I watch as a shadow creeps into the room, the thick dark lines spreading from the bright light beyond the door as my future partner slips into the room. I swallow hard, gagging and squirming weakly as my eyes lock to figure as they approach the tank.
My eyes go wide along with theirs, my pathetic squirming growing more pronounced as I set my gaze on Kelly Richards, my petite artsy neighbor who just started college looking downright shocked.
The young brunette stands in the doorway, her mouth agape as she stares up at my bobbing form. Her hazel eyes, shimmering in a blending of light browns and dull greens, dart around in a frenzy as she tries to reckon with the sight before her.
Her petite five foot seven frame is cloaked in a blend of think and flimsy clothing along with a warmer and cozy outer layer. A gray beret sits atop her shiny brown hair, the long luscious locks draping down over her shoulders. A black spaghetti-strap top clings to her slender frame, adhering her to pert and slightly more than modest bust. Her legs seem to be poured into a pair of jean shorts, the worn and weathered material sporting innumerable splotches of random paint.
A long shawl cardigan drapes down from over her shoulders to past her knees, the heavy and thick moss green wool providing warmth in all the rainy frigid weather we had been experiencing of late. Water droplets cling to the fabric, a black umbrella clenched in her left hand leaving a trail of water behind her wherever she walks.
"Mr Hughes?" she croaks, her light and airy voice catching in her throat.
"You know him already?" coos the dark-haired woman excitedly, clapping her hands together with glee. "Well isn't this wonderful, it must be fate that..."
"He's my... my neighbor..." Kelly wheezes, her bottom lip quivering slightly as she tries to mentally catch up with what was happening.
"And he matches oh so many of the traits that you wanted" the dark-haired woman chirps, looking down at the clipboard once more. "Submissive, educated, all manner of skills to help around the house. Don't want to just live off of cup noodle anymore?"
Kelly blushes as her inner desires are laid bare by the older woman, her gaze darting between the woman and my tank nervously.
"But he's... you know..." Kelly whimpers, trying her best to deflect from her desire to have someone cook for her so she doesn't have to.
"He's what? A man? We can change that with a quick little..." the older woman coos, glancing over to the thick ten-inch cock resting between my legs. "Or maybe you'd like to..."
"No!" squeaks Kelly, jumping a little as her small pert rear barely bounces with the violent motion. "I mean... he's kinda... old... sorry Mr Hughes..."
"We can change that as well" the woman says with a smirk, her finders tapping with glee against the clipboard in her hand. "We factored this into the build, it will be far more efficient to just age that down as opposed to building someones personality up piece by piece" she explains, pointing at the tank as she call me 'that'.
Desperate to make myself heard, to get free from the tank, I let out a long low groan as I heave my arms through the ooze. The goo clings to my flesh at an oddly deep level, each and every pore feeling as though it was held in place by hooks.
Kelly lets out a sharp squeal as I shift, the older woman shaking her head disappointedly.
"Mr Hughes..." she sighs, approaching the tank as she flips through her clipboard. "Remember what we said about moving? Paragraph 131, subsection B?" In one quick motion she holds up the clipboard, the thin black text blurring into one massive illegible mass on the page.
As though sensing my inability to read the text from within the tank the older woman sighs a little, pulling the clipboard away before she pulls out her phone. After a brief pause to unlock it and pull up the right app she holds the screen to the glass, the image on the screen causing my stomach to sink.
On the screen I watch a live image of myself inside the tank, the blurred figured undoubtedly my naked form. However, my arms appear smeared out through the warm goo, my skin and muscles splaying out like wings after my sudden movements
"It's an easy fix" the older woman states, pouting her lips a little as she paces around the take to take in the scene. "The destabilizing base has just left him a little more... malleable."
Kelly simply grows a sickly pale at the sight, her eyes watering at the grotesque figure floating before her.
"Oh course..." the dark-haired woman coos, flickering her way through the clipboard. "It will be a pricey procedure... assuming we don't go ahead with out plans for today. And that's not to mention the cancella..."
"No!" cries Kelly, her eyes quickly snapping forwards the manipulative staff member. Her face burns a deep red, her feet shuffling against the tiled floor. Her free hand fiddles with something in her pocket, a deep sigh escaping her lip as she gives me an apologetic look.
"No what sweet..." the older woman coos, a warm yet quite fake smile spreading over her lips.
"No... need to cancel..." Kelly barely manages to cough out, walking a little closer. "I mean... I don't want... He wouldn't..."
With the acknowledgement from her client, the dark-haired woman paces over to the tube before typing away at something just beyond my sight. Not wanting to turn my head, the thought of what the goo around me could do to my skull after what it had done to my arms.
The sharp clicking and clacking of plastic keys barely manage to reach my ears inside the tank, a low whirring slowly beginning to build beneath me in a disconcerting manner with each of her key presses.
"Of course, let's just finalize the product" the older woman chirps, her shadow shifting as she turns to face Kelly.
Kelly, her shoulders slumping slightly as she looks between me and the woman, slowly moves towards the sales attendant. Her head hangs low as our eyes meet, the large hazel pools going wide before she looks away nervously.
"Mom and dad are going to kill..." she whimpers, shuffling up next to the woman just beyond my sight. "What do I..."
"Just here Ms. Richards" the attendant states, a single loud smacking of a key resounding through the room. "Just double check the details and press accept once you're done.
For a moment the room is deathly silent, the two carefully reading some unseen screen line by line as Kelly reconfirms the type of person she had built as her perfect partner for life.
The beeping of my heart monitor builds faster and faster, suddenly pulses and shocks ripping through the gel around me as my muscles clench and melt with each agitating bolt.
"Uh... yeah... she's..." Kelly whispers, her voice quivering with uncertainty for a moment. "She'll be perf..."
"Wonderful!" squeals the dark-haired woman, her voice saccharine-sweet as she tries to finish up the appointment as soon as possible. "Just press... right... there..."
As the woman finishes her sentence a sudden burst of electricity shoots through the tank, the goo carrying some sort of data signal in it's painful jolts and subtle vibrations. The violent shocks cause my limbs to move against their will, smearing further and spreading out.
I hear Kelly scream briefly before my ear as blending into meaty mush, the sound suddenly turning to incomprehensible droning. The dark-haired woman walks about to the front of the tank, flicking through the papers once again before pulling one out and pressing it to the glass.
She begins to mouth something to me, pointing at the paper before back to me over and over.
Bubbles begin to form in the gel, the rapidly forming foam both cleaning the messy smears inside the tank while carrying away the left over mass around me. My mind begins to buzz under the constant bombardment, my gray matter reforming under the heady barrage inside my scalp.
I squint, the motion forcing my eyelids to lock into a partially closed state. My breath catches in my throat at the sight of the page, the image of a computer generated woman in her late teens to early twenties barely making its way through the bubbling viscous goo.
The wall of roiling bubbles quickly becomes to intense to read through. Before long I'm merely left to ruminate on the image I had seen on the page, the sight of a...
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