The Girl Factory

Note: [Artificial Voice Dialogue] -Thought bubble stand in- “Spoken dialogue”
(All Characters are Legal Adults.)

You wake up with a headache. It’s dark, and you feel something covering your eyes.

You try to reach for it, but you can’t; your arms are bound to the bed. Except it’s not a bed, you realize, as your mind begins to fully recognize what’s happening. It’s some sort of metal slab; it’s too cold to be anything else. Suddenly, the thing you’re on begins to move, and with the movement of air this causes, your fears are confirmed: you’re naked.
Naked, blindfolded, and bound to a metal slab that is now moving.

You begin to panic, when you hear a voice. It’s soft; feminine, but clearly robotic, like if Hal 9000 were voiced by a woman.

[Subject Consciousness Detected. Error, Subject Distress Detected. Beginning Pacification Protocol 1.]

As you begin to panic over what that might mean, you wince, as your eyes are assaulted by Bright lights shining into them, as the Blindfold is removed. You blink, as your vision clears. You look around, and find yourself in what looks like a Factory of some kind, one of several men shackled to a conveyor belt that seems to be moving you toward a strange contraption; some sort of metal rectangle with buttons, levers, and blinking lights all over it attached to the wall.

You only have a moment to register what you see before you enter The Device. Once inside, the door closes behind you, and the metal slab is lifted and rotated, causing you to be bound to the wall instead of the floor. It’s uncomfortable.

You try to say something but you can’t; your jaw won’t open. You feel pressure on the top of your head when you try, so you assume that whoever or whatever put you here must have wrapped your head in something to stop your jaw from moving, maybe some form of Belt?

[Subject Appears to be Attempting Communication. Processing… Denied.]

You begin to struggle against your binds, to no effect. You can’t talk, but you can yell and grunt. So you do.

[Error. Subject Remains Distressed. Processing… Administering Sedative.]

-What! NONONONONOoooooooooh, that feels nice.-

[Subject Distress Level has Decreased to Manageable Levels. Beginning the Procedure.]

-Oh; I wonder what’s going to happen?-

[Feminization Process Initiated. Beginning Depilation.]

-Wait, Femin-

Your thoughts are interrupted by a surge of liquid flowing from the ceiling, directly onto you. A moment later, you watch as a grate opens on the floor, and the fluid drains into it, along with all your hair.

[Depilation Complete. Beginning Mammary Stimulation.]

You aren’t given any time to think before both nipples are pierced by needles, which inject a Pink Fluid, while hands begin massaging your chest. Your chest started to feel warm, but doesn’t hurt. In fact, aside from the mild prick from the injection, it actually feels quite nice. Even slightly arousing, as the robotic thumbs play with your increasingly sensitive nipples.

A moment passes in silence, as you notice your chest begin swelling.

[Serum Success Confirmed. Inserting Pelvic Restructuring Device.]

You are returned to a Horizontal Position, and for the first time since arriving, you feel your shackles loosen. However, it is only long enough for you to be turned onto your stomach. You realize what’s about to happen when you feel two artificial hands spread your ass cheeks, and something gets squirted into your crack, as a finger begins massaging the cream into your hole. A moment later, you feel the shear Girth as the Buttplug is shoved into your anus. It doesn’t hurt, so you assume whatever lube they used numbed the area.

With the combined effect of the heat in your chest from your developing breasts, and your currently plugged butt, you find yourself breathing heavily.

[Device Inserted. Beginning Genital Remodeling. Notice: Subject is Advised to, Quote: Prepare to get the last trace of Masculinity Fucked Out of you. End Quote.]

Without any time to process its words, you’re flipped onto your back, as your genitals are sprayed by a can of ‘Clayflesh’, before a large Dildo extends from the wall, and forces itself inside of you.

Time becomes meaningless. Thought becomes Impossible. All you know is Pleasure, as your Penis is inside your Pelvis when the larger Silicone Simulacrum enters your newly created Hole. Repeatedly. As you Climax, your mouth binding is removed as a canister extends from the ceiling and sprays inside your open mouth, coating your tongue and throat in a Chrome substance.

[Genital Remodeling Complete. Pelvis Restructuring Complete. Removing Devices. Vocalization Alteration Primed. Awaiting Subject Consciousness.]

A Few Minutes later, you regain consciousness, basking in the afterglow of your first female orgasm.

-Wow. That was Amazing! Ah, the mental fog is gone; that must have worn off! Oh, what is that weird taste in my mouth!? I don’t remember…Never mind, Not important right now! I’m still in that thing, and…

[Detecting Subject Awakening. Beginning Appearance Customization. Notice: Subject is asked to choose a Colour.]

“Colour?” You say, reflexively, and are surprised to find yourself finally able to talk, though with some difficulty, as if something were stuck in your throat.

[Processing…Confirmed. Subject is Required to State a Colour.]