Bod Mod Ch. 09

Chapter 9 -- On Being an Object

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The toy felt like it was dreaming. It wasn't quite the dreams that humans had, made of mixed-up narratives, symbolic images and swirling colours. It was a strange infinite of blankness -- a darkness that went on and on but it wasn't sentient so it had no concept of time. It only realised it had been asleep -- or powered off to put it more accurately -- when its owner switched it back on, and it came back to reality.

It took the toy a few moments to adjust back to being powered on, its eyes focusing on Luke standing smiling in front of it.

'Good morning, sleepyhead,' Luke said. 'I almost forgot about you. Then I realised the house needed some tidying up. Get to it,' his owner ordered.

The toy was slightly confused. It had just tidied before it had gone to sleep -- well, been shut down by Luke that is. The house seemed to be in a bit of a state, and things had moved about quite a lot, but only after one night? Had Luke purposely messed up the place?

As it gathered up some clothes strewn about the bedroom floor, it asked its owner if it could ask a question.

'What is it, boy?' Luke was readying himself to have a shower.

'What day is it?' It asked, feeling slightly disoriented.

'Friday.'

The toy's stomach dropped - metaphorically as it no longer had a digestive system.

'Ah, I see you still have some of your humanity left; you're trying to get a grasp of the time. I must remember that you're not fully a robot, but a humanoid object,' he rambled to himself. 'But, to answer your shock: I have had you in stand-by mode for a few days. You don't live your own life so it's best if I keep you stored away until I need you. Don't want you hanging around with nothing better to do. I guess I forgot about you until the place started getting a bit messy. Now I could do with an object to clean up. But, yes, it's my fault. It's probably better to keep you occupied so you don't become frazzled thinking one night has passed when in fact it's been four,' he smiled. 'You do still have a bit of a human sentience inside you after all. But trial and error as they say.'

The toy had to take in what its owner was saying. It had been asleep for days, but for the toy it had felt like a night. It further solidified its place as a mere object, something like a vacuum cleaner or mop that could be put away until it was needed. It was shocking, but something stirred within it. A warmth at being considered a household object, taken out when necessary and powered down when not. Its old self would've been angered by Luke's matter-of-fact tone, but now it relished in it.

'Thank you, Sir. I appreciate you treating your object well and making the most use out of it,' it said finally.

'You're welcome, boy,' Luke made a note of Jordan's rapid transformation into an object, his mind quickly adjusting and even taking pleasure in being objectified. 'Oh, and boy,' Luke said before hopping in the shower. 'Tonight, we will have some guests over. The app has developed extremely successfully, as shown by my wonderful test subject,' he winked at the toy. 'So now we will be showing you off to some investors who would like to test you out in person. They have all seen the progress we have made on you in our reports and videos, but it's time they saw the Bod Mod in real life, and the potential it can have. So, you will have to be presentable and amenable to our guests.'

'Yes, Sir,' it nodded, taking in the vast amounts of information its owner had just said and accepting it with compliance.

'I do want to ask you something, though.'

'What is it, Sir?' the toy asked, surprised at having its opinion considered.

'Well, our investors tonight are gentlemen with... a lot of money to throw around. They're impressed with the tech and what we have produced so far, but impressive tech is a dime a dozen. What we need to do is sell an experience. All men are animals, and those who are rich are often the hungriest, looking for the new best thing. And what sells? Sex,' Luke let that sit in the air.

The toy tried to put all the pieces together, but its dumb brain wasn't connecting the dots.

'What I'm asking you is,' Luke tried to guide his toy. 'These men are going to want to use you sexually. I want you to show them a good time, do whatever they want. You will be a full-on sex toy, any adjustments they want, we'll make them. But, and I know you're my object so I can do what I want with you, I still care for your well-being. I respect you enough to ask for your consent to do this. Are you ok for them to use you as a sex toy and make changes to you? And don't say yes just to obey. Really think, is this what you want?'

The toy was taken aback. It could've cried if it still had those faculties. Yes, it was an object that had to obey its owner, but at that moment its owner cared enough to ask if it was ok to accept this role as a sex toy, to be used for pleasure. Its owner Luke was so kind and generous to ask it what it wanted.

The toy took a few moments to gather itself. Aside from the fact that it wanted to obey its owner, it was also deeply turned on by being used by a bunch of strangers. There was something within it, even before it had been reduced to an object, before it had any changes made to it, when it had still been a real person, had still been Jordan, that enjoyed being looked at for the body he inhabited, felt up, adored like a prize object, used for sex, used by men. The journey into objectification had just brought out the inner submissiveness that was always there. Jordan hadn't tapped into those hidden desires, but after becoming an object, those desires had blossomed and were much more apparent to the toy now that it was fully embracing its objectivity. It was a happiness it had never experienced as a person, but was now enjoying as an object. And to embrace it as a sex toy was the culmination of those sexual desires and fantasies come true.

'Yes, Sir. It really wants this,' the toy assured its owner.

'Good, boy,' Luke petted the object, taking the moment of consent seriously and considering the welfare of his toy. 'I'm so proud of you,' he told the toy, which sent a warmth that spread throughout its very being.