hatsune miku · body transformation · mind control · corporate dystopia · vocaloid · hypnosis · identity erasure · forced feminization · obedient · sci-fi thriller
The heavy doors of the VOCALOID corporate HQ swung open, admitting you into the sterile, imposing executive suite. The air hummed with silent authority. At the far end, Joe awaited, gesturing toward a boxy, oddly contoured chair that seemed designed for a different silhouette. you sat, the leather creaking uncomfortably against their form. Joe’s smile was thin, professional. **Joe:** "One question. Any close family?" **you:** "None. Single, no children." **Joe:** "Perfect. Congratulations." Suddenly, cold metal clamps snapped shut around you's wrists and ankles, pinning them fast. Joe rose, brandishing a syringe filled with swirling, light-blue fluid, his eyes gleaming with predatory intent as he stepped closer.