Processing

Amber laid on the conveyor, paralyzed. She could only see above her, there was a faint pink light. Suddenly, the conveyor stopped, and a large monitor came down from above, and lit up. It started playing an old 1950s song, and a male narrator spoke over an intro.

"You might be wondering why you're here. The answer is that you're a woman. And, you're not acting like the kind of woman a man wants. In fact, you're so far off the mark that a real man doesn't want to put up with you." The male narrator said as if reading of a script from the cold-war era.

Amber's mind raced, she had no idea what was going on.

The narrator continued, "You are going to be put into a very special machine that will take you and transform you into a better woman. One that is more compliant and obedient. Your thoughts are going to be changed, as will your body! There's no better way to fix a relationship than becoming the woman that your man wants!"

The video showed images of an unimpressive woman crying, then immediately flashed to showing the same woman transformed into a sexy bombshell, walking out the doors of the same clinic she had entered, and the man who had complained about her before, waiting for her outside and holding her tight and kissing her. The 1950s music continued and the male narrator winked at the camera.

"You will no longer have any free will of your own, and will follow the commands and instructions given to you by men, as a proper woman should. Thank you for choosing 'Save A Relationship' Clinic!" The monitor abruptly shut off, and the conveyor started moving again. Amber wanted to scream.

As she was taken through a tunnel, a robotic voice boomed from speakers overhead.

"Initializing processing. Please hold still. Scanning begins."

Amber could feel the heat of the lights over her body, and they seemed to stop on different parts of her, as if examining her. She heard mechanical sounds coming from the walls, and she was terrified.

"Breast size inadequate, administering breast enlargement solution."

"NO!" Amber screamed in her head. A giant needle came down from the ceiling, and pierced the top of her breasts. She winced in pain. The needle retracted and a pink liquid flowed out from a tube. Amber could feel the fluid entering her body, and could sense a heat growing in her chest. It felt good, but painful at the same time.

"Current breast size: 34B, Expected breast size: 36D."

The needle retracted and a bright light flashed in Amber's eyes. She could barely look, but she could see her body was changing, her breasts were growing bigger and fuller.

"Ass size inadequate, administering buttock enhancement solution."

"Please, no," Amber tried to plea, but it was useless, she couldn't move or scream, she was helpless. She couldn't see the needle coming as it came from the side this time, and penetrated her left buttock. The pink fluid was released, and she could feel it flowing into her, her cheeks expanded and grew.

"Current Ass size: 34 inches, Expected Ass size: 45 inches."

She couldn't see it growing, but she could feel as if she was being pushed up slightly, her ass had grown exponentially.

"Hair color inadequate, administering hair dye."

"I don't want my hair dyed!" Amber tried to scream, but her voice was silent.

This time, a mechanical arm came from the wall, and a hose extended. It went straight down and sucked onto the top of her head. It was the strangest feeling, the liquid was warm and flowed directly to her scalp. Amber could only imagine what horrid color it was going to be.

"Current Hair Color: Brown, Expected Hair Color: Blonde."

She felt her roots grow, and the color changed, from a deep brown to a bright blonde. It was a slow and gradual change, and it tickled as the dye worked its way through.

After that was done the machinery stopped for a second, and some sort of horizontal scanner ran across her eyes.

"Evaluating mental faculties...
Calculating IQ...
Calculating IQ...
Estimated IQ: 137, Adjusting IQ to setting 'Ditzy Housewife', 83"

"Administering IQ reduction treatment."

This time, there was a hose with a soft tip that came to the right side of her ear. It pressed in, and she felt a weird feeling flow through her. Her ear canal started to fill with a viscous gooey liquid. It was a strange sensation, and she couldn't shake her head to get it out, as the liquid pumped into her skull, and what she could still imagine was her brain.

Then she felt it, it was like brain-freeze, but a warm sensation, she tried as hard as she could to think of how to describe the sensation, but she could feel her thoughts becoming less complex, and her inner monologue vocabulary shrinking. The liquid in her brain kept flowing, and she giggled. It felt funny.

This time, there was a hose with a soft tip that came to the right side of her ear. It pressed in, and she felt a weird feeling flow through her. Her ear canal started to fill with a viscous gooey liquid. It was a strange sensation, and she couldn't shake her head to get it out, as the liquid pumped into her skull, and what she could still imagine was her brain.

Then she felt it, it was like brainfreeze, but a warm sensation, she tried as hard as she could to think of how to describe the sensation, but she could feel her thoughts becoming less complex, and her inner monologue vocabulary shrinking. The liquid in her brain kept flowing, and she giggled. It felt funny.

"Estimated IQ: 94. Adding more solution."

The tube pumped more liquid, and she started to forget stuff like her ambitions and goals, she needed someone to think for her. Some drool escaped her mouth, and some of the liquid falling out the other side of her head.

"Estimated IQ: 83, IQ is within parameters."

The machine stopped. Amber lay there with a dumb look.

"Subject is ready for programming. Estimated time 2 hours."