Limewah's Hypnovember 2025
Day 22 - Factory (KylieCollie)

We make a boutique item, the peak of femininity, not some sex-bot to be sold to any old rich pervert.

Kylie was starting to feel like they'd nailed the job interview.
Why else would they be getting a behind-the-scenes tour of GalCorp's R&D workshop?
On the slowly moving travelator, the tan-and-white furred collie got a glimpse of so many parts of the process through the windows into each silo'd off testing chamber. Disembodied paw-hands laid out on scaffolds, each finger curling one by one as they were put through their paces by a toned, bun-haired bunny. A head and chest moved its mouth and face like it was an actor doing a vocal warmup, mimicking the motions of a slender frilled lizard.
This was where the Gals were designed, and made presumably… these robots were top of the line. Service robots had become all the rage, but these… were more than just for utility. They were works of art. Celebrations of the feminine form, in all its shapes and sizes. Fertility goddesses. Bombshells. Ethereal, slender things. Everyone even remotely femme could find themself reflected in one of the models. Even though they were stylised, they were, apparently, all based on real women. Said women were anonymous, and had avoided the spotlight. The company's image was dripping with mystique…

And here Kylie was, about to join their ranks… at a lowly IT position, but still!
The collie was trying to stop their tail from wagging. They had to be professional. They had to be assertive.
… it had been a challenge, to put it mildly.
To think, when they'd stepped into the office expecting an HR manager, only to meet the albino ibex in charge herself, the woman whose face Kylie had seen on magazines and articles on the most successful female CEOs.
Ariadne Akelitos was exactly the sort of woman - well, person - Kylie aspired to be. Kylie had briefly wondered if they should have dyed their hair completely black, and not left that electric blue highlight along the side.
But Ms. Akelitos had given it a blithe throwaway compliment, one they were still reeling with glee from.
Kylie was doing their best to keep up with the ibex's pace- even though they were in flats, and Ms. Akelitos was in heels, she was still walking far ahead of Kylie. Clearly the travelator was used to speed up a journey, not for standing still on.

"The Gynoids - sorry, the Gals," Ms. Akelitos added with a wry smile, "Undergo constant revision, even when they are brought to market. Each part of the body has its own custom firmware, and we are always squashing bugs adn finding further refinements to make them that much more lifelike. Someday it'll be possible for a Gal to blend into a party without anyone knowing she is one."
"That's incredible," Kylie said.
"Don't blow smoke up my ass," Ms. Akelitos said, sharp enough to make Kylie jump. "It's not incredible. It's progress."
"…Yes, Ms. Akelitos."
"Ariadne is fine." Her voice slipped back into its smoother timbre, a professional purr that Kylie swore had a hint of flirtation to it. "I think it's good to stay on a first-name basis with the talent."

The talent. She'd used that to refer to the robots they produced… and to the staff as well. 
Did this mean…?
"Ms. Akelitos-"
"Once again, you can call me Ariadne."
"Thank you A-Ariadne, that's-"
"Speak plainly. Don't apologise for yourself."
Kylie hadn't been keeping track of how many times they'd been interrupted… but it was a not-insignificant number. They never were allowed to forget who was in charge, who lead the conversation.

"This is… thank you, I mean, this is a wonderful opportunity! But I might need to sleep on it…"
Even though every part of the dog was screaming 'take the job TAKE IT', they needed to act like they didn't need it. Like they had other offers. (none anywhere near as good as this one.)
"Of course." Ms. - Ariadne smiled back at her. There was a strange glint in her steel-grey smile. "We're at the end of our tour, anyway."
As they reached the end of the hall, there was another, shorter conveyor that seemed to curve around to retrace their steps, going along a different hallway. Ahead of them was a door labelled 'Control Room'.
"Now, I need to get back to work. Take this travelator."
She offered her hand, and Kylie took it. They were surprised by the sudden pull inwards, the long snout sliding past their face to murmur, "See you soon."

Kylie tried not to giggle like a lovesick idiot. They managed - barely. 
They also resisted the urge to look behind or wave as they stepped on the travelator, feeling it whirr and shift beneath them.
Kylie didn't walk. They just let the conveyor take them, while reflecting on the meeting. What makeup had Ariadne been wearing? What made her eyes so smoky, her fur so lustrous… and what was the perfume? They knew, at least, what topics they could use to break the ice for small talk…

A sudden lurch took them out of their daydreaming. When they should have been curving to the left, they took an abrupt shift to the right, through a suddenly wide-open panel into a darker tunnel…
"What the-" Kylie gasped. The belt sped up too, making them yelp and stumble forward, almost falling over.
Something caught Kylie and righted them… two soft slender, fuzzy hands. They were attached to long tentacles that came out from the darkness above her.
"Oh, that's… nice," Kylie said, tugging gently on the gripping paws. "Cool! Erm… could someone get these off me…?"

They held tight, and tugged Kylie's arms out to the sides. The travelator continued onwards. A light suddenly came on, a bright, fluorescent beam that made Kylie wince.
"Just relax."
It was Ariadne's voice, this time over a tannoy. The harsh crackle did nothing to reduce her silky voice.
"This process is painless. In fact, post-procedure, our talent reports the process to have been very pleasurable."
"What process?!" Kylie had a feeling they knew…

The next light came on. Ahead of Kylie was an archway, bright white, with a deep pink glow from within, emanating from warm lights that reminded them of a sunbed…
"H-hey, I'm… I just applied for an IT job, I don't think you need to go through all this trouble for m-me!"
"Incorrect, Kylie. The whole reason you're here is because you're worth the 'trouble'. You are exactly the woman I need for our next model."
"I'm, ah… g-gosh…" why was Kylie blushing so hard? Something about being called a woman, by Aridane specifically, had a whole different feeling in their head. A buzz. A shiver all the way down their body, a warmth in their chest that groaned out a 'yes~'… "I mean, I try to act feminine, but-"
"Femininity is not an act," the CEO said, speaking like a mentor to a chosen one. "It is embodied. Something that is innate, from birth. I saw it in your eyes the moment you walked in."

Kylie shook their head, their eyes wide with terror as the heat of the lamps came closer, closer…
"That can't be, uh… this can't be right, p-please, I don't want to be-!"

As soon as Kylie was within the dome, thin beams lanced out from them, slicing across their body. They screamed - with fear, but without pain. All at once, the outfit that had cost them several hundred pounds was reduced to strips of mildly scorched fabric that tumbled down around their feet and was promptly plucked away by slender, disembodied hands.
The collie would have covered themself - if they could. But their arms were still held akimbo, chest, hips, and half-erect cock on full display.

"Do you know why our output of Gals is as low as it is, Kylie? Because perfection can't be rushed. We make a boutique item, the peak of femininity, not some sex-bot to be sold to any old rich pervert. You're made for greater things than that."
Another hand descended from above, this one holding what looked like a pen-light. Kylie kept struggling, but the hands were like finger traps. The more the struggled, the tighter their grip became.
"P-please, Ms. Akelitos, I'm s-so flattered, but I don't think you've got the r-right-"
The feminine hand squeezed the pen-light. With a buzz and a hiss, it shot another thin beam, this one strobing pink, purple, and white. It hit Kylie directly in the forehead, and as they felt it push past their forehead, into their mind, the collie began to feel very… buzzy inside. Like there was a massage gun inside their skull, kneading their head and finding knots they didn't even know existed inside their brain.

The fear was seared away. The beam of light flickered so prettily. Kylie's eyes crossed inwards to keep an eye on the colours, their face twisting into a sort of confused look… Like she was trying to piece together a puzzle.
Then, as the beam grew brighter, their eyes widened, and their mouth closed tightly into a thin line. Their expression showed exactly what was going on inside their head.
Nothing at all.
There was only the light. Everything else faded away to nothingness.

The light remained trained on the centre of Kylie's head, and she stared towards it, already somewhat doll-like. As if they were born to play the role that was coming for them.
Once they were out from the first arch, another one revealed itself beneath a light. A new lattice of precise lasers, a brighter white colour. These ones 'attacked' the collie's joints - shoulders, thighs, wrists, ankles - and rewrote their makeup on an atomic level. Cartilage and bone became servos and suspensions. The tension that had existed, the little aches and pains that come with being organic, melted away. And with it came…
There it was, the fluid pleasure, coursing through her, cool and smooth, filling every single vein as the particle-lasers continued their work.

Kylie made a sound, one of the last ones their un-altered voice box would ever make - a soft, delighted 'oh'. 
Their body proportions were changed too, very subtly, with each new arch the placid dog passed through. Their limbs were elongated, their thighs filled out, their shoulders streamlined. 
When the proportions were just so, more soft paws came from the shadows, holding pieces of plastic alloy so polished that they could have been mistaken for stained glass. They were still warm, fresh out of the printers, and shaped exactly to fit the dog's new proportions. They followed the contours of Kylie's thighs, pushed up their butt, puffed out their chest…

"What? Hm."
The collie remained focused on the light. They did not wonder who Mother was talking to.
"No, the penis stays. It's a core part of her."

The pronoun had snuck in through that laser, and only now revealed itself. Kylie's old, discarded pronouns bowed to it, and this new pronoun put its high-heeled feet up on the supplicant's back.
The dog remained at attention, and her cock throbbed, just as stiff, just as poised. Plating was guided around it, cradling it but not hiding it away. That would be the clothing's job.

The laser rose up above Kylie's head, and she craned her neck to follow it. Her neck was bared, allowing the choker to be assembled around it - as the malleable flesh beneath was transformed, made more plastic. Their neck was elongated, just subtly. More hyperfeminine, resembling a sleek, sheer goddess.
The hypnotic light rose higher, and Kylie rose up onto their tiptoes, allowing the stiletto to be assembled between their heel and the belt, along with the rest of the glass-shined boots that went up to their thighs.
The snout-plate and face-plate were the final steps. They slid over Kylie's face, clicking into place, as she reached the end of the conveyor belt, past one final hissing door.

Click. 

Kylie's heels were sharp as finger-clicks on the hard floor. The new Gal, the latest template, was plated in pearlescent white, with hints of primary pink flowing beneath the joints of the armour. Her shoulders and hips had a cubist edge to them, and yet her body still carried the shape of a classical beauty. Her face had subtle burnishing to give her cheekbones and milk-white eyes a mesmerising definition. Her shaft stood to attention even now. Other models would have a synthesised version of this, and her curled tail. But this one was flesh. This one was the original.

She looked down at Ariadne Akelitos. Mother. The curve-horned ibex, fiercest of them all, even though the creation towered over her.

"Hello," Mother said. 
"Hello, Mother," Kylie said. Her voice had traces of the old her, but it was aspirationally sleek and smooth, the rough edges sanded off to make something worth striving for. 
"Would you like to keep your name, Kylie? Or perhaps a title? You are a new woman. You need to decide." Mother reached up to cradle Kylie's face. She tilted her head towards it - though she did not feel any sensation or pleasure from it, she did feel a sense of tenderness, a sense of subordination. Mother. Her Protector.
She searched her serene, synthesised head for an answer.

——

"Goddess Kylie…"
Even through Kylie's programming, she felt a strange little thrill at hearing 'private equity' vulture say that. All of them uttered the words with dazed, religious awe. Each one stared blankly into the eyes one of the Kylies that had been made from her template. Smaller, less organic, but approaching her sleek gorgeousness. 
Her hands were on her hips, her tail swishing slowly, her shaft swinging like a pendulum. The men who had not been hypnotised by the deep, flashing eyes of the other Kylies - the gay ones, presumably - could not take their eyes off her swinging flesh.
She chuckled, she smiled. Mother had given her some pleasure-senses since she started going in her place to business meetings.
"Once you have finished with your worship," she said, gesturing to her as-yet unkissed boots, "You will set about liquidating this firm of yours, and releasing all assets to GalCorp."
This was not the first time, or even the tenth time, she'd made a decapitating strike on some group of slimy investors who made a play at snapping the company up and stripping it for parts. 
But it only was getting more and more pleasurable each time.
As the first investor - some hot shot canine with slicked back hair and the stench of cologne - was brought to genuflect before his new Goddess…
She felt her cock throb as the dog dragged his tongue along her boot, whimpering pathetically.
Yes, she'd chosen her title right. Mother was good to let her use it.