The sound of a public bus rumbling across the street had always sort of been annoying to Tina, and as it turned out it's no less prominent or grating when you're riding inside of it. Makes her grateful that she doesn't have to go out of state, her destination within reasonable travel distance from her home city. In one of the solo seats near the back she leans against the window and contemplates things. Her parents had been on her for a few months now, annoyed but not outright disapproving of her life style. Out of high school she'd stayed living with them. Supportiveness for their daughter quickly turned to pushiness, insisting she got a job and supported herself, then to desperation as they asked her every day or two to at least contribute to the household in some way if she wasn't going to move out.
Somebody getting up from the row ahead of her briefly shakes her out of it. They head to the front of the bus and she makes a mental note that her wait has gone down from three stops left to two. Of course, her parents didn't consider going out and getting paid by older men for sexual relations to be 'income', she reminds herself as she zones back out. What kind of dystopia are we living in where it's not respectabe to make a living off your sugar daddies? Well, they were happy to hear when their insistence got through to her and she decided to 'go support the family'. What she didn't tell them was that she's doing it out of spite, and she definitely didn't tell them HOW she's going to be 'supporting' them.
It's getting pretty dark out Tina realizes at the next stop. Hopefully they really do operate at all hours like their website said. Publisax... What a dumb name for a company. Rolling her eyes, she blows a bubble in her gum. The gum was just about the only thing she brought besides her ID and a few bucks for bus fare. Wouldn't be needing anything else.
Twenty minutes later they finally arrive at her stop, and she, just for a moment, hesitates to get off the bus. But her resolve doesn't waver for long, and her shapely legs carry her through the aisle and out of the accursed vehicle. Hearing it zoom off without her is... Well, it's still annoying because it's the same sound, but it's a relief that it rapidly decreases in volume. She's not sure what time it is- no watch, no phone- but it's as dark out as it can get unless there's no moon in the sky. Yet the Publisax headquarters has lights on in various windows all throughout the complex. There's several buildings in many different sizes, some with very little to no insight on their contents, but they all have the company name/logo on them with lighting from within. Well, no doubt she's in the right place then.
The doors are unlocked and slide open when they sense her motion, letting her strut up to the lobby's reception desk. A cute redheaded boy is currently manning it, and she wouldn't mind biting off a piece of him if she has time. Before she can break the ice however he speaks up, not even looking away from his computer right away.
Princess Kay Peach - Today at 3:00 AM
"Hello, and welcome to Publisax Surgical Processing!" He types something short before turning to her and smiling, as receptionists are typically expected do. "I'm Oswald, is there something I can help you with ma'am?" Oswald is just about one of the least sexiest names she's ever heard.
"Yes, I'm here to..." Hmm, what's the best word for it... "volunteer?" Tina leans on the counter, deliberately flashing her cleavage to him. She sees him look, making no attempt to hide it, but he doesn't particularly react.
"Of course! Not to sound presumptuous, but looking at you that would have been my guess. Not that I'm allowed to guess any more. Thus why I asked!" He slides back his chair and retrieves several sheets of paper and a clip board from a filing cabinet. "Did you fill out an online form, miss?"
"I did. Tina Robrim?" She stands back up. She can only guess that he means he saw her figure and assumed she's some sort of slut, which... Well, he's not entirely wrong, she guesses. Still, she can use that. "What do you mean by that by the way? Wouldn't happen to be an attempt at a compliment would it?"
It almost looks like he holds back an eye roll at her question. "Nope, just an observation. I don't bother flirting with the product, if I want some I can just wait for training or shipping. A lot easier that way." Well humph. Fine. He slides the papers her way across the counter and clicks through a few things on his computer to find her profile in their system. "Ah, perfect. You won't be needing this one then." He takes back the sheet dealing with identification and medical history, leaving her with one less to fill out. "Please take a seat and fill out the forms to the best of your ability. An orientation specialist will be out soon to help and answer any remaining questions you may have."(edited)
Tina swipes the clipboard with the papers indignantly and seats herself on the other side of the room, wiping a pen from the nearby table. She's a lot more than just product, she thinks. Well, at least for now. She hasn't yet signed the legal form that agrees she "gives Publisax Surgical Processing complete legal control over her body, including its treatment and configuration. The volunteer's signature also signifies total forfeit of any individual legal rights as a person, instead registering them as the legal property of Publisax Surgical Processing for all intents and purposes, including legal status as an object. The only legal obligation for Publisax to respect in regards to the volunteer's wills is their stipulations and preferences as filled out on the other sheets that are to be completed and submitted together with this one, except when those requests interfere with Publisax's ability to complete a program or procedure." Aaaand now she's signed it. No big deal, it's what she came her for, right? As she's reading and filling out some personal information, a woman in a nice jacket appears from the solid grey doors opposite the entrance, her heels clacking on the tile as she works her way to Tina.(edited)
"Hello miss, I'm Sammy and I'll be your orientation specialist for the beginning stages of your program here. I see you've already signed the legal form in... all three places, so that's wonderful! Are there any questions about the other forms you had for me?" God she's chipper. Tina quirks an eyebrow and points at something on the sheet she's working on currently.
"Yeah, says here it wants me to divulge whether I would like to undergo an installation program or a shelf product program. Is that really an important distinction to make?" There's also a box to allow Publisax to make the decision for her based on their assessment of her eligibility, but she's made her choice.(edited)
"Mhm! Very important!" Sammy moves a seat so she can be across from Tina and sits down. "While there are many specifics involved which create a myriad of results from either of the umbrella programs, we have seperate branches for handling each as a whole and there are different preliminary procedures depending on which branch will be handling you. Do you have any questions about either program before you decide?" She's clearly done this a lot, as she doesn't bat an eye for a single moment over the concept of what they do to their 'product'. Guess that's why she's a 'specialist'.
"Nah nah, I think I can gather enough on my own, thanks." Sounding particularly dismissive, she clicks her pen and marks the option for...
Tina wants to undergo the:
>Shelf product program.
>Installation program.
... the installation program with no hesitation at all. "Wonderful choice, Tina!" The fake niceness is making her a little sick, but she's not going to complain at getting something when they owe her nothing, what with her already having signed over to be their legal property. Not that she thinks that's legally binding just yet.
"Can I request a specific place to be installed?" Sammy, for the first time, looks like she's not spouting rehearsed dialogue when she hears a question she wasn't expecting.
"I suppose you can. It's unorthodox, but if you put it in the um." Sammy points at a mostly blank spot on one of the forms. "Additional preferences and stipulations section, I'm sure we can swing it! Where would you like, if you don't mind me asking?"
Tina starts writing as she answers the question. "There's a fuck wall a few blocks down from where I grew up, in my home town, and the woman position opened up a few days ago. They don't have plans for a replacement yet, so I want to donate myself." She's rather smug sounding as she scratches in the last of the relevant information she knows on the 'fuck wall'.
"Oh! How... Noble, I suppose! And interesting. Usually we recieve requests to be shipped far away from where volunteers used to live. Different strokes!" Tina doesn't divulge that her father used to frequent the location before the vacancy, and she can't wait for her parents' reaction to discovering that their daughter has filled in for it. "If you don't have any further questions I can go look up the information we have on that installation so we can start forming the specifics of your program?" Tina waves her away and she leaves the room.
Princess Kay Peach - Today at 4:04 AM
After finishing filling everything out she returns the forms to the desk and Oswald takes them to the legal processing department, bringing Sammy back with him with a file in her hands. "Great! Welcome to the preliminary stages of your transition to becoming a sex object!~" She sounds pleased as punch, like legitimately now, no longer forced. "Unless there is an error in processing your files you are now pre-emptively considered to be our property! Please comply with our request while you are still able to function independently, or there may be consequences beyond your control." Alright, now it's unnerving how genuine her happiness sounds while saying some... Rather dark stuff. Tina agrees to keep it in mind and follows Sammy through the grey doors.
There are directions to 'COMMERCIAL', 'PUBLIC', and 'LEGAL' areas, and they follow the line on the wall leading to 'public'. "So your desired location looks very well furnished. They have what we refer to in house as a "full suite", which is semi rare, and can only be filled by high quality products who have gone through very extensive programs!" Tina is only partially paying attention as she follows, so it catches her off guard when there's suddenly a hand on her boob, Sammy digging her fingers into it with no respect for her. "It's very fortunate that you look like the perfect physical candidate for the required program. If you hadn't requested a specific location you probably would have been considered for processing to go to a full suite anyways. It's not like we get volunteers as whorish as you every day.~"
Tina has some mild difficulty holding back her anger at being insulted and fondled, unable to at least protest with a single "Hey!" which makes her new specialist friend laugh at her expense. She's lucky she manages not to slap her hand away.
"I don't think I need to remind you of your status as property now. What did you expect, respect?" Sammy slaps the side of Tina's breast and makes her grunt, eliciting a reflexive slap on the shoulder in return. She doesn't seem to take it too personally, but it definitely looks like she's taking mental note of it to bring it back later when they return to walking, especially with how dark her laugh in response sounds. "I'll say I'm glad you chose the installation program, figure like yours would be wasted becoming a toy, that's for sure. But we don't always get to choose what the incoming meat goes to."
The easiest way to summarize Tina's body would be to say she has an hourglass figure. To say it less simply, her body looks like it was made for her to fuck hard and often. Her ass is wide and plump and her tits are so big they can be seen from behind her. Sammy's definitely noticed, but apparently she isn't currently interested in getting any either. They find their way down the hall to a smaller room resembling a medical examination room. "Strip." Tina is commanded "And then get on the table."
Fine by her, she wouldn't even wear clothes if not for, you know, societal standards and public nudity laws. The clothes come off and Sammy makes no attempt at being subtle while she ogles her client, even biting her lip a little when the bra comes off and Tina's fat nipples are revealed. "Excellent! Beautiful specimen, I must say, we'll be able to charge handsomely for you." Infiltrating personal space again, she hefts one tit in her hand and squeezes with interest. "Firm, firmer than usual, which is a plus. Have you had cosmetic surgery before? Don't bother answering that." She pulls out the medical report she's had printed off and browses it.
"Alright, you are definitely hitting on me at least a little." Tina sounds a lot less pleased than she'd like to be, considering her newfound animosity for what is essentially her handler.
"Oh, absolutely. I'll be seeing you again later down the line for certain." Right, like Oswald said. Employees must get first dibs on product testing. Fun. "No prior surgeries of any kind, hm. Well aren't you just gifted with natural beauty? We'll be sure to take full advantage of that. Now, this is the part where most orientation specialists would just sedate you and send you off, but you got lucky, I'm the nice one who actually bothers telling you a thing or two. If you want to hear it that is."(edited)
Tina starts to speak, but Sammy interrupts her. "Just kidding! I don't have to tell you shit. I'm only nice to the meat that doesn't fight back." She should have seen that coming she supposes. The hand that she forgot was groping her digs its fingers in again while her other tit is fondled suddenly, Sammy grabbing at the nipple and twisting it a little. An angry moan gives her all the satisfaction she needs, and she backs off, retrieving two pills from one of the drawers. "There's more examination to do, but you don't need to be conscious for it, so you're going to sleep. Normally you'd only need one of these but the surgeons don't operate this late, so you can't start until the morning and you need to be unconscious for that too."(edited)
Princess Kay Peach - Today at 5:12 AM
Before Tina can express her disbelief at the fact that she's going to surgery already and demand to know what it's for, Sam's hand is over her mouth and the pills are on her tongue. "Swallow. I miss when we got to do this by shot, but it was bad for chemical imbalance. Ah well." Tina's actually very tempted to NOT swallow, but her defiance is cut short by her nose being pinched, forcing her to ingest the pills if she wants to breathe. When they finally go down she gets rewarded with a condescending "Good girl!" and a cruel smile. While Sammy rifles through some cupboards looking for the equipment she needs to continue, Tina just seethes for a few minutes, but quickly finds out that those pills are rather fast acting and finds herself tiring quickly. Finally she can get on with what she came here for instead of dealing with shitty employees with no gratitude for her selfless volunteering. She passes out soon after.(edited)
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