"I don't know about this..." Dez said, wringing his hands as he stepped out of the car in the parking lot to his job. "Like...I'm really happy I got a promotion but I don't think I'm qualified for human happiness officer! I'm not even human!" He said squirming slightly as he looked up at the skyscraper that was their office building. He knew that "human" was just the word they used for workers in general but right now he was thinking of anyway to get out of this promotion! "Dez...you'll be fine..." chimed his friend Jessie, the girl he's been carpooling with for almost two years now. Their jobs did kinda suck, nobody would deny that, but it could always be worse! It was long, boring work...but at least it paid well enough. Jessie was almost shocked though that out of everyone here, it was [b]DEZ[/b] who answered "Yes" to that dreaded survey. I mean, she was happy for him, but she was also a little sad that she'd have to find a new carpool buddy...if she could, "It doesn't matter what you are...only what you're going to be..." she chides gently as they shuffle and stuff themselves in a crowded elevator... "THAT STUPID SURVEY POPPED UP WHILE I WAS ON A LATE SHIFT!" Dez cried out when the two of them were finally alone. Up and up they went, past the cubical floors 1-30 towards the upper limits of the building they called work. "It's not my fault! Can't you do ANYTHING to cancel it?" He asked as, with a ding, the elevator stopped. The robotic woman's voice, who sounded oddly like a former co-worker of their's, chiming, "Floor 35: Human Resources." Dez ignored it however as he stepped out, apparently that woman was "exploring new heights" and had quit a few months ago! Still the voice was pleasant enough and the new elevator was fast to boot, "You keep saying stuff like that...I...I'm just moving office, aren't I?" Dez asked tentatively. Jessie had been dropping cryptic hints like that all week and threw a big surprise party like she was never going to see Dez again. Jessie stared at him with a blank face, "Uhhh...where are you going?" before the elevator doors could shut, she grabbed Dez, and tugged him back inside, "Wrong floor dummy..." instead, they'd be taken to where his own desk was, just a few rows apart from Jessie's. Every few months, they were getting a little bit closer, the dream of being side by side seeming forever out of reach. Well, all the effort had been wasted in the end. The thought just Jessie sigh, "Please tell me you missed out on coffee this morning. Human [i]Happiness[/i]...not Human Resources..." '[b]DING[/b]' The door opens and Jessie walked out, assuming Dez would be right behind her. "You [b]DO[/b] know what you signed up for...right?" she bluntly asks, turning once they were out of the main thoroughfares, her arms crossed over her chest, and her green eyes rather accusatory as they glare down at the Salandit... Rubbing his arm where she had gripped him, Dez followed her out of the elevator and onto the new floor. "Ow hey! And yeah, of course, it's a new job of making people happy, right?! I assumed it was stuff like going around and putting up posters and thinking up ways to improve morale around here!" He said squirming slightly as he looked at her glare with a bashful look. "Ok...ok...I didn't really read the information! I just clicked yes and it disappeared! I thought no one wanted the job because it was boring..." Jessie rolled her eyes and again, she has him by the arm, the left one this time, "Oh, you'll be making people happy alright..." in a flash, she's dragged him to the rec room...you know, where people take their breaks, have lunch, and uhm...let off some steam with the...[i]Office Buddy[/i]. And speaking of which, it was that same [i]thing[/i] which Jessie gestures to, "You'll be replacing [i]her[/i]..." she said gruffy, "I think her name is Cathy...Cathrine...Carla? I don't think anyone's really sure..." It was told she was originally a bright red color, all glossy and smooth, but she's since then faded to a muted pink, with some of her paint scuffed and scratched, showing the greyish rubber beneath. Her 'front' and her 'back' was painted with spent and spilled seed though, all dry and crusted over, though there was evidence that she had been used at least once this morning. On her ballshaped 'feet', where her arms and legs both meet and conjoin, she wobbles lazily, her booty bobbing and her head blindly nuzzling the air. She was hungry for more. She was always hungry for more... "They say it's about time she got replaced...and finally someone was horny...[i]or dumb enough[/i]...to say yes..." They also said the old 'model' would be retired and get to go to Office Buddy heaven...which was really just an unused broom closest. It was kind of an in-joke around the Office, and it was also kind of cruel, now that you think about it... Blinking, trying to take in what he was hearing, Dez stared at the wobbling toy in the corner of the room. Usually he ate out and when he came in here it was quick because of that...thing! It was weird, disturbing and certainly not something he had asked about but now... "You're j-joking!" The tiny lizard said, giving Jessie a nervous and shaking smile as he tried to pull away from her rock hard grasp on his arm. "I-I'm just an IT guy...I'm not...[b]THAT[/b]!" He screamed growing more hysterical as he stared wide eyed tugging harder on her arm. "Let me go Jessie!" He demanded angrily. Jessie let go with a huff and a sigh, "It's too late..." she grumbled, honestly starting to get upset just as much as he was, "You said Yes...you gave your consent. They've probably already drafted up the paperwork...by tomorrow morning, you'll no longer have any legal rights or freedoms. You won't even be considered a person! Dez...you're office property!" She face-palmed and hid her eyes, turning away in hidden despair, and if Dez thought he was going to get any sympathy or words of comfort from the Office Buddy, he was sorely mistaken! She just continues to wobble and sway, probably thinking or hoping the two were here to [i]'use'[/i] her. She had not a single clue or idea in her brainwashed little mind that Dez of all people was actually here to replace her! "T-take me to the guy in charge of this!" Dez said, stomping his foot as he gave up on trying to pull away. "I want to speak to the guy who arranged this ! I won't stand for it! I'm a living person they can't do this no matter what paper work they have. I-I won't sign it!" He yelled at Jessie now, even though they were friends. This was his life on the line! But there was nothing anyone could do for him after he clicked yes and Jessie had her orders to take him to the conversion room. And well, Jessie [i]was[/i] asked. It was usually best if friends did it. It helped put the "volunteer" at relative ease in what was a pretty stressful and scary morning. "Dez...come on...~" she protested, shoulders slumped as she stumbled after him, having let go. After all, she didn't have the heart to restrain her friend so roughly. She knew, (and Dez knew), exactly what the boss would say. It was going to be a waste of time...but still, there was nothing stopping Dez if he wanted to barge into her office and make a [i]formal[/i] complaint... "You do not want to piss her off..." Jessie warned, trudging along behind him... A cold sweat trickled down the Fire Type's neck as he bit his lip. Heading towards their boss's office, Dez ignored Jessie's pleas as he went down the hall, pushing past people as he made his way to those gilded double-doors at the very end of the hallway. Not even knocking, he pushed them open... "I quit!" He screamed as he marched straight towards his boss's desk. In her fancy black suit, Miss Beverly looked more bemused than anything else, "And you are...~?" the question taunts as she scaned a nearby computer screen and made a few idle inputs. "I'm not seeing your face on the roster..." now her smile was knowing. But even here, Dez couldn't escape having to face his own fate, for his boss was flanked on both sides by two shiny, new, and anxiously wobbling Office Buddies, one blue and pink, the other a marbled mix of blacks and whites, patterned like a Dalmatian-themed sextoy. As soon as Dez took notice of the two Office Buddies, she spoke, "Oh...what do you think of our newest acquisitions?~" Was she talking about the recent mergers? The company had just absorbed two lesser ones. "I didn't want the former CEOs out of a job...so I gave them a 'department transfer' of sorts. They won't show up on the company roster sheet anymore though. To find them...[i]and you[/i]...you'll need to bring it up with whoever keeps inventory of office supplies...~" Dez stared in horror at the toys wobbling uselessly behind his boss. The thought of becoming something like that was too horrible to comprehend as he stared at her. "I-i dont care about your sick and twisted toys!" Dez said with a defiant expression on his face. "I-i'm leaving right n-" Jessie burst in right after, near breathless and frantically apologetic, "Miss Beverly...I'm so sorry...I tried...b-but he just wouldn't listen..." "Mmm Jessie, right?" Miss Beverly asked, staring right through the underling with an air of sultry dismission, not seeing Jessie as a person, but as a thing or an expense to the company. "I believe I [i]asked[/i] you to have our new Head of Human Happiness here ready for conversion by 9am...what time is it?" She said patiently, the clock on the wall displaying 9:05. "We cant stand failure like this in my office..." Jessie looks utterly aghast, her face pale as a clean linen sheet. She couldn't even breathe, her whole body was locked up, frozen stiff as her much feared boss chews her out. "He....he wouldn't..." she whispers, but only just, her voice, and her courage, escaping as fast as what little air does from her lungs, "It's not my fault..." Dez looked from Jessie to his boss, his own fear seeming to fade in favor for the fear for his friend. Even if Jessie was the one who would have taken him to the conversion room, to turn him into one of those [i]things[/i], he couldn't stand to see her suffer the same fate alongside him! "N-no its not her fault!" He said stepping forward, "I didn't cooperate...I didn't know she was on a time limit!" He argued but Miss Beverly wasn't listening...or if she was, she was too busy relishing in something else. "Tut tut..our new office toy is talking...when right now his mouth should be a nice open hole with no way to speak...and who's fault is that? [i]Yours[/i]!" She said pointing a well manicured finger at Jessie. "Now then...." She tapped away at her computer for a moment, not taking her eyes off the two of us as she did so. "Jessie...I believe you have just earned yourself a promotion!" She grinned evilly. "The paperwork will be signed soon...now will both of you head to the conversion room or do I need to call security, [i]or rather IT[/i], about malfunctioning office appliances?" And just like that, Jessie slumps her head, totally crestfallen... "Yes ma'am..." she mumbles, swallowing back tears as she turns to march herself out of that office in dejected silence before, [i]somehow[/i], things got worse. But how could they? With one or two keystrokes, Miss Beverly had changed everything and sealed her fate. There was no backing out, no reversing it. Jessie knew there was no point in arguing, she had only just wished to had realized the same thing not five minutes earlier! And once they were outside, Dez could see...no...[i]feel[/i]...her seething... "[b]You...[/b]" she starts, her hands both balling up into fists.... "J-Jessie..." Dez said, trying to think of some words to help his friend out. "L-look I'm really sorry..I-I didn't mean for this!" He said, squirming on the spot now. "B-but...t-this is my life...i can't..." He didn't finish the sentence. He just patted her leg. "W-we could try running?" He asked helplessly without much hope to spare in his voice. Jessie wasn't listening, and she couldn't be calmed, "You...you...you [b]FUCKING[/b] idiot!" For a moment, Dez might have thought she was about to wring his neck and strangle him right on the spot...and I mean, what was there to lose? [i]Absolutely nothing[/i]. Running away was completely childish. They'd have nowhere to go. Sure, if they weren't tracked down and found, they'd have to live completely off the grid, as without an identity or personhood, there was a zero percent chance of getting a job, and the same went for schooling. No doubt a spot has already opened up in her classes now, thanks to Jessie no longer being a part-time college student (Or even a person!) Her whole life...[i]ruined[/i], her future...[i]wasted[/i]. She wasn't even planning on working here for much longer...and now...now she was never going to leave. Ever! [b]EVER[/b]! Dez stumbled for words to say, but as he opened his maw to speak, wincing at the swearing and anger in your voice, he closed it quickly, only to then have his attention stolen by a co-worker of theirs walking towards them. He was one of the gruff former High School jocks, the type that would talk sports by the watercooler and then have a quick fuck on the toy in the corner. And right now he looked at the two of them with a certain cruelty and sick amusement...and maybe a hint of lust too? "You two gonna sit here yapping, or are you gonna get to work?" He asked smirking as he pushed their backs, casually guiding the two down the stairs. "Jessie right?" He asked chuckling. "Heh, remind me not to fuck up like you did!" Jessie was red now, red all over, but not from anger, at least not fully, no, this redness was a horrible, burning blush of total embarrassment. [i]What? Did the whole office already know?[/i] And what about her friends? What about her family? Dez had a week to get all your things in order...say his goodbyes, sell off all his stuff. I mean, he didn't actually think to do any of that stuff, but he could have if he had simply read the pop-up more closely! Jessie didn't have that luxury, and now, someone [i]else [/i]was going to have to inform her parents what happened after the fact. God, if it's Miss Beverly, oh, her blood would just boil! In the meantime, Jessie pulled Dez close, shuffling along side by side, unwilling to let him botch things up anymore than he already has... Looking down shamefully, the fight seemed to have drained from Dez. His fur looked paler almost, his eyes dull and defeated. The palms on them backs, pushing and guiding them down the stairs, was rough, and even as Dez tripped, he barely noticed as the man (Was it Nick? He couldn't remember his name exactly) spoke to them, taunting and teasing as he moved them along. As the man paused to chat for a moment with some others, no doubt eager to spread the latest bit of juicy office drama, Dez made sure to keep his eyes down and away, not wanting to meet anyone's gaze. Eventually, Dez and Jessie were pressed up to an unassuming door with a large gold 'C' on the front. "Well here we are!" Nick smirked as he opened the door for the two of them, and with a rough shove, pushed them both inside. "I'll be up to collect you once you're done! Wasn't a hard job was it Jessie?" He laughed as he closed the door, locking it with a unnerving [i]*click*[/i] behind them. Once inside, the flood gates were all but broken, as tears gushed down her cheeks. Jessie sank to her knees, overwhelmed (and understandably so) as her hour of reckoning drew near. There was no escape, no opening the door from the inside (or the outside). They could starve, sure, [i]or[/i] they could swallow their pride and find some small glimmer of hope before they faced the music, like say a future where this process could be reversed. Though then they'd have to hope someone who'd actually give enough of a damn to change them back would actually find them... But it was a fool's dream and nothing else, as by the time the conversion was done, there wouldn't be much TO change back. Jessie hid behind her knees, arms wrapped about to hug her gathered legs up against the rest of her huddled form, unable to even bare to look at what awaits them. In the room, two unassuming platforms lay empty, one for each of them, with a large, downwards-facing nozzle hanging above both, tubes connecting them to a central tank, half-filled with a bubbling, greyish...liquid...the 'latex' that would change them, inside and out. Sighing, Dez turned to look at the door. He knew it wouldn't open without approved access, and he didn't have that anymore! Since he was the one who made the system, he wished in hindsight he had added a backdoor or something but no...it was the best security door in the city! Turning to Jessie, he put a small clawed hand on her thigh, trying to comfort her while they nervously stared in unison at that horrible bubbling liquid. "C-come on..m-maybe it won't be so bad...I have a hobby as an alchemist! if we can somehow convert and then um..escape...i could..." he trailed off, mumbling, as the sound of his own words stifle those same thoughts. [i]I sound so stupid right now...[/i] "Escape? How do you propose we do that?! Wobble away? Yeah right..." The rounded, ball-like 'foot' of Office Buddies was designed to keep them relatively stationary and to help with 'ease of comfort and of use'. Jessie wept and moaned, seemingly inconsolable and unresponsive for what felt like hours. She kept brushing him away, or turning herself around, unable to come to terms. "My life is over..." he heard her mutter, "I don't want...I don't want to be an Office Buddy...a fucking mindless sex-toy...I wanna be me..." "C-come on..." Dez said finally, standing up, giving up on trying to comfort her as he looked to the imposing platforms before the two of them and the machinery all in-between. "I-it will all be over soon..." He said, trying to sound comforting, "I-if we do it now they won't f-force us...and bring people in to do it..." He reasoned as much with himself as he did with Jessie, tugging gently at her arm, "I-i don't want to fight people!" Jessie definitely didn't want to be forcibly stripped naked and shoved to her doom like some virgin sacrifice. [i]Oh god[/i]...that's another thing. She was a virgin...and was bound to remain one... After all, no one claimed to lose their virginity to a sex-toy, so the same must be true in reverse. Just one more humiliation to stack up with all the rest...enough to last her...[i]last them[/i]...well, [b]an eternity[/b]. "Y-yeah..." she weakly said, swallowing through her tears as she tried to wipe her eyes, "Miss Beverly probably expects us to b-be...[i]done[/i]...by now..." the process did not take long, and was brutally efficient because of it. Resigned to his fate, Dez stood up. He casted a pitiful glance to Jessie as he made his way over to the platform on the left, scrambling up onto it as only the tiny lizard could; not very dignified for sure. And as he stood up, he watched as the surface underneath him started to glowed, as if detecting his presence. There was a low whirring sound all around them, the machine activating, slowly a tube slid down around Dez's platform, sealing him inside. Frantically, he turned to Jessie, his mouth moving yet there was only silence. The soundproof glass was doing it's job, but there was no mistaking how very claustrophobic the poor Salandit was looking... Jessie, with a deep gulp, undressed herself...poorly. Her limbs get tangled up in her own clothes, and she even forgot to take her shoes off before her pants! Eventually, she gets it right, pausing now that she was down to only her bra and undies. She never knew that this morning would have been her last time getting up, taking a shower, and getting dressed...or that her last meal would have consisted of slightly burnt toast and a bit of jam, all drowned down with lukwarm coffee. Now it was her last time undressing...so please excuse her if she tries to delay it for as long as possible. Unbuckling the straps of her bra and shimmying off her panties, she scampers and pads her way up onto the platform next to Dez, afraid to even look in his direction now that she was completely nude. The floor glows beneath her bare feet, and grew warm. It felt kinda nice. In front of them, two screens swiveled down and turned on, one for each of them. On it, their faces, their names, a visual printout of their IDs, stare back at them, including more real time stats like "Organic Material" "Original Size" and "Personality" all sitting at a clean and steady 100%. Other readouts gave their weight in numbers, their heart rates and stress levels, but also their IQ, and much to Jessie's chagrin, she sees that her's and Dez's were more or less even. [i]...god damnit![/i] And below all that was a bar, completely unfilled, it was the largest but it simply read, "PROGRESS" in red letters... "Good luck..." Dez mouthed, the last words he would ever say, though only he heard them [i]"Good Luck." In a pathetic, unenthusiastic way, ugh...[/i] He winced at that while his thoughts too turned back to his morning: Waking up a little late, nervous about the job, getting picked up by Jessie, wondering why she were acting so funny! It was all so obvious as to why now! He felt the rubbing of his small bow around his neck, wishing he had done like you had and removed it, but it was his only piece of clothing and well...that wouldn't matter soon. Maybe if he wore it, he could hold on! Just long enough to think of something or maybe wobble away. It was ridiculous but he tired to hold onto that glimmer of hope as he felt the drops of goo beginning to drain in, the sound of air rushing through the chamber as the tube opened up above them both, the grey liquid dripping onto and around them, their feet tingling as it touched them first. "H-here it comes..." He whined as a torrent of the goo hit his head, pushing him forward onto all fours from the force of it! Jessie buckled under the weight of it, her shrieking muffled as the heavy grey gunk just gushes down atop her, all warm, thick, and goopy. And sticky too! It was that last part that would draw the most concern, as they could feel the molten plastic clump over their flesh as it begins to pile up, layer after layer. Dez actually got the worse of it, as the machine poured far more latex into his chamber then it did Jessie's. To an outsider's eyes, he looked more like a faint bulge then a Salandit, his true form trapped within...though that was set to change. The substance wasn't just covering them, it was [i]converting[/i] them, their flesh absorbing it...or it absorbing them. Inch by inch, cell by cell, their bodies turned grey and rubbery as the corruption sinks deeper, finding ways in through their mouths and nostrils...through gaps in their eye-sockets, and even crawling up buttholes, cock-slit, vagina, whatever was applicable. It was...[i]uncomfortable[/i]...to say the least, but it wasn't exactly painful either...and in fact, the more they became one with the latex, the more 'sensitive' the rest of their bodies feel; Nerves, [i]or whatever has become of them[/i], converting any and all stimuli to pleasure...great pleasure...[b]electrifying pleasure[/b]...and soul-chilling, orgasmic [b]bliss[/b]. Before long, it feels like they both might cum...that they were a second or less away...yet they don't...[i]they can't[/i]...no matter how hard they tried or wish they could. And yet, the pleasure only grew from there...expanding...and consuming... The last bubbles of air filtered up through the tubes, the goo pushing it out of their lungs, converting them into nothing but grey rubbery latex. The wild, random kicks and squirms were lessening from either pair as their muscles atrophied away during the conversion process. They couldn't see...couldn't hear...all of their senses were one with the latex. It touched the rounded walls of their chamber and they could feel that, but even just the smooth, featureless glass was enough to send waxing waves of pleasure through them. Touch, the very sense, at it's more naked and pure, was pleasure, feeding an endless desire for more... The two masses of latex-converted creatures, the basic material for making an Office Buddy, couldn't see, but their monitors changed all the same/ The empty progress bar shot up to around 20% as the conversion continued, and as they fully integrated with the material, their consciousness held within, bar representing their level of organic material slowly ticked down until it flattens out completely, a full zero percent. Dez's size chart began to grow as he absorbed more of it, while Jessie's stayed roughly the same. Soon enough, like their IQ before, they were more or less equalized in sheer size moving forward... It felt strange...and oddly invigorating...once they were no longer made from skin, flesh, meat and bones...all those pumping organs, filled with blood, gone, save for their brains that were merely encased and protected...[i]for now[/i]. In reality, their grey matter was merely being saved for later. And so, devoid of biological functions, they also lacked in biological needs. Suddenly, they no longer felt peckish nor full...quenched or thristy, sleepy or rested. There was just...[i]nothing[/i]. Nothing but...[i]existence[/i]. We were...[i]things[/i]. I mean, their minds knew better, knew what was happening, but it was still difficult to really comprehend...realize that, while all the excess goo drains away below through a neatly opened grate in the floor, they have reached a kind of ultimate homeostasis, that, barring some catastrophic event, like something that would end with their total dissolution, something that would dissolve or disintegrate their latexified new forms, they could basically go on "living" forever. Their bodies wouldn't age, and they wouldn't want...[i]or need[/i]...of anything. So, in a roundabout way...we were sorta immortal! Aye, but was that a blessing...[i]or was it a curse[/i]? Time was bound to keep on lasting for the foreseeable future, but without any and all requirements, to sleep, eat, or even breathe...time seems to matter and mean a little less...doesn't it? What was time but the passing of the earth around the sun, and without sight, they did not know how long they'd be there for. Soon there would only be two states: being touched and used, and not being touched and used. When they weren't, it would feel like an eternity, and when they were, it would go and be over too fast! But that wasn't how Dez felt right now as the goo drained away to reveal their forms to the world. They had been facing forward and right now their bodies were doing the same. Their grey bodies were featureless but recognizably humanoid...sorta. Where the lizard had been before, he was now was human sized and stuck on all fours, bent forward to allow his slightly shorter arms to merge with his longer legs at the bottom of a heavy grey base. Experimenting with this, he shifted slightly, trying to move, but the heavy base that was his arms and legs only rocked slightly to the left and then slightly to the right, meaning, in the end, he had not really moved at all. So with their basic outlines formed, the progress bar jumped to 30% complete. Their brainwaves and stress levels were spiking up and down in shock and fear, the need to be touched...their bodies so fiery, so sensitive, all over, and with no way to release any of it. But their heart rate and breathing weren't being read anymore. You couldn't monitor organs which weren't there... Slowly, the glass walls lifted up from around them...yet even if they had the luck and wherewithal to stumble, or at least fall from the platform, both bodies were too heavy, too thick, too clumsy to really do anything. And even if they tried despite it all, the mere feeling of air molecules, moving and shifting around their smooth, shiny bodies as while struggled would beset them with such otherworldly sensations, they might as well be paralyzed, ecstasy spiking to the verge of some thunderous climax...[i]and then well beyond.[/i] Jessie moaned...or tried to, barely able to think of anything but the pleasure...forced to come to terms with it and the body it stems from...[i]her body[/i]...[i]her self[/i]. Dez really was a fool if he thought they could escape in such a state. Every inch across the room would leave them jiggling in mind-blowing orgasmic bliss. And don't even try to remind them why they'd want to escape that? But whatever they choose to do or not do, it was too late, as two metal halves of one massive mold come slamming from both sides, with such force and pressure they should have been flatter than two pancakes...if not for the shape and groves within, all carved out to create...[i]what else[/i]? [b]An Office Buddy.[/b] Dez's was just the same as Jessie's down to the most microscopic of fine details, and so their wet, sloshing bodies are forced to fill in the cracks, the immense pressure being applied from all sides ensuring there will be no imperfections, no impurities... There was the hiss of steam and heat as the goo dried instantly around them. Temperatures that would have melted organic material merely made them more rugged and resistant to wear and tear, of the day-to-day [s]ab[/s]use that awaits them. Two ergonomic handles, meticulously designed by the company's design team, clung to their hips, and strangely to the sides of their face. The black, shiny orbs that were their heads, blank and featureless, couldn't be told apart. Even Dez's bow was gone now. Absorbed into the goo or burnt off in the press, he wouldn't know, but the hardened-rubber Office Buddies were taking shape now. The progress bar shot up to 40%. They stood trapped inside the walls of the mold before, finished, it released them, their freedom to wobble about back...for what little it was. Next came three burning hot metal rods, their lengths glowing red, reflecting off their grey surface of their skin. With three distinct hisses, they began to slide into the soon-to-be-toys: One on the dome like face and two on the round backside in the air. There, the red-hot metal held itself in place for what seemed like hours until the heat cooled off gradually inside them, melting and forging a collection of cavities meant for really one thing: Their [s]former[/s] coworker's cocks. They felt every degree of those burning switches, melting through them in what should have been torturous, shrieking agony, yet all the surging pain came only as blistering pleasure, pretty much just as hot and fiery. It lingers even after the rods retract and left them with three holes, all the same, all equally utilitarian...nothing special or remarkable about any of them in the least. They were just holes, deep holes, that all connect and join, forming one long tunnel from ass to mouth...all imbued with that same pleasure from before...the heat it causes in those holes refusing to cool or wane...and if anything...[i]it grows[/i], morphing slowly into an arousal like they've never suffered before...a howl of desire that drives them to the edge of madness the longer they go unfulfilled...unsatisfied... And just like that, as the heat stamps and melts their bodies into place, their mobility, their agency, their freedom, is permanently hampered...[i]no[/i], it was practically rendered null and void! Their arms and legs (though can you really call them that anymore?) terminate at the rounded ball that support and keep them upright from below. There's no longer any joints, no articulation to speak of, and funnily, [i]or annoyingly[/i], enough, their balance was never quite there thanks to those cartoonishly huge asses, as well as their two bloated beachball tits, which, while unnaturally huge in their own rights, could not compare to the sheer girth and mass that has been stuffed into those dump truck rumps. And now add to that the fact that either part was prone to jiggle, sway, and ripple as if stuffed with firm silicon at even the slightest breeze and disturbance...and they just could not stay still! Forward, back, side to side...they wobble and wobble with no end in sight...and there was [b]nothing[/b] they can do about it. Their necks could turn a little...but never for very long, as their bodies were just so elastic. It was a fight and a struggle until they finally give in and accept that their heads are meant to look straight ahead and always forward. At least it took next to zero thought or effort to stay this way. This was the default...but also the only choice. Their faces were shaped into the muzzles and snouts of some generic animal, with big, unblinking, and featureless eyes staring out from above. Beyond that, they had no hint of a nose, no underlying bones, no features to speak of except for a pair of equally generic ears sprouting up from the tops of their scalps. Jessie, who had been trying and trying to keep herself from wobbling, was now tossing about like a wild pendulum, hit again and again with a drive she can do nothing to quench or obey. Trapped...with nowhere to run. Trapped...and horny...hornier then she, anyone, [i]or anything[/i], had any right to be... Dez was doing the same, the two shaking and wobbling silently in the room, their bodies squeaking softly to echo off the cold walls around them. No sounds of breathing, no heart beat...nothing! As all this continued, their new roles as sex toys cemented thanks to those shockingly utilitarian fuck-holes, paint-spray nozzles maneuvered into place, surrounding their wobbling forms. A gentle hiss of air soon followed as fresh, aerosol paint was slowly applied to their bodies, Dez wobbling as it binds and fuses with its skin on contact, waves of pleasure buffeting the Pokémon as he turned a bright, artificial red color, from head to rump to base. All the while, a second, smaller spray-nozzle carefully highlighted his recently formed pussy, ass and mouth holes with a nylon pink to match, add a tantalizing splash of extra color while further down below, stripes of similar pink circle his wobbling stump And right along besides Dez, a base paint a vibrant purple covered Jessie, the feeling just as wild and rapturous for her rubber-flesh as it was for his, while her pussy, ass and mouth holes where marked cyan, a shining and beautiful coat of paint that was sure to draw the eye of anyone in the office. The same circled patterns ring her wobbling stump of joined limbs, including the edges of each handle, those large ears included. The progress bar went up and up as the changes and customization of the two continued, 60% and then 70%...80% so many fast approaching lines filling the screen as the computer prepared for the finishing touches... More than just paint, their new thick coats of bright, shiny color protects, strengthens, and most importantly, binds, essentially forming a second seal around pair, a glue and a resin that'll keep them looking and feeling new for...[i]months[/i]? It depends on how heavily they're used. But if each Office Buddy is given at least some basic maintenance, like some varnish, a bit of gloss, and a brand new coat every few odd years, they might stay looking just as good decades on into their new roles. But, sadly, they knew their own coworkers. It was all too likely they'd be subject to abuse and neglect. And why not? They had their own jobs to focus on...do they really want to risk angering the boss and ending up along side the other toys!? And plus, once Dez and Jessie are old and worn-out, they'll just find some new clueless sod to sign some papers and take their place. Whether they wanted to complain, beg, or scream out in existential horror, there was no way, short of wobbling all anxious and mad, to show it. And when all you [i]DO[/i] is wobble like mad, well, who can blame others from misinterpreting it as just the norm, part of their ceaseless horny struggles, and guaranteed to persist and go on so long as they remain whole and in one piece? Even with a robot's precision and patience, it would be next to impossible to fit a helmet over their heads as they wobbled and thrashed, so instead, little square electrode patches flop down, hanging from connective wires, waiting for their head to bump or sway into a spider's web of sort, where they stick with ease to those smooth, rubber 'skulls'. Only once enough of these patches lay flush and flat against their heads, was a final sort of mercy (and insurance) given. But first, new shapes slid out and insert themselves into three obvious places, each one, by far, the thickest, longest, most ripped, studded, and textured dildos ever to conceived, yet utterly useless for any other purpose then this...to stuff themselves into each of those three holes until they were plugged tight as can be. And then the buzzing began, low at first, but growing stronger with every passing second, until about midway towards their peak intensity, the dildos begin to push, thrust, and piston away steadily into every hole...spreading euphoria to every last bit of rubberized flesh they had, filling their converted, jiggling masses full of pleasure that rends the mind and wipes the soul...pleasure so intense, they could feel their very selves start to drift away...egos, identities, and all the thoughts, memories, and emotions attached that go with them. Soon...they'd lose ourselves to the pleasure completely...yet they'd still return, bit by bit, once (if) the dildos ever ceased their tri-fronted assault. That is, if not for the sudden surge of frying electricity the batters their rubber-coated brains, those electrode pads finally coming into play, unraveling, shriveling, or outright killing neurons with every burst. [b]*THUMP THUMP THUMP*[/b] Every overcharged jolt made their bodies twist and flex like no other, and in the sparse few seconds in-between, they could feel their minds turn lesser...and lesser...and lesser still, their physical brains literally squeezing and compacting down from the sheer and destructive force of it all... [b]*THUMP!*[/b] Dez silently screamed in pleasure and fear as the first pulse rocked through his head, the pulses times perfectly along with the thrusting, shunting, vibrations of the dildo! Each thud and jolt coursing through Jessie's brain destroyed another section, with a jolt her long term memories were gone, zapped away to nothing...friends? Family? Her first kiss? Learning to ride a bike or how to count...basic human knowledge wiped away! [b]*THUMP!*[/b] It courses through Dez's brain, and in turn his. name, her name, all names, are just gone ...zapped away in an instant, unable to even comprehend what a name was, as higher thought like that vanished amid the buzzing assault. [b]*THUMP!*[/b] A wave of confusion washed over the both of them as all memory of the last day were gone. What were they doing here? In fact...[i]who[/i] were they? Names...places...all wiped away, zapped to nothingness. And still the dildos punched into their holes, hot, driving pleasure working with the frying voltage to sap their brains away. Confusion...fear...sadness...anxiety... happiness...emotions as they once knew faded further and further into the background, as higher brain functions and thoughts were beyond mere toys. Shriveling, the only part of this brain left, tiny and insignificant, was the part that controlled pleasure and lust...and with plenty of empty space to spare...they started to expand tenfold. And yet, their brains were still tiny by comparison, shock-treated minds unable to even comprehend what those signals meant... Less than animals, less than living things, no thoughts of survival or instincts remained. As rightfully mindless toys wobbled as two large needles jabbed into the back of their heads, piercing the soft latex outside straight into their brains. Once fully inserted, a potent mixture of fast-acting nano-rubber flooded the remaining tissue, quickly, and permanently, converting any organic matter that remained, not giving them a chance to think as the tiny ball of living latex that was once their brains smoothed out and settled in, now but a bundle of recoded neurons firing with pleasure and lust on endless repeat. The graph changed to match as it scanned their minds: Personality: [b]NULL[/b] Mood: [b]HORNY [/b] IQ: [b]0 [/b] Their brainwave patterns also showed only a flat line, perceptibly unbroken and perpetually void. And yet, as the needles withdrew and the electrodes popped off, the two fully and newly minted Office Buddies wobbled about with clear eagerness now, urgent, and even excited. And without names, without any differing thoughts, opinions or reactions at all to distinguish [i]one[/i] Office Buddy from the [i]other[/i], all save for their randomly chosen paint colors and patterns, they couldn't be any more interchangeable. To choose one or the other was inconsequential, and if you weren't there, [i]and no one was[/i], to witness their conversions, there was no telling which Office Buddy was which! Was that Jessie? Or Dez? Or was she...oh, it didn't matter anymore! Not now, and not ever! The finishing touch of sorts, a laser-tipped arm sees to burning the company brand into each arounded ass-flank, creating a kind of ditch or grove into the rubber-flesh before holographic paint is poured into the 'wound', filling and smoothing it back out with a mark that glows and glitters in the changing light whenever each toy wobbles and sways (which was often and always!~) And if anyone paid a chance to hang around and watch those unflinching, unchanging, zero'ed out graphs and statistics, one might notice that, every once in a while and far from often, their IQs would 'spike' up for the briefest of moments, sometimes up to a utterly [b]MASSIVE[/b] (relatively speaking) 3 points, 4...and absolutely maxing out at a 5. But never for longer then a second, never even close. And so would that line tracking their 'brain' activity, pitiful little blips amid a calm and flat and empty sea. So something was there...some tiny bit...a flicker or a speck at best. But it was there, and it was enough, maybe not now, and definitely not anytime soon, to someday grant each toy a shell of understanding, a weird pseudo-remembrance, of once being something else...of once having...[i]more[/i]. But even that would only linger for a blink or less before it was gone, and when it disappears, so the will forget it. They'd have to wait weeks, months, maybe even years to catch another hint of a glimpse, granting them about as much self-awareness as a gnat might enjoy...but when their years were endless, and bodies un-aging...didn't that mean there were infinite chances and possibilities to gleam something more? Only one way to find out! And it starts...[b]right now[/b]! Maybe check up on them in a millennium or two...see if they've made any progress...or if they're just exactly the same... Suddenly, hands grabbed them by their smooth handles, dragging them from the conversion chamber, their weight barely more than a potted plant with most of that centered in their ass and base! Unable to wobble as they would normally, they hung limply in the arms of their former work colleges who chat openly between themselves, though the two new toys can't comprehend even a single word, yet they loved every second, having their glorious handles touched and pulled, before they were dropped in a corner. The wobbling began again, the two bouncing and bopping into each other every few moments before they were set further apart so they could wobble with a bit more space. And then...finally, without warning or permission, for what felt like it took forever...they were were being used! One of them, the glossy red one...felt it's cheeks being grabbed and a fast-firming cock slamming into it's face while, nearly, the purple and cyan marked toy was having it's ass swiftly rocked back and forth. And this looked like just the beginning, as, unceremoniously, the worn-out toy they were made to replace [s]well, one was made to replace, the other was made to punish and send a message[/s] was carried out. Already a line was forming, (former)coworkers eager to try the new, tight toy-holes before they were inevitably stretched! By then, the old, tarnished, color-scratched Office Buddy they were relieving had already been shoved into some closet to collect dust, to be no doubt long forgotten even by those who used her just that same morning. Coincidentally, they made up most of those already in line to try out the new toys while they were brand spanking new! And boy, were these toys excited for their first day! There's no sign, no shred of the anxious, nervous, and terribly embarrassed pair they've been prior. Shame wasn't a thing that exists for them, nor modesty, or self-control...or any concept that dares approach a complexity greater then USE, FUCK or SUCK. Even trying to comprehend the absence of these three interlinked desires was likely to overload their little, malnourished and barely used neurons, only succeeding in making them even DUMBER...if you could believe it. So for their sakes, it's good that they remain thoughtless fuck-toys for the duration of our long and steady use. It's questionable if they even understand the difference between good stimuli and bad, given since all touch, all attention, and all of experience grants them nothing but blank joy and raw pleasure, they never once find themselves suffering something of the latter, something bad or unwanted. But were they happy like this, being thrust and fucked into, (sometimes from both ends simultaneously)? Who can say? And who can care? They were by every definition just (slightly) animate objects...they react to stimuli, but they're not exactly "alive" either. Does anyone ask if a tree or flower is happy? They might, but the answer is just as unknowable. Miss Beverly watched from her office above, a monitor showing the two new Human Happiness Resources doing their job wonderfully, all the needy coworkers on the floor getting a go wat them. Each office floor had a Toy to service them, but this floor was lucky to have two! "Maybe they would last twice as long?" it was an interesting thought, but she grew bored of watching her employees fuck the two new toys, so she turned off the monitor, as by then, their names were out of her head. She had more pressing things to worry about, like the next merger, hopefully as fruitful as the last one... And so life moved on, Dez and Jessie's coworkers leaving, retiring, or getting promoted...[s]even they didn't disappear mysteriously beforehand![/s] The memory of who those two Office Buddies had been forgotten within a year as new people came and went! Someone though was thoughtful enough to leave some tissues by the Office Buddies, but they only lasted so long as the weeks and months [i]and years[/i] tricked by the two toys, continuing to wobble mindlessly as the days pass. But their bodies were showing their "age", their asses grey from use, the paint long faded from the hundreds of cocks that had been rammed into them. Cleaning was...an issue...especially since the janitorial staff was just authorized (and happy) to use them as anyone else, sloppy [s]seconds [/s]fifthieths and all! The one thing that wasn't lacking was lube, as bottles were placed next to use daily, though after a few sessions, it usually became excessive when so much 'natural' lube wet, sticky, and present already. So after ten long, sleepless, ceaseless years of use, the only time they now really shined, was with a fresh coat of cum, when their faces and rears were utterly caked with the stuff. Yet they'd never know more joy, pleasure, or bliss. Sure, they were trapped in an ever-repeating cycle of wanton, desperate pleas for use, even when the office was cloaked in shadows and it was the dead of night. They writhe, they wiggle, they bounce and bob, hoping beyond hope that someone pokes themselves inside their holes. And they always did...even if it felt like an eternity was spent in-between, they persist at it, as eagerly and energetically as they've always been...or at least as far as they were aware. Because they were aware of nothing but the little surprises that came when their jostling led them to bounce off each other; a short, dreadfully short, reminder that that they, Dez and Jessie, were still there, arranged side by side, buddies in more ways than one! And it was one morning some 10? 20? Years? decades? None of that meant a thing to the toy, only that their handles were grabbed one day, their gaping holes sticky with old cum and bodies almost falling apart. One of Jessie's hip-handles had snapped off three years ago, while Dez had his tail ripped and duct taped back on. Their colors were faded and even their ever-steady wobbling was less present than it had been. Miss Beverly, the slightly aged woman with her collection of former CEOs all wobbling pristinely in her office, had ordered for all the Office Buddies changed out for newer models. Wobbling and wiggling as they were picked up, Jessie and Dez were carried along into the elevator and taken down to a storage room in the basement where a pile of the squeaking, wobbling toys were dumped together. With a squeak, they were tossed among the rest of the old and outdated toys, their colors all so faded in the dimly lit room, it was impossible to tell who was who and which was which. It was some small mercy the toys wouldn't know what this meant or why it happened to them, they'd only continue to wobble desperately for attention that wouldn't come. Perhaps someday, they'd all be melted down and recycled into [i]truly[/i] inanimate objects or used to convert the next iteration of Office Buddies...or just sent to the garbage dump instead, but until then, they would have to get used to the desperate need and shameless absence of sex for the next 20 years or so, even their remade purpose robbed from them in the end.... THE END. ----------------------------------------------------