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 TEACHER!" 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..."
"But I was already a... Can't I just..." I mutter, trying to justify not needing any change since I was already a qualified teacher. "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'. However, before I can move she holds out her hand, pausing me in place as she glances over her tablet. "Wait... sorry love" she chirps, moving further down the hallway. "We'll need to use theater four, it's a decent bit larger" she explains, reaching for the door labelled 'Theater Four' as it sits a little further away from the neighboring suites.
"It's 'cause I'm tall right?" I chuckle nervously, following along as I try to peak into the room. The dark-skinned nurse pauses for a moment, looking away for returning her gaze to the tablet.
"Not... exactly" she mutters, not wanting to lie. "We'll just need a bit more space to get this one done dear."
She opens the door, revealing a boxy white 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 some things for you, a lot of things really, 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 light brown hair, a series of teeny tiny needles with out much else beyond some insane seeming dexterity, a drill with a narrow set of arms beneath ready to slide into any freshly made hole, 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..."
"...ate working on the fatties..." grumbles the frustrated voice of a woman in front of me, her words faltering between huffs and grunts as she tugs at something. I can feel a soft clingy material encase my legs, the warm clothing covering both far less and far more than it really should.
My whole body aches, my skin feeling overly tight as it's been pulled taut against some bloated and overstuffed interior. My skull pounds painfully, a series of stabbing aches wrapping around the bone like tiny puncture wounds.
"She's not fat" coos an oddly familiar English voice, a soft woolen fabric soon sliding up my left arm as it's raised into the air. I feel my upper arm jiggle, a heft and weight hanging from the diminished muscle and bone. "She's cuddly, and warm, and..."
"Enough of the spiel Liz..." groans the older woman, lifting my legs one after the other with a loud groan. "You're not the one staring up at their fatty mons each..."
"Douglas!" squeaks the English girl, lowering my arm gently as she moves to the other one. "She's gorgeous, don't talk about our client's like..."
"Where am..." I croak, my voice hoarse with a feminine lilt to it. "When do we..."
"We're already done love" the English girl giggles, sliding my other arm into it's loose and soft sleeve. "It was honestly a fairly quick on for you, we've kept a lot of your original material so..."
"And we poured in a lot more" the older women chuckles, her hands shifting away from the pants still wrapped around my thighs to grab my stomach. Her fingers press into the large and distended flesh through some flimsy cotton sheet, her delicate and nimble digits feeling around in an almost probing fashion as they sink deep into the large and bulbous belly.
My eyes flutter up at the sensation, the harsh light of the room stinging my eyes. My skin tingles and my brain buzzes as the woman squishes and prods at the oddly large bulge I'd found myself with, a static fuzz soon fills my skull as I let out a little pleasured sigh.
"Seems they're working fine..." mutters the stocky woman, her blurry image starting to come together in my distorted vision. Oddly enough I find myself struggling to make out her face, the closeness of her seeming to make the image degrade while the wall continues to fade into focus.
"I can't... my eyes..." I wheeze, still purring slightly in a warm feminine voice as I begin to feel warm all over with the continued pawing at my flesh. Suddenly, the world snaps into focus as a pair of glasses are slipped onto the bridge of my nose.
My vision is framed in a wild tangle of light brown hair, the tone matching my own but the volume of the stuff being an order of magnitude or two more than what I had only hours ago. The heavily tangled mess of hair makes it hard to see, the short blonde soon moving away from my stomach as she reaches up to grab my arms.
"Come on, on your feet" she huffs, giving me a firm tug as I feel like my shoulders are about to dislocate. The nurse soon helps as well, pushing me from behind as I slide from the edge of the bed.
The world shifts heavily around me, my view of the world far closer to the floor than I expected. My chest and ass jiggle and wobble to an insane degree, the waist band of the pants resting beneath the mammoth ass cheeks I can feel ripple long after my sweaty tiny feet make their shoe-covered impact with the ground.
A pair of hands suddenly grab the waistband of my tight clingy pants, stretching the seemingly extremely elastic fabric out before wriggling it up and over my ass and hips. With a sudden snap the band whip back into place, the top resting well above my massive feeling rear and atop of soft squishy layer encompassing my widened hips. Two thumbs slide around the band, tucking it up beneath my cotton top and the pants come to rest just above my belly button that feels too far out from my body.
"There we are love" coos the English girl, her hands quickly moving to pat down my clothes to straighten them out.
"My.. eyes they're..." whimper, blinking as I try to focus on the world beyond the glass lens and the thick black frames.
"Beautiful darling" the nurse chirps, placing a hand at the small of my back before leading me towards the door. "The glasses make them just... pop you know."
"Huh..." I mutter, coughing heavily again as I waddle along beside her. My whole body shakes disconcertingly, a layer of soft plush material beneath me skin wobbling on it's own. My chest heaves, two massive mounds roiling like liquid in a set of tight cups. Straps dig painfully into my shoulders, my soft and supple flesh stinging as the straps strain against it with each heavy step.
Looking to my right I catch a horrifying sight. I catch a brief glimpse of the bio hazard containers, the brightly labelled canisters now filled to bursting with shards of bone and flesh. One large container sits with what appears to be my cock, the flaccid member bobbing in the tank with a seemingly empty set of balls.
"What... uh..." I wheeze, my whole body growing sweaty as I try to move the weight clinging to my bones while dressed in my warm attire. My hips rock dramatically with each step, my thighs grinding and rubbing together with each of my staggering waddling strides.
"Sorry darling..." the nurse sighs, guiding me to the door. "We're running a little behind, we need you on stage as soon as possible" she explains, reaching out to pull the door open for me as a wall of sound begins to buffet my ears.
"But I... I..." I huff, my warmly and naturally nurturing voice causing the dark-skinned girl to seemingly shiver with delight. I feel my hair hang around me, my shoulders parting the long and heavy mass as it it's to reach down and brush against my bulbous rear. Rogue strands catch at my ears, the set of dangling hanging metal accessories nagging the hair and tugging at them as I move.
"You'll do amazing dear" the nurse coos, nudging me out the door. "Just up the stairs and I'll get your goodie bag ready" she explains, quickly closing the door behind me as I'm left standing awkwardly in the main hall.
"Oh my!" call a voice over the speakers, my gaze turning up to the blonde as she stands with a hand to her lips. "That can't be... Our Loving Lovely Teacher?" she coos, the crowd pausing it's general murmuring for a moment before cheers begin to erupt from a scant few members of the audience.
My face burns red, my eyes darting around as I try to find a way out of going on the stage. To my right rests a hastily erected black curtain, not only blocking off my exit but also leaving me a surprise to those in the audience.
The blonde, catching my hesitance, turns to the audience. "Looks like she's a little shy folks, but you all want to say hello right?" she asks, the calls from the crowd building as she looks back at me with a smirk.
On uneasy legs I take my first unassisted step, wobbling and waddling up the stairs. My joints straining for a moment before suddenly clicking, a strange sense of surety and strength filling the moving parts around my knees and hips.
As I step out the audience soon grows into a mixture of muttering and more cheers, some loving whatever had been changed whiles seem to look with a bit of concern. Others even laugh or at least try their best to stifle down the chuckles, my heart racing as I stumble out beside the now taller blonde.
'That CAN NOT be the same guy!'
'Holy shit ho much Pink Goo is even in there?'
'He wears it... I mean SHE wears it well... Right?'
'Those things look back breaking, how the hell could they...'
A sudden shift on the projectors catch my attention, the camera shifting and refocusing to frame me from and center. My bright blue eyes go wide behind their new glass lens, the color draining from my blushing and reddened pale face as I stare up at the terribly shocked looking soft and doughy woman in her early to mid thirties.
Her long and wild hair is oddly familiar, the long tangled mess that reaches down to her wide flabby hips being an identical color to my own light brown tones. It has far too much volume as well, a far cry from my neatly old neatly trimmed hair-do. A large set of thick framed black glasses rest on her dainty upturned nose, the lens magnifying the familiar set of bright blue eyes behind them with the start of some subtle wrinkles beneath and to the sides.
Her chin and jawline is dainty and feminine, her soft and rounded chubby cheeks and the faint hint at the start of a second chin adding some mass to what would have otherwise been a set of sharply delicate features. An exact match for my own very light dusting of freckles dot her cheeks, the sight of her with them causing my stomach to sink.
Her narrow shoulders are lined with a layer of soft and supple plush, the continuation of it being lost as her upper arms are hidden withing a bulky and soft beige shawl cardigan. A set of oddly shaped colorful glass stones rest around her neck, the artsy and seemingly handmade necklace mirroring the colorful dangling glass panes lined with copper in her ears.
A black tank top rests over her chest, a cavernous valley of cleavage on full display along with the hint of the black cups supporting her fatty chest. The pale mounds with visible blue veins seem to wobble with the slightest movement, each one easily as big as her head, the soft and usually sagging chest only forming the shelf with the assistance of her large black bra.
As she shifts awkwardly, mirroring my own movements with her five foot four frame, I begin to make out the sight of some bulging mass around my stomach. While not insanely large her midsection appears fairly doughy and rounded as it pools out into her wide and well padded hips. A set of tight gray yoga pants cling to her sorter legs, her large plush thighs causing the material to visibly bulge and stretch over them. Her feet end in a comfy set of Ugg Boots, the beige boots with wool lining feeling sweatier and gross by the minute despite the softness and comfort they provide.
Her ass, from what can be seen beneath the cascade of hair, is downright insane and puts her chest to shame. The yoga pants hold the cheeks tightly, the thick flabby assets immediately catching the eyes as they ripple with each movement.
My mouth falls open in shock, the image on the projector quickly following suit. Tears well up in my eyes, a rush of emotion crashing into me like a wave as I feel my composure ripped from me. I suddenly feel a hand on my shoulder, the blonde holding it firmly as I begin to sniffle and whimper.
"Isn't she such a cutey folks?" the blonde coos, wriggling in close to wrap her arms around me in a warm hug. "I just want to cuddle up with her all day" she continues, her free hand down to cup beneath my chest.
Her fingers slowly begin to sink into the flesh before her palm begins to bounce the copious amount of flab. The cameras quickly soon in, the shot adjusting to the paleness of my skin as it begins to show some wrinkles and imperfections in my skin.
"Pink Goo has come a looooooong way" she coos, slowly moving to paw at and squeeze my engorged assets. My breath grows short, my heart fluttering as warmth begins to build in my chest and between my legs. My faces begins to grow red, my soft and chubby cheeks becoming crimson as the tall blonde massages my immense chest.
"While still able to make the classic 'Anime Tiddy' as they've been called, we've also been perfecting a more realistic feel and and jiggle. With careful modifications and incorporating various grades of goo we can make something that sags, the wobbles, and that feels just like the real thing" she explains, ending with a pinch of my nipple as I find myself whimpering softly into the microphone.
The tears in my eyes begin to run down my checks, the sudden display of emotion tempering the cheers from the crowd as they struggle to square the perverse display and my apparent reaction. The blonde however, takes it in stride as she wipes the tears from my blubbery cheeks.
"Awww sweetie, is someone feeling a little emotional? Maybe a bit hormonal?" she asks, using my own cardigan to dab the wet streaks away. "Don't worry, it's natural... All natural thanks to our friends at Endocrine Engineers" she explains, her soft and caring tone shifting back to a bright and bubbly pitch as the demonstration continues.
"With their new formula of Pink Goo gone are the days of implants and sub-dermal patches. Get you daily dose of blockers and hormones from inside your own body as the Pink Goo releases their payload over the course of years and even decades" she states, my gaze turning down to my chest as I begin to whimper and sniffle heavily to try and fight back to roller coaster of emotion racing around inside of me.
"And..." the blonde chuckles, snaking her hand down to the hem of my top before suddenly lifting it with a tug. I let out a squeal, the shock of having my skin exposed to the world hitting me like a tone of bricks. "She has plenty of this new Pink Goo blend to go around" the blonde goes on to say, her hand slapping my belly gently as the heavy flesh ripples and wobbles for a few seconds after.
I watch it shake in the projection, the tall and wide bulge of fat resting over my stomach seemingly filled with the hormone releasing artificial flab. As the blonde fiddle with the hem of my yoga pants she soon reveal my belly button, the sight of the crinkled skin around the fat engorged area making the once tiny hole seem larger than it had once been.
As the blonde traces over the red lines that had since formed in my supple skin from the waist band I shudder, the tingling in my skin and the warm buzzing in m head returning.
"Realistic damage to the dermis" she states, her fingers soon dancing across the surface with a gentle tickling. "Dozens of layers of Skin Spray and Augmented Pink Goo, working together to make this delicious little thing oh so perfectly realistic" she coos, bringing the microphone up to my ear as she practically purrs into it.
"Better hit the gym dude!
"Lay off all the chocolate sweetheart!"
"Can she even run with those things?"
The blonde cocks an eyebrow, seemingly confused by the comments. "Oh well that wouldn't do anything" she states, ruffling my hair before pulling my pants back up over my belly. "You can't just exercise away Pink Goo, she'll be perfectly curvy and cuddly like this from now on" the blonde explains, patting my overly plush and saggy rear.
The tears begin to flow again, the thought of being stuck with a permanent and heavy layer of fake fat beneath my skin easily being amplified by the heady mixture of hormones assaulting my brain.
"Urgh, I hate it when they cry"
"What's wrong, they knew what they were getting into"
Suddenly, the tingling returns and my head feels fuzzy as the blonde begins to rub my belly and tease the fake flab once again.
"And why would she want to get rid of it anyway?" she asks warmly, for a moment sounding almost like she cares. "Why would she want to get rid of it when she'll learn to love it soon enough with the help of our friends at Sub-Dermal Suggestions!" she states, giggling as her hand traces it's way up to over my chest and up to my scalp.
"This little lady is chocked full of surprises folks" the blonde chuckles, gently scratching at my scalp as I feel like I'm bound to melt. "Beneath all this are a set of the latest and greatest neural interfacing devices. Simply put they give you the warm and fuzzies when they detect the right stimulation, and don't worry, by the time they're broken down you'll be feeling that same way all on your own."
The crowd murmurs with a mixture of amazement and disbelief, unsure as to how to react to the hidden components buried inside my skull and fused to my delicate grey matter.
"Welcome to a life of back pain sweetie"
"Holy shit yeah, that rack must be awful"
The blondes hand traces down my scalp, running firmly over my neck as her massages my tense and aching muscles before lining up with my spine. As she begins to softly massage my back she rolls her eyes a little, smirking out at the crowd.
"I think she'll manage" the blonde coos, kneading her fingers deeper and deeper into my back as she travels lower and lower. I begin to moan deeply, the tears still rolling down my face as I find my unable to stop myself. "See, she's not just shrunken down now. We..."
"Shorter, Yes. Shrunken? No"
"We!..." calls the blonde, talking over the heckler. "..Had a lot of muscles left over over all was said and done, so we've made sure her back and joints are rock solid and reinforced. No amount of slouching or running will ever wear her down, the supporting muscles will last until the end of her days."
Suddenly, a drum roll starts as the screen quickly change to show a close up of my older doughy and reddened face. Beneath the image shows my 'Job' as 'Teacher', the title slowly shifting to the edge of the screen as a plus sign begins to fade in.
"Ooooooh" coos the blonde, giddily clapping her hand as she retracts one from my back. "I've been so excited to announce this."
"What are... are... are you..." I whimper, struggling to get the words out between each sniffle.
"In today's economy, one job just isn't enough. So today, we'd like to announce the testing phase of our new 'Side Hustle' program. Looking over your profile as normal we can find the next best option for your work, the second best fit or the third best or more. With this knowledge we can better target your profession, even adding additional income streams to not only earn you more money but to make you more fulfilled."
The blonde steps in behind me, placing a hand on my shoulder before resting her chin on my head.
"And our little wonderful teacher accepted to be our first participant. We've taken the initiative to try our best to incorporate everything during her little...touch up, making sure she can properly fulfill her roles as...
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