responded instantly, sliding in and out of her with a rhythmic pace that increased the faster her long nails clicked against the board. She was forced to effectively fuck herself just to complete a single sentence, her body shuddering with every keystroke as the silicone shaft pounded against her G-spot.

The monitor itself became a secondary source of torment. As the assistant struggled to maintain her focus, various messages began to flash across the display in white font against a hot-pink background. They appeared for only a fraction of a second, but they were impossible to miss.

I Am A Stupid Bimbo.

Pleasing Men Makes Me Happy.

My Body Is For My Master’s Use.

Kellie tried to ignore the subliminal psychological warfare, but the combined assault on her senses was overwhelming. The friction of the dildo was building a desperate heat in her belly, and the constant degrading mantras felt like they were being burned into her retinas. She finished the email and hit send, her breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps as the chair finally fell silent. The redhead leaned back and looked down at the new nameplate on the front of her desk. It read ‘Secretary to Ben Miller, CTO’ with ‘Barbie’ written in a playful, looping font below it; her last name gone entirely.

The sound of confident footsteps approaching from the elevator bank caught Kellie’s attention. She looked up, forcing a vacant, pleasing smile onto her face, but the expression faltered when she saw who was walking toward her.

It was Liam Fanning, the company’s Head of Marketing. He was tall, dressed in a smart navy suit that emphasized his well-built shoulders, and he carried his phone in his hand. Liam was the embodiment of corporate arrogance, a man who had climbed the ranks through a combination of genuine talent and a complete lack of shame. Kellie knew the man all too well; they had dated for three months a few years back when he was just a marketing administrator. The relationship ended abruptly when Kellie realized that Liam was more interested in his own reflection than in anything she had to say.

The marketing executive stopped in front of her desk, his gaze dropping immediately to the “Barbie” nameplate before traveling slowly up to the massive swell of the redhead’s chest. A slow, knowing grin spread across his face, his eyes glinting with a sadistic amusement that told Kellie he knew exactly who she was.

“I’m not sure we’ve met,” Liam said, his voice smooth and dripping with mock curiosity as he held out a hand. “I’m Liam Fanning, Head of Marketing. Are you new around here?”

Kellie felt a surge of pure, unadulterated hatred for the man, but her new ‘rules’ kicked in, sending a wave of submissive warmth through her system that she couldn’t suppress. Her head tilted to the side in a dopey, inviting gesture that felt entirely alien to the intelligent woman.

“Gosh, it is like, totally nice to meet you, Mr. Fanning,” she said, her voice emerging in the same high-pitched bimbo dialect she had come to hate. “I am Barbie. And yeah, I am like, totally new. Mr. Miller just hired me this morning.”

Liam’s grin deepened as he took in his ex-girlfriend’s transformed face and the way her lips were permanently puffed into a pout. He always got the sense that she thought she was better and more intelligent than he was. Well, look at her now. “Barbie. That is a very fitting name for someone as pretty as you,” he said mockingly. “I have a four o’clock meeting with your boss. Is he in?”

“Oh, absolutely, Mr. Fanning. He is, like, totally waiting for you right now,” Kellie chirped, her voice bubbling with a manufactured enthusiasm.

The redheaded bimbo began to stand up from her chair, and the long plastic dildo slid out of her body with a soft, wet suction sound that echoed prominently around her workstation. Kellie felt the rush of cool air against her inner walls, and the sudden absence of the toy left her feeling exposed and vulnerable. The redheaded assistant quickly pulled down her tiny skirt as best she could to hide her wet pussy.

Liam’s eyes widened, and he leaned forward slightly to stare at the glistening pink shaft now protruding from the center of the leather seat. He looked back at Kellie, his expression shifting into one of unrestrained delight as he realized exactly how she was being required to work.

“Well now,” Liam murmured, his voice dropping an octave as his eyes raked over her trembling form. “Mr. Miller really has upgraded, hasn’t he? I might have to put in a request for a similar model in Marketing. You look like you’re settling in exceptionally well, Barbie.”

Kellie felt a flush of shame rise to her cheeks, but she didn’t look away, her gaze remaining pleasantly fixed on him as if his words were the highest form of praise. “Please follow me, Sir,” she said, her bright pink heels clicking against the floor as she turned toward the doors of Ben’s office.

The glossy mini skirt offered no protection, and Kellie was acutely aware of Liam staring at her swaying ass. Every step in the six-inch stilettos forced her chest forward and her backside further back, a permanent invitation she was powerless to withdraw. She reached the door and knocked once before pushing it open to reveal Ben Miller sitting behind his desk, surrounded by his usual clutter of paperwork.

“Sir, like, Liam Fanning is here for your four o’clock meeting,” Kellie informed him, her voice sounding like sugar and silk.

Ben looked up, his eyes flickering from the arrogant marketing executive to his new secretary with a look of total pride. “Ah, Liam. Come in, take a seat,” Ben invited, gesturing toward the leather chairs in front of his desk.

Liam walked in and sat down, his gaze still fixed on the way Kellie’s halter top barely contained the new additions on her chest. As the redhead turned to leave the room, Ben’s voice stopped her, his tone casual but edged with dark intent.

“You know, Liam here looks like he could use some stress relief for this meeting,” Ben suggested, leaning back in his chair and eyeing his secretary with keen interest. “What do you think, Barbie? Do you want to stay and help with that?”

Kellie felt a wave of visceral horror at the suggestion. Stress relief? The thought of performing for Liam, a man she had once looked down upon for his vanity, was a bridge too far. She gripped the door handle as she tried to force her mouth to form a refusal.

“Oh, I have like, so much work to do at my desk, Sir,” she said, her voice trembling despite her best efforts to keep it high and light. “I should really, like, go back to my computer so I can finish sending you those emails.”

Ben’s eyes narrowed into sharp slits, his voice taking on a commanding weight that left no room for the redhead to negotiate. “Barbie. Stay and suck.”

The words slammed into Kellie’s nervous system, a verbal key that unlocked the deepest levels of her conditioning. She felt an intense chill race down the length of her spine, followed immediately by a heavy wave of inescapable compliance that made her limbs feel like lead, and her mind like a spectator in a theater. Her fingers released the door handle, and she watched as if from a distance while her own hand swung the door shut until it clicked back into place.

“Yes, Sir,” she chirped, a wide and vapid smile returning to her face as if the previous moment of defiance had never happened.

Her body began to move on its own, her heels pressing against the carpet as she turned back toward the two men. Liam leaned back in his chair, his eyebrows raised in a mixture of surprise and joy as he watched his former girlfriend approach. He didn’t move a muscle, his hands gripping the armrest while Kellie reached his side and dropped smoothly to her knees on the floor between his legs.

The redhead reached for Liam’s belt with hands that moved of their own accord. Her bright pink nails shimmered against the dark fabric of his suit as she began to unfasten the buckle. Every movement was steady and deliberate, despite the mental screaming trapped behind her doll-like expression. As she pulled the leather strap free and began to lower his zipper, she felt a single tear threatening to spill, but the programmed need to please her master’s guest was far stronger than her own shame.

I am really doing this. I am on my knees for this asshole, and he’s going to watch me service him with the same vapid enthusiasm he always wanted from me, she thought, her internal voice ringing out in helpless shame. I sure hope Jake is faring better than I am.

She leaned forward, her huge breasts jiggling as she unfastened his pants, while Ben Miller watched from behind his desk with a look of sadistic interest. That clinic visit was definitely well worth the money, he thought to himself as Kellie wrapped her plump lips around the marketing executive’s hard cock.

❖

Jake stood in the center of Ethan’s expansive office, his legs trembling as he tried to maintain his balance on the tall, black pumps. The trade was complete, and the billionaire was currently seated in his luxury office chair, watching the blonde with a look of calm, calculated disappointment. The office felt vast and isolating to Jake, a corporate sanctuary where the laws of the outside world seemed to hold no power. The blonde stood there uncomfortably as he waited for his ‘master’ to speak.

“I have to tell you, Jade, I am very disappointed in you,” Ethan finally said, his voice smooth as he detailed Jake’s supposed betrayal. “I really thought we had something special developing here. I thought you were starting to understand your place in my world, but then you go and pull a stunt like this.”

The billionaire leaned back, steepling his fingers as he toyed with the feminized man standing before him. Jake felt a surge of adrenaline, and to his surprise, he found that his vocal cords were no longer locked into their previous sultry French soprano. The “Mimi” program seemed to have been deactivated, leaving him with his own voice, albeit a version that was now softer and higher than it had ever been before the nanobots kicked in.

“I am sorry, Ethan, sir,” Jake said, his voice wavering as he tried to find the right words. “It was never my intention to escape. I swear to you, I couldn’t control myself. Something happened at the factory, an anomaly in the processing. My body just started moving on its own, and I was trapped inside, unable to stop any of it.”

Ethan let out a short, mocking laugh and shook his head. He rose from his chair and began to pace around the desk, his gaze never leaving the transformed doll.

“I truly wish I could believe a word of that, Jade, I really do,” Ethan murmured, his tone laced with skepticism. “But your hacking skills are legendary in the underground. I saw you breach our impenetrable firewalls, and you want me to believe that you managed to disable all those security protocols from the LuvTek facility without knowing about any of it? It’s a very creative story, but it’s a bit far-fetched, even for you.”

Jake opened his mouth to argue. He wanted to try to explain the truth about what happened at the facility and Kellie’s intervention, but he couldn’t throw the redhead under the bus further than she’s already been thrown. Ethan stepped closer. The proximity of the billionaire made Jake’s heart vibrate against his ribs, a frantic rhythm that he was sure the man could hear.

“It really doesn’t matter now, does it?” Ethan asked, a slow grin spreading across his face. “You are back where you belong, Jade, and I must say, you are looking better than ever. The LuvTek processing did wonders for your aesthetic. You finally look like the bimbo sissy slut I knew you could be.”

Jake felt a hot flush of shame creep up his neck, the crude labels stinging just as much as the physical alteration itself. He looked down at the carpet, his platinum hair falling forward to partially obscure his vision, while the weight of his large, round breasts made the black satin bodice feel tighter with every short breath. I have to try one more time, I have to see if there is any piece of my old life he is willing to give back without a fight, he thought, his chest heaving as he gathered his courage.

“If I am back where I belong, and if you are so happy with that I’m here, can you please change me back to the way I used to look?” the blonde asked, his voice cracking with a desperate, feminine pitch. “Even if you keep the hair, can I at least have my old body back? Can I have my cock back, Ethan? I just want to feel like a man again.”

Ethan let out a low, melodic chuckle and stepped even closer, his fingers reaching out to tilt Jake’s chin upward. He stared into the blonde’s green eyes, his own blue gaze filled with cold amusement.

“Oh, Jade, what could you possibly need a penis for?” the man mocked, his voice vibrating with a cruel delight. “You look far better now than you ever did as that scruffy little hacker. I am not going to change a single thing about your anatomy. You are a masterpiece as you are, Jade, and I have no intention of reverting you back to something so… boring.”

Jake felt his heart sink, the finality of the CEO’s words sounding like a prison sentence. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat, but his fat, pouting lips trembled as he searched for another angle.

“I considered reinstating you as my personal assistant, you know,” Ethan continued, his tone becoming casual as he began to pace again. “I thought perhaps you had learned your lesson, and I could use your skills in a controlled environment. But I simply can’t trust you around all these computers and networks anymore. One wrong move, one clever little script, and you could bring down everything I have built here.”

“Please, Sir, I’ve learned my lesson, I swear it!” Jake pleaded, his voice rising in panic as he realized that Ethan had a different plan for him, a plan that was likely far worse than staying here as a secretary. “I would be happy to work as your assistant again. I’ll follow every rule, and I’ll never touch a secure server without permission. I promise.”

I have to stay close to Kellie, Jake reminded himself, his mind spinning with the need to stay in touch with the only person in this company who had the same goal as him. If he reassigns me somewhere else, I’ll never be able to work with her.

Ethan stopped pacing and turned to face the feminized man, a slow grin spreading across his face. He looked Jake up and down, his gaze remaining on the frilly white lace of the maid’s uniform and the way the short skirt flared over the blonde’s wide, soft hips.

“No, I don’t think that’s the right path for you anymore,” the man said. “Seeing you in that maid outfit gave me a much better idea. I’ve been paying a cleaning service to handle my penthouse for years, but I’ve realized I have a much more appealing and functional maid right here in front of me. You will be coming home with me, Jade. You will spend your days cleaning, cooking, and providing any service my family requires. My son has just turned 18, and I know he is just going to love you.”

Jake’s eyes widened in absolute horror at the mention of Ethan’s son, the implication of the word ‘service’ hitting him in the face. He could feel the blood draining from his face as he thought about being a domestic plaything for the billionaire’s family, trapped inside a private residence with no one on his side, and no chance of escape.

“Please, Sir, don’t do this,” Jake begged, his voice rising into a frantic soprano. “I’ll work twenty-hour days here at Futurtech. I’ll do anything you want, just let me stay in the building. I promise I’ll be the best assistant you’ve ever had. I’ll never even look at a computer without your say-so!”

Ethan watched the blonde’s desperate display with an air of detached boredom, his fingers tapping rhythmically against his thigh. He waited for Jake’s plea to die down before he spoke again, his voice carrying an unyielding finality that made the hacker’s blood run cold.

“The decision is final, Jade. Your credentials at Futurtech have already been deactivated, and your relocation is scheduled for this evening,” Ethan stated, his eyes showing no sign of mercy as he returned to his seat. “You should be grateful. Most people would kill for the chance to live in such luxury, even if they have to work for the privilege. Besides, I think you’ll find that I’ve already taken steps to ensure you are properly equipped for your new role. I like that traditional maid uniform, but I find it rather boring.”

The CEO reached forward and pressed a button on the side of his desk. A soft hydraulic hiss filled the room as a hidden panel in the wall behind him slid open. Inside the recessed compartment, an outfit hung on a padded hanger, the fabric catching the light in a way that made Jake’s stomach twist with fresh dread.

The blonde gasped sharply, his hands flying up to cover his mouth as he stared at the revealed uniform. His voice cracked with raw panic. “I- I can’t wear that!”

Ethan’s grin widened into something cold and satisfying as he leaned back in his chair once more, clearly enjoying the way the color drained from the blonde’s face. He let the silence stretch for a long moment, savoring the helpless defeat that was written across every inch of Jake’s expression.

“You can, Jade,” Ethan said simply, “and you will.”

Jake’s eyes remained fixed on the hidden panel, the weight of Ethan’s final words pressing down on him until his knees felt weak beneath the short skirt of the maid uniform. The realization that this was truly the end of his partnership with Kellie and that he was likely forced to navigate this new chapter of his life alone made him feel sick. What could he do? How could he fight back? All Jake truly knew was that he was fast running out of options.

End of Chapter Ten