Michael walked up and down the line of Chattelbots in front of him. The other men in the room waited on the sides, still nervous about the reality of the situation. Michael noticed this and called all three men to him. Harmony met the two soldiers halfway and took one of their arms into her own. Sonia and Tiffani stood at attention, ditsy smiles across their faces. Crystal also waited at attention, but her smile was replaced every half minute or so by a twitch as she tried to fight the overwhelming urge to stop thinking completely.

Once the men joined him, on the side of the room where the girls were, Michael spoke. “Trust me, they are fine and will not be doing anything irregular. Sonia and Tiffani weren't that bright to begin with, so their reprogramming was our easiest conversions yet. Crystal was more of a fighter but she also submitted eventually, thanks to our European friend Andre.” Andre nodded and looked over at the bottle blond he had helped brainwash. “Before we finalize their programming,” Michael continued, “this is the time to ask any questions.”

The first soldier, whose military tag read “John Reagan,” stepped up as he eyed Sonia's incredible features, barely hidden by a hardly existent outfit, and blank expression. “How, in simple terms, do they end up this way?”

Michael smiled, noticing how Reagan looked at his future property, and thought for a moment how to explain the process in layman's terms. “Without boring you with specifics details, each girl is sent to a clinic run by an ex-pat whose brother has been very influential in the genesis of our new community. Other wives, girlfriends, daughters, and so on, have been reprogrammed while on vacation near the clinic. Each girl comes back from their vacation with a more proper attitude, but our girls went under the guise of receiving breast augmentation as part of their contract with my club. They are told that it is one of the best clinics in the world and that they will recover for one week. They will also have an opportunity to dance at a high class club in the city. In reality, it takes about two weeks for their reprogramming to be completed, along with recovery from the breast augmentation and any other enhancements completed at the time.”

In her bimbofied haze, Crystal could remember each night debuting her new body to a room of lawyers, athletes, and politicians. Did that really happen? Suddenly she felt very sad, but couldn't figure out why this was all so wrong...

“...The actual processing and reprogramming of a girl into a Chattelbot begins with implanting a chip into their brains. When the girls are put under for their breast surgery, the chip is implanted. After about a half day of recovery, their breast augmentation is actually done. In the time it takes for them to have the surgery and be ready to wake up, the chip inside their pretty little heads will have mapped their mental, emotional, and psychical patterns and matched them. When they wake up, a few simple tests will begin their journey into docile obedience. Almost immediately, they should feel suggestible and an obedient urge towards male superiors.”

As Michael spoke, Crystal could remember waking up from her surgery. It was at night, which seemed kind of weird because she had arrived early in the morning. Before she could expand on that concern a nurse came into her room. This woman was beautiful, white blond hair like Crystal's, wearing an old styled nurse's uniform with a skirt and white pantyhose. What stunned her most was the rather large breasts, especially on the short girl, who couldn't have been taller than her, on the girl's small, feminine, frame. The nurse took her vitals and asked a few general questions. Crystal felt good, better than she had in a while, and smiled when she saw how great her new breasts looked in a mirror.

When the nurse, whose name tag read Kimmi, asked the Chattelbot to-be for her signature on a few forms, Crystal noticed her last name was the same as the Doctor she had spoken to upon arrival at the clinic. “Is Doctor Graham your husband?”

Kimmi brightened and smiled at her fellow Chattelbot. “Yes! I am proud to have been Mrs. Richard Graham for almost a year.” Something about her new friend's smile bothered Crystal. It seemed so completely vapid and passive. For a nurse, she sure seemed like a bimbo. It's not like Crystal was a rocket scientist, but still...

Again, her potentially rebellious line of thought was interrupted, this time by Doctor Graham entering the room. He smiled at Crystal, who immediately felt at ease around the handsome man. After speaking to his wife momentarily, Dr. Graham turned back to Crystal and touched her hand, which made the girl shudder with pleasure. “I see you made my friends with Mrs. Graham. Good girl.” He paused to watch Crystal blush. “We need to just test a few things to make sure your...procedure...went well. Please follow my instructions precisely.”

Crystal nodded, and quietly said “yes, Sir,” before her brainwashed mind could stop itself. A moment passed where she thought it was strange she addressed him that way, but then her own voice, pumped in repeatedly subliminally, whispered men are our superiors, we need to speak to them like ladies. Oh, yeah. Dr. Graham smiled again, and the girl's mind returned to mush. He instructed Crystal to touch her new breasts, which she did compliantly. She continued to knead them for a couple of minutes mindlessly while Dr. And Mrs. Graham conferred about something. Strangely, Crystal found that she couldn't really grasp whatever it was they were discussing. The fog that currently obeying caused in her mind did not allow the Chattelbot to focus on anything but mindless obedience. When a man commands me, I need to focus and not worry about anything else.

Once the Grahams were done discussing Crystal, Dr. Graham turned back to her and crossed the room. “Crystal,” he smiled warmly at her, pausing as her eyes went limp with docility, “I need to make sure you are safe to return to your career with those new breasts. Please walk across the room for me.”

She went to take a step but paused before her feet hit the ground. Something was wrong. I wear high heels all the time so I look my best. I can only look my best in high heels. Trying to concentrate, the subliminal message, brainwashed into her repeatedly, became truth. “So I can look my best, I need the shoes I was wearing when I came in, Sir.” That made sense; she could only look her best when wearing high heels.

Dr. Graham nodded back to Kimmi, who left the room momentarily and returned with the black, platform heeled, sandals that Crystal had worn when she arrived at the clinic. Sliding them on, she sashayed across the room a few times, back and forth like she was on stage, new breasts bouncing up and down, hips swaying, and stopped when Dr. Graham put his hand up. The bimbofied Chattelbot froze in place, one foot off the ground, waiting for his next instruction.

Her controller, pleased with the results so far, came over and patted her bottom. “Good girl, you may put your foot down.” She obeyed. Automatically, due to hours of programming and training, her back arched straight, breasts thrust out front and center. Hardly noticing it, Crystal's brain had slowed to a crawl; currently, she existed for Dr. Graham's next command. He ran a finger under her left nipple, making the girl shudder with pleasure. “Stand next to my wife; I want to compare you girls.”

Crystal turned quickly and walked over to where Kimmi stood, snapping to attention next to her as had been programmed into her mind. Dr. Graham admired both girls, his beautiful, busty, wife and the newly programmed Chattelbot. Each stood silent and stiffly, as if nothing was amiss, waiting for command. Once a Chattelbot was instructed, their sole focus became obeying to the best of their ability. Dr. Graham smiled as he stood to the side of the girls, comparing their perfectly formed breasts; as a side effect, it seemed Crystal did not notice she was naked besides her platform sandals.

After making a few notes in a small electronic device he carried that doubled as a remote for Chattelbots, he decided it was time to have some fun with them. “Alright, girls,” he paused as both turned their heads slowly to stare at him adoringly, “Crystal has done very well. In fact, I am very impressed with both of you.” For a moment, he recalled Kimberly, the opinionated nurse who would become Kimmi, his obedient wife, and faced her, “Kimmi, don't you think we have done good work with Crystal?”

Mrs. Graham slowly turned and dreamily eyed Crystal, stopping at her chest. “Yes I agree, Sir. Crystal is beautiful now with her new breasts, Sir.”

Crystal turned and stared vapidly at Kimmi. She was so glad the Doctor's wife liked her new chest. Kimmi stared back just as dimwitted. The haze of obedience to a superior had brought both girls to the idealized bubble brained state most Chattelbots spent their lives.

Dr. Graham touched Crystal's perfectly tanned shoulder, making her shudder blissfully. “My wife underwent a similar breast augmentation to yours. Don't you agree with me they look wonderful on her?”

Before Crystal could consider otherwise, she was automatically replying, “I think they are wonderful, Sir.”

He nodded; time to test another aspect of her programming. “You don't think they are too big for such a small girl?”

Crystal began attempting to say yes but said something different out loud. “No, Sir, large breasts are appealing on girls of any size or shape, Sir.” She blinked. That made sense; she was just as short as Mrs. Graham, it seemed like a non-issue. A new thought popped into her little brain. Noticing she looked eager to expand on her statement, Dr. Graham nodded for her to continue speaking. “Besides that,” a newly unlocked voice in her head marionetted with her mouth, “she is your wife and once she takes your name her body is your property, Sir.”

Dr. Graham took her manicured hands and squeezed hard. “Good girl. You want to be just like Mrs. Graham when you settle down, don't you?”

“Yes, Sir,” Crystal blurted out breathlessly, looking at his wife. “I want to be just like her.” She turned and looked at him with a curious, submissive, look on her face.

Satisfied, Dr. Graham pulled the device out of his pocket again and pressed two buttons. Both Chattelbots dropped to their knees and looked up. Having two perfectly brainwashed girls knelling before him caused his cock to rise and become hard. After admiring his work momentarily, he decided to enjoy their service. “Girls, I am very proud of both you. Kimmi,” he started, turning slightly to face his wife, “you did such a good job assisting me with the surgery.” She looked down and whispered gratitude at the opportunity to serve him. “...and Crystal, you have been such a good girl during this procedure. I think you and Kimmi deserve a night out tonight.”

Crystal beamed proudly. “Thank you, Sir; I want to be a lady, Sir.” Her mind further fogged as days of subliminal messages danced in her brain. She stared up at him with a dumb smile on her face.

He grinned. “You will become a lady one day, Crystal. Mrs. Graham is a fine example, don't you think?” She nodded slowly and passively. “I think, while you are still in our care, that the two of you should be good friends. You can learn a lot about being a lady from her.”

The bottle blond looked over at her friend and realized that everything she wanted to be, Kimmi already was! She was beautiful, a true lady; obedient, respectful of men and their superiority. Wait, their superiority? That didn't sound right. Her rebellious line of thinking ended when Kimmi leaned over and kissed her hard on the mouth. Crystal kissed her back harder and they began to explore each others bodies. She found that Kimmi's touch to her breasts was especially exciting. Little did she know her brain had been rewired for that specific purpose.

“Girls...” Both looked back up at him and immediately ceased their erotic embraces. “...we will have a long night ahead of us, but beforehand, I think I deserve your gratitude towards my hard work.” He took off his belt and slowly zipped down his pants.

Crystal paused. A voice in her mind fought against the docile nature she was taking on. He actually expected her to suck his cock right now! She tried to find the words to say no, but she could not put them together in sentences. It was becoming harder and harder to think at all...

Seeing her new friend's hesitation, Kimmi put a French manicured hand on the girl's left breast. “Sweetie, it's okay, I do it all the time for him.” She kissed Crystal again. “We are sisters, and as your sister I have to tell you that a lady pleasures her man at his command. A lady should never deny his needs.” Mrs. Graham looked up at her Master. “He is my husband; he works really hard every day. The least I can do is obey.” The blond took Crystal's hand in her own and held it tightly.

Crystal squeezed back. Her new friend made perfect sense really. A lady should pleasure her man. Dr. Graham obviously worked very hard. When a man commands me, I need to focus and not worry about anything else. She smiled. There was no need to think about this any further.

Kimmi leaned over and hugged her tightly. She turned back to her husband and pointed at his rock hard cock. Both girls giggled. Dreamily, like she had done it hundreds of times before, Kimmi leaned forward and took it in her mouth, slowly running her lips up and down it over and over. After a minute or two, she pulled away and touched Crystal's neck, urging her on. Crystal smiled at her friend and began to suck Dr. Graham's cock quickly. She ran her manicured fingers over his balls and stroked it between sucks. The Chattelbots took turns stroking and sucking, stopping occasionally to kiss each other. Finally, Crystal rubbed his balls while Kimmi sucked harder and harder until she was swallowing her Master's cum like a good girl.

Before she knew it, hot water was hitting Crystal in the face from a shower head above her. How had she gotten here? She looked in a sweaty, full sized, mirror to her right. Her makeup was gone and so were her shoes. Leaning down, the blond airhead touched her pedicured toenails (when did I get those done?) and lazily stared at them, trying to figure out why there was this nagging feeling in her mind that something was greatly wrong.

“Duh, silly,” Kimmi began as she joined her in the communal shower. For the first time Crystal noticed a girl, another nurse, at the other end passively washing herself. Mrs. Graham put her hand on her blond friend's arm, “we don't wear our heels in the shower. They'd get broken! You're so dumb.” Crystal giggled, it was an absurd thought she supposed. Why would a lady wear high heels in the shower?

Kimmi called to the other girl, whose name was Luciana. She instructed the Italian redhead, who had equally massive breasts, to come over to them. Luciana obediently walked over, picked up a bottle of bath gel, put some on her hands, and began to rub down both Chattelbots. Crystal relaxed as her breasts, arms, and legs were massaged by the girl in front of her. Suddenly, both Kimmi and Luciana were knelling in front of her, taking turns performing oral sex on her. Lazily, she leaned back and sighed contently as two roving tongues fucked her. Her mind had almost completely drifted into a trance like state when she screamed in orgasmic pleasure as it rippled through her body.

Kimmi and Luciana grabbed her as she fell forward, dragging the Chattelbot to another room where she was dried and then placed on a table which had a large black tube that Mrs. Graham closed on her. Crystal tried to get her bearings but was too deeply enthralled by orgasmic delights of her reprogramming. Outside of the tube, she could faintly hear Kimmi speaking to a man. The man complemented her for a good job. A good job licking my pussy? Crystal froze in place like a statue, due to the man outside her brainwashing tube implementing her remote control, and ceased her concerns.

Neon lights began blinking rapidly as classical music pumped into the tube. Quickly her mind was brought to a stop as new instructions were programmed into her mind. A dildo slid down from above and began methodically pumping into her. Ten minutes or so into the processing a visor dropped down from the top of the tube to begin displaying images to her. Her voice, recorded by her during a trance three days before, told the girl she was going to spend the rest of her life serving. Crystal would be a man's wife, slave, and mother of his children.

The next thing Crystal knew, she was in a large bedroom sitting in front of a mirror. The room was beautifully decorated with paintings and vases of flowers everywhere. The minimal lighting added to the ambient setting. This would be perfect for a romantic evening, the Chattelbot thought, sighing contently. All of the earlier concerns were completely forgotten after the most recent session having her mind adjusted for her future owner.

Her body was adorned with a beautiful gold evening gown with an a-line skirt at the bottom and black pumps. Her hair had been done up above her head with a few strands of curly bleached blond hair hanging downwards. Looking in the mirror again she noticed large gold hoop earrings hung from her ears and a beautiful diamond necklace dropped down into her augmented cleavage in the deep v neckline.

Her acrylic fingernails touched the necklace and she sighed contently. The beautiful blond Chattelbot was so glad her boss had paid for her to get breast implants. She smiled; he deserved some serious repayment when she got home. In the back of Crystal's increasingly slowed down mind, however, something still nagged at her. A voice said that this was wrong. Why did her breast augmentation require a trip to Europe? How did she arrive, with no memory, in this room wearing a full evening gown? The growing haze her brainwashing brewed in her mind made critically analyzing the situation very difficult for her. Still, something felt wrong. Girls shouldn't have to think a lot, they are made for pleasure. They should let men do their thinking for them. If only a man was here to think for her!

The bimbo's rather jagged thought process was interrupted by Luciana opening the hotel room door and entering quietly. The busty redhead was wearing a French maid uniform, black pumps, and a necklace with her name written in beautifully cursive writing.

Sighing, Luciana spoke. “I am here, as instructed, to finish preparing you for the evening.” She turned slightly and touched Crystal's shoulder, adjusting the placement of her gown.

Crystal slid away in the chair. “How did I get here? I was with you...” She paused, fidgeting, as the memory of her time with Mrs. Graham and Luciana replayed in her mind. “...and then I found myself in this chair, all dressed up, with you coming into the room. What the fuck happened to me? Why are you in a maid uniform?”

Luciana stared at Crystal briefly and then smiled brightly at her new friend. “You've been instructed to have a dinner date.” Instructed? The way the Italian maid spoke so matter of factly sent a chill up Crystal's spine. Something was definitely wrong...

Luciana moved a hand upwards to fix a few strands of Crystal's hair. The blond swatted it away and slapped her hard across the face. As fast as the high heels and constrictive gown she wore allowed her, she ran across the room towards the door. At the door she stopped, trying to concentrate but having a hard time focusing on the task at hand. While her breast augmentation was being completed, they, who ever they was, had done something to her. Fight it!

Before Crystal could turn the knob and leave the room, the door opened and she found the man, Andre, she had been staying with during her visit. Immediately, her mind clouded even more as she tried to step back. The combination of her sky high heels and the gown made this very difficult.

The blond began to say something, but Andre cut her off, a very sexualized European accent wrapped around his words. “My dear, I see you are ready for our night out. Good girl.”

Hearing that phrase made Crystal sigh contently. Quickly, her troubles passed out of her mind's eye and were forgotten. She took his outstretched hand and walked over the bed, sitting down next to him. Andre stared at her sternly for a moment and then shrugged softly. “Crystal, dear, why were you trying to leave before our date?”

The blond shuddered as he took her hand into his own and placed them on his lap. Fighting the programmed instinctive drive to begin rubbing his bulge, she batted her eyelashes and slid backwards. “How did I get here, Sir?” At this point, her mind did not question how she addressed the man.

Andre smiled and patted her hands. Watching her blush, he paused to make sure the cover story was in order. “Well, my dear, you had an afternoon of beauty and then came here to get ready for our date. You wanted to have a full makeover to go with your new breasts. It's important to look your best, isn't it sweetie? Don't you remember, my little angel?”

The phrase my little angel triggered new memories for Crystal. Now she could remember but, still, something more bothered her. “But why is Luciana in a maid uniform, Sir? Where is Mrs. Graham, Sir?” The Chattelbot asked for her friend Kimmi without the ability to identify her as anything other than Mrs. Graham.

Andre grinned, remembering the pleasure he received from the Italian maid a few evenings before while waiting for Crystal's processing to be completed. “Luciana is training to become a domestic maid, isn't that obvious? She wants to look her best to potential employers so she dresses in a rather feminine manner. That is important, correct?” He paused to watch Crystal squint slightly as the preprogrammed subliminal replayed in her mind. She nodded slowly, smiled, and gave his hands a squeeze.

Andre stood up, pulling at his suit jacket and looking downward to the short Chattelbot still sitting on the bed. “A beautiful young lady like you shouldn't have to be bothered with such concerns.” He put his hand gently on her chin, pleased as she sighed contently. “So, that brought us to our date tonight. Do you remember now, my little angel?”

Crystal did remember! “I do remember now, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” She smiled up at him, very happy such a nice man had chosen her for his date. The blond stood up as he pulled her upward and fell into his arms.

Crystal wrapped her arms around him momentarily. Pulling away she looked up and, on her tippy toes, reached to kiss Andre. Her future owner returned the kiss. After admiring the girl for a moment, he turned and pointed to the door. Smiling, Crystal wrapped her arms into Andre's and began walking towards the door and into the hallway for their date.