Chapter 4: Convenient Conversion Convention

Rey smiled brightly and cheerfully as she stood in front of the latest model of convertible Reily Motors wasn’t even selling yet. Her tiny outfit emphasized her curves, and she used her curves to emphasize the vehicle behind her. Another Rey leaned back against the other side of the car, and another leaned back against the trunk with her own sizable behind.

Together, they were all working together to use their assets for the success of their owner. Reily Motors had created them, molded them, and they were all so happy and grateful to be a part of the team.

It wasn’t every day they were ogled and photographed by so many people.

More than one Rey savored the look of a woman and longed for her to be put through the same process that transformed them into who they were. They imagined her hair growing long, roots going black, hair blonde, breasts large and round, curves so perfect, wrapped up in the most perfect uniform that anyone could hope to wear.

It was so fulfilling being a Rey, and they wanted to share that with every woman they saw.

But Reily Motors was very specific about how they needed to act.

Instead of evangelizing the wonders of being an identical race queen drone, the Reys waved and smiled and answered questions and spoke about the new products. One of them was sitting in front of all of the information they could need, and it was easy to share that information with the rest of the family.

All of them knew anything if one of them knew it, and the Rey back at home was still feeling ogled just as much as the ones who were out there jutting their tits and asses for everyone to see.

They all had the same bodies, and they could all feel every body connected to their mind. It was perfect to feel so many selves squished against metal, against glass, arched and posing and leaning and smiling as countless onlookers lusted and craved a single night, or even a few moments, with just one of them—or all of them. None of them had any idea what happened when there was no convention, or when they didn’t need to be training.

None of them could imagine the whirlwind of flesh and moans and constant pleasure from so many directions at once.

Desiree approached a Rey offering fliers to the crowd. She looked the same as every other Rey, with the same brown eyes and the same curves and the same uniform. Desiree hardly stood out as special with her short blonde hair or green eyes, or her powerful muscular build hidden under her cream-colored suit, but Rey’s eyes immediately lit up when the woman approached. “I hope everything is going well, Rey.”

“Absolutely perfect!” Rey giggled, rocking on her heels in such a way that made her breasts jiggle and sway with each motion both forward and back. “We’re all having a very good time, thank you! I hope we’ve been doing a good job! That’s very important to all of us!”

Desiree’s eyes hooded for a moment, and her lips curled into a wicked grin. The next moment her eyes opened, and her expression shifted into a soft, almost warm smile. “Excellent. Your performance has been absolutely perfect.” Desiree reached out, flicking the silver “R” that hung from Rey’s navel. Rey giggled, arching out and bouncing a little more excitedly. “Would you mind if I had a word with you in private? No one should miss you for a few… minutes?”

“Of course, Desiree!” Rey squealed, holding out her fliers to another Rey who approached with as bright a smile and stepped back to where she’d been holding them out before she was suddenly needed. “Lead the way! I’m always happy to do what I can for you—all of us are!”

“I know, Rey. I know.”

Desiree chuckled, motioning Rey to follow her as she made a bee line through the convention floor. Two people moving through so many hardly stood out, even with one of them being a clearly important woman in a cream-colored suit, and one of them being a grid girl who was walking by so many copies of herself.

After a short walk, Desire pressed a badge to a scanner beside a door, and motioned Rey inside. It was a small employees-only break room from a glance, but clearly not for just any employees. For one, just out of view from the doorway was a large couch and a fancy mini bar. The door sealed shut behind them, and Rey looked around with big, excited eyes. She couldn’t remember being inside of this room before, not even when she reached through all of her memories from the many minds storing them away for her.

Before Rey could say anything, Desiree was shoving her back against a wall, one hand reaching under Rey’s bikini top to fondle at her large, heavy breasts. Rey’s eyes melted shut, and her whole body came alive as she existed to please the woman responsible for her transformation.

Every Rey knew that Desiree was the woman in charge of the Rey project. All of them knew that she’d designed the template herself, and worked to perfect the process. She’d given them their new lives, and their new purpose.

Rey felt so lucky to be fondled and groped by her creator even as she both excitedly returned Desiree’s kiss and juiced from afar. There was no room for jealousy that Desiree hadn’t brought another Rey, or that there weren’t more of them in the room with her. They were all quivering and clenching, all doing their best to not show the arousal to the onlookers as Desiree’s other hand reached up under Rey’s skirt.

When the kiss finally broke Desiree was panting for each breath, but Rey was just smiling with hooded eyes. She could have reached out and touched Desiree, shown her exactly how good she could make another woman feel, but Rey knew that Desiree didn’t want that.

Desiree wanted to use Rey like a possession, not enjoy her like a lover.

“Each one of you… so perfect… exactly to my specifications…” Rey groaned as Desiree’s fingers thrust deep inside of her. Each movement of her fingers was possessive and insistent, forcing more pleasure into Rey’s body for the exact reaction she desired. There was no hint in her tone, or her touch, that she valued Rey as anything more than a possession. “And you’re all so good at remembering what I like, what I want… do you know how hard it is to find an ordinary woman like you?”

“N-noooo, Desiree… I dooo-oo-oooon’t…!” Rey cried out, making sure her voice quivered and cracked in the way that always made Desiree clench and grind tighter against her. Rey had been used by Desiree so many times even if this specific body hadn’t been used for the purpose.

No Rey had any unique memories or beliefs or experiences. They didn’t remember what they’d done the day before, they only remembered what they’d all done before. There was no need for any greater individuality than the bodies they couldn’t escape to be even closer.

“It’s very difficult.” Desiree grinned, pinching Rey’s nipple before twisting it as far as it would go, and pulling it as far away from her chest as she could before it pulled free of her hand. “Trust me.”

“A-a-always trust you, Desiree…!” Rey shrieked, but her voice was so much quieter than it would have been if they were alone somewhere more isolated. She didn’t need to be told that her volume needed to be lower. That was always what happened when a Rey was pulled aside to be used somewhere public.

It was just common sense for Rey.

Even as the fingers thrusting between Rey’s legs moved deeper, an almost wicked strength behind them, she controlled her cries. The Reys just outside of the door retained their perfect, guileless smiles and handed out fliers or arched suggestively in one way or another.

No one could tell that they were all so deeply linked, or that Desiree was fucking a race queen in a private break room reserved just for her and anyone she wanted to bring with her.

When Rey came, a strangled gasp and a shudder of her hips, every Rey came with her, and through her. Even the aspect of Rey back in their home, sat in front of all of the information Reily Motors might wish them to share could content herself in feeling the orgasm roll through her as she looked for the right piece of information to share.

Desiree sighed as she drew back, licking and sucking Rey’s juices from her fingers. When she spoke her voice was low and smug. “I was half tempted to seek out whichever one of you used to be Siobhan, but that would take a lot of extra effort when she’s not a person anymore, and fucking any one of you is the same as any other. I think you were the woman on the cleaning crew who accidently took the elevator down at the wrong time of night… but it really doesn’t matter to me.

“You’re all interchangeable, replaceable… fuckable little sluts.” Desiree reached her slick fingers out to pinch at Rey’s nipple she hadn’t already thoroughly abused, and earned a sharp, shuddery cry in response. “So why should I go through any extra effort like that when I can just do this and be sure she’s feeling it somewhere? Why shouldn’t I just do whatever I want and know that I’m getting exactly what I asked for?”

“N-n-no reason, Desiree… O-oohh…!” Rey shuddered as a hand reached through her hair, yanked it back, and then lips sucked at her neck. “You should have what you want…! We are interchangeable…! We’re all Rey…! We’re all… only… Rey… o-ooohhh… yours…!”

Rey was hardly surprised when Desiree suddenly grasped at her shoulder and forced her down to her knees, but she pretended to be. She mewled and quivered, looking up at Desiree with wide eyes and trembling lips. Desiree liked a faux expression of fear mingled with intense arousal. She liked it almost as she loved making a show of slowly lifting up her skirt to reveal the garter straps holding up her stockings while perfectly framing the lacey panties she wore.

It was a sight that Rey knew so well, just as she knew what lay hidden underneath.

“Then why don’t I use you like a good little toy, and get off before I need to go back out there and mingle, mm?” Desiree tugged her panties to the side, and hooked her leg over Rey’s shoulder. “You know what I like.”

“Yess Desir—mmpphh!” Rey was silenced by the forceful grinding of Desiree’s slick sex pressed firmly against her face. She was expecting it, but to deny Desiree the pleasure of silencing her would go against everything that mattered to her, and all of her wanted to make sure that Desiree was happy with them. All of them wanted to make sure they gave Desiree exactly what she asked for.

Rey’s tongue reached out to trace the familiar paths that always made Desiree whimper and buck. It wasn’t so difficult to remember with so many different parts of Rey all pushing her towards the right actions in the right moment. All of her knew what she needed to do to make Desiree cum and that was what they wanted more than anything else in the world.

Simultaneously Rey could feel each and every part of her pulsing with joy, lust, and eager excitement. She could feel each of her grinding against a car or handing out a flier. She could feel the thrill at arching into a woman’s gaze or knowing that she’d ensured a customer’s brand loyalty through the right giggled flirt at just the right moment. She could feel Desiree’s thighs shudder around her face in a way that told her it wouldn’t be long before she’d be bathed in Desiree’s juices.

I love being Rey!

Nothing is better than being so hot, so used, so fucked, so many times at once!

The only thing that could make it better was if more of her were being fucked at the same time, being used, being actively controlled by their owners in Reily Motors, but there was a certain thrill in so many of her, so much of her, being denied.

They were all just as horny, just as needy, their pussies just as ready to be licked or filled or rubbed… but only one singular part of them was being fucked.

None of the rest could even show they were feeling any intense pleasure at all. Their genuine arousal helped appeal to the many convention goers, but suddenly convulsing and nuzzling their calves would embarrass the company and they were forbidden from such activities at absolutely any cost.

Desiree came, and all of Rey came with her. All of them were trapped between her thighs, shaking as their tongues and lips and teeth carefully worked to bring Desiree into her afterglow with careful precision that would have been so difficult for Rey’s mind…

If it were solely limited to the woman kneeling at Desiree’s feet.

Powered by the combined obedience focus and need of so many women, it was a simple task. Rey was a grid girl, and performing, staying within the confines of that grid, was her purpose—all of her.

“Good girl, Rey…” Desiree pulled back, reaching under her skirt to fix her panties before smoothing out her skirt. “Mm. I need to attend your adoring public, but you’re going to stay in here for the rest of the day. Keep your hand between your legs to give the rest of you something to clench around any time they feel too needy or too lonely. That’s always a good way to keep you excited, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Desiree… always…!”

Rey’s fingers had already found their way inside of her, stroking as close to the same way that Desiree had a few short minutes ago as she possibly could. The memory was so fresh and coming from so many places in her collective mind at once.

It wasn’t long before she was shuddering, and quietly mewling Desiree’s name with each breath.

Hooding her eyes, Desiree moved over to the door as she cast a glance back at the kneeling Rey. Her tits were framed by the vest that now covered nothing but the outer curves of her breasts. The bikini top now supported her breasts while revealing her nipples. All of her bare skin glistened, shining with sweat and sex. Her nipples were hard, and her eyes were beautifully vacant.

“Take care of yourself for me, Rey. I’ve put a lot of time and money into you… whichever part of ‘you’ that you are…” Desiree sneered as she closed the door behind her.

Rey moaned, feeling another orgasm prepare to rip through her collective self.