CORRUPTION CHIP — CAITLYN TURNED CANDY
* * *Caitlyn was a tomboy, through and through, and thought it was super cool until she hit her early 20s and found that most people found her boring and aloof.
“We need happy, bubbly girls,” every establishment that she applied for told her. “Not this emo teenager look you’ve got going on.”
Caitlyn wanted to be more outgoing and liked. She found a website online that promised to alter her standoffish personality and tune her into her natural femininity. All she had to do was sign up for a free, experimental trial—and have a ‘Corruption Chip’ implanted in her brain.
“I can see you need help,” the doctor at Natural-Beauty-Lab-Tech told her. “Do you always go out like this?”
Caitlyn looked down at her baggy hoodie and jeans. Was there anything wrong with being completely covered and modest? Sure, it was the middle of summer—and sure, she was awfully sweaty and hot . . . but the thought of dressing in less made her feel wildly awkward.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“I can see that you’re uncomfortable. Wouldn’t you like to be more in tune with your natural beauty? Wouldn’t you like to enhance it with a touch of make-up and more feminine clothing? Wouldn’t you like to feel confident and alluring?”
She nodded shyly, imagining putting her slender, fit body on display. “It’s just . . . I can’t seem to get myself to go out of my comfort zone.”
“Not to worry,” the doctor reassured her, guiding Caitlyn to sit on a medical bed. “You can wear whatever you prefer during the implantation. It’s a simple process. Healing takes only twenty-four hours, and you’ll be put out for the duration….”
It sounded kind of scary, but Caitlyn was desperate. She wanted to be a normal girl. And it would be nice to not be so anxious about dressing differently.
When she woke up from the procedure, she could already feel the implantation taking effect. Her clothes felt too tight and restrictive. Her breasts felt tingly and swollen. Her pussy felt wet.
FEMININE GIRLS DRESS TO SHOW OFF THEIR NATURAL BEAUTY.
“Would you like to choose a new outfit, Caitlyn?” the doctor asked her pleasantly as he walked into her grey, medical room. “I’ve got a selection here for you.”
Caitlyn eyed the rolling rack of clothes he’d wheeled in, then picked out a red, crop-top that looked similar to her red hoodie, and a black miniskirt with a slit up the side. She changed right in front of him, not embarrassed at all as she pulled off her gross, old clothes and adorned the sexy new ones.
FEMININE GIRLS LOVE TO BE COMPLIMENTED BY MEN.
Caitlyn posed for the doctor, showing off her cleavage, tapered waist, and exposed midriff.
“You look amazing,” he complimented her, and her mind and pussy fluttered happily, sending a delicious wave of pleasure through her. “But don’t you think your old name is tired and outdated, too?”
She felt confused by the question. What was wrong with her name? Caitlyn was feminine, wasn’t it?
“Your body has grown, hasn’t it? Your name should grow and change, too….”
She looked down at her body and realized that he was definitely right. Her breasts were larger—and so were her hips . . . the name Caitlyn suddenly felt old and boring.
FEMININE GIRLS SHOULD BE CALLED SOMETHING SWEET.
“What about Candy?” she asked, blushing.
“I like that, Candy,” he said, making her shiver in pleasure again as he winked at her and scribbled on his notepad. “From now on you’ll only answer to Candy or pet names, like sweetheart and baby. You won’t find it derogatory no matter who is calling you these things, instead you’ll feel even more free and feminine.”
Candy walked out of Natural-Beauty-Lab-Tech with renewed confidence. She told everyone she knew to call her by her new name, and let men on the street whistle and shout things that would have offended or scared her before the chip-implant, and each time they did, her pussy and breasts tingled deliciously.
FEMININE GIRLS LOVE TO BE OBJECTIFIED.
Candy found herself dressing in less and less to get that same dopamine rush and tingly pleasure from being catcalled. She cut holes in her shirts to show off her lacy bras and growing tits. She wore shorter skirts with thongs, so that her asscheeks were on full display. One time, she even climaxed loudly when a stranger groped her bubble butt and swollen tits on a public bus.
FEMININE GIRLS CONTINUE TO GROW BUSTIER, CURVIER, AND HORNIER.
It was true. The more Candy got fondled or objectified for her sexy body, the more her tits and ass grew. There was only one job for girls with assets like hers, she knew, and she stumbled giddily into a high-end gentleman’s club, orgasming immediately when the man interviewing her slapped her large, exposed tits with an awed smile.
The doctor had told her she must return in six weeks for a follow-up, and by that time, Candy was totally enmeshed in the stripper lifestyle, where she was frequently called wonderful things like ‘sugar-tits’ and ‘baby-doll’ and where her new, smokeshow of a body and bubbly personality was adored.
“Well, well, just look at you!” the doctor gushed as Candy walked through the door with a ripped, white crop top that exposed her huge, juicy breasts, and a miniskirt that showed off her thick thighs and wet cunt. “You’re certainly the picture of femininity now, aren’t you?”
“Oh yes, doctor!” she gushed. “And it’s all thanks to you!”
And as thanks, she let him fuck her new, huge tits, orgasming happily as he complimented her by spraying her throat and face with his hot cum, completely grateful that he’d turned such a worthless tomboy into the image of a true woman, a true goddess, a true FEMININE fucktoy….
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