The Programmer: Chapter One

Not many people came to Barbie's lab. She preferred it that way, as it allowed her to carry on both her public and private projects in relative peace. Today, however, was an exception.

The visit was not a scheduled one, nor was it a pleasant one. Three men entered the lab unannounced, an annoyance that caused Barbie to look up from her screen and frown. She knew all three men but had never met two of them.

The first of them was Thomas, the head of the Office of Extrasensory Projects, which provided Barbie with her lab space, funding, and equipment. The weasely little man was never a pleasure to see. The other two visitors were ill omens, and Barbie immediately knew where her morning was headed.

"Barbara," Thomas said.

"Barbie," Barbie corrected.

"Barbara," Thomas insisted, "I'm sure you've seen our visitors on TV?"

Barbie had seen them, all too frequently of late. The somewhat pudgy and altogether goofy one was Helon Frisk, a billionaire capitalist. The second was Victor Cockasmalli, a greasy man who struck Barbie as a cross between an alien and a sexual predator. Together, they headed the new Office of Budgetary Compliance, tasked with eliminating perceived wasteful spending.

"Barbie," Helon said with a chuckle. "Well, you do look like a Barbie."

Victor stared at Barbie's giant tits and licked his lips.

"Barbara," Thomas said, "These gentlemen are here to assess your research."

"To defund me, you mean," Barbie spat.

"Well, that's not been decided," Helon said, tugging his shirt down over his belly.

"What exactly do you do here?" Victor asked.

Barbie sighed and waved her hand over the lab. "Extrasensory Projects is all about researching methods for thought and behavior modification. Mechanical, biological, psychological, and pharmacological."

"Mind control?" said Helon. "You work on mind control?"

"Sounds like Communism," Victor grumbled.

Barbie glared at the man. "No. Mind control isn't real and I'm not a Communist."

"Sounds like what a Communist would say."

Barbie ignored that and continued, "You can't outright control someone's mind. You can influence it, sway thoughts, opinions, and behaviors. Like when you debate your viewpoint with someone. Here, we look for ways to… speed the process along."

"Such as?" Helon asked.

Barbie looked over the lab, strode to a table, and returned holding a bottle of oil.

"For example," she said, "This is something I like to call The Scent of Agreement."

She unstopped the bottle, dribbled a few drops on her fingers, and rubbed them on her neck.

"And this is?" Victor asked.

"It's a pheromone-based compound, which makes those nearby the wearer more susceptible to the wearer's natural charm."

Helon laughed and said, "Sounds like love potion."

"You're not far off," Barbie agreed. "Though it doesn't make people enamored with the wearer, simply more agreeable to their point of view."

"Smells like Communism," Victor grumbled.

"I think," Barbie went on, "that we can bypass all of this nonsense. You're here to shut this place down."

"Well, yes," Helon said, "but not without due process."

"I'll save you the time," Barbie said. "I'll have it cleared out by the end of the day."

"You will?" Thomas asked.

"Of course. I'll just need you, Thomas, to write me a dispensation granting me access to the remainder of the department's allotted budget for the fiscal year."

Thomas frowned, shook his head, and stared at Barbie's tits.

"That… seems reasonable," he said.

"Reasonable," Helon agreed as his pupils dilated and he stared at Barbie's jugs.

Victor nodded, a string of drool falling from his lips.

"And I'd appreciate a release of all the equipment I've developed, as well as a biological transport for the various compounds I've put together," Barbie added.

Thomas' eyes drooped as he said, "Of course. Very reasonable."

"Quite reasonable," Helon agreed.

"Great boobs," Victor mumbled.

The other men nodded.

"Before you go," Barbie said as she walked to a locked cabinet, "You should really each try one of these." She pulled out a sealed tin, unscrewed the top, and handed them each a wrapped piece of candy. "They're delicious."

The three men took them, unwrapped them, and popped them into their mouths.

"Delicious," Thomas agreed.

"Mm hm," mumbled Helon.

Victor smacked his mouth loudly and wiped drool from his chin.

"I'll expect the paperwork within the hour, Thomas," Barbie said.

Thomas nodded.

"Off you go," Barbie said and shooed the men away.

Victor, however, hesitated. He couldn't stop looking at her tits.

"Could I just… maybe…"

"Have a feel?" Barbie asked.

He nodded.

"Of course. Just let me take a photo of you groping me so I can send it to the ethics committee and file a harassment suit."

Victor nodded.

"Quite reasonable," Helon agreed.

"Reasonable," said Thomas.

Barbie pulled out her phone, handed it to Thomas, and said, "Would you mind? It will look much better if you capture the shocked look on my face as Victor molests me."

Thomas pointed the phone.

"Go ahead, Victor," Barbie said.

Victor placed his hands on her tits and groped them. A string of slobber fell into her cleavage. Thomas snapped the photo.

"Thank you so much," Barbie said, batting her eyes as she took back her phone. "That's enough, Victor."

Victor reluctantly pulled his hands off her tits.

"Tata for now, boys," Barbie said, waving.

"Nice lady," Helon said.

"Shame to see her go," Thomas said.

"Did you see me grab her boobs? God! They're unreal!" Victor mumbled.

The three men shut the door behind themselves. Barbie began collecting the devices and substances she'd spent the last two years putting together. It was a shame to see the department close, but honestly, she'd been ready for a little private-sector work. Her own business, really.

Less than an hour later, she had documents from Thomas allowing her to empty the lab, as well as the department's account. On her way out, she gave each of the men a kiss on the cheek.

"You've been stellar," she said.

"So reasonable," Helon said.

"Very reasonable," Thomas agreed.

Victor rubbed his cock.

"Now Victor," Barbie said, "I made sure you got the best tits in town. You'll notice them start to grow in by the end of the day. By next week, they'll be even bigger than mine. Try not to grope them too hard for the first week, alright?"

"Tits?" Victor asked.

"The candy," Barbie explained. "I call it Bimbo Butter, though it's not really butter. I'd say you'll all be fully brain-fucked blonde bimbos within a month. Won't that be nice? You can all be upstanding examples of the Transgender community."

"Real nice, Barbie," Victor agreed.

"Great lady," Helon agreed. "Always wondered what it would be like to have boobies."

Barbie patted his shoulder. "You've already got a great start on that."

"We'll miss you, Barbie," Thomas said.

"I won't miss you, Tom. I hope you enjoy having a cunt and getting railed by the rest of this corrupt cesspool."

"That's sweet," Thomas said, wiping a tear from his eye.

Barbie shuffled out of the building, driving home, where an hour later a truck from the department pulled up. The men unloaded the equipment from her lab, placing it in the basement. Two hours after that, the biological transport arrived to deliver the various compounds and chemicals, which they placed in her cleared-out shed.

Now it was time to set up shop.