Sitting at the top of the table, you look down both sides at your executives, department heads, and vice presidents. Each eager to serve, and willing to stab their neighbours in the back. As one of the few companies left turning a profit, your power is virtually unlimited. You provide 'opportunities' for those with skills that have been automated away, or trained for unnecessary professions.
Along the dark mahogany wall, in soft pine cut outs, the company name, is proudly displayed. 'Dollz', you lead the world at the cutting edge of the oldest profession. Now, an equal opportunity employer, you can recraft bodies male and female to suit your customers needs, to pay off the products debts.
Your mind wanders back to the 'product', worthless humans without work, without drive, just existing, eating food they can't or won't pay for. Just waiting on their next hand-out. The company research found out that it was the degradation of the product that inspired the customers. Many customers ignoring cheaper synthetic alternatives. The pride in owning a real human, providing a real human, or 'former' real human with a purpose was a prestigious achievement.
A holo-display of the latest catalogue turned slowly in the middle of the table, proudly displaying the exaggerated curves the dolls could display. Although the range was virtually infinite, many liked to see what could be achieved with the finest DNA reprogramming. Some paying extra for encryption, ensuring that even if a product's debt was repaid, they'd still keep their new body.
The lab were particularly proud of their latest break-through. The uber-bust, a trickier task than first imagined, though constantly high from customer requests. The right balance for weight and bounce, the reinforcing of back muscles to accommodate the extra weight, the flexibility to handle the constant sloshing with the slightest movement.
Many needed to have their IQ's lowered to handle the changes, the former men finding it difficult enough to cope with their new gender. The former free women having to adjust to being not merely objectified, but actual objects, possessions, bought and paid for. It was a necessary change, and as a company you worried about it's impact. But, amusingly, customers found it to be more attractive, the wide-eyed innocence, the pouting gullibility a selling point for many.
Two holograms flashed into place about the table, life-size and lovingly detailed. One image showing the range of sizes for buttocks, very fashionable this season.
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Further down the table, another was showing off the latest in breast enhancements.
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Despite a great deal of research, and attempts to widen the customer base, the dolls were mostly female, Ninety percent or so, by the latest figures. You see a twinge of sympathy from the head of Human Resources, as she imagines her own bust expanded to those dimensions. The VP of sales leers at the model, her gaze flicking between the model and her own secretary. You suspect their relationship is rather kinky, and as long as sales remain high, you're perfectly happy.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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