Mad BBY Scientist 7

Warringer sighed as she looked at the molders and their process bars. The women inside were the seventh, eighth and ninth women who wanted this particular costume this week. And it was just Wednesday. Maybe she should make it one of the permanent costumes in the databank? Well, the local branch of the 'New Life' Restaurant, Cafe & Club chain had designed its own uniforms and the female only personal was required to sign a modified version of the infamous 'special contract' and wear the uniforms, removable only by BBY.

She breathed in deep and shook her head. It was surprising how women had flooded the 'New Life' after they had made their job offers. She had seen their website and the job offerings. They had been quite detailed and even included a very detailed description.

There were only two kinds of uniforms, the uniforms for the waitresses and the ones for the other personal. She turned to the screens in front of her and looked over the waitress uniform.

The uniform was a two piece, consisting of a full sealed latex bodysuit in light blue and an 'Anna Miller' style apron combined with a very skirt in light green. The apron was so short that it didn't really cover the crotch or the ass. The breasts were free dangling and had a good measure of bounce.

The body suit was special. It covered the whole body and was sealed to the body. The appearance of the face was equalized in a way that the faces looked all the same and the hair was transformed to a so what solid mass, like the hair that could be seen in most anime, while allowing individual hair styles. The arms were normal, letting the waitresses work normally. The chest, well, the uniform called for the breasts to be expanded to at least D-cup with the inscription of 'NEW LIFE' over them and the forename of the waitress beneath it in light green. The waist wasn't drawn in the slightest, but that had a good cause. The legs were looking longer than they actually were, thanks to compressing them so what and smoothly transiting into ballet heels of at least ten inches. Along the length of the legs the inscription 'NEW LIFE' in light green could be read

The really special thing was the crotch and ass area of the uniform. It called for a smooth expanse of the crotch and a small tap on the front. It was strange, but it lead to a small drink dispenser that was installed into the pussy of the waitress. It was consisting of a bag with a maximum filling of three liter water, a sheet for a can full of drink concentrate and maybe even carbonic acid and a small special cooling system that didn't cool the waitress with it. Those cans of concentrate were standardized and had the shape of a relative small dildo. When the waitress would fill a glass with the drink she carried, she would get aroused and sometimes even climax. Refilling of the water bag inside of her was relatively easy. The anus of the waitress was the refilling point and she had to sit down on a water tap. The tap would go a few inches inside her and lock onto small tubes that lead out of her ass and in to the pussy. To get the water into her bag she had to move her ass up and down until a vibrator deep in her ass told her that she was filled.

Warringer breathed out and wondered why those women let that do to themselves. This was a bit heavy, even for her.

She turned her face and looked at the other uniform.

The uniform resembled the one from a French maid but had definite influences of the 'Anna Miller' kind, as here too the breasts were free moving and accessable. The uniform was also a two piece with the full sealed latex body suit in light blue and the French maid uniform in the standard black and white.

The bodysuit was in essence the same as the one of the waitress uniform, even with the crotch drink dispenser, but the face was another one. The maid uniform was open in the front to allow the breasts spill out 'Anna Miller' style and the shoulder pieces fluffed out. After a few inches of three bodysuit, the arms are covered by fingerless gloves. The skirt of the maid uniform is, other than the waitress uniform, pulled upwards in the front and lowered down to her knees on the back, while a pair of 'stockings' are beginning on her ankles and reach up to her crotch.

Warringer slowly closed her eyes; the idea of those uniforms slowly grew on to her. Maybe she should visit the 'New Life' sometimes with Dao. As employee of BBY, who had made those uniforms possible, she could maybe get a discount. Who knew?