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Tad kept his eyes shut, trying to get his breathing under control.

He couldn't move anything below the neck, completely immobilized, locked within the large surgical machine in the back of the "Junk Shop".

These machines were used for the more extensive mods the Junk Shop offered, like full-body recolors, synthetic organ replacements, and large-scale part swaps. He'd always been more of a "junk enthusiast", so he never really liked to use these machines, nor did he advertise them when he was running his store, but he'd run them enough to know what they could do.

Which was why it was absolutely terrifying to know just who was sitting behind the controls.

A female raccoon was typing in some sort of elaborate program on the computer that controlled the machine, wearing a tailored labcoat which hugged her sexy little curves, though he'd noticed a few bloodstains that hadn't come fully out with bleach. Next to her sat a big pink coffee mug, covered in little red hearts, with "CUTIE-PIE!" written in girly letters on the side. Her tail flicked back from side to side against the ground, her occasional girlish giggles breaking the silence as she worked on whatever it was she'd been planning.

She'd introduced herself as "Tanuki".

He'd heard stories within the company about the mysterious product developer, all varying levels of disturbing. She'd been on as a surgical expert at a time when the company - then just known as the "Mod Shop" - didn't officially offer "surgery", not that she'd ever had a license to begin with. She'd been brought in as a new "district manager" to clean up the current mess, one which had been caused by him going a few steps too far with his little "Random Trading Game", leading to an ongoing investigation into the company.

Which was, of course, why he was now locked in a machine made for doing all sorts of extreme modifications.

He'd asked her a few times what she planned to do with him, but she'd only told him to wait until she was ready, getting forceful enough about it that he'd stopped asking.

After that, he'd spent the last 15 minutes in near silence, trying to keep his breathing under control as the sound of her loud, purposeful keystrokes echoed throughout the otherwise quiet clean-room.

"Well Tad," she finally spoke "it looks like your latest review came back pretty good, all things considered." she rolled her eyes, casually taking a sip of her coffee, "I'd say you're a star employee! ...outside of your little infractions, that is."

"That doesn't matter does it?" He tried to growl, but it came out as more of a whimper, "You're still planning on terminating me at the end of whatever this is."

"I can't say what I'm planning just yet," she mused, "but I'd say the more important question is, do you want to keep working here?"

"Y-yes." He stammered, "I know that's not gonna happen, but... I love working for the Shop, I love my job and I love what it lets me do!"

"Well that's good. That's real good, Tad. I like that you still want to work here: we need employees like that. However, you've endangered this whole project..." she narrowed her eyes, "All of our work, all of our plans, especially with Governor Satchel and the rest of them trying to shut us down right now... do you really think we need this shit?"

"I'm sorry!" he whined, "I... I wasn't thinking!"

"Clearly you weren't." she took another sip of her coffee, still casually poking over the instruction-set for the machine, "I know we've overlooked a lot of shit for you Tad, but what made you think doing a swap on a minor was going to be one of them?"

"He snuck in... I wasn't wat-"

"Tad, minors not sneaking in is part of the whole reason we have people watching the machines." she rolled her eyes, "and don't tell me you weren't watching: I play more sadistic games than you do. You were watching..." she sneered, not bothering to restrain the sides of her mouth as they slid up past her eyes to reveal a maw filled with massive pointed spikes masquerading as teeth, "You were watching with glee as you took those cocks, just like I'm going to watch as you squirm while I play a little Random Trading Game with you!"

"Please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please just fire me so I can move on! I don't care if I have to go work as a whore or a cutter. I don't even care if you take my junk away, just... whatever this is, just..."

"Firing you isn't part of the plan, Tad..." she said, hitting enter on the keyboard thrice, sliding out of the chair, hips sashaying as she strode over, "...The plan was to put you on probation, and this was just the fun way to do it."

His eyes widened as she loomed over the control screen of the machine, "Wha-what are you gonna do to me?!"

"What do you think I'm doing, Tad?" she asked, hitting the button labeled "Initiate Procedure", causing the machine to whir to life, making his body feel that warm, tingling sensation all over, "You said you wanted to stay with the company Tad. How do you think you're going to do that if we can't trust you?"

His brain began to whir through the situation: she'd placed him in the newest prototype of the machines they used to do more extensive procedures, such as full-body recolors and large part-swaps, and he felt the familiarly pleasant, warm tingling covering... "My body... You're taking my body..." his eyes widened as he felt the gentle prick of those claws grasping his spine, "OOOH FUUUCK!! YOU'RE TAKING MY BODY!!!"

"Yes!" the raccoon cackled as the lasers went to work, "Yes, you Clever boy! I'm taking your body!"

"PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE," he begged, "I DON'T WANNA DIE LIKE THIS!!!"

"Oh, you won't die." she rolled her eyes, "I'm just gonna make a few... changes." she grinned as she savored the last word, lips peeling back to reveal those monstrous teeth yet again, "Good changes too! I think you might even like them! Well... You would on someone else..."

Tad grit his teeth and whimpered within the machine as the feeling in his legs began to fade out in little bursts of tingling that would've been pleasant if he didn't know what they were.

"See, the interesting thing about these machines is, a lot of furs on the street think they can only trade genitals. Hell, some of them think that's all we do at the 'Junk Shop'..." she sneered at him before rolling her eyes, "Your fault, not mine."

Tad closed his eyes and whined, the feeling in his crotch disappearing with a sensation almost like being stroked off, as the nerves connecting his manhood were disconnected.

"Really, it should be obvious: if you have a machine that can trade one part, logically speaking, it can trade any part... Well, except the head." she smirked, "You'll get to keep your head Tad, isn't that good?"

He blinked the tears out of his eyes, "Are you... Are you going to leave me as just a head? Some disembodied head for you to use as some... sick decoration?!"

"No, but good guess. I've always wanted to try that, actually." she ran that long, slender tongue over her lips. "You know, I like it when they guess..." she purred. "Back in the war, I used to make my captives guess what I was gonna do to them next... Challenge myself to do something even worse!" She leaned up against the wall, raking her metal claws through the plastic with a loud grating sound, "Ahh fuck do I miss what I used to do in the war! Ummm... but I suppose the whole reason I did all that was to live in a society where we can have this conversation." she added as an afterthought.

"H-how old are you?" he said, completely taken off guard by the talk of the war: he'd only met the product-developer turned district-manager a few times in passing before today, but she looked younger than he was.

She narrowed her eyes, grinning wide again, "Should you really be asking a woman her age when she's controlling a machine that can do any surgical procedure with more precision and efficiency than any doctor could?"

He gulped, "S-sorry ma'am." he whimpered, as he felt the machine continue to unhook his spine from the rest of him, the lingering pressure of the meal he'd eaten that morning disappearing as he lost those nerves.

"Anyway Tad, it's good that you're making all these guesses. Shows you've got a thinking brain in you." she tapped his head, her surgical-steel claw hitting him with a hard thunk, "That's why we hired you, after all."

"Will you... Will you just tell me what you're doing to me?" he whined, looking down in fear as what felt like a thousand tiny kisses traveled up his abdomen, leaving nothing behind.

She smirked, turning and walking back to the desk before asking... "Tell me Tad... you've had a pussy before, right?"

"Y-yes. I mean, I work here don't I?" Of course he had. Pretty much everyone who worked at the company had tried one on a few times, and the company encouraged it. Hell, he'd even took one out for the weekend to ride a few dicks at the sex club one time.

"But you've always been a man, haven't you?" she called over his whimpering as he lost the feeling in his arms and upper back, "Never kept one long enough to let the changes set in?"

"Of course not!" he stammered, going into babbling from the erogenous sensations in his neck and chest, like the niblings of a lover, "I'm a man! A man's man at that! I'm a dude and I like to fuck du-ah-huh- ....!!!" he lost the ability to talk as his lungs were disconnected, and he could no longer push air through his mouth.

She grinned wide again, "That's right! That's absolutely right!" she cried with glee as she began to unbutton her labcoat, "You're a manly man! With the body of a manly man! ...but not for much longer." her eyes narrowed predatorily as the labcoat dropped to the floor, causing Tad's eyes to widen.

He'd never seen her without clothes before...

...He'd never realized just how much of a Modder the little mad scientist was.

Where, on any other mammalian anthro, there'd've been a pair of perky tits, Tanuki's entire snow-white chest had eight little teats poking out through the fur, leading in a line down to a strangely animalistic vulva. The crazy bitch had replaced her entire frontside with a feral's.

He felt the machine lurch as it dragged away a huge mass, looking back down with horror as he realized that mass had been his body, that, hidden behind that hood, there was nothing left of him below the neck but a spine and thousands of disconnected nerves.

He wasn't even sure how she was keeping him alive, he didn't even know the machine had the ability to take whole bodies from a living person like that, let alone keep them conscious through the process.

Tanuki plopped her fluffy ass back in the chair, reaching through with that long tail to grab the desk behind her with an abnormally prehensile end, and pull herself back where she could see the screens. She grinned as she watched whatever horrible butchery was going on inside the machine, one hand sliding down her little tummy to play with her labia.

"Alright Tad, it looks like the real show's about to start. I can't wait to see how you take to the changes I'm about to make, but rest assured, you will not enjoy them, and by the time we're through with this little trading game..." he watched as she slipped one of her fingers inside herself, just before the hood-extension slid up to cover his face...

"...I will know if you sincerely want to stay with us."

The machine lurched again, and Tad could hear the clicking and humming of the dozens of little lasers and claws inside of it whirring up again to begin whatever the "real show" was here. He cringed tightly as sensation returned, not as a mere tingling, but as an explosion.

He leaned his head back as far as what little neck he had left would go, silently screaming, not in pain, but in pleasure. It was like every nerve in his body was being turned back on, bit by bit, inch by inch, flooding him with the incredible sensation of everything being triggered at once.

He orgasmed.

Not in any genitals, as he had none to speak of, but from his brain being overwhelmed by the massive flood of sensation as the claws, lasers, and electric fields started to piece him back together.

And they didn't stop.

They just kept coming as the feelings overwhelmed his brain in waves, orgasm after orgasm, as his face and neck were engulfed in that warm tingling and gently held still by those claws, leaving him with no muscles left to thrash with, causing his mind to reel in still silence as they just kept coming.

One of the last coherent thoughts he had before his consciousness was completely subsumed was the whole reason he hadn't been advertising this machine: the process took up to 30 minutes for a single part... But for a full body?

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It could take hours.

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Tad opened his eyes.

He was bleary, dizzy, and his whole body was still tingling. He groaned as he shifted his weight, and slowly, the memories of what had happened returned to him.

He rolled from the table, trying to get to his feet, but crumpling to the floor, ending up shivering on his hands and knees, feeling the unfamiliar sting of direct cold on his smooth, furless skin.

He'd never had much more than his junk swapped, and otherwise never had a more extensive treatment than a fur recolor, but he'd been told that the brain and nervous system took a while to adjust to major alterations to the actual body structure. And after all, he'd had his entire nervous system reconnected to a completely new body.

He crawled across the floor, gritting his teeth as he felt a weight sagging from his chest. Finally, he made it to the mirror that was there for customers to examine their work, and seeing a female husky.

Not just a female, but an extremely curvaceous one, with huge, perky tits.

Bare, smooth skin, almost like a soft latex, colored in a mild, light pink, which faded to white to highlight his hands, feet, and everything from his cute little chin to his crotch.

There was blue too, a bright cyan applied to her eyelids, nose, lips, and claws like permanent makeup, as well as on those large nipples and prominent labia, making them show up like a blinking light.

Tad stopped breathing for a moment.

She'd turned him into some sort of living sex doll, no longer the image of a proud and verile man, but a thing to be passed around a party and used by horny men who were too nasty for a real slut to want to show up.

He placed a hand on the glass surface, shaking as he tried to process what had been done to him, the realization that what he was seeing in the mirror was his body almost too much to process...

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"It's good work, isn't it?" that scratchy little voice came from behind him, "Really, I'd say it's one of my best. And I once turned a female mix-breed into a male hyena with only a laser-scalpel and some chemicals." she chuckled, "He kept coming back for more after that."

Slowly, he turned his head to see Tanuki standing there in the doorway, still stark naked, her inner thighs dark and shiny from the wetness between them, casually drinking coffee from a pink mug with "#1 BITCH" printed in cutesey letters on the side.

"Anyway... I had fun!" she said in a cutesy voice, "Was it good for you too sweetie?"

"Please... Don't leave me like this..." he whimpered trying to crawl for her, but falling forward, laying his head at her feet, "Please... change me back..."

Tanuki sipped her coffee idly, as if this were simply a meeting with any customer, "Well Tina, you have two options." she stated. "Quit, and I'll turn you back and hand you over to the authorities, good as new... well, minus your genitals, considering they take those anyway when they put you in holding..." she waved her hand idly.

"...Or," her face grew the smirk of a succubus, "if you truly are loyal, and you really want this job as much as you say, you'll return to work. In this body. And you will perform your duties like a model employee until such time as I decide you're ready to go back."

She stopped, thinking about it, "If you want to go back, that is. People who end up as hot as you are after an unwanted sex change sometimes find themselves happier with their new body." She giggled at the thought as she reached inside a tiny hole in her stomach, which stretched to accommodate her hand, digging inside a pouch she'd put there to use as a pocket.

She pulled out a fresh new employee ID, letting it unroll from the lanyard to dangle in front of him. "So... What'll it be? You wanna keep your job or what?"

Tad stared at "Tina"'s name tag, mouth agape.

Was she serious? Did she seriously believe he'd want to stay after what she'd just done? He loved his job, loved the way the equipment could change people's bodies, and loved playing his mean little tricks on people... But what she'd done to him crossed a new line completely, one he'd never even realized existed.

What she'd done was sick beyond all measure, and he couldn't even say it had been torture or mutilation, because she'd done it without pain nor visible blood.

It was devious too, sadistically manipulative, pushing him to choose his new body, to choose to live as this as proof of loyalty.

Part of him wanted to scream, to run away in terror, but part of him had to admit that her sickness fascinated him, like a perfect specimen of depravity, to which his own little antics seemed juvenile in comparison.

It was a sickness beyond any he'd seen before... A sickness he could learn from.

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He felt a twinge in his tail, a bit of wetness forming in his pretty new vulva. He was becoming aroused, and he wasn't sure how much of it was something she'd done to this body to make that happen on a dime...

...And how much of it was that, secretly, deep down, a part of him liked her kinky fuckery.

He crawled a step closer to her, lowering his head, ears flattening in submission, "Yes ma'am. I'd like to keep my job."

"Good Girl." she purred, reaching out and slipping the lanyard over his head, "Now, I'll leave you here to get used to your new body. Remember, I'm making it part of the dress code that employees let customers see their extensive mods, which means good employees don't wear any clothing while on the job, so I'd better not catch you trying to put yours back on until you leave for the day. You should also drink something to re-acclimate your brain to swallowing things: I was afraid you wouldn't be able to hold a cup in this state, so I left you some fresh-clean water in a doggy-bowl until you do. When you're able to walk again, come out to the main room to assist me." she turned, grinning deviously as she walked out...

"...I'm gonna be making some big changes around here."

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