Travis searched on the App Store for that new app a few in the TG
community talked about. It’s basically firmware update, but now done on a
phone. He downloaded the free trial version which gave him one single
update. “Good enough for a try, but which ‘firmware’ to be ‘updated’
like they always say,” he scrolled the reviews as the app installed on
his phone.
“Listen who’s calling back – that chap wanting to
rid my ‘bullshit’ and nasty stuff,” Sean mused on his side of the
cellphone. “Realized how telling people to ‘fuck off’ is nasty
yourself?”
“Nah, listen, we need to reconcile, and I have got
something for you, you know, to recompense. Come to my place at 8
tomorrow night…” Travis had something for him in mind, and it involved
things even worse than just “bullshit”.
Just as Sean stepped in
front of the door, some loud buzz dazed and immobilized him like a fly
dropping down from mid-air. Stiff and unfeeling, his body was when
Travis opened the door, the wood panel bouncing on him. The only
“sensory input”, or something stimulating in the fainted black his mind
was in, was: “Initializing… Target status: Motor functions and
consciousness deactivated. Body torpid. Confirm update?”
Travis
lugged Sean’s body inside, sliding on the floor without being lifted.
Sean budged with the drag around the place, but “without” the pain as
Travis would like to see. His body ended up on the bench, too numb to
protest or anything, and every garment stripped bare except the grey
boxers. The body stiffened and didn’t move one tenth of an inch - All
good for Travis, who wouldn’t want to see Sean’s bare chest struggling
and him yelling at how the update could “disfigure” him. All good.
“Confirm Update? Yes…”
“Installing firmware update: Step One:
Body proportions…” The first thing to morph was this, as the skeleton
under his muscle crashed in on many places, the muscles stuck on it
following, so the whole body was now closer to Travis wanted than what
it was a few moments ago. Like a sexy bum should be, even though the
skin stayed coarse and muscles bulky – the shoulders and belly were
wrapped tightly, as if with a thick blanket. Not much else Travis could
notice clearly?
“Installing firmware update: Step Two: Body
texture…” Clearly it meant the muscles withering away, especially on the
limbs, ending up with puffy fat under the skin everywhere. The contours
of the body looked much better then – slimmer and slimmer until only
curves remained on the intersex hulk of a body. 2 steps in, and a long
way had been gone by the body in becoming something Travis dreamed of,
something straight out of his ideals. A stout woman, with all the
sexiness it could have. And it was just starting…
“Installing
firmware update: Step Three: Skin…” Now it was the skin, but a lot of
aesthetic changes were in place. It looked like only the body hair
pulled in and the pores closed up. The curves were even more perfect
with the new skin, complete refined. At least the lightly tanned tone
was still there, better fitting his new identity – who was it then?
Travis speculated without saying it aloud.
“Installing firmware
update: Step Four: Upper body features…” What was that, a feature? What a
feature! A pair of full F-cups getting ready for lactate, pumped up and
filled with sweet milk, from almost nothing after the chest hair
cleaned itself almost magically. They were perfectly shaped and rounded,
with a little pair of pinkish nipples touching on the mounds. Big
enough for Travis, who thought of ways of rubbing his face on the bunch
and plugging the buds for, maybe for a few moans.
“Installing
firmware update: Step Five: Lower body features...” Finally, the best
and the deeply wanted part. The member, rather gorgeous for gay people
as it was, retracted inside the groin like a tortoise’s head, leaving no
trace of itself. The foreskin moistened as it stretched out and pulled
around the growing slit, wet enough for a few rounds of inserting his
own member as Travis imagined. The useless balls now dissolved around
the sign of her new sex, leaving the light pubic hair behind. If only
she had been conscious and moaned a bit…
“Installing firmware
update: Step Six: Hair...” The brief, curly hair ironed itself into a
mix of golden and glossy black, streaming behind and below the sofa’s
leather. It was just some quick kind of change to signify her new self?
Unkempt, but maybe she would find a mirror and comb it when she was back
awake. Travis would just let her do that.
“Installing firmware
update: Step Seven: Face…” Awkwardly, every organ and mark on her face,
with all the deep contours of her old self, were wiped away until it was
blank as a smooth egg. In the place of hawkish and deep eyes and steep,
iron lips, only soft and congealed skin were left to cover what she
would never need. She would never need those anymore, to save Travis the
troubles of gagging and blindfolding her. Who cared about her eating
and drinking? The “update” would take care of it. But Travis got what
was needed, a lovely shape of her chins and a mildly peaked nose around
light, smooth ridges.
“Installing firmware update: Step Eight:
Voice… Error: Lips not detected…” Even so, the Adam’s apple rolled
inside the throat, leaving only straightness there. No more voices of
struggle for her – those would only dampen Travis’s fun.
“Installing
firmware update: Step Nine: Personality and Mannerisms…” The body was
just a body, without. Travis hoped this body would have a docile mind on
his whim, and most likely, after all those transformations she would be
a subjugated sex slave of his. He couldn’t stop thinking of all those
“dresses and outfit” he would provide to her, just to reveal her
“natural” sexiness. Or all the ways she would be restrained or sprayed
on. Being without a mouth meant no blowjobs, but Travis had much better
ways to pleasure himself in mind… She hadn’t regained her mind though,
and it would be a while before that…
“Installing firmware update:
Step Ten: Memories… Installing firmware update: Step Eleven: Clothing
and Accessories… Abort? Yes…” Travis had something else in mind other
than what would be assigned. A white lingerie to fit her new
bleeding-inducing cleavage and thighs, and maybe cuffs to show who she
belonged. They were ready on the lap!
“Enabling consciousness and
moto functions… Update complete.” she was still there, almost
motionless – almost, because her head rolled to the other side. No
struggles – perfect. Travis had exacted Sean’s identity from who used to
be him, as a punishment for being full of “bullshit” and “nasty”. He
gained this perfected goddess of a sex slave as a by-product and his own
reward – now what? The girl slowly left the pouch, crawling to the lap
with some extrasensory consciousness of her covering’s place, and
lightly “dressed” herself as Travis wished. Seeing without eyes? Knowing
his and her place, she bowed in front of the new master, evermore…
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Saturday, October 21, 2017
Eliminating Competition
You should know the disappearance of the CEO of ReInspire months ago,
who missed an important press conference presenting a novel therapy in
everyone’s rumors. Not many know how exactly it works, but that is far
less important than his whereabouts now. As you can guess, I am writing
to blow the whistle, and the secret is barely believable, even when I
recalled the whole affair.
To be sincere, I am employed by one of the large pharmaceutical companies- “Big Pharma” if you will- as one of the more senior members, though no longer when this comes out. This allows me to gain some access to the top management without being a member, and often some deals and decisions done under the table. The affair of ReInspire’s CEO (please name him in the coverage) is one of the darker ones.
Apologies for the long introduction. In one of the late audiences with my higher-up just before the CEO’s disappearance, he was aghast at how the new therapy would strongly undercut our sales on its conventional counterpart, and at how new start-up are changing the order of business landscapes. Now, he noted, even the sectors dominated by “Big” businesses are being slowly eroded. That was of course relevant to our company as a financial successful business, even when most of its fortunes are built on exploiting patients (and we know it without changing that). While slightly infuriated, he was mentally prepared for what he planned next.
Before discussing serious matters, he mentioned to me that he was seeking some spicing in his private life, since his girlfriends (He is supposed to be married, but has been flirting around) were all too dull by this point. This was the opposite of his public image as a professional and what I had in my mind, yet I did not question for him to continue. Now, after condemning the new start-up, he was directing some attacks onto its CEO- the one not found- and remarked “he is no good except for being an underling”. This seems innocent at first, but as he explained some depraved plan emerged. He concluded, “maybe our more novel therapy can be tested on him.”
Days later, after the CEO’s absence, I was summoned to one of the most remote laboratories to witness. What I threw behind my mind as a farce became real: behind the one-way glass, someone recognizable was bonded and tied to the chair, eyes covered and mouth gagged. Though with them obscuring a good part of his face, he was no one other than the missing one the public was wanting. Through some illegal way or another, my superior had his first step into dangerous territory. “As you see, this is not some kind of farce you believed. The plan is real, and he will certainly be what he should have been.”
Under his instruction laboratorians pinched him with a needle plugged into some liquid which I assumed to be the “novel therapy” he mentioned. I might be a bystander, but still this was morally objectionable and I had an urge to remove him from this. But I didn’t, my superior was there and I might be the next subject if I failed. As soon as the injection started, maybe from the irresistible pain, he was struggling more desperately, but then, the more he tried, his figure was more reduced. Most visible were a pair of protrusions forming on the chest and the hair extending behind the back, but not far below the shoulder, becoming blonde in color. It was not long before she fell stiff, likely from anesthetic working at the end of the process. By then, I knew he was gone.
“The main thing to do then is to train her as my new underling. I have hired some, I would say, professionals from Eastern Europe who should take care of her well.” This was too terrible to be true, I genuinely hoped, but the day just before myself writing this, there was a demented opportunity to observe the newly trained sex slave. She was obedient to every command he gave, as far as the wicked mind of the new master conceived, and performed all sexual positions to please her master.
I need to purge
my mind for writing this, even though without this, the heinous deeds
of my superior will never see the light. I have already submitted my
resignation and planned to leave the industry as far as possible,
possibly moving out of the US. For you, I beg to publicize this in the
coverage and investigate into all things related, and I should provide
you all that I know, even when a good part of this may be barely real-
not even I am sure of it.
All art used here are under fair use.
To be sincere, I am employed by one of the large pharmaceutical companies- “Big Pharma” if you will- as one of the more senior members, though no longer when this comes out. This allows me to gain some access to the top management without being a member, and often some deals and decisions done under the table. The affair of ReInspire’s CEO (please name him in the coverage) is one of the darker ones.
Apologies for the long introduction. In one of the late audiences with my higher-up just before the CEO’s disappearance, he was aghast at how the new therapy would strongly undercut our sales on its conventional counterpart, and at how new start-up are changing the order of business landscapes. Now, he noted, even the sectors dominated by “Big” businesses are being slowly eroded. That was of course relevant to our company as a financial successful business, even when most of its fortunes are built on exploiting patients (and we know it without changing that). While slightly infuriated, he was mentally prepared for what he planned next.
Before discussing serious matters, he mentioned to me that he was seeking some spicing in his private life, since his girlfriends (He is supposed to be married, but has been flirting around) were all too dull by this point. This was the opposite of his public image as a professional and what I had in my mind, yet I did not question for him to continue. Now, after condemning the new start-up, he was directing some attacks onto its CEO- the one not found- and remarked “he is no good except for being an underling”. This seems innocent at first, but as he explained some depraved plan emerged. He concluded, “maybe our more novel therapy can be tested on him.”
Days later, after the CEO’s absence, I was summoned to one of the most remote laboratories to witness. What I threw behind my mind as a farce became real: behind the one-way glass, someone recognizable was bonded and tied to the chair, eyes covered and mouth gagged. Though with them obscuring a good part of his face, he was no one other than the missing one the public was wanting. Through some illegal way or another, my superior had his first step into dangerous territory. “As you see, this is not some kind of farce you believed. The plan is real, and he will certainly be what he should have been.”
Under his instruction laboratorians pinched him with a needle plugged into some liquid which I assumed to be the “novel therapy” he mentioned. I might be a bystander, but still this was morally objectionable and I had an urge to remove him from this. But I didn’t, my superior was there and I might be the next subject if I failed. As soon as the injection started, maybe from the irresistible pain, he was struggling more desperately, but then, the more he tried, his figure was more reduced. Most visible were a pair of protrusions forming on the chest and the hair extending behind the back, but not far below the shoulder, becoming blonde in color. It was not long before she fell stiff, likely from anesthetic working at the end of the process. By then, I knew he was gone.
“The main thing to do then is to train her as my new underling. I have hired some, I would say, professionals from Eastern Europe who should take care of her well.” This was too terrible to be true, I genuinely hoped, but the day just before myself writing this, there was a demented opportunity to observe the newly trained sex slave. She was obedient to every command he gave, as far as the wicked mind of the new master conceived, and performed all sexual positions to please her master.
All art used here are under fair use.
Friday, June 23, 2017
The Bimbofying Effect
A limousine pulled up outside of a dark and desolate alley in the
vibrant night life of the city. Opening the door was a dark silhouette
which blended into the crowd, such that, if someone looked from the top
of a block here, no matter how good he could be at recognising faces, he
could only see a shadow. You could not know who he was, even when you
faced him, and as far as you could describe, the description was either
contradictory or non-existent.
At a window overlooking the street I observed the movement of the silhouette through the camera of a fly-sized drone, and no matter how hard I had tried, I couldn’t pin down his or her face. Such silhouette was witnessed to be associated with a few disappearances in which he (let me stick with that) pulled someone into the alley or any covered space, and the victims disappeared, only for the limousine to be driven away later without the silhouette returning. There was no pattern of the victims, except that they were all male. They ranged from small children to seniors, and were of all races and social status. In fact, the more cases we had, the more the pattern resembled the general demographic make-up of America- so, almost no pattern at all. Even picking people at random would show some sharp patterns after many attempts.
One thing was sure: the alley was optimal for the next case and about 70% of the cases occurred this side of the city.
Now that the silhouette was out, looking for his next victim. As I focused back onto the screen, the silhouette has already pulled another white male of about 35 years of age, wearing a pair of broad glasses and of the “geek” type. With inhuman strength he dragged the new victim in the opposite direction of the crowd’s movement, all while attracting little attention. But no matter how hard he tried, they did bump into some people and then they didn’t apologise, hurrying again.
It was by those bumps the crowd realised that another kidnapping was happening and dispersed quickly. Some guys of bravado moved to follow the two, but upon arriving to the alley they vaporised into thin air, and there was no one inside. Some of the trackers entered the alley, and after some time they left in frustration. I could guess that they could found nothing but garbage and graffiti, and there was no sign of them even leaving- something I confirmed by flying the drone inside and observed the alley.
Without any clue of their whereabouts it was logical to park my drone on one of the mirrors of the limousine, so that I could look inside when the car was driven away. It was always the case for the limousine to be driven away as I said, but we had no clue of the driver. There was no one on the seats as far as I could see, which was more confusing: the limousine was driven away usually without anyone observed entering, in witness’ accounts, camera footage and photos. Some waiting would help.
It really helped when a young woman manifested on the back seat in a sudden. The woman, not older than 30, had short, curly blue hair- very unusual unless for dyeing, while her hair looked natural- and wore only a simple white dress, seemed to be put on in a hurry. The most visible part of her was her breasts, unnaturally big, seemingly enlarged by surgery or other means.
We was not able to be sure of the woman’s identity, since there was no social security registration with an identical face, nor from any database we had. By manifesting, I could have meant from a comic, or from someone’s imagination.
As for the disappeared geek, there was no sign of him, as if he had faded away from this world, while the woman appeared to replace him in this world. This was wild speculation, however, and as far as he was lost, this case couldn’t be closed.
As soon as the woman appeared the limousine started moving, and literally no one was driving: the driver’s seat was unoccupied, but the steering wheel was being controlled by some invisible hand. The limousine wasn’t self-driving, either.
At last, the limousine got moving. Its destination must had some clues for our investigation, or even for breaking the case.
You could know the limousine’s moving by judging the scenery around. When the scenery stopped moving in the camera, the limousine was actually parked. If it was not the case the sun would not rise tomorrow. So after some time, I knew when the limousine parked in a sudden, they had arrived at their destination.
The door was jerked open without anyone visible outside, and the woman was pulled out forcefully. I flew the drone up to keep track of her, and that revealed a crucial location: she entered a club with a large Neon sign named “Bimbo”. It had to be the place, I said to myself. From the web, “bimbo” describes a woman attractive but stupid, and the woman on the car at least matched the attractive one. Whatever was done inside should be key to the investigation.
I reported all of my observations to my superordinates, and though confused as ever, they agreed to send agents to shut down the club and investigate. No matter what really happened, normal or abnormal, it will clear up any questions everyone have, and for me, I finally could take a break from this complication of the mystery.
I'm writing this story from a news I've seen a few weeks ago about the club "Bimbo". the news coverage went as far as until the cops and FBI locked the club up for investigation, and then there's nothing else that the news has covered except for the cops' announcement.
They claimed that there was abduction of young girls and illegal activities going on inside and the club has been closed, but that statement was too brief to answer my questions. Somehow, the kidnapping of males has never quite been explained, and on the Web there was already some doubts of a possible cover-up. Here is what some forum investigators have unraveled:
-The kidnapper (I think he is the silhouette) has taken the males and the girls into the club
-The males are for services and the girls are for sex
-The cops and FBI denied the relevance of male disappearances to the club since they have some connections with the club
This will be some kind of serious scandal, but I have instead come up with my own theories which I had put down into prose. I haven't give out my conclusions but that would be easy for you to guess. No one really knows what exactly happened inside, not the cops, not the forum members, not me. But what happened doesn't matter, since everyone twists the truth into their perceptions and interpretations.
I know all of you want to go on reading, but I've hit my block and put the best of my knowledge in it, so it's up to you to imagine what really happened.
At a window overlooking the street I observed the movement of the silhouette through the camera of a fly-sized drone, and no matter how hard I had tried, I couldn’t pin down his or her face. Such silhouette was witnessed to be associated with a few disappearances in which he (let me stick with that) pulled someone into the alley or any covered space, and the victims disappeared, only for the limousine to be driven away later without the silhouette returning. There was no pattern of the victims, except that they were all male. They ranged from small children to seniors, and were of all races and social status. In fact, the more cases we had, the more the pattern resembled the general demographic make-up of America- so, almost no pattern at all. Even picking people at random would show some sharp patterns after many attempts.
One thing was sure: the alley was optimal for the next case and about 70% of the cases occurred this side of the city.
Now that the silhouette was out, looking for his next victim. As I focused back onto the screen, the silhouette has already pulled another white male of about 35 years of age, wearing a pair of broad glasses and of the “geek” type. With inhuman strength he dragged the new victim in the opposite direction of the crowd’s movement, all while attracting little attention. But no matter how hard he tried, they did bump into some people and then they didn’t apologise, hurrying again.
It was by those bumps the crowd realised that another kidnapping was happening and dispersed quickly. Some guys of bravado moved to follow the two, but upon arriving to the alley they vaporised into thin air, and there was no one inside. Some of the trackers entered the alley, and after some time they left in frustration. I could guess that they could found nothing but garbage and graffiti, and there was no sign of them even leaving- something I confirmed by flying the drone inside and observed the alley.
Without any clue of their whereabouts it was logical to park my drone on one of the mirrors of the limousine, so that I could look inside when the car was driven away. It was always the case for the limousine to be driven away as I said, but we had no clue of the driver. There was no one on the seats as far as I could see, which was more confusing: the limousine was driven away usually without anyone observed entering, in witness’ accounts, camera footage and photos. Some waiting would help.
It really helped when a young woman manifested on the back seat in a sudden. The woman, not older than 30, had short, curly blue hair- very unusual unless for dyeing, while her hair looked natural- and wore only a simple white dress, seemed to be put on in a hurry. The most visible part of her was her breasts, unnaturally big, seemingly enlarged by surgery or other means.
We was not able to be sure of the woman’s identity, since there was no social security registration with an identical face, nor from any database we had. By manifesting, I could have meant from a comic, or from someone’s imagination.
As for the disappeared geek, there was no sign of him, as if he had faded away from this world, while the woman appeared to replace him in this world. This was wild speculation, however, and as far as he was lost, this case couldn’t be closed.
As soon as the woman appeared the limousine started moving, and literally no one was driving: the driver’s seat was unoccupied, but the steering wheel was being controlled by some invisible hand. The limousine wasn’t self-driving, either.
At last, the limousine got moving. Its destination must had some clues for our investigation, or even for breaking the case.
You could know the limousine’s moving by judging the scenery around. When the scenery stopped moving in the camera, the limousine was actually parked. If it was not the case the sun would not rise tomorrow. So after some time, I knew when the limousine parked in a sudden, they had arrived at their destination.
The door was jerked open without anyone visible outside, and the woman was pulled out forcefully. I flew the drone up to keep track of her, and that revealed a crucial location: she entered a club with a large Neon sign named “Bimbo”. It had to be the place, I said to myself. From the web, “bimbo” describes a woman attractive but stupid, and the woman on the car at least matched the attractive one. Whatever was done inside should be key to the investigation.
I reported all of my observations to my superordinates, and though confused as ever, they agreed to send agents to shut down the club and investigate. No matter what really happened, normal or abnormal, it will clear up any questions everyone have, and for me, I finally could take a break from this complication of the mystery.
I'm writing this story from a news I've seen a few weeks ago about the club "Bimbo". the news coverage went as far as until the cops and FBI locked the club up for investigation, and then there's nothing else that the news has covered except for the cops' announcement.
They claimed that there was abduction of young girls and illegal activities going on inside and the club has been closed, but that statement was too brief to answer my questions. Somehow, the kidnapping of males has never quite been explained, and on the Web there was already some doubts of a possible cover-up. Here is what some forum investigators have unraveled:
-The kidnapper (I think he is the silhouette) has taken the males and the girls into the club
-The males are for services and the girls are for sex
-The cops and FBI denied the relevance of male disappearances to the club since they have some connections with the club
This will be some kind of serious scandal, but I have instead come up with my own theories which I had put down into prose. I haven't give out my conclusions but that would be easy for you to guess. No one really knows what exactly happened inside, not the cops, not the forum members, not me. But what happened doesn't matter, since everyone twists the truth into their perceptions and interpretations.
I know all of you want to go on reading, but I've hit my block and put the best of my knowledge in it, so it's up to you to imagine what really happened.
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