{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"78c99951-cfe8-49ba-9ccb-445252493484","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2022-02-15T14:15:20.505Z","title":"X-dolled Up","slug":"x-dolled-up","shortId":"lmaiU4rN","authorNote":"Also at https://subscribestar.adult/posts/217197","disclaimer":null,"type":"Sample","paidUrl":"https://denkira7.gumroad.com/l/zomfzh","synopsis":"When a feisty investigative journalist is tasked with writing a piece on the upcoming fad of high-tech sex dolls, she discovers more than she wished.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"4199b483-56cc-4797-b1a8-b563b799ddad","title":null,"summary":"GRAPHIC CONTENT WARNING Before she even opened her eyes, Riley’s ears were bombarded wi","wordCount":2084,"readTime":10,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

GRAPHIC CONTENT WARNING

Before she even opened her eyes, Riley’s ears were bombarded with an unsettling chorus of feminine screams, cries and pleadings, which echoed on the tall ceiling of the factory warehouse. Unlike before, these were not distorted by any gag, but where free. As she slowly opened her eyes, strong lights were pointing down at her, almost blinding her with their power. The production center was now fully lit in all its glory. Riley tried to move, but found it impossible. She was tightly bound on a metal frame, while lying on the conveyor belt she had seen earlier. She immediately sensed a complete lack of clothing on her body.

Riley tilted her head forward and from to side, to get a better scope of her predicament. There were now people walking busily past them or micromanaging machinery, none of them paying any attention to them. They were mostly dressed in factory jumpsuits. Most bound women were targeting their pleas for rescue towards whoever was passing by at any given time. It was almost comical how every single person that walked by was bombarded with calls for help, only to completely ignore every single one.

“HEEEEEEEEEEELP”, Riley instinctively joined, screaming and groaning as she pointlessly started pulling against metal with her dainty arms. As if all the women in line with her weren’t doing the exact same thing. In front of her on the conveyor belt’s queue was a pretty, 19-year-old Italian girl, with long dark hair, who was desperately mumbling in her first language, begging for someone to save her. She was a college student in the U.S, but her studies would end abruptly. Behind her, a 24 year black woman, was groaning with each pull she exerted on her steel bonds. She was walking back home from her boyfriend’s apartment, when a mysterious van stopped right next to her, and she was swooped inside before she could do anything.

The ruckus of about a hundred scared, captive women was slightly covered by the production line roaring into life. Motors running, hydraulic pumps whistling, the buzzing sound of automated parts moving. Everything was ready for the automated process to begin.

Riley felt the frame she was tethered on moving along with her. She tilted her head backwards to look of what laid ahead, but before she could even process what was lying in her path, the conveyor belt stopped and with lightning speed, a metal bar with a U-shaped dent rotated over her neck, perfectly pinning down, for a needle to be plunged into Riley’s neck, through a preemptively designed hole on this temporary collar. As soon as it pierced skin, the syringe emptied a small dosage of liquid into Riley’s neck.

The girl tried screaming as soon as she registered the threatening device approach her. “HEEEEEEhhhhhh…hhhhh…”, almost instantly, the girl’s lively voice was rendered into a weak, pathetic hiss, as soon as the drug reached her throat. The drug she’d just been administered petrified her vocal chords and rendered them useless for life.

With the horrific shock and panic of what had just happened to her, the girl didn’t even register the second similar dented bar move this time over her forehead, where another needle pierced her left temple through a similar hole, this time with a powerful, topical anesthetic.

Each poor woman would be moved along the belt for a distance, then stop for the next stage of the “production process”, then move along to the next one. It was chilling to hear how one by one, each pleading yelp was silenced, as each woman’s voice was surgically removed from them, until only the machine’s sounds were left in the huge facility, drowning out all the futile struggling of skin against metal. The production process was moving swiftly, efficiently, and with no regard for its human raw materials.

The women’s struggles, which had already increased once the belt started moving, were now frenzied. A room full of terrified, wide-eyed, mute women, experiencing the closest thing to a panic attack.

The cute, Asian girl’s frame stopped, once more. Riley was now twisting and turning her body away from whatever was about to come at her, but she wasn’t the first, nor would she be the last to attempt that. The sides of the conveyor belt at this particular point housed a hollow metal casing, from which suddenly sprang two metal bars from either side, looking like metal crutches. They both clasped at the girl’s chest, securing it just long enough for a couple of needles to zip horizontally over the defenseless girl the move vertically down and pierce her breasts under the areolae, before disappearing just as fast.

Riley let out a painful cry, which not even she heard, despite utilizing all her lungs' strength, she uttered the same guttural hiss as before. In a couple of hours, she wouldn’t even be able to utter even that.

As soon as her breasts were assaulted, identical restricting “pads” clamped onto the girl’s pelvis, for two more needles, this time so thick you could see their actual hole, to pierce the sides of her waist and strangely enough suck what felt like Riley’s insides out of her! The violating feeling was so strong, Riley didn’t even register the third needle that penetrated her lower abdomen and injected her with another drug. The girl was simply too distraught to process all these attacks. She only had enough time to experience them.

Finally, her frame was snapped into a right ankle via two joints on its sides, forcing her feet to point up at the ceiling, and two more needles to inject her now exposed asscheeks with something.

This whole trypophobic nightmare took about 5 seconds in total, as each unit stepped in just as the previous one was leaving. Just like those videos of pharmaceutical factories with the automated rows of syringes working in rhythm one after the other.

The helpless girl could only writhe and sob, feeling like the voodoo doll of a hurt, angry divorcee. The sensors of the robotic appendages had no problem recognizing their targets. What was worse was that Riley had no clue what these people were doing to her.

The syringes on her breasts and ass administered a dense serum that worked wonders in fusing with fat tissue and multiplying it, similar to a cancerous shell, though with a finite state. It was definitely unhealthy, if not toxic. FDA would never approve it for plastic surgery, but with already unwilling participants, the company could use it without a care.

The needles on her waist were being used to remove any fat the girl might have in her belly area. A lightning fast liposuction. Riley was very skinny, so that process lasted for only a fraction of a second. But for other more fully figured women, it took one or two seconds. The needle above her pubic bone had injected yet another poisonous drug into the girl’s uterus, rendering her sterile for life.

All the obvious criminal activity aside, it was insulting to witness all these genuinely stunning women, having their natural beauty destroyed, just to fit the stereotypical shallow bimbo look, that of big boobs, round ass, tiny waist. Riley never had any cleavage to show off, but she would, very soon, coupled with a juicy behind, like those whores she often eye-rollingly scrolled past on social media. Her waist was already pretty tiny, but somehow, 1kg of fat was still removed. She’d make up for it in other areas…

Of course, all these modifications were precisely programmed by the automated process. Each doll’s measurements and therefore, “enhancements” were calculated in nanoseconds by the sensors measuring each subject’s height and current key measurements. Chest, waist, hips. There were line graphs and equations for all these details, pinpointing the exact specification of each x-doll model. For example, a 5’11’’ tall woman with D cup breasts and 43-34-45 measurements would have her body morphed into a 50-25-50 figure with H cups, achieved with plenty of “lipo” and balance of the growth drug injected on her curves.

On the other hand, a smaller “subject” of a height of 5’4’’, with B cup breasts, and 30-26-33 inch measurements, would “receive” an E cup bra size, with a 44 inch chest, a 22-inch waist, and 44 inch hips, always fitting a more extreme version of the perfect hourglass shape. This last example depicted Riley’s current and future measurements. The formula was simple. Whatever the woman’s body size, height and shape, they would all end up having a waist that was half the circumference of their hips and chest. A perfect, sharp hourglass shape.

The process was really streamlined. While the various dolls had different sizes, they would all be a heterosexual man's wet dream, providing all the cushion for the pushin’, while remaining slim and completely fat-free in the abdomen area.

The cocktail-dress girl, that Riley had tried to free prior to her capture, was 4 spots in front of her in the conveyor belt’s line, fighting to get free. Her pretty, brown hair, were mysteriously absent, though, the poor woman being completely bold. Not even her eyebrows had been left intact. She had 2.5 kilos of fat unwillingly sucked from her belly, shrinking her waist by 4 inches and her C cups had been “upgraded” to Gs. Like Riley, she wasn’t having a very good time.

Riley soon passed by the processing stage the cocktail-girl had just finished, where a wide, red laser was, spamming a line from one side of the belt to the other. As she slowly passed through it, Riley felt a heat wave where the rays made contact with her, starting from her head, as the laser’s rays traced downwards, her face, her torso, down to her pubic mount and finally past her feet. Any and all hair that was in the girl’s body, from her purple hair to her cute eyebrows, her naturally colored, dark pubic hair, and any slightest natural fuzz in her soft skin, was zapped dead and fell off. A strong blast of air followed, blowing the tufts of the girl’s removed hair off the platform.

The young Asian girl was always proud of not shaving \"down there\" for anyone, always going against preconceived notions of what a woman “should” do to be considered attractive to men. Her generous, curly bush was proof of that. That bush was gone in an instant, the laser killing all hair follicles down there for good. Her bald, eyebrowless expression of despair was very telling.

Half a dozen tubes sprang from different angles, all suddenly shooting cold, soapy water on the girl’s body. Being clean was essentially for the “coating” to better stick, later on. The hairless, drenched girl was just as quickly air-dried, as the conveyor belt past by a huge, powerful fan that blew a stream of extremely hot air on her for about 30 seconds.

Before Riley could recoup from the sudden cold-to-hot torment, the belt’s “waist-huggers” were once again holding her, and two devices like nail-guns approached her. They pressed against the girl’s hips, in perfect symmetry and pierced into the girl’s tender flesh!

Riley let out another inaudible scream. She had just been pierced with four nail-like devices, 7 millimeters deep into their hips. Each nail was comprised of little metallic hairs, which naturally would branch out when pulled, keeping the nail well-lodged underneath the girl’s flesh. Two screw-holes were visible on the surface of either side of her hips.

Riley had risen her head to see what the hell had just been “installed” on her, but her head was suddenly pinned down by another metal forehead-strap. At the corner of her eyes, she saw a medical drill, already buzzing towards her. It passed through the same hole on her head-strap that the injection had anesthetized earlier. The reason was now becoming obvious, as the terrified girl could not fully see, but could very much feel, her temple being drilled, deep into her skull! Any wounds being immediately catheterized by the same machine as it made its way through the helpless girl’s temple.

The drill was hollow, like a thick, rapidly spinning needle, which upon penetrating the bone installed a tiny microchip in the girl’s actual brain! As soon as the device retrieved, another appendage connected two naked cable wires to the chip, both graphically poking just out of the girl’s temple hole.

In this fever-dream state, Riley felt like she was being turned into a cyborg. She wasn’t that far off.

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