On the Production Line

    I hadn't given much thought to what might be behind those big double doors. I'm sure that given more time I'd have come up with all kinds of fantasy situations about how the mannequin transformation was accomplished, but that one anxious night I'd had to prepare didn't give me much time to do so. Not that I hadn't given the idea some thought before getting this job: mannequinizing rays, an injection, magic, a mannequin coming to life and pulling a living woman on to its pedestal and gaining a display partner. So, so many fantasies about that, yet when entering this place where fantasy became reality my mind was strangely clear of any preconceptions. Though I did find myself wondering what Lin would think of all of this were she not a living fantasy herself. Would she feel for the women in this place? Be envious? Maybe ask to join them? Looking at her as I pushed her through the doors of the production area I imagined her standing there as a fully finished plastic mannequin. Then I imagined her running around this office, throwing open doors and generally being over-excited about everything she found out. The second thought turned me on more.

    Phil noticed me staring at Lin, "Hey, you'll have all the time in the world to look at that one soon enough. Don't you want to see Tiffany here take her first step towards becoming a complete mannequin?" He gestured to the blonde dancer beside him, standing at attention and staring blankly off into space. I give the former homeless girl a look, and my lower brain decides that yes, I'd very much like to see what Phil was offering to show me, "Yeah. Sorry for spacing out. Lead the way."

    "We're actually just going in to this room here," Phil opens the first door on the left past the double doors, "The further a mannequin goes down the hallway the further she is towards completion. So the first stop is always this room here, and I'll actually be wanting your help with this part if you're up for it." Phil smiles. Where Peter was bookish and kind of off-putting, Phil seems to be more social as if he genuinely wants to be showing me the ropes like this, so I think what the hell if he's offering to let me help... "Sure!" I say.

    Phil users Tiffany into the room, followed by me pushing Lin and her cart, then he enters himself and shuts the door. The room was quite simple, consisting of few more of the pedestals from out in the spa, only with mannequin stands topped with plastic dildos, though a couple of the stands seemed to be missing. The room was somewhat dimly lit, but there was a large spotlight over each of the pedestals. "Timothy, would you mind adjusting the height of stand furthest to the right there down a few inches?" Phil asks. "I think it's just a touch too high for Tiffany here, Tiffany, go stand next to the stand so that Timothy can gauge the height."

    "OK" Came Tiffany's monotone-reply as she moved to the stand. I follow her over and find that it can be easily adjusted like a tripod leg, with a portion to twist in the middle. I get it set to a height that should be comfortable for her to stand on without going in too deep, look to Phil for confirmation and receive a thumbs up. "Looking good there, now get Tiffany back over here."

    Puzzled because I thought I'd be putting Tiffany on the stand, I tell the soon-to-be mannequin girl to follow me back to Phil. Once we're there Phil opens a door I hadn't noticed and wheels Lin in, I peek inside and find it much like the room that looked out onto the spa, dark and with a view through a one-way mirror of the stand-room. "We can all watch this part from in here, but I'd like you to get it started before joining us," Phil hands me a sheet of paper with what look like commands on it, "Just read this script, everything else will work itself out." With that Phil gives a reassuring smile, walks back into the smaller room, and closes the door.

    I look down at the script and read it over a few times, trying to figure out just what it might be doing. I think I have some understanding of it before starting, without any hesitation I notice, to speak to the girl in front of me, "Tiffany, are you wholly ready for display?"

    The blonde turns her head to look at me, and in her monotone voice says "No. I am not yet ready for display."

    Continuing with the script I intone "Why is a mannequin not ready for display?"

"Because I am only half a mannequin. My body and mind still contain flesh."

"Then it is time to make your mind plastic, show the flesh the pleasures of display. Tiffany, your journey towards perfection begins on that stand." I point to the stand I had prepared.

"Yes, the flesh will see that plastic is perfection." Tiffany walks over to the stand and inserts the dildo rod into herself, otherwise taking the same pose that Lin was currently locked in.

"Tiffany, once you are alone, let the flesh feel again." Tiffany says nothing to this, and I hear the click of a door opening, Phil waves me into the observing room.

"Nice job out there, done like a pro!" He claps me on the shoulder, "The script makes it pretty obvious, but I want to make sure you know what's going on here." He points through the glass to Tiffany who suddenly seems to be squirming on her stand, only partly in control of her body, her face a mixture of arousal and a far off dreamy look, with small gasps escaping her lips as she grinds the dildo pole.

"Well... Lin and Tiffany have both been acting pretty differently from the mannequins I've seen. They don't have much personality. Peter was saying something about merging the mannequin personality with the human one, so I'm going to say that's what's happening now?"

"Got it in one!" Phil smiles again, a big warm smile that almost makes him feel like a big brother, or favourite uncle. "Ah, sorry if I seem a bit over-enthusiastic about showing you how things work around here. It's not information I get to share very often, and I love what I do." Phil opens his eyes wide for a moment, then blurts out, "Wait, that sounds bad! I'm a little different from the rest of the lab-techs and scientists here. I don't just do any-old mannequin conversions, in fact I don't normally do these at all, just for special cases like Tiffany here." He gestures out at the girl on the stand, who's movements have slowed down a touch and who's pose is returning to the one she'd originally taken, though her moans were getting louder. "I'm part of the crew that developed the method for turning flesh to plastic, it was a bit of an accident since we were looking for new ways to quickly heal wounds at the time. I won't go into all the techno-babble as that can ruin a fantasy pretty quickly though, and I know that for a lot of people working here, and a number of our products, what we do here is a fantasy."

    I fix Phil with a quizzical stare, "A number of our products?" I ask.

    He laughs, "Surely you didn't think Cindy was the only girl to ever find out what we do and come to have it happen? We probably get a couple of girls like her a year at this branch alone. Though they didn't really have a choice in how they were processed until just recently. Cindy is special in that she's the first mannequin that's still in on the secret. Our methods up until her didn't allow the mannequin to be anything other than a mannequin, except for Jessica but we're not really eager to go through all that again. Too much work, not much difference from a normal mannequin." We hear a loud, long moan come from the stand room, and then silence. We look out to see Tiffany standing in the same pose she'd taken from the start, only with a slick, wet stand holding her up. "Ah, looks like she's done. Come on out." Phil opens the door and I wheel Lin back out into the room.

    "Tiffany," Phil says "is your mind ready for display?"

     Tiffany turns her head to Phil and smiles a wide, bright smile, "Yes I've been ready since day one, and I have been sculpting my body since then too! Can I please be finished soon? Dancing is fun, but being on display is so much better." I notice that a light Russian accent has found its way into her voice, the monotone from before having been completely eliminated.

    "Alright Tiffany, today you get your wish. We're starting your plastification process in a few minutes, and you'll be on your way to a store a couple of weeks from now." Phil cheerfully says.

    "That is good. Lets not waste time getting me started then! Please lead the way." Tiffany hops off her stand and gracefully walks over to the door, I watch the muscles in her legs work with perfect precision even for this simple movement, and thinking about seeing them in plastic gets me aroused.

    "Just a sec Tiffany," Tiffany turns, looking slightly annoyed, "I want you to say hello to Timothy here, He's the VM from the store that bought you and he's here to observe how we make you girls the plastic visions of beauty that you are."

    The annoyance vanishes from Tiffany's face and she practically runs over and embraces me, giving me a deep kiss before letting go. "It is nice to meet you Timothy, thank you for ordering me and giving these lab guys a reason to finally make me plastic. I hope that you like what you see here," she gestures to herself "and I'm sure that you'll put me to great use in your store." She turns to Phil "I must be complete before I am to be of any use to Timothy, please get my started."

    Phil just laughs, a hearty belly laugh that fills the room, "OK, OK, you're an eager one. Follow me."

    Just before Tiffany moves to follow Phil I have an idea "Tiffany, Lin here is lonely on the cart, Why don't you get up there and pose with her. I can wheel two mannequins around no problems."

    Tiffany turns to look at me, smiles her bright smile, and wordlessly climbs up on to the cart. Lacking a way to stabilize herself in a standing pose, she chooses to sit down, her right arm straight our behind her for support, her left arm resting on her bent left knee, which was straight up in the air at a height just above her breasts. Her Right leg was on the cart, curled in under her left leg. She turned her head to look at me, winked, then turned her head back to look straight ahead and froze.

    Phil laughs again "I think she's going to like being in your care Timothy, Now come on." He holds the door open so I can wheel my silent cargo out into the hall, then steps past us and leads us into the next door over.

    This room houses a few large glass tanks, their doors open with none of them occupied at the moment. Shooting up from the inside of each tank is a mannequin stand, again tipped with a dildo, only closer inspection reveals that these dildos have a hole in the tip. Each tank has a touchpad on a small stand next to it with a simple looking interface showing Name, Height, Weight, and a start button. "Go ahead and enter Tiffany's name on there, the height should show up with what we've got her on record as being." I type Tiffany's name into the tablet, and 168 cm (5' 6"), shows up just as Phil said it would. "The stand will get her weight on it's own, since that can fluctuate a bit from day to day."

    I enter her height on to the tablet for the centre tank and watch at the stand adjusts itself into the floor to accommodate her. "Alright Tiffany, break that pose of yours and go pose on the stand in the tank. Take a barbie pose you're easier to carry that way, and movement will be more difficult for you for a while after this treatment."

    Tiffany gracefully gets up from her reclining position, walks over to the tank and inserts the stand into herself, she then poses with her legs side by side and slightly apart, and her arms straight and held out slightly from her body. She straightens her back and neck, aims her face straight ahead, smiles a bright smile and freezes in place. "Close the door there Timothy," Phil directs, with the door shut he says "Now check out the tablet again." I do so and see that her weight has been registered. She's heavier than I thought she would be, but being well toned would do that. "Is the start button green?" Phil asks.

"Yeah" I reply.

"Good, go ahead and hit it."

    I do, and I hear a hissing sound as the door to the tube vacuum seals shut. Shortly after a new hissing sound, fainter than the first, fills the room. I notice a yellowish gas seeping into Tiffany's tank, and see her smile widen just a bit, and her eyes take on a lustful look. "Oh, that's a nice face there. I've yet to see a living mannequin hold a normal smile once the stand starts doing it's thing."

    I watch as Tiffany becomes slightly obscured by the gas. For a moment I imagine Lin standing in the next tank over, the same process happening to her. Then I realize I don't quite know what this tank is doing, so i ask "What exactly does this tank do? You said she'd be finding it hard to move for a while, but Brooke told me that the whole conversion takes a couple of weeks."

"It does, this is just the primer. The stand is slowly pumping her full of a chemical that will make her body more receptive to becoming plastic. I don't know if you know this but our mannequins aren't hollow. Instead they keep their insides, just in a plastic state, it's part of why they're pose-able, and why their muscles always look right for the pose: they still have them. Meanwhile the gas is preparing her outsides, and helping with her insides as she breathes it in. When we first started this process we used a butt and mouth insert as well, but we've improved the formula greatly since then." I imagined Tiffany with another dildo stand in her butt and a pole coming down from the ceiling with a dildo in her mouth. It didn't make as pretty a picture as the lustful smiling beauty I could actually see. Oblivious to my musings Phil continued "As for why she'll find it hard to move: both the liquid and the gas have a paralytic effect, and she'll be like this until we start bringing her back from full plasticity. But I'm afraid this is as far as you'll see things with Tiffany here. She'll be in there for a few hours before I come to carry her out to the next step."

"Do I get to see that next step?"

"I can show you if you want, but the next few steps are kind of like this one, leaving the paralyzed mannequin to be in a tank or machine for a little while to complete the next part of the process and a couple of those take a couple of days. I've got something far more interesting in mind though."

"I'm listening."

"Another special project is coming off the last plasticizing step in about," he looks at his watch "actually she can be pulled out now. Time flies when you're having fun I guess. Come on!" Phil holds the door open expectantly so I push Lin and her cart through it. We're lead down the hall to a corner, but enter the door just at the end before rounding it. Inside are three large cylindrical machines lying horizontally on the floor, each with a tablet at the end facing the door, one shows the name Jenna, and another Denise, out of the corner of my eye I swear I see the third tablet reading Lin, but a proper look reveals it's blank. The two with names on their pads are closed up, but the light on top of Denise's is green while Jenna's shows red. Phil walks to Denise's tablet and presses a button. Another loud hiss later and the tube pops open along it's long edge. Inside is a raven-haired beauty of a mannequin. Her plastic breasts must be about DD cups and lack nipples, they sit above a nice hourglass figure that melts into her smooth crotch, which rests between two silky plastic thighs leading into lusciously long legs. She's posed in the 'barbie' position and her face has the same lustful smiling look I last saw on Tiffany. "Come on over here and get her out." Phil invites. With no reason to refuse I place my arms around Denise's solid waist and pull her light form out of the tank with little difficulty, in the meantime Phil has produced another cart like Lin's and motions for me to put Denise on it. Once she's in place we take our carts and exit the room.

    Phil talks as we round the corner and enter the next room, "Meet Denise. A former history teacher at a school somewhere in the states, now a beautiful display piece for a lingerie store here in Toronto." I look around as we enter the room and find it's almost an exact copy of the room we left Tiffany in. "Denise is one of our willing converts, sourced through an online art-sharing website." I turn to look at Phil and give him a raised eyebrow. "Hey, don't knock it. I'm sure you're aware there's a nice little community out there for people with our interests, and we keep an eye on those for potential mannequins. Denise here loved to have her characters placed in peril, and being converted into an object - a love-doll, a mannequin, a statue - was a particularly strong fantasy of hers. So we contacted her with the idea of roleplaying out a mannequin transformation. Through the roleplay we walked her through the stages of capture, possessing, production, and eventual display. She loved every minute of it and was extremely receptive to everything we were telling her. Now here's the fun part: the capture we used on her in the roleplay was her having a mannequin stand mysteriously delivered to her one day. We didn't say what to do with it, just that she had it. She volunteered herself to pose on it and the fun progressed from there, with the stand helping to hypnotize her into becoming one of our living mannequins. So for the actual capture we did just that: sent her a stand. Only this stand didn't have any hypnotizing properties, it was just a regular stand. 4 months later she showed up in our office and told our secretary that she was ready for full processing, just like she had in the roleplay. Now, at this point I stepped in and showed her one of our products, explaining that it wasn't for play from this point on. She said she'd figured that out, and was ready to go through with it. Now here she is, a Soulful Mannequin on the final steps of the production line. We tweaked her memories at her request, so that her reality would be the one from her roleplay, not what actually happened. But she's a 40-60 split just like Cindy is, and will make some lingerie saleswoman very happy I'm sure."

    While Phil was explaining he had taken Denise off of her stand and placed her into a tube. Once he finished the story he entered Denise's name on the tablet and pressed the start button. Just like with Tiffany gas started filtering into the chamber, only this time it had a peach tinge. Meanwhile I was glad Phil was distracted because the whole time he was telling the story I was incredibly turned on. It didn't help that I had imagined carrying a plastic Lin into the chamber next to Denise.

    Phil turned to me, and smirked "Yeah, I suppose that is a rather interesting story for someone with our fetish isn't it?" he laughs. I really need to learn to control myself. "But what do you think? Is this a bad conversion?"

    I think only for a moment, "No. She wanted it, and you didn't coerce her into it if what you're telling me is all true. I can for sure get behind transformations like this one."

"What about Tiffany?"

"That's... a grey area I guess. I suppose she is better off now than on the street. But while this means she won't have a worse fate, it also means she can't have a better one."

"You're not wrong about that. Still, I like to think that we're doing good things when we make transformations like that. And let me let you in on a secret, it can't leave this room though."

    I arch an eyebrow at him. "You're willing to trust a stranger you just met with a secret that can't leave this room?"

    He laughs "Don't worry, even if it does get out all I'll lose is a bit of reputation with some of the other people here in the lab. Whenever we start processing a girl off the street, I find an alternative job for them once they're cleaned up and back on their feet. I set it up in secret, I know the owners of more than a few businesses around this city, and then I make sure the girl gets the offer of the job. Once they're thinking about I leave a contract for a quote promotion at the spa in their room. If they read it, and are smart, they should realize what will happen if they stay at the spa. Some choose to leave, others, like Tiffany, stay."

    I think about this for a minute "Nobody stops the girls from leaving? and what about a potential information leak?"

"Nobody stops them because by the time they do there can't be a leak, they've absorbed enough programming. And none of the girls are even up for sale as mannequins until they've been fully processed. We lose a bit of time and effort, but in the grand scheme of things it really doesn't matter. Besides, the owner knows I'm doing this and is fine with it. The only real reason to keep it a secret is because some of the lab techs are a little transformation happy, and might not like that I'm depriving them of their fun." Phil winks.

"So they're not all as moral as you're claiming to be."

"They can't be. It's unfortunate but we do still process unwilling and unknowing subjects. Some of them feel some fallout from it, like Peter. Others are gleeful in their work. We've given them a holiday today actually, to make the experience more pleasant for you, and safer for Lin."

"Thanks for that, from both of us."

"You're both very welcome. Now, want to know what's happening to Denise here?" Phil gestures to the tank.

    I think for a moment, and say "Is it the reverse of what's happening to Tiffany? Something to help her return to flesh and blood?"

"Got it in one." Phil claps me on the shoulder "Almost." He winks. "Our girls never quite return to flesh and blood, just a very real plastic facsimile of it. All those plastic muscles still work and when softened up they can move around like a normal person."

"Ah!" I exclaim, "That explains why Angelique was still so light when she was alive. She didn't really return to human form."

"Exactly!" Phil smiles, "I like a smart student. Now this is just phase one, the next phew phases are to get the mannequin used to moving her new plastic body, as it can take some getting used to. The final phase imprints the last phase of their conditioning on them, giving their bodies the proper triggers for changing back and forth between forms, and showing or hiding things like nipples and vaginal folds. I know Brooke likes to have her mannequins featureless while on display but fully functional when active, but did you know that those defaults can be changed? Or that you can toggle either or to be there in both soft and hard plastic modes?"

    This was new information to me, and I began picturing Cindy in the 'flesh' but devoid of nipples and vagina, and started to feel myself growing aroused again.

    My fantasy is interrupted by Phil's laugh "I can see you're very interested in learning those commands. So commit this to memory: Smooth Crotch, Real crotch, Perfect Crotch. Those three do what they say, with Real giving her back her own vagina, and Perfect giving her an idealized one, like you'd find on an onahole or love-doll. Then: Smooth Breasts, Full Nipples, and Nipple Bumps. Full gives her an areola, with full colour, while bumps just gives the nibs in whatever colour her flesh is. They're all pretty fun to play around with."

    I keep fantasizing about Cindy in all of the mentioned forms and say "I bet they are."

    Suddenly I hear a phone ring, Phil apologizes and steps outside. Left to my own devices I stare at Denise in her tank for a few minutes before turning my attention to Lin. I wonder what to do about our bet. Should I bring her back to life right now and tell her everything? If she didn't take it well it wouldn't be difficult to plant her on a stand next to Tiffany. If she did she'd still end up on that stand, and probably become another Cindy. My dick was fine with that, but my brain was saying to wait. There was probably more I could do, maybe I could ask Phil to help out? Or at least find out what options I had for having Lin changed.

    As I'm coming up with questions for Phil he re-enters the room, "Sorry about that, I lost track of time talking with you." He hands me a card, "This is my contact information, we can't be too specific over e-mail but if you have questions or concerns I'm sure you can figure out a way to ask them. If it's too complicated feel free to ask for a meeting."

    I look between the card and Phil, "Does this mean we're done?"

"For now yes. You're behind schedule and there's someone else who wants to meet you. Both of you actually. I've got somewhere to be, but take Lin and go out this door, to the left, and all the way to the end of the hall before the next set of double doors. Enter the door on the right. Brittney's in there and she'll help Lin here get some memories of the tour before you head off to meet your last host for the day."

"Oh. I will keep in touch with this, I've already got some thing I want to ask you. Thanks for showing me the production area, and for being a genuinely nice guy working for a questionable company. It makes me feel a bit better about my own part in this."

    Phil laughs, "I'm glad I could help. Now go, your last host isn't a fan of waiting and I've already set you back by some time. It was a pleasure meeting you Timothy." He offers a hand, which I shake, then he ushers me out the door and hurries off around the corner and out of sight.

    With nothing else to go on I push Lin forward down the hall to meet with Brittney and my unknown host after that.