How To - Staff Satisfaction/I Suck Ch. 03

Something had caught her eye though. She'd been watching an employee at the bar for a while now. The woman had beautiful red hair, but a much bigger frame than all the others. Her thighs and hips and legs where huge, strong looking things and perfectly shaped, feminine and powerful, with a thin but toned back and torso. But that's not what caught her eye. Poking out above the thong the woman was wearing was a curly little tail, like a pigs. That wasn't all, she also seemed to have trotters for feet and her hands had only two large fingers and a thumb, again with a brownish hooven look to them.

She was the most obviously augmented person in the room save for Trish herself and likely the first high level Trish had ever seen. She was drinking a clear liquid with her back to her, even without seeing her front she recognised the obviousness of her body. She simply had to meet her! Making a effortless excuse to the passive aggressive woman who was in the middle of her 'I would never do that to my body' comment, she brushed passed the poor bitch and marched up to her only equal. steadying herself and thinking of something to say, she cleared her throat and...

"Miss Blow-up?"

Damn it. A short and thin woman in a black dress suit grabbed her arm, just 10 or so metres from her destination. She'd clearly seen what was going down by the way she looked between the two and intervened before they could meet.

"You'll get to talk to the rest of the staff soon. But first, I want to to survey the rest of the site. I need to give you a tour of the house finalise a few small details. I'm Jen Chang, the manager of this property.

What followed was another much less interesting tour, showing fire exits and different safety codes. Mrs Chang was clearly ticking boxes off a list as the bored Trish to death with endless safety tips and warnings. The final stage was a quick interview in a standard looking office, again a huge contrast to the fancy chic building. This is not a woman of excitement, Trish pondered, noting her business-like approach to the who situation. No lust or seeming motive, just a bureaucratic will to make money. She could respect that, weirdly enough.

"Obviously this had to be addressed before tonight started, sign here to accept the terms and I'll let you go."

A pen was exchanged and Trish again signed a contract, this time after reading it. A procedures document, no risk. She was shown out the door and watched as the lady with the stick up her ass left the building, got in to a car and left. She was bewildered that someone with such a straight lace lifestyle could work in a place like this.

"Don't mind her. She's lovely, but you've got to show her your worth and impress her. Hi, I'm Sophie..."

It was her! The pig woman from the bar. Trish finally got to see her face to face and was shocked by what he saw. The woman had beautiful green eyes and the shape of her face looked practically sculpted, it was so perfect. But the rest of her features... Her ears where two large, floppy things that sat high up on the sides of her head, covered partly by her hair. She had two extra pairs of breasts underneath her presumably original pair, each at lead DD in size and perfectly shaped. The most prominent feature was her nose, A pig's snout. Surprisingly not as repulsive as Trish had imagined before meeting, it too seemed to fit her face very well.

She Smiled ear to ear, looking so happy to meet Trish. It dawned on her that they were kindred spirits, who heavily transformed individuals. Perhaps is was as shocking to Sophie as it was to Trish herself, to see another of their kind. She put out her hand, taking Sophie in a business-like handshake and Introduced herself. "Trish. And damn pleased to meet you!"

Sophie's 'trotter', Trish guessed, was surprisingly soft on the inside and palm. What looked like hard Cloven hooves where actually moisturised, delicate feeling things. It was strange, but as much as Trish was eyeing up with odd woman, she too was being assessed. "Your skins so.. smooth. And way glossier than I first expected!"

She was beaming a smile, so positive and happy. Sophie seemed delighted at Trish, even feeling her 'glossy' body. "It's almost like it's oiled!"

Trish took her hand back. Her huge mouth and eyes weren't really capable of much expression beyond sultry lust, but her body language must have tipped Sophie off to being too forward. She made eye contact and looked apologetic "I just really appreciate the handiwork. They made me a pig as an experiment and switched my job at the last minute, you're a fully-fledged product of inspired design!"

Trish wasn't amused, but appreciated the woman was just excited. She was odd, the way she walked and talked told Trish she was extremely proud of her transformation and new-found niche sexualization. But she was alarmingly forward. It wasn't off-putting per-say, just notable. Still, no need for hostility at the moment "Experiment?"

"Yeah. long story short, I wasn't supposed to be living it up here - more of living down in the sty. Jen saved me from that fate and now I work for her. I have a massive salary and work in adult entertainment and management now!"

Management? This pig-woman helped run this place? It was impressive, Trish hadn't considered any options beyond sex and humiliation. She decided to get to know this person better and invited her to tea. Trish of course didn't eat or drink traditional foodstuffs anymore, she managed to slip away and masturbate in to a travel mug that she drank at the table while she sat and watched Sophie eat a surprisingly dainty salad.

The two chatted about their experiences. It seemed Sophie was far less sexed than Trish, instead being a dancer, escort, a server and occasional hooker. But what she lacked in Trish's sheer appeal she made up for in business management. She'd impressed her bosses early by scheduling a rota for the club staff and went on to be more of an asset on paper than in people's beds. Trish sipped her salty drink and became more and more impressed with this woman as time went on.

"... I even work for employee rights now, it's a pet peeve of mine when we serve outside our contracts. It happens all the time! Although..." She grinned a little "I do not argue with the contracts. If you sign it, you do it. That's how we get such wonderful designs here. But once you're here, no funny business. The girls or futas or whatever should be treated within the bounds of their agreement."

She was passionate. Trish sort of loved it about her. She was showing signs of being incredibly loyal to the company and Trish could tell, she loved the weird and wacky things going on here. She really liked this person. Unfortunately, Sophie had work to do 'in the back yard' - sounding like a euphemism, to what Trish could only guess - and Trish's job was finally starting within the next hour. She needed to go into the back and get briefed on what she would actually be doing!

"It's been great meeting you Sophie. I'd like to keep in touch - maybe you could manage me?"

Sophie looked so flattered, so happy at that comment. An enthusiastic nod followed, with a final big handshake and surprise hug. They exchanged numbers and Sophie promised to draw up a managerial contract for after the current job. She practically skipped away. It was adorable really, and yet the curves on the woman really gave Trish the horn. Management or no, she was going to make sure to keep in touch with this one.

Eventually, an extremely short topless woman came to guide Trish to her work area. She didn't talk much, but when she did say something it was in a comically shrill voice. She took Trish's hand and lead her to an area behind a curtain that lead out to the stage. She still didn't really know her role, but she was getting used to the nature of the beast - the shock it gave her was part of the act.

Here, it became apparent she'd be putting on a public show. A dance maybe? Or a sex party? She could only guess. She did feel very self-conscious when her hands and ankles where fitted with loose chains. She was told briefly that they were 'for support', but the ones on her hands lead to the rafters, while her feet lead under the stage. She felt like a human puppet.

It took a further 45 or so minutes for the curtains to rise, sudden enough to make her jump. She'd spent the time chatting to various performers, nerves hidden behind a facade of casual chit chat. But suddenly, with a hot spotlight in her face and the chatter of the crowd, she began to sweat even more than usual. Her mouth popped open in surprise, allowing a puddle of drool to splatter on to the floor. A slight laugh could be heard.

"Ladies and gentlemen, say hello to this week's big attraction in a way you've never seen her before - The Human Blow-up doll!"

A ringing voice sounded out. Cheering and applause could be heard, although not seen. Trish's vision was practically none existent from the light in her eyes. There was music pumping through the club and through her peripheral vision she could see other stages being performed on. Slowly, the chains on her extremities started to reel in. Was she to be lifted up?

As they began to get taut, several strippers came on to stage beside her. She seductively moved, caressing Trish's body occasionally and taking what looked like dollar bills thrown on to the stage. Trish's arms where being pulled up and out while her legs where being pinned to the floor, leaving her in an 'X' shape. She couldn't do much, she could barely even hear her shocked whimpers over the club music. A whirring could be heard and as she looked up, a vast vat came in to view above her, with several tubes dangling down from it. The strippers slightly pulled down Trish's Panties, naughtily enticing the crowd and kissing at her ass. Trish wasn't sure whether she should grin and bear it or struggle, either way wasn't going to help her much.

This went on for a good 20 minutes before any significant progress was made. For a while, Trish began to think it was all she'd be doing for the night, being a display piece. But they soon became much more risqué and unleashing her cock, the women began playing with her large rubbery phallus. They spent some time rubbing it, hands only, before one began to grind heavily against her member. All the while, at least one of the ladies would be playing with her exposed butthole, lapping at it almost continuously. The crowd seemed to love it and Trish was beginning to buck her hips, hoping for release. They were expertly teasing her though and would back off when she got close. Eventually and obviously modified woman propped herself in front of Trish, caressing her body and fingering herself with extreme enthusiasm. The surrounding performers roughly tugged at Trish's cock and balls, whispering sexually explicit phrases in to her ears and encouraging her to let go on to the slut before her. She couldn't resist nor had the will to try and eventually popped her load, soaking the woman in her sticky juices. The others let go immediately, strutting over to the cum receptacle and engaging her in cum play. Trish hung there, exhausted, watching the odd display. No longer centre of attention and not sure if she ever was - what a curious thought.

The seduction of the crowd continued for what seemed like hours. Trish hung there, spread out and with nothing to do. Occasionally she'd get the odd glance from a dancer and would hear a audience member heckle her. Otherwise, the simple fact was she wasn't doing anything! Funnily enough even in her state she actually got annoyed when she thought her time was being wasted and could feel the anger bubbling up inside her. A one-use prop? She's contracted here for several days! She was fairly sure the show started at 7ish and wouldn't be surprised if it was coming up to 11pm without so much as a spotlight.

The bar was shutting down. Patrons where leaving, while the girls where collecting money and even cleaning the stage. outrageous! Strangely enough, a second set of women had just entered the staff room. Trish thought they were presumably night staff, security and the like. But when one of them came over a few moments later, it became clear an afterhours showing was starting. Not in the least due to the annoying chatterbox that decided to talk at Trish "... Yeah, we usually run two shows. The one you've just been in and the one we do!" The air head had been talking for five minutes straight now about her job - Trish was still stretched out and getting more and more annoyed by the second. "We do more risky shows and charge more, but the results are far better! Ooh I can't wait to get started!"

She squealed, a really high-pitched kind of girly squeal. She was so excited about the act and had a captive audience. Some of the other girls where clearly watching and laughing, knowing Trish was clearly running out of patience. They even cat called over, telling her new 'friend' to leave her alone. She gave Trish a big overly affectionate hug, before leaving - without even giving her name. "Damn..."

About 20 minutes passed by, and the curtains closed. With the music shut off, Trish could again hear conversation filling the room. Customers again, it seemed. A pair of employees in jumpsuits had clumsily ducked under the curtain as it came down and was inspecting the strange vat and machines around Trish. The three of them bounced some banter around and Trish let them touch her huge breasts (they seemed curious), before they decided to address the mysterious show. "tha's for you, yakno?" They were gesturing to the vat. "Filled wi'a substance that'll set like jelly once it's out the tank, it'll dissolve when we add our secondary agent to tha' mix. Fun stuff."

They were almost Impartial. only there to do their job. They also annoyingly gave no greater details than that. It's full of liquid jelly. Was she going to get soaked with it? She could imagine herself on stage, getting it dumped all over her already oily skin. The dancers probably had an act based round it. Not too bad, in the Grande scheme of things.

A whirring lowered two tubes further down, until the one in front of her was at head height. Just then, A person from the wardrobe department ran over and slipped a leather collared device around her head, forcing a plugged pipe between her gigantic doll lips. It pinned her mouth open!

"sorry, no time to chit chat, we're a bit behind schedule."

They were very rushed and a bit flustered, getting the two jumpsuit employees to give each other a grin. They were trying not to laugh, while Trish was still shocked at how quickly she'd gone from un-gagged to gagged! "Well nah', better getcha hooked up."

The jumpsuits Disappeared, seemingly going up to the large tank while the rushing woman trotted behind her holding another hose. Wrapping something around her waist, she fumbled awkwardly with Trish's skirt before...

"GLUUURKKKK!!"

Trish made a strange throaty noise in to the tube as a large device was shoved in to her asshole! Her cock twitched a bit as it filled her out. Similarly, a tube was screwed on to the gag on her face, connecting her to the huge vat above. She hadn't a clue what was going on, but a sinking feeling was bubbling up inside her, knowing how stretchy her rubber body was. Without another word, the fussy lady ran off, mumbling about preparation. standing alone once again, she could only hear the audience rumbling louder and louder. It sounded like the stage had a presenter on it, cracking jokes and keeping them entertained for now. In her head, Trish new it was only filler until her event. She was the star after all, that much was always clear.

Speaking of filler, after what seemed like an uncomfortable few moments wait where Trish could only shuffle on the spot, she heard a valve turn from above. A few camera men had been propped themselves up around her, with a busty woman she didn't recognise talking in to them. She seemed like a presenter of sorts and before long she figured out she was the subject of some sort of a documentary. Smug, nasally commentary drolled out of the woman who had barely even looked at Trish, with obnoxious snippets making her seem more and more detached.

"The subject volunteers for all sorts of procedures, not out of need, but enjoyment..."

Trish wasn't enjoying being whisked around and never knew what was going on in advance, that was a lie!

"... the spectacle is all they live for, happy to know they're centre of attention due to their bizarre new looks..."

Bullshit! She was just.. working with what she'd been given. Nothing more or less. It was purely circumstantial! eventually, the infuriating woman was ushered further away, with a stagehand agreeing to do an interview of her 'personal insight in to the performers minds'. Trish wondered why she had to move farther away since the cameras where still rolling. That's when she saw what was coming down the pipe. A thick sludge, slowly trickling towards her face. It wasn't moving fast, seemingly with a treacle like composure, but looking up the pipe it wasn't coming in small doses either. Before she could react, she felt a wet pressure reach her asshole.

As she winced and shook a little, she could see the excitement in the interviewer's eyes. A confused sense of arousal washed through her body as she finally felt the liquid pass her lips, slowly filling her mouth. It was a creamy flavour, with a slightly sweet taste and sticky texture. Before long, it was almost filling her mouth. She swallowed of course and noted that the next mouthful came much quicker than the last. Her asshole was faring similarly, beginning to fill up at quite a pace. In fact, it was beginning to really force it's way down Trish's bulging throat.

Trish knew she had no choice but to try to keep up with the flow and tried to relax herself, aware of the commotion around her. Entertained 'Hoo-hah's' came from the crowd behind the curtain as another act did their thing. The people backstage watched Trish with curiosity as well, while getting on with their work. Before long, Trish felt something strange - She could feel her inner thighs rubbing together. She couldn't look down thanks to the apparatus on her face, but her whole body in fact felt bigger, heavier. As she shuffled in place, she could feel her already huge bottom sway with much more jiggle than before. Then, suddenly, she heard a load rip.

Her top fell to the floor. It had popped off! Growing more concerned, it seemed her body was bloating out, making way for the barrage of fluid entering. She could feel herself swelling, but not just in one area - her whole body! There was absolutely nothing she could do. A few popping sounds rang out as her tights gave way, along with what was left of her shirt and panties. She was nude and could still feel herself getting larger.

The chains holding her in place went slightly slack and began to let her lower to the floor. She found herself on her knees, before they pulled her arms outwards preventing her from removing the tubing. Her massive tits touched the floor, but along with them her belly also seemed to brush it too. She was still having the bizarre concoction forced in to her and before long, she felt her legs being forced out behind her as her thighs inflated too. There wasn't any pain, not really any discomfort either, just a bloated feeling of immobility.

Before long, she stopped being able to move her elbows at all. Only her hands and feet seemed to have any dexterity left, and she frantically waved them about. She seemed to be rising higher off the ground too, slowly, similar to being raised on a hydraulic platform. All Around her she could hear chatter and muttering, with the odd laugh. Nobody was in her line of sight, but she'd also feel the occasional pressure. It was incredibly strange - the feeling of touch on her back felt like it was far from where her mind told her her body was.