Made to Order

William waited in Lydia’s office attempting to suppress his impatience. He didn’t think Mr. Vasquez would be irritated if Lydia kept him occupied with something necessary, but sitting around waiting didn’t seem necessary. William also didn’t like for his own time to be wasted, but he couldn’t do much other than wait. Complaining to Mr. Vasquez would be suicide and complaining to Lydia would only earn more of the woman’s scorn. If he had a friend, William might complain to them, but the job left little time for things like friendships or sleep. Perhaps, he thought, I should have been taking a nap this whole time.

As the idea caused the bucket of coffee in his body to vibrate more intensely, the office door opened and Lydia entered. Behind her came Michelle, William’s counterpart in the Vasquez enterprise. He was Mr. Vasquez’s body man, and Michelle did the same for Mrs. Vasquez. Lydia hired them both and managed them through their first year before letting them off the leash to see if they would sink or swim. William interacted with Michelle in a professional sense, primarily to schedule time for the husband and wife to see one another. The extremely rich and powerful even needed to schedule time for sitting quietly with one another, and “bonding” of course, that being Michelle’s choice of code word for scheduling sex. The first word anyway. Over the past months, they’d developed a code of normal words for lewd acts. After a few times, putting a blowjob on the schedule as “Banter w/ Lucille” seemed about as romantic as anything else. It helped desensitize William when he and Michelle waited outside of the hotel door per the Vasquez’s instruction while the banter happened. Mrs. Vasquez walked out exactly on schedule, asked Michelle for a bottle of water and fresh lip balm, and they trotted off down the hall.

Michelle closed the door and sat down beside William. She didn’t smile at him or greet him in any way. Their jobs required them to be something other than people in many ways. At their most successful, they were nothing more than tools or pieces of the room. In that role, they could move seamlessly between the protocols to ensure their employers were comfortable. They weren’t responsible for any of the business or managing of money or anything external to the Vasquezes. It made for a grim social life, but with Michelle, William thought they at least had a professional respect for the others’ ability to ignore normal social interactions.

Lydia, too, treated them like part of the environment more than humans. The black haired woman led the so-called domestic arm of the Vasquez empire. She handled all the personal accounts, holdings, and private relationships such as household staff or bodymen like Michelle and William. Neither of them had gleaned a single personal detail about the woman despite spending a great deal of time with her. The Vasquezes didn’t treat Lydia like a piece of furniture, but they didn’t treat her like an employee either. If anything, they seemed a little wary of Lydia, and it wasn’t hard to wonder why. She knew where all the bodies were buried, so to speak, and perhaps literally as well. Her knowledge aside, she was a hard woman to look in the eye. She possessed a unique stare which conveyed instantly an intense desire to have already resolved whatever topic the conversation happened to be about and that if it didn’t resolve soon, it would not have a happy ending.

After looking at a few items on her desk, she leveled that same stare at the two across from her. “You’re being promoted,” she said.

William didn’t know what to do. He didn’t react. Neither did Michelle. Lydia kept looking at them, and she seemed to want them to respond. Unwilling to remain in a game of silent waiting, William asked, “Promoted to what?”

Lydia continued as though she’d merely been waiting for a prompt. “Your employment up until now has been a trial run. Mr. and Mrs. Vasquez have been thoroughly pleased with your performance and are offering you a permanent and fixed position within their house. You will be moved into the Belmont House and service them from there in any fashion that they require. If you accept that is, and if you believe the two of you can continue working together with a more involved relationship. This is the one area your employers have not particularly explored. They are pleased with each of you as respective extensions of their person, but it is a concern that these extensions may not function in unison and cause discord. Do either of you believe that will be a problem?”

Again, silence filled the room. William stole a quick glance at Michelle right as she did the same thing. Having shown doubt, she apparently felt obligated to voice their concern. “Are you asking if we can work together? We have been working together this entire time. William is the only person I speak with on a regular basis other than Mistress.”

Hearing the word always caused a small twinge inside William’s head. He called Mr. Vasquez “sir” but the word functioned without any other connotation. Mrs. Vasquez’s choice of “mistress” always raised at least one eyebrow when those outside of the household heard Michelle use it. Lydia, though, didn’t notice, “I am asking if each of you believes yourself compatible to the other. This is a long term contract, and you will be engaged in the most intimate management of your employers lives. Is there any reason that you two would not be suited to assume these positions?”

“No,” William said, confidently. Michelle echoed him a half second later. He had no idea what he was being asked, but when Lydia wanted an answer, it was better for everyone to give it to her. Besides, what more could the Vasquezes expect of their bodymen. They’d even seen each other naked. It happened at an exclusive resort. The Vasquezes went for a steam and insisted both Michelle and William accompany them. They also insisted on going in without towels. Though it terrified William at the time, he’d gone along with it. Other than an initial shock of seeing his employer’s wife and her chief servant completely naked, it was a very sterile atmosphere. Michelle and William sat in opposite corners, offering any information asked of them while their bosses discussed an upcoming art exhibition.

“Good,” Lydia said. She took a key from her pocket and opened her lower desk drawer. After pressing a hidden button, the top drawer clicked open. William had seen this trick before, but doubted more than ten others in the world knew about it. The secret drawer was where Lydia kept things of arcane importance. From within, she drew out a small envelope. Snapping open the tape which held it closed with a fingernail, she slid out two white cards and put them on the far side of her desk. “Go to the address. Tell the woman at the front your name. Everything else will be taken care of.”

Lydia returned the hidden drawer to its catch, closed the lock, and left the room without another word. William watched her go, but Michelle kept examining the card. “They’re the same,” she said. “Why give us two if they were exactly the same?”

“A ticket, possibly,” William said. “I have the Rolls Royce. I assume Edgar dropped you off?”

“Walked, actually.”

“Then I’ll drive.”

The building proved difficult to enter. The building itself was entirely evident and while many apparent entrances existed, upon closer inspection, they always led into the adjacent buildings. Eventually a doorman recognized their frustration and guided them down the main street to a hidden alley. Michelle slipped the man an obscene amount of money to forget he’d seen them. It was a common practice in their line of work, and it never hurt to reward good deeds or make new friends.

The entrance led down a hallway that curved around to the front street side of the building until they emerged into a large open lobby. A woman stood in the middle of the room reading a tablet. She looked up when they entered, but didn’t move or speak as they approached. None of this settled William’s worries. The Vasquezes were good employers, and William believed he had a good relationship with Sir. At the same time, William and Michelle weren’t in the sort of position where a pink slip dismissed them from service. As they approached the woman and handed over their cards, William thought he might be thrown into a car and spirited away to some other country as a way of being fired.

The woman took the cards and scanned them with a small device she produced from her pocket. “William?” she asked looking at him. “You’ll take door three. Michelle, door one.” She turned and pointed at the far wall. Unnoticed until the attendant pointed them out, seven doors lined the wall, each with a numeral stamped in the center of their faint outline.

Michelle set off immediately with her persistent tenacity. William wanted to ask what he was walking into, but the woman had returned to reading her tablet. Or maybe only looking at it. He lingered long enough to see that she didn’t blink. It unsettled him enough to hurry his pace to match Michelle’s. They exchanged a final look before opening their respective doors and going inside.

The room did nothing to alleviate William’s growing anxiety. An exam table sat in the center of the room. Otherwise, it was empty. But, William noted several panels around the room and in the ceiling that looked like they broke away. The wall opposite of the door had a small speaker set up in the corner. From it, a voice spoke, “William, lie down on the table. A technician will be in shortly.”

Every instinct told him to bolt, but a nihilistic twist in his brain told him it wouldn’t matter. If the people in the building wanted him on the table, no amount of effort on his part would stop them. He’d counted the doors between him current position and the outside world. He might make it across the lobby before they all locked, but he wouldn’t make it to the street. With no other options, he did as the voice said. As soon as he relaxed his head on the padded table, he heard a click. A door to his left slid open and a man in a mask and black jumpsuit stepped into the room. The canine mask covered everything above the man’s mouth, finishing with two pointed ears on either side. The man didn’t smile or speak or react, but moved to William and took his wrists, positioning him on the table. William didn’t resist, fascinated by the mechanical nature of the man’s actions. “Palm’s up with your hands flat,” the voice in the speaker said.

William turned his hands over. Once they reached the desired position, he heard another click, but this time from inside the exam table. The masked man reached under the table and pulled up leather straps which had dropped free of their hiding spot. Sheer instinct defeated any other thought, and William tried to get up. The masked man’s free hand came to William’s chest faster than possible, pushing William back down onto the table with the ease of settling down a kitten. William made a soft grunt of protest, but the strength in the technician scared him. With deft efficiency, restraints went around Williams wrists, ankles, and neck. The man stepped away for a moment and returned with fabric sheers. William braced for the worst, which was the brutal destruction of his suit that cost more than three months rent. “You could have asked me to undress,” he grumbled.

The man didn’t react as he peeled away the bits of William’s clothes. When the dull side of the sheers grazed just above his dick, he finally spoke up again, “Hey, could someone tell me what the fuck is going on before you cut my dick off?”

The masked man didn’t stop his work, but the speaker came to life again, “Your employer has selected you for our upgrade procedure. You will be crafted into an ideal specimen per the instructions your employer has provided. As you are experiencing some distress, we will administer a calming agent.”

A quick hiss came from the sides of the table. Within seconds, all of William’s worries drained out of him. A whole new set of problems quickly bubbled to the top, though. The masked man had finally gotten around to taking off William’s shoes, leaving him bound to a table with nothing covering his body except for a pair of socks. Those went, too. Absolutely nothing about it should have been enjoyable and certainly not arousing, and yet the idea of people watching him be slowly exposed while manhandled by the beastly thug excited William in a way he didn’t understand. He wanted to ask what an “upgrade procedure” was, but the calming agent had also made his tongue numb.

The masked man cleaned the room with quick efficiency before leaving through the same door. A whirring sound came from above William. The mechanical noise grew louder and came with other hisses and grinding before the ceiling panels suddenly pulled away. A cold spike of fear shot through William’s body, overpowering the sedative enough for him to squeak in alarm. A massive machine lowered into the room directly above him. It was a nightmare of mechanical arms tipped with needles and fed with tubes of all sorts of colors. At its center was a black sphere which looked uncannily like an eye as it swiveled to look at one arm or the other. Arms with clamps calibrated themselves by lowering down to William’s body and taking measurements of his head, legs, neck, torso, and arms. Light glittered out of the orb every few seconds, scanning his body from head to toe as he shivered on the padded table. The whirring subsided. The different arms clicked into a prepared position. A clear, high pitched tone chimed from within the machine, and the room plunged into blackness.

William braced for the machine to tear into him, but nothing happened. After a few seconds, a dazzling light flashed on directly above him. “It’s best to keep your eyes closed, William,” the speaker said. “We do not want any retinal damage from staring directly at the saturation light. We will begin. Phase one, smoothing.”

Warmth bathed William’s body. He wasn’t a particularly hairy man, but never bothered with shaving off the wispy hairs on his chest and back. He did keep his pubic hair trimmed, but more for practicality than aesthetic. Though his eyes remained closed, he felt the air rushing over smooth skin. Laser hair removal wasn’t surprising, until he realized he felt the same smoothness on the top of his head. The blinding light shut off, putting him back in the thick darkness until a smaller light appeared to reveal a mirror. He gasped. The device kept the speaker’s promise. Not one hair remained on his body. Even his eyebrows had been evaporated away by the mysterious machine. He looked alien and hated the serene look plastered on his face. The lights switched again, and he was forced back to shutting his eyes.

“Phase two. The client has requested ample hips and buttocks while retaining overall masculinity. Androgyny package above the waist. Proceed.”

William wondered if the voice was speaking to him, which seemed pointless, or if it was talking to the machine, which seemed horrifying. Above him, he sensed rather than saw several of the mechanical arms moving. He peeked enough to see the gleam of metal moving near his body. Too late, he saw needles. White hot pain shot into his hip first. It dissipated within a heartbeat, but another needle jabbed into his arm. Another went into his other hip. The light on him grew more intense, and he wondered if it could burn him. The jabs stopped as suddenly as they started. A malaise pervaded his body, and he relaxed the tension in his muscles. The light shut off again.

In the darkness, William kept his eyes closed. Though part of him wanted to drift away into the black void, the rest of his thoughts focused on the strange feelings in his body. His skin felt tight, and various part of him suffered through sudden moments of internal pressure. A squeezing sensation took hold of him, as though invisible cloth bound up his entire body, compressing it down. It wasn’t painful, but it wasn’t pleasant either. When it finally stopped, his body rebounded, attempting to refill the space lost to the compression. As this happened, strength and kinetic energy coursed through his body. He wanted to run or jump or climb something. He wanted to grab a table, lift it over his head, and throw it across the room. These urges were interrupted by the return of the mirror.

The person in the reflection looked nothing like William, to the point that he assumed it was some other poor soul who’d been trapped in the hellish room with him. As he watched, part of the table he was lying on broke away, and the same happened in the reflection, putting aside any doubt he was looking at himself. He remained supported on a beam with a cross for his arms, but the beam split below his waist, opening his legs as he tilted slightly to an incline. Feeling a little too much like the Vitruvian man, he felt a twinge of annoyance for finding the reflection attractive.

That’s me, he told himself through the haze in his thoughts. You can’t be aroused by yourself. Nonetheless, he watched the reflection’s dick stir. William had seen enough femboys to know he was looking at one, but, to his surprise, it didn’t trouble him that the femboy in the mirror was him. In fact, his arousal was rapidly transforming to pride. His cock looked huge on his shrunken frame, and it matched the plump hips and round ass the injections had given him. His thick thighs occluded the view of his balls, but he could feel their smoothness pressed between his legs. Above the waist, his wide hips narrowed into a flat, thin frame which hid wiry muscle. The lack of eyebrows made his face look otherworldly, but the structure of his bones had changed slightly. Cheeks looked more prominent, and his jaw was more defined. He imagined opening his mouth to let a hard nipple press between his lips. Upon further thought, he imagined diving between the legs of his mirror self and taking the smooth cock into his mouth.

The reflection disappeared, and his erect cock flagged as the possibilities of the darkness returned. “Phase three. Physiological adjustment to specification. Canine, thirty percent. Inspiration, Rottweiler. Genitalia, anthropomorphic conversion. Tail, cropped.”

William knew what was coming, even if he didn’t understand the bizarre combinations of words. The machine, hidden in the dark, stirred to life again. The light flashed on, and William shut his eyes as the needles dove into his body. Surprisingly, these injections didn’t hurt at all. Not even a slight twinge of prickling only the dull pressure of a needle entering him and then withdrawing. He thought this a mercy as this round of injections went on much, much longer. Whirs and clicks lulled him into a trance where time passed in big leaps. When he returned to the moment, he thought he felt a vague ache in his bones, but it was hard to specify which ones. It wasn’t until his teeth reshaped that he realized the changes had begun.

The taste of blood in his mouth was the signal. Not a second later than the taste registered in his thoughts than a tube jammed into his mouth, spraying water and rinsing away the residue of shifting gums and growing teeth. Dull pops followed as his bones reshaped. His senses dulled and vanished, first his hearing, then taste, and finally the smell of chemicals. Before the horror of being rendered mute, deaf, and blind in most ways set in, his hearing returned. The sounds of the machine rushed back into his head like water flowing back into a cove. It was too loud and his ears twitched to shield as much of his sensitive canals as possible. To William’s surprise, he felt the ears move on the top of his head. He wanted to open his eyes and see what the machine had done to him, but the light remained on and baking.

Next his sense of smell returned, but not like the tide returning to a cove — like a tsunami burying an entire shore underneath the sea. His mind burned as it tried to process all the different scents. Most of them were chemical or metal or blood, but the most intriguing of them came from outside of the room. It smelled slightly light sweat, he thought, and its source was nearby. The light finally shut off, and in the dark, he found he could trace the scent through the air. Sniffing, he turned against his restraints, chasing the drifting bit of smell as it floated around him. The mirror returned, and he stopped to stare at what he’d become.

At first, he thought of a hairless mole, bleary eyed and lost outside of its burrow. His face had contorted into a short snout tipped with a black, wet nose. Two flaps of skin covered his ear canals. Focusing on them, he found he could move them at will, drawing a grin to his lips. His mouth still moved with human mannerisms, curling up into a grin that bared sharp teeth. It felt entirely natural to let his lower jaw drop. His tongue lolled out, wide, flat, and moving in time with his breathing. His body remained the same, lithe above the waist and thick below it, but his cock had changed. For the moment, he could no longer see it at all as it was hidden within a thick sheath. Underneath him, he felt a hard jut of bone press uncomfortably against the table. He could move that independently, too. His hands looked broader, and the skin thickened to pads along his fingers and in his palm. His feet, on the other hand, had reformed into arched, broad paws tipped with black nails for traction purposes.

Before his eyes, his skin mottled to a deep shade of brown. As the underlying skin changed, black hair grew all along his body. His feet and hands lightened to a tawny color, as did spots on his neck and snout. The hair grew rapidly until a thick coat of fur covered his entire body. “Phase four. Motor function assessment.”

The man in the mask returned. William sniffed him, committing the man’s scent to memory and knowing the man would never come within twenty feet again without William recognizing him. As blank as before, the man unfastened the straps and stood back. Cautiously, William moved. His arms didn’t seem to belong where they were, and his center of gravity, which he’d never noticed before, was now somewhere that it definitely shouldn’t be. He went to stand, and immediately fumbled. The masked man caught him by the arm, holding William up until some stability was achieved. Little by little, the feeling of wrongness faded. William’s new feet padded gently on the ground. He stood up straight backed and wagged the nub of his tail. I feel good, he realized as he stretched a body of muscle and sensuality.

“Walk,” the voice said. The lights rose to normal levels. The machine was gone, disappeared back into the ceiling like a bad dream. New lights dropped out of the ceiling. They projected small circles on the ground. “From red to green.”

William thought of lunging for the masked man’s throat with his new jaws, but an overriding need to obey compelled him to follow the instructions. Apparently satisfied that William was tame, the masked man disappeared into the wall again. William moved to the red circle and walked to the green. At the speaker’s instructions, this repeated several times. With each iteration, William grew more comfortable in his new body. He liked the feel of power in his legs and his jaws. He was hungry, and he wanted to search out the different smells in the room. That one particular smell had grown stronger, and it stirred feelings in his cock. He wanted time to explore that new aspect of himself as well, to stroke his length out of its hiding spot while groping his own plump ass. These thoughts distracted him so much that he’d been repeating the walk without the lights or the speaker’s prompt.

“Phase five. Mate compatibility assessment.

William cocked his head to the side as a new door opened. A woman in a mask entered the room. He took a deep breath, drawing in her scent. “You’re horny,” he growled. His voice surprised him. It was deeper, but also slow and thick due to the changes in his tongue. The woman didn’t acknowledge what he said. She walked up to him, looped a leather strap around his neck, and fastened it in place. The color was bright red, and he felt a metal plate on the back of it, which he assume bore his name. The woman brought out a leash and clipped it on his collar. With a slight tug, she encouraged him to follow her. William growled, but stalked after the masked woman, enjoying the intense smell of her arousal.

They walked through dark halls until they arrived in a new room, much like the first. The woman unfastened the leash, but left the collar. She left, and William’s frustration grew to a peak. His human self was a distant thought. The canine version of him wanted freedom. It wanted to run, fast and far. It wanted to follow down each scent and know what that scent belonged to. He wanted to fuck that woman in the mask until she begged for him to cum.

A door on the other side of the new room opened, and the mystery scent from the exam room flooded into his head, curling around his brain, and drawing his cock out from its furry sheath. Another changed person was led into the room. She wore a red collar like his own, and the masked man from earlier led her by a leash. She obediently stopped when he stopped her and didn’t move when he unhooked her leash. The woman was wolfish. Pointed ears tipped her head and a fluffy tail pressed against the back of her wide thighs. Silver hair covered her body except for a long patch of white running from between her breasts down to her thighs. Like William, she stood on paws and had the elongated, padded digits for fingers. She had a snout, slightly shorter than his, and tipped with a pink nose rather than black. These features went unnoticed as William focused on the two pairs of breasts and subsequent small mounds of teats running along her torso. The largest set at the top had most silver fur covering them except around her pink nipples and along the underside where the fur faded to white. They were pushed up by the second set crowding them underneath, equally perky and inviting, but slightly smaller. The other four were not much more than puffy nipples aching to be licked or sucked.

The woman panted, and the smell of her grew more intense. Their eyes met, and William recognized her. “Michelle?”

She whimpered, “What’ve they done to us?”

William looked down at his body. His cock had fully emerged. It was thick and bright red. Precum oozed freely from the pointed tip. He resisted the urge to stroke himself and tried to remember what he was before they walked into the building. The old version of him seemed like a ghost or a dream. He wanted to tell her that they’d been made better, but he didn’t know why. Instead, he said, “You’re…beautiful.”

If she blushed, he didn’t know, but her tail lifted from its tucked position and wagged slightly. This had the unintended effect of wafting her scent in big, rolling waves through the room. The smell filled William’s head and caused his muscles to tense. He watched her tongue flick along her snout as she contemplated her position. Then, without much further fanfare, she turned around and knelt on the floor, sticking her furred ass up as her tail wagged cautiously from side to side. William moved to her immediately. He crouched behind her and pushed her tail out of the way. He paused long enough to admire the engorged and dripping lips of her pussy and pulled her tail straight up to take a peek at her puckered asshole. Grinning as she whimpered with need, he pushed the head of his cock against her and slid easily inside.

He remained couched, rocking his hips back and forth as he fucked her. The inside of her gripped him more tightly with every thrust. She moaned and rubbed her breasts while remaining propped up with one arm. William’s hands held onto her ass for leverage, padded and clawed fingers digging into the soft flesh. Suddenly possessed by a primal drive, he bent forward, curving his whole body against hers, and bit down hard on her shoulder. She yelped, but the sound molded into a howl of pleasure as her pussy clamped down on him. His hands moved up to encircle her body, feeling her breasts as she remained taut underneath him. She came hard, spluttering and whimpering and huffing, until finally she relaxed. For the duration, William remained buried inside her, enjoying the rhythmic massage of her convulsing pussy. As she relaxed, his own needs bubbled back to the top of his mind.

Grunting and thrusting once again, he felt a new pressure building at the base of his dick. His breath grew ragged as he growled each time he bottomed out inside of her. Her own pleasure left her pussy juicy and eager for his cum, and he hoped he could bring her back to orgasm to once again feel the tight grip of her spasming walls. Instead, he found himself growing to fill the space. When Michelle realized what was happening, she obliged him anyway. Her howl returned as her body locked up again, her walls rebelling against the cock swelling inside of her. “You’re…fucking…knotting me…” she whimpered.

William ignored her, pushed fully inside her, and came as the base of his cock swelled to lock him in place. He saw sparks in front of his eyes as they came together. He pawed wildly at her body, groping and feeling every bit of her he could reach as his balls emptied inside her. Her legs gave out eventually, and she slumped down in a gurgling mess of pleasure while William unwittingly held her up by his cock rooted inside her. Once the ecstasy passed, he collapsed too, rolling them into a spooning mess to wait for his cock to deflate.

“All phases and tests successful,” the voice said. “Administer sedation for transport.”

William woke up in a small bed on the floor of a bedroom he didn’t recognize. He immediately sniffed the air for Michelle, and he found her across the room, curled up on a similar bed. Cautiously, he crept over to her and woke her. She gave his face a lick after fumbling back to consciousness. Together, they stood and left the bedroom. William followed his nose, leading Michelle behind him with her hand held tight. Thinking he recognized something in the scents of the house, he followed the most familiar until they arrived in a dining room.

“Ah, the anniversary gifts are up,” Mr. Vasquez said, smiling. “Aren’t they gorgeous, dear?”

“Absolutely perfect,” answered Mrs. Vasquez. “Michelle, come here girl.”

“William, here,” Mr. Vasquez added. Obediently and happily, the two changed humans walked over to their respected masters. Mr. Vasquez gave William a scruffing rub on the neck. “Do you like your new body?”

“Yes, Sir,” William said. “We didn’t know where we were.”

“You’re home,” Mrs. Vasquez answered. “And we’re going to have so much fun together.”

The two knelt down beside their master and mistress while they finished their meal. They grinned at one another from either side of the long table, both eagerly looking forward to the chance to fuck one another and their masters.