Rebooting in heels

“The next thing I knew was a doll. Dumb. Horny, petite. On my hands and knees. Ass up, back arched, pussy clenching around my former cock, breasts pressing down into the desk. I was a fucking sex ****. Horny and happy my pussy was stuffed with thick hot man meat… that was over a month ago,” she explained to her fellow Gynoid, the former manager of domestic and international sales Dan Kellford. The doll kneeling obediently beside Kat who was now named Bambi nodded. Kat was certain that somewhere in there was the male psyche of Dan but there was no sign of it now. The two waited on their knees. Both in a perpetual state of submissively obedient arousal. They were dolls after all.

“Most of of us don’t remember who we were. The new me let me remember. Left me trapped me in this vat grown, genetically engineered fuckpet, struggling to retain my identity. But he didn’t stop there. He started to do the exact same thing to other powerful, rich and influential people!” Kat said. Bambi nodded vacuously.

“Yes… will we get fucked soon?” Bambi asked needfully.

“Yes Bambi. Soon. It’s getting close to the end of the day…” Kat didn’t even bother looking up from her knees, her eyes fixed on the floor, as if the floor held the answers she was looking for. The weight of her loss was heavy on her shoulders, her mind continually racing through the moments that had led to this, the memories of her past life now a distant echo.

A passerby couldn’t help but stare, the curve of her back, the way her new body begged for attention. It was a cruel twist of fate, one that she had unwittingly bestowed upon herself. The once powerful CEO was now one of her products, a plaything, a living sex doll for the entertainment of the very people she had once looked down upon. The irony was not lost on her.

Bambi giggled vacuously, a sound that sent a shiver down Kat’s spine. It was a stark contrast to the sharp wit and sarcasm that had been Dan’s trademark. Now, all that was left was this mindless, obedient creature. A creature that craved nothing more than the pleasure of her new owners.

Kat vowed that she would never end up like her.

No one knew who Kat was, except John and now her ex wife Kyra knew… and she visited often. The knowledge had hit Kat like a sledgehammer to the chest.

There was something spiteful in the smug smirk on her ex’s face as she sailed into the room, drink in hand. It told Kat everything. The cold, calculating bitch approached the kneeling figure of what used to be her husband, a high-powered businessman, her eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction.

"Good evening, my dear," Kyra cooed, her voice dripping with sweetness that didn't quite mask the sneer beneath. "Ready to serve?"

Kat looked up, her eyes glazed with lust, a stark contrast to the sharpness they once held. She nodded eagerly, her body and conditioning keeping her in a perpetual state of arousal. For Kyra it was the ultimate power play, seeing a once-dominant figure turned into a submissive sex toy.

Her ex-wife leaned down, the fabric of her elegant dress brushing against the kneeling woman's skin, sending a wave of excitement through her body. "Good girl," she murmured. Kat’s eyes never left her ex's face. It was clear that she was now fully under her control, her will completely overridden by her new body despite how she struggled.

The ex-wife took a step back, her smile widening as she surveyed Bambi, John’s new acquisition. “Is that Dan, womanising, chauvinist high rolling Dan? You look sooo… fuckable dear,” Kyra said.

Bambi nodded.