The New Orders

"Lex?"

"Hello," she said sweetly. Her eyes looked into mine coldly and with a hint of allure. I searched deeply for any sign of brightness, any sign of my boisterous co-conspirator, Lex. 

"Oh god, what have they done to you?" I turned to the team of technicians leading her out of Lab B. Behind them walked a taller more imposing figure. Dr. Dexler, the lead scientist. I lunged for him. "What have you bastards done to him?" The hovershackles they had put around my wrists and ankles pulled me back into place. 

The petite woman in front of me spoke plainly. "You seem aggitated. Is there something wrong?" She stood with her back straight. Shoulders back. Tits out. The pink light on her hat hummed. There was no hint of knowing in her eyes.

"What's wrong is they've changed you into a floozie, Lex!" I looked down at him. Lex was taller than me. He was now a head shorter. Petite. "Oh my god, you're so slight, Lex. So short. Oh fuck, this is pure madness." The hallway was cool, supplied by processed air from large metalic vents. I tried not to look at her nipples as they began to harden into her uniform. 

Dr. Dexler spoke. "Jack, I don't know why this is so shocking. It states in your contract that should a unit disobey Management orders, they will be retooled. Did you or did you not, along with Lex and your entire team, make an authorized run on that Preotian outpost and loot it for your own gain?"

I didn't say anything. We all knew we had. We had confessed. We had begged for forgiveness and leniency to no avail. I never liked questions like this. I laughed. "Don't fucking ask questions you fucking know the answer to."

He moved between the technicians swiftly as I prepared for the blow. He'd hit me a few times in the past weeks when I gave him lip — weak punches that barely left a mark. I liked taunting him so the entire technical division could see him try to sock me in the face without effect.

The blonde woman with ringlets in her hair held her hand up. "Dr. Dexler, perhaps there is something I can help you with?"

He stopped in his tracks and adjusted his lab coat. He nodded. "By all means, Unit 1. Speak some sense into Jack."

"Jack." She looked in my eyes. Her expression never changed. It was one of cold confidence. She spoke melodiously. "In any other race in this galaxy, our disobedience would be met with death. Dr. Dexler is not someone to shout at. He's our friend." 

A pink light hummed on her hat — it looked like a fucking nurses hat of all things. She smiled softly. God, Lex had breasts. Dr. Dexler had turned him into a tight little thing. 

"What is that light on her head?" My hovershackles engaged the moment I tried to point. So I motioned with my head. "Is that how you are controlling her? How you changed her? What is that?"

Dr. Dexler went to speak "It's quite simply — " and little Lex interrupted. "Dr. Dexler, allow me." He nodded.

"My helmet ensures compliance. The line means I'm online. Being online feels good. It's making me wet to be online." She looked up at Dr. Dexler and smiled. She batted her eyes and pursed her lips, then looked back to me. "It also let's everyone know when I am fertile."

Force of habit, I tried to lunge at Dexler again. I pulled my hands and legs, but the hovershackles wouldn't budge. "You fucking bastards. I'm telling the Universal Alliance about this. This will not stand! Do you hear me? You're going down in flames. You let me and the rest of my team go right this instance. You can't just change our mining mission because of one stupid looting run."

She cocked her head. Her curly blonde locks bobbed against her shoulders. "But our unit's orders are not mining." Something about her air made me pause in unease. 

"What are our unit's orders?"

"Pleasure."

She turned and placed her hand on Dr. Dexler's lapel. He was visibly shaken at my outburst, seething with annoyance and anger. "You seem shaken Dr. Dexler. Is there something I can do for you?"

I shook my head, quickly catching a glance of the head Technician's clipboard. 12 Identical General Issue Units to compose new Pleasure Division. Unit 1 —Success. "Oh my god. You sick freak." I rolled my eyes.

He shrugged. "All units are accounted for. Besides, your mining operation was almost over. All twelve of you would have all been laid off anyway. And there are no other upcoming work tasks." This was madness. I looked at Unit 1, from her high heels to her blonde ringlets and seethed. No, no, no. I wasn't going to look like this. I didn't sign up for a pleasure mission. 

Dr. Dexler sighed. "Please know. The orders didn't come from me. They come from Management. I wouldn't have requested this. But I have no choice. I'm just following orders."

I shook my head "Fucking Management." 

He shrugged. "Fucking Management, indeed."

She moved her hand, rubbing his shoulder. Fear welled within my stomach. It was a touch that was not collegial. It looked intimate. Close. 

"Dr. Dexler. Please, you seem shaken. Let's go to your chambers. I will take care of you."

He shook his head. "No, Unit 1. You are assigned to the CEO." Her shoulders dropped slightly. She nodded. "I worry for you. Is someone assigned to you, Dr. Dexler?"

"Management has assigned Unit 2 to me." 

He looked right at me. He smiled. 

"Oh no. Oh no, no, no." 

I yanked and pulled at my restraints. 

There was no use. 

"Technicians. Prepare Unit 2." 

No, no, no, no, no. No!

He turned and looked lovingly at poor Lex. "Come, Unit 1."

"Yes, Dr. Dexler." With that her body erupted into shaking, her eyes filling with unhinged passion. She moaned out, her beautiful voice cooing. "Yes, yes. Fuck yes!" Dr. Dexler watched her for a moment, then smiled at me, then looked back to her. 

"What I meant to say was, follow me, Unit 1. The CEO is waiting."

The shaking immediately stopped, save for a few short aftershocks. She relaxed. Took a deep breath. Then she smiled flirtatiously and adjusted her dress around her body. "Thank you for making me come, Dr. Dexler."

He laughed. "My pleasure."

They stepped down the hall. I called out behind them. "You're not going to get away with this." But neither of them turned. I looked back at the technicians. They sheepishly looked back at me. Then one of them spoke.

"Dr. Dexler. The CEO wanted Fertile. We didn't get your fertility settings. Where do you want Unit 2 in her cycle?"

He stopped in place. Turned his head slightly. Barely spoke over his shoulder.

"Fertile."

FOUR HOURS LATER

I can't move my head. But I can slowly see my tits growing out into the periphery of my vision. And I can fucking feel them, too. Oh, fuck. My nipples feel like they are about to pop.

My brain feels so funny. What are they doing? It feels engaged, buzzing, like it's growing.

"The changes are wrapping up. Has the OS been installed?"

"Yessir. It just finished installing now. 98%. . . 99% . . . Done."

"Good."

My mind clears. But panic still courses through my body, accentuating the vacant gap between my thighs, collected in my growing tits, and coallescing into a burning furnace at the center of the widening bones of my pelvis. 

For some reason I can only speak in a cool measured tone. "Guys, please. This is all too much." My voice is light, melodious. A song. I sound exactly like Lex.

"Please relax, Unit 2."

The name's fucking, Jack, you bastard. I want to explode and take all of them with me. I try to clench my fists, but instead my hands are relaxed, lithe, and easy. 

The technicians move swiftly around the room. Taking measurements. Looking at screens. I try to ignore the way my body feels, but my suit clings to me, highlighting every curve in a warm hug. 

"Okay, team. Let's begin installing the personality override architecture."

How about — let's not.

"Are you ready Unit 2?"

No, no, no.

"My OS is installed and ready for any app my system administrator wishes to install."

What the fuck? Why did I say that?

My mind wanders in a thousand different directions. I think of Lex. Poor Lex. He didn't deserve this. I'm the one who wanted to make that run. I planned everything out. The choice of Outpost. The attack. I even had an independent contractor get us detailed site plans so we could be in and out without anyone the wiser. But it wasn't enough. We got caught. This is all my fucking fault. Poor Lex.

"Indicator light is engaging."

"Looking pink. Good job, everyone. Her ovaries are online."

"Unit 2, please state your fertility status." I want to scream. 

"I am fertile. Please refer to my standard issue indicator light for indication."  

The technician cuts in. "I'm beginning installation of the first personality overrides."

Oh, god, I wonder what Lex is doing right now. Assigned to the CEO?! This goes all the way to the top. And there are 10 other guys waiting in line behind me. A dozen expert miners converted into pleasure units. Fucking hell, Lex. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, Unit 1. I'm sorry. 

What are you doing right now, Unit 1? 

"Hello, Mr. CEO. Perhaps there is something I can help you with?"

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I wonder what's going to happen to Jack — I mean: Unit 2 — next. As for new captions, the next part of The Christmas Gift is moving. We have some newer stories coming. Stay tuned and thank you so much for reading and your support!

-BL & the crew