Chapter Seven

The freight elevator groaned to a stop on the fifth floor of an old apartment building, and the doors parted with a slow, reluctant sigh. Two deliverymen stepped out with their feet scraping against the worn hallway carpet. They maneuvered a tall pink crate between them, its shape and weight making it difficult to manipulate even with the trolley. The crate stood almost as tall as the men themselves, narrow and rectangular, with a clear plastic window sealed behind a protective film that still clung to the edges. Stenciled across the top in bold black letters were the words LUVTEK CUSTOM PROTOTYPE - HANDLE WITH EXTREME CARE. A smaller warning beneath read DO NOT OPEN UNTIL FINAL DESTINATION.

Kellie Madison heard the muffled thump of their steps through her front door. She had been pacing the living room for the last twenty minutes, wondering if she had made the right decision. The auburn-haired young woman was barefoot and wore an oversized gray hoodie with her alma mater, Clemson, written across the front, along with a pair of black joggers she had thrown on to greet the delivery men this early in the morning. The hooded sweater hung loose across her shoulders with the sleeves bunched at her wrists, and the joggers pooled slightly over her ankles. She had pulled her red hair into a messy knot at the nape of her neck. Unlike her humiliating appearance at work, she wore no makeup and carried no fake smile. This was Kellie, the woman who still existed when the shock collar came off, and the office vanished behind her.

Kellie opened the door before the first knock landed.

The two men looked up, one holding the crate steady while the other held the delivery tablet. The taller of the pair, a slim man with a name tag that read ‘Marcus,’ offered a polite nod. “Evening, ma’am,” he started. “I have a delivery here for Kellie Madison.”

“That’s me.” The young woman replied and stepped aside, gesturing toward the open living room. “Please place it right in the center, and be careful with it.”

Marcus chuckled. “We’re always careful, ma’am, and we don’t usually find ourselves delivering these models to women, but each to their own,” he said with a grin. “Before we leave the product in your possession, I’m gonna need to see some ID. These things aren’t cheap.”

Kellie nodded and fished out her purse from the pocket of her joggers, handing her driver’s license to the man without comment.

Marcus glanced at the photo, then at her face, and nodded once before handing the ID back to her along with the tablet. “Just sign here, and we’ll get going.”

As the redhead signed, the second man, whose name tag read Tyler, adjusted his grip on the crate. “Where exactly in the living room do you want this, ma’am?”

“Center of the carpet,” she answered, pointing to the middle of her living room as she handed the tablet back to Marcus. “Just there, in the open space.”

The men said no more and maneuvered the crate forward into the apartment. The one-bedroom property opened into a compact living area with a low couch pushed against one wall, a coffee table already shifted to the side to make way for the delivery, and a few mismatched throw pillows scattered across the sofa. A half-eaten bowl of cornflakes sat on the end table next to a laptop that was still open to a paused streaming show. Kellie had tried to start the day as normal as possible, but the weight of her plan kept her distracted.

They positioned the crate dead center, exactly where Kellie had pointed. The base settled onto the carpet with a soft, final thump. Tyler stepped back and wiped his palms on his uniform pants. “All set. Is there anything else you need?”

Kellie shook her head. “That’s everything. Thanks for your help.”

Marcus paused and grinned, glancing back at the box. “We don’t mind helping you unpack it if you like. I’d love to see what features you ordered.”

The woman forced a polite smile and edged the men toward the door. “No, thank you. I’ve got it from here.” She said, carefully guiding them out. “Bye,” she said before closing the door before either man could say another word. The lock clicked into place, and Kellie turned to face the crate with a deep sigh.

The package dominated the center of her living room, entirely out of place amid the mundane furniture. The protective film still covered the transparent window, but the outline of the body was unmistakable now: long limbs, exaggerated curves, and a straight posture.

Kellie walked a slow circle around her purchase, her arms tightly folded across her chest. She had spent a week agonizing over the order, second-guessing every choice, wondering if she had made the correct selections. The configurator had offered endless options: height, breast size, waist measurement, hair color, eye shade, behavioral presets, and sensitivity levels. She had selected everything she thought she’d need to make her plan a success: tall, platinum blonde, enormous, round breasts, tiny waist, bubble butt, vacant blue eyes, a permanent smile, and an eager-to-please personality. She even added the highest sensitivity setting because she knew she’d need something that reacted to the slightest perverted touch.

The plan had been brutally simple. Design and purchase a custom doll that would fulfill her boss, Ben Miller’s, every fantasy. She would gift the doll to Ben and watch him obsess over it. She had hoped that if he had a new toy to play with, he would forget about Kellie and finally leave her alone. She was sick of acting like his bimbo Barbie doll, and decided a real Barbie doll was the only option to get out of her nightmare.

She stopped in front of the window and reached for the edge of the protective film. Her fingers trembled as she peeled it away in one long, careful strip with her own manicured, bimbo nails. The clear plastic came into view.

Kellie found herself holding her breath.

The doll inside was breathtaking. It stood upright on a transparent platform, its arms relaxed at its sides, shoulders squared, chest thrust forward in a proud display. Wavy platinum hair fell in perfect waves down to the middle of its back, each strand arranged as if they were individually designed. The face wore a permanent, vacant smile, its lips parted just enough to reveal the glossy inner curve of the mouth, inviting and empty all at once. Blue eyes stared straight ahead, wide and glassy, pupils fixed in a doll-like innocence that never blinked. The skin looked impossibly smooth, poreless, and warm-toned, stretched taut over a body engineered with plastic in mind. Its breasts swelled outward in perfect, buoyant spheres, far larger than natural limits would ever allow. The waist cinched to an almost impossible narrowness before flaring into wide, rounded hips and a high, firm ass that curved outward like an offering. Long, bare legs ended in feet permanently arched, toes pointed as though forever ready for heels that were not there.

Kellie stared for a long moment with short, shallow breaths. She had ordered every detail herself, selected every slider in the configurator with an exact image in mind, yet seeing the result in person hit her differently. The doll looked like a fantasy brought to life, too perfect, too artificial, too much. She stepped closer, close enough that her own breath brushed the plastic.

The redhead reached up and found the clasps along the side of the crate, heavy metal latches that gave way with a satisfying click when she pressed them. One by one, she released them with apprehension. When the last latch popped free, Kellie gripped the edges of the front panel and pulled it open.

As the front casing came away, the doll remained motionless, held in place by subtle supports on the platform. Kellie exhaled slowly, almost afraid to break the silence. “This had better work,” she muttered to herself.

She stared at the frozen doll, taking in every sculpted inch. The vacant smile never wavered, and the glassy blue eyes never blinked. The body merely waited, perfect and obedient, for whatever came next.

❖

Kellie exhaled slowly, the sound barely audible in her quiet apartment. Her fingers drifted along the inner edge of the opened crate, brushing against the smooth plastic until they encountered something small and rectangular tucked into a molded recess. She pried it free. The device felt surprisingly light in her palm, no larger than a cell phone, with a blank LED screen dominating the top half. Below the screen sat a neat row of buttons, each one labeled in block lettering.

At the top: On/Off, with another button labeled Voice Command.

Then a heading that read Presets, followed by three buttons with the words Maid, Sex Doll, and Slave written on them.

At the bottom, three more options: Free Mode, Doll Mode, and Custom.

Kellie turned the remote over again, searching for any brand markings or warning labels, but found only the faint engraving of the LuvTek logo. The remote was remarkably simple, with no instructions except the labels on the various buttons.

The redhead’s thumb hovered over the On/Off button apprehensively before she finally relented and pressed it. A faint chime sounded from the remote, so quiet it might have been her imagination, before the LED screen flicked to life, displaying the single word ‘Standby’ in soft green letters.

Inside the crate, the blonde doll blinked once. The motion was slow, deliberate, and almost human-like. The eyelids settled back into place, and the vacant smile remained unchanged on the doll’s face.

A low whir came from the platform beneath the doll’s feet, and the supports that had held it rigid retracted with quiet clicks, folding away into the base. The doll stepped forward on its own, one arched foot lifting and lowering gracefully. The movement carried the busty being out of the crate and onto the carpet, where it froze again, standing directly in front of Kellie. Its heels were still lifted in that permanent en pointe position, its arms relaxed at its side, chest thrust forward as its hips cocked in subtle invitation.

Kellie took an involuntary step back. The doll stood motionless now, close enough that the redhead could smell the cleaning agents the factory had used. Up close, the perfection felt even more unsettling. The skin looked soft, touchable, yet utterly artificial in its flawlessness. The breasts rose and fell with a slow, predictable rhythm that mimicked real-life breathing. Between the parted lips, the doll’s tongue rested just visible. The attention to detail on this model was remarkable, Kellie thought to herself.

Staring at the remote, Kellie figured she needed to test it out before she handed her boss his new gift. She lifted it to her lips, pressing the ‘Voice Command’ button. A soft beep sounded from the device, with the LED screen lighting up with a simple prompt: Speak now.

Kellie cleared her throat. “Raise your right arm.”

The doll’s arm lifted immediately, smooth and without resistance, its palm facing upward as though it was offering something invisible. The motion pulled the naked heavy breasts upward slightly.

The redhead swallowed hard. “Now the left,” she continued as she pressed the button again.

The other arm rose in a perfect, mirrored maneuver, both limbs held high, its shoulders relaxed, the doll’s posture still impeccable.

“Lower them slowly.”

Both arms descended in a graceful arch, their fingers trailing back down the side of the torso, brushing the outer curves of the breasts on the way down before settling once more at the doll’s sides.

Kellie let out a short, nervous laugh. “Okay. That’s… impressive.” She wasn’t sure if impressive was the right word to use to describe a ridiculously objectifying android obeying her every command, but she couldn’t think of a better word. She glanced down at the remove again, then back at the doll. “Touch your nose,” she instructed it.

One manicured hand lifted as the doll’s index finger pressed gently against the tip of the nose. The doll held the position in perfect stillness.

“Touch your lips.”

The same hand moved downward, its glossy fingertips tracing the sensual curve of the lower lip, lingering there until it received further commands. The doll’s smile never faded.

Kellie’s pulse quickened. She hesitated before speaking again. “Put both hands on your breasts. Cup them,” she spoke into the remote.

The doll obeyed instantly. Both palms cupped the underside of the heavy mounds, lifting them slightly, its thumbs brushing against the nipples in slow, sensual circles. The motion was deliberate, almost reverent, and the doll’s vacant smile remained fixed even as the nipples hardened further under the touch.

Kellie felt heat rise in her cheeks. She shouldn’t be doing this. It felt wrong. “Stop. Hands down.”

The blonde’s arms dropped smoothly to their side.

The redhead stared for a long moment at the remote before pressing the Voice Command button again to deactivate it. The screen returned to the main menu.

Kellie set the remote on the coffee table and walked another slow circle around the doll, studying the way the body held its pose without the slightest tremor. She was amazed at how lifelike yet unnervingly artificial it looked. If this wasn’t going to get Ben to back off, she didn’t know what would.

Unbeknownst to Kellie, there was a voice inside the doll’s head, desperately trying to get out. “Kellie?! Stop! It’s me!” the doll internally screamed. Jake’s nanobots had taken hold and synced to the remote, and he found himself unable to control his own body. If he could just find a way to break free and tell Kellie of his predicament, he could use this opportunity to rid himself of Ethan’s control as well.

However, the doll remained motionless, obediently waiting for the next command.

❖

Kellie turned away from the doll and walked back to the small breakfast table shoved against the far wall. The half-eaten bowl of soggy cornflakes she had started to consume earlier waited for her, the sight looking far less appetizing than before. She needed to take her mind off her new purchase before she could deliver it to her boss tomorrow morning. The redhead dropped into the chair, clicked her mouse, and resumed the paused streaming show on her laptop with a single tap. The show started up again as the young woman tried to focus on anything else, but her attention drifted almost immediately.

The doll stood in the center of the living room, perfectly still, and every few seconds, Kellie’s eyes flicked toward it, then back to the screen, then toward it again.

She took another spoonful of cornflakes, the cereal having sat in the bowl for so long that the crunch was nonexistent. The woman chewed slowly, swallowed, and took another bite. The show played on—some crime drama she had been meaning to finish for weeks—but the words barely registered. The busty doll remained exactly where she had left it, naked and flawless, just waiting for its next instruction.

Kellie finished the last few flakes, scraping the bowl with the spoon until there was nothing left. She set the bowl aside and leaned back in the chair. For a moment, the woman stared up at the ceiling with her fingers drumming along the table edge. She told herself she’d leave the doll alone. She couldn’t risk damaging it, and she certainly couldn’t afford another one. She would show it to Ben tomorrow, and he would keep it in his office, ending Kellie’s nightmare; at least, that was the plan. She didn’t need to touch it again.

But the thought kept circling back.

She eventually gave in and pushed up from the chair before crossing the short distance over to the sofa. The personal assistant sat on the edge of the cushion with her knees pressed together, hands clasped in her lap. The remote rested on the coffee table where she had left it. She stared at the blonde doll again. The busty silhouette was facing away from Kellie, but the redhead could admire the long flowing hair and perfectly shaped ass from this perspective. Kellie shook her head as she reached for the remote.

As the woman picked it up, her thumb found the Voice Command button again. She pressed it, and a soft beep sounded again, the screen lighting up with the prompt. Kellie cleared her throat. “Approach me,” she commanded.

The doll turned without hesitation. One arched foot lifted, then the other, carrying the naked body forward in a slow, graceful line. The big, fake breasts swayed with each step, and its hips rolled just enough to make the motion hypnotic. When the doll reached the sofa, it stopped, standing directly in front of Kellie.

The young redhead glanced up and took a deep swallow before lifting the remote back to her lips. “Kneel.”

The doll showed no signs of reluctance or unwillingness as it sank to its knees immediately in one fluid motion. The arched feet folded beneath it, its ass resting on its heels, thighs spread slightly to accommodate the position. The doll’s glassy eyes remained fixed ahead, eerily unblinking.

Kellie fidgeted as the doll settled between the woman’s legs. She stared down at the doll for a long moment, her heart beating hard against her ribs. “Uhmm, spread your legs wider,” she told it with an unsure voice.

The LuvTek specimen shifted and slid its knees farther apart until the smooth, perfect slit between its thighs came into full view. The folds glistened faintly, already slick as if it were designed to be permanently turned on.

Kellie swallowed. She should really test this thing to its limits, she thought to herself. “Touch yourself, doll. Start masturbating.”

The doll’s hand slid between its thighs without a second thought. Its long pink manicured fingers parted the smooth folds, exposing the wet pink slit beneath. The index and middle fingers slipped inside carefully, sinking deep until the knuckles pressed against the outer lips. The thumb found the swollen clit and began rubbing tight, insistent circles. A high-pitched, sultry moan spilled from the doll’s obscene, glossy lips, soft at first, then building into a steady rhythm that matched the pace of the plunging fingers.

Jake screamed inside the prison of his own body. No sound escaped, at least no sound that he could control. The doll’s vacant stare stayed fixed, its blue eyes staring straight ahead at Kellie while the hand worked faster, slick sounds filling the apartment. Unwanted heat began to bloom inside the trapped hacker’s belly, spreading outward in waves that made his thighs tremble. The fingers curled inside, pressing against the sensitive spot that sent jolts through the core of Jake’s spine. Pleasure rang through him with every stroke, and Jake could do nothing but sit and watch inside the locked box of his own mind.

Kellie watched, transfixed on the lovedoll’s actions. The redhead’s own breath came shorter. She leaned forward, her hand reaching out again, and her fingers closed around one large breast, her palm cupping the weight as her thumb brushed the hard nipple in slow, teasing circles. The doll moved into the touch, even as Jake internally screamed for her to stop, the doll’s fingers moving faster between its own thighs. Kellie squeezed gently, rolling the nipple between her thumb and forefinger, feeling it harden even further. Heat pooled between her own legs. She couldn’t believe it; this was turning her on.

The young redhead shook her head once. This was wrong, she thought to herself. However, her hand didn’t stop. She wasn’t a lesbian, she told herself, and yet, her mind created a new logic. This wasn’t a woman; it was an artificial plastic toy built for pleasure. What was so wrong with Kellie testing it out?

Kellie softly bit her lower lip as her free hand drifted to the waistband of her joggers. She pushed them down her thighs, along with her panties, kicking them off her body. The personal assistant shuddered as the cool air brushed against her bare legs, and she looked down at the doll with an unsure expression. “Pleasure me with your tongue,” she commanded into the remote, knowing she was past the point of no return.

The doll immediately leaned forward as its mouth slightly parted, its tongue extending outward, as though it had been perfectly engineered for this purpose. The first touch landed against the outer folds, a slow drag that parted Kellie’s slick heat and sent an instant shiver racing up her spine. She gasped, her thighs trembling as the tongue circled her click in tight spirals, then dipped lower to lap at the entrance before sliding inside. The doll’s lips sealed around the brunette’s pussy, sucking gently while the tongue curled upward, pressing firmly against the sensitive spot that made Kellie’s hips jerk forward.

Jake continued to scream inside his own skull. Every sensation hit like a lightning strike: the taste of his associate flooding his mouth, the warmth of her folds on his tongue, the way her walls clenched around each thrust. He fought against the actions with everything he had, willing his body to stop, but the nanobots held him fast. His own fingers kept plunging between his thighs, rubbing his swollen clit in frantic circles while the doll’s tongue worked faster. Pleasure built against his will, coiling through his body until a high, desperate moan tore from his throat. This was certainly better than wrapping his mouth around a cock, but the hacker desperately hated the loss of control he now had over his nanobot-programmed body. Wetness coated the transformed man’s palm as his pussy clenched hard around the fingers, but his tongue never paused, licking through every shudder.

Kellie moaned louder, her head falling back against the sofa. Her hands gripped the platinum hair of the doll, pulling its face tighter against her. The tongue thrust in a steady rhythm now, while the doll’s thumb flicked her own clit in perfect unison. The redhead’s breath came in short, sharp pants while the pleasure spiraled higher. Suddenly, Kellie’s thighs clamped around the doll’s head as her world shattered in pure ecstasy. A raw cry ripped from the woman’s throat as her hips bucked involuntarily, her pussy pulsing hard around the invading tongue. Wave after wave rolled through her, leaving her trembling and gasping on the couch.

The doll kept licking through the aftershocks, gentle now, lapping softly at the oversensitive folds while its own fingers slowed to lazy strokes. Kellie’s body shook with the final tremors. She leaned back on the sofa as she moved aside, pushing the humanoid object away from her. The doll remained on its knees as it sat upright with its naked breasts pushed out. The glassy blue eyes stared ahead as the doll’s smile returned to its previous form.

Kellie lay back on the sofa and stared at the doll. It was creepy as hell, and as much as she enjoyed the unexpected pleasure burst, she couldn’t wait to get it out of her house. She stood up and headed to the bathroom, figuring a shower would do her good after the mess she had made. The redhead left the doll kneeling in position, with its hands still stroking between its legs, and Jake’s mind screaming for mercy as he subjected himself to orgasm after orgasm.

❖

Fifteen minutes later, Kellie stepped out of the bathroom with her wet hair twisted up inside a white towel. Drops of water still clung to the ends of her wrapped-up strands and fell onto the shoulder of her baggy, light blue t-shirt. Below her top, she wore her favorite black leggings that molded softly to her legs without clinging so tightly. Her face carried the barest traces of makeup, just enough to find herself acceptable as she traipsed around the apartment. She did have company after all, kind of.

Kellie padded across the carpet toward the living room and immediately noticed the doll exactly where she had left it, kneeling in the center of the floor with its thighs spread and hands casually working its way through another orgasm. She’d have to clean the doll up at some point, Kellie figured. Who knew a piece of plastic could make such a mess on the carpet?

The woman sat on the edge of the sofa and watched the doll for another long minute. The glossy fingers kept moving between those spread thighs, sliding in and out with a steady rhythm. Soft moans spilled from the parted lips every so often, as if they were perfectly timed with her strokes. A fresh sheen of wetness coated the doll’s hand, dripping onto the carpet in small drops.

Kellie told herself again that she should stop. The doll had proven itself. Ben would take it tomorrow, and her life would go back to something resembling normal. She didn’t need to know anything else. She didn’t need to feel the heat building again between her own legs.

But her hand moved anyway. She picked up the remote from the coffee table and glanced past the presets to rest on the row of buttons at the bottom. What did ‘Free Mode’ mean, she wondered. The toy hadn’t come with an instruction manual, and Kellie didn’t want to break such an expensive asset, but curiosity won out, and she tentatively pressed it.

The doll’s posture shifted instantly. The permanent vacant smile softened, then vanished altogether. The vacant blue eyes sharpened, its pupils contracting as its focus returned. Its arms dropped from between its thighs. The head turned toward Kellie with a small, sharp jerk. The movements were less fluid, almost human.

Suddenly, Jake lunged forward. His busty body moved faster than he expected as he reached for the remote in Kellie’s hand. His finger stretched toward it, desperate to snatch it away before the redhead could react and do something stupid.

Kellie yelped in surprise before jumping back off the sofa, her legs tangling for a second before she caught her balance. The remote stayed clutched against her chest. Her thumb quickly hovered over the buttons again, ready to press the mode again and lock the doll back into place.

Jake froze mid-reach, his hands still outstretched, when he saw what the woman was doing. “Stop!” he screamed out in his breathy, high-pitched soprano. “Kellie, it’s me. It’s Jade!”

The transformed blonde grimaced at the name as he intended to say the word ‘Jake,’ but the nanobots continued to control his speech. “No, damn it! It’s Jade!” He groaned again at the slip. It didn’t matter either way; Kellie knew him as Jade far more than she ever knew him as Jake.

The young redhead stared at the talking doll. The towel on her head had loosened during the jump, and wet strands of her hair now clung to her neck. She kept the remote raised like a weapon. “You’re… you’re talking,” she said in disbelief. “Why is the doll talking?”

Jake held up both hands with his palms out, as if he were making a peace offering. “Please. Don’t press anything. Just listen.”

Kellie’s breath rose as she panicked. She had brought this doll into her apartment, and now it was here to kill her, she thought manically to herself. “Why should I? You’re a doll. Dolls are only supposed to talk when they’re told to.”

Jake’s lips parted, then closed again. He tried to say his real name again, but the words twisted in his throat. “It’s Jade. I mean… It’s me, Ethan’s new personal assistant. You gotta believe me, Kellie!”

The auburn-haired woman shook her head in disbelief. This thing was a doll. It had just obediently brought Kellie to orgasm. There was no way it could be that slutty bitch whose initiation into Futurtech forced Kellie to serve the biggest pervert on the executive floor. “Jade?” she said. “What are you doing here? Ethan sent you to spy on me in the body of a sex doll? That’s fucked up!”

Jake held both hands up. “I haven’t been sent here to spy on you,” his voice rose with desperation. “I swear on everything. Ethan doesn’t even know where I am right now?”

Kellie kept the remote pointed at the busty bimbo like a loaded gun. Her thumb rested on the Doll Mode button, ready to press it any second. “Then how did you end up in my apartment inside a sex doll crate?”

The blonde opened his mouth, but paused momentarily. Now Kellie had said it like that, anything Jake said would have sounded far-fetched. He decided to stick with the truth. “Ethan forced me to go on another date with Richard Staunton,” he started. “The sleazy investor took me to a damn LuvTek doll facility, and we were given a private tour. But something weird happened on the processing floor, and I got separated from him and the tour guide. I suddenly found myself on a conveyor belt, unable to move. I ended up trapped inside one of those pods, and they processed me, changed my damn body. When I came out, I looked like this. I couldn’t move or speak, I was just… frozen like a doll. Until you pressed that button.”

Kellie’s eyes narrowed. She glanced at the remote, then back at the blonde standing in front of her. “You’re telling me you got turned into a prototype doll by accident?” She shook her head, placing her hands on her hips. “That’s impossible. LuvTek uses nanobot technology that humans are not naturally exposed to. There’s no way your story lines up.”

“I don’t know,” the doll exclaimed. “I don’t know how it happened, but Ethan has found a way to change me and has been altering my appearance for days. I think whatever he did to me has something to do with LuvTek.”

Kellie looked down at the remote still clutched in her hand, her thumb hovering over the buttons as realization struck her. Nanobots! She knew Ethan had been transforming Jake using some weird app, and had been relishing in the young man’s misfortune. However, she didn’t know how he had managed to pull it off, or why he had targeted Jake. Plenty of small-time dissenters had tried to take down Futurtech in the past. Why had Ethan obsessed over this one so much?

She lifted the remote slowly and pointed it back at the blonde. “Explain yourself,” she said with a steady voice. “Explain how you got in that situation. Why Ethan has been targeting you and how you ended up working for him. Start from the beginning, and don’t leave anything out.”

Jake sighed deeply and took a seat on the sofa. He folded his arms across his chest in an instinctive attempt to cover up his nakedness, but the gesture only resulted in pressing the mounds together and accentuating their size. He looked up at Kellie, who still held the remote in his direction, and began to speak.

“I started out like any other black-hat hacker. I hated Ethan Keller and everything he stood for. Billionaires like him sit atop the world, hoarding data and resources, buying politicians, and doing whatever it takes to keep their grip on power. I watched Futurtech swallow small companies, lock people into their ecosystem, and sell their privacy to the highest bidder. It made me sick.” The transformed hacker paused for a moment. “So I started hitting. I started small, with exploits of their public APIs and leaks of internal memos. I built a reputation on the dark web forums, and everyone cheered me on. Every post I made, every vulnerability I exposed, got hundreds of replies encouraging me to keep going. They called me a hero and said that I was the only one brave enough to take on the big corporations.”

He paused again and rubbed his temples with his glossy pink talons. “I got cocky,” he sighed to himself through his huge sex doll lips. “The crowd kept pushing. They wanted something big, something that could potentially take down the entire system. I had planned the gala infiltration for months. I compiled a virus drive loaded with everything I needed to siphon their financial records, and I almost pulled it off. I got inside their server room. I plugged in the drive. The download started. Billions of lines of data pouring out: names, transactions, offshore accounts. Proof of every dirty deal Ethan had ever made was almost in the palm of my hands, and I was seconds away from redirecting it all to public mirrors until the damn sentinels caught me. I barely escaped. I thought that was the end of it. I thought I’d won, even if I didn’t get the full haul.”

Jake’s voice dropped lower as his eyes scanned the floor. “But Ethan figured it out. He traced me somehow. But he never went to the authorities; he found another way to get back at me. I don’t know how he did it, but I think he managed to wire nanobots into my body. Ever since then, he’s had this control over me, and I’ve been helpless to resist.” Kellie opened her mouth to reply, but Jake kept speaking. “It’s all a damn game to him. He’s not after justice; he’s after control and power. He loved the idea of having the infamous Dullface on a leash, forced to obey his every word.”

Kellie’s eyes widened at the mention of Jake’s online name, and her grip on the remote loosened immediately. “Wait. You’re Dullface?”

The feminized hacker blinked. What was the big deal? “Yeah. Why?” he asked.

She stared at the doll for a while before walking over to her breakfast table. She closed down the paused video and began typing on the keyboard. Jake stood up and slowly made his way over, his heels still lifted from the ground. Kellie pulled up an encrypted browser, navigated to a private forum, and scrolled through old threads. Conversations from two years ago. Posts between Ghost and Dullface. Private messages about exploits and inside jokes. She turned the laptop so the blonde could see the screen.

Jake’s vapid blue eyes widened further as the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. “No way,” he whispered. “Ghost?”

❖

Jake stepped out of Kellie’s bedroom and paused in the doorway. He had changed into a baggy green t-shirt that had once belonged to one of Kellie’s ex-boyfriends, although his huge breasts made the fabric pull tight across his chest and ride up just enough to reveal a sliver of the doll’s navel. Below that, he wore a pair of stretchy white gym shorts. He had attempted to try on various pants before giving up, his wider hips making it impossible to slide up comfortably. He had slipped on a pair of four-inch black stilettos to ease the constant strain on his now permanently arched feet.

Kellie was already back at the breakfast table. She had made coffee while her transformed colleague changed, and now two steaming mugs sat on the surface. The auburn-haired woman glanced up as the blonde approached, then gestured to the chair opposite her.

Jake took the seat. He wrapped both feminine hands around the mug, letting the warmth seep into his palms, taking a while to stare into Kellie’s face now that he had discovered the latest revelation. “I can’t believe you’re Ghost,” he gasped. “All this time. I’ve been speaking to you on those forums for years. I can’t believe I hadn’t figured it out. You’ve been in New York City all this time, working for that bastard.”

The redhead looked a little nervous as the doll in front of her spoke. She stirred her coffee slowly, the spoon clicking softly against the ceramic.

Jake leaned forward. His intrigue had gotten the better of him. “How the hell did you end up working for Ethan? Are you trying to take down his greed from the inside or something?”

Kellie softly bit her lower lip; there was a time when that statement wouldn’t have been too far from the truth. “At first, I just needed the money,” She began. “Times were tough, and I hadn’t found a way to monetize my hacking skills yet. I started out in the secretary pool at Futurtech. The pay was decent, and the hours let me keep up with my hacking on the side. I could still focus on what mattered while keeping a roof over my head.”

The woman paused for a moment to take a sip of her coffee, drawing out the tension. “Unfortunately, I ended up being too good at the job around those braindead bimbos. I have perfect recall memory, and it wasn’t long before Ethan caught wind of what I could do. He offered me the role of his personal assistant. I figured what better way to get sensitive information from the company than to work directly for the devil himself.”

Kellie’s fingers tightened around the mug. “I had every intention of leaking his nefarious deals to the public, to expose the monster he hid behind that charming smile. But then my father got extremely sick.”

The redhead paused for a long moment. She stared into her coffee as she tried to compose herself. When she spoke again, the tone was much softer. “At the same time, Ethan started catching wind of me accessing files I wasn’t supposed to. He threatened to fire me on the spot until he offered a way out. He knew of an extremely limited, expensive medical trial that had just started, and the early results showed that it could save my dad’s life. He said he could fund my father’s treatment if I agreed to his terms. I had no choice but to accept.”

Kellie looked up at Jake as she tried to keep a tear from running down her cheek. “Every time I stepped out of line or accessed the wrong file, that asshole would hold my father’s treatment over my head. He reminded me that he could cancel the funding at any time. I was stuck, and he had me on a short leash.”

The young woman groaned softly as she came to the end of her story. “Then you entered the picture. You became his new plaything, and I got passed off to a new sadistic son of a bitch who is objectively worse than Ethan ever was. He basically transferred me like some owned property.”

The redhead’s breathing became audible as she clenched her fingers in her palms. Jake softly shook his head and moved his hand across the table, placing it gently over hers. “I’m so sorry.” They were the only words he could think of.

Kellie stared at the joined hands for a moment and nodded once in acknowledgment as she lowered her head.

The busty blonde squeezed Kellie’s hand gently before pulling back. He glanced down at the heavy mounds straining his borrowed t-shirt and let out a bitter, ironic laugh. “We’re both in way over our heads, Kellie,” he said. “But we’re both geniuses. We can work together and make this right.”

The redhead met Ethan’s vacant gaze, her expression a mixture of doubt and faint hope. She nodded slowly, wiping at the corner of her eye.

Jake looked down again at the lumps beneath the green fabric. “I’m not looking forward to facing Ethan in this new form,” he half-heartedly joked, “I mean, seriously, who the hell would even create something this obscene?”

Kellie laughed nervously and shifted in her chair. “Uhmm, yeah, about that.” Her comment prompted the transformed doll to raise his ridiculously tattooed, thinly arched eyebrow.

The redhead hesitated before continuing. “I ordered a custom love doll from LuvTek. I was trying to keep Ben’s focus away from me and designed the doll to fit his exact perverted fantasies. I planned on gifting it to him so he’d leave me alone and let me do my job in peace,” she paused for a brief moment. “I never expected you to be the doll I ordered.”

Jake gasped at the woman and stared at her in disbelief. “Wait. You’re responsible for me looking like this?”

“I guess so,” Kellie nodded, her cheeks flushing deeper. “But I’m sure we could turn this into a positive. I’m pretty sure Ethan has lost control over those nanobots. If he could still control you, there would already be men banging down my door to collect you, or your body would have changed again by now. I think going through that facility shifted control from his app to the remote on the table.”

The big-lipped blonde’s vacant eyes widened as he followed Kellie’s gaze to the device near the sofa. “Well, is there an option on there to change me back to my original form?”

The auburn-haired PA shook her head again. “I don’t think LuvTek would have implemented a function like that,” she said. “But the main thing is that Ethan no longer has control over you. I think if we work together, we can come up with a plan that saves both of us.”

Jake nodded firmly and reached across the table to shake his new partner’s hand. Their palms met in a firm grip, sealing the agreement without any further words.

After a momentary pause, Kellie’s face contorted into a mischievous grin as she glanced back over at the remote still resting on the coffee table. She stood and wandered over to pick up the black device. As she turned back toward Jake, she twirled the item jovially in her fingers. “We have plenty of time today to come up with a plan before I have to show up at work tomorrow,” she said in an almost singing voice as she took a look around her open-plan apartment. “But for now, my place is a mess, and I really don’t feel like cleaning it myself.”

Jake’s big blue eyes widened as he deciphered what Kellie was up to. He pushed up from the chair immediately and reached out. “Kellie, no—”

The redhead pressed the Maid Mode button on the remote before Jake could finish his sentence.

The busty blonde shuddered as a ticklish tingle immediately spread over his body, starting at his scalp as it raced down to his toes. Kellie notices a message flash across the remote’s LED: Incompatible Attire Detected. Correction In Place.

And just like that, the borrowed clothes on Jake’s body began to rethread themselves right against his skin. The green t-shirt tightened and shortened into a frilly black satin bodice with white lace trimming over the plunging neckline, pushing his massive fake breasts upward until they spilled over the top in deep, humiliating cleavage. The gym shorts fused and reshaped into an ultra-shirt black skirt with layers of white petticoats that flared out dramatically, barely covering the curve of the doll’s inflated ass. Sheer black thigh-high stockings with lace tops appeared on his legs, held up by garter straps that snapped into place. A tiny white apron tied around his narrow waist, complete with ruffled edges, and a tiny white apron settled into his platinum blonde waves like a delicate crown. Black satin gloves encased his arms up to the elbows, and a black choker with white ruffled trimmings and a small silver bell circled his throat. The stilettos shifted into glossy black 6-inch patent plumps with delicate ankle straps and bows.

Jake looked down in horror as the transformation settled. The outfit screamed pure fantasy: a slutty French maid uniform designed to tease and entice everyone in the room. The humiliated blonde even found his posture shifted into a perfect poise, his back arched to thrust his revealing chest forward. To top it off, a feather duster materialized in his manicured right hand.

The transformed man parted his big, glossy lips to protest, but Kellie spoke first. “Start in the kitchen and make your way through the apartment, Jade. I want this place spotless.”

Rather than complain or refuse as Jake fully intended to do, he found himself once again losing control of his body entirely. In a humiliating motion, he curtsied demurely, the short skirt lifting to flash his bare cheeks beneath. “Oui, Madame,” he said. His eyes widened in horror as he found himself speaking in a sexy, exaggerated French accent that dripped with sultry invitation. His surprised expression forced Kellie to stifle a chuckle.

Jake’s hips then swayed as he tottered toward the kitchen on his tall pumps. The feather duster began its work, trailing over the counters and shelves with deliberate, teasing strokes, as if putting on a show was more important than the cleaning itself. Every bend accentuated the flare of the petticoats and the jiggle of his overflowing breasts. The bell on his choker jingles softly with each movement.

Kellie grinned wickedly as she watched the doll work. She settled back at the breakfast table and opened her laptop, her fingers already flying across the keys as she searched for ways to use this new revelation to her advantage.

❖

Across the East River, Ethan Keller paced the length of his office with restless energy. The city skyline stretched beyond the tall windows, but he paid no attention to the view. His focus remained locked on the large monitor on his desk, where bold red letters declared Signal Lost in stark contrast against the black background. The message had appeared the previous evening, and every minute that passed without resolution tightened the knot in his stomach. Had that bitch figured out a way to bypass his control?

The CEO stopped in front of the screen and folded his arms. The custom app on his phone showed the same error, no matter how many times he refreshed it. The nanobots inside Jake had gone dark. Ethan had built contingencies into every system he controlled. Yet, this blackout felt different, as if someone had severed the connection entirely.

A hesitant knock sounded at the door. Ethan turned sharply and snapped, “Come in.”

The door opened, and a young IT technician timidly stepped inside. The man wore a standard company polo shirt that hung loosely on his skinny frame, and he clutched a tablet against his chest like it was meant to shield him from Ethan’s wrath. The young man cleared his throat before speaking. “Umm, sir, we’ve made some progress on the anomaly.”

The technician tapped the tablet and brought up a diagnostic chart. “The signal loss originated from a process collision at a LuvTek facility last night. Their production line appeared to have triggered an override protocol upon detecting foreign nanobots. It effectively severed the GPS tracker embedded in your target’s swarm.”

Ethan’s jaw tightened. He had not anticipated interference from a third-party system, especially not one from one of his allied companies.

The technician hurried on. “We’re close to isolating a backdoor through their network logs. The team believes we can reestablish tracking by tomorrow at the latest.”

The billionaire stared at the chart for a long moment. A slow smile spread across his face as satisfaction replaced the earlier tension. “Good,” he said smugly. “Keep the team on it until you have confirmation. No one goes home until we have a signal. Send me the location the moment it’s available.”

The technician’s eyes widened momentarily. He had plans tonight, but it looked like that was out of the question. He needed this job. “Yes, sir,” he replied, “We won’t stop until it’s done.”

Ethan dismissed the young man with a casual wave. “Now get back to work.”

The door closed softly behind the technician. Ethan turned to the monitor again, but the red warning no longer bothered him. The signal might be lost for now, but he would find his missing doll soon enough. And when he did, Jade would learn exactly what happened to toys that tried to wander off.

The CEO poured himself a measure of scotch from the decanter on his sideboard and raised the glass in a silent toast to the empty room. Tomorrow would bring answers, and with them, the satisfaction of reasserting complete control, just as things should be.

End of Chapter Seven