Mad BBY Scientist

Warringer leaned back in her armchair behind the counter of the local BBY shop and smiled. This was one of the best thing that had ever happened to her. This whole job and everything that was attached to it. It was some time ago, when the chain of Body By You costume outlets hadn't have the positive and negative press thanks to the 'Kelly incident' and she was the only appliant for the job of being the shop keeper. It wasn't that she had an idea back than.

She had been very surprised by the shop being set up and the various costumes that were custom made with the help of one of the most advanced technologies avilable. But in the time before the 'Kelly incident' she had worked herself into the whole materia of the technology, since the shop wasn't really all that popular than nowadays. In that time she had made some of the companies trainings courses for programming the sourcecodes of a costume and had gotten quite good.

Than the 'Kelly incident' occured and showed the world what BBY could be for them, Warringer included. Shortly after the incident she had programmed her own costume made from synthskin and sealed to her body. It wasn't really that amazing all in all, but it had changed Warringer from being the small shy grey mouse behind the counter into a confident sexy, but still small, bombshell.

Warringer smiled as she thought about her body standing in front of a morror. She had choosen a costume that still left her looking very human, nothing like that Kelly girl or some of the other customers. Every body feature was where it belonged, mouth, eyes, nose, nipples and the like. But she had used the costume to change the look of her body. A pair of larger breasts, a hourglass figure, strong and trained looking limbs, but the most changed part was her head.

Her face still was mostly like her old, aside from lacking the freckles and having applied a permanent make up. She had changed her eye and hair color to a firey red and lengthened her hair quite a bit. And than there was the pair of horns sporting from the back of her head and curling towards her forehead to end there pointed upwards, taming a good part of her longer hair.

To this she normally wore relative normal clothes, that still left her very sexy, a tight white shirt, white cargo pants, white sneakers and a white labcoat. Quite a few men had tried to get her into the sack when they saw her on the street or the store, helping very much with her confidence.

She took a short look at the screensaver of the workstation, showing digital photos of satisfied customers of every kind and than on the sheets of paper in front of her.

The sheets happened to be a special contract, designed to handle the thing she would start today. A special friend, a lawyer specialized on contractural law, had written the contract and made sure that everything she would do was legal and contractually backed up. She smiled as she imagined that her friends pants had been very tight when he handed her the contract and the disk with it.

She looked on the clock over the door and sighed. Her special customer was late already, but the ring of the door bell let Warringer know that her customer was there.

The woman who walked into the outlet was with four feet eight just four inches smaller than Warringer and had nearly the same 'gray mousse' look as Warringer had it before getting herself sealed up in her current 'costume'.

"Hello, Katrine," Warringer said with a dusky voice that had been the only sexy thing on her before her new look," Ready for your new life?"

Katrine swallowed once and nodded rapidly and Warringer smiled.

"Yes," she answered with an edge of impatience in her voice.

Warringer nodded and placed the last sheet of her special contract on the counter and placed a pen next to it.

"Would you please sign this?" she asked and smiled assuringly," It's just a last formality."

Katrine nodded again and signed the sheet without reading through it, something that Warringer knew would happen.

"May I see the design, please?" Katrine asked and Warringer nodded.

She made some input on her keyboard and turned around the flatscreen for Katrine to see.

The screen showed something that Katrine wanted to be, a relative normal anime catgirl. But Warringer had other plans for her, especially since she had signed the special contract.

Katrine nodded happily and smiled.

"Are you ready than?" Warringer asked.

Katrine nodded again.

"Yes."

"Than follow me please."

Warringer slowly walked over to a changing room and opened the door.

"Please strip all you clothing and come out when you are finished."

Katrine nodded again and Warring closed the door behind her. She slowly walked over to the molder and fished a small disk from her lab coat. She inserted the disk and called up the design she can created for Katrine. It was something else than the catgirl design on the flat screen at the counter, but still a design for a catgirl.

Warringer licked her lips as she looked at the design. This would be perfect for Katrine. For a moment she debated wether or not to send Katrine to sleep during the process, but decided against it. A paralytic agent and muscle relaxant would be enough.

Katrine left the changing room and Warrigner smiled at her.

"And now please step into the machine," she said and mentioned to the molder.

Katrine nodded and stepped into the machine.

Katrine swallowed as the machine closed behind her and left her alone in the darkness. She had read about the machine and was positive that all would work out.

The first things she could feel were a pair of grappler locking around her waist and a short cold feeling on her neck. That had to be the anesthetic, was her thought to that, but after a few moments she noticed that something was wrong. She should be sleeping by now. She tried to say or do something but her voice and limbs cased to respond.

Than it really began. She felt a few injections directly into her scalp and something gently pulling away the hair, more than she should have. This was followed by a strange feeling of something being pressed into her ears. She could hear white noise, where the wirr of the machine around her should be and something else filling her ear up around the white noise.

Next came her mouth. It was opened by a grappler and some sort of ball placed into it. Her mouth was closed around the ball and something applied to her mouth that held it shut by itself. As her mouth was finally shut, she panicked as the ball expanded, filling up her mouth, without being uncomfortable and extended down into her throat, without activating the gag reflex.

Something was terribly wrong!

The machine turned its attention to her eyes, pulling her eyelids forward and spraying something on her eyeballs, she couldn't really feel. Her lids were pulled up and down and somehow attached to her face, forcing them to remain open. The attention switched from her eyes to her nose and Katrine panicked some more as she felt something poking into her nostrils. They seemed to expand slightly and a short pain was felt inside her nose. She draw in a sharp breath and tried to press her eyes shut, but wasn't able to do it.

The machine put the finishing touched to her face by applying a layer of synthskin that flowed over her face, leaving her mouthless, with slightly widened nostrils and wide open unseeing eyes. It flowed over her scalp and around every single hair on her head. The final touch was the attachment of a pair of catlike ears atop of her head, a special kind developed by BBY due to high demand. With a bit training the wearer was able move the ears lifelike and allowed to hear with them if turned on.

The machine went down on her body slowly applying a layer of the synthskin to her skin before continuing. It pulled her arms on her back, pressing them tightly against her back, her palms firmly pressed against the back of her neck. A layer of the synthskin was applied, attaching the arms on her back. A few more layers were applied, leaving her looking like her amrs were amputated rather than bondaged to her back.

Her breasts were pushed upwards a bit and the machine pressed patches on her nipples, giving them a completely round look. Some spray here and there and they were firm, bouncable and held tight. Directly beneath her breasts the machine attached something else, a pair of artificial breasts of the same B to C size as her natural, later they would feel like real breasts for the wearer and everyone else.

Further down her waist was drawn together, giving her a wasp waist and on her back, just above the butt crack something else was attached, a four feet long cat tail, ending in a thick dildo. Like the cat ears or the pair of additional breasts, the tail would be movable with some training.

Going down still, the machine stretched Katrine and put a pair of thick vibrators into her sex and anus, before filling up both and smoothing both over.

The machine followed her legs and applied a layer of synthskin and stopped on her feet. It bend down the feet, holding them into a position like a ballet dancer. A solid version of synthskin was applied and stiffened her feet in that position, followed by a normal layer of synthskin.

The finishing touch all over was a final layer of black plastiskin, finally sealing Katrine into her suit and to her fate.

Warringer smiled as she looked at the bondaged catgirl sealed into plastiskin that looked like gleaming black latex and hanging inside the machine. She carefully helped her first toy out of the molder and placed her onto a couch in the restroom.

Katrine looked exactly like she did in Warringers imagination. She slowly patter her toys blonde hair and sighed happily. Taking out a small remote, she turned on the microphones of the ears, allowing Katrine to hear everything around her.

"Well, Kat," she said with a soothing and silky smooth, yet still dusky voice," I hope you don't mind if I call you Kat. Welcome to your new life as my toy. And before you make yourself any hope, everything I did to you is perfectly legal, since you were nice enough to sign the contract I gave to you today."

Warringer petted Katrine again.

"We will have much fun, Kat. I always wanted to have a cat. And I even have a nice drawer for you to sleep in."

Warringer chuckles and looked down on the still motionless catgirl, her finger hoovering over another button of the remote.

"But for now, have a nice beginning of our very special relationship."

Warringer pressed the button and the two vibrators inside of her came to life, very slowly stimulating Katrine.

"Have fun," Warringer said and left the room," I have some customers in the front."