The Contract

"Well Amelia you've passed the psych evaluations, you've gone through the 6 month waiting period, you've excelled at all of our preliminary testing, are you ready to sign the contract?" A bright and mischievous eyed woman in her late 40's grinned widely at her from behind the desk. She looked as though she were about to devour Amelia whole.

"Yes Ma'am!" Amelia said. She was ecstatic and overwhelmed in her own thoughts. "I can't believe this is really happening, I am finally entering THE Institute. For years every single sexual fantasy of mine has been wrapped around becoming an absolute mindless fuck toy. I've gone through Dom after Domme, dungeon after dungeon searching for the person who can take me all the way to the end goal of my dreams. Most sadists I've found were interested at first, but quickly burned out at the voracity with which I took everything in. Mild hypnosis, bimbofication, and long term bondage just wouldn't cut it. I need more. I need my mind erased and replaced with a constant need for orgasms and submission. "

The recruiter smiled. "Well dear this will be more than what you wanted. Your whole body, soul, and mind is about to change forever. Hopefully it is what you truly desire." She slid a tall stack of papers over to Amelia to sign. The contract was incredibly detailed but explained everything Amelia had already been warned of. Even though she was excited, Amelia read the entire thing. With a happy heavy breath she signed the next 3 years of her life away.

"Welcome to the Institute of Human Dollification #324, you now belong to us."

A Doll’s Future Life

"This way #324." The woman got up from her desk and beckoned her towards a door. Amelia followed, her heart racing in excitement.

After a series of long hallways and offices, #324 finally entered "The Warehouse".

Long rows of large pods were lined up one after another. A few individuals in lab coats wandered through the maze, making notes on tablets and adjusting controls on the pods.

"Here is where your training begins. As you are aware, these pods are specially designed to completely condition you and give you maximum amounts of pain and pleasure. Once you are inside, it is impossible for you to get yourself out or even ask for release. This is why we have so many preliminary tests, assessments, and procedures before we allow entry. A good 70% of our Dolls are not even able to be deprogrammed. Many that are, request to go back in. Therefore, it is highly likely you will spend the rest of your life as a sexual toy. Mind you, they all seem to enjoy it, if any of the Dolls with movement are given a way to masturbate, they will not stop unless they are forced to."

As the recruiter went over these details, Amelia was only half listening. She gazed longingly at the rubber clad figures affixed in the pods. Each one glistened in shiny form fitting material. There was a picture with the Doll's face on the screen next to the pod along with diagnostic data. Even though the pictures were of normal smiling people, each Doll was referred to as a serial number, there were no names. At the top was length of time in the pod and time until release. Individual training regimens were displayed on the screens depending on what the Doll was being prepped for.

There were so many different “occupations” for the dolls. Each one had a program and stats listed on their screens. The hucows had breast enhancement, lactation, and human speech removal training. One of them had breasts so big that they were tilted slightly back to accommodate the weight.

Amelia stepped up to a pod listed as Pet. A diagram of its body had highlight points lit up on the screen. When the recruiter noticed that Amelia was looking she explained. This is one of our more popular models. Many people request a pet that they can have around the house. As you can see here, its arms and legs are slowly being forced back so that it can walk on its elbows and knees. Right now it does not have any weight on the appendages while it adjusts, but soon it will be lowered into position on the ground. We’ve also made great strides with human voice modification. Observe.”

She tapped in a few commands on the console and a feminine voice spoke in a commanding tone “Speak.” Amelia heard a muffled bark from speakers outside the pod.

“This one is almost at the point of speech regression to where she no longer can speak in English. Once her voice training is complete and she can handle the Bitch Suit, she will be ready for rental.

Amelia drooled at the thought of being a pet. She could not believe how many wonderful occupations there were at the Institute. As she passed more and more pods, she saw other labels listed on the screens: hucow, pet, pony, furniture, statue, bimbo, maid, drone, and so many more.

The recruiter stopped in front of two pods. "Some of the dolls we have are instead converted to drones. These are the ones that beg to go back in once released. Instead of being rented out they are used for further testing to improve our methods."

"These two for example are part of the same experiment. Since coming back into the Institute, one has been edged and denied for the entire experience. The other has been given as many orgasms as she is physically able to handle in a day."

Both of the bodies looked exhausted and both were trembling.

"We honestly stopped bothering with some of the other stimuli. It was far too engaging to watch them struggle with this new existence. Plus, the sheer amount of data we've gathered has expanded our knowledge of how to improve our methods on the other dolls. They are both scheduled for a temporary release and re-evaluation in about 4 years. I have doubts they will even remember language by then."

Amelia couldn't decide which existence was worse, yet she was envious of the creatures behind the rubber skin. The recruiter noticed the wistful look in her eyes. "Don't worry #324, we will have you situated in no time."