Toymakers - Part 2

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 2

Obediently you kept up with her as she teetered around on her stilettos towards a new destination. She was droning on about employee benefits, finding your new position, and training opportunities while you stole looks at the incredible number of attractive (and strangely similar) female coworkers. In your distracted state you don’t even notice when she stopped suddenly. You bumped up against her and profusely apologized as the bulge in your khakis poked against her pert bottom. In your flustered state you even felt like she pushed back and rubbed up against your rod...but you must have imagined that.

Your tour guide had stopped in front of a nondescript, unlabeled door. It looked like it led to a janitor's closet or a room that wasn’t commonly accessed.  Yet as Etta fiddled with the door and then pushed it open, your mouth opened in surprise at the sight of someone inside. 

“Since we were just talking about personal development, I thought there’d be no better example than Collie here,” Etta said with that unceasing smile on her face. She daintily waved her hands, trying to get the attention of the pretty young employee inside. Collie was in her own little world with a set of large headphones over her silky platinum hair, listening to something with a strange sense of serenity and intensity. Based on her youthful appearance plus the way she was bobbing her head and wiggling her rump in time to some unknown you assumed it was some sort of hip hop, trap, or trance music.

Finally Etta’s frantic flaying caught Collie’s eye. With an excited little squeal she pulled the instrument off her ears and greeted her company.

“Hi Etta! Is that a new member of our family?”

“Indeed it is!” the older woman answered before turning back to you. “Collie came to us through our college internship program. You’d be amazed to see how far she’s come in just a few months. It won’t be long until we have another well-trained, full-time employee who has the opportunity to be promoted from entry-level all the way up the pole to the top!”

“I really want to become a BETA!” Collie said excitedly.

“You’re almost there, sweetie! Just keep listening to your training tapes,” Etta said, waving goodbye. The cute coed nodded excitedly as the other two stepped out of the room, slipping the headphones back on so fast she probably didn’t even hear the loud click as the heavy door was closed again.

As the two of you turned the corner away from Collie’s tiny room, a million questions raced through your mind. Why was she in there? What does she do for the company? Why did she look like a college-aged version of Etta, Nicolette, and so many others? But before you could ask anything, your guide stopped at another station to fill up your coffee. While you gulped down more of that addicting drink, she gave you some more information.

“In case you were wondering, the BETAs are our Business Executive’s Top Assistants,” Etta said helpfully as if it explained the entire situation. “It’s a high honor here at RF Toymakers. In fact, Nicolette’s notes from your interview indicated that you’d be a prime candidate for that position within a year or two.”

“Don’t you mean ‘your notes’ since you and Nicolette are the same person?” you chuckle gently. But the joke seemed to fall as flat as Etta was not; she just stared at you quickly with a blank stare before you mumbled Never mind and focused on drinking your coffee as opposed to continuing the conversation. You still didn’t understand why Collie seemed so excited about what sounded like a glorified secretary role. But you brushed it off, figuring it wasn’t a position that would be important to you right now anyways.

But your joke about the physical similarities of your guide and initial interviewer got you thinking again. There was no way that it was a coincidence that there appeared to be so many near-identical babes bustling about this building. Everywhere you turned there were these attractive tens that could all be twins. What was more disturbing was that the closer you looked, the more you noticed a dull, trance-like look in these dolls eyes. Moreover, they seemed to move around the office with an exaggerated, almost mechanical way as they minced and strutted around looking like walking sex.

Despite all the warning signs, you still didn’t want to believe that something was amiss. Perhaps you didn’t want to make a bad impression on your first day. Or maybe you were secretly enjoying the idea of a career where you’d be surrounded by equally stunning sexpots. You became desperate for some indication of normalcy, some distinction to break the endless pattern of beautiful, busty blondes for as far as your eyes could see. 

As luck would have it, you finally spotted a glitch in the matrix of homogenous hotties across the open cubicle space. She was still clearly gorgeous - even though you just saw her backside you could tell that she had a similar body type to the bevy of bimbos employed by the business. But to your reassurance of your confirmation bias in searching for some distinction, this coworker was clearly a brunette and was wearing a pink minidress as opposed to the traditional office attire than almost all the others were wearing. 

You smiled at her as she began to turn around, but that expression of relief dried up when you got a look at her face. It was like looking in the mirror and seeing the exact shape you knew so intimately - those plump lips, alluring eyes, and perfectly arched eyebrows combined into a smoldering stare shared by all the beauties in this office.

“I see you’ve noticed Nicki,” Etta interjected, her cheerful face only exacerbating your sense of disappointment and disturbance at the production line of fembots in the office. “She is a shining example of our emphasis on diversity and inclusion in this office.”

You start laughing maniacally at the insanity of the statement which causes Etta to giggle along with you. “You know...because she’s transitioning still?”

That statement gave you pause. Was it possible that Nicki was really a trans woman? She looked nearly identical to so many of the other employees in the office. Then again, you wouldn’t put it past Etta to be referring to the fact that Nicki’s tips were dyed blonde, indicating that she was on her way to becoming another stereotypical sex doll among the hundreds in the office. But the questions about gender identity as you consumed more of that delicious coffee made you realize something else.

“Are there other men in the office?”

Etta’s every-present smile widened at your statement. She tapped her nose with a long acrylic nail as if she knew something you didn’t.  “Didn’t you see them? We passed by quite a few on that way here.” Then she paused, as if trying really hard to think, and moved her finger to her pink lips. “But I suppose in the big picture, there’s you...many of the ALPHAs are men...and of course there’s our MASTERs…”

Her whole body shivers as she says that last statement, almost moaning out the word. The finger on her mouth slides down her body, slowly passing through the peaks and valleys of her neck, breasts, and torso before settling in the middle of her pencil skirt. That bright blue nail stands out like a jewel against the dark fabric and Etta seems like she’s trying to set that sapphire as she pushes slightly inward. 

There are a number of warning signs about this situation, but for some reason you are content to enjoy the show as you drain the rest of your coffee. Despite the drink supposedly making you more alert, your only reaction is to dimly ask, “Will I get to meet them?”

Your coworker finally stops rubbing and coos dreamily, “That’s the plan, darling. There are still some stops on our orientation trip, but I believe you are on schedule to meet them.”

For some reason you shiver involuntarily and ask for a refill of your drink.

Afterword

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