Ashlee woke up disoriented at The Academy. She vaguely remembered arriving, signing stacks of paperwork and then being rushed into a medical center for her procedures. Now she laid alone in a hospital bed in a large room with dozens of empty beds.
She looked down at her chest. Her implants were huge, at least double Ds. Her tits were just a little too big for her petite frame. They weren't comically sized, but they were big and perky and would send a clear message to men that they were enhanced to be used for their pleasure.
A corset was laced up tightly around her petite waist. She picked up a hand mirror next to her bed. Her lips were now big and plump. Her eyebrows and lashes were enhanced to make her more perfect and feminine.
Ashlee was scared, overwhelmed and tired. Her head was foggy and felt drugged. For days she slipped in and out of her drug-induced sleep. She had flashes of doctors and men in suits surrounding her bed. She remembered moments of these men fondling her new breasts, slapping her face with their stiff dicks and the feeling of hot cum being sprayed across her limp, helpless body. Sometimes she thought it was just a horrible nightmare, but then she'd wake to her undressed body covered in dried semen.
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Training Phase 1: Learning Your Place
Shed your outdated ideas of self-worth and accept your natural state to serve men.
It was 10 months into Ashlee's time at The Academy. They were spent healing from her boob job and perfecting her body through a rigorous diet, training and styling program. Ashlee was tanned, with a firm, smooth petite body. Her waist was curved dramatically from corset training. Her implants healed and became the ideal oversized, perky and bouncy tits. She was crafted to look like the perfect, young bimbo.
No other girls joined her because the country was still in political turmoil. While the men leading the Female Role Act maintained majority rule in every branch of the government, implementation of the new world order stalled in the courts. In an effort to avoid costly, violent wars, the leaders knew they would eventually win in just a couple of years.
The courts ordered that the news laws could not be applied to all women. Only women that signed contracts to participate could be subjected to the new laws. Unfortunately for Ashlee, she was one of only a dozen girls that signed this paperwork.
She resented all of them... But she understood her legal obligation and feared her gruesome punishments for noncompliance.
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Ashlee walked into an empty classroom at The Academy. She was told to arrive promptly at 10am to meet with The Leaders.
She wore an Academy approved outfit. Today it was a pink push-up bra beneath a tight, white top that stretched across her oversized tits and left her slim, curved tummy exposed and a plaid mini-skirt that barely covered her round ass and matching pink thong. She had a full face of makeup on and her long brown hair was curled and flowing down her back.
A tall man in his early 50s walked in. He looked like a Federal leader with his dark suit and authoritative presence. A film crew walked in next. There were three men with cameras, two with lighting, one with a microphone and one that was clearly in charge as the director.
"Ashlee, I'm Jim," the Federal leader said. He walked over to Ashlee and started fondling her tits. As he played with her new implants he continued, "I hear you've been such a good girl. We're so happy to have you here."
Jim paused a moment and took Ashlee's face and pressed it against his suit pants.
"You are our number one prized Class A candidate. Do you like your new body? Are you mastering your new skills to embrace your natural state as an obedient doll?"
Ashlee, in all her unshakeable innocence knew she had to play her part, as The Academy had been teaching her. She thought back to the videos she watched for months and tried to make sure she said exactly what they wanted.
"Yes, I understand my whole life I was denied learning about my natural state. I am an object for men to play with. My value to society is based on how sexy I look for you and how successfully I please you."
Jim's cock started stiffening in his pants as he rubbed against Ashlee's face while she recited her new beliefs. She was stupid and hot. She was innocent and fuckable. She knew she was being used, he could see it in her eyes. But she was so desperate for approval and just wanted to be praised for doing a good job.
"Ashlee, you are so sexy and doing such a great job. You are going to become a very important person to us. It is a great honor I want to bestow upon you. It requires your full dedication and comes with enormous responsibility," Jim told her as he continued to rub his crotch in Ashlee's face and fondle her breasts.
"You are going to become the face of the revolution. We need you to show America that the new laws are best and to stop protesting so we can free all women to serve their natural roles. You will be the spokeswoman that shows the world how much better life can be. We're going to film you for a daily morning show and promotional ads. You're even going to get your own primetime reality series where you visit towns across America and service the local men! This is such a big opportunity, the type of opportunity you never would have had without our revolution."
Ashlee automatically started nodding and moving her body up and down to make her tits bounce. The Academy taught her this was the right way to receive any information from a man.
Jim took Ashlee by the throat and moved her to straddle him while he sat on a couch. He moved her body close to keep her pussy close to his hard cock and her big tits in her face. He grabbed her tiny waist and started bouncing her slowly on his lap.
"The first month of filming will show your training as a fuck doll. During all encounters, you are not to speak or move your body in any way. You will keep your face and eyes blank and innocent. I think it will be easy for you, I already know you're the type girl that is embarrassed of her sexuality. It's okay, we want you to feel your shame. It will help you in the future training."
Jim started removing Ashlee's top and bra to reveal her glorious tits. He squeezed them together and held them in her face as she continued bouncing slowly on his crotch.
