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Expansion Enterprises

Dave Ullmin headed to his desk for his first day of work at his new job; sales representative for Expansion Enterprises, a company for exotic merchandise. It certainly wasn’t what he’d gone to college for, but it was a small company with a high profit margin and great sales incentives. He probably wouldn’t go around with business cards at a family reunion or anything though, human slavery might be legal, but that didn’t make it popular. He reached his desk and spent the next half hour before his shift started organizing both his desk and his computer’s desktop. He was supposed to have orientation at nine with the only other sales representative in the company, after that it was just scientists and a few executives. A shadow crossed over him as he set up the last picture on his desk of his fiancé. Dave looked up to see Ben, the other sales rep, tying his tie while clamping his teeth on the rim of a Styrofoam cup of coffee since he had no free hands. Dave stood up and waited; once Ben was done he stuck out his hand which Ben shook warmly.

“Hey Dave! How’s it going? All ready I see huh?” Ben enthused as he pumped Dave’s hand. The two had met twice before at the two interviews he had.

“Oh yeah, you know it.” Said Dave, trying to match the enthusiasm.

“Awesome. OK, let’s go to the break room, we should be getting a delivery soon, I can go over a few things with you while we wait and you can grab some coffee if you want.”

“Sound good.” The two headed to the break area while Dave was scanning Ben for any negative feelings. He seemed genuine, but he was also a salesman, he might not like Dave potentially taking some business from him. But from what he knew, they were losing business because they didn’t have enough salesmen, so he should be OK. They reached the break room which was equipped with standard commissary vending machines that could pretty much prepare whatever you wanted. They grabbed a seat once Dave got his own coffee and Ben got a granola snack out of the machine.

“OK so today we’re supposed to have a shipment of two, but sometimes we get more than that. We have a standing order or two and then if we can’t fill those orders we go with what sells pretty well and put them on auction.” Ben paused a moment and seemed to size up Dave a bit. “You…don’t have a problem with that right? I mean you’re not squeamish are you?”

Dave shrugged and took a sip of his coffee. “Well, I have a reservation or two, but I’ll get over it, I mean it’s been going on since 2172, like thirty years now right? Something had to be done about the indigent population. But no, that shouldn’t be an issue.”

“Good. I mean it’s OK, you’ll probably have some issues here and there, it just takes some time to get over them. When you get your first big incentive check you’ll feel a lot better.” Dave doubted that but he could be right. “So anyway once they get here I’ll show you how we judge them and show you what happens to them. It’s good to know a bit of the process, people like to hear explanations about it, it impresses them when we let them know how we do what we do.”

“Sounds good.” They passed the time chatting about a few things until a beeping was heard from Ben’s belt.

“They’re here, let’s go.” Said Ben as he tossed his empty coffee cup into the bin and Dave did the same and followed him out the door. It was a short walk to the delivery area, along the way they picked up a security guard armed with a stun ray as was standard operating procedure. “Haven’t had an issue yet, but sometimes the subjects aren’t properly neuroed, and attempt to resist. Like I said it hasn’t happened yet, but other similar companies have had an issue or two and we learned from them.” They arrived at the small shipping and receiving area where a hover truck was pulling in and resting on the ground. Another security guard was already in here writing on his compboard which he handed to Ben as he and Dave walked in. Ben took it and countersigned under the guard’s signature and kept the board, scanning through the video displays till he got to the orders he was looking for. Once the hover truck had stopped moving the driver and an assistant got out and headed to a side door which slid open at the touch of the assistant.

Dave watched as the two delivery men reached into the bay of the truck and began guiding out some dazed and confused naked people. They only wore a metal ring around their neck and they blinked in the light as they were led out, otherwise they were unbound. The two security guards took the first person; a somewhat squat man, and stood him in front of the truck while the attendants took out the next one. This was a somewhat tall and lithe woman with a very attractive face. She seemed unconcerned that she was stark naked and made no efforts to cover herself; she mainly wore a stupefied expression as she was led to stand next to the man. The last one was brought out, another woman, not quite so attractive in the face, and a bit on the frumpy and over weight side. Dave was about to step forward, but Ben held out a restraining hand. “Let the security take it from here.” He whispered. The security guards then checked the metal rings on each of the naked people, and then checked the offered paperwork of the delivery men. Once that was done, they signed them and shook hands, exchanging a few pleasantries as they got into their truck and took off shortly after that. The security guards nodded after that.

“OK, we’re set. Come on let’s check the merchandise.” Said Ben as he almost skipped down the steps to the three waiting people. Dave followed less eagerly; he was having some feelings of regret, just as he knew he would. He still hadn’t even told his fiancé yet what he actually did. “C’mon.” said Ben as he reached the first one in line.

“OK, first thing’s first. We do a quick genetic scan. We have priority standing orders for a certain kind of genetic template. So if you ever find one, put any other orders on the back burner and fill that one in, company orders. And when you see the commission check for one of those you’ll agree.” Ben took what looked like a pen and pressed it against the arm of the man until it beeped and turned red after a few seconds. “Negative. Next.” He went to the pretty girl and pressed it against her arm and got the same result. “And the extra one.” He said as he pressed it to her arm as drool dropped off her lower lip. After a few seconds it beeped three times in triumph and made a green light instead of red. “Oh that is a beautiful sound!” said Dave. He checked again just to make sure and got the same result. “We really lucked out today. Like I said, we had two we were expecting…” he gestured to the man and woman. “But managed to get this extra one, this gold mine!” Dave was a little confused.

“How do they get an ‘extra’ one?” Ben held up a hand almost cutting off the question.

“We’ll go over that later.” He said, giving the slightest of gestures towards the guards, who were not actually employed by the company, but by the FSC, Federal Slavery Commission. “Ok let’s see what we got here.” He said turning back to the man and pressing a few buttons which caused a green laser scan to play over him. “OK Dave, here check this out. See how his legs are rather short? He’s also got decently long arms and a larger than average torso. These measurements confirm it. This guy has ‘clownball’ written all over him.” Said Ben as he pushed buttons on the compboard, entering the order. “We don’t have an order for that, but they sell pretty well, amusement parks like them as do catering companies. We’ll set him up for that, and because it’s an easy procedure we can see that today.” Dave had heard of clownballs, but never seen one to his knowledge. They stepped over to the next one.

“OK, with her we have all kinds of options. She has a nice figure.” He said as the laser scan did its job and Ben took an examining squeeze of one of her ripe breasts. This was clinical rather than perverted it seemed, like a doctor’s appraisal. “We can accentuate her quite a bit; go for the classic hour glass because she’s a bit thin. But I see other possibilities for her. This face is gorgeous.” He held up her chin and tilted her head side to side.

“Definitely.” Agreed Dave.

“I think we should do something really exotic with her though. Human furniture is selling well right now, I’m going to put an order in for a living beanbag, and see how that goes. We haven’t tried that one yet, it’s our newest product.” Dave raised an eyebrow at that, wondering what he meant exactly. “She’s going to need some preparatory surgery for that, so we’ll have her prepped. Should be ready tomorrow.” Ben motioned to the guards, one of whom stepped forward and took her by the arm, leading her out a side door.

“And now our lottery ticket. You picked a hell of a day to start working here Dave.” Said Ben, with just a touch of irony. Because he was training Dave, Ben would get 75% commission with Dave getting the other 25%. Dave gave a kind of nervous shrug but said nothing. “OK, with her we send out the feelers. She goes right to auction, while the last girl is going to be sold to a furniture retailer and the guy will get auctioned to entertainment companies. Her though.” He pointed at the frumpy young woman. “She goes on the universal auction. Anyone might want what we can do with her.” Dave didn’t understand. “I’ll tell you later, once the order gets made.” Said Ben as he punched a few keys on his compboard and then executed the order. “There! We should start getting bids soon. We’ll close the auction in two hours.” The other guard returned from the side door.

“Stay with her please. You, escort the man with us to bay 12 please.” Said Ben to the two guards. The guard ordered to stay behind took a seat by the door and pulled out a personal holo device to watch the news as he waited. The other guard took the man by the arm and easily guided him out another side door. “OK let’s go, you’re going to want to see this.”
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Old 07-24-2006, 09:50 AM   #2
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They all walked down a short hallway past a few numbered doors until they reached bay 12. Ben was eagerly watching the numbers race upwards on his compboard as people, governments and corporations were making bids for the frumpy woman back in the cargo bay. Once they were at bay 12 the guard opened the door and ushered the man in, followed by everyone else. Inside was a rather large sterile chamber with a bay door at the side. Ben checked a different page on his compboard. “Great! We have a buyer already for our clownball, and they sent the specifications.” A man in a lab coat was waiting in the room, holding what looked like a one piece uniform or coveralls. The guard took it from him and provided some help to the stupefied man in getting dressed, who seemed to have some ability to comprehend simple tasks like getting dressed. The uniform was plain white, but Dave could see that there were chromataform chemical tabs on it so it could be given different colors and styles. Once the man was fully dressed the scientist pressed a button on the collar and there was a slight hissing sound, but other than they didn’t see anything happen. He was completely covered from his chin down in the white outfit, his hands and feet covered as well.

“He’s sealed.” Was all the lab tech said.

“See we have to put him in one of these suits, it takes care of his bodily needs and since he’s going to be used for entertainment purposes…but not those kinds of entertainment purposes…if you get what I mean, he needs to be completely inaccessible. We’ll be giving him some standard treatments, he won’t need to excrete any more, or eat for that matter.” Dave nodded at that. Those treatments were pretty expensive and usually only given to people that had a job in hostile environments or on space platforms. “OK doc, take it away.” Said Ben to the lab tech.

“How big are we talking?” said the man as he opened a case which had needle-less injectors and various cartridges of drugs. He popped in one cartridge and walked over to the man and nonchalantly pressed it under his chin and thumbed the release, pumping painlessly whatever drugs were in that, probably the sanitation one. He was already changing cartridges and injecting him with the next one, the man never blinking or comprehending what was going on.

“Well let’s see. According to this…” he looked at the compboard again. “We want an extra 50% in diameter. He’s 5’10, so what is that? Almost 9 feet?”

“8 feet nine inches.” Said the lab tech with no emotion as he easily did the mental calculations. He injected a third time, and then went to his selection of drugs to get the right amount for his last one. The scientist took his time, measuring out the exact quantity he would need, and then inserted it into the injector. “Stand back please.” He said to Dave. Dave looked around somewhat embarrassed and realized that Ben and the guard had already stepped back. He took a quick step back with them as the tech approached and injected the man underneath his chin one more time and also stood back quickly.

For several moments nothing happened, all were quiet and expectant. The man stared forward slack jawed, unaware of what was going on and what was about to happen. Then they started to notice a bulge beginning in the man’s waist, like he was taking a deep breath, and there was also a strange gurgling coming from the man as he swayed a bit on his feet as the bulge grew larger and spread towards the rest of his torso.

“Neat isn’t it?” asked Ben to Dave. Dave’s jaw had dropped at the surreal sight of a man swelling up like a balloon, and neat wasn’t the word he’d use. But it was definitely fascinating. The swelling was going faster now and creeping around his torso so it wasn’t just a ponderous beer gut but his whole body that seemed to be swelling.

“Is…is that air?” asked Dave finally.

“No, more like a gel. It’s a specific morphic compound, it will retain solid and firm properties, but with the proper injections its consistency can change without changing its volume. That means it can change to a gaseous state, to a liquid or this firm gelatin state. We can also introduce gravitons to allow him to float like a balloon. The companies that buy these want different inflation options for their different attractions. The liquid consistency is popular for letting kids bounce on, while the gaseous inflation with floating properties makes for great advertising and thrill rides. For general purposes they usually keep it the solid gel and set him to auto roll around, amusement parks usually have a few of them on parade.” Said the lab tech who was looking at some readings on his own compboard. Dave looked over to Ben in disbelief, Ben raised his eyebrows as if to say ‘Pretty cool huh?’ and then went back to watching the display.

The man was swelling faster and faster, the widening torso was causing him to shift his legs to remain standing while his arms began to straighten out from his sides as they too began swelling from the shoulders first then down to the wrists. The torso was also becoming more and more round as it grew, eliminating the bulges that once defined him as a human being and making him more like a ball, a clownball. Ben was working on something with his compboard and taking quick glances up at the swelling man whose legs started swelling now as well and we’re being pushed further apart. At this point the guard stepped forward and placed steadying hands on what was once probably the man’s chest. This kept him more or less stable as he kept inflating. Not knowing what to do Dave stepped forward also to help or do something, at this point he just wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. The guard nodded “Thanks.” As Dave tentatively put his hands on the man. His body was soft and a little squishy initially, but he could feel it firming up as more and more gel was produced. The two of them helped keep the swaying man steady as his limbs were swelling up and merging with the massive ball shape his body was taking. Soon enough the man was no longer standing, but sitting on what could only be his rump, as his legs and arms were absorbed into his body up to the wrists and ankles. “OK he’s good, you can step back.” Said the guard. Dave did and was able to catch the last of the incredible show.

The man was completely ball shaped now. A head and hands and feet sticking out of a massive ball covered in white, that was what he was now. Now that the initial shape was achieved he continued to swell, past the confines of his starting height. He was also finalizing into a perfect spherical shape. The extra pressure of being inflated this much was causing his flattened rear that he was resting on to rise, despite all of the weight that was on it, yet the man stayed perfectly still after just a few wobbles.

“We injected gyroscopic liquid. It helps keep him upright and allows the client to use different modes of transportation on him without risk.” Said Ben once the man fully stabilized.

“That’s…neat…but what about his bones? Are they…”

“Stretching, yes. The arms, legs and spine. The clients like the image of a ball with human features, plus it makes for good costuming options.” The man was definitely taller than when he started as well as getting wider all over, a perfect sphere being over inflated. He kept increasing in girth until he was towering over them all with his ominous bulk, but finally stopped when his head was nearing the ceiling. They all stepped back again so they could take him all in as the lab tech scanned him with his laser scanner.

“Dimensions achieved.” He said once the scan was complete.

“What do you think huh?” said Ben. Dave stood there still uncomprehending.

“I mean this is…I… don’t” stammered Dave.

“No the costume. Here look.” Ben said, placing a hand on Dave and showing him what he had done on his compboard. Dave blinked a few times to clear his head and took a look. On the screen was your standard video dress up doll, he’d used one recently himself while picking out a tuxedo. But his showed a generic man without features, this was of a circle with head, hands, and feet. “Hit execute.” Said Ben. Dave did and the pattern appeared on the doll. It was a pretty classic clown outfit. The top half of the spherical doll was red with white polka dots, the bottom half was a bright blue. “Dave you’re not looking.” Said Ben.

“What? Oh.” Dave looked up to see that the man's coveralls were taking on the colors and patterns from what Ben had decided on. The shirt, or what would basically be described as a shirt was done first, from midway on up the cloth turned bright red, including the gloves over his hands. Once that was done white polka dots began appearing randomly throughout as well as two black lines extending over what were once his shoulders and terminating where the red shirt ended, Dave finally realized that the lines were supposed to be suspenders. Finally at the collar a comically large blue bowtie appeared. Beneath the red shirt, the bottom half turned bright blue and then began to show details such as a stretched out inseam, pockets (one with a red handkerchief sticking out), and patches in different parts. The last details were the shoes and gloves. The shoes were oversized and looked like mismatched bowling apparel. The gloves were yellowish and the fingers looked rather swollen.

“Pretty good huh?” said Ben proudly. Dave nodded in agreement, too flabbergasted to do much of anything else. “Of course the customer has the option of changing it to whatever they like, the chromataforms are easily programmable. We leave the details on the head and face to them also. They have their own ideas on what they want with that.”

Dave just stood there wondering what the hell he’d gotten himself into. The interviews had prepared him a bit, but in all honesty there was no way it could fully prepare him for something like this.

“Dave? You still with us? Hello?” Ben gently shook his shoulders and eased the compboard out of his hands. “OK Dave… come with me, we’ll give you the rest of the day off. There’s not much more to see here anyway.” Said Ben as he led him out of the room. Dave allowed himself to be led out as placidly as the clownball man had been led in.

“But…but…yeah... Yes, I could use that.” Stammered Dave as they headed to his desk.
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Great start! I can't wait to read more.

edit: Oops posted before that second part came up.
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When Dave went home that day, he wasn’t at all certain that he would be coming back the next day. What decided it for him was when he and his fiancé went over their wedding plans, still more than a year off, but definitely going to be expensive. He also saw the FSC in action on the news, rounding up the jobless and those with the least prospects. He loved his fiancé, but he knew that with her limited job skills, she would be a prime candidate for treatment like he saw today before too long if she wasn’t with him, and if he didn’t have the high paying job he just got. He returned to work the next day, despite the dreams he had of huge clownballs with his fiance’s face on top rolling him over and flattening him like a pancake.

Ben came over to Dave’s desk shortly after 9, cheery as he was yesterday. “Hey buddy? How you doing? I’m glad you made it back, and not just to clean out your desk.” He joked. “But seriously, this job can be a little rough, especially on new guys. My first time I threw up and fainted, can you believe it?” Dave didn’t believe him, but the gesture did make him feel a bit better.

“Yeah, it just became…a bit too real you know? I mean I read some of the material, you hear about these…people…but I guess it takes some getting used to.”

“Exactly. But I have some news that will cheer you up. Here’s the commission we got just on that one jackpot yesterday. The auction closed at 11:30 and the offers were pouring in!” He handed Dave the compboard to show the numbers on it. Dave’s jaw dropped.

“Is…is that…?!” he stammered.

“That’s just your 25%. Christmas came early huh?” crowed Ben as he looked over Dave’s shoulder.

“My God! You weren’t kidding about this! My fiancé is going to go crazy! Is that what they normally go for?!”

“That was a bit higher than usual, mainly because we haven’t gotten one in awhile. But the other sales went well too. Here. Let’s check out the bean bag, they’re about to start on her.” Ben held out his hand to take back the compboard. Dave was in shock more than he was yesterday, with that commission alone he made more than six months’ salary on his last job, and that was only 25%! He was definitely feeling a bit better about his job now, picturing the additions they could put on their house with it as well as flying in the relatives for the wedding his fiancé was bugging him about.

“I meant to tell you about the ‘extras’ yesterday. The FSC has several rules, specifically we can only pick up indigent citizens, we can’t go hunting for genetic templates and capturing them. When extras are brought in that can arouse suspicion, I mean it’s not like the perfect specimen was just simply waiting to be caught.”

“Wait you mean…” Started Dave. But Ben waved him off.

“I mean, that we have every reason to trust implicitly that the capture teams we employ are acting in full compliance with FSC regulations, and that their paperwork confirms that our Jane Doe jackpot was indigent at the time of her capture.”

“Other than that, we don’t ask questions. Get it?” concluded Ben after what seemed like a very official sounding answer. Dave had the feeling he should memorize it in case he was ever asked.

“Got it.” Said Dave as they arrived at a door similar to Bay 12 from yesterday, this was 17 though.

They went in to a virtual identical room except there was a table in the center and the tall beautiful girl was on it. Or what Dave thought was the tall girl.

Dave had an initial stab of panic and disbelief, in his first few seconds it looked like just the girl’s head was on the table, but after rubbing his eyes he could see that her head was on top of some kind of pinkish looking cloth. Finally he couldn’t decide what he was looking at and had to rely on Ben and the lab technician from yesterday who walked in after them.

“OK, I’ll admit this looks weird. Doc could you explain what was done to her?”

“Certainly.” said the lab tech as he walked up to her and picked up some of the loose laying material to show it to the two of them. To Dave’s shock the material was hand shaped!

“Come closer please.” He said as he placed the hand down, and Dave walked forward with a little nudging from Ben to see what was on the table. The girl had been reduced to just her head attached to an empty bag of skin in the shape of her body. The girl’s eyes were still moving around and blinking, and her lips were moving but no sound was coming out. She didn’t look panicked or anything, just that calm passivity from yesterday. “OK, we attached several micro organs at the base of her neck, this will supply blood and oxygen to the brain, we then removed all of the organs and muscle and skeletal structure below the neck, just keeping the nerves in the epidermis so she has some sensation, keeps the brain from atrophying. Feel her.”

“No..I…I” began Dave. The labtech took his hand and placed the sleeve of the girl’s arm into it. The skin was cool and smooth, and felt a touch unreal. He dropped it in disgust.

“That’s the stain proof and puncture proof layer we spray on to keep her sealed and protected. Without blood pumping through her she’ll usually be a little cool, or at least room temperature.”

“Oh God! How the hell can this be done?” shouted Dave as he staggered back from the table. The lab tech raised his eyebrow at this, but Ben nodded to him ‘Everything is cool.’

“It’s just a procedure Dave, surgery and nanotech advancements can do all kinds of things. Just take it easy Dave. This seems a bit weird I know, but believe me, there are other companies, just as legal, that do a lot worse. Take it easy, come on back, let’s see what else is going to happen here.” The lab tech had gone to a small aperture in the wall and attached a tube to it which ended in a stiff chrome pipe.

“OK, if you’ve gotten that out of your system, let me continue.” Dave frowned at that, their callous attitude was really getting to him. “We have several bladders in her that we inflate separately to get the right texture and shape. The purchaser can later make changes as they need, an adjustment here and there if they want. The first is we need a base, this kind of furniture is supposed to be a bit more upright than your average bean bag chair.” With that he handed the pipe to Ben and took the woman’s head and lifted her off the table. “Come here.” Dave hesitated. “Yes you, come here, hold her like this.” The man said as he held her head about 3 feet off the ground, her flaccid body draped on the ground. Dave didn’t want to, but he carefully held out his hands and took her by the head. The lab tech then straightened out her empty skin so it was more or less facing the right direction in a kind of sitting position. Dave noticed with some embarrassment that the girl’s genitals were exposed and shaved and so far there was no mention or what looked like intention of covering her the way they had the man yesterday.

“Yeah, this kind of exotic furniture has…multiple uses…very popular among single guys and at college dorms and fraternities.” Said Ben as he noticed where Dave was looking. “Perfectly legal I assure you.” Added Ben with a slight flush of embarrassment when he saw Dave’s horrified expression. “She’s sealed and sterilized, and um…all orifices are perfectly…heheh…usable. Heheh.” Ben laughed nervously as he revealed those little details. “Male bean bags are popular too among the ladies, I mean we can easily accommodate their needs too…”

“Thanks Ben, I got it.” Dave finally said. The lab tech took back the pipe from Ben and asked Dave to hold her steady. From there he opened the girl’s mouth and began looking inside with a light at the end of the pipe.

“There we go.” He said after finding what he was looking for. He thrust the pipe in after that and almost jarred the head out of his hands which earned him another annoyed look from the labtech. Once the pipe looked like it was well down her throat and Dave could see a bulge protruding just under the back of the girl’s neck, the tech hit the button on the pipe. Immediately the loose skin began stiffening down a straight line of the girl’s back and traveled down to her buttocks and seemed to collect there.

“This starts as a liquid, and then once it’s all pumped in well set a bit. We’ll fill her bottom up first and then leave some in the channel up her back, that way the chair is mostly upright but with flexibility. Gives it a basic framework.” Said Ben as they watched the girl’s progress as she was inflated. Her hips and buttocks swelled and rose as the fluid filled the empty bladders within her. The labtech seemed to be humming as he did his job, but Dave was struck with fascination at it. Her base was growing wider and wider as well as rising a bit, but nothing else on her was taking any shape. Her hips didn’t rise much, but they kept getting wider until they were well past where they started at. “We need to make her wide enough for a variety of…customers.” Said Ben. The slight weight of her head was getting less, and Dave realized that the fluid in her was stiffening up just as they said, and in doing so was supporting the weight of her skull.

“Almost there.” Said the labtech as he appraised her progress. “There.” He reached his fingers into her mouth to detatch the pipe and seal the bladder’s opening. “This is the only chamber that the customer’s don’t have the ability to change. Federal rules; furniture like this needs to have a base and spine. Give it a few more seconds to set and you can let go.” Said the labtech as he went back to the wall and attached the tube and pipe to a different aperture. When he returned he nodded to Dave to let go. Dave didn’t at first but a repeated nod got him to cautiously remove his hands, leaving the girls head bobbing slightly on the hardened fluid spine she had just been given. If he thought the clownball transformation was surreal, this truly boggled his mind. Her bottom was wide and flat, and her head rose from her empty sac of a body like a grotesque flagpole. All the while the girl looked placidly around, her lips murmuring something no one could understand.

“OK phase 2, go ahead. Show him what we’re going to fill her up with.” Said Ben. The labtech placed his hand over the end of the pipe and pressed the button briefly and showed what came out. They looked like 3 or 4 small white beads.

“Reactive foam microbeads. They’ve got mini receivers in them, and if you give them the right signal” he nodded to Ben who pushed a button on the compboard he had with him. “The beads respond.” The beads in his hand swelled up quickly to about three times their size. “They keep a soft foam texture, but can also be made more like a jelly filled sac if that’s what they want. Using a remote you can get exactly the kind of resilience and firmness you want, and they can also vibrate, heat and cool themselves. It’s a great accessory.” The labtech put the beads in his pocket and went to the girl’s head again to open her mouth and find the right bladder. “We do the limbs first. In some cases the customer requests that there be no limbs, but for the most part they want them.” He said as he finally found the right nozzle buried in her throat. He clicked the button on the tube and stood upright to watch the progress.

First the right arm sleeve and then the left began to twitch and move as the tube made a gentle whirring, like a muted vacuum. Initially they mainly stirred and twitched as the microbeads flowed into them, but soon they started to take on their original shape as more and more material was pumped in. The lab tech reached down and straightened the hands and fingers so they would also get inflated and soon her arms looked…almost normal again. The arms were rising due to the firmness of the inflation, and took on the somewhat natural curve of a regular human arm, extended almost as if hugging someone. “We use slightly firmer material in the hands and fingers, it allows them to grip something placed in them. Great for drinks and remotes.” Said the labtech.

“I heard that guys use them for a few other reasons also.” Said Ben with a slight snort. Neither Dave or the labtech commented at that as the arms were inflated just a bit past their starting thickness from yesterday, to a bit extra plumpness. He stopped the pumping and tested the resiliency of the arms and pumped a few more quick blasts into her before sealing the nozzle and withdrawing the pipe.

“You can buy more microbeads and the pumping mechanism at the store you buy this model from, but this here is good. Now the legs.” Said the labtech as he fumbled around in her mouth for the next nozzle. A few seconds later he turned the pump on again and they watched as the girl’s legs begin to rise and plump from the inflation. Her emptied chest rumbled a bit as the beads flowed down the tubes under her skin to their destination. Her legs quickly straightened out with feet and toes pointing upwards as the beads took up the empty space. Again they were allowed to get to their previous thickness and width and then a bit more, ‘Probably to offer a more comfortable seat’ thought Dave, and then shuddered at the thought, he was already starting to sound like these two guys. The labtech felt the thighs and then gave her a few more seconds of inflation before finally stopping. At this point the girl looked truly ridiculous, a girl with a wide and flat bottom, upright spine, plump and puppet like arms and legs and a virtually empty middle.

“Almost done.” Said Ben as the tech looked around in her mouth again for the final nozzle implanted in her throat. He found it and began pumping again. The results were not as immediately apparent as when the limbs were done, there was more space to fill. It started from the bottom up though. The tops of her thighs and her lower abdomen were the first to start bulging, but soon that bulging started to creep upwards to shape the rest of her torso.

Unlike the clownball from yesterday, she kept a somewhat womanly shape rather than becoming a ball. She was a large woman, no doubt, but she was maintaining some of the natural curves she was endowed with, they were just getting far more stretched out as she kept getting filled up. Her waist and upper torso were now being evenly inflated, and she was already wider than her generous bottom and was pushing her arms further out from her as she increased in girth. Her breasts were filling on their own as well, but not taking large proportions, merely they were another part of the empty chamber to be filled.

“The boobs have their own section on the remote, some want them big for looks or they like them bigger for pillows. Others could go either way. But it’s definitely an option that our customers approve of.” Said Ben.

She continued getting larger and larger until she was easily twice as wide as she was yesterday and more. Now her skin was looking full, but wasn’t firm looking, a proper texture for a beanbag perhaps. The tech kept going until she was almost three times as wide and finally stopped, pulling out the tube. “There. Try it out. See what you think.” He said to Dave.

“What? Oh…no I mean...”

“Dave, quality control means knowing our product. I understand if you don’t want to take one home to the little woman, but you can’t be going around being afraid or disgusted of what we sell, customers can see that. Now sit down, give her a try.” It was obvious Ben was trying to toughen him up a bit. Dave gulped and wiped his sweaty palms on his pants before letting out a resigned sigh and stepping into position in front of her. He looked back to make sure he was lowering himself in the right position and almost stopped when he saw those eyes looking at him along with her murmuring lips. Finally gravity took over and he more or less flopped into her, grabbing her offered arms for stabilization. She made a muffled WHOOF noise as he settled his weight into her, but she didn’t tip over as he was initially worried she might do, instead he sunk into her cool plastic like skin, and couldn’t help but enjoy the soft comfort she provided. “Put your feet up.” Said Ben, and so Dave did, which cause him to further sink into her since he was no longer supporting any of his weight. “What do you think?”

Dave had to think about it a moment, but he had to admit this was incredibly comfortable. “It’s…it’s weird, but it is very comfortable.” He finally said.

“Isn’t it? We make beds also. OK, come on, we’re done here; I want to show you the last treasure. Catch you later.” Said Ben to the labtech as he reached down and helped Dave out of the human chair. They walked out of the room and Dave took one last look back and wished he hadn’t; he caught just a glimpse of the labtech unzipping his fly. Apparently he had to test all aspects of quality control.
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They went to the cargo bay from there and through one of the remaining adjoining doors. As Dave recalled these were storage areas for specialized equipment and such. They passed through the first bay and into the next when Ben indicated they were there. The room was empty except for a huge amber colored but transparent plastic sphere off to the side surrounded by computer equipment with another labtech checking readings off of it.

“We use this room because the roof is retractable. We’ve already got her started.” Ben said pointing inside the hollow sphere, which had to be 20 feet across. Dave followed where he was pointing and saw that the frumpy woman was inside the sphere, suspended by some cables and tubes that were attached to her head and face. By the way she languidly floated Dave assumed that the sphere was filled with water or liquid. She was still naked and Dave also saw that there seemed to be some kind of black substance smeared on her face.
“OK Ben, I’m curious, what are we doing with her? This doesn’t seem to be some kind of gigantic sex toy or anything…but at this point I’m ready to believe anything.”

“Ha! Good one buddy. Let me go over what’s going on here. See, the genetic template she has is why she’s so valuable. Her body can become bigger, fatter really, without limit. Not that her genetic template alone allows that of course, but it allows us to use all of our different medications and techniques. We can make your average person weigh a few tons, that’s not so tough. But she can get truly massive! Frankly we’re not sure what the upper limit is.”

“So…we’re simply going to make her really….really fat?” Dave paused for a bit, this wasn’t causing him the shocked disbelief the way other two did. He was mainly having a hard time understanding why that was worth so much. “OK Ben, so someone is willing to pay all that cash for a fat woman? I don’t get it.”

“Not just a fat woman, we can easily supply fat women. She can get bigger than any of them though. But you’re right, if that was all she was, we wouldn’t have gotten so much, sure she’d be worth a bit, there’s people that would pay for a woman they could fatten up to any size. But it’s not just the size that makes her special. We’re going to turn her into a living battery.”

Dave looked at Ben quizzically again. “What?” he finally said.

“That’s right; we’ve already made some fundamental changes in her fat cells. For starters they multiply quicker and easier and more often, plus they can get a lot bigger. That fluid she’s floating in is basically designed to be absorbed right through the skin and into her fat cells. It goes a lot faster than force feeding her. We also put nano technology into her fat cells. They’re called nanochondria. They’re artificial mitochondria, the cellular organ that creates energy? These nanochondria take the chemical energy in the fat cells and convert it into electrical energy, from there you have to merely put her into a special conductive chamber and collect the electricity.”

Dave looked at the elaborate set up, the woman floating unaware in the sphere not realizing what was intended for her. “That seems like a lot of work to produce a little power.”

Ben smiled in triumph. “Who said it’s a little power? We’re talking about the equivalent of a class 1 fusion reactor when she’s in the smaller stages. Plus it’s clean, efficient, and has no side effects should something go wrong. She can’t meltdown or explode in other words. Think about this. Each one of her fat cells will be a generator on a cellular level. That doesn’t sound like much, but when you consider how many billions of fat cells she’ll have, each swollen with chemical energy. She’s perfect!”

“But…if she’s so good why aren’t there more reactors like her?” asked Dave. This still sounded too weird to be believed.
“Who says there aren’t? You’re just going by the assumption that power stations aren’t using someone like her right now. But you haven’t seen inside them have you? You’ve just become part of a well kept secret Dave. As many as 8% of power stations are in reality one of these. That’s here on Earth, but in space, on orbital platforms and colonized worlds, it’s more like 70%. They’re just so much more efficient, safer, and cleaner. The biggest problem is due to cloning laws, the anti-genetic tampering laws and FSC regulations, there’s no way they can be mass produced. We just have to get lucky and find one, despite the demand. And because it’s so secret we can’t advertise for volunteers for it either.”

“Who the hell would volunteer for this?” asked Dave as he tried to wrap his brain around this latest bit of info. He took a more studious look at the future living battery, she did seem a bit plumper than yesterday, but that could be from the sphere and liquid inside it playing tricks on him.

“You’d be surprised. Someone with a family that’s heading for indigency status could sell herself (to date we’ve found no males with the genetics), and her family and future generations would be set. Alright, she’s going to be in there the rest of the week and then we’ll be ready to deliver her on Saturday, so expect to come here for the delivery. As she gets bigger, her surface area will increase; allowing her to absorb more and more, her fat cells will swell and multiply faster. So she’s starting slow now, but she’ll be moving along in just a few days. Hey!” he called to the labtech. “I want security on the door and one of you in here 24/7. If anything, I mean anything starts going wrong with her, you let me know. I don’t care what time it is, got me? She is priority #1 right now, understand?” the labtech merely nodded and went back to his computer read outs. “Dave, check on her every day, get the lab results if there’s anything new to report OK? I’m going to be a bit busy otherwise I’d do it myself.”

“Sure Ben.” Said Dave as he followed him out the door, taking one last look.

There were no other cargo deliveries that day, the bean bag was merely boxed up and sent through ordinary mail to its destination. Dave didn’t want to know where she was headed. Dave spent the remainder of his day going over some of the various options they had to offer the customer. He really wished he’d known more about this before he took the job, and especially before he saw how much money there was to be made through this.

The next day he checked on the woman shortly after he got to the office. There was a dramatic change in her already. She was easily twice as big as she was yesterday. Her body was bloated and swollen all over; she was literally like a sponge, every portion of her thickened and fatter. Her face was the only thing that remained unchanged. Dave went to the labtech to see if he had anything to report.

“She’s right on schedule; she went in at 160 and is 307 now. There have been a few electrical discharges, so she’s already producing a charge. There’s one, look!” said the tech and turning Dave so he could look at the woman again. Sure enough, there was a small blue arc of electricity playing off the nipple of her engorged right breast. It lasted only a few seconds and was gone. Dave was starting to see that Ben was right. If she was making that at only this size…when she became truly huge she’d be incredibly powerful.

“What’s that stuff on her face?” asked Dave. He meant to ask Ben yesterday about the black stuff smeared on her face, but he’d forgotten once her fate was revealed.

“It keeps her face from absorbing the stuff. She could literally suffocate if her face got too swollen, that’s the only part we make sure doesn’t get any bigger.”

“Umm…could you tell me something?” asked Dave with a bit of hesitation.

“Shoot.” Commented the tech as he turned a dial. Dave could see it was a valve to add more of this fluid to the sphere.

“Do they…I mean…these people…what’s going on in their head?” This was the one subject that Dave had been least willing to approach, mainly because the implications were probably the most disturbing. The labtech stopped what he was doing for a bit as he thought of what to say.

“Do you really want to know? I mean if you do, I can give you some FSC literature regarding the Neuro process they use. Me? I don’t want to know. I asked the same question when I first came here and got the same answer.” Dave and the tech paused quietly as they looked up at her. “I can bring those files up real quick.” The tech finally said.

“No…that’s OK. I…uh…think I’ll be better off not knowing. OK, well if there’s nothing else to report I’ll be on my way. Let us know if anything goes on.” Dave said as he headed for the door.

“Will do.” Came the noncommittal reply.

The next day when Dave checked on her he was shocked to see how much she’d grown. She was a bloated, floating ball of flesh. Her fat had accumulated in rolls and sheer massiveness. Arcs of electrical energy were often crackling across her body, seeping though the folds of her skin, and arcing off her mammoth breasts. The same labtech was there as yesterday. He was reading off his portable Internet connection and looked up as Dave walked in.

“She’s really something huh? Just chugging along now. She’s a fifth the size of the tank, and weighs 978 pounds. She’s gaining by the minute, you can almost see her put it on.” Said the tech as he stood up to give Dave the report he had prepared.

“My God! She’ll fill up the entire tank at this rate!” said Dave as he saw the reports of projected growth.

The tech looked at him a little strangely. “Well yeah…that’s the whole idea. That tank is a hyperspeed life pod. Made of the same stuff you get into when you want to travel at 2/3rd light speed. We need to make sure she takes up every cubic centimeter so that she’s properly cushioned for the trip. She’s going to a space station in the 3rd quadrant.”

“Geez.” Was all Dave could say as he walked out with the report taking return looks at the bloated woman.

Dave came back again the next day and his jaw almost hit the floor. She was easily bigger than the clownball man from the other day, but not as round and uniform in shape. Dave couldn’t even guess at her weight, but she was taking up half the tank or more at this point. A living blimp floating lazily along. Her limbs were almost indistinguishable from the gigantic sphere of her body; the extreme weight gain seemed to be drawing them into her body. The folds and rolls were starting to disappear also, just basically pushed out by her inflating form. Electricity constantly was crackling around her, but she didn’t seem to care.

“More than 3 tons.” Said the tech before Dave could ask. “That’s about the limit we could make on a normal person. Their body just rejects all the various treatments we can use on her.” He handed Dave his report.

“How much is she going weigh when we deliver her?” asked Dave as he went through the charts and data.

“We need to get a weight minimum of 24,000 pounds. Otherwise there could be some space in the sphere and she could shift a bit.”

“Good God! 12 tons! You gotta be kidding me!”

“Nope, not kidding. She’s really trucking along now. We’ll hit that weight easy; she’s got two more days. By tomorrow she’ll be almost filling the tank, and then we just have to keep stuffing her.”

Dave watched her for a few more minutes as she spun in lazy circles, arcing large sparks of electricity.

“Why is she sparking like that? Can’t you turn it off?”

“Yeah, but it’s best to leave her ‘on’. She doesn’t get a chance to build up a huge charge this way. Her trip will be only a few days, during that time we’ll send a signal to the nanochondria to shut down. Once they turn her back on though she’ll pack a hell of a wallop. From there she’ll pretty much always be on. But at her current rate of discharge she could power this building and the ones next to us.”

“This is just too much.” Muttered Dave as he headed back to his desk.

The tech wasn’t exaggerating, she almost did fill the entire 20 foot wide tank by the time he came back to check on her. A kind of countdown was displayed on the screen readout, indicating she was 17,345 pounds, and gaining. There was perhaps inches of space between her and any part of the tank at this point. Her head was guided up towards the top of the tank, where a special nodule was waiting to cradle her head when she truly filled the sphere out. There were no more folds on her body, she had filled them all out, no more wrinkles or creases really either. Her body was lumpy and bloated in the extreme, but almost as round as the clownball, but his was attained by a special program and the suit he wore, she was achieving that shape by sheer staggering size.

“Oh you just missed Ben!” said the tech as he put down his lunch. “By tomorrow morning at 5:30 AM she should be done, and they’ll pick her up at 9, Ben wanted to make sure you got here on time to see them take her.” Dave had to be handed the daily report, he was simply too stupefied by her size. It was impossible to believe she was human and not some kind of nightmare creation of his mind. “Yeah she’s something huh?” he said with obvious pride.

Dave left without saying a word; this was getting to be too much for him. He kept repeating a mantra of “Commission, commission, commission” whenever he started to think too much about it. He couldn’t wait till she was gone.

He arrived just at 9, he was going to claim traffic held him up a bit in the hopes of missing the delivery. But there was no such luck; Ben was already on the phone with him telling him to head to the bay.

Ben and the labtechs and security guards were in the bay, which had been decorated in a kind of ‘Bon voyage’ theme, and there were breakfast treats and punch available. The weight on the readout said 25,678 pounds, well past the minimum. Inside the sphere no features could be discerned. It might have just been filled with some kind of solid pinkish foam; literally every inch of it was taken up by the enormous body of the woman.

“Dave! Thought we were going to miss you! I told the people that we just had to make a few more preparations so we could buy you some time. Wouldn’t want to miss this right?” said Ben as he handed him a glass of punch.

“Thanks Ben.” Said Dave over the stab of guilt that was wrenching his guts right now. They all gathered around the sphere, she was no longer arcing electricity, just basically stuffed into a 20 foot sphere that as hard to believe as it was, was too small for her at this point. Dave saw something strange a bit more than halfway up the sphere; it looked like 3 or 4 little pink disks or something. “What are those?” asked Dave, thinking that they might be part of the sphere’s mechanisms or something.

Ben and the others looked up at first not seeing it, until Dave pointed to them and the tech finally saw what he meant.

“Oh those! Those are her fingernails. Yeah, her hands are so swollen she technically doesn’t have fingers any more. I mean she still has the bones of course.” Dave sighed and set his punch down and repeated his mantra. There was a loud beeping from above and light started to flood in from one side. Looking up they could see the ceiling was retracting. When it was fully retracted a ship was seen hovering overhead.

The guards at this point ushered everyone back so the ships tractor beam would be able to haul her out. There was a low pitched electric hum, but no light show or anything. Papers and streamers that had been attached to the sphere began to flutter in a breeze that no one could feel and suddenly the sphere lifted itself off the ground as if it were just a soap bubble and not a 13 ton woman. Dave waved half heartedly as the others blew horns and threw streamers up towards her, trying to get them caught in the invisible tractor beam. Once she cleared the ceiling it retracted back into position.

“OK great work guys, I’m glad you could make it on your day off. Just clean up here and you can go home. We’re supposed to have a new shipment on Monday.” Ben took Dave by the arm to lead him out as the guards and techs started straightening up the bay.

Something was bothering Dave, aside from the fact that he had just helped turn a woman into a 13 ton battery. “Ben, why did we have to fatten her up here? Wouldn’t it have been easier to just send her to wherever she’s going and then fatten her up?”

“Oh they will.” Said Ben as they reached Dave’s desk. Dave stopped picking up the brief case he was reaching for.

“What do you mean they will? They’re not done with her yet?!” asked Dave, astounded.

“No, no, she’s not even really in Phase 1 yet. The storage unit they have for her is so huge if they put her in as a normal sized woman she’d likely get lost. We needed to give her a decent start so they had something to work with. Once they get her installed in it, they’ll fill it up with more of that stuff she’s been absorbing all week. In about a month she’ll be able to go online and actually supply power. That’s Phase 1.” Dave’s chin was just above his chest at this point.

“How many phases are there?” he finally stammered.

“Theoretically? 5. No one has gotten anyone bigger than Phase 3 though. Our little jackpot though, she’s headed for a Megastation, they plan to fill the core of a station the size of a moon with her. They’re going to flood her with gravitons also so she can help supply gravity. She might get to Phase 5. She’ll at least make it to Phase 4 I’d say.”

Dave couldn’t take any more. He picked up his brief case and headed out chanting ‘Commission, commission, commission’ as he did so.

“See you Monday Dave!” Ben called after him.
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Huh, I thought for sure with the mention of his wife being indigent material, and the discussion about them just assumign all slaves were captured under legal circumstances I thought for sure Dave's wife to be was going to go missing only to turn up at expansion enterprises with the perfect genetic make up for one of those batteries or something on a day dave takes off to work with the police about his missing fiance. knowing with the money they make off them, Ben would send her straight to the fattening process without realizing who it is or telling dave until he saw for himself.
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Huh, I thought for sure with the mention of his wife being indigent material, and the discussion about them just assumign all slaves were captured under legal circumstances I thought for sure Dave's wife to be was going to go missing only to turn up at expansion enterprises with the perfect genetic make up for one of those batteries or something on a day dave takes off to work with the police about his missing fiance. knowing with the money they make off them, Ben would send her straight to the fattening process without realizing who it is or telling dave until he saw for himself.

Now that would be mean! I would never write something so mean.
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part 2 perhaps?

Probably not a part 2 of this one, right now I'm mainly trying to get the motivation to continue Heavy Debt. However there are often similar themes in my stories (the future where corporations and the rich buy slaves for their amusement). So you'll likely see more of this kind of thing.
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