Part Time Job - Latex TF
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DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea join the Discord ServerPart Time Job - Latex TFThe holographic billboards of Neo Tokyo illuminated in the night, bathing the sidewalks in a surreal glow. Aya, a 19-year-old "virgin" - as they called those without tech upgrades - mad…
The holographic billboards of Neo Tokyo illuminated in the night, bathing the sidewalks in a surreal glow. Aya, a 19-year-old "virgin" - as they called those without tech upgrades - made her way through the packed streets, trying to blend in. She couldn't help but notice the sea of glowing eyes around her, each pair a window to a world of information she couldn't access. The whirring of cybernetic limbs and the harmful fumes of the surroundings she couldn't filter without nose implants. "God, I stick out like a sore thumb," Aya mumbled. "Maybe if I act naturally, no one will notice I'm... analog..." Aya sighed, remembering the taunts from her school days. "Hey, meat bag!" they'd yell, laughing at her unaugmented body. Now, she was stuck in a shitty job, trying to save up for the implants she needed to get into university. As she entered the sex toy shop where she worked, her boss greeted her with a leering grin. "Ready for another exciting day as inventory, sweetheart?" he chuckled. Aya nodded glumly, heading towards the body reconstructive booth. Just as she was about to step in, she froze. Standing next to her coworker was Mika, her high school bully. Mika's eyes flashed, digital patterns swirling in her irises as she pretended not to recognize Aya. But Aya knew that look all too well. "Oh, perfect timing!" her coworker exclaimed. "Mika, this is Aya. She's one of our 'virgins' - perfect for transformation. Why don't you give it a try?" Mika's lips curled into a cruel smile. "With pleasure," she purred. Aya slowly removed all her clothes, entered the machine, and waited to be transformed. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Mika's augmented eyes scanned the digital order list, her lips curling into a cruel smirk. "Looks like little virgin Aya is supposed to be turned into some fancy custom jobs." Aya's coworker, oblivious to the tension, cheerfully explained the process. "Select the order type, hit start, and watch the magic happen! I'll leave you to it." With that, he exited the room, leaving Aya alone with her former tormentor. Mika's fingers danced over the control panel, deliberately selecting the cheapest bulk options. "Let's see how you like being bargain bin merchandise, Aya," she muttered. As the booth hummed to life, Aya felt her body begin to change. But this was different - more intense, more invasive. She gasped as her skin began to soften and liquefy, turning into a shimmering, latex-like substance. "M-Mika, what's happening?" Aya tried to ask, but her mouth was already melting away, her words becoming nothing more than formless vibrations. Aya's body started to split apart, each piece taking on a new form. Her arms elongated and thinned, twisting into rubbery dildos of various sizes. Her legs separated and reformed into dozens of condoms, each one bearing the garish logo of the sex shop. Her torso stretched and flattened, becoming an assortment of thongs and g-strings. Aya could feel every fiber of her being as it was reshaped, molded, and stamped with product codes. Her breasts ballooned outward, forming a collection of inflatable sex dolls, each one bearing a caricature of her own face. The sensation was bizarre - she could feel the air being pumped into her, stretching her new rubber skin taut. Aya's consciousness clung desperately to the last piece of herself - a skimpy latex string bikini. From this vantage point, she watched in horror as Mika casually applied stickers and QR codes to each piece of merchandise that used to be her body. "Oh god," Aya thought, panic rising. "I'm not just transformed - I'm being packaged for sale!" Mika's face loomed large in Aya's limited field of vision. Her eyes flashed with a sadistic gleam as she sealed the last box. "Enjoy your new life as a cheap strip club supply, virgin," she sneered. "I'm sure you'll be a big hit with the bargain hunters. No one will notice until it's too late." As darkness enveloped her, Aya realized with growing horror that Mika had processed the entire shipment order. By morning, pieces of her would be scattered across every adult club in Neo-Tokyo. "Please," she thought desperately, her latex form quivering. "Someone has to notice I'm missing. They have to find me before it's too late!" "Oh no," Aya thought, panic rising. "It's Friday. No one will notice I'm missing until Monday!" Mika's face appeared in front of the bikini that housed Aya's mind. Her eyes flashed a menacing pattern as she blew a mocking kiss. "Bye-bye, virgin," she sneered. "Let's make sure no one finds you too quickly." Aya felt a strange tingling sensation as Mika activated some scrambling device. "There," Mika said, "that should mask your brainwaves nicely." Aya watched helplessly as Mika sorted her transformed body parts into different boxes. She heard the soft thud of rubber dildos being tossed in with other stock, the rustle of latex panties being folded, and the clink of metal clips on bras that used to be part of her. "This bikini's going to a random
