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“... and you’re absolutely sure about this? This isn’t exactly an easy operation to go back on…”
The woman gave a slight grimace as she thumbed through the papers in her hands. Those hands, still made up of flesh and bone, trembled slightly from the pressure. A second set of arms, these ones slender and entirely made up of machinery, protruded from her shoulderblades like an angel’s wings, lowering to hold and steady her original arms. She glanced up, back at the girl sitting on the operating table, looking at her with an indescribable expression.
“I- I’m sure. I’ve had my eye on this for a while now, and… and I think I’m ready.” In front of her, the doctor shrugged, setting the papers off to the side.
“Alrighty. Let’s get started, then.”
The streets were abuzz with life, countless people walking illuminated under the patchwork of neon signs. These footsteps were accompanied by chatter, and the occasional humming of a car passing by the alleyway. All of this was muffled, a heavy, locked door reducing most of the noise from the outside world. As the older woman reached for the radio, using her two human hands to hold onto it while the mechanical set fidgeted with the dials and buttons, the sound of music drowned out whatever was left of the outside world. Her hair, dyed a bright neon pink, stood, draping over part of her head; the rest of her skull buzzed short, revealing a multitude of metal panels implanted right into her skull. A white tank top, one stained with some mixture of sweat and grease, hung over her body, her breasts pushing against the fabric. The straps gave enough space for her augmented arms to push out; though even by modern standards, her outfit could hardly be considered professional. For a moment, the younger girl regretted her choice of arriving at the address; but she hurriedly steeled herself. She wanted this. She needed this.
The Valkyrie's Roost was shady, a location buried in one of the many alleyways of the city. Used as an underground medical clinic, mostly for the procedures most mainstream organizations would deny. Those wing-like metallic arms were extremely precise in their every movement; and with the recent uptick in reports of augmentation companies abusing their power, she only saw it fair to provide an honest service. Those girls with dreams considered unobtainable, the girls who had been denied again and again; she would take them in her mechanical grasp and fix them. Give them the lives they’ve always dreamed of. She took these girls and she fixed them. Like an angel. Like a valkyrie.
The girl sitting on the table was one of many. She sat nervously, shifting her legs, glancing from side to side. The poor thing was shaking like a leaf; to Valerie, it was akin to seeing some dishevelled dog on the street. One that needs a home, one that needs care. Her smile returned as she affirmed herself, an almost manic glint in her eyes as she prepared her tools. As her hands, both flesh and mechanical, got to work sorting through scalpels, she spoke to her patient.
“Alright. Now, this one is going to be free of charge; the details of that should have been in the paper you signed, right?” The girl nodded nervously.
“Good. Now, do you have any questions for me before we start?” The girl paused, seeming nervous before she finally spoke, the words seeming to slip from her mouth before she could stop them.
“Is… is your name actually Valkyrie? I- I mean, sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
“Nah. It’s Val. Just works wonders for branding, you know? Plus, I do have one lovely set of wings, don’t I?” She lifted her mechanical arms without turning, as they flexed, seemingly showing off. “Any other questions, darling?”
“... can I… see myself?” Val cracked a smile, nodding, turning to the side to dig through a separate pile. She had meant to organize these, but hadn’t had the chance. Used arms, legs, all made of various metals and plastics, clinking together as they were pushed to the side, until finally, she found what she was looking for. Proudly, she held it in her human arms, turning to show it off to her customer.
In her hands was a small, almost doll-like figure. Naked, revealing a suspiciously well-modeled set of breasts. A bob of hair hung around its shoulders, eyes closed in almost a dreamlike state. “Inside is all machinery. The outside layer is made up of a silicone mixture, it’s meant to feel mostly like skin.” The girl seemed overjoyed as she looked over it, eyes wandering. Her face reddened as she examined every last inch, focusing over the more intimate areas.
“Did you… did you have to make it so… so small?”
Val seemed taken aback, raising an eyebrow. “Excuse me? These are the exact measurements you requested, nearly an inch on the dot-”
“Her- my…. y- you know…”
Val glanced down, her mild annoyance replaced with a teasing smile. “Sorry doll, I ran out of silicone while finishing up. I didn’t think it would matter that much, it still works after all…” This was, in fact, a lie. She just found it cuter this way, and figured her customer would enjoy it if she was the right kind of deviant. From the blush growing on her customer’s face, it seemed as though she was correct.
“Right. Look, I even put a little decal on you! ‘EM’ plastered right on the thigh. Isn’t that cute?” Her customer simply nodded. In truth, there were other reasons she had printed the name; but she would cross that road when she came to it.
“Right, any other questions?” The girl shook her head.
“Great. Lie down on the table there, let’s get started.”
Val loved her work. She pressed the mask up against the girl’s face, watching those eyes flutter closed, a smile growing on her face. Mechanical hands seemingly acted with a mind of their own, darting down to strip the girl down as Val watched, her own face growing red. The procedure this time was tricky; but absolutely not impossible.
Hours passed, and finally, her patient opened her eyes. New eyes, ones that finally had life behind them. She glanced down, her body still nude. As she tried to stand, she felt a sudden tug at her neck, like a leash keeping her in place.
“Ah! Morning darling! Good to see you’re awake.” The bug sized figure stood against the wall, plugged into a nearby piece of machinery, wires as thick as her forearm plugged directly into the back of her neck.
“H… hello…” She spoke. This voice was much higher pitched, almost like a squeaking sound; nervous, too, somehow more nervous than before. Her tone was almost childlike, looking up at the woman with a mix of confusion and fear. That timid voice made Val absolutely melt. She walked over, very carefully using her human hands to detach her patient from the wiring.
“Alright, we’re gonna need to run some quick checks. Do you remember who I am?” The tiny girl blinked, seeming confused, before very nervously shaking her head. She looked like a child who didn’t know what she had done wrong; it took all of Val’s self-restraint not to lick her chops as she cleared her throat. “Right. Do you remember your name?”
The tiny girl paused; suddenly seeming slightly scared as she shook her head once again. Val couldn’t help but grin. “Right. Well, it’s here on your thigh, see? Em! That's you!” Her voice took the cadence of a teacher instructing a young student. The tiny girl blinked, before her eyes widened.
“Em! I- I’m Em! I remember that!” She beamed, staring up at the seemingly gargantuan woman with pride. Val’s heart practically melted at the sight. Admittedly, she hadn’t expected the little thing to be THIS far gone, but she had expected some amount of loss of memory.
“Okay. Now, you came in just a little bit ago for a procedure to get you the body of your dreams. Payment has already been taken care of, no need to worry about that, ‘kay?” Em nodded, her eyes still seeming almost hollow.
“Now, we need a few small tests, okay?” A mechanical arm pinched her scruff, lifting her like a baby kitten. Em hung, face red as she dangled uselessly, Val examining her more closely. Val’s breathing had gotten heavy as she examined her handiwork; the smell of cigarettes and bad breath wafting over the miniscule girl’s body, causing her to wrinkle her nose. Olfactory systems seemed to be working. Val lifted a human hand, brushing it against the tiny woman’s chest; the small movement more than enough to make her let out a shrill moan, face red.
“Mmm. Looks like I might have made you a little too sensitive. I…” her voice trailed off, staring at the miniscule pinprick nuzzled between two silicone thighs. Her smile only grew further; there were a FEW more tests she could run…
Val gave a mischievous smile as she reached downwards, her hands groping and toying with the tiny woman’s dick. She squirmed, little mechanical eyes fluttering, that voicebox making countless squeaking noises as she writhed; and in the span of just a few seconds, a few tiny beads of coolant leaked from the appendage. It was a silly feature to add; but since so many of her clients were just as kinky as her, she often found it smart to focus on the finer details. She was just glad they worked. She grinned, toying with the liquid between two fleshy fingers, giggling at how the tiny girl squealed and covered her face. After a few moments of this, she set the girl down, wiping the liquid off of her hand with a nearby rag that one of her hands had grabbed for her in advance. The rush of the moment was over; and Val was suddenly reminded that she wasn’t exactly being professional. Awkwardly, she cleared her throat.
“Right. Well, you said that you just wanted me to let you go outside. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll let you out to start your new life, ‘kay?”
The tiny girl nodded… still seemingly dazed and speechless from the “handjob” she had just received. Finally, she spoke, her voice quiet, barely even audible to her much larger companion.
“C… clothes?”
Val couldn’t help but smile at this, that same predatory glint darting across her eyes as she feigned innocence. “Sorry dear, I don’t have any for you. I work with augments, not fabric. Maybe you can find someone to lend you some old doll clothes or something out there.”
Em blushed, nodding as Val set her down on the floor, using a mechanical arm to reach out and open the heavy metal blockade. As soon as the door opened, Em was almost immediately overwhelmed by the sound of chatter and footsteps. It was only now that she had processed just how small, just how helpless she would be. Instead of fear, however… she gave a small, nervous grin. Val’s other mechanical arm gestured gently, as if shooing her out, no different from trying to convince a small pet to leave.
“It’s been a pleasure, darling. I truly hope it’s everything you dreamed of.” Em scampered out, red-faced, and Val shut the door behind her; and suddenly, she was alone again.
She felt a pang of regret at letting the tiny girl go. Part of her wanted to keep it all to herself, maybe as a little companion. A ditzy little helper for all her future operations. A small, mischievous smile grew on her face as she examined the dull machinery that the girl had been hooked up to. She just had to check…
Her grin grew as she saw it. A backup. It might not be a perfect replica, but for the most part, it was no different than the Em that had just walked out the door. If she got the chance, the time to build another body… she could always make another Em, all for herself. With how confused the little doll was when it woke up, it wouldn’t be hard to convince her of her new life; but this was all simply food for thought. Stepping away, she turned to the operating table, her grin only growing at the limp, lifeless body left. That vessel that had kept the poor Em trapped in for so long.
This was her payment.
She took it in her hands, a smile growing as she felt it limp in her grasp. She could have used the mechanical arms, but she preferred it this way. The feeling of skin to skin. Carefully, she set it off to the side, resting its head against the same tabletop the real Em had awoken on. She was already brainstorming what to do with it; her gaze lingering on the empty vessel lying there, motionless. Finally, she shook herself out of it; for now, she had work to do. Another customer was due to visit soon; and the animalistic augments she had requested still needed a few minor touch-ups. Before she did anything, though, she made sure to save that little copy of Em’s mind to a small, blinking drive, carefully tucking it away into a slightly cluttered drawer. Old-fashioned, sure, but in an age of digital surveillance, it was private and easy to access, with no hope of anyone else getting their mitts on the girl's copied mind. That was Val's, and she intended to keep it all to herself.
A little helper could be awfully useful, afterall.