Violet "Vi" Liu sat on a sofa and tried to not think about her job. She was becoming exceptionally good at it, scarily so, even. There had been a time, not too long ago, when the thought of taking a position like this would've repulsed her, but her morals had dulled to a mere sting of shame at the end of the day, right about when her boss handed her pay.
He was a balding man, astonishingly non-descript beyond the always too-sweaty curve of his head. She'd almost laughed at the way it so perfectly reflected the parlor's warm light when they'd first met. She was glad now that she hadn't. "Mr. Boss" was a very dangerous man, even to a girl like her.
 
 
For one, she wasn't the only shaper that worked for him, or even the only pred, and if they were even half as desperate for cash as she was, they'd leap at the chance to "liquidate" her if Mr. Boss ever felt so inclined. Considering the connections he undoubtedly had to run his "business," he could probably reach quite far to get to her if she ever tried to run away or rat him out. She should feel scared. She was scared, but she was even more afraid of being run out to the streets by her landlord. Girls like her didn't last long out on the streets. She'd made and lost friends at a terrifying rate last time she'd been out there, right after her parents had fallen on the wrong side of their shared boss' ire and hunger. Oh, she'd been angry, back then. Used to plot how she'd break into that bastard's high-rise and get a little familial revenge. Now... getting by was enough. Besides, she'd lost the chance to play hero the moment she signed up here.
 
 
Vi yawned and slid her phone into her pocket as she heard the bell ring. Whoever was running the front desk (Lucy, going by the muted voice) welcomed the customers and gave them a typical greeting. Vi stood up and checked herself over again, just in case she was finally called upon today. Her hair was in a tight ponytail, extending down to her lower back. Hair this long was a luxury of stable income and a shower - she'd cut it down heinously short when she'd lost her first home. She was proud of her looks. Slim, but her tight clothes suggested her femininity. A little skinny for a pred her age, maybe, but meals were ironically hard to come by in her line of work. She jumped to attention when a small buzzer chirped once from the corner of the room. Her turn was up.
 
 
"New Smooth" was a spa, massage parlor, and general "relaxation center." It was also a front for an underground trafficking organization about which she knew very little. Vi preferred to keep it that way. There were plenty of normal services provided here of course, but there were also a handful of shapers employed in special back rooms for an unlucky few. A customer or two wouldn't raise any alarms - preds were everywhere, and nobody batted an eye at the thought of someone succumbing to temptation in a steamy sauna or under the hands of a masseuse. And so the operation went unchecked, luring in the unaware twelve hours a day, seven days a week.
 
 
Vi flashed a practiced smile to the young couple waiting at the desk, her heart sinking a little. It was rare to get doubles, but what Mr. Boss wanted, Mr. Boss got. She checked the counter as she spouted off the memorized instructions for the young adults - what to keep with them, what to expect. Lucy casually slid a card into view, pink side up. Vi wasn't surprised; the woman was a looker. Blonde with a cute face and a nice chest, though her hips and rear were a little underdeveloped. Well, that's what Vi was here for.
 
 
She led them to her doubles room and waited outside for a few minutes, giving them time to strip down and prepare. When she entered, the two glanced at her, clearly excited and a little nervous as first timers often were. The blonde girl watched Vi for a moment as she gathered her towels and oils before burying her face into the cushions with an expression too serious to be truly calm. Vi guessed she would've seen the same look on the man's face had he been facing up. Vi smirked at the display while she flexed her hands. She still found the nearly universal "concentrated relaxation" amusing despite the situation. She quickly put the thoughts away, though. This was not a standard session and she had to concentrate on the task ahead.
 
 
"Focus on your breathing," she guided, placing her hands on the soft skin over the girl's shoulder blades after warming them with a towelette. "Count five seconds in your mind as you breath in, and then let it out as slowly as is comfortable." The woman nodded into the headrest, and Vi felt her lift with a deliberate intake of air. "The point is to get them to focus on something besides your hands," she'd been instructed. "People aren't used to this kind of contact, let alone from a stranger. Gotta ease them into it." Her teacher had been one of the few licensed masseuses in the whole building, a tall woman - Harriet, was it? - who'd met her
end in the stomach of a particularly attractive and exceptionally lucky customer. When people were eaten in spas like this, it was almost always the other way around. Skin to skin contact like this was always a risk for all involved though - as her attendee was about to discover.
 
 
Vi was a shaper, and that gave her an intimate level of understanding and control over the human body. Well, she could probably shape any living thing large enough to hold in her hands, but she'd only ever practiced on people. As her fingertips traced the pleasant curves of the woman's back, Vi mapped nerves, muscles, and bones, feeling them respond to her touch like an attentive audience. Shapers made for excellent physical therapists and doctors for this reason, and it had been Vi's goal to become one when she discovered her talent. Now, though, she used it for a very different purpose. As the woman's body become literal putty in her
hands, Vi slid her fingers upwards to rub and dig into her shoulders. The blonde's breath trembled a little from the pleasant sensation, and she did not react whatsoever when Vi placed her hands on the side of her neck. Vi herself had to hold back a breathy moan as she "dug in," compressing the girl's vocal cords and rendering her mute without the slightest bit of pain. On the contrary, shaping was an exceptionally pleasant experience for both parties - Vi herself was a very tactile person, and letting her hands work their magic was satisfying in a way that words could never hope to describe. The closest analogy she'd ever managed was the sensation of grabbing a chunk of warm dough and squeezing it until it pushed out through the cracks between your fingers.
 
 
She didn't have time to enjoy herself too much, though. Already the girl was starting to realize something was wrong, but Vi was practiced. She reached lower and pressed her thumbs into the point where the woman's neck met her torso, feeling the segmented bones agreeably part as she paralyzed the girl. The blonde was mute and immobile, entirely unable to warn her boyfriend. Or spouse. Vi hadn't been paying them much attention earlier.
She couldn't exactly jump to the “fun” part yet though, not while the guy could still sneak a peek. She found her voice perfectly calm as she repeated her earlier instructions to him, taking a couple minutes to ease him into trusting her gentle touch before stunning him in just the same manner as she'd done to the frozen woman.
 
 
Vi let out a brief sigh of relief. She'd never had any real trouble before - though her last doubles had a brief moment of panic when the mother had tried to ask her frozen daughter a question. She was a fast shaper too, probably able to incapacitate even a man as well built as the one in front of her, but there was always a danger of a pred jumping her if they saw through her ruse. Today would not be one of those days, though. She left the man where he lay and ran her tanned hands over the starkly lighter thigh of the girl. Her fingers caught the towel and she pulled it off smoothly, humming contentedly as her eyes feasted on the ass facing her. At least one of her coworkers had decided that the best way out of their contract was through the pliant cheeks of one of their "special" guests. Vi could see the appeal; something about having a person completely at your mercy and then feeding yourself to them was a clear turn on. Not today though.
 
 
She straddled the girl and began to properly massage her, feeling the muscle and fat stretch and loosen beneath her skin. Vi had preferences, but so did Mr. Boss, and so she began to fashion a Barbie-worthy figure out of the raw material before her. Her hands ran from the girl's ribs down to her pelvis, pressing her sides into a frankly impossible hip to waist ratio. When she let go, they stayed right where she'd intended, permanently altered by the simple touch. It was an art, but one that was as much intuition as it was practice. Vi was gifted and experienced, and so she could make a doll out of a woman in minutes. Her hands squeezed and slid up the
girl's thighs, rolling a runner's hard-won muscles into a bubble butt that jiggled invitingly. Vi bit her lip as she firmed up the ass - any excuse to sink her hands into a posterior like that was one she would take! Satisfied with the general form, she traced her fingertips over some blemishes and along the girl's legs to clear up the skin and remove her hair, before sinking a couple of digits into the girl's ass. This part was a little tricky - there was a balance between tightness and capacity, but she was a pro. This new slut would be able to take it up the tailpipe as readily as a seasoned pornstar while feeling like a virgin.
 
 
Done with the back, she flipped the girl over, avoiding her panicked gaze. She gave the girl's pussy the same treatment, pressing the folds in to give it a younger appearance and plumping up the sides. She'd have a mean cameltoe if she was ever allowed to wear anything again. Vi trimmed her belly and began to play with her muse’s breasts, straddling her midriff as she worked. Bumpy areolas smoothed out before shrinking under Vi's pinching fingers. Then came the deep massage, bouncing and fluffing the breasts into proper tits, growing until they spilled out of her palms. They'd look natural (they were, in a sense) but definitely on the far end of the bell curve. The perkiness was honestly the only give away, but Mr. Boss wanted heft and youth, so picture-perfect tits is what he got.
 
 
Vi left her face alone, other than brushing a finger over a couple moles on her neck and jaw. Faces were hard to improve and easy to ruin, and Mr. Boss had probably picked her out for her face anyways. There was only one step left, and it was the one that both freaked her out the most and ironically gave her some peace of mind. She risked meeting the other woman's eyes and tried to ignore the confusion and fear as her fingers hovered over her ears. Then, with careful steadiness, she pressed her fingers inside and began to churn. Meat and bone made way for the intrusion, and the woman's eyes widened with realization and utter horror. Then, they rolled back in orgasmic bliss as her mind was remade too. Vi wasn't quite sure what the experience was like - she'd never experienced a mind-fuck herself, thankfully - but she knew that memories were flooding away and lust was filling the void. The girl was literally cumming her brains out, and would be left without much of a personality beyond a desire to use her new body to feel a fraction of the pleasure she was feeling right now. She'd still be able to
think, talk, and learn, of course. Mr. Boss needed sex workers, not living sex toys. Well, not many, anyways.
 
 
But right as Vi was counting the last rotation, a sharp buzzing sensation nestled into her crotch made her jump and let out a yelping moan. Her damn phone! She removed her hands and reached into her pocket, pulling out the buzzing offender. It was a call, but from a number she didn't recognize. A Californian number, apparently. She'd never lived there. "Fucking spam call," she breathed. She walked to the corner and angrily shoved her phone into her bag before returning to assess the damage. One look was all she needed, and her stomach sank. The woman's eyes were glazed and unfocused, a faint grin on her face. Vi had ruined her completely.
 
 
"Shit," she muttered. "Double shit." She groaned and tried to think of what to do. Mr. Boss wasn't the kind of person she wanted to disappoint, and he'd wanted this girl. What the hell was she supposed to do now? She didn't bother entertaining the notion of undoing the damage. Mind-fucking was a one way street, otherwise everbody and their grandmother would get their IQ pumped up to eleven. Few people even knew that shapers could mess with brains
in such a manner since it was so rarely done.
 
 
She looked over the brainless bimbo before her gaze flickered to the man. Could she...? Well, she had to try something. She wasn't so stupid as to lie about it, so she'd tell her supervisor exactly what had happened and pray her handiwork was enough to make up for her slip up. Time to get serious, then.
 
 
The first thing Vi needed was some extra "equipment," and she knew just where to get it. Pulling off her yoga pants with a hint of eagerness, she stepped around the table and grasped the woman's feet, pressing them together and pulling them towards her. The skin merged at the ankles first, then the calves grazed each other and stuck. Vi felt a rush of pleasure as the soles of the girl's feet sank into her own pelvis, white skin looking out of
place against her own bronze sheen. It took a bit of careful maneuvering, but she managed to climb up onto the bed, resting on her knees before relaxing herself and letting the next part happen naturally. The tube of flesh that had once been the girl's legs began to pulse and contract, thickening as her knees disappeared into the growing fold and swallowing her thighs shortly thereafter. A faint gurgling and a wet sliding sound sent shivers up Vi's spine as the girl's hips were swallowed down too, her fat ass bulging the shaft out before settling into a clear sack hanging between Vi's thighs. The fattening cock glowed a healthy bronze as it took on Vi's tone, merging with her body as her new balls swung and churned hungrily. The woman's body was churning itself into cum now, her boobs resisting for a bare moment before being compacted and drawn inside, and soon only her limp hands were
sticking out of the head of Vi's massive cock.
 
 
It was, of course, far too large for her purposes, and so she began to stroke it, grasping the tip and squeezing downwards. The first motion drew the girl's arms inside as the shaft slimmed and shrank, causing her balls to engorge further. Each stroke forced more flesh into her growing sack, until she was left shuddering on the table, her girthy member sandwiched under her belly as the rest of her manhood hung off the edge. Vi curled her legs around the sack and began to squeeze, the sheer pressure sending ropes flying across the room. Vi had enough presence of mind to bury her spurting cock into the girl's towel, soaking it and the table's cushion within seconds. Cum spilled and splattered on the floor, pouring out of her in a steady stream until her nuts had shrunk enough to let her stand properly. She shakily stood, careful not to slip on the pool underfoot, before turning her attention to the still form of the man.
 
 
It'd been a while since she'd feminized a man, but she remembered the process vividly. She straddled him and clamped her lower body down before grasping his shoulders and pulling hard. He began to shrink, his body compacting in on itself until he was pathetically short and oddly round about the middle. His hair came off after that, simply folding into the skin as her hands ran over his whole body. Muscles deformed under her attention, slimming to
nothing, years of toning reshaped into feminine curves. His jaw smoothed out under her careful touch, and his brow softened and cheeks pronounced. A simple pinch gave him pouty lips, and a firm press hid his Adam's apple. There was nothing she could do for his hair, but all in all, she was satisfied with her labor. He looked properly androgynous, and his pretty face would attract plenty of attention once she gave him a body to match it. Her lower palms dug into his chest as she pressed his pecs up and outwards, squeezing the new breasts and tweaking his nipples into shape. She played the part of a sculptor masterfully, hewing a flattering figure out of the previously masculine form. When she was done, one never would have guessed he'd walked in the doors cutting such a drastically different figure. She'd settled on larger tits than the woman hanging between her legs, given his larger frame, but perhaps she'd gone overboard? Well, Mr. Boss asked for short and busty girls often enough. It wouldn't cause any problems, she figured.
 
 
She wasn't quite through, though. Vi suppressed a grin as she lowered herself between his legs. His cock was limp, but even at rest it was appealingly thick and long. She grasped it between her fingers, debating with herself for a moment before licking her lips and leaning in. It was clean, much to her satisfaction, and she slobbered over it, enjoying the dull flavor and natural musk. She coaxed it and sucked, filling the room with the lewd sounds as she lapped up pre and bobbed her head. She didn't think he could cum as he was, and didn't particularly want him to considering what she had planned for him. She did want the bounty though, and so she massaged his balls with one hand while reaching inside to prod his prostate with the other. It only took a few seconds before warm semen splurted onto her tongue, and Vi cooed appreciatively, relishing the flavor in a way only a pred could. Not quite satisfied though, she opened mouth a little wider and slipped his sack into her mouth as well, washing it with her tongue until she'd had her fill. Her eyes were lidded as she finally snapped her mouth shut, leaning back and savoring the package in her maw before swallowing it down with a loud gulp. The smooth flesh leftover was pink, his member severed perfectly at the base. She rubbed her belly for a moment before returning to the task at hand.
 
 
Vi swung the null's legs up and over her shoulders and pressed herself against them, fingers positioned against their ears. Like their SO before them, they pled with their eyes before she wiped any shred of personality from their minds. It was cruel, sure, but if they were doomed already... at least they could enjoy it?
 
 
Honestly, it didn't matter too much to Vi anymore. You could only eat and mind-fuck so many people before you stop seeing them as anything more than a hole and a meal. It scared her, but it also excited her. She withdrew her hands and gripped the null's hips before slamming her hips against theirs. Her cock simply made a hole between their legs, and Vi finally undid her stun so she could appreciate the new woman's yowls of pleasure. She thrusted with abandon,
slapping their hips together as the woman's vagina began to squeeze around its first of many lovers.
 
 
"What a slut," Vi chuckled to herself as she quickened her pace. "You weren't even born a virgin." Her face twisted in pleasure as she buried herself inside, dick twitching as she poured the remainder of her stored seed inside. The short-haired woman giggled, though Vi wondered if the new woman even understood what she’d said. She exhaled heavily as she withdrew, her spent cock already sliding into her body, leaving her wholly female once again. She'd need a few more meals before her body wouldn't simply absorb any additions she tried to add, but it'd gotten the job done. One fat assed, swinging-titted slut for Mr. Boss, grinning and mewling for another member to fill her empty cunt.
 
 
Hopefully he'd be satisfied, or else she'd be giggling like that in a few hours.