A Christmas party with a TeeeeGeeeee (Patreon)

This was meant for yesterday but Alas... I missed it by 20 minutes. This was someone who won a give away on Deviant Art (they happen every mile stone) but I want waaaay over on work count. But Hey... It's the season of giving! Expect something every day for the next 12 days my loves!

                                                                         A Christmas Bonus

                                                                              By Jessie Star

Jeremy Evans was absolutely exhausted by his job. The low salary with no overtime. The constantly being passed up for promotions, putting the chance at a family life on the back burner so he could invest everything to a company that didn’t give a crap about his future. And now he was at a holiday party pretending to like people and enjoy himself drinking poorly mixed punch and stale supermarket Christmas cookies. One of the biggest tech companies in the world and their cookies were stale. I need a break he thought, wandering out of the giant main hall where the party was being hosted, into one of the lab corridors.

It was like a ghost town in the back of LordinTech Industries, the Holiday music distant and haunting in the echoey hauls. It wasn’t until Jeremy had collected himself and decided to go back that he spotted a security door propped open with a pen, just enough to not lock. Dear god did some drunken couple wander back here to get their rocks off. Last thing anyone needed was some drunk frisky couple triggering some tech and blowing the damn christmas party into chunks and rubble. “Hello?!” he called into the lab expecting to hear giggles and shush’s, but there was nothing. “Who’s in here?” he called out opening the door and turning on the lights. The room was vast and empty minus one workstation and a line of clear glass cylinders each as tall as a man. Inside appeared to be a liquid, undulating with bubbles and swirls, but Jeremy knew better. Inside were nanobits. Microscopic machines being tested for surgery application. Jeremy had heard of the project but it’s lead, Marcus was an especially secretive about its applications. And here he was in an empty room, with the workstation computer logged on to and no one around. Was this a trap? A test of some sort? Being such a hard place to ascend in the pecking order, would it be such a bad thing to get some covetted information and understanding. 

Jeremy’s tall lanky form shuffled over to the workstation screens, glowing in the dark like a light at the end of the tunnel. His trembling hand reached for the mouse, the other sweeping his straight blonde hair out of his face, and with a click the secret file opened for all to see. Well all in the room and that was just him, but what just popped up blew his mind. For a technology that could do microsurgeries, regulate endocrine and hormonal secretion, and bring atrophied limbs back to athletic vim and vigor, but the file that was showing was anything but. On the screen was some cross between an extremely thick and busty “insta-model” and a 1950’s housewife, hair in a beehive with a red and white polkadot dress tight on her bodice and flared out at the hips. If it wasn’t for the non costumed smaller version of her just above and to the right one might never know the large rear and baby making hips that hid under that skirt. It was a read out on how to turn someone into a caricature housewife using nanobits. This had to be a joke, or some drunken project he fiddled with when no one was around, and yet all of the stats and processes had been well measured and factored.For fucksake her body was even set for heightened arousal and attraction to Marcus’ pheromones. Dopamine releases for things like submitting and being a good homemaker, mother, even just from having her beauty admired. A body programmed to be pleasured by and lulled into her role. It was a little unnerving but at least behind her alabaster perfect skin and plump rosy lips he had left her Intelligence intact. 

Wait! The nanobits could be used to slow down or increase someone’s processing and retention speed? “Hoooly shit” Jeremy was sitting at a computer with what it was claiming was tested teck on the paperwork next to it, and the ability to change himself one click away. In a fevered pace Jeremy read the instructions and popped up a new file for changes. Apparently all he had to do was put on a wristband and his information would be inputted into the form and then he could just… make changes. As tempting as it was to make himself an adonis among men, there was only one thing he cared about, something no one would notice at first glance. He would ramp the hell out of his IQ. His body seemed on autopilot, moving faster than it’s internal alarms. A band strapped to his wrist and he watched the computer pull up his info via a dna scan and the company directory, his hands clicking up arrows next to the processing speed and retention. This was it, holy shit was this even safe? He could see it had been tested but… but.... No buts. Jeremy moused over the “BEGIN” button.. And clicked.

The minute he watched the digital button fake being physically pressed down the file he thought he was activating was shuffled behind the one of the “stepford housewife” wanna be file. His file hadn’t been maximised! He had clicked the button on the file under it! One of the tall glass tubes of Nanobits came to life, the liquid inside showing itself as a collection of tiny particles, buzzing and bumping the glass like a swarm of angry hornets. “What the!” He sputtered. On the screen he saw his information had been poured into the housewife’s file since it was his active wristband. 

The screen lit up with a warning. “Extreme Alterations Incoming. Max amount of units have been activated”. Jeremy’s eyes were drawn back to the tube by the sound of cracking glass. The Nanobits were pounding on their container trying to get to him. He flailed to get the wristband off as he backed away in fear, screaming as the glass shattered and the oozey mass zipped across the floor and bowling him to the ground. In a nightmarish moment her felt the cold metallic mass fluidly push down his wide open mouth and up his nose. He tried to cough and gag, shuddering and spasming preparing to die and then… everything went black.

There was… nothing. He was awake but there was no sensation. No sound, no light, even the constriction he had felt from the blob was gone. It was like he was a disembodied spirit.

“Do not fear Jeremy” came a soothing female voice “the Nanobits are blocking your pain receptors and sensations. It is quite a change your body is experiencing, it is best you remain unconscious for the process.

“But, but I can hear you” he heard his voice echo into the nothingness “Who are you, how do you know my name?”

“I am NIRA, the Nanobit Interface of Rational Alterations. I provide your brain with what it needs to best adapt” it said as if it was a normal greeting

“Am I hearing you in my ears?” he asked trembling

“No Jeremy, Nanobits implanted in your brain are mimicking the process of “hearing” just as it is allowing you to mimic “speaking.”

“No, No! Don’t do this! End program. I want to end the program” the more worked up he got the more he seemed to be blanketed in pleasure and warmth.

“I’m sorry, I can’t let you do that Jeremy. Stopping mid process would lead to a dangerous situation”

“This must be a dream… why do I feel tipsy?” If he could feel his body he would be sure it would be stumbling.

“I am calming you with dopamine” she said gently “The human mind is easy to sway when one replaces pain with pleasure. The most painful part is over, would you like to see?”

“This is a dream” his voice cracked into a higher octave. Jeremy’s eyes were flooded with a pink hazed version of the lab, he swatted at the altered reality his eyes were seeing until he noticed how thing his arm was. And his hand! Tiny and petite with long red nails… it had to be a dream. His body was smaller, shorter, minus his large belly bigger than a watermelon, wrapped in polka dots. “What the hell is this?” he pushed on it feeling like the grandest beer belly of all time.

“Your extra mass from muscles and height have been converted. Redistribution beginning now.” NIRA alerted him.

“Redistribuuushh-” he seized up. There was no pain but some awfully new sensations. His gut slowly sucked in, fat gshhhing and glugging down into his thighs and ass. He could feel his entire bottom half bloating and widening, sitting on hip bones that moves differently than he was used to. He couldn’t see his swollen thighs and ass, even with his gut dissolving there was now visibly a skirt below it. A skirt. It was a dress! It had to be a dre-

“It is not a dream Jeremy. Only a dream like state to help you adjust

“You lie!” His voice was shrill and high pitched like a college coed at the basketball game. He was panting as he felt his nipples throb and buzz, his chest hot and swelling. He could feel the sway and jiggle of his expanding pectorals. No, not pecs Jeremy realized as he looked down his dress at his deepening cleavage. He cupped what could only be his breast as they filled up an F cup lace bra he was only now aware he was wearing. Screaming Jeremy fell to the ground, looking into a broken shard of the nanobits glass container. In it he could see his face, shrunken and framed by some curls that had fallen loose from his new beehive hairdo. He screamed again as he watched his face finish feminizing with a crunch that was only audible in the back of his mind. He watched the beautiful woman in the reflection scream along with him, ignoring NERA’s polite calls for him to calm down. He as going to pass out, the dream was too much. Jeremy couldn’t hold up anymore and-

He puked. And not just a “lose your lunch” kind of puke. Out from his mouth seemed to be a never ending stream of the black nanobit fluid. He was awake and free of the nightmare. Holy fuck that was trippy, he thought sitting there on all fours his chest feeling.. Odd and heavy. He didn’t snap out of it till he saw the inky blob start to pool together and move back towards the capsules. “Eeek” Jeremy screamed pulling back and away. He wobbled trying to get back on his feet, stumbling for the door just wanting to get out of the room. Everything felt wrong. His gate, his balance, the damn things must have given him brain damage. Jeremy collided with the door feeling pleasure erupt from his swollen chest, the pen in the doorway spinning into the hall followed quickly by Jeremy. “We are still swapping pain for pleasure as you transition but please take care, your new breasts may bruise easily” That voice… Her Voice! It was still in his he-

“Yes, some nanobits have been left for mental adjustments. Have no fear the programming is built to guide rather than force, when you are adjusted we will no longer need to communicate”

He looked down into his larger swaying breasts packed into a red dress with white polka dots. It wasn’t a dream. That woman on the computer was now him. Feeling was coming back to him and he realized his balance was off because his shoes had been reformed into heels. There was no way he’d be able to walk in-

“New muscle memory has been added” NERA chimed and the next thing he knew was was walking in heels as if he had been for years, swishing his hips one foot infront of the other.

“Nera what the hell is this” he said in his mind. God even his voice inside his head was womanly.

“If you like, we can remove the muscle memory and leave you unfamiliar with how your body now moves.”

“I.. “ the idea of stumbling around looking like a drunken woman sent his brain into a quick depression. When he sought out why that would affect him so-

“You look beautiful and elegant. You want people to see you as such, do you not.” At the mention of being seen as attractive his face blushed and he could feel his heart race with excitement.

“S-stop! You’re making me want things I don’t!” he growled but it sounded more like a pout.

“The NEARA system is unable to make you do anything your brain would not enjoy, as part of our ethics programming. In our memory scan it was found that you wish someone would find you attractive. You also desire to be wanted. We are only adjusting your dopamine so that when it does happen it has the maximum effect.” she explained.

“But but I don’t want tha-”

“Yes you do. We are reading everything from your reactions to your thoughts. You are nervous but in time you will see.”

Jeremy stopped his clacking heels and faced the wall to lean on it. This was so much and so confusing but everything just felt good. There was a growing lump in his throat that if he went out into that crowd to find help, all he would feel is how good everyone’s eyes would feel on his new overly stuffed form. A milf in polka dots. Well not a milf, he had no children even though this body could pop one out no problem and come back into shape like elastic. An hour ago he was griping about giving up his chance at a family to rise through the ranks and now his brain was already drifting towards his new body getting- oh god he was daydreaming about being a mom, and it was making him… wet?! “Woah, woah we gotta slow down here”

“Slow down? Are you okay miss.” Said a strong male voice. Jeremy new it was Marcus before he even heard him. This damn body was built to crave his scent, his voice… his arms. His thighs trembled as he turned around making eye contact. He should tell him. He should ask for help and get fixed. Turned back into some nobody, wanted by no one.. That’s.. That’s what he needed right? That’s the right thing to do, give up all this yummy good feelings and fuck why did he have to smell so damn good. Maybe he should wait this out and get his head on straight. Maybe.. Just for the party… “What’s your name miss?” Marcus asked taking her arm to help her balance.

“Geraldine” Both Jeremy and NERA said at once. For the moment they were well quite synched. He might be destined for a position change yet with some bonuses of their own.