Not just another day at work

My name is Katie. I see myself as quite average and generally fall under the radar of most that meet me. More often than not people forget my name after a week and at times I've had bosses come up and wonder who I am at all. I've gotten used to it though as my current job has just a one-person shift. Thankfully the context of the job means a high rate of pay but the "work" is so incredibly boring that I usually just browse the internet on my phone and that's perfectly ok in their book.

What I do is monitor a fully automated repair facility for sex toys. It's not glamorous and I usually make up some boring job title when I have to bring it up to friends. Usually something like 'Recreational Repair serviceman' or something equally as boring and inconspicuous. My parents think I'm some sort of engineer and my best friend thinks I work as a receptionist for a factory.

Every day I come into work and relieve the person who was on the shift before me. No... not like that... I just exchange greetings, check the log, verify any issues if any and then they clock out. I have my special comfy chair there which is every nerd's wet dream when it comes to relaxing out of bed. It has 2 cup holders, heated seat, vibrating back massager, Multi-tilt functionality, 3-USB charging slots, and my favorite: an arm that swings around and holds a device in front of you. This plus a huge blanket means I get paid to watch movies on my phone snug as a bug in a rug.

Now, of course, if something happened I would be up and fully capable of either resolving it or calling in a tech to fix it while I record it. It's not a complete snooze fest as the second function of a machine aside from working is to break as soon as I get the most comfortable. Here lately it's been the damned doll loader that gets snagged on stuff and I have to touch the disgusting things and load them properly.

You see, here we repair many things sold by our parent company. Each gets processed individually with precautions taken for special orders. We repair minor things like a vibrator that won't vibrate anymore or a broken pair of leather cuffs all the way up to Real Sex Dolls and the occasional Fuckmaster 2000. Rich boys honestly don't hold back on those things... Just the other day a Real Sex Doll came in with missing arms and legs and the head was shaved. The poor thing obviously mistreated but their warranty covers it all and so it's loaded into our facility so that we can repair it and send it back to them.

Tonight wasn't exactly uneventful as twice now I had to get up to unclog a machine that was repairing some ona-holes and once for a machine that fixed some rather interestingly shaped dildos. I had a sticky note from the boss that said towards the end of my shift they had scheduled 2 Fuckmaster 2000's and that I should be out there to monitor their progress. I hated those things, but they paid a stupid amount of money not just for them, but for this service. Things went smoothly and the timer I had set went off so I made my way out to monitor them personally as directed.

The first one to come through looked pretty bad. You see, they are designed to look like a female but tied down to a device. This one was designed to apparently look like someone's big titted goth girlfriend who was bent over a bench with hands and feet tied. This was filthy and looked like a few tears from heavy use. The report mentioned 0 working interior so that it would have to be gutted and replaced. Things went smoothly as the hook came down and dragged the doll into place.

She was first separated from the holding device and sent through a scrubbing machine to repair any superfluous things. Her hair was cleaned up and outer rips were seamlessly repaired. She has a service cut along the back that opens for the interior machinery. Her plump frame was lowered down to a table where mechanical arms came out to open her up. Without a moment's hesitation her back opened up and out poured a massive amount of fluid. It was a mix of several unknown things but it's clear it wasn't supposed to be in there. One by one each piece was put back in and quickly tested.

I must admit it was strange watching her slowly become functioning again. Her arms moved clearly in a way that would jack someone off. Her mouth opened and closed and eyes blinked as well. Her whole body soon started to move as if reeling in from being thrust into. Her face matched like she was borderline orgasming and her toes even curled. When she was done being fixed and cleaned up it honestly was difficult to see her as something inhuman. She was as realistic as anything I had seen before and I've been in this job for a few years now.

She was wrapped up and sealed in a box to be shipped back and all I had to do was mark off that things went uneventfully, which they did. Next was an even more interesting specimen. Apparently the inner workings of this one were still functioning perfectly they basically wanted an inside and out level of cleaning and it soon became obvious just to why. That poor thing had her head shaved, she was marked on with all sorts of foul words and what very clearly looked like a brand. Now the brand looked extremely familiar to me. Not just as an employee here, but I swear I had seen it somewhere else before.

The machine processed it a bit before finally pulling up the woman from the container. As she was being brought over to be cleaned up however something in the machines came apart and it sent her falling hard into the floor. FUCK! This is just what my night needed. I looked around and it looked simple. A belt had come off and so the timing of the machines was off. Now, I was supposed to hit the off switch first so I could repair and reset things, but it was late and this repair looked stupidly simple. I just grabbed a wrench and replaced the belt. I made sure it was tight this time and it was then that I realized my screw up.

The machine went to pick up what it had dropped but in doing so snagged the loose hoodie that I had to be comfortable. Instinctually I screamed and pleaded, but I was the only one there for the next 2 hours. I pulled and tugged on me until it finally lifted me off the floor and moved me to the cleaning room. I fought and pulled hoping for another piece to come loose, but no luck. The big doors opened and closed behind me. Not going to lie, I actually peed myself thinking about how much trouble I was actually in.

Arms came out and began to tear and cut my clothes with little effort. They soon were torn to shreds and caught in the incinerator just a few feet below me. I watched as my phone and other things on me all fell down which only added to my desperation and fear of my immediate future. It was at least warm as things quieted down. The metal arms showing no compassion since they didn't know it was human flesh they were holding. I could hear a liquid being primed in the walls as the spigots opened up I made sure to close my eyes and hold my breath.

The liquid came out at an incredibly hot temperature. I wiggled in pain to which 2 more arms came and held my feet still so I was now spread out fully. My skin singed as the chemicals peeled away any dead skin and blemishes. Every ounce of hair on my body fell off and fell into the incinerator below. By now tears were flowing down my face, but at least I knew the process was soon over and I can get another chance to escape. What happened next however caught me off guard. How could I forget how intricate the repair process was?!

A contraption came from the top as the rest of the room winded down. It moved over my head and completely blinded me from what little light there even was in this box. I could feel small pokes on my head along with much more hurtful pokes along my face including where my eyebrows were, my lips, and around my eyes and cheeks. Something was pushed into my mouth which was nice to have something to bite down a bit on from all this pain. My body had already begun to shut down and roll into shock. Minutes seemed like hours as it didn't stop for a moment. I grew very tired as it went on before finally releasing and retracting into the ceiling. More arms came out for the finalizing details of my head where I saw in the metallic reflection that I had just undergone getting some makeup tattooed on me along with a new head of silky red hair.

It was pulled back and tugged my head a bit. This caused me to wake up a bit more, but I still really felt like I needed a nap. I was sniffling from crying and I still wanted to but lacked the energy to fight anymore. Finally, the wonderful sound of the doors to the cleaning room was opened and I was pulled back out towards a table where I was laid down rather gently. My body was scanned and more machines came to life. Barely able to even keep my eyes open I didn't so much as move a muscle as they came above me and aimed at my chest. I had seen this part before myself. Apparently, my chest wasn't as big as the chosen model so that was about to be resolved. I felt the hot rubbery material start spraying on my chest and I whimpered feeling it tighten to my skin. More and more were pumped onto me as my small B cups grew larger and larger. The weight on my chest was easy several times more than before but they finally stopped.

The printer for clothes had also just finished. I was once again raised up into the air as multiple arms came to life and began dressing me in the outfit needed for this order. First a cute pair of pink lace panties, then some knee-high socks. A matching bra which I would assume would be extremely difficult to find in this size was fitted tightly around my new chest size. A small plaid skirt was raised up and put in place along with a cheerleader's shirt pulled over my head. By now I would be finishing up the paperwork and not paying any attention so it's no surprise I had completely forgotten about the last step. A small arm came and opened my mouth so it could pull my tongue out fully. A small red light appeared next to it and instantly I was woken with pain as it began engraving the order barcode and details back onto my tongue where it thought had simply gone missing.

I was pulled back with tears streaming down my face completely unable to talk. This particular Fuckmaster 2000 ordered required the doll to be face down / ass up while locked into a box. The box only covered my head so from the neck down to my ankles were the only parts exposed. The new box awaited for me as it lowered me in. First, it clasped around my ankles and at that moment the service door had opened. Out came my replacement! She was here early! I begged and pleaded for her help but I was unable to make even a peep louder than the machines due to my predicament. She was looking away from me just as the arm **** my head down towards the lock for the box. It was too late. I felt the clasp and the machines came to a stop. My fate now solely in her hands if only she could see something was wrong. I could hear her come closer and pick up the papers I had dropped earlier.

"Hmm, Katie? Are you here?!" Surely she would notice. Surely she would see the doll on the floor and think something must be weird. Clearly I overestimated her perception ability.

"I didn't think we could go home early... Oh well. I don't mind covering just this once, but she owes me!"

I could feel the shipping box close around me and I could feel the movement as I was pushed towards the exporting bay. I gave my last tears in hopes I could get out of this before things got any worse. Tomorrow was the day the truck came as well, so I tried to give myself as much hope as possible just in case.