Toymakers - Part 1

Foreword

This is a long multi-part story I've been working on, inspired by the captions "Liberation through Subjugation" and "Cleaning House" from the amazing alpha transformation author Realfield. An innocuous, eight word sentence from them has spawned an idea that will end up spanning approximately 5000 words. This story involves themes of male and female bimbofication, distinctions between alphas and betas, and a corporate workplace that mass produces a specific kind of employee. Transformations are often implied and some of the sexier parts won't come until later, but if you can push through these first few parts I certainly hope I can make it worth you while. So come...join the Toymakers.

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Toymakers - Part 1

Taking a deep breath, you pushed your way through the revolving door and stepped into the spacious foyer of the building. It was your first day at your new job and you were eager to make a strong first impression because the company certainly made an impression on you. RF Toymakers had a reputation with consistently glowing reviews from employees and ridiculous growth numbers since it had been acquired by Eternals Enterprises. But the real mystique of the company came from the whispers and gossip that the organization was loaded with some of the most attractive women in any business setting.

Those rumors became more of a reality when you had sat down for an interview. The woman asking you questions was the definition of a blonde bombshell. Big doe eyes with long fluttery lashes, plump glossy pink lips, and a body with enough curves to turn a professional looking outfit into a pornographic fantasy. You spent a quarter of your time squirming in your seat trying to suppress an erection; half of it you were trying to maintain eye contact and not stare at the generous globes that threatened to rip her tight blouse in two; and the final fourth you actually managed to splutter out answers to some of her surprisingly simple questions. 

It was clearly some sort of test to assess whether you’d be some sort of sexual deviant in the office, but luckily she seemed satisfied that you’d be a good fit and offered you a job on the spot. You hastily accepted and scanned through some papers she put in front of you, secretly sneaking glances at her amazing rack and smiling face while pretending to be reading the legal forms. As you signed documents, you hoped that this would not be the last time you saw this knockout.

“Can I help you?”

You were started from your daydream by a sweet voice coming from the front desk. As you were about to answer, you did a double take at the sight of who was addressing you. Wavy blonde hair, a doll-like face, that impeccable figure once again squeezed into a white blouse and pencil skirt. It had to be...

“Nicolette? Is that you?” you asked with a wide smile as you recognized the woman. “What are the chances I run into my interviewer on my first day!”

“I’m sorry sweetie, but my name’s Coco,” the blonde replied.

“Oh, my apologies ma’am,” you say with a hint of confusion. You had been virtually certain that this stunner was the same woman who had gotten you this job. Sure, there were some subtle differences, like Coco was actually wearing a bra and her makeup was much less pronounced than Nicolette. But the two were so striking and similar that you almost couldn’t believe that they weren’t the same person.

“No worries dear, it’s a common mistake to get us mixed up, especially for a new employee like yourself,” the secretary said with a cheeky grin. “Let me just contact your tour guide for the first day so we can get you oriented here!”

Coco called someone on her phone while you waited and tasted some of the coffee she offered. You wondered whether she and Nicoletta were twins or something. That thought became even more baffling when you turned towards a sound click-clacking of stiletto high heels against polished floors coming from down the hall.

“Welcome to RF Toymakers! I’m Etta and I’ll be your tour guide for your orientation!” 

Once again your jaw hit the floor as you laid eyes on the newest lady. Etta looked like a younger, more chipper clone of Nicolette and Coco. She was dressed in what you were beginning to believe was a company uniform - dark pencil skirt and white blouse - which she wore almost as well as the big, beautiful smile on her face. More than the others she had a bit of a ditzy, bimboish demeanor about her. Perhaps that distinction was enough to convince you not to further question her similarities to the others...or more likely it was the distracting way as ass shook in that skin-tight skirt as she led you away to view the rest of the office.

You followed Etta through the halls as she chattered away, only paying half-attention thanks to that amazing ass. “If you have any questions, feel free to speak up at any time! I’m just going to give you a quick look at the office and then you get to meet some important people,” she said in a sing-song voice. 

She started in a large open space filled with cubicles. The first thing you noticed was the noise. There seemed to be a buzzing in the air akin to bees around sweet honey. You quickly realized that it was hundreds of high-pitched, breathy voices swirling together in sticky sweet sound. Your second realization was that in this beehive of activity were plenty of honeys. While many of the cubicle walls were high enough to obscure most of their bodies, everywhere you stared you saw the tops of fluffy, immaculately coiffed hairdos which stood out thanks to their bright blond coloring. Nervously you drank some of that delicious coffee you carried out from the foyer.

“This is our call center where most of our sales staff converse with clients and help attract new orders,” Etta explained, stopping briefly to allow you to peek inside one of these boxes and listen in to her conversation.

At this point you shouldn’t have been surprised, but at the desk with a phone in hand was yet another lovely look-alike to the other employees you met. She caught your eye while she took her call, the manicured nails on her free hand working their way up and down the cord. You watched her perfect pink lips move as she cooed at her caller and you desperately strained to hear what this sexpot was talking about.

“...oh yeah baby, would you like to do that for me? You’ve got a big package and special load to deliver? Well why don’t I meet you at your place, take the top off, and confirm the measurements of that tool with my aching, hungry vagi...”

Before you could fully process what she was saying, Etta brushed up against you and gave your bum a playful slap. “Come on, sweetie, still a lot more to see!” she giggled.

Afterword

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