Fixx
Customer Satisfaction Survey
by Spookyboogy
Tags:
#bimbofication
#clown
#corruption
#CW:dubious_consent
#latex
#masturbation
#transformation
#anal
#bimbo
#body_modification
#club
#dancing
#degothification
#genital_transformation
#identity_death
#pills
#pov:bottom
(Content Warning: Mild body transformation, bimbofication)
An interlude.
Thank you for your interest in continuing to let us Fixx™ your problems, and make your lives just a little bit easier! We at Fixx Productions are eager to tailor future developments to ensure they’re the right fit for our most loyal customers, so we’d like to get some of your feedback from your time taking Fixx™! Please, if you can, take a little time out of your day to fill in the following questions. As an incentive, we’ll be able to offer an extra special opportunity to a few of those who complete this questionnaire, and bring them out to see the magic happen right at our Fixx Factory!
Because if we can’t Fixx it, nothing can!
1: Would you describe your experiences after taking Fixx™ to be satisfying?
Kimmy let out a faint whine as she felt her new stud’s cock slowly slide into her cunt from behind, her face falling into the soft, pink sheets of her bed. Her platinum-blonde hair fanned out around her, faintly rustling as she shuffled her ass back.
“Ugh, yessss, that’s like, perfect, babe,” she drawled in that valley girl accent that had become so much more natural to her over the last few weeks. She couldn’t particularly remember the name of this latest cock-on-legs that she’d picked up from a bar nearby, but she also didn’t particularly care, as long as he was capable of satisfying her achingly hungry cunt. They were all kicked out in the morning anyway, as soon as the Fixx wore off and everything went back to its usual black tones.
Speaking of, that faint thought of the miracle pill that had made her evenings so much more enjoyable and carefree brought her mind back to the phone opened in front of her. She screwed her eyes up at the text of the questionnaire her friend Olive had sent through, mouthing out the words to try and work out what they meant. A particularly hard thrust from the cock stretching her open made her gasp, and alerted her to a useful resource close at hand. Putting on her most innocent and delicate voice, or at least the closest to it she could manage while being enthusiastically railed from behind, she called back behind her head.
“Heyyy stud, do you know what… ‘sa-tis-fy-ing’ means? I’m not the best at words…” She broke off with a ditzy, airheaded giggle, the kind which just felt so right for a bimbo like her.
2: Have you experienced any notable side-effects from consuming Fixx™ on one or more occasions?
Jasper tried to resist squirming too intensely as his boss peered down at him over his monitor, the survey about his new favourite pill still open on the screen, having made a rare excursion out into the main office. Jasper braced himself for some rant about a report he’d failed to hand in., or – a chill fell over him – an ultimatum to stop indulging in his new… habits, while on the clock. He couldn’t think of how he’d been found out, but he had known he was pushing it, that he would eventually–
“--eat job!”
Jasper blinked, having missed the start of whatever had been said. “Sorry, what?”
“I don’t know how you did it, but those reports last week were exemplary, and you got them so far ahead of schedule too! I just dropped by to say great work, and take it easy this weekend, we can ease up a little since you pulled off such a great run.”
His boss reached down and clapped him on the shoulder, the impact almost dragging a whimper out of him before he hastily choked it back, disguising it with a cough. “Sure thing, boss. Uh, thanks!”
As his employer walked away, Jasper settled back onto his chair with a sigh, hips grinding down a little bit now that the tension had been resolved. The plug currently stuffed into his hole, delivering a very satisfying and ongoing stretch, was far from his largest toy, but without the Fixx to make it unnaturally elastic, it was about the most he could take on a day-to-day basis. His squirming became just a little more pronounced as he hungrily thought about the enormous dildos stashed back home, alongside the fresh dose his friend Olive had sent through the mail.
He had an idle thought about how, even with the plug inside him all day, he hadn’t felt his cock get hard once, but quickly shoved it aside. He had more enjoyable things to worry about.
3: Have you noticed any behavioural changes on an ongoing basis following your consumption of Fixx™?
Stacy slumped down in their usual seat at the back of the night bus home, a common sight for the driver who quickly waved them past, not even bothering to check their monthly ticket.
They were still faintly out of breath from the club, having spent the evening in their usual haunt. Olive’s pill might be weird, and strange, but Stacy would be damned if they didn’t admit it wasn’t impossibly effective. They squirmed a little, enjoying the feeling of their rubber outfit on their body – the black rubber clung to their skin from the neck down, badly hidden by a loose cardigan and a pair of sweatpants they usually discarded just before reaching the club. Even with that, they had noticed that people’s gazes seemed to just slide off them, even while wearing their catsuit on its own, a sight that should normally be intensely provocative considering their outstanding body, if they did say so themselves.
Wearing the suit to the club had just become so convenient, and made the shift from Stacy to thing so much more fluid and smooth. Stacy sighed, wishing that the pill could just never wear off, and turned their attention to the question blinking in front of them.
Behavioural changes? Well, they had simply decided to drop that whole nothing of being a “woman”, did that count? They’d just felt far more natural at some sort of neutral spot in the middle – their favourite time was when they were out of their body, after all, and Stacy was pretty sure anonymous latex creatures didn’t care too much about gender. They shrugged, tapping in an answer with rubber fingers, before swiping to the next question. Probably not worth worrying about.
4: Has your outlook on life changed in a positive direction following your consumption of Fixx™?
“A positive direction? I mean, that’s a pretty tough question, right?”
Reed was lying back on his bed, stripped down to his boxers and frowning at the questionnaire open on his phone. He’d been puzzling his way through it up to this point, but this latest one had him completely stumped.
“Whaddya think, Vik?”
Down on the other side of the bed, lying on their front and with their legs kicked up in the air, his partner was busy with their head buried in their laptop, faint giggles and appreciative noises drifting up from their direction every so often.
“Huh? I just found something hilarious, come look!” They shuffled aside, grinning as they revealed the latest curiosity plastered across the screen. Reed’s eyes went wide, before they both descended into giggles at the sight of a balloon-shaped dildo, cast as if it were inflated and twisted into a phallic form. For Reed, it just brought back all-too arousing imagery of his partner after taking Fixx, along with the hijinx the pair kept getting up to with each additional dose. The giggles showed no sign of stopping, even as Reed held the phone out to Vik, inviting an answer.
As they calmed down, Vik simply gave a shrug as a response. “Sure, why not? I’m having a great time with the stuff, and…” they prowled towards Reed, a grin splitting their face. “I know you’re loving it. Want me to show you a magic trick?”
Reed grinned back, typing in a quick answer and setting the phone aside. “What do you have in mind, handsome?”
“Well…” Vik turned away, diving down next to the bed to grab one of their favorite toys. “How about; I buy that dildo, and then we see if we can make this strap-on…” They turned back, revealing a thick lump of silicon hanging between their legs. “Disappear!”
The next fit of giggles lasted a few minutes, until it was replaced with room-filling moans mixed with hiccuping laughter.
5: Do you consent to receiving further doses of Fixx™, and participating in our upcoming PermaFixx™ Program? Answering “Yes” to this question also qualifies you to win a potential trip to our Fixx Factory.
Far away across the city, near the heart of a complex of buildings everyone thought abandoned and no one thought to actually investigate, atop a pristine white table, a phone buzzed over and over. A figure leant down to inspect the responses to their questionnaire, a grin spreading across their face as answers to the final question flooded in – in truth, the only question that really mattered. The rest of the little quiz was useful data, yes, but this last piece would signal which among the responders would be fit for further experimentation.
A hand, clad in a spotless white latex glove, tapped the screen, flicking through those responses, until it displayed the latest batch of hopefuls, those personally chosen for greater things.
KIMMY: Yes.
JASPER: Yes.
STACY: Yes.
VIK & REED: Yes.
Olive smiled to themselves, picking up the phone and approving five new names to be inducted into the Program. They were going to have a lot of fun with this set.
They couldn’t wait.