Chapters The Service Model Chapter 4
Even after fifteen odd years, all the modifications he had mastered, invented even; Jasper was a tad impressed with himself as he looked on at the two women going at it, Asa leaning her masked head back for even more contact with her assaulter. That was an exceedingly good sign!
It had been a long process, over a month long, possibly one of the most debilitating procedures they had ever conducted, and poor Asa had been under for all of it. Luckily his implant had done most of the work there, as a chemically-induced coma for that long would have been dangerous.
The first week, he had concerned himself with the amputations, the part that would alter her the most and take the longest to heal. First the arms went, a clean bilateral shoulder disarticulation. Soft, ball-like implants went into the empty shoulder joints to round them out and give her defenseless torso a soft, “cutesy” look, even though she would now be limited to shrugs at most. Then Jasper let Andrew take over to patch her up, make sure the eventual scar would be nearly non-existent. Andy was much better at the fine surface work.
Then, the same process was repeated on her legs. Because she was of the Asian sub-type, she had a petite, athletic build, and her body mass index was so low, Jasper noticed that her mammaries and glutes needed a bit of a boost to increase client desirability. But instead of traditional ass implants, their custom hip-socket ball implants would make her butt appear to curve around perfectly, from her lower back to her hip bones in the front. When clients came to Anything, this was the attention to detail they expected, and Jasper was happy to provide, even if he knew she would never be able to stabilize herself upright with no stumps left, this wasn’t important for her future position. Hips were more difficult than shoulders though, and these would be on display often, so Jasper and Andrew were both present for the whole of this operation. Down the line, the minimal scarring left would be eased by creams and salves before she even left the building.
Of course, that left an open question: Would this experiment even be leaving the office? Jasper received his answer two weeks into the conversion, when a primary investor of his, a young executive in New York, gave him a call and asked for an update on new stock and experiments. By the end of the phone call, Jasper had a buyer, and he also had a request. Actually, Jasper nearly ran to the clinic room to keep Sarah from rewriting the limbless woman to a subservient, hypersexual test drone. Unfortunately, they weren’t quite fast enough, and a little bit of the rewrite actually did stick, amplifying past experiences and her senses to change her personality. They couldn’t know just how much had been overwritten and changed, but without a full blanking, it was all permanent, so they left her as she was and hoped it hadn’t made her temperament unsuitable for the buyer.
See, this particular investor had a taste for resistance. He loved it when his ToyGirls knew what had happened to them, and he had a retreat outside the city, upstate overlooking a pasture, where he would spend his weekends enjoying their company. His first purchase, a rather unique doll, had been similarly amputated to Asa, but had artificial limbs from a RealDoll seamlessly grafted at her joints so her frozen, silicone plastic body resembled those expensive companions. Jasper couldn’t recall her given name, it hadn’t been in her file way back then, but took to calling her Samantha. Her face paralyzed and made-up into a begging, playful pout, the girl was probably still locked inside, unable to cover her exposed pussy which constantly dripped in desire whenever anyone stepped in her bright pink doll room. Was that due to a motion-activated hormone pump? Or had that been another order?
Jasper had been only once to this retreat, and he fondly remembered when the young Investor had invited him to visit his old product. He vividly recalled walking in and watching her shake a bit in recognition. As he arranged her limbs in a suggestive and appropriate pose for what he was about to do to her, he checked his phone and synced it with the ToyGirl’s implant. He was only a moment away from inserting his cock into her needy twat when the status report came back. She was healthy, perhaps a bit undernourished, and (surprising to him) she was happy. Overjoyed. Flipping her plastic body over from its lewd, doggy-style position, he saw once again a brunette dollgirl staring blankly at the ceiling.
“Do you remember who I am?” He asked. The doll made the slightest nod, likely taking every ounce of concentration she had left.
“Good, good. Does your Owner treat you well?” A nearly-imperceptible shake of the head.
“Oh dear, does he hurt you?” A shake.
“You mean he neglects you?” A nod.
“That’s a true shame, just look at you! Now… I have a question, and I’d like you to humour me: do you like being this way? Do you enjoy what I did for you?” Several, small but quick nods came in reply.
Jasper’s phone had alerted him to her quite-genuine joy and gratitude and he recalled being oh so surprised she wasn’t lying, but of course that was exactly the reason the Investor had neglected her recently, it made so much sense! The passion he had then shown that doll in exchange for her gratitude had lasted him the better part of two hours, and within a month, Jasper had produced a replacement dollgirl with lasting fear in her heart for the Investor as a trade for his Samantha. It was only later that he realized that anyone starved for company and sexually denied for that long will say yes to anything, and believe it too. Nevertheless, even today she rests at home, on his bed, a soft vibe driving her busty, rigid body mad with desire as her favourite music plays on her headphones to pass the time and saliva drips down from her open, donut lips.
So, needless to say, even besides the kennel full of ToyDogs (male and female, delivered modified but untrained, as per request) they had produced for him and his wife a few years back, Jasper and the Investor had history, and mutual respect. So when he requested a reservation on the new model, Jasper had to oblige, even if a wild subject would make testing the new system a pain in the ass.
So, the operations continued. The second week consisted of a slight (by their standards) breast enlargement by form-stable silicone implant, her tubes were tied to make pregnancy impossible, a temporary gastrointestinal tube had been put into Asa’s abdomen for feeding purposes over the month of changes, and now Jasper increased her dosage of specific hormones and fatty substrates to round out the curves slightly on her muscular frame. He couldn’t put a traditional nasal tube down her throat, because the third and fourth weeks consisted of work to her face. Well, more accurately it was work to remove her face.
This was the most delicate part of the process, but also the place that oddly required the least aesthetic work. First, she was given a clean tracheotomy, and her larynx was permanently paralyzed just in case. Next went her eyes, then her eardrums were pierced and canals filled. Even if this project hadn’t required these details, this was an extreme version of the security measures they had to enforce if the patient was still awake and able to consciously move what was left of her body, like Asa would be able to. Strict, Jasper knew, but after 15 years in this business, he couldn’t be too careful. All it took was a sympathetic caretaker or nurse to help a ToyGirl escape and they had a leak.
Asa was more airtight than most.
Now that she was deaf, blind, and quite mute, Jasper’s fine surgeon continued. He extracted teeth, removed her tongue, most of her nose, and right before finishing up, Andy shoved a sterile, silicone dildo well down her throat so that the balls filled her tiny mouth and then locked her jaw shut with titanium wire. With her brows and lashes plucked and waxed and given a depilatory cream, her sunken lips and eyelids temporarily glued shut, her once-beautiful face was then liberally coated with a special glue that wasn’t so temporary. Finally, a blank white plastic mask designed especially to match her facial contours was placed on top, and pressed into the glue. Within 15 minutes it was permanently attached, and by a day later, the glue, which had been developed for the scales in a mermaid request a few years back, had biologically fused to her skin and muscle underneath, numbing it and permanently relaxing the muscles as well. Her hair, which had remained untouched throughout this process, was cut into a ponytail with bangs that came down over her newly seamless, white visage.
Two weeks after arrival, Asa was finished with operations, and was scheduled to have another couple of weeks to continue to heal her hips, shoulders, and breasts. In this time, Sarah applied depilatory creams to her now-unprotected armpits and pubic area and went over problem spots with a laser system, leaving her permanently smooth and low-maintenance for her new owner. Jasper remembered coming in to see her intermittently in those last couple weeks, sitting there on the edge of her bed marvelling at his and his team’s handiwork, measuring her body for phase two. When the swelling had gone down, he noted her satisfactory hourglass shape, and the lightness of her small torso.
And now that he knew that everything had gone according to plan, and she had woken up without pain, which he was very proud to keep from his patients (while they were in his care, at least), he was relieved. And he would need that peace of mind, as the next week would keep him busy finishing the technical side of this project: the apparatus that Asa would live in for the rest of her life.
