Job-Bod - Part Three

The roles keep flickering between each other for a while longer, holding for more and more time on each as it seems to grow more certain with it's decision. The crowd grows quiet, the sound of the band setting up in the Rent-a-Bod space and the shouts of those in the 'Innovation Center' being all that reverberates through the central hall.

Finally, the text seems to stop. The crowd along with blonde and myself waiting on baited breath for it to turn over one last time. As it sits on the role on screen longer and longer the crowd begins to cheer, the blonde soon taking her que, to gesture down at me.

"Let's hear it for the brand new Bartender!" the blonde calls out, the crowd that had formed behind me cheering and hollering with excitement. I turn to face them, finding myself face to face with a sea of people, all eagerly looking between me and the image projected on the walls around us.

"If you'd just come this way" the blonde states, leaning down a little to speak to me directly. The blonde gestures to the side of the stage, towards a door leading off to what appears to be a back wing of the 'Innovation Center'.

"Uh..." I begin to mutter, squirm under the gaze of the woman above me and the audience behind me. "Wasn't this just a..." I continue, swallowing hard before croaking the finish. "A demonstration?"

The blonde chortles slightly in response, giving me a look of confusion and amusement.

"That's right..." she says slowly, cocking an eyebrow before looking at the computer. "A demonstration of, hopefully, our new process. The end of that process involves... you know..." the blonde continues, slowing down waiting for me to catch the drift without her outright saying it.

The crowd begins to murmur, muttering of confusion and frustration soon rumbling out.

 

"Did he just do all that to... what... just leave?"

"Hurry up, I want to go next!"

 "Come on! Not all of us can be billion..."

"Fine" I wince, looking up at the blonde with pleading eyes. She gives me a little smile, leaning over to say something off mic to Micheal.

"...Him some of the new... ood for the dem... ite-off..." she says to the man crouching behind the computer rack, the technician nodding before looking at me with a smirk before pulling his phone from his pocket and typing out a message.

As I round the stage the crowd cheers, the voice of the blonde soon booming over the speakers.

"Let's hear one more time folks, but don't you worry he'll be back before the days out" She chirps, the noise of the audience reaching a fever pitch. "Now.. who wants to try out the AI Assessor next?"

I don't watch who gets selected for the next demonstration, wanting to eagerly escape the public eye as I pace to the side door. Opening it up I find myself looking at a slender corridor, two young women in masks standing in scrubs with tablets in their hands. To the right sit various small rooms, each closed off with signs reading 'Theater' before a simple number.

"Can you close the..." one of the two women begins to ask, their soothing voice made all the more calming with the lush and proper English accent behind it. I look over her dark skin, or at least what is visible beneath the copious amount of protective clean clothing, and her sparkling green eyes as I ease the door shut.

Suddenly the sound of outside is cut almost entirely, the bass reverberating through from the speakers in the main hall and the crowd wandering the 'Innovation Center'. The dark skinned woman gives me a nod, her mask shifting as she smiles.

"Thank you kindly" she coos, glancing down at her tablet as she looks at something. "Mr. Hughes?" she asks, eliciting a nod from me as I step closer.  Nodding in return she looks at the tablet, tapping at her screen before pausing as it makes a little chime. She reads it for a moment, cocking one of her thick eyebrows before simply continuing with a shrug and tapping the screen a few more times.

"This way" she chimes, gesturing smoothly to the door labelled 'Theater One'.

She opens the door, revealing a cramped and unsettling room. A surgical bed sits in the center, freshly dressed and made for the first procedure of the day. Bolted to the ceiling is an array of mechanical arms and attachments, from needles to knives and hoses each currently held back in a tight bundle. Cameras sit in each corner of the room, the massive black boxes seemingly less for security and more for mapping the space and those inside of it.

She gestures to the bed, the mask shifting again as I assume she smiles yet again. "Please take a seat and lay back, we'll start as soon as we can" she coos, glancing down at the tablet as I nervously look inside and the color drains from my face.

"Um..." I begin to mutter, glancing between her and the cramped room. "Do I need to..."

"Get changed? Don't worry about it darling" she chuckles, placing a hand on my shoulder and rubbing the cheap material of my shirt between her fingers. "We'll give you a new set of clothes before you leave, our little treat for helping us out today."

"I..." I wheeze, looking up at the large metallic spider of surgical tools as my blood runs cold.

"It's perfectly safe love" the nurse coos, shifting her hand to rub my back rather than judge my clothing choices. "Trust me, you'll feel amazing once all is said and done" she purrs, her voice like honey in my ear. A shiver runs down my spine, the urging voice causing me to step into the room. The nurse giggles a little, pulling the door slightly.

"That's it, you just have a lay down. I need to pop off and get somethings for you, but don't worry the room and the procedure is being observed by one of our fine surgeons." Before I can get another word out she closes the door, insulating me from sound even more thoroughly than before.

The tiny surgical room is dead quiet, the low thumping in my ears hard to determine as to whether it's my heart or some bass from beyond the multiple walls. Looking around I notice in the corner beside the door a variety of jars and containers, some glass and some with bio-hazard material markings. 

Wincing at the sight I sit at the foot of the bed, a cheerful lullaby-like chime soon emanating from the device above me. Looking up I watch as one of the hoses rapidly fills with a thick pink sludge, a variety of attachments soon whirring in a test phase around the nozzle.

"Please lay back" a warm feminine recording plays, the machine trying to  get me ready for the procedure. I pause for a moment, kicking my feet a little against the floor as I try to center myself. "Please lay back" the machine repeats, a series of clicks coming from the camera as they dial in on my seated form.

Exhaling deeply I lay back, wriggling position as I line up with the paper covered pillow at the top. As I stare up I watch as the machine above me begins to unfurl, spinning out as more and more elements begin to emerge from within the base. A tank filled with a pale green liquid and black hair, a large airbrush tool linked to a canister of a pale goop, a series of tiny little needles with a densely packed variety of colored sludge, each one catching my gaze one after the other.

Suddenly, I watch as a large mask launches down from the center backed by a segmented metal tube. It slams down with a surprising amount of force. The padding of the mask rubs against my skin, shifting around a little before lining up perfectly with my nose and mouth. The segments soon begin to lock in place, the hosing soon becoming a rigid tubing as it pins my head to the pillow.

As the tools begin to descend a hissing fills the tube. "Please take a deep breath" The machine coos, it's spider-like limbs soon looming over and surrounding me. "And just count back from..."

"..ut the jacket on yet ma'am?" asks a strangely familiar voice, my mind simply failing to grasp at anything as my head swims. Everything aches, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes my whole feels like it needed a warm bath and an ice pack to soothe all manner of aches.

"Not yet" comes a new voice, one somewhat older and practically right in my ear. "Look at them Candice! Not just ink, but made of colored print material" they coo excitedly, a set of hands soon grabbing my arm that had otherwise just hung limply beside me. "I need to buy Joel a drink for this one, no more fading with time or sun damage and it can just be removed like any other skin-job. This is going to be..."

"Wha..." I croak, my throat stinging as a hoarse feminine voice slips from my lips. I feel something inside my mouth, a shard of something solid hanging from the left side of my bottom lip.

"How are you feeling Mr. Hughes?" asks the English voice that I had met in the hall, the question being followed with the sensation of something cold running up my arm. The material is solid with some give, the subtle squeak and the weight telling me it was something akin to leather.

"When does..." I cough, hacking up something as I try to open my eyes. "When does it..."

"It's over now dear" the voice coos, giggling a little at the question. "Only took an hour or two, if you're lucky we may even get you to your first shift tonight." she explains, her hand rubbing at my back as I feel some soft and silky material cross between my shoulders.

Something digs into my shoulders, a set of two straps on either side hoisting up some weight on my chest. With each of my struggling breaths I feel the heft rising and falling, the extensions to my chest nestled overly tightly in some sort of binding clothing.

Slow I open my eyes, my vision struggling between the harsh light in the room and the dark black fringe in front of me. I can feel a mess of thick full hair dance around my ears and my neck, the front rising up to be a fringe that seems either poorly cut or that has lapsed between touch ups for far too long.

"Douglass..." hisses the English girl, her voice low as I hear the leather jostle behind me and feel the satin lining run against my back.

"Right... right..." the other voice mutters sadly, sliding my arm into the sleeve before waling around in front of me. She's a relatively stout brunette, the short and stocking woman in her mid-thirties appraising me through her slender glasses.

"Did they really have to ask for so much from the..." she sighs, reaching out to grab my chin and tilting my head around. I feel a bunch of things jostle with the violent motion, a weighted piece in my septum jostling while my ears literally jangle with the clashing of metal.

"It was viewed as necessary for the demonstration" the English girl mutters, unsure if she had done the right thing with the now conflicting opinions. "And Rachel said she was more than fine to test her new designs in a live..."

"And these? Are they real..." the doctor grumbles, reaching up to grab my ear as se thumbs over the many adornments. I feel her tug at a series of chains running along the outline of my ear, pinned in place with two piercings, before she moves to flick at a large industrial and several little metal pieces lodged in my flesh.

"Silver? Yes ma'am, only the best for our..." the English girl coos, only to be cut off by the doctor.

"Don't tell me we wasted such nice material on the... less visible ones" she sighs, seemingly despondent with the idea of giving away solid silver to some random person.

"Okay..." the English nurse mutters, biting at her lip beneath the mask. "I won't tell you that."

It suddenly hits me, my eyes blinking rapidly as I try to work out what I was feeling. I clear my throat, wanting to speak clearly this time. "Why can't I reach the flo..." I ask, freezing up as I hear the dark and sultry voice slipping from between my plush lips.

The doctor chuckles a little, smirking up at me from her smaller frame. "Well, seeing as the table was sized for a six foot something guy it makes sense that you'd struggle to reach little missy" the doctor chuckles, looking into my eyes as if to gauge some sort of response in my iris.

On reflex I move to brush her hand away, only to find myself smacking it oddly hard. The doctor winces as she pulls back her arm, rubbing her forearm with her other hand as she glares at me.

"Watch yourself" the English nurse chuckles, moving towards me to get one of my arms around her shoulders. "Remember, she may be smaller but we didn't waste a single muscle fiber when building her back up" she explains, pulling me down from the bed as my large combat boots come down with a loud stomp.

"Her?..." I groan, my legs shaking inside what feels like a tight set of denim jeans as I struggle to stand on my own. It was odd, I feel so extremely weak from the surgery yet at the same time I can feel some underlying sense of power and strength. My muscles twitch and throb almost imperceptibly, each jolt making me want to whimper with each cramp-like pain.

"Whatever..." The doctor grumbles, still rubbing her arm as she refuses to look me in the eye. "She seems all set to go, if a little out of it. Take her up for Michelle and Micheal to put her on show" she grunts, opening the door for us.

As I'm practically dragged from the room by the dark-skinned nurse I realize that we were a similar height now. My heart skips a beat, my gaze darting to the jars as I notice piles of carved off flesh and fat resting inside the bio-hazard containers.

The sound of the convention has reached a new height, the rumbling through the walls disorienting me almost as much as the sound of flesh ripping and metal clashing in the rooms that line the rest of the hall.

"Come on" the nurse chirps, reaching down to the small of my back to urge me forward before resting her hand on my narrow waist and flared hips. I'm guided down the short walk towards the exit door, the nurse stopping as she pulls her tablet out and fumbles to type at the screen while supporting me.

Is the curtain up?

Bartender redy

Now

As she finishes typing she waves to someone behind us, making some sort of gesture as I shiver and shake with the pulses wracking my every muscle. Suddenly, I feel the nurse shift as her hand snatches something from beyond my sight. I soon feel something cool touch my lips, the sweet taste of some sports drink soon filling my mouth as I quickly begin to guzzle it down.

"You're going to be needing a lot of these for a bit darling" the nurse coos, patting my stomach with her tablet. For a second I expect it to hit something soft, the limp muscles beneath a slight layer of fat. However, instead I find the firm device impacting an equally firm stomach as the outlines of a six pack bounce the tablet back.

"Wha..." I wheeze, blue sports drink dripping from my lips and running over the surface of my engorged and tightly restrained chest. "I have..."

"Oop..." the nurse chirps, opening the door before I can finish. "They're ready for you love, just up the stairs and follow along while we get your goodie bag sorted okay?" she explains, nudging me out into the headache inducingly loud main hall before closing the door behind me.

"Is that who I think it is!" coos the blonde from the stage, the woman turning to face me as I find myself standing behind a hastily erected curtain separating the door to the back and the crowd. Looking up I spot the projector on he wall, the display of the new AI assessor now replaced with just a live stream of a camera aiming at the stage.

I pause, my knee shaking as I struggle to stand let alone get on the stage itself. Despite my reluctance the blonde keeps trying to usher me up, waving a hand to gesture towards me as she turns to the crowd.

"Awwwww looks like she's shy folks, can we give our first participant of the day a little encouragement?" she calls out, a roar from the crowd soon ripping through the hall. The projectors soon show a subtitle in the lower third, a little description being typed out by some camera op somewhere.

'The Brave Little Bartender'

Realizing I wasn't getting out of this without going on the stage I swallow hard and steel myself. On shaking and struggling legs I begin to walk on my own, my hips popping and joints crackling as I find my altered gait leaving me sashaying up towards the stairs.

"Here she is folks, who remembers that tall lanky man from before?" the blonde calls out, the response from the crowd being smaller but certainly still present. "Well meet his better half, or better parts" the blonde jokes, reaching out to me to take my hand before tugging me up the final step and onto the stage.

Cheers and hollering soon fill the air, the bright lights blinding me for a moment as I struggle to adjust to the stage lights pointing straight at me. Raising my arm to shield my eyes I feel my arm nudge the squishy mound resting in some tight fabric cup, a clattering of metal soon following as I shift my fingers around to block the light.

 

"Fuck she's hot!"

"David! David! Make a booking!"

"How'd they do those in like an hour?!?"

"Step on me mommy!"

"That CAN'T be the same person!" 

 

Blinking rapidly I soon find my gaze drawn to my hand, the slender digits practically covered and adorned in all manner of glitter black and silver rings and chains. A mixture of a mandala and spiders web cover the back of my hand, the black outline and colorful surrounds reaching between my fingers to coat my hand before reaching up to the equally bright and bold sleeve tattoo that disappears into my leather sleeve.

Looking over at the projector I find myself staring in shock at an equally shocked young woman, the extremely fit and toned goth girl in her early twenties looking away to some other object as her plush black painted pierced lip hangs open and jaw slender cute jawline practically hits the floor.

The young woman sways in place, the leather jacket wrapping around her arms and shoulders swaying along with her as the messy strands of black hair bob and jostle lightly along. Her skin is very pale and fair, lacking much in the way of blemishes beyond a slight dusting of freckles along the bridge of her dainty and upturned nose. Large amounts of eye shadow surrounds her eyes, the dazzling emerald green jewels wide with shock.

Her frame is well toned and athletic, the tight torn black skinny jeans painting and image of the firm thighs and full rear fiddle beneath. Her arms are largely hidden, the bulky black leather jacket covering them for the most part. A hint of some skulls can be seen painted onto her shoulders, a variety of red and white roses spawning forth from the eye sockets and mouths. Roots and thorny vines extend from the floral tattoo, framing her chest and reaching down beneath her bountiful chest to connect the ink on her two arms with a green thorny heart on her sternum.

Her stomach is a sight to behold, much like her large and perky chest, her abs on full display as sweat begins to leave her assets covered in a delightful sheen and shimmer. Her hips flare out generously, the cause of my swaying stride becoming apparent, a set of firm and visible obliques leaving her with an extremely well defined midsection in general.

Her chest is poorly encased in just a bra, the large glossy black cups being just a hint to small as the voluminous flesh spills over the top. Easily more than a handful, each seems to be supported by two straps that create a criss-crossing pattern across her chest and squeezes the enticing mounds together.

I stumble as the blonde steps closer, the tall slender woman standing a good few inches above me. I must be only around five foot five at this point, the large and heavy black combat boots adding just a bit to bring me up to a more respectable height.

"Isn't... she... GORGEOUS!" the blonde purrs, the crowd erupting into cheers as the blonde circles me. She grabs at my jacket, pulling it back and down to reveal my arms more. As she tugs back I find myself flexing in response, my stomach tightening and my slender biceps bulging as I try to catch the clothing before it's gone.

The crowd oohs and ahhs, my gaze soon moving to stare up at the projections as I catch the sight of my two sleeve tattoos. Candles, fire, wolves, and cats all line both of my arms in a full 360 degree display, the backing of forests, mushrooms and dark gloomy flowers acting as a back board for the pops of color. Half-naked women drape themselves on my skin, their bodies on display beneath dark robes and pointed hats.

"With our new advances in Skin-Spray technology, thanks to the assistance of Dynamic Dyes, we can now give your tattooing dreams real staying power. With resistance to sun-damage and the effects of aging, you can expect your pieces to remain at it's original luster and vibrancy for decades to come." 

As the blonde paces around me I realize just what this is, the sales pitch my body had become for the exhibition hitting me like a tone of bricks as the blonde steps to my side and begins to run her hands over my stomach.

"Tired of all those sit-ups? With out new micro targeting Pink Goo shells we can create the perfect shape for the muscles you've always dreamed of" the presenter purrs, tracing her fingers across every curve of my abs and my hips as a whimpering moan escapes my lips.

"So they're all fake!" Someone calls from the crowd, the awe and amazement seemingly not capturing everyone.

"Not exactly" the blonde chuckles, moving her hand away as she flicks away the sweat. She strides over to the side of the stage she looks around, grabbing a tablet from a nearby bag before returning to me.

 "You may have noticed this sweet young things more compact package, at least in some places" she jokes, the crowd chuckling along. "But we didn't want to waste all her old muscles, even the less than useful ones..." she explains, pausing to pass me the tablet before whisper in my ear.

"Break it with your hands" she whispers, patting me on the back as she steps to the side to gesture at me.

Even in my dazed and dazzled state, every inch of my shrunken body diminished aching terribly under the harsh lights, I find the tablet feeling like putty in my hands. My biceps and triceps bulge, my shoulder blades and back muscles turning to a full on display with my lowered jacket as the camera cuts to show off my body from various angles.

The metal frame bends like butter, the circuit boards snapping after only a second or two of pressure. Suddenly, the screen shatters with a loud spray of tempered glass, the crowd cheering as I quickly finish the job of turning the tablet into one of those folding smart phones.

"With a little work and additional time, along with our experimental new treatments, we're able to reduce muscles down to base fibers before using them to bulk out more import parts of the body in order to create better supports or more powerful limbs." the blonde explains, shielding herself a little from the glass as I drop the tablet to the floor. "She'll be carrying kegs in each hand at this rate!"

"They waste away though!" shouts a voice from the crowd. "Who want's to spend sixteen hours at the gym!?" decries another as a ripple of laughter spreads through the crowd. "What happens to those fakes if she gets actually abs?"

For a moment I'm worried, unsure whether the hecklers were right, whether I'd become some pathetic weak thing or worse without an intense amount of exercise. How was I meant to do that? Where would I even start with...

"Well..." the blonde coos, walking over and patting me on the ass. She moves her hand up slowly, placing it on my shoulder blades and then my shoulders as she feels for something. "Our friends at Designer Dendrites have us covered with this top of the line and formerly top secret test design. We're still a ways away from market but..." the blonde states, gesturing to the projectors as an intense close up of my shoulders are brought on screen.

We all watch as the macro camera shows the taught ligaments beneath the dyed skin, the slender muscles seemingly twitching almost imperceptibly and at times between frames. The blonde turns to look at one of the cameras, mouthing something as the shot seems to slow down.

"We haven't determined a name for this one yet, again it's still in development and won't be launched for a long while..." the blonde explains, stepping away as she too watches the screen. "These new nerves... I guess I'll call them 'Auto-Trainers' for now, work to use micro pulses to give your whole body a baseline workout all-through the day. No need to hit the gym or get your ten thousand steps in, your new physique is safe in the hands of New-u-Uniform and Designer Dendrites."

The crowd returns to enthrallment as they ooh and ahh at the screens. I too follow along, watching as the muscles in my shoulder twitch slightly and shudder in alternating comprehensive motions to try and keep each shudder new and fresh in the barely seen work out.

"You'll be feeling it for the next few days though" the blonde chuckles, ruffling my hair before striding across the stage to glance behind the curtain I had stood behind mere minutes ago. "Don't worry, we'll make sure you'll have all the sports drinks you need for your daily work outs until things stabilize and the Pink Goo should be... removed by your body naturally by that point" she chuckles, the crowd both chuckling and clapping along as they seem to be lost in seeing a person now filled with experimental technology.

"Well well well, it looks like we have another visitor" coos the blonde, the air in the room shifting to a different sense of excitement as people eagerly await the next client. Looking behind the screen I spy a tiny mousey redhead with wild and fluffy copper hair, her eyes darting around in a bewildered manner as she seems to struggle with the size of everything around her.

"Thank you for your time Ms. Bartender" the blonde calls out, gesturing to the stairs on the far left of the stairs. "You can pick up your things from the girls up the front, I'd offer to have someone carry them for you but I think that'd be dreadfully wasteful" she giggles, the crowd laughing along with her.

"Give her a round of applause folks, I'm sure you'll see her out and about pouring drinks soon enough" she states, the audience applauding as I begin to nervously shuffle away and drag my heavy boots towards the stairs.

As I slip from sight, slumping over as my muscles sting and my skin aches, I try and catch my breathe as I hear the blonde begin to announce the next girl. "Everyone give a round of applause for the lovely little Digital Artist! Isn't she just soooooo cute!?"

Trying to steady my breathing I shuffle towards the curtain, pulling up the jacket and zipping it up as I push my way out into the convention once again.