Chapter 18: Chapter 18
Edward waited nervously, in his office in Edward's plastic surgery clinic, for Victor to arrive. He had no idea why Victor had asked for the meeting, and had a bad feeling about it.
So when, precisely on time, Victor strode into his office, Edward braced himself for whatever was to come. "Victor," he said, standing up to shake his hand. "What can I do for you today?" Victor smiled, taking a seat in one of the leather chairs opposite Edward's desk. "Ah, Edward," he said, settling back comfortably. "I've been thinking about our little arrangement, and I believe I have an idea that could benefit us both." "Oh, really? And what might that be?" Victor leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I suggest we turn your clinic into a doll conversion center. Think about it, Edward. You have the perfect setup here. Privacy, discretion, and all the medical equipment we could need." Edward's eyes widened in shock, his anger flaring instantaneously. "Absolutely not, Victor!" he exclaimed, slamming his fist on the desk. "I will not turn my clinic into some sort of...some sort of mad scientist lair! I have a reputation to uphold, patients who trust me!" Victor's smile faded, his eyes growing cold. "Ah, Edward, always so righteous," he said, his voice like ice. "But let me remind you, you don't have a choice in this matter. If you want to keep Karen as your wife, if you want her to remain human, you will do as I say." Edward's heart raced, his blood running cold at the reminder of the deal he had made. "You can't force me to do this, Victor," he said, his voice shaking with anger and fear. Victor leaned back in his chair, a cruel smile playing on his lips.
"Oh, but I can, Edward," he said, his voice as cold as ice. "You see, I have something you want, and you have something I need. It's a simple matter of quid pro quo." Edward's heart sank as he realized the truth of Victor's words. He was trapped, backed into a corner with no way out. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say. "Alright, Victor," he said, his voice heavy with resignation. I will turn my clinic into a doll conversion center. But I want your assurance that Karen will remain human, that she will never be turned into a doll against her will." Victor's smile widened, triumph gleaming in his eyes. "Of course, Edward," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "I give you my word."
Victor and Isabella were frequent visitors to Edward's clinic over the next few days, overseeing the transport and installation of two of Victor's transformation chambers. Edward watched as Victor made the final adjustments to one of the chambers, as Isabella assisted him.
"Right, that looks good, " said Victor, satisfied the chamber was now fully operational, "now we need to take you through the process. Why don't you call your charming secretary in here?" Victor said to Edward.
"What for?" Asked Edward.
"So we can turn her into a doll, of course," explained Victor.
Edward hesitated, a sense of unease washing over him. "Why her?" he asked, his voice guarded. Victor sighed, as if explaining something obvious to a child. "Edward, my dear man, you're not understanding the magnitude of this operation. Your entire staff must be transformed. Every single one of them." Edward's eyes widened in shock. "What? Why?" Victor leaned back in his chair, folding his hands in his lap. "It's simple, really. I can't have any loose ends, any potential leaks. If your staff knows the truth about what we're doing here, they could talk. They could ruin everything. But if they're all dolls, they won't be able to talk, will they?" Edward's mind raced, trying to wrap his head around the implications of Victor's words. "But...but what about their families? Their lives?" Victor waved a dismissive hand. "Collateral damage, I'm afraid. Besides, you didn't care about the lives of the patients you recommended to take my treatment."
Edward realised with shame that Victor was right, he had hardly protested when Victor coerced him to recommend Victor's treatment to his patients. But this was different, these were his colleagues and friends who he was being asked to cooperate in turning them to dolls.
Edward's stomach churned at the thought, but he knew Victor was right. He had no choice. He took a deep breath and pressed the intercom button on his desk. "Rosa, could you come in here please?" he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. A moment later, the door opened and Rosa walked in, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She was stunning, as always, her dark hair and eyes contrasting sharply with her pale skin. "You wanted to see me, Doctor?" she asked, her voice smooth and professional. Edward gestured to the chair next to Victor. "Yes, Rosa. Please, have a seat. We have something important to discuss with you." Rosa raised an eyebrow but did as she was told, sitting down next to Victor.
"So, what's this important discussion about?" she asked, her voice cool and collected. "Ah, Rosa, I'm glad you asked," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "You see, Edward and I have come to an agreement. Since I've set up shop in his clinic, I've decided to let his staff take my treatment for free." Rosa's eyes widened in surprise. "Free? Why would you do that?" she asked, her voice suspicious. Victor chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Well, Rosa, let's just say it's a mutually beneficial arrangement. Edward gets to keep his staff happy and loyal, and I get...well, let's just say I get some extra inspiration for my work." Rosa's eyes narrowed, a look of realization dawning on her face.
"Wait a minute," she said, her voice suddenly sharp. "This is the same process that celebrities like Elizabeth Walker and Ellen Thompson have undergone, isn't it? The one that makes them look younger, more...perfect." Victor's smile widened, a cold, calculating glint in his eyes. "Ah, Rosa, I knew you were a smart one," he said, his voice like a snake's hiss. "Yes, this is the same process. And soon, you too will be able to enjoy the benefits of eternal youth and beauty." Rosa's eyes lit up at the mention of eternal youth, her vanity taking over. "Really?" she asked, her voice practically bubbling with excitement. "Yes, really," Victor replied, his smile widening at her enthusiasm. "So, what do you say, Rosa? Ready to turn back the clock?" "Yes, absolutely!" Rosa exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement. "I've always wanted to try this treatment, but it's so expensive. This is my chance!" Edward looked at her, a mixture of relief and unease washing over him. He was relieved that Rosa was taking the news so well, but he also felt a pang of guilt for not telling her the full truth about the treatment. "Well, that's settled then," Victor said, standing up and clapping his hands together. "Let's get started.
Rosa, you'll need to remove your clothes and lie down in the chamber for the transformation." Victor said, gesturing towards the glass chamber. Rosa hesitated for a moment, looking at the chamber with a mix of excitement and apprehension. But her desire for eternal youth and beauty pushed her forward. She began to undress, slowly and provocatively, letting her clothes fall to the floor one by one. Edward watched, unable to look away, as Rosa stripped down to her underwear and climbed onto the bed in the glass chamber. The sight of her nearly naked body, her dark hair fanned out on the pillow, sent a jolt of desire through him. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to hide his growing erection. Victor, noticing Edward's discomfort, smirked. "Don't worry, Edward," he said, his voice low and mocking.
"I'll make sure she's well taken care of." With that, Victor walked over to the chamber and closed the glass door, sealing Rosa inside. He then turned to the control panel on the wall, his fingers dancing over the buttons and dials. "Watch closely, Edward," he said, his voice cold and commanding. "I'm going to show you how it's done." Edward stood up, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched Victor's hands move deftly over the controls. He could feel the tension in the room, the anticipation of what was about to happen. And then, with a final flick of a switch, Victor stepped back, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "There," he said, his voice like a snake's hiss. "Now, let's see what happens." Edward watched in awe and horror as Victor pressed a final button, and the chamber began to hum with energy. Suddenly, a thick white fog started to fill the chamber, swirling and churning as it enveloped Rosa's body. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she let out a small gasp before the fog completely consumed her. Edward's heart raced as he watched the fog thicken, obscuring Rosa from view. He could hear her muffled cries, could see her shadowy form writhing on the bed. "What's happening to her?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Victor turned to him, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "She's becoming a doll, Edward," he said, his voice cold and detached. "It's a painful process, but it's necessary.
Now, watch closely, Edward," Victor said, turning back to the control panel. "I'm going to show you how to use the chamber's de-aging function." He pressed a series of buttons, and the hum of the chamber changed pitch. The fog began to thicken. Victor adjusted a dial, and her movements slowed, her cries becoming softer. "What are you doing?" Edward asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Victor turned another dial, and the chamber began to glow with a soft, golden light. "And now, the de-aging process begins." Edward watched in amazement as Rosa's body began to change. Her skin smoothed out, wrinkles disappearing like they were never there. Her hair darkened and gained a healthy shine, falling in soft waves around her shoulders.
Her wrinkles smoothed out, her skin tightening and firming. She felt younger, like the weight of the years was lifting off her. She laughed, a sound of pure joy, as she felt her body changing, becoming more toned, more firm. But then, suddenly, she felt a strange sensation. Her skin began to harden, like it was turning to marble. She looked down in horror as she saw her hands, now small and childlike, resting on her chest. She screamed, a sound of pure terror, as she realised what was happening. She was shrinking, her body decreasing in size, her limbs getting smaller and thinner. She kicked and struggled, trying to break free from the chamber, but it was no use. She was trapped, at the mercy of the machine, as it transformed her into a doll. "Victor, what's happening to me?!" she cried out, panic rising in her voice.
"Victor, what's happening to me?! I'm shrinking!" Edward's eyes widened in horror as he watched Rosa's body begin to shrink, her limbs growing smaller and thinner, her skin hardening like marble. "Victor, stop it!" he shouted, lunging for the control panel. But Victor was quicker, stepping in front of him and pushing him back. "It's too late, Edward," he said, his voice cold and detached. "The process is already underway. She will become a doll, and there's nothing you can do to stop it." Edward watched in helpless horror as Rosa's screams filled the room, her body convulsing as it shrank and hardened. Her eyes, wide with terror, met his, pleading for help. But there was nothing he could do. Within moments, the transformation was complete. Rosa was now a small, immobile, conscious doll, her eyes glassy and lifelike. Edward stared at her, horrified.
"Rosa," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "What have I done?" Victor, unperturbed, picked up the now-doll-sized Rosa and carried her towards a shelf filled with identical dolls. "Nothing, Edward," he said, placing Rosa carefully among them. "You've simply given her eternal youth and beauty." Rosa, trapped in her tiny, rigid body, could only watch in horror as Victor placed her on the shelf. She could see, she could think, but she couldn't move, couldn't speak. She was helpless, a prisoner in her own body. Panic surged through Rosa, but she was powerless to act.
"Now it's your turn," said Victor to Edward, "call in another one of your staff and you can operate the machine." Edward hesitated, his mind racing. He knew he had to comply with Victor's demands, but the thought of turning another one of his staff into a doll made him feel sick. "Mary, could you come in here please?" A moment later, the door opened and Mary walked in, her red hair pulled back into a tight bun, her uniform crisp and neat. " You need something, Edward," she asked, her voice firm and professional. "Yes, Mary. Please sit down," said Edward. Mary raised an eyebrow but did as she was told, sitting down next to Victor.
"So, what's this about, Edward?" she asked, her voice firm and professional. Edward took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say. "Mary, I have something important to tell you. You know how I've been working with Dr. Von Reinhardt on a new anti-aging treatment?" Mary nodded, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Yes, I've heard rumors about it. The celebrities who look years younger." "Exactly," Edward said, nodding. "Well, I want to offer you the chance to try it out. For free." Mary's eyes widened in surprise. Edward hesitated, trying to come up with a plausible explanation. "I thought that I should offer the treatment to my staff, especially you Mary, you've been such a help to me over the years." Edward paused, watching Mary's reaction carefully. "Well, I must say, that's a very generous offer, Edward," Mary replied, her eyes gleaming with interest. "I've always wanted to try it, but it's so expensive. Edward felt a wave of relief wash over him. Mary was taking the news better than he had hoped. "That's great, Mary," he said, smiling. "I'm glad you're on board. Now, I need you to do something for me." Mary raised an eyebrow. "What is it?" she asked. "I need you to strip to your underwear and lie in the chamber," Edward said, gesturing to the glass chamber. Mary's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't hesitate. "Of course, Doctor," she said, standing up and beginning to unbutton her blouse.
Edward watched, his heart pounding in his chest, as Mary stripped down to her underwear and climbed onto the bed in the glass chamber. Her body was firm and toned, her skin smooth and unblemished. She lay back, her red hair fanning out around her, and looked up at him with a mixture of trust and anticipation. "Are you ready, Mary?" he asked, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "As ready as I'll ever be, Doctor," she said. Edward took a deep breath, his hand hovering over the control panel. He knew what he had to do, but he also knew that there was no turning back once he started the machine. He looked at Mary one last time, her eyes wide and trusting, and then he pressed the button. The chamber hummed to life, the glass walls filling with a thick, white fog.
Victor, standing behind Edward, watched intently as the doctor's hands trembled slightly over the controls. "Steady, Edward," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "You don't want to rush this." Edward nodded, taking a deep breath and trying to steady his nerves. He knew what he had to do, but the enormity of the situation was beginning to weigh heavily on him. He looked at Mary, her eyes wide and trusting, and felt a pang of guilt. But it was too late to turn back now. He pressed a series of buttons, and the fog began to churn and swirl, enveloping Mary's body. Edward's heart raced as he watched the fog thicken, obscuring Mary from view.
He gripped the control panel tightly, his knuckles turning white, as he waited for Victor's signal. "Now, Edward," Victor said, his voice cold and commanding. "Initiate the doll transformation sequence." Edward hesitated, his finger hovering over the button. He looked at Mary's form, now barely visible through the fog, and felt a pang of doubt. But Victor's voice cut through his thoughts, sharp and insistent. "Do it, Edward. Now." With a deep breath, Edward pressed the button. The chamber hummed louder, the fog churning and swirling with renewed intensity. Mary's cries grew louder, more desperate, as her body began to change.
Her breasts grew fuller, her hips wider, her body transforming into that of a ripe, young woman. But then, suddenly, her skin began to harden, like it was turning to marble. Her eyes widened in terror as she looked down and saw her limbs and torso shrinking. "Edward, no!" she cried out, her voice filled with panic.
"I'm shrinking! Edward, stop it!" But it was too late. Mary's body continued to shrink, her limbs growing smaller and thinner, her skin hardening like marble. She let out a final scream as her body froze, her eyes wide and glassy. Edward stared in horror as Mary's transformation completed, leaving behind a small, immobile doll. "Well done, Edward," Victor said, clapping him on the back. "Now, place her on the shelf next to Rosa." Edward hesitated, looking at Mary's doll form, then at Rosa's lifeless eyes. "But...she's conscious," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "She can see, hear, everything. But she can't move, can't speak." Victor shrugged, a cold smile playing on his lips. "That's right, Edward. Why do you think my dolls are so cooperative? They'll do anything to keep themselves from experiencing that. Now, place her on the shelf." Edward felt a chill run down his spine, but he knew he had no choice.
As the morning wore on Victor supervised as Edward transformed his three remaining nurses, and his two receptionists, into dolls. Edward stood in front of the shelf that held the dolls of his eight staff, the women who were once his colleagues now 8 inch high porcelain figures.
"Excellent work, Edward," said Victor jovially, "you learnt the transformation process perfectly. Leave these dolls with me. I'll make sure they understand their new circumstances. Why don't you go home to your wife for the day?" Victor suggested, patting Edward on the back. "You've earned a break." Edward nodded, grateful for the reprieve. He needed time to process what had happened, to think about what he had done. He left the clinic, the weight of his actions heavy on his mind. As the door closed behind him, Victor turned to the shelf filled with dolls. "Alright, ladies," he said, his voice cold and commanding. "I think it's time we had a little chat." The dolls stared at him, their glassy eyes fixed and unblinking. "First things first," he began, pacing back and forth in front of them. "You are no longer human. You are dolls, mere objects to be used and discarded at my whim. You have no rights, no freedoms. You exist only to serve me and my clients." He paused, letting his words sink in.
"But, if you cooperate, if you do exactly as I say, I will allow you to retain some semblance of your humanity. You will be allowed to stay in your current forms, and you will even have some freedom to take advantage of your new, perfect bodies." The dolls stared at him, their glassy eyes unblinking, but Victor could sense a spark of hope igniting within them. "However," he continued, his voice hardening, "if you disobey, if you try to escape or cause any trouble, you will be punished. And let me assure you, my punishments are...unpleasant." He let his gaze linger on each doll, making sure they understood the gravity of his words. "Now, who wants to start? Who wants to prove to me that they can be good little dolls?" Victor asked, his eyes scanning the shelf of lifeless figures. None of them moved, none of them spoke. Victor sighed, shaking his head. "Very well," he said, turning to leave. "I suppose I'll just have to start with one of you." He paused, his eyes landing on Rosa's doll form. "Yes, you'll do nicely," he muttered, picking her up and carrying her towards the couch in the corner of the room. He placed her down gently, his fingers brushing against her cool, porcelain skin. "Now, let's see if we can't get you back to your old self, shall we?" he said, pressing a button on a small remote he pulled from his pocket. Rosa's doll body began to tremble, and then, to her utter shock, she felt herself growing, her limbs lengthening, her body softening. She gasped, her eyes widening as she felt her skin regain its warmth and elasticity. She was returning to human form, her body expanding and changing. She could feel every inch of her body, could feel the blood rushing through her veins, could feel the air filling her lungs. She was alive again, her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at her body, now fully human once more, and let out a cry of relief and joy. "I'm back," she whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion. "I'm human again." Victor watched her, a cold smile playing on his lips as he admired her naked body. "Yes, Rosa," he said, his voice like ice. "But for how long?" Rosa asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to go back to being a doll, Victor. I can't bear the thought of it." Victor's smile faded, his eyes hardening. "Then you will do exactly as I say, Rosa," he said, his voice cold and commanding. "You will serve me, and you will serve my clients. You will do whatever I tell you to do, whenever I tell you to do it. Do you understand?" Rosa hesitated, her mind racing. She knew what she was getting into, knew the danger she was putting herself in. But the thought of being a doll again, of being trapped in that tiny, rigid body, was too much to bear. "Yes, Victor," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. "I understand. I'll do whatever you say." Victor's smile returned, cold and mocking.
One by one, Victor returned all of Edward's staff back to human form, and each one pledged their loyalty to Victor so they would not be returned to doll form. Eventually Victor was standing in front of 8 naked kneeling women, their newly perfect bodies shaking with anger and fear.
"Now, listen up, my little dolls," he began, his voice cold and commanding. "As of today, this clinic will no longer be treating humans. From now on, it will be devoted to carrying out my doll transformation process." The women gasped, their eyes widening in shock and disbelief. "What do you mean?" asked Rosa, her voice trembling. "You can't just turn people into dolls!" Victor smiled, a chilling expression that sent a shiver down their spines. "Oh, but I can, Rosa. And I will. This clinic will be the perfect cover, a place where people can come to 'reverse the aging process', and leave as perfect, immortal dolls." The women looked at each other, horror and revulsion written across their faces. "But...what about us?" asked Mary, her voice barely above a whisper. "What happens to us?" Rosa asked, her voice barely audible. Victor's cold smile sent a shiver down their spines. "You'll continue to staff the clinic, my dears," he said, his voice casual. "As long as you perform well, you'll be allowed to remain human." The women gasped, their eyes widening in shock. "What do you mean, 'remain human'?" asked Mary, her voice trembling. "I mean exactly what I said, Mary. If you displease me, or if you fail to meet my expectations, you will be returned to your doll forms. The women nodded, their faces pale with fear. "Good," Victor said, his voice cold and commanding.
"Now, you may all get dressed and go home for the day. Except for you, Mary." He pointed to the curvy blonde, who looked up at him with wide, frightened eyes. "You will remain naked on your knees until I tell you otherwise." Mary's face paled, but she nodded, her body trembling as she remained in position. The other women quickly gathered their clothes and dressed, casting nervous glances at Mary as they left the room. Once they were gone, Victor turned his attention to Mary, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "You see, Mary," he said, his voice low and mocking, "I have plans for you. Special plans."
Victor stood over Mary, his tall frame casting a long shadow over her naked body.
She knelt on the floor, her head bowed, her arms wrapped around her knees. He could see her body trembling, could hear the soft sound of her breathing. He sat down on the couch, his eyes never leaving her. "Come here, Mary," he said, his voice cold and commanding. She hesitated for a moment, then slowly got to her feet and walked towards him, her head still bowed. He could see the fear in her eyes, the uncertainty. It excited him. "On your knees," he ordered, pointing to the floor in front of him. She did as she was told, lowering herself to the ground and looking up at him with wide, frightened eyes. "Good," he said, his voice softening slightly. "Now, take out my cock." Mary's eyes widened in shock, but she didn't hesitate. She reached out, her small hands trembling as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants.
She could feel his eyes on her, watching her every move, and it made her heart race. She took a deep breath and reached inside, her fingers wrapping around his hard cock. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and uncertain, and he nodded, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Go on, Mary," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Suck my cock." She hesitated for a moment, then leaned forward, her mouth opening as she took him in. He let out a low groan, his hips bucking slightly as she began to suck, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. He reached down, his large hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples. She gasped, her mouth filling with him as he leaned forward, his fingers pinching and twisting her sensitive flesh.
She felt his body tense, his grip on her breasts tightening, and then he was coming, his hot seed shooting into her mouth, onto her tongue. She tried to pull back, but his hands held her in place, forcing her to swallow every drop. When he finally released her, she fell back, her chest heaving, her face covered in his cum. "Clean it off, Mary," he growled, his voice rough and commanding. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and startled, but she didn't hesitate. She reached up, her fingers wiping the cum from her cheeks, her chin, her lips. She tasted him, salty and bitter, as she licked her fingers clean. He watched her, his eyes dark and intense, as she wiped his cum from her face. "Good girl," he said, his voice softening slightly. "Now, get dressed and go home.
And remember, Mary - you're mine now. Don't even think about running." Victor's voice was cold and commanding, sending a shiver down Mary's spine. She nodded, her eyes fixed on the floor, as she quickly gathered her clothes and dressed. As she stepped out of the clinic, she took a deep breath, the fresh air filling her lungs and clearing her mind. She had made it out, but at what cost? She was no longer her own person, no longer in control of her own life. She belonged to Victor now, and the thought sent a chill down her spine. She took a few steps down the street, her mind racing, when she heard a familiar voice call out to her. "Mary? Is that you?" She turned to see Rosa, her former colleague and friend, standing on the sidewalk, her eyes filled with concern. "Rosa," Mary breathed, relief washing over her.
"I thought it was you. Listen, I have to tell you something. Victor...he made me..." Her voice trailed off, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and shame. Rosa's eyes widened with concern. "What? What did he make you do, Mary?" Mary took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to say. "He made me give him a blow job, Rosa. Right there in the clinic, on my knees." Rosa gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in shock. "Oh, Mary, I'm so sorry," she said, her voice filled with sympathy. "But why? Why would he do that?" Mary shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "I don't know, Rosa. I don't know what he wants from us. But I'm scared. I'm scared of what he's going to do next." Rosa nodded, her own fears mirroring Mary's.
"I know it's hard, Mary, but we have to face the facts. We're not in control here. Victor is. And if we want to stay human, we have to do what he says." Mary looked at her, tears streaming down her face. "But what if he asks us to do something we can't? Something...horrible?" Rosa took a deep breath, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. "Then we'll do it, Mary. Because if we don't, he'll turn us back into dolls. And trust me, that's far worse than anything he could ask of us as humans." Mary looked at her, shock and horror written across her face. "But...but that's slavery, Rosa. We can't just do whatever he says." Rosa's gaze was steady, her voice firm. "We can, and we will, Mary. Because the alternative is too terrible to bear.