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The lights start to change colors and move in a pattern that Beauty follows with her eyes. Through the drug-induced haze Beauty faintly remembers hearing the voice from the headset before but is unable to place where as she listens. The voice melodically and soothingly tells Beauty she is reborn, out of the ashes she will rise anew and her only purpose is to listen and obey. Each time she listens she is rewarded and her body stimulates itself in an arousing manner but Beauty cannot touch or help it along. Repeatedly the voice gives Beauty details and instructions to later follow as the lights keep her focused and heightened. Hours pass of this and Beauty drifts in and out of awareness still looking and listening to the voice now in her mind.
Throughout the process someone comes along and puts drops in Beauty's eyes causing them to dilate. Also she dimly gets a feeling of fullness as the stomach tube pumps something into her tummy and once it empties does so again at intervals. The same with the enema tube pumping something in to the point that she feels like bursting and then draining out. The distant sound of humming of machinery can be heard or almost felt. The spots brighten and Beauty becomes aware that the body standing over her looks different somehow. There is something on its head. 'What's it called...hair' she fuzzily thinks to herself. Her eyes captured by the beauty of the face and if she could have smiled she would have. A hand comes to caress her face lightly and then says, "Listen and obey my pet." The woman seeing the girl respond smiles and says, "That's my good girl." The face moves away and the voices start once more... her voice... the goddess voice. Beauty realizes and lets her self drift once more and listen to the words of her goddess.
The angel like quality of the voice telling Beauty she is safe, and well...as long as she worships and obeys without question or thought. All is simple.... listen and obey...do and feel pleasure.... no worries, no concerns, no hassles...just listen and obey. Beauty finds these words to be her truth as the voice speaks. The more Beauty listens the less she wants to run or escape. The more she hears and lets it sink in the more pleasure she feels, the warm blanket and wetness of arousal coves her and pushes her to obey. Her mind no longer hers and so much harder to think on its own now. The conditioning and rearranging was going nicely and according to the plan. Beauty is helpless, falling and giving up herself without realizing or caring that it is happening. All she knows is she is obeying the voices and listening to their song. Beauty falls more under its spell and finds herself almost floating into the lights that still shimmer and dance for her.
The next day the woman stops at the door watching Beauty for a while and smiles. Her smile is somehow disturbing. She turns to the technician and says, "Proceed to stage two" before leaving the room. Picking up a phone the technician whispers a few words into it and within minutes a pair of people arrive wheeling a trolley in. They move up next to Beauty with the trolley and so deep is she into the lights that her eyes do not even glance their way. The first person studies her for a moment and then takes a needle from the trolley and proceeds to give Beauty shots around the edges of her breast. Then with a larger needle starts to inject something into the muscle mass that make up her breast. Moving in a circle they keeps injecting more and more changing her from a simple and modest B cut to an outrageous D cup. They move to the other breast and then do the same to it sometimes obscuring Beauty's view of the ceiling. Beauty's eyes still focus on them even blocked. Finishing, the pair looks at her two breasts and then after giving one more shot to even out the sides they turn and leave the room not looking at Beauty's face or the technician.
For Beauty time becomes endless. Nothing matters to her except the voice and the lights blinking on and off in a progression of colors. Beauty's new breasts look big for her small frame but with the right clothes and conditioning that would not matter. In Beauty's mind she is floating on a cloud, a big white fluffy cloud. She sees herself wearing different types of clothes and serving all kinds of people. Having spent her life being served these new thoughts should be foreign to Beauty but now they feel natural. This film in her mind seems real, turning her real memories into dreams. "Natural, good, and pleasing to be this way" her dazed mind thinks as her body is changed.
As the days pass, the breast pair come back and gives Beauty more shots augmenting her breasts still further. Another pair enters her cubical and following a chart fit her with a new studded diamond ring in her navel. After consulting the chart they add two hoops, one on each side, on her hips. Finally a white gold chain running through them to attach the diamond one is added. A man enters and painstakingly paints Beauty's unresponsive body using gold glitter dust and with silver highlights.
Once all is done the woman comes in and looks down at Beauty. Even her own mother would not recognize her daughter now. Not by looks at least. She looks from head to toe and then smiles, "Good." She goes to the phone picks it up making a call saying into it, "Five inches." Hanging up the phone she turns to the tech and says, "Once phase two is finished, proceed to phase three."
The technician nods once and looks out at Beauty lying golden in her chair. As the woman leaves a man comes in holding a pair of odd contraptions in his hands. He goes to Beauty's feet and places first one on and then the other on her feet turning the toes downward forcing them in that position. He looks and adjusts them some more forcing Beauty's feet to act as if she were standing in very high heels. With a final nod to himself he leaves the room. The technician waits a moment and turns the knob far to the right and the lights become brighter, move faster, and the voices more commanding. With one last look at Beauty he turns and leaves the room.
Beauty now set to the changes to her body was in a state of constant shift by the programming. Her new look would have a new attitude soon to go with it. The commanding voice in her mind repeats that she is nothing unless she worships the goddess, that she is only there for her and her whims; she will obey or die trying. This seeps slowly and surely into the deepest reaches of Beauty's mind as she conforms to the body she now has and the mindset being inputted. Her old life now truly dead as is her will and thought process. She is now owned by the goddess and would serve her once she finishes her training. Beauty fills herself with the image of the goddess and all her duties to be provided to her as worship as her mind warps itself to what it needed to do.
A few days later several people come in and remove the various tubes from Beauty's body. They place mules with five-inch high heel on her feet using super strength glue to mount them permanently. A pair of hairless amazons wearing heavy rubber gloves stand her up holding her as the man with the metallic gold and silver glitter dust fixes the smudge marks and finishes painting her. All through this Beauty's mind is lost in the lights and sounds still filling the room. Finally another figure enters and stands to the side watching the painting. Once the painter finishes he looks to the one watching for approval. He puts electrodes on Beauty and with a single word... "Clear" throws a switch giving her a shock that binds the glitter to her skin permanently giving her a full body tattoo in golden and silver.
The figure moves over to Beauty to examine her. All but the two amazons dressed in gray leave the room. They step back as the woman moves forward her eyes noting every detail of her new and improved pet. Her fingers caress tender flesh, the tan fingers flowing over golden skin below. Beauty looks past the figure, her eyes still seeing the dancing lights, and softly moans as she feels the touch. She hears softly the voice of her goddess, "Splendid...Simply splendid." Beauty had unknowingly pleased her new mistress.
The woman nods and says, "Bring her." She turns and then walks out of the room, and down a hall to a bedroom where all is done in silver and gold. She points at the bed and as they lay Beauty down says, "Leave". As they leave she looks at her creation. Not only would her mother not know Beauty. No one would. Her body covered in gold with the silver acting as accents. She drops her robe to the ground, displaying a body that is cleanly shaven. Going to the bed she moves up to Beauty's face and head and strokes it lightly, "Wake up... time to wake my beauty" and straddles her pet placing her sex at Beauty's waking mouth covering it and part of her nose.
Beauty hears the angels voice and flutters her eyes open. Her body feeling strange but no time to focus on that now, something caught her attention as she look to see the sex just above her lips brushing them lightly. She coughs and takes a whiff of the sweet scent of the woman over her. Her body feels heavy for some reason as she tries to move her arms up to hold or get off under the woman. She brushes against her own huge breasts now and wants to scream... 'What have they done to me'... quickly this thought and fear fade as the scent takes her mind and nose hostage. She opens to speak and out comes something very unexpected but simply natural. "My goddess." As she speaks she kisses the lips and sucks on them without being told to.
As Beauty starts to kiss and lick at the woman's flower, her hands move of their own violation between her legs. A part of her is shocked of not finding hair but the feel of her fingers against bare flesh seems different somehow. Better then she had thought it could be. It was almost as if she were wearing a thin rubber glove and not getting the right feeling. All that is forgotten as her fingers find her clit and starts rubbing in a circular motion her hips rising on her own violation to meet them. The feeling s of excitement taking her and the heavenly scent hanging above her mouth pushes Beauty into a frenzy. Her mouth seeking deeper more of the ambrosia that it is tasting. Even as this happens her body and mind reacting to the conditioning and changes apart of her is shocked and horrified. Being with a woman was the least of her desires, the prim and proper Beauty feels lost in this new goddess worshiping sex driven machine it is locked into.
The panic that surfaced fades and turns into excitement. This drives Beauty to think and do things she never thought before. All those stories of same sex scandals seemed far-fetched until this moment. She was living one! Her tongue sought out the swollen lips and entry to the nectar she knew belonged to the scent of her goddess. She pushes ten fold to get at it along with her hands to her own sex. The woman above her moans and rides Beauty keeping close watch for any adjustments that may be needed in the programming of her newest conquest. Beauty feels herself being smothered a bit but does not care as she keeps working her way to the golden nectar she could almost taste. Her nipples harden and erected, her clit and lips swollen and damp as she worked herself harder and faster. One thought echoes in her mind as she feeds and makes love to her goddess. 'Serving is love, love is worshipping the goddess.'
After a time the woman's breathing gets heaver and her hips bounce up and down riding Beauty's mouth. Finally she peeks and cums with a moan and mew of pleasure. She presses down cutting off beauty's air pressing her sex hard against Beauty's tired mouth. Beauty caught up in her own passion peaks just after her goddess and tries to take gasping breaths but finds the goddess is pushing and filling her with her honey not giving any air. Feeding turns to struggles and finally as asphyxiation overcomes Beauty and passes out. The woman grinds against the unresponsive Beauty and with a sigh stands up and looks down at the unconscious woman. Without a word she bends, picks up her robe, checks to see that Beauty is breathing, and leaves the room locking the door behind her.
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