Job-Bod - Part Five

Patting my pockets I find my keys resting in the bottom of the same jacket pocket as my guest badge, the familiar object looking strange in my new smaller and slender grip. Opening the driver's side door I climber inside, sinking into my seat as I whimper at the numerous aches and pains wracking my freshly reformed body.

I'm forced to adjust the seat and mirrors, the thought of driving while struggling to see or reach anything easily being more concern than giving into the changes that had been made. As I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, the piercing gaze of my emerald eyes staring back at me, I let out a sigh.

"Well... this is going to be fun to explain" I say with a chuckle, starting my car as I begin the hopefully short drive home.

 

As I drive the short distance back to my apartment I can't help but pinch and adjust the overly tight and form fitting jeans covering my muscular legs. My stomach sinks with each tug and shift, the crotch digging into a new sensitive mound between my legs and acting as I reminder of what was now missing down there.

"These things would have crush my cock anyhow" I weakly chuckle, fighting back tears as I firmly grip the steering wheel my eyes darting down to the bountiful mounds of sculpted flesh and artificial fat bound in the poorly fitted black cups as they block my view of what lay below.

I whimper pathetically as I take a hand from the wheel, my fingers grazing over the fake muscles as I feel the real deal twitch and pulsate beneath them. My mind turns to what lay beneath it all, my stomach turning as I grow nauseated at the thought of what 'functional organs' they could have implanted into me.

Little did I know that I was at least safe in that regard. While the perfect little slit was connected to something that would appear to be, for all intents and purposes, a functioning reproductive system it was all a ruse. Periods were out the window, as was any chance of pregnancy, the sole purpose of the intricate system of organs being tuned towards something far more creative.

Pheromones, signalling chemicals, and all manner of other traits had been borrowed from the animal kingdom to assist in the latest creations from the Innovation Center, the fruits of that labor now sitting inside me as they slowly sprung to life. While something like this wouldn't be available on the open market for some time, and certainly not without further testing as to the effects it could have on those innocent bystanders that could be caught up in its use, a single missing set from a trade show would likely go unnoticed in light of a buzz its announcement would create.

Job-Bod - Part Four

"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.

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.

Soulless and Sentient - Part Three

I begin to shiver in the cold night air and the rain, the tight and revealing clothes leaving me with little to combat the cold. My mouth hangs open, whimpering half words slipping out from my lips as I try to comprehend just what was happening.

I watch as the hands flutter about once more, patting over my body as if to take stock before pulling a phone from my top and typing.

'Spare key under mat, go home'

 I feel a shiver run down my spine, the feeling of the petite hand plunging unto the cavernous cleavage inside the tight teal top only acting as a part of the strange sensations wracking my rebellious body. The feeling of the hot and sweat-soaked phone clinging to the soft and supple fatty flesh bound inside the top, the device causing my skin to catch and cling thanks to the warm moisture, causing my mind to reel.

Covering the phone screen with one hand, fighting to keep the rain away from the already sweat coated device, my body rapidly begins to type out yet another message in a clumsy frenzy with the other hand.

'Please, I help'

'Promise'

Mismatch Wish - Part Three

The bottles beside the couch rattle and roll once again, the sight of a nice bottle of Cabernet spinning out into view as I wheeze on the floor. My chest aches from falling onto it, every fiber of my being burning from exertion after all that had happened.

"Okay, you're mad, but..." comes a tiny voice from inside the lamp, the sound barely audible even inches from the brass antique.

"Honey?!" Calls a voice from somewhere in my home. My head tilts up as I blow the matted hair from my face. My blood runs cold, the sound of the approaching footsteps reinvigorating me and demanding my body to flee.

As I look up from the floor, my chest pooling out beneath me and my naked body on full display, I watch as the owner of the voice rounds the corner and my gaze falls on an Athletic and tan redhead, dressed in a leather apron and torn jeans, shaking her head as she looks down at me.

Mismatch Wish - Part Two

I'm thrown back into my seat, my whole body pinned into the cushions as wisps of purple mist begin to wrap around me.

"I'll try to make it as normal as possible" Amira explains, her visage soon disappearing from view as I find myself entombed in the reddish-purple smoke. "No monkey's paws, no sudden unexplained changes people will notice.

I open my mouth to say something, only for a thickly perfumed plume of smoke to rush in to fill the void inside.

I hear some papers rustle as Amira reads the three wishes from her collection before muttering "I suppose these ones will be fine." Her voice shakes a little with uncertainty, wavering like the flimsy sheets of paper in her hand. She begins to mutter something under her breath, the sound of her words falling away as they're soon overwhelmed by the crackling of bones.

"Let's see... I wish that I..."

Mismatch Wish - Part One

Taking a deep breath I turn to look over my living room, my gaze darting about as I search for more cleaning to do. I had been up since the wee hours of the morning, slowly working to tidy and get my living space back into working order after months of neglect.

Walls had been dusted, bedroom cups washed, and floors vacuumed. I can't help but look over the room with a satisfied grin, from the freshly dusted bookshelves to the dishes drying by the sink. Slowly turning to my old and well-loved green sofa I begin to pace over to the canvas bags sitting on the cushions.

"I think it's about time..." I mutter with a grin, pulling open the bag as the eclectic haul inside catches the afternoon sun.

Soulless and Sentient - Part Two

"Perfect..." drones a tired disinterested voice, a set of hands clutching at my collar.

In the faint light of the side street, the street lamps from the main road doing their best to try and illuminate the shadowy alley, I find myself freezing up as I look at one of the girls I had lingered on during my walk home.

My mind struggles to snap from the mixture of shock and the heady haze of liquor as she tugs herself closer to me, my eyes darting over her in the dim light as I finally find myself recognizing her from inside the gym.

Rain and sweat soak her teal top, the tight spandex struggling to restrain the immense bust beneath. Her rack rises and falls rhythmically with her heavy breathing, the race to catch up to me leaving her panting after her vigorous workout. Strands of shimmering platinum blonde hair cling to her vacant face, her plush lips twitching slightly as they struggle to even weakly smile up at me.

I stare into her unfocused hazel eyes, her long lashes fluttering on occasion due to the drizzling rain. The heady scent of built-up sweat blends with the chemical yet floral smell of women's deodorant, the latter seeming to have been poorly or lazily applied before her workout.

Soulless and Sentient - Part One

However, seeing was believing. My world turning upside down when I came face to face, lips to lips, with one of these poor creatures as I stumbled home drunk one night.

A slight drizzle comes down outside in a misty haze, the window by my seat fogging up as the warmth inside the bar clashes with the frigid cold outside. The whole place is abuzz, my usual nerdy haunt hosting an afterparty for a local convention, with people in various costumes and cosplay staggering about with new friends and acquaintances.

Soulless and Sentient - Prologue

They shamble through life, the not-quite-walking dead. Their eyes glazed over and unfocused without that certain vital spark behind them. Grunting and mumbling out one-word answers through strained tones they shuffle about as though on rails, looking for something.

While many move about this way, life getting them down or simply due to a rough night's sleep, there are some with some greater issue. These scant few can only grow in number, though their affliction is normally simply spread.

The lack of one's soul.

Bodyy Balm - Part Three

After no small amount of thought, the morning soon turning to afternoon as I fumble and fiddle with the canister in my hands, I finally make a decision. I swallow hard, pushing the box of spare Bodyy Balm under my sofa as I race out the front door and downstairs to set a trap for Emily, the bitchy gym bunny.

As I rush down the stairs I think back to the times she had made life hell for those of us around the building, the stolen packages, the dumped and stolen laundry, and the changing clothes in public places with constant threats to go to her grandmother if we didn't apologize to her over it all. Always with that smirk on those cock sucking lips and a sneer on her delicate and innocent-looking face.

I could understand how her grandmother bent to her every whim, looking so sweet otherwise it would not take much for her to manipulate people especially someone as doting as a grandmother eager to see her grandchildren.

"She's in need of an attitude adjustment" I justify to myself, panting and sweating more profusely as I rush through the humid and warm stairwell. 'My attitude specifically" I think with a low chuckle escaping my lips.

Bodyy Balm - Part Two

I continue around the room for a bit, my eyes darting between the box, the balm in my hand, and the apartment at large. With a deep breath I finally make my decision, I'll make someone a suit, stealing their life permanently.

My gaze flits through my apartment, the degrees hanging in the wall and the books in the shelves all of which I had spent tens to hundreds of thousands of dollars to amass. For what? To be fired out the gate and to struggle to find anything worth my time and education afterward? To live in an overheating little shoe box of an apartment, to be cooked inside my own skin?

With each passing thought my drive to follow through with the sick plan grows. It'd just take a single canister of Bodyy Balm, dumping it into an unattended load of washing and then BAM. They didn't even need to know I did it, I could just be helping them live a normal life afterwards, a real good Samaritan filled with self-sacrifice.

Bodyy Balm - Part One

Most people though only knew the stories, having never gotten aboard the hype train or being able to find the scant few supplies before they left the shelves. However, beyond the illicit market some boxes of the stuff keep turning up. From old warehouses shipping the wrong stock they missed to garage sales including old half-used ointments.

It was from one of these that I found myself embroiled in the terrible and awe-inspiring substance. With me finding a crate of Bodyy Balm.

Bodyy Balm - Prologue

Few companies had seen such a relatively rise combined with such a dramatic fall as that of Body Balm. The cosmetic start up that had so hastily released its first, and only, product that they had failed to perform any sort of long=term testing. The aftermath led to a pull of the product from shelves, the stuff being deemed as too dangerous if it were to fall into the wrong hands.