Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: wandrer Title: Demo Part: Chapter 1 Universe: The Company Keywords: tf, best, mc, humil, bimbo, be, mf, ff Summary: The Company gives a demo of some of their latest developments to the board, testing them on a lawyer and her family at the behest of her husband. Disclaimer: This story is a work of adult fiction and contains sexually explicit material that some may find offensive. It is meant for persons over the age of 18 and is not suitable for children. All characters contained within are purely fictional, any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. The author reserves all rights to this work. It may be freely distributed, posted and archived electronically only in its entirety including all header material. It may not be sold in whole or in any part, or as part of an electronic document, printed material, voice recording or any other manner without proper copyright clearances being obtained from the author. "Demo" - Chapter 1 A tall, thin man entered the conference room and glanced around at the group of older men circling the table, whose conversation quickly filtered to a halt. As he set down a set of file folders, he looked at each of them hawkishly over his round glasses, and then flashed a thin smile which was gone nearly as quickly as it had appeared. "Gentlemen of the board...welcome. As you all know, our last year has been both extremely profitable, and extremely fruitful from a research perspective. "Before we go over the numbers, I thought I might spend the morning giving you all a brief demo of one of our more recent projects. To be specific, this will be a demonstration of the full MABA process, variant 384b, and will give us the opportunity to explore several other of our newest products as well. The subject in question...well, actually, let me introduce her and then I will give you further details as we go along." Thin fingers stroked a segment of the black table, and the area beneath them glowed a somber blue. With a small hissing noise, a door opposite the one that the tall man had entered through opened, and all heads turned inquisitively to see who would be joining them. After a moment, a girl walked in. To call her a girl, however, was a woefully inadequate description of the vision that walked through the door. She was probably somewhere between her very late teens and early twenties in age. Blond hair tumbled down around an angelic, curved face, framing it perfectly, while full, red lips glistened in a vapid smile beneath wide, blue eyes. She was of medium height - perhaps 5' 5" - and very slender...but with curves that belied her slimness. Huge, perfect breasts - DD cups at least - strained against the fabric of her light pink t-shirt, jiggling invitingly as she walked forward. To describe her stride as "walking" was a similarly disingenuous description. Her whole body seemed to flow and jiggle as she strode on tall stilletto heels, perfect legs sliding past each other inside her short black skirt. At a gesture from the thin man, she turned and then settled herself slowly onto the leather couch against the wall - even this simple motion seeming to exude the promise of sex. Needless to say, all eyes in the room were glued to her as she settled her skirt around her legs, smiling blankly at the men looking at her. After a suitably dramatic pause, the thin man spoke. "Why don't you tell us your name?" The girl smiled at him and licked her lips. "I'm Kimmie Cummy," she said happily, her voice an airy squeak. A couple of the men chuckled and she looked at them and giggled, clearly not understanding what they thought was funny. The thin man smiled briefly again, and addressed the somewhat distracted men around the table. "Kimmie, as mentioned, is the result of a full suite of our newest products, including the recently developed X-7b. Needless to say, before a few weeks ago, she was someone very different. Soon, she'll undergo her final conditioning and sealing, for our protection of course, and won't be able to share anything about her past. But for our demonstration, I thought it would be interesting to hear some things in her own words." He turned back to the blond sexpot once more. "Kimmie, why don't you tell the gentlemen who you used to be." The only indication of the emotions Kimmie was feeling was a slightly manic widening of her eyes and flaring of her nostrils. But when she spoke, it was in the same bubbly bimbo voice. "Umm...I was...Kim-ber-ly D...Dav," her nose scrunched up cutely as she struggled with the pronunciation, "...Dav...Davenport!" She flashed a huge grin as she finally got the word out, just the briefest look of horror flashing at the corner of her eyes. "Very good, Kimmie...and what did you do? What was your job before?" Kimmie bit her lip in concentration, and finally blurted out: "I did law stuff?" "That's right. Very good. And how old are you?" A stricken look crossed Kimmie's angelic face. She held up a hand and started slowly counting on her fingers, muttering to herself. "One...two...three...four...um...six...uh..." "That's OK, Kimmie...I can help...were you more than forty?" Another look of concentration caused Kimmie's face to scrunch up adorably, and then with another brainlessly happy smile, she nodded gratefully. Gasps came from the men around the table. The slim man again stroked the black surface, and a screen lit up on the wall. On it was displayed a picture of the upper body of a handsome, dark-haired woman in her mid to late forties. She was slim and severe-looking, with a fairly boyish figure. It was only after a few moments of comparison that it became obvious that the blonde bimbo smiling happily on the couch could have been the same woman if she had been molded into a porn star at a much younger age. Vital statistics faded in on the screen. "Kimberly Davenport is - or was - a very successful trial lawyer at a major New York law firm. At the age of 47, she was, until recently, married to her second husband, with two children - a boy and a girl - from a former marriage. The aforementioned husband - a similarly successful executive at a manufacturing firm - was caught having an affair by Mrs. Davenport last year. Bitter divorce proceedings ensued, which Mrs. Davenport largely won, taking by far the lion's share of their sizeable fortune. "Unfortunately - for her - her husband was introduced to our firm shortly before the trial was finished. He worked with our various departments to ensure that when the funds were transferred to her posession, they were in fact transferred to us, as was she." The various men around the table were glancing at the gorgeous girl and trying to reconcile her with the image of the woman on the screen, who looked old enough to be her mother. She looked back at them, her airy smile occasionally erased by a look of confused misery, but quickly bubbling away back to her normal vapid expression. "Kimmie here has undergone a thorough treatment, resulting in her new body and personality, as well as her reduced age - via a process which I'm sure many of you will be interested in hearing more about later. "The funds provided by her former husband go far beyond this, however, as you will see shortly as there is more to come. He has graciously allowed us to use the remaining purchases as a demonstration of some of our other new techniques. "In the meantime, however, let us return to our current topic. Kimmie...how do you feel about the changes to you...tell us honestly what you are thinking." Kimmie's lovely face took on an adorable pouting expression as her eyes glistened slightly with tears. "I don't like it. I hate being like this. I want to be smart again. I'll do anything...please...I don't want these huge boobies. I don't want to want," Kimmie's breath caught for a moment, and she said breathily, "I ...want...sex almost all the time..." The thin man nodded as Kimmie looked up at him pitifully. Her breathing seemed to be getting heavier as she blushed slightly, the moment she mentioned sex. "Kimmie, why don't you kick your shoes off and pull your lovely legs up and apart for us." The blond girl bit her lower lip cutely, then reached down and slipped her tall heels off. She slid her hands down to her ankles and then leaned back spreading her gorgeous legs wide apart, her skirt sliding up to reveal simple grey panties...which had a small, dark wet spot in the center. A glance at the girl's feet and ankles revealed that they curved oddly, which the thin man drew attention to while the girl held her legs wide for all to see. "Note that her feet and ankles have been modified - her feet must always be angled sharply upwards. Because of the size of her breasts, she is unable to balance on her toes when standing upright, the end result of which is that unless she has very high heels such as the ones she is wearing, she is entirely unable to walk." Kimmie was panting slightly, and the dark stain was starting to spread. "As you can see, even just being slightly exposed like this makes our little Kimmie excited. Kimmie...how many men had you had sex with before you joined us a couple of weeks ago?" With a trembling voice, Kimmie responded: "Th-three..." "And how many women?" Kimmie let out a small gasp. "N..none..." The dark stain was glistening now as her wetness soaked through, and her nipples - clearly quite large - had hardened and were poking through her pink shirt. "And how many men have you had sex with since we let you start wandering around the office two weeks ago?" "Ohhhh...l-lots and lots..." Kimmie was squirming on the couch now, her very wet panties thrusting slightly forward. A look of pained arousal washed over her adorable face. "Nearly forty, in fact...and how many women?" "OHHH..." "Thirteen...Kimmie, do you like licking women's pussies? Tell us honestly." Her eyes filled with tears as she whimpered, and she half shook her head, half nodded, clearly torn on the answer. "OHHNNNyennoohhh....ohh M-mister?" "Yes, Kimmie?" "C-Can I please play with myself now? Please?" She was so wet that a glistening pool of liquid had begun to form on the leather couch beneath her. She stared desperately up at the thin man and whimpered as he glanced, feigning thoughtfulness, at the rapt men around the table. "Tell you what, Kimmie...I have a deal for you. Don't do anything until you hear the whole thing, though. "You can either sit there on the couch, wipe up all of your juices with your wet panties, shove them into your mouth and suck your own pussy juice out of them while you play with yourself to your heart's content... "Or you can get up - without touching yourself! - and walk out the door you came in, and we will turn you back into Kimberly Davenport as best we can - restore your mind...make your breasts smaller, if you like... "The choice is yours." Tears began to roll down the blond girl's cheeks as she stared up at him in disbelief, and then her eyes turned to look at the door. She sat there, eyes wide in desperation as she trembled in obvious exertion... ...and then with a wail her hands flew to her panties and yanked them off over her long legs, revealing a smooth, completely hairless pussy, red and glistening with her intense arousal - the color shockingly bright nestled between her pale thighs. Moaning and eyes flicking to the door, she used her dripping panties to swab up the puddle of her own pussy juice that had formed between her legs, then with one final sob, she shoved the dripping panties into her mouth and drove her fingers between the folds of her pussy. Almost immediately, her entire demeanor changed as she let out a long, muffled moan around the panties filling her mouth. Her slim hand began making wet sounds as she slid it quickly between her pussy lips, stroking her clit and spreading her glistening juices. Her other hand began to paw at her huge breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples between her fingers under the pink fabric. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she began to grunt, then moan, then squeal in intense orgasm around her panties as she continually slurped her own pussy juice from them. After a few moments, the thin man turned from the frantically masturbating, voluptious girl, who had turned to lay on her back on the couch, freeing her huge breasts (topped with large, bright pink nipples), and was already starting on her second orgasm, pussy thrusting against her hand. "As you can see, poor Kimberly ne Kimmie is unable to fight her own worst urges. As you know, she would give almost anything to be given back her body and intellect...and yet even the temptation of simple masturbation is too much to overcome. "This is thanks to the genius of a little compound called AZKZ-12 we recently developed. The rough effect is that her sexual urges act somewhat like extreme drug addiction...she doesn't want to do these things, she knows that its wrong and horrible...and yet she can no more resist them than a heroin addict can choose not to pursue his addiction. "But even more useful, the addiction can be tuned through the application of some of our other compounds and some simple conditioning. So that the particular craving can be very specific, or very broad. "In poor little Kimmie's case, she's been made addicted to pretty much any kind of sex she's allowed to have, with a particular desire for humiliation in herself and...certain others." As he reached the end of his discourse, the thin man had to raise his voice to be heard over the screams of Kimmie as she came four the fourth and fifth times, now having slid two fingers into her asshole, ramming herself as hard as she could. The panties had fallen out of her mouth as she screamed, her juices long since sucked clean. The thin man turned back to her. "Kimmie, stop now..." With a moan of desire Kimmie shuddered as she pulled her hands away from her pussy and ass, her fingers sliding out of her asshole with a small "pop". She lay there, panting and dazed, cheeks still streaked with tears, as she looked up at the thin man and smiled. "Th-thank you mister...can I suck your cock now?" "Mmmm...perhaps in a bit, Kimmie." A look of obvious dissapointment flitted over the girls face as the man walked to the end of the table once again. "As I mentioned earlier, her former husband has graciously offered us some further opportunities for demonstration - both the depth of poor Kimmie's newfound depravity, and some of our latest techniques. For our first example..." His fingers touched another spot on the table, and another panel lit up on the wall, this time covering the entire wall. The effect was such that it appeared as though it was a window to a brightly lit room. In the center of the room was a young woman - in her late twenties or early thirties. She was strapped into a chair set in a large, ominous looking machine with many hoses, arms and other oddly shaped parts. And she was entirely naked. The woman was quite beautiful, if very skinny, with black hair and a tuft of black fur between her legs, wich were spread wide by the chair that they were strapped to. Similarly, her arms were held apart by a framework that kept them completely immobilized. Her tiny a-cup breasts were heaving - it was clear that she had been struggling against her bonds to no avail, and tears were streaming down her cheeks as she blinked her eyes against the sudden light in the room. The panting Kimmie let out a small whimper and moaned, "Susie?" At the sound of her voice, the woman's eyes snapped down to look at the blond woman on the couch (clearly through a screen of her own), in confusion and terror at first, then sudden recognition and an even greater horror. "KIMBERLY!??" the woman yelped straining again at her shackles, "Oh my god! Oh god! What have they done to you...let me go! You bastards!" Several of the men were glancing at the former picture of Kimberly Davenport as the slender young woman sobbed and strained against the chair holding her, sobbing and screaming. The resemblance between the picture and the girl was uncanny - it was as if they had yet another, younger version of the lawyer on the screen. The thin man hit a button and the volume of the yelling woman dropped. Kimmie stared at the screen, mesmerized. "As several of you have no doubt guessed, you are looking at Susan Davenport, Kimmie's younger sister by nineteen years. The twenty-eight year old is a veterinarian of some repute, married for three years, no children yet. "As you also may have surmised, she is one of the other subjects purchased by Kimmie's husband - she was the one who discovered his affair and was a key witness in the divorce trial. However, his request for her was a little unorthodox, as you will see shortly. "The device she is in has been amusingly entitled 'The Comfy Chair' by our tech staff. It solves several problems for us, and has one large advantage - it is capable of delivering a large range of our services rapidly to the subject, and allows our clients to watch the process occurring, as they so often wish. So..." "M-mister?" The thin man paused in surprise and turned to look at Kimmie. Her eyes were glued to her sister on the screen, struggling. Kimmie was panting again, and her nipples had crinkled back to rock hardness while her pussy was once again dripping in intense arousal. She whimpered. "Please can I finger myself again?" The thin man smiled, "OK, Kimmie, but you can't come until I say." As Kimmie's finger flew to her dripping pussy once again, the man turned up the volume on her sister, who had stopped in shock to stare at the blond on the other side of the screen from her. "K-Kimberly...wh-what are you doing?!" A look of miserable pleasure washed over Kimmie as she fingered her clit, staring at her helpless, terrified sister. "As you can see, Susie's humiliation has much the same effect on Kimmie that her own does. In fact, the more Kimmie cares about someone, the more she will want to see them humiliated. "To demonstrate this, and the features of the Comfy Chair, we have prepared a little set of questions for Kimmie. Kimmie, please read the questions on the wall and choose an option." Susie was sobbing, watching her sister masturbate to the image of her humiliation, while a whimpering Kimmie looked up at the text that appeared on the wall next to her. Then, with a pout, she looked at the thin man, who smiled. "Sorry, Kimmie...forgot that you don't know how to read. Here, I will read them to you: "1. Let your sister go free. "2. Have your sister's nipples and clit pierced with small bells. "3. Have 'slut' tattoed across your sister's forehead. "4. Have your sister's breasts increased to ridiculous size, with incredibly sensitive nipples, and constantly produce milk." Susie, overhearing this, began to sob and hiccup. "Oh god...what are you...this is a joke, right? Kim, let me go, please...' Kimberly stared at the screen and whispered: "Big titties...give her big titties..." The thin man raised an eyebrow, ignoring the sobbing moans of the slender woman on the screen. Then he reached down and his fingers brushed another mysterious location on the black table. Immediately, the machine surrounding the chair leapt to life. The sobbing woman on screen yelped in shock and terror as the protrusions to which her arms and legs were lashed suddenly spread wide, quickly maneuvering her into a spread-eagled position. Her eyes went wide and glistened with tears as she trembled and struggled weakly against the chair that held her lovely, thin body exposed for all to see. From the sides of the chair, a sudden set of ominous-looking multi-jointed arms emerged. Two were topped with small, odd-looking clamps, while another pair both ended in sinister-looking syringes swirling with a greenish liquid filled with clouds of black. The thin man spoke dispassionately, watching the scene unfold. "As you can see, the Comfy Chair is extremely versatile, imbued with sufficient artificial intelligence to handle many different requests. It could, in fact, have performed any of the activities that little Kimmie here was considering for her sister, and many more besides." Susan saw the needles as they lowered in front of her eyes like stingers at the end of a menacing tentacle. The sobs were cut off as she opened her mouth to scream... ...and blindingly quickly, as though the chair had been anticipating her reaction, a length of cloth snapped over the head of the chair in front of her face and slipped neatly into her mouth, gagging her. Her head was pulled - surprisingly gently, but very tightly - back against the cushioned headrest, her scream cut off in a yelp of surprise. "As you can see, the chair is also very clever, having learned much about its...prey's likely behavior. It has learned how to anticipate certain reactions, and how to time its own responses accordingly." As if to illustrate the point, while Susan was distracted by the sudden application of the gag, the two needles quickly thrust down, and like vipers, plunged quickly into the veins of both her extended arms. Simultaneously, the small clamps launched in and fastened themselves tightly to her small (but hard in the cold room) nipples. Susan let out a muffled scream at the sudden pain from her nipples and the needles. Then her eyes went wide and she let out a muffled shriek as the plungers depressed on the needles, forcing the evil looking fluid into her body. Susan's entire body arched tightly against the chair, thrusting towards the screen, as the needles, spent, yanked quickly out of her arms and pulled back. "Unfortunately, the initial delivery of X-7b - even this particular variant of it - can be quite painful. We haven't quite figured out how to solve that problem, but most of our clients don't seem to mind. Once the effect has progressed a little, however, she will have...other distractions. "Our initial trials of the chemical/nanite combination were quite slow in their effects, taking days to complete its work. However, our excellent research team on the product has improved its speed tremendously, as you will shortly see. The clamps in particular were a brilliant addition - in addition to certain other duties, they guide the process and draw the nanites and fluid into her breasts." Susan continued to thrash, screaming as the fluid rushed through her. Then suddenly, her breasts began to redden, her nipples darkening and her small tits becoming bright red against her pale skin. The clamps on her nipples were emitting a low humming sound. Suddenly, her breasts began to expand, and Susan thrashed from side to side at the burning sensation that came with it, sobbing into her gag. Like ballons being filled slowly, her tiny A-cup breasts expanded, curving out to a B-cup...then moments later to a C-cup. The clamps pulled upwards on her nipples, seeming to guide the shape of her breasts so they stayed round and firm, her nipples pointing proudly upwards. As her breasts continued to thrust outwards, her dark areolae and nipples expanded as well. As her breasts continued to expand, passing a D-cup and already commically large on her tiny, thin body, Susan's moans of pain suddenly began to change timbre. She looked down at her huge breasts in shock and a choking sob at the enormous mounds attached to her body...and let out a sudden surprised squeak. Suddenly her thrashing slowed and her eyes rolled back as she let out a deep moan...this time of pleasure. The vibrating clamps continued their pulling on the large nipples topping her huge breasts, and her hips began a clearly involuntary thrusting towards the screen. As her breasts passed DD on their way to EE, it became obvious how aroused the woman was, her pussy reddening as the redness of her breasts began to fade back to their normal paleness with now huge pink nipples topping them. She moaned loudly at the vibrations coursing through her nipples...and then suddenly screamed, thrashing in a massive orgasm. As she came, her nipples suddenly began squirting milk, which ran down her belly and the inside of her thighs, joining the wetness onto the floor beneath her. While Susan continued to moan at the stimulation of her massive, F-cup, dripping tits, rolling towards a second orgasm, the thin man turned back to the enraptured spectators, ignoring the panting, whimpering Kimmie as she fingered herself, crying in horror at what she had done to her sister, and even more at her inability to cum since she had been told not to. "As you can see, the X-7b is extremely effective. In addition to breast size (which is highly adjustible), her sexual drive and sensitivity has been massively increased, especially that of her nipples. She will cum from nearly any stimulation," as if in punctuation, Susan screamed in a third, even more violent orgasm, "and even normal clothing will often be enough to bring her to orgasm. This variant still leaves our subject highly suggestible, which is very helpful for the next portion of our demonstration. Speaking of which...Kimmie?" Kimmie, tears streaming down her face, looked up at the man, eyes flicking back to her sister's moaning, huge-breasted image on the screen as her fingers rubbed her clit. She said piteously and hoarsely, "Cum?" The man shook his head. "Not yet, I'm afraid. It's time for your next selection. I will read them to you. Shall we: "1. Let your sister go, again. "2. Turn her into a stripper, with her new huge tits. "3. Make her crave constant sex with men or women, and release her into the porn industry. "4. Make her insanely attracted only to dogs, and able to be impregnated by them, constantly in a state of heat." Kimmie gasped and moaned as each one was read, and when the last one was finished, she giggled and then sobbed somewhat hysterically: "Doggies! Make her a bitch!" The man again nodded and touched the table. The chair once again began to move, though the moaning Susan was mostly oblivious, her huge jugs jiggling in her pleasure. From behind the headrest a curved helmet rose, and then settled over her head, covering her eyes and ears, as the gag suddenly fell away to the side. Simultaneously, an arm rose from beneath the chair, ending in a large pink dildo, while another lowered from the side, this one sporting an odd array of equipment which settled into place slightly over her belly. From under the helmet there came a sudden flickering and low sounds. If one listened closely, the sounds of dogs panting could be heard. Susan, even through her intense pleasure, let out a choking moan of disgust. "Nooo! Oh god please no!" The two lower arms paused, waiting, while the sobbing woman struggled weakly against whatever images she was being forced to see. The dildo waited, poised just over her red, wet pussy. Susan moaned and shuddered, no longer coming and clearly fighting her arousal. "Noooo please...oh god...oh no...oh god...oh please...please fuck me...please doggies please yes please fuck me please fuck your bitch please please please please oh god please no yes please..." Her small hips had begun to thrust upwards, seeming to beg for the dildo she couldn't know was there. As her begging moans became more desperate, the dildo positioned itself... ...then suddenly rammed into the small woman's pussy. Susan screamed in a sudden explosive orgasm. "YES YES OH GOD YES!! FUCK YOUR BITCH!!! FUCK ME DOGGY!! YES!! MORE!! OHGGGOD! UNGH! UNGH! UNNNNGGGGGGHHHH!" Susan began thrusting her hips frantically at the cock, screaming in humiliated pleasure at the image of the dog fucking her. Suddenly her voice caught and then she screamed again in a second orgasm as liquid began leaking out of her pussy as though the dildo had cum - massively - inside her. After a few moments, the dildo pulled out of her with a plop, and white liquid poured out of her. She sobbed loudly, begging for the next member of the pack to mount her, and screaming in another orgasm when the dildo thrust into her again, her hips humping back at the imagined cock like a bitch in heat. Meanwhile, the remaining device had leapt to life, and strange lights played over Susan's abdomen, as though it was drawing some ornate artwork of fleeting light upon her belly. The thin man spoke: "As you can see, the conditioning is extremely rapid and, once the X7-b degrades in her system after a few hours, permanent. Our other little device there - coupled with the liquid being pumped into her pussy in the guise of cum from her canine lovers - is one of our newest products. It, combined with the goo, has been dubbed "The Sculptor"...and it is probably the most powerful item we have created to date. "The fluid being pumped into her is actually entirely filled with very versatile nanites, which are capable of nearly any transformation on a living body that we have yet been able to attempt. "In this particular case, they are granting our little Susan her fondest wish - to be able to bear the puppies of her mates. She will be quite fertile." Kimmie sobbed in pleasure and humiliation listening to her sister begging for the imaginary dogs to fuck her over and over. "So, Kimmie, shall we move on to our next set? Just two more for Susie. Shall we: "1. Yet again, let your sister go, albeit with a new love for her veterinary work. "2. Reduce her intelligence to that of the dogs she loves so much. "3. Reduce her intelligence like yours, and give her a lovely high-pitched bimbo voice and feet like you - your brunette, older, dog-fucking twin? "or 4. Leave her intellect intact, but make her only ever again able to make the sounds a dog makes, only able to walk on all fours, panting like the bitch she has become. "What do you think, Kimmie?" Kimmie, now frantically playing with herself, one hand jamming into her sopping pussy, the other thrusting fingers into her ass, gasped. "Make her bark like a doggie! Good girl! Good Susie!" At the thin man's instruction, the machine once more began to move, a second dildo-like protrusion coming from the side. This one moved up towards Susan's mouth, which, after a moment, opened as she drooled and panted to admit it. She squealed again in pleasure as the dildo slipped into her mouth, and moments later began spraying its seed into her as she slurped down every drop, moaning in pleasure. The Sculptor rotated and its flashing lights began playing over her throat and over her face. After a few moments, her moans and squeals of pleasure began to change, becoming yelps and muffled barks. After a few spurts down her throat, the cock pulled out of her mouth, a stream of white liquid dribbling down her chin. The dildo in her pussy continued thrusting, and as though the whole thing had been done for dramatic effect, Susan suddenly came yet again... ...but the sounds that emerged from her mouth were the high pitched yelps and squealing bark of a bitch being pleasured by her mate, finally culminating in a long howl of pleasure. Kimmie sobbed in frustrated need and stupid horror at what she had done to her little sister. "Well, that's magnificent, isn't it? Now for the final choice. Shall we... "1. Send our little bitch home? "2. Send her to a show where she can be mated on stage with dogs for an audience? "3. Sell her to a new owner to use for his entertainment? "4. Sell her to a kennel to be bred, producing puppies for the rest of her life?" Kimmie moaned pitifully, then managed to force out, "Home! ...Send Susie-bitch home!" The thin man paused and stared at Kimmie in shock. Muttering came from around the table at the sudden failure of the procedures - perhaps they had a limit after all? The thin man shook his head and held up a hand, silencing them, and then said quietly: "Why do you want to send her home, Kimmie?" Kimmie moaned as if trying to fight herself, and still desperate to reach orgasm, then whimpered: "Send her to the vet...veter...doggie-hospital where she works. She'll fuck all the doggies and then her friends and husband and everyone will get to see her they'll have to watch her be a doggie and she'll know that they all get to see what a little bitch little Susie-bitch she is and all she can do is bark and like a little doggie while she drips and gets ready to have the puppies from the doggie hospital and please can kimmie cum now oh please PLEASE!!!" Kimmie was sobbing in frustration as she spouted off her gasping monologue, staring at her barking, sobbing, milk-dripping, huge-breasted, sex-crazed younger sister on the screen. The thin man smiled as the men around the table muttered again, this time in amazement at the cleverness and humiliation involved in Kimmie's solution. The man spoke quietly again. "Good girl, Kimmie. Yes, you can come now..." The last part of his sentence was drowned out since as soon as he said "yes", Kimmie's whole body jerked off the couch in a massive spasm, and her eyes went wide as she shrieked in a massive orgasm. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!! UNGH UNGH UNGH UNGH GODOHGODOHGODGOODKIMMIEKIMMIESLUTGODOHOHOHOHOH FUCK KIMMIE FUCK SUSIE-PUPPY GOD OH NO OH GOD!!!!" Kimmie's body flailed in orgasm after orgasm, while the thin man pressed another location on the table. While Kimmie's sobbing and screaming filled the room. The comfy chair slowly disengaged itself from the gasping girl on the screen and set her on the floor. Susan lay on her back for a few moments gasping and panting, obviously in a daze. After a few moments, she weakly began to roll over, then looked down in horror as her massive breasts flopped over her body and rolled onto the floor. With a whimper, she slowly pulled her self to all fours, her huge tits dangling down from her small body, nipples almost brushing the floor as milk slowly dripped from them - a sensation that was clearly pleausurable as she shivered every few moments. She raised her head, eyes red from crying, and was seemingly oblivious to the fact that she was panting loudly, like a dog, while her tits swung slowly back and forth. Finally, after seemingly gathering her strength, she started to try to pull herself to her feet, fighting against the strange pull of the heavy jugs dangling from her chest... ...and almost immediately fell dizzily back to the floor, a look of surprise on her face. She let out a low whine, then looked around the room in surprise, clearly trying to find the dog who had made that sound. Then, with effort, she drew herself back on her haunches, huge dripping breasts dangling invitingly almost to her bellybutton, and then looked down in shock as her hands had drawn back in the pose of a dog begging. An expression of horror came over her face as she seemed to suddenly realize what she she was doing, as her tongue stuck out of her mouth while she continued her loud panting. Tears welled up again as she drew a breath to speak. "Arf! Arf! Arf arf! <whine!!> <whimper!!> Arf!" Tears rolled down Susan's cheeks as she tried desperately to speak, but all that came out were dog noises - barks and yips and growling whines, sounding for all the world like a dog trying to get attention from its master. Her barking became more strident as the realization came over her that she could no longer speak at all. Finally, she wobbled from her begging pose and fell back on all fours as her huge tits pulled her forward, and she began to crawl around the room, whimpering and sobbing in confusion and humiliation at what she had become. Kimmie's orgasms had continued to the point that she was now merely shaking, nearly soundlessly, her eyes shut tightly in the overwhelming sensation from her questing fingers. The thin man hit a button, and the image of Susie shrunk and went quiet, showing the sobbing woman continuing to crawl and paw at the screen in desperation, barking silently for reprieve from her nightmare. "Kimmie, stop playing with yourself now." Kimmie pulled her fingers out of herself with wet slurping sounds and then lay on the couch gasping for breath and occasionally letting out a small sob. "Young Susan will be taken back to her veterinary practice and left with her patients for the remainder of the weekend - I am quite certain that she will be bearing one of their litters by the time she is discovered on Monday. And we are spared much of our usual need to ensure that she is unable to speak about our operation thanks to the suggestions of little Kimmie here. "...Shall we take a short break? Let us reconvene in say, half an hour - this will give me time to check on the preparation of our next demonstrations, and should give you all some time to discuss what you've seen. Should any of you wish for...relief, feel free to request it of Kimmie here, she will be quite happy to oblige." The thin man nodded again and strode out of the door through which Kimmie had entered, while Kimmie levered herself up on her elbows, her large breasts hanging invitingly. She smiled vapidly and looked at the men surrounding the table and licked her lips slowly in anticipation of their requests. On the wall, forgotten, Susan barked helplessly at the screen, tears streaming down her cheeks. As the thin man re-entered the room, precisely half an hour later, the group of men quieted and returned to their seats, with the exception of one older man who grunted quietly. Kimmie was bent over the table while the man thrust into her tight ass. Her face was contorted into a silent scream of pleasure while tears rolled down her cheeks - she had been ordered to be quiet so as not to disturb the other conversations. Still, the occasional squeak of pleasure came from her as her large tits swung over the table. With a final grunt, the older man blasted cum into Kimmie's ass while she shook in violent pleasure as the warm liquid sprayed into her. After a few moments, the man quieted. Kimmie slid off his cock with a shivering pop, and then deftly turned and fell to the ground in front of him. One slim hand slid beneath her ass, catching his cum as it dribbled out of her, while she slurped at his cock, licking it clean. When she finished, he slipped his softening member back into his pants and zipped them closed, while Kimmie lifted her hands holding the cum that had dripped out of her ass and lapped at it, making quiet moans of pleasure, though her eyes had that manic look about them again. Unselfconsciously, the man straightened his tie, settled into his seat, and nodded at the thin man that he was ready to begin. The thin man smiled mirthlessly and spoke. "Excellent. I hope that you each enjoyed some time with Kimmie," several of the men smiled and nodded, "and observed for yourself her excellent talents. Obviously she is yours for the using after the meeting as well, after which she is due to be sent to one of our whorehouses in New York - one frequented quite often by several members of her old law firm, in fact." "In the meantime, shall we move on to our next sample?" The thin man once again touched his invisible control panel. Once again, the wall screen flickered to life in vivid detail, showing a very young, beautiful, and obviously terrified woman strapped into the Comfy Chair. She was actually clothed - a tight shirt and jeans, which served to accentuate her curvy young body, with moderately large breasts heaving. Dark red hair tumbled over her shoulders, but in spite of her coloring and slightly voluptuous body, the beautiful girl was clearly related to Kimmie. The comfy chair held her arms and legs tightly, while a new protrusion - a u-shaped metal arm - was wrapped tightly around her head. She was staring at something off-screen, moaning pitifully as though in disbelief. Tears streamed down her cheeks from red-rimmed eyes. "This pretty young thing is Kate, and as you may have guessed, she is little Kimmie's daughter. She just recently turned nineteen, and has finished her first year at Yale, with a nearly perfect grade point average, and is a member of the cheerleading squad. It is, or rather was, her intention to become a lawyer like her mother. She is still a virgin, and is somewhat religious, having attended catholic school for most of her formative years. "Unfortunately for her, she was also part of our client's request, and so she, like her mother and our final sample for today a bit later, was believed killed in a terrible and tragic car accident. "In her particular case, our client's order was to simply come up with something horribly humiliating for the chaste young lady. Apparently he never really got on with either of Kimmie's children, and their testimony during the divorce trial was also quite damaging. Now..." The man nudged another control, and a second wall section lit up, making it quite apparent what Kate was staring at in such horror and disbelief. There, on a small couch facing her daughter, sat a completely naked Kimberly Davenport, entirely unchanged from her initial appearance. Several of the men glanced at Kimmie, once again laying on the couch beginning to stroke herself while biting her lip to keep quiet. The look of manic lust was quite evident as she stared at the screen. The older Kimberly Davenport was a strikingly handsome woman, albeit nothing like her new body. Though she was nearly fifty, her body was tight and firm, and her very small breasts were topped with dark, large nipples that pointed out proudly. Her legs were pulled widely apart, and her fingers were frantically stroking her wet slit, covered in black hair. Her expression was one of manic lust while she stared at her bound daughter, clearly horrified yet unable to stop herself. She, too, had the u-shaped device wrapped around her head. "As you can see, this video is from nearly a week ago, before our little Kimmie had undergone her physical changes. At this point, only the AZKZ-12 had been applied, hence her uncontrolled masturbation while her daughter looks on. "The device around both of their heads has been dubbed the "Dream Machine" by our oh-so-clever engineers. When combined with the Sculptor, it is a truly striking device." As if in response to his words, the two u-shaped devices lit up with a dark blue glow. Suddenly both women's heads snapped back, and their eyes began to flick from side to side - it was clear that they were no longer seeing what was around them, but instead something inside their minds. "The Dream Machine can be tuned to search for a number of different things in its subjects psyche, and as you can see, more than one of them can be combined to great effect. For example, it might be programmed such that a client is able to perfectly design his ideal woman, or to exactly replicate someone they knew long ago. Once the details have been extracted, the Sculptor is then able to go to work to mold a subject into the exact desired result." The two women on screen were beginning to react quite differently to the images they were seeing. Tears were streaming down Kate's cheeks as she tried desperately to shut her eyes to what she was seeing. She was beginning to squeal loudly in disgust and fear as she struggled helplessly against the chair. The older Kimberly, however, was panting, tears also running down her cheeks but clearly of pleasure. She was obviously approaching orgasm, two fingers now sliding in and out of herself while her other hand pulled hard on one of her large nipples. She was remarkably quiet, barely grunting out her pleasure, in vast contrast to her new body's screaming orgasms. "In this particular case, the Dream Machine is sifting through both of their minds, finding the thing that young Kate will find most nightmarishly humiliating, while drawing on 47 years of sexual fantasies - surprisingly detailed and depraved, we discovered - from the mind of her mother." Suddenly, both women stiffened. Kate let out a miserable wail of horror, while Kimberly was obviously cumming explosively, although the only noise that came from her was a breathy squeak, while her body bucked against her hand at the images they were both seeing. An echoing gasping orgasm came from the new Kimmie on the couch as she watched the scene. The video on the screens faded as the elder Kimberly Davenport and her daughter both began sobbing. "The item pulled from their minds was quite a job for the Sculptor - one of the most complex we've had to date. But it should serve to demonstrate exactly how flexible these devices are. A word of warning, the changes to poor Kate are somewhat extreme." With another touch, the two wall sections slid silently apart, revealing a small room behind the mirrored wall. As the lights came up to reveal what had happened to Kate Davenport, several of the men gasped in shock. The former cheerleader was sitting on a table, her long red hair now cut short so that her cute face could be clearly seen, and her green eyes flicked back and forth in horror at the men staring at her, beginning to brim with tears. Her short hair, however, was by far the least significant change. The girl was bent over herself in what would seem to be an impossible position, her long legs were pulled back behind her, so that her pink, wet pussy, nestled in dark red fur, was clearly exposed to the room. Jutting up from the top of her pussy, however, was a huge, thick, dark red cock, which her face was bobbing up and down on with wet slurping noises. Her face, not her mouth...because her mouth had been replaced by the slit of another quite wet pussy, running from just beneath her nose, down to the end of her slightly elongated chin. Even further, the palms of her hands were similarly endowed with wet, leaking cunts, as were the soles of her small feet, pulled behind her head. It was clear that young Kate was good for very little other than to please many men, all the time. While she looked around in horror at the men looking at her incredibly deformed body, her head began to bob faster, small grunts coming from deep in her throat. Suddenly her body spasmed and her eyes seemed to lose focus. The huge cock began to pulse, and her slurping mouth-pussy tightened around it, as her own cum poured into her throat. As her orgasm subsided, she let out a strange keening noise around her cock, her whole body flushed with humiliation, but did not pull it out of the pussy where her mouth had once been.