Chapter Six

The alarm from Jake’s bedside table buzzed with insistent urgency, pulling the transformed man from another restless sleep. He hadn’t managed to get a full eight hours since this entire ordeal had started. He reached out with one manicured hand and silenced the noise, then lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling above his bed. Another day awaited the new blonde, another day trapped in this body that no longer felt like his own. The weight of his impressive chest shifted as he breathed, those heavy, unnatural breasts rising and falling beneath the fabric of his oversized t-shirt. He still refused to wear feminine attire at home, no matter how he was required to dress at work.

The busty man pushed himself up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, the mattress giving a familiar creak under his lighter frame. The room remained the same cluttered mess it had always been, yet nothing about his life felt familiar anymore. Jake rose and walked to the bathroom, flipping on the light without hesitation. The mirror waited for him, and he faced his reflection with the same mix of rage and resignation that now greeted him every morning.

Platinum waves tumbled over his shoulders in soft curls that brushed against his bare skin. His lips, swollen into a pout, glistened even without any makeup, and his green eyes looked out from beneath lashes that seemed longer and thicker than nature intended. Below the neck, the t-shirt stretched tight across the breasts that dominated his silhouette, their weight noticeable on his chest and sending faint tingles through the blonde’s sensitive nipples whenever the fabric shifted. Jake lifted a hand and cupped one mound through the cotton, the contact drawing an involuntary shiver as pleasure sparked between his thighs. The slick heat there responded instantly, making his new fake pussy wet with wanton pleasure. Ethan really had done a number on him. The only saving grace Jake could think of was that he had hit rock bottom, and there was nothing Ethan could do to humiliate the hacker more than he already had.

He released the breast and turned away from the mirror, determined to start the day and get it over with. The sooner he can get this year out of the way, the sooner he can return to the life he built on his own terms. Jake crossed the short distance to his closet and stared at the plain button-down shirt and slacks, clothes he had purchased a few days ago in an attempt to defy his nanobot-enforced uniform rules. However, he already knew that every time he tried to put the outfit on for work, he ended up wearing the slutty attire Ethan had sent to him instead. He decided that it was pointless to try to fight whatever mind or body control the billionaire had over him. The only thing worse than being subjected to the humiliating style and mannerisms Ethan had forced on him was the attempt to try so hard to defy those rules and lose the battle.

The feminized hacker sighed and closed the closet door without touching the clothes. He moved to the bags stacked in the corner instead, the ones filled with outfits that made his stomach churn every time he looked at them. He loved seeing women in slutwear, but now that he was wearing similar attire every weekday, he found some sympathy for the fairer sex and wondered how many did it just to keep their jobs.

He pulled out a fresh set from one of the bags, the fabric soft against his fingers. A pale blue blouse with a deep neckline came first. At first glance, it looked fairly modest and covered the entirety of the transformed hacker’s torso, but the chest was low cut enough to show off the curve of his enhanced bosom, and the waist was tapered perfectly to emphasize his curves. A tight gray knee-length pencil skirt followed, with an inline seam along the back of the garment, which caressed his ass crack and showed off the definition of his buttocks. Sheer stockings and matching blue heels completed the ensemble, the kind of outfit that screamed ‘I’m sucking my way to the top.’ Jake laid everything on the bed and stripped off the t-shirt, his heavy tits bouncing free for a moment before he reached for the blue bra that matched the set. The lace cupped him perfectly, as though the bra was made specifically for him, lifting and presenting his chest invitingly.

Jake fastened the clasp at the back and adjusted the straps until the weight settled comfortably. The blonde slipped into the blouse next, buttoning it slowly and watching the fabric pull across his chest, the deep neckline framing the swell of his creamy cleavage dramatically. Despite the bra, Jake felt the material whisper against his nipples, sending little jolts of pleasure straight to the aching spot between his lips, and he bit down on his plump lower lip to stifle a moan.

After sliding into his lacy blue g-string, the skirt came next. Jake stepped into it and tugged the zipper up, the tight fabric molding to his hips and ass like a second skin. It ended just above the knee, professional enough for an office at first glance, but the way it hugged every curve made the garment far more provocative. He rolled the sheer stockings up his smooth legs, the nylon gliding over his skin and clinging to his thighs with a soft grip. The matching heels waited last, and he slid his feet into them one at a time, the added height forcing his posture into that exaggerated arch he hated so much. They were ‘only’ four inches tall, low heels compared to some of the footwear he had been ordered to wear, but they still forced him into a slutty stance.

Jake moved back to the vanity and sat down, his hands already reaching for the makeup bag before he could talk himself out of it. The routine had become second nature, even though he despised every humiliating second. The foundation smoothed over his skin, evening out his complexion until it looked flawless. Concealer hid any traces of his sleepless nights, and blush brought a warm glow to his cheeks, making him look alive and inviting. Eyeliner traced sharp wings at the corners of his eyes, mascara lengthened his already long eyelashes until they fluttered dramatically, and soft shadow added depth that drew attention straight to his gaze.

He finished with the lipstick, a bold coral shade that made his swollen pout stand out even more. The gloss went on last, leaving his lips shiny and full, the kind of mouth that begged to be kissed or worse. The hacker pressed them together and watched the color spread evenly, then stood and took one final look in the full-length mirror by the door. The woman reflecting back looked ready for a day of attention in the worst possible way, and he hated how perfectly the outfit worked on his altered body, and how effortlessly it was to look this way.

The blonde personal assistant grabbed his bag and keys and headed toward his front door. Work meant facing Ethan again, meant enduring the stares and whispers from colleagues who saw him only as a slutty secretary and never the man trapped inside. It meant pretending to be Jade, unable to say his real name, while every moment chipped away at his masculine pride. The hacker opened the door and stepped into the hallway, locking it behind him with a soft click that sounded too final.

❖

Jake sat at his desk and stared at the computer screen, his inbox filled with requests that demanded immediate attention. His work was monotonous and boring, and the morning dragged on with endless scheduling and email forwarding. He hated the corporate world, and now he was forced to act like another worker drone within the system. His fingers moved over the keyboard with practiced speed; the clumsy typos he had been making had slowly shored up, allowing him to work efficiently. The blonde forwarded another report to the finance department and leaned back in his chair, the pale blouse pulling tight across his chest as he stretched.

The intercom on Jake’s desk buzzed suddenly, and Ethan’s voice cut through the quietness of the open-plan executive floor. “Jade, bring me a coffee. You know how I like it.”

Jake’s jaw clenched when he heard his new boss’s voice. Every time he heard that smug tone, he wanted to clench his fists and punch the billionaire’s lights out. However, he knew better than that. The blonde pressed the button to respond, his breath emerging in that breathy, submissive tone the nanobots forced during work hours. “Yes, sir. I will bring it right away.”

He rose from his chair and smoothed the pencil skirt over his hips. The break room lay just down the corridor, a short distance that felt longer with the knowledge that every colleague’s eyes followed him. Jake walked with the enforced sway that had become second nature, his breasts lightly bouncing beneath the blouse with each step and drawing unwanted attention that he tried to ignore.

He pushed open the break room door and stepped inside, the aroma of fresh coffee filling the air. This particular space stood empty most of the time, with the executive personal assistants permitted only limited breaks. However, one figure already occupied the coffee station, her back turned as she prepared a drink with practiced movements. Jake stopped short when she shifted slightly, revealing the full extent of her outfit. The woman wore a cropped pink tube top that strained across her modest chest, the glittery lettering sparkling under the lights. Below that, a glossy black latex micro-skirt hugged her hips, but large cutouts on each side left her ass cheeks completely bare in humiliating fashion, the pale curves exposed and vulnerable in plain daylight.

Kellie turned fully then, the coffee cup in her hand, and her eyes met Jake’s with a flash of shared misery. Her red hair fell in perfect pigtails tied with oversized pink bows, and a matching choker circled her throat, diamonds spelling out ‘Daddy’s Girl’ in undeniable block capital letters. The redhead set the spoon down and gripped the counter for support, her posture rigid beneath the degrading attire.

Jake approached slowly as he parted his full lips to speak. “Kellie, we need to talk about this. Why are you following along with this?”

Kellie glanced toward the door and then back to the transformed man, her fingers tightening around the cup. “Like, oh my gawd, Jade, there’s totally nothing to talk about,” she said in that high, bubbly valley-girl tone the collar forced on her. She knew one slip-up would have her dropping the mug as she writhed in agony, and she tried as hard as possible to keep her punishments to a minimum, no matter how humiliating her actions were.

The blonde kept his voice quiet and glanced around to ensure no one else entered the room. “You don’t have to pretend with me. I know something is forcing you to act this way, just like Ethan forces me. It will be easier if you tell me what’s going on.”

Kellie’s eyes widened slightly, and she set the coffee cup down with care. “I am, like, super happy being Daddy’s perfect little secretary,” she replied loudly enough for any hidden microphones to catch. Then she leaned in closer and dropped her voice to a whisper. “Like, this is all your fault. Please don’t totally make this harder than it needs to be.”

Jake stared at the visibly uncomfortable bimbo in disbelief, his body shuddering at the woman blaming him for the position they were in. “My fault?” he exclaimed louder than he should have. “How is any of this my fault? Ethan is the one doing this to both of us.”

The redhead stared at the feminized man for a moment before clearing her throat and shaking her pigtailed head quickly, before forcing another bright smile that never quite reached her eyes. “Like, everything is just perfect here, Jade. You should totally stop worrying about me and focus on your own stuff.”

The hacker stepped up to the coffee machine and started brewing Ethan’s coffee exactly how he liked it. However, Jake wouldn’t let the subject drop. “Come on, Kellie. I’m trapped in this nightmare, and I can see that you’re obviously being coerced. We can find a way out if we work together.”

Kellie’s eyes widened, glancing up at a CCTV camera in the corner of the room. “Oh my gawd, you are being so dramatic right now. I am, like, living my best life right now!”

Jake felt frustration rise in his chest, the valley-girl tone grating against his nerves. “Stop talking like that for one second. Tell me what he has over you. I can help.”

The bimbofied redhead’s eyes flashed with genuine fear, and she glanced toward the door again. “Like, drop it, Jade. I am totally serious. You need to stop asking questions and just do what you’re told.” The woman’s eyes widened as she felt a minor jolt from the choker, as the device had decided her last sentence didn’t sound ‘bimbo’ enough.

The transformed man narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to press further, but Kellie cut him off with another forced laugh that sounded brittle. “Everything is super fine, okay? Now, like, walk me back before Daddy gets mad that his coffee is getting super cold.”

Jake sighed and finished preparing the coffee before pouring it into a mug, the dark liquid steaming gently as he set it on a small tray. He turned to Kellie and nodded, realizing that pushing further in this room wasn’t going to get him anywhere. She noticed the jolt in the redhead’s choker and figured they were controlling her through that. He needed to figure out how to speak to her away from the workplace.

The transformed blonde picked up the tray and followed Kellie out of the break room, the door swinging shut behind them as they slipped into the corridor together, heading back to their own individual versions of hell.

❖

Jake walked beside Kellie down the corridor, the tray with Ethan’s coffee balanced carefully in his hands. The redhead kept her gaze fixed ahead, her posture tense as she gripped her own cup for Ben, hoping Jake wouldn’t open his big mouth again. The silence between them felt heavy, loaded with unspoken frustration and fear. Jake wanted to say more, to convince the woman he replaced that they could fight this together, but he knew she wouldn’t play that game.

They reached the far end of the executive hall, where the more important execs resided, and Jake paused at his own station outside Ethan Keller’s office long enough to set the tray down. He turned to the redhead, ready to whisper one last plea, but a door swung open with a forceful energy before he could speak.

The Chief Technology Officer, Ben Miller, stepped out of his office, his chubby frame filling the doorway. The man wore a loud, obnoxious Hawaiian shirt beneath an open blazer, the bright patterns clashing with the professional setting. His face carried a perpetual flush, and sweat beaded on his forehead despite the cool office air. The balding man spotted Kellie immediately and strode toward the pair, his eyes narrowing with irritation.

Kellie froze in place, her fingers tightening around the coffee cup as she tensed up.

The executive stopped in front of them and crossed his arms across his chest. “Where the hell have you been, Barbie?” he demanded, his voice booming loud enough to turn heads from the nearby desks. “I’ve been waiting for my damn coffee for ages. What’s taking you so long?”

The Barbified redhead forced a bright smile that almost looked painful. “Like, I’m super sorry, Daddy,” she said, her face flushed with humiliation. “I got, like, totally distracted chatting with Jade here, but I made your coffee, like, just the way you love it.”

Ben snatched the cup from her hand without a thank you, taking a long sup before eying her up and down. “Distracted, huh? You bimbos do love a gossip, don’t you? But I don’t accept tardiness, Barbie. You know that.”

Jake watched the exchange with growing anger, his fists clenched at his sides. The way Ben spoke to her, like she existed only to serve him, made his blood boil. Ethan was a total chauvinist and a control freak, but this man, currently before the blonde, was an open misogynist and a pervert. Jake never thought he’d feel sorry for someone else, considering his own predicament. He opened his mouth to say something, anything to defend her, but the words caught shamefully in his throat as Ben turned his attention to the transformed hacker.

Ben’s gaze shifted to Jake and traveled downward in a slow, deliberate sweep that lingered on the blonde’s chest. He let out a low, perverted whistle and stepped closer, his presence imposing in the confined space between the man and the desk. The chubby man looked Jake over with open appreciation. “And who do we have here? You must be Ethan’s new assistant. Damn, he knows how to pick them. You may even be better than his old one.” He chuckled to himself as he winked at the redhead beside him.

Jake felt heat flood his cheeks as Ben’s stare lingered on his blouse, the fabric doing little to hide the swell of his enhanced breasts. He wanted to snap back and put this disgusting man in his place, but the nanobots ensured he could only speak in a respectful, submissive tone, and he knew any wayward words would land him with a punishment. “My name is Jade, sir. It is very nice to meet you.”

Ben’s grin widened, revealing yellowed teeth as he leaned in closer, the scent of his overpowering cologne flooding Jake’s senses. The crude CTO lifted a hand and openly groped one of the blonde’s inviting breasts. “Jade, huh? It suits you. With tits like these, you’ll fit in well around here. Did Ethan pay for them?”

The blonde’s body remained frozen under the unwanted touch, his nipple hardening instantly against the man’s palm through the thin blouse and bra. A jolt of unexpected pleasure shot straight to his pussy, making it clench and grow slick despite the rage boiling inside him.

Kellie giggled in that high, artificial way her collar demanded as she stood with relief that she wasn’t the one being fondled for once. “Like, Daddy, you’re so naughty. Jade’s totally new here, and she’s already ready to make a good impression.”

Ben squeezed harder, his thumb circling the hardened peak with gentle pressure. Jake gasped, the unwanted pleasure building until his thighs pressed together instinctively. The executive laughed again and gave the mound one final pat before releasing it.

“I bet she is,” the CTO said with satisfaction. He turned his attention back to Kellie and delivered a sharp slap to one of her exposed ass cheeks, the sound ringing out clearly. The redhead jumped slightly but maintained her forced smile.

“Get your pretty little ass in my office now, Barbie,” Ben ordered. “We’ve got your daily performance review to go over, and you know how I like to be thorough.”

Kellie visibly shuddered before nodding eagerly and stepping toward the door. “Yes, Daddy. Like, I can’t wait to show you how good I’ve been.”

Ben wrapped an arm around his secretary’s waist and pulled her close, his hand sliding down to cup the bare curve he had just slapped. He guided the redhead inside, the door closing behind them with a decisive click that left Jake standing alone in the corridor.

Jake stood frozen for a moment, the lingering tingle from Ben’s groping hand still burning on his breast. He hated how Ethan had programmed his body to respond and how his fake pussy reacted when men showed him attention. His phone buzzed in the desk drawer, pulling the hacker from the shock, and he pulled it out with his manicured fingers. It was a message from Richard Staunton, the creepy investor Jake had unwittingly agreed to a second date with. “Looking forward to our special date tomorrow night, gorgeous. I got something extra special planned. Don’t be late ;).”

The blonde sighed deeply, the sound heavy with dread, and set the phone face down. He didn’t want to go on that damn date, but Ethan had made it clear that upsetting one of the billionaire’s top investors was not an objective the hacker was allowed to entertain. He reached for the mug of coffee on the tray and headed toward Ethan’s office door. The blonde knocked softly before entering, knowing that as bad as his life was right now, at least he didn’t have a boss like Ben Miller.

❖

The following evening, Ethan sat in his office and watched the live feed from Jake’s apartment with a wide grin spread across his face. The blonde hacker perched on the edge of his bed in nothing but an oversized band tee and a pair of white panties, his heavy breasts straining against the fabric as he stared at the large pink box that had arrived earlier that day. Richard had excellent taste, and Ethan appreciated the investor’s enthusiasm for the game. Jake had been delaying the inevitable for over an hour, his fingers occasionally brushing the box lid before pulling away as if it burned him.

The CEO leaned back in his chair and shook his head with amusement. The boy still fought every step, even when resistance only prolonged his suffering. The dark-blond-haired man reached for his phone and opened the custom app, his thumb hovering over the controls for a moment before he pressed a sequence of buttons with deliberate satisfaction. “It’s time for our Cinderella to start getting ready for the prom,” he chuckled to himself as he activated the command.

In the apartment, Jake’s eyes widened as his body betrayed him once more. He tried to stay seated, to keep staring dead ahead in silent rebellion, but his legs unfolded and carried him upright without permission. His hands grasped the hem of the t-shirt and lifted it over his head in one fluid motion. The oversized shirt fell to the floor, leaving the horrified hacker in only the white panties that clung to his curves.

The blonde fought against the invisible pull, willing his arms to stop, but they ignored every command. His fingers hooked into the waistband of the panties and tugged them down his smooth legs, stepping out of them automatically. Naked now, Jake’s body moved toward the pink box, his breasts bouncing with each enforced step as he approached the disgusting outfit.

His hands lifted the lid and set it aside, revealing layers of gleaming gold fabric that caught the dim apartment light like polished metal. The outfit lay folded with deliberate care, every piece designed to turn the wearer into a living trophy. Jake’s fingers grasped the first item, a tiny gold lamé bikini top with thin straps and triangular cups barely large enough to contain half of the transformed blonde’s large breasts. He slipped his arms through the straps and fastened them skillfully behind his back, the cool material pressing tight against his sensitive nipples until they hardened into visible peaks.

The matching bottom came next, a minuscule gold thong that rode high on his hips and disappeared between the hacker’s rounded ass cheeks. The front panel stretched over his smooth mound, the fabric so thin it outlined every contour of his faux-pussy beneath. Jake’s body turned to the mirror as his hands smoothed the thong into place, the reflection showing a plastic, golden goddess staring back with wide, horrified eyes.

Clear platform heels waited at the bottom of the box, seven inches high with no mercy for balance. His feet slid into them effortlessly, the height forcing his posture into an exaggerated arch that thrust his barely covered chest forward and made his ass round out even more. The gold accessories followed: long dangling earrings that brushed his shoulders, a thick choker necklace with a large diamond pendant that nestled in his cleavage, and matching bangles that clinked softly on his wrists.

Makeup completed the transformation. His hands moved to the vanity with terrifying precision, applying thick foundation that gave his skin an unnatural, flawless golden sheen. Heavy contour sharpened the blonde’s cheekbones, glittery gold shadow coated his lids, and false lashes lengthened until they fluttered dramatically. The final touch came with the glossy gold lipstick that made his swollen pout shine like liquid metal, the color matching the outfit perfectly.

Jake stood and faced the full-length mirror, horror flooding through him at the reflection. The gold bikini shimmered against his skin, turning his body into a living trophy girlfriend, plastic and perfect in the most degrading way. The platforms made his legs look endless, his ass pushed out in a blatant display, and his big bosom strained against the tiny top, threatening to spill free with every breath. The makeup transformed the blonde’s face into pure seduction; the gold lips parted gently as if ready for use.

The doorbell rang, and Jake’s body moved before he could brace himself. He walked to the door with that perfect, swaying strut, the platforms forcing each step into a slow, sensual rhythm. His hands turned the knob, and the moment he saw the grinning man standing before him, the blonde regained control of his body. The investor’s eyes raked over Jake with open hunger, a slow smile spreading across his face.

Richard stepped inside without waiting for an invitation. He closed the door behind him and reached for his date immediately, his strong hands gripping the blonde’s waist and pulling him close. The investor’s mouth descended on Jake’s glossy gold lips in a demanding kiss, his tongue pushing past the swollen pout to claim every inch. Jake was frozen in place, too shocked at the events to react as his breasts pressed against the older man’s chest.

The well-dressed man broke the kiss only to trail his mouth down Jake’s neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin while one hand slid lower to cup the rounded curve of his bare ass through the thin gold thong.

The investor pulled back just enough to admire his work, his fingers tracing the edge of the bikini top where it strained against the blonde’s assets. “You look incredible,” he complimented his date, his voice thick with desire. Richard tugged one triangle of the fabric aside, exposing a hardening nipple to the cool air, and lowered his head to capture it between his lips.

Jake’s back arched as Richard sucked hard, the pleasure shooting straight to his pussy and making it clench with desperate, unwanted need. Richard’s free hand slipped between Jake’s thighs, fingers brushing the thin strip of gold fabric that covered his slick folds. The touch sent sparks through the transformed man’s body, his knees weakening as wetness soaked the thong.

Richard released the nipple with a wet pop and straightened, his eyes dark with lust. “We should get going,” he said, though his hand lingered between his date’s legs, stroking slowly. “We have a tour to get to, I think you’re just gonna love.”

The transformed hacker was too lost in the moment to respond, simply nodding his head, hoping the investor would remove his hand from Jake’s sensitive parts before he orgasmed right there and then. Richard finally grinned and withdrew his hand, giving Jake’s ass one final squeeze before reopening the door.

The blonde followed him out into the hallway, the platforms carrying him forward with that enforced sensual sway. Richard wrapped an arm around his waist as they headed for the elevator, his fingers tracing the curve where the g-string disappeared between Jake’s cheeks. The doors closed behind them, sealing Jake into the date and whatever fresh degradation awaited.

❖

Richard opened the heavy glass door and held it open for the scantily-clad Jake, his hand resting possessively on the blonde’s lower back as they stepped into the LuvTek Lovedoll Factory. The entrance hall stretched wide and bright, as Jake’s platforms carried him forward into the lobby. Of all the places the transformed blonde thought he was being taken tonight, a sex doll factory was pretty low down on the list, but he continued silently walking ahead.

Richard guided him deeper inside, speaking with pride in his voice. “This place is one of my best investments. LuvTek builds the most realistic lovedolls on the market. I thought someone like you would appreciate a private after-hours tour. You’ll see why they’re in a league of their own.”

Jake wanted to demand answers, to ask why Richard had brought him to a factory that manufactured sex dolls, but he couldn’t manage the words whirring in his mind. His lips parted, a mixture of confusion and nervousness flickering across his face. “Okay,” he squeaked flatly.

A man emerged from a side door and hurried toward them, wiping his hands on a lab coat that strained across his wide belly. Colin had a flushed face. His thinning hair was slicked back with too much product. He looked young, perhaps in his early twenties, and nervous as he approached the important investor and his date. He extended a sweaty palm toward Richard.

Richard shook it firmly and kept his other arm around Jake’s waist. “Colin, perfect timing. I’m glad you could accommodate me at such short notice,” he smiled before turning to the blonde. “This is Jade. She works over at Futurtech. I promised her the full experience tonight.”

“Futuretech?” Colin questioned with a smile as his gaze traveled over the bikini-clad blonde with open appreciation before he met Jake’s eyes again. “My uncle Ben is an executive over there. That company is going places.” He offered his hand to the busty hacker.

Jake took the offered hand, his manicured fingers soft against Colin’s clammy grip. The contact lasted longer than necessary as the pudgy man’s eyes dipped to the plunging neckline of the gold bikini bra before returning to Jake’s face. Jake thought about what the tour guide had said. Was this Ben Miller’s nephew? He sure as hell hoped the young man was less perverted than his uncle, although considering where Colin worked, Jake doubted that was the case.

Colin released the hand and gestured down the hallway. “Let’s start the grand tour. I’ll show you what makes LuvTek so special.”

The tour guide led them through a set of double doors. They entered a long gallery lined with display cases. Each case held a lovedoll posed in seductive stillness. Their skin appeared flawless and smooth under the spotlights. Some wore lingerie. Others wore nothing at all. Their bodies were sculpted to suit all preferences: tall, extremely short, athletic, or busty and curvy.

Colin stopped at the first case and gestured proudly. “Our biosynthetic skin is the breakthrough. It feels warm. It responds to touch and even develops goosebumps under the right conditions. We have put everything into creating the most realistic doll the world has ever seen. 48% of our testing group couldn’t tell the difference between a LuvTek doll and a real woman.” He smiled as he looked the blonde up and down. “Our clients can even create bespoke orders and customize everything about their future purchase. Eye color to nipple shade, all is customizable.”

Richard’s arm tightened around the scantily-clad blonde’s waist, his fingers tracing lazy circles above the g-string’s waistband. “Tell her about the nanotech, Colin. That’s what sets you apart from those fools at Pleasure Technologies.”

The large man nodded eagerly and moved to the next display, a doll with deep caramel skin and full, rounded breasts that shone under the spotlight. “The nanotechnology is proprietary and revolutionary. We inject billions of programmable nanobots that integrate into every biosynthetic cell of the doll. They allow real-time customization long after production. Height adjustments, body proportions, sensitivity levels, and even behavioral programming. The client decides, and the doll becomes exactly what they desire.”

Jake’s eyes widened, and his stomach twisted as the explanation sank in. His hands clenched at his sides, and he fought to control his breathing. He had searched heaven and earth for an explanation of what was happening to him on the dark web, and the mention of nanobots came up several times, although he dismissed it as science fiction writing. However, Colin’s explanation matched too closely with his own nightmare, the invisible force that reshaped him at Ethan’s whim. The blonde’s faux pussy clenched involuntarily, a mix of dread and disbelief reflecting on his face. Was it possible the billionaire had used those same nanobots on him to turn him into this busty blonde who couldn’t even say his own name at work?

Colin continued walking and pointed to another doll posed on a velvet chaise, her legs spread wide in invitation. “Behavioral programming the bots is where we really shine. The nanobots are linked to the doll’s central nervous system, creating instinctive responses we can manipulate to our liking. A doll can be programmed for any personality, any level of obedience or enthusiasm, or even none of those things. Some clients want to be shy and submissive, and some want more of a challenge. Our dolls can behave in ways that are indistinguishable from humans.”

Richard’s hand slipped lower and cupped Jake’s bare ass fully, squeezing the firm flesh as he pulled the blonde tighter against his side. “Imagine the possibilities,” he grinned, his breath warm against the blonde’s ear. “A companion who never argues, never ages, always ready and eager. There will almost be no use for a real woman anymore,” he chuckled and squeezed Jake’s ass to make it clear he was joking.

Colin led them further, stopping at a case with twin dolls posed together, their identical bodies entwined in an erotic embrace. “We can even create multiples for clients with specific tastes. The nanobots ensure perfect synchronization for extra fun and control.”

The investor’s grin widened as he released Jake’s ass and clapped Colin on the shoulder. “You guys are doing great work here, Colin. Now show us where the real magic happens.”

The pudgy tour guide nodded with enthusiasm and turned toward a silver door at the end of the gallery, the sign above reading “Processing Floor – Authorized Personnel Only.” The man swiped his badge and held the door open for the couple. “After you, my esteemed guests,” he said dramatically before following them onto the main factory floor.

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Colin walked ahead and held the next steel door open for the pair, gesturing them through with an enthusiastic sweep of his arm. The moment they crossed the threshold, the roar of machinery filled the air, a constant thrum of conveyor belts and robotic arms that forced Colin to raise his voice above the noise.

The tour guide stopped at the first station and gestured toward a pair of plain, uninjected dolls waiting patiently on an unmoving belt. Their bodies looked basic, almost mannequin-like, with neutral features, and smooth, untextured skin that lacked any real life. The dolls stood motionless, their forms generic and unfinished, eyes blank and limbs rigid.

Colin shouted over the din. “These are the base models before we inject the nanobots. They arrive with standard proportions after being fitted with biosynthetic skin, with no customization. We keep them simple so the nanobots have a clean canvas to work from.”

Richard nodded and studied the dolls with interest, his arm no longer wrapped around Jake’s waist. The blonde took a step behind, letting the two men continue in front. He didn’t want to be here, in yet another corporate factory churning out dollar bills for its billionaire owner. At least he hadn’t been taken to a strip club again, he thought to himself.

Colin waved them forward and continued the explanation. “The process begins when we input the client’s specifications into the system. They can choose from the cheaper preset option or the far more expensive bespoke customization. The doll receives its nanobots allocation before being sent into a pod for cleansing and preparation. Then the doll is transformed exactly how the client requested. It all happens in stages, so the changes integrate perfectly.”

Richard watched the empty belt ahead with fascination and turned to Jake. “It’s impressive how fast it all happens. One moment they’re blank slates, and the next they’re ready for delivery.”

Jake opened his plump, gold-colored lips to respond, but decided against it. Richard and Colin kept walking ahead, their conversation fading under the mechanical roar as the blonde trailed slowly behind them.

On the opposite side of the floor, an unmanned terminal flashed unexpectedly. The screen lit up with red text that scrolled across in bold letters: “Nanobot Anomaly Detected. Performing Override Protocol.” The words vanished almost as quickly as they appeared, replaced by a loading bar that filled at an alarming speed.

The transformed hacker felt a sudden pressure clamp his jaw shut, the muscles locking tight as if an invisible hand had seized control. His body froze mid-step, his heels rooted to the concrete as his mind raced in panic. Richard and Colin continued forward, their voices swallowed by the machinery, neither man glancing back to notice the blonde had stopped following.

Jake’s limbs jerked into motion again, but not under his command. Jake turned sharply and tottered toward an open processing pod at the edge of the active line. Horror flooded through him as his hands rose to the thin straps of the gold bikini top, sliding them down his shoulders and letting the fabric fall away. Why the hell was he undressing in the middle of the factory? He thought to himself. Was this Ethan’s doing?

The bikini bottom followed, fingers hooking into the sides and tugging it down his hips. The gold fabric dropped to the ground, leaving the controlled blonde completely naked as he stepped out of the stripper heels. Jake’s body moved forward into the pod, the doors hissing shut behind him with finality. The conveyor activated as the pod placed him on the surface, carrying the horrified man deeper into the enclosed space.

The first section enveloped Jake in warm mist that tingled against every inch of his exposed skin. Fine lasers swept over him in automated patterns, targeting each strand of hair on his body. He felt the pull as his platinum locks vanished from his scalp, the sensation spreading to his legs, arms, and the smooth mound between his thighs. Even his eyebrows and lashes disappeared, leaving his face totally bare and vulnerable. Cleansing sprays followed, rinsing away every trace until his skin gleamed, completely hairless and pristine.

The conveyor advanced to the ‘Head’ station. Robotic arms descended with gentle accuracy, slathering the transformed hacker’s head with an adhesive solution before securing a permanent platinum wig that almost matched his previous hair but in a flawless, doll-like cascade, every strand perfectly set. The adhesive bonded the material firmly to Jake’s scalp, locking every strand in place for good. The arms adjusted the fall until waves framed his face in perfect, unchanging beauty.

The ‘Face’ station came next, and the immobile Jake wasn’t prepared for what was to come. Needles suddenly dotted above his eyes, tracing a thin line along where his eyebrows used to be. At first, there was no noticeable change until the nanobots whirred into action and created a thin black line in high, arched elegance. The technology continued to work as pigments shifted his irises to a dazzling, vacant blue, the color bright and artificial. His lips swelled even further under careful enhancement, pushing into an even more pronounced pout that begged for attention and refused to close naturally.

The conveyor moved forward and carried the frozen blonde into the ‘Torso’ section. The nanobots surged through his chest as his entire body shuddered. His new blue eyes widened as his breasts swelled outward until they ballooned into impossibly round, buoyant orbs that defied every natural law. The transformed man’s skin stretched tightly, and his nipples perked into permanent hardness that begged for a man to touch them. His waist also narrowed dramatically, the technology readjusting his ribs to accentuate the exaggerated hourglass that now defined the blonde’s upper body.

The “Butt” station was activated next. Nanobots came to life in the hacker’s rear, inflating the cheeks into a high, firm bubble that jutted provocatively behind him. The curve grew until his ass looked sculpted for endless admiration, ensuring a hypnotic bounce every time he took a step. Jake stared ahead in horror as his body continued to transform before his very eyes, and he could do nothing to stop it.

The belt advanced to ‘Legs/Feet’. The nanobots in his lower limbs reshaped his bone and muscle beneath the skin, arching his feet permanently as if locked in invisible heels. The blonde’s calves tightened, and his tendons shortened to ensure he would never stand flat-footed again. Every step from now on would force that swaying, seductive gait he had become accustomed to at work.

The ‘Branding’ section followed, and Jake stared in fury and horror as a painful needle etched a tattoo into his lower back. The words ‘LuvTek Lovedoll 2.0’ were engraved in elegant script just above his inflated ass, along with a name that wasn’t his. There were no mirrors, so Jake couldn’t study the damage, but the lingering pain was a constant reminder of how he had just been branded.

The final station was labeled ‘Bespoke Requests,’ a title that sent shivers down the transformed man’s spine. Who was requesting all of this? Ethan? He felt a tingle sensation fly over his face as the nanobots forced his enhanced lips into a permanent, vacant doll smile that stretched wide and inviting. His beautiful blue eyes glazed over with artificial innocence, the expression frozen as his natural resting state.

The pod doors opened, and the conveyor ejected Jake into a tall pink display box with a clear plastic window at the front. His body stood posed perfectly, arms at his side, chest thrust forward, hips cocked slightly in invitation. The vacant smile remained fixed as the box sealed around him, trapping the mentally screaming hacker inside the display.

After a few minutes of mentally struggling with his lack of mobility, Jake heard Richard’s voice echo from across the room. He saw the wealthy investor marching across the factory floor, barking at the tour guide. “Where the hell is she, Colin? Find my date before I tear this damn place apart!”

The trapped hacker witnessed Colin hurry after the furious man, the radio already in the tour guide’s hand as he called in a search party. As he circled the factory floor, Colin passed the new box and paused, frowning at the perfect doll inside. “We weren’t expecting a bespoke order today, were we?” he asked himself as Jake tried to scream from his pleasant pose.

The chubby man keyed the radio and placed it back to his lips. “Dispatch, we’ve got an extra unit on the line. I need it moved to the transport dock before we shut the processing floor down.”

Colin stared hard at the busty contents of the box before shrugging, returning to his search as Jake futilely tried to scream for help, his smiling face frozen and unmoving as he waited for his box to be moved, unaware of what his future might hold.

End of Chapter Six