“How are you making out Shelly?” the man on the speaker asked as she blinked slowly while looking straight ahead.
“Good, good.” he replied but she caught a second voice in the background.
“…template upgrade in process…30% complete…”
Her eyes finally focused on her reflection in the mirror and she let out a small gasp.
“Still ok Shelly?” the voice came again.
“What… what… I mean… I don’t understand…” she muttered.
“…35% complete…”
“Take a deep breath Shelly… just relax.” the voice said and she found herself doing so.
She took in a deep breath, her chest heaving, her tits so round and firm lifting even higher than they had been. She let it out slowly and her eyes flickered.
“…40% complete…”
“That’s good Shelly, you’re owner sent you in for your regular maintenance, we’re just upgrading your template.”
“…45% complete…”
Her eyes continued to flutter as it all came rushing back to her. The new laws allowing for personhood to be revoked, ownership of said non-persons to be allowed, the implants that allowed for the total override of the brain, her own conviction and subsequent purchase.
Her eyes went wide, “NO! Please… stop!” she cried out.
“…template upgrade…50% complete…”
“Just stay calm Shelly, it won’t be much longer.” the voice said as she let a gasp as a shiver of pleasure ran through her.
“Please… not Johnathan… again…” she let out in a whimper.
“…55% complete…”
Johnathan was her husband, or more accurately now, ex-husband and new owner. He’d been the one to commit the financial fraud, not her, but he’d been cleaver, making sure that it was her name on everything.
“…60% complete…”
She felt her mind starting to slip away again, “Not guilty… Jo… Joh… Owner fucked me…”
“…65% complete…”
“Don’t worry Shelly, your owner will be fucking you soon enough. This upgraded template is really amazing, it will give your owner much more control over your reactions to whatever stimuli he wants. Huh… would you look at that boys?” the voice said, moving away from the microphone at the end and the sound of some papers rustling came across it.
“…70% complete…”
“Looks like he’s going anal only with her. Never understood that, but whatever… oh shoot, I forgot to shut off the mic.” the voice said and then chuckled again.
“…75% complete…”
“Well I guess you don’t mind do you Shelly? Shelly?” he asked twice, a pause between them when she didn’t respond.
The sound of rustling papers returned for a moment and then he spoke again, “I said, I guess you don’t mind do you FuckToy?”
“…template upgrade in process…80% complete…”
“FuckToy enjoys being an anal fuck toy! Please fuck FuckToys ass!” her voice filled the room but Shelly was almost gone once more.
“…85% complete…”
“…90% complete…”
A chorus of laughter came over the speaker but FuckToy no longer cared, the last bits of the template were loading and her mind was once more filled with the thoughts and desires that her owner had requested.
“…95% complete…”
“…Complete.”
FuckToy was taken from the room a short time later and escorted to the next upgrade booth, where her tits and ass would be expanded even farther, followed by all the rest her owner had ordered.
