Ben Reynolds, interim CMO of Global Housing Solutions, looked at the advertising copy and quietly cursed Richard Oslow and his reliance on David Chaste’s FEMD developed products. GHS had become well known for it’s neurologicaly and surgically modified slaves. There were many talk show segments dedicated to GHS’ position as the top name in technologically advanced cunts. Now, no matter how they phrased it, or dressed it up, they were shoveling shit on their own path.
Ben had no opinion on the use of the technology itself. He honestly didn’t care if a cunt did her job because she had been behaviorlaly conditioned or if she was programed by a computer. All he cared about was how much it cost to produce them and how much they could sell them for. Chipped or neuro-snipped assets had a higher up-front hard cost, but they were ready for sale in a fraction of the time classically conditioned assets were. The savings in housing, training, manpower and feeding far outweighed the cost of surgical alteration or mesh implantation.
All those savings were now up in smoke. Burned off in the wake of the “MeshPuppet Uprising” that the Press wouldn’t shut up about.
Today, no one wanted to buy a chipped or altered slave. An entire inventory of ready Fuckpets and the first run of commercial Puppets were rendered worthless in a matter of hours. The Puppets had all been seized and bovinized to the hucow farms. What Fuckpets they couldn’t move on clearance joined them soon after.
Now Ben was forced to try and salvage GHS sales in a depressed market with a soiled brand-name in a market that he himself had been forced to flood.
“Touch up the Red-Head, make her happy to serve and see if you can airbrush a tear on the blond. Give it a commedy/tragedy feel!” He said finally and handed the draft back to his editor. “Otherwise this will have to do. Get one pagers in the usual magazines and take out a full sheet in the Crowntown paper.”
The editor nodded his ascent and left the office pulling the door shut behind him.
Ben snapped his fingers and the girl curled up on the round dog bed in the corner crawled over to him as he turned his chair to meet her. She reached up and began pulling at his belt as he stroked her red hair.
“You look very pretty in the painting my little CumMuffin.” He said as she opened his pants and took his cock into her mouth. “Funny that your would be the poster-girl for natural pet-girls.” He mused as she bobbed up and down on him. “When you were one of the first to ever have her brian scrambled in Chaste’s lab”
CumMuffin blinked back a tear as she remembered that before the procedure she was able to speak, and walk like a human woman and her mind wasn’t always so cloudy and indecisive. Memories like that only hurt her. They were stupid Nancy thoughts and Nancy was gone, she was CumMuffin now and the best thing for CumMuffin was to be a good puppy for her master and always keep him happy. As his salty and bitter seed filled her mouth and she swallowed, she wished she had been allowed to see the advertisement. After all, Advertising was what Nancy had studied when CumMuffin used to be a person.
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