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.

Job-Bod - Part Two

"Better get going..." I mutter, blowing on the coffee in an attempt to cool it down. I chug the hot coffee as I wander towards the front door, snatching up my wallet and keys from the coffee table before leaving the empty mug behind.

With keys in hand I open the door, creeping out as I creep down the hallway on my way to go to a 'Jobs Fair' to try and get assigned a new job and Job-Bod. As I pace my way towards the stairs and down towards the parking lot beneath the building I pull my phone from my pocket once more, checking the email in the hopes of getting the address for my GPS.

Job-Bod Fair! Come down to see live demonstration and discuss your future.

  Come down to the South Road Exhibition Center to find out what the Job-Bod program can do for you.

Meet members of the program and learn about their experiences.

See the latest and at times experimental technologies being brought to the program first hand.

New-U-niform and Rent-a-Bod will be on-site to handle all your needs.

Join us next weekend, and find your future

Job-Bod - Part One

 The loud screeching of my alarm blares from beside my bed, the high pitched whine being the only way I knew I would wake up at this hour of the morning. The sky is still dark out, the dark blue cloudless space only barely starting to change as the sun begins to rise far on the horizon.

I slap around weakly, struggling to find the source of the ear-piercing noise in the din of my bedroom. Squinting, my eyes filled with sleep, I try to find my phone via the glowing light of the screen. The sound only grows louder by the second, a feature of the alarm to force me out of bed as I frantically slap my hand around out of a worry that I'd wake the neighbors.

Finally I spot it, my hand sliding across the squat bedside table clumsily as I send the phone to the floor.

"Shit..." I groan in frustration, my voice coming out in a low whisper. I'm forced to roll about in the bed, hanging off the edge as I pat the clothing riddled floor in search of the small yet terribly loud device.

After no small amount of effort I feel my fingers tap the plastic case of the phone, my hand moving to snatch it up as hastily as I can. I quickly unlock the screen, turning off the alarm as I spy the reminder at the top of the screen.

DO NOT FORGET: Job-Bod