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Product Tester: Stuck as a Doll
🕑 Added 2022-08-17 01:52:50 +0000 UTC“So? What is the first product I’m going to test?” I asked my manager on the phone. Just a few days ago, I got the job of at a product-testing agency and now I was on my way to my first client’s location.
“Well... the Squeeze Them Corp needs people to test out their new housing method. They own a few buildings in the city centre but not many can afford to pay the rent. They decided to split the apartments into way smaller ones, to lower the price.” The woman on the phone explained.
“So I am going to live in a tiny flat meant for broke students?” I sighed, expecting the worst possible conditions.
“Supposedly... no. Close... but no. The apartments seem to be kept quite spacious... but to make them that way, they no longer have toilet, bathroom or kitchen.”
“No toilet?! How the fuck is someone supposed to live there?” I asked, shocked.
“Apparently, they figured it out through some complementary accessories... that’s another thing you are going to test. On top of that, they also want you to test the diet plan they developed, as there is no kitchen.” My manager further explained. “Good luck, Johnny boy.~”
“John.” I sighed. “Bye...” It was so hard to get any respect, being a short, young guy...
Soon after finishing the phone-call, I arrived to the building, where I was going to test the living conditions. The building itself was tall and looked to be mostly in the middle of renovation but some parts seemed to be a bit more finished than others. Just standing by the entrance, I could see a bus stop, stairs to a metro station and some fast-food restaurant in the distance. No wonder the prices for this place were sky-high.
I walked in through the front door and the interior looked very rough. The walls were white, dust-was covering the floors and some wires were sticking out of here and there, as most of the lights and switches were not installed yet. There were wide corridors leading left and right, a staircase and an elevator next to it. On the elevator’s doors, there was a note written on a piece of paper.
“WARNING!!!
Elevator out of order!”
Next to it was another note, saying:
“For testers:
Follow the arrows, to reach the introduction room.
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It was obviously meant for people like me, so I followed the directions pointed by arrows. Even though I was still on the ground floor, I already felt lost. The very distant arrows were the only distinctive element in the endless copy-paste corridors. After a few minutes, I was guided to one of the few rooms in the building, which had doors installed. To the door was taped a piece of paper saying “Introduction Room”.
I knocked a few times and entered to see a quite big room filled with medical equipment, documents, cardboard boxes and other stuff. There was a gynaecologist-like bed in the middle, a simple desk in the corner and... a shower cabin? By the desk were sitting three women, one of them dressed very officially, while the other two wore white lab-coats and gloves. They were in the middle of talking about something and drinking the morning coffee but they stopped, when I came inside.
“Oh, the first tester right...? Wait... aren’t you a boy?” One of the nurses greeted me but then got surprised and confused for some reason.
“Come on, Emma, be a bit progressive.” The other nursed calmed her down. “If she feels a girl, she can be a girl. We live in the XXI century.”
“But I am not a girl... and don’t feel like one...” I tried to explain but was cut off.
“No no no, dear. Don’t deny it. We know very well, why you took this job.” The business woman was not interested in listening to me. “Now, come here miss. Just sign here and we can begin.” She grabbed a pen and placed it down on a piece of paper.
I approached the desk and sat on the only empty chair. All of this felt very sketchy, so I made a decision to read, what I was about to sign. Whatever the contract was about, it had almost a hundred pages. Going through the first ten or so, all I understood were my personal details and some disclaimers about safety. Concentrating on the text was difficult, as the three women were surrounding me from all sides and sitting really closely, looking straight at me, while talking about their private life. It was a horrible idea... but I had enough. I gave up and signed it without reading most of the contract, hoping to leave as soon as possible.
“Oh, he... she is done.” Noticed one of the nurses.
“Great! Now, tell us drear Johnny... Jane... yeah, Jane. Did you have your body-hair removed already?” The other one asked.
“Uhm... no... but it’s not like I have much to begin with...” I tried to excuse myself.
“Strip.” I was instructed and after doing so, both nurses picked up magnifiers to inspect my body. “Nope, miss. That won’t do. We can’t let you go forward without removing the hair, this is for your own safety, as stated in the contract.” A nurse explained. “Don’t worry. We expected to see some slackers today, so we have the laser already warmed up.”
“Laser?!” I shouted out surprised.
“Yes, for hair removal.” They tried to calm me. “Never saw your mom or sister use one?”
I wasn’t sure if I did... but I thought I heard about something similar before, so it couldn’t be that bad. I allowed the two to lead me to the gynaecologic-like chair. When I sat down, they secured my arms with some straps ‘for my own safety’ and quickly took off my underwear, before strapping down my legs. When I was safe and secure, they picked up the device from its charging station. To be fair... it kind of looked like a white, plastic, sci-fi... toy-gun for kids... not like I knew much about cosmetic technology...
The laser’s front looked like a small, black screen. One of the nurses stretched a bit of skin on my body, while the other pressed the depilatory-gun to that spot and pulled the trigger. There was a flash of light and a short pain. When she pulled the laser away, the skin in that spot was a bit red... but completely hairless. However, it was just a tiny patch of skin... “This is going to take ages!” I complained, still a bit in pain.
“That’s what you get for not coming prepared, dummy.” They petted my head in a humiliating way and went back to work. Each pull of the trigger was accompanied by light and surge of pain. I felt as if it went for hours... but it probably was a long process anyway. Hopefully, it was not going to be permanent... right? Right?! Crap...
Eventually, they were done with my body-hair... but it was just the beginning. The nurses brought a long, clear, rubbery tube, which had some deflated mass on one end and split in two on the other. They put a thick coating of some lubricant on the single end and began forcing it into my urethra.
“N-no, s-stop!” I started to panic.
“It’s okay, calm down.” One of them gently brushed my hair. “It’s just a catheter. It’s a part of the testing. Don’t worry; we will remove it, after your work is done.”
They tried to calm me down but it did nothing to stop the uncomfortable feeling of something going through my urethra in the wrong direction. It almost felt like peeing... just reversed. Instead of being freed from the pressure, it was building up and building up, until they made one final push, as the tube made it into my bladder. One of the nurses realised something and quickly put small, metal clamps on the tubes, just in time to stop my urine from spilling onto the floor. “That was close... Now, let’s make sure, that you don’t take it out by accident.” She picked up a big syringe and put its tip into a jar of some jelly-like substance. After filling up the syringe, she attached it to some tiny opening in the catheter and forced the jelly inside, filling up the retention balloon. As the rubbery sack grew, so did my urge to urinate, as it took a lot of space in my bladder, but with the tube closed, there was no way to escape the discomfort.
With that part of the catheter fully inserted into my urethra, only the split half was protruding. The nurses grabbed the two tubes and held both of them to the inside of my legs, before spraying them with something. When they let go, the tubes stayed in place, going along my thighs and ending a bit below my knees. Next, they measured my waist and took out rubbery-looking shorts from one of the cardboard boxes scattered in the room. They untied my legs for a moment, to pull the shorts up but tied them down again. Even though I was no longer naked, my butthole felt exposed... The nurse once again filled up the big syringe with jelly and attached it to the front of the shorts. She squeezed the substance inside, filling up a big pocket that was inside the rubber. When she was done, my genitals were surrounded by a thick, soft wall and it looked as if I was trying to hide a ball in my underwear. “It may look a bit radical and humiliating but we need to protect the place, where the catheter enters, to avoid injury.” As a final touch, she sprayed the edges of the shorts with the spray from before, making them stuck to my body.
“The next thing... might be a bit worse.” The nurse brought another bundle of soft, clear tubing.
When I opened my mouth, to ask about it, the other nurse suddenly shoved some metal device between my teeth and locked it, keeping my mouth wide open and exposed. “You are not here to ask questions, little girl.”
One nurse held my head still, while the other lubed up the tubes and began forcing them up my nose. They were not thick but the feeling of my sinuses getting filled up by the slightly rigid intruders was very uncomfortable and didn’t seem to pass. After a moment, the tubes hit the back of my throat and my gag reflex kicked in. “No no, don’t squirm, you will just make it worse.” The nurse forced in some more but then stopped. Next, she took a pair of metal forceps and used them to grab one of the tubes. I could feel her pulling it down my throat. After some fumbling around, she held the tube in place with one hand, while reaching out for a can with a long, thin nozzle. She put it in my mouth and down my throat, before spraying something for a few seconds. I could feel coldness in my lung. Then, she let go of the tube and grabbed the other one, repeating the process. When she was done... I couldn’t take a breath...
“Just breathe through your nose, dummy.” She poked my nose with her gloved finger. “Those tubes now lead directly to your lungs and are glued in, to avoid getting air any other way.”
I listened to her instruction and breathed through my nose... but it was extremely difficult with how long the tubes were. Did they know, that I was about to suffocate anyway? I was in panic. I tried to scream for help... but there was no sound. The air flew through the tubes instead of my throat, so I couldn’t use my vocal cords. I was about to faint, as I didn’t know, what was going on. I closed my eyes. Suddenly, my breath was cut off completely. I opened my eyes and looked down, to see that the ends of the tubes were plugged to some small, plastic device now placed on my chest. I started silently begging the nurses for help. The two women pressed some buttons and I could finally feel my lungs getting filled with air, as I was allowed to take a breath. I wanted to quickly breathe out and breathe in again a few times but... I wasn’t able to. I wasn’t even able to breathe out! However, after a few seconds, I could feel the air leaving my lungs, before they got filled again. I wasn’t even controlling it... It happened on itself. The device on my chest... it was completely dictating my breathing rhythm.
Without explaining anything, they attacked a battery of similar size to it and rested it on the other side of my chest. Both devices were around the size of boxes that people would keep the wedding rings in. They sprayed the devices, to keep them in place.
Next, the nurses brought some sort of a short, rubber tanktop. One of the nurses freed my wrists but kept a hold of my arms, in case I tried to fight. Together, they pulled the top on me. It felt very thick and tight but the front looked quite loose. Though, I quickly found a reason for it. After they attached some tubes and a wire from the breath-controller to the rubber tanktop, one the nurses once again filled up the syringe with jelly. This time, she squeezed it inside the vest on one side, then again on the other, making a pair of big, extremely fake boobs on my chest. They looked just like some balloons, similar to the one on my crotch, but there was something more unusual with them. In place of nipples, there were two large holes and there was a small, weird-shaped charging port under one of the boobs. As a final touch, she grabbed two small objects, which kind of looked like coffee-machine capsules, and put them in the big nipple holes. There was a quiet click and they stayed in place, sealing the holes.
“We assume, that the only thing in your mind is currently ‘What the fuck is going on.’, so let me explain.” The nurse said very casually. “If you didn’t figure it out yourself yet, the device under all this rubber is used to make sure, that you are getting enough air at all times. The rubber and silicone filling is once again here to protect it, as you would suffocate if the device was damaged. The most important thing is that, the device takes air from those holes...” She pointed at the tits. “...so better avoid closing them. Don’t worry. Those two things, which I just put in them, are air filters. To make sure, that the filters can be used for as long as possible, we set the device to give you just a bit more than the minimum required to live.” She explained. “This is really for your own good. Our company understands how heavily polluted the air in the city centre is, so we want to offer this solution to all our tenants. Well... there is a drawback of not being able to speak... but it is a small price for health, right?”
No! Not right at all! Who would voluntarily accept all this?!
Then, they another item, a hollow, anal plug... They didn’t even lube it up but they did their best to spread my butthole and force it inside, before spraying it with the sealant, to keep it in place.
With that, they finally untied me from the gynaecological chair and gestured to the shower-like cabin in the corner. I was already balls deep in all this mess. The time to fight was ages ago... I hung my head down in surrender and slowly marched in, through the transparent sliding door. They put some stickers on my face, ears, nipples, butthole and catheter ends, before closing and locking the door. I could hear a constant hiss that slowly got louder and louder, before I suddenly felt something sprayed on my skin from all directions. It wasn’t water. It was heavy and felt as if it was sticking to my skin. I started to panic, as moving my body slowly became more difficult. With my nipples covered, I couldn’t breathe.
Just when I was about to pass out, the spraying stopped and I could just barely hear the door being opened. I felt a slight tug on my body and my breathing soon returned, followed by hearing and sight, as all the stickers were removed. I looked down, to check why my body felt heavy and... almost all of my skin was covered by pink, shiny rubber. With the big boobs, I looked like some inflatable sex-doll. Though, except boobs, I clearly had the body of a guy...
I silently screamed, as all three women chuckled loudly at my fate.
“Ah, almost forgot. Don’t move, dear.” One of the nurses stopped laughing and picked up the laser from before. After changing some settings, she held it up to my side and pressed the button. Then she changed the settings again, moved it a bit down, then pressed again. She repeated it a few times and I could see “Squeeze Them Corp” slowly appear on my side in big letters, accompanied by some sort of QR code. “It’s just for identification.”
“It’s time for some clothes now!” One of the women said with excitement.
“Important accessories...” The other one corrected her. “To make space for more apartments, our company decided to remove bathrooms... but people of course still have their needs. So, we decided to provide out tenants with a way to visit the toilet less frequently. While the human bladder can’t hold very much liquid... we prepared those, to help with that...” The nurse explained, while reaching into a cardboard box and pulling out a pair of transparent platform boots. “The platforms of those bad boys can hold up quite a lot of liquids, before a person would need to visit a maintenance station. Obviously, the commercial version will be opaque, to avoid embarrassment but they need to be transparent during the testing, to inspect them more easily.”
I couldn’t even sigh but I would if the breathing device allowed me. The whole idea was ridiculous. They placed the boots before me. When I lifted up one leg to step in... I noticed that the soles of my feet were left exposed, as the rubber didn’t reach them during the shower. I gave the nurses a questioning look and they quickly explained. “Rubber makes it a bit harder to sweat, so we had to leave some places exposed for the health reasons.” I just shrugged and shook my head, before putting them on. The platforms were certainly big, making it hard to stand still without wobbling. To make it worse, their size was obviously meant for women, forcing me to cramp my toes a bit.
The two nurses kneeled down and attached the ends of the catheter tubes to some ports near the top of the boots. When they removed the clamps from the tubes, I could see my pee slowly flow out, slightly fill up and steam up the space inside the platforms. I took a few uncertain steps and of course there was a quiet sloshing sound, accompanied by a squeak of rubber sliding against the pvc.
“I’m glad they fit!” They didn’t really... “Now, for the next and last piece of clothing, we have this!” One of the nurses said with excitement, before pulling out something from one of the boxes. At first glance it was... just a transparent, plastic raincoat, with open front and loose sleeves. Though, it was a bit thick and there was some wire hanging near the chest. “It may not look special but its surface is actually a solar panel. By wearing it, you can charge the battery of your breathing supporter.” She explained and helped me put it on, before plugging the loose wire into the charging port under the boob. “It means that you have to spend some time outside... but that’s probably quite normal for you, honey! Oh! And remember to not accidentally cover your nipples with it!”
“Now, it’s time for the grand finale!” One of the nurses announced, as she reached out into yet another box. “Girl like to look pretty... but with no bathroom, there is not much space to do your make up. Well, there are also those ugly tubes that come out of your nose and disappear near your neck... So, to help with all this, we have...” She pulled out the item and... it looked like a big, cartoonish head? It appeared almost as if someone detached it from an oversized figurine. The face of the anime girl was uncomfortably cheerful and her mouth was wide open. Thankfully, the mouth had no detailed interior, just a flat piece of red fabric.
“This will be your new face!” The nurse shouted out, full of excitement.
Before I could even react to it, she separated the cartoonish head into two pieces, placed them on my head and closed them back together. Mask’s eyes appeared to have countless, tiny holes, that allowed me to just barely see outside. Its neck seemed to be an almost exact fit. Both of the nurses grabbed some spray-cans and quickly sprayed my neck and the mask’s seam with the sealant, making everything connect. Then, they placed down a gray wig, with bangs and short hair-drills, on top of the mask and also sealed it in place.
“Finally done...” The office woman stood up. She put my phone, wallet and other personal items into a small bag and handed it to me. “Now, follow me. I will show you the maintenance room and your apartment.”
Walking in the tall boots was still difficult for me, but I squeaked and sloshed behind her. Thankfully it wasn’t a long walk, as we left the current room and entered the one that was literally on the opposite side of the corridor. The inside looked like a public bathroom but with way more cubicles than usual. She led me to one of them.
When we entered it together and closed the door, it was a bit cramped. Surprisingly... there was no toilet seat inside. Instead, there were three tubes on the floor and... a rubber dildo on one of the walls, about 3 feet from the ground...
“Kneel down.” She ordered me and I reluctantly obliged. “Now, those two tubes should be attached to those ports in your boots.” She explained and demonstrated. “This thicker one should be attached to be butthole.” Click. “When all tubes are in place, press this button to begin maintenance.” She said and pressed the button. There was a quiet hum of some device and I could see the tiny bit of pee being sucked out of the shoes... but at the same time, I felt something filling up my intestine... “For the good of the environment, we decided to recycle waste. The gathered urine is used for enemas.” Yeah... I did figure it out...
The machine eventually stopped filling me up... but it didn’t allow me to expel it. “You have to wait 5 minutes minimum, to let the enema do its work. In the meantime, I can show you the feeding.” She gestured to the rubber dildo stuck to the wall before me. “Go on, take the feeding tube in your mouth.” Feeding tube... How was I even supposed to do that?
Before I could really think about it, the woman grabbed the back of my head and forced me to move it to the fake phallus. When the mask’s open mouth touched it... it wasn’t stopped. While the interior of the mouth looked completely flat, it was made of rubber. With enough force applied in the right way, the dildo was slowly forced into the rubber membrane, stretching it into my mouth. Suddenly, there was a give and I could feel the dildo’s head with my tongue.
“The masks mouth is made of tough, thick rubber and has a very tiny opening in the middle.” The woman explained. “The hole is almost invisible but if you slowly stretch it with a round, hard object, you can fit a feeding tube inside. Once you feel it in, you have to hold onto the feeding tube with your lips and start pulling your head back and forth, to pump the feeding solution through it.” She sounded very professional, while basically explaining that I will have to do a blowjob to eat. I wanted to cry but no one would hear or see it.
I slowly went through the instructed motions. The first dozen or two pumps didn’t seem to do anything, but I could eventually feel some thick, salty liquid sliding down my tongue and throat. I continued doing it for a few minutes and could finally feel that the waste inside me was sucked out by the machine. “Well... we are still working on fixing the taste. Doing the maintenance minimum once a day is recommended... but you can probably go through about three days without it.”
“Now, let me lead you to your room.” I stumbled, trying to keep up with her, as we walked through the maze-like, white corridors of the building. When we reached the stairs, she started leading me up... and up... and up... My legs were burning in pain but it still wasn’t my floor. “We wanted to satisfy our testers to the best of our ability, so we prepared apartments with best views for all of you... but the elevator wasn’t installed on time... so you will have to walk those daily for now...” She explained and we finally reached a door of one of the apartments. The woman unlocked the door and handed me the key. “Enjoy your temporary home. We will contact you, if we need anything from you.” With that, she left me there.
I entered my new home, hoping for it to be exclusive. It was only a tiny, single room... All of the walls were painted brightly and the floor was covered by a fluffy, pink carpet. The only furniture in the room were a big bed, a wardrobe, a desk and a TV... While being able to view the whole city from the top was an amazing experience... it was far from being worth this hell.
As the days went by, I used my ‘apartment’ only for sleeping, as it was so far from everything. Each day, I carefully and squeakily walked down the stairs, visited the maintained room to suck on the ‘feeding tube’ and walked outside, to stroll through the city and catch the life-giving rays of sunlight. When the evenings were coming, I had to climb the painfully long stairs, only to limply fall down on the soft bed in my tiny, girly home.
First few days, I could slowly see the number of people in similar predicament increasing. The costumes were making the wearers anonymous but each of the dolls had a bit of her own style. However, after about a month, the amount of people I passed by in the building started to dwindle... until I no longer saw anyone else...
One day, when I was walking down the corridor, to return to my apartment, I saw that there was some woman standing by the door… my manager! I rushed to her, squeaking and sloshing, and waved my hand, wondering why she paid me a visit.
“Oh, there you are, Johnny… Yeah, as expected, you are unfortunately still here.” She said, sadly.
I turned my head a bit to the side, to show that I didn’t understand.
“A few weeks ago there was some server error at our company. We… apparently lost your e-mail address and phone number, so you didn’t get the news that the Squeeze Them Corp… no longer exists.” She explained, surprising me. “The government looked into their idea, deemed it completely inhumane and all their sponsors back out of it, forcing the company to bankrupt.” At the moment, it sounded like good news… but the manager still had sorrow in her voice. “You see… last week, we sent all employees an info about where to go to get freed from all this weird stuff… but as you were not in the mailing list… you were the only one, who didn’t get it…” Oh no…
“So… long story short… the technology required to take your costume off… was already scrapped… and all the researchers moved out of the country… I’m sorry.”
Even if I would be able to speak, I doubt I would be able to say anything. I was going to be stuck in this mess forever.
“B-but… there are also some good-ish news… As the company had no way to pay for our services… the court gave this building to us. W-well… uhm… Our boss wants to convert it into a shopping mall… but he said that we can keep your apartment and a bit of the maintenance room, as you can’t really live without them anymore…”
From that day on, my ears were constantly hurt by the loud sounds of the construction workers converting the building into a shopping mall. Each time I had to leave my flat, to visit the maintenance room, I was getting drowned in perverted looks and comments from the men working there.
A month or so later, the work was done and now the way to my home was leading through all the floors of a gigantic shopping mall. Unfortunately, my company didn’t allow me to live there for free. As it was difficult to chase any career in my current predicament… I received an offer to become the mall’s mascot, walking around, appearing in advertisements, taking pictures with customers and standing outside to gather sunlight and attract people. I was basically a slave, constantly tortured by the discomfort of my costume and imprisoned in the monumental building… but all that people could see, was just some cheerful, sexy anime girl…
The End
