Courtney went right home after her morning coffee run. She poured a bowl of cereal and sat down in the dining room with her meal, coffee, and the laptop she did school work on. While checking her email and a few websites, the chubby blond college girl found that she was having a lot of trouble concentrating. Today her morning coffee, which was already empty, just wasn’t enough.

A little while later, still not thinking all that clearly, Courtney was about to power down her laptop when the doorbell rang. She peaked her head out the window at the handsome delivary man. She wasn’t expecting a package. He smiled at her, making her brain turn to mush. Normally she didn’t have trouble dealing with men, but this man made her head spin.

All Courtney could do was nod and do as he said. She signed the electronic signature card when told to and took the package inside. She turned back towards the door, her large breasts prominently displayed despite her loose outfit. Robert, the Pleasure Bunnie operative disguised today as a delivary man, smiled at her again. She was cute, a little chunky for his tastes; once her attitudes were adjusted and behavior modified he hoped to get a session or two with her.

It was time to test the nanites that had been succesfully injected into this subject. He smiled again and said the trigger phrase, which had been adjusted to fit his undercover position. “Alright, have a very pleasant day, miss.”

Courtney’s gaze became distant for a moment and then she blinked twice. In her mind it only seemed like she’d lost focus, again, for a moment. “Thank you, sir.” The blond stepped back into the house and shut the door behind her.

Quickly Robert walked back to his truck and drove away. A few blocks deeper in the development, on a street with a lot of empty lots, he parked and called into headquarters. He calmly reported his findings to Becky D’arcy, the day shift secretary. Upon being triggered Courtney’s face had blanked. She address him as sir as if it was the most natural thing in the world. The nanites in her body were programmed to use that as a signifier that they were online and beginning to work. So far, everything was going well.

Back in their living quarters Kimberly, Arianna, Claire, and Alexis returned from their biweekly exercise session. Kimberly and Arianna took the collars off of their companions and allowed the girls to strip their clothes. They walked down the hall to the group shower that was in the part of the quarters that connected their spaces together.

With the sound of the shower running beginning in the background Kimberly and Arianna stripped their clothes off also. Both women were soaked with sweat. Without speaking they piled their clothes into a laundry hamper and put their shoes away. Because their regular closets were filled with over a hundred different pairs of various high heels, boots, and other things they kept their workout shoes out here in the shared living room.

For a moment they stared at each other, both envious of the other’s magnificent body. While in both girl’s core programming and day to day activities Arianna was still Kimberly’s slave each knew, but wasn’t sure how the other felt, that was only a formality at this point. Sometimes neither wanted to admit it, but, at other times, especially Arianna, wished they could foresake their previous alignment and be able to move on. They were best friends since high school and former lovers. Each loved the other unconditonally.

They both smiled at the same time, looking away in a hopeless attempt to not let the other know how attracted they were to the other. Kimberly’s jet black hair stuck to her back. She’d had it cut a bit recently, but it still reached down to the middle of her back. Her breasts were large, but their augmentation a few years ago complimented her weight and height perfectly. Arianna’s body was much more fit and tone. She worked out a lot and wanted her body to always look the best it could.

After a few more moments of unbearable silence, Kimberly turned to Arianna and snapped her collar off. She also pulled her pet’s hair out of its pigtails, the dyed red hair bouncing down below her shoulders. Ari smiled and did the same for Kimberly but winced when she lifted her right shoulder, still sore from a hard workout with Drusilla. Her Asian Mistress frowned and made an aww noise before leaning over to kiss the girl’s shoulder gently. They hugged, their large breasts bouncing off of each other as they embraced.

Finally, Kimberly was the first to speak since they came home. “Sweetie, why don’t you go into the shower and let the slaves give you a massage. I think they have earned a chance to please their owners this morning.”

Arianna closed her eyes and then slowly opened them again. Hearing Claire and Alexis being reffered to as the slaves made her body quiver with excitement. Without needing to be told twice, she started towards the shower but then stopped, turned back and held out a hand to her best friend.

Kimberly shook her head and nodded over her shoulder. “I need to check in with Karen and then with Master. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” She turned and walked, without shame for her nakedness, back towards the other room.

Hearing Kimberly refer to William as her Master didn’t quite give off the same tingle as it did with Claire and Alexis, but it was very close. Kimberly was her Mistress, of course, but hearing her refer to herself in relation to William like that was also exciting. Sometimes, while day dreaming, she wished Kimberly could only be his slave. But that wasn’t how things were, and she always brushed off those thoughts as being silly.

In the communal kitchen Kimberly found Karen waiting at attention. The bottle blond Pleasure Bunnie stared straight ahead. She still wore a maid uniform and a ball gag was in her mouth. Karen had been so thouroughly brainwashed that the only thing left in her mind was obedience. She had no current command, so once she had completed her instructions from earlier there was no point in her doing anything but snapping to attention and waiting for the next command she would obey.

Kimberly paused in front of the maid and admired the perfection of her enslavement. More and more Bunnies were being programmed like this these days. She thought about a memory from high school of the girl, but she doubted the Karen that stood before her now could fathom being in such a place and time. “Karen, I am back. We are going to shower and then begin our days. Alexis will come out and relieve you. When she does you will report for placement.”

Karen didn’t move or speak. There was no reason to; she had her orders and couldn’t do anything but obey them. Kimberly stared at her for a moment more before walking back out of the kitchen and heading towards the shower. On her way she stopped in her room and checked her cell phone.

There was a new message from William. Eagerly she advanced through her phone’s menu until she could read it. He mentioned that there were notes for Courtney, the girl the new nanites were being tried out on today, left in her email. Kimberly would hopefully meet her later today. He also noted that he would be out of the office until later. She saved the message and put the phone on their desk next to her laptop. The nude Asian had three girls waiting for her in the shower. It was time to join them.

When Kimberly reached the shower, Arianna was already being massaged by Claire. Claire rubbed her Owner’s shoulders and gently spread soap along her arms, back, and stomach. She wrapped her arms around Ari and kneaded the redhead’s breasts with her hands. After a few relaxed sighs, the slave Bunnie returned her attention to her Mistress’ shoulders. On the floor Alexis knelt before them and massaged Arianna’s feet gently.

Kimberly observed the sights taking place in front of her for a few minutes until she decided to get their attention. “Ahem.” Her voice echoed through their shower. Arianna smiled at her and put her hand on Claire’s hand to stop the girl. On the floor Alexis also stopped worshipping her superior’s feet and looked up at her Mistress. Satisfied that she had their attention, Kimberly grinned and sat down next to Arianna. “You know, I was the one who did the running this morning.”

Without further need for instruction, Alexis moved from Arianna’s feet to those of her Mistress. Kimberly leaned back and closed her eyes. Her feet did hurt. She was very satisfied with the results of it however and even more satisfied that Jonas, her trainer, was also pleased. Alexis rubbed her feet gently and then moved to her ankles and legs.

To the right, Claire had hopped up on Arianna’s lap and was cuddling with her Mistress. They kissed a few times and nuzzled each other. Arianna returned her slave’s favor from earlier and kneaded the girl’s breasts while staring intently into her ears. Suddenly, she had an idea. “Claire, sit down next to Alexis.” Claire obeyed without hessitation. Both slaves now knelt on the floor. Kimberly looked over curiously. Arianna continued. “Claire, Kimberly wasn’t the only one running this morning. I bet Alexis could also use a massage. She spends her days waiting at attention in pumps, so I am sure a run made her sore.”

Claire nodded and sat back a step so she could begin rubbing Alexis’ feet. Not really used to this sort of reward, Alexis pushed her legs forward after a few seconds of hessitation,. For a few minutes the Owners watched the slaves. Kimberly slid her left hand over to Arianna’s right hand to squeeze it gently. Arianna looked over and squeezed back, leaning in to kiss her best friend.

The Asian placed her head on the redhead’s shoulder and watched their slaves sensual display in front of them. Once satisfied with the display, Kimberly instructed the slaves to bring each to climax. Both slaves cleaned themselves up after orgasm and all four girls got out of the shower so they could begin their day.

Inside the house, Courtney eyed the package curiously. It was a white box with a lavander outline in the address box. The sender label showed that this package had come from a PB Ladies Wear. The interlocking P & B was the same one she saw this morning on the woman’s shorts. The label with her name was written in a bright pink font with very neat cursive writing. She picked up the package and slowly pulled the packaging tape off of the top. The box was heavy and a few things rattled around inside.

After dumping the bubblewrap hiding the contents of the package in the garbage, Courtney saw that there were two shoe boxes. Oh, no. Steven must’ve gotten her more shoes. She didn’t really like wearing anything fancy, but he always insisted on buying them for her. The full figured young woman’s birthday was coming up soon, so maybe this was an early birthday present?

It was even worse than she imagined. The first box held a pair of black pumps with a very high heel. Courtney felt like such a clutz in heels. The next box had a pair of clear blue platform heels. She sighed. Steven meant well, he really did, and she tried to accomodate his vision of her when she could. Under the second box was an open envelope. Inside of the envelope was a pink index card. The card stated that Courtney had been given a “day of beauty” at a local salon. This included a manicure, pedicure, haircut and styling, and a professional bra fitting. You show up and we will turn you into a lady.

A lady, huh? This was a nice gesture from her boyfriend, even though it wasn’t really her style. Quickly she put the shoes back in their boxes and placed the pink certificate on top of them. She could hold onto the certificate until a special time. The next time Steven decides to be romantic and take her out maybe she’ll take advantage of this so called day of beauty. She grinned. He’d have to earn it though. No way was she wearing those stripper shoes in public unless he really treated her.

As soon as she sat back down on the couch, Courtney’s phone rang. The number was unlisted; she hated that. Sure it was going to be a telemarketer she picked up and said hello. For a moment there was nothing on the other side, but then a loud screech and a bunch of words really quickly. After a similiar screech, a very feminine voice said the words bunnie hop hop followed by a jazz song.

Before Courtney could hang up, the subliminals in the music had already brought her into a trance. Her head tilted to the side, resting on her shoulder. Slowly her eye lids closed and she sat quietly while her mind was programmed. After thirty two minutes, the call ended. Courtney closed her phone. It was just a telemarketer. Her brainwashing session had programmed her to not remember the time difference.

She still had problems focusing. Her tired eyes looked over at the package again. It was nice of Steven to get her these gifts; the least I could do is try them on. Little did she realize that the past thirty minutes had been spent drilling this thought, and a few others, into her mind. She opened the box with the platforms in it. Before she could take them out her gaze stopped at her fingers. My nails look terrible, I really should get a manicure. That thought was the second idea brainwashed into her.

In her bedroom, Courtney stripped down to her bra and underwear. The Bunnie in training was chubby but loved her body. She loved her large breasts and even larger ass. There was never really a time in her life that she had body issues; she’d always been fat and was used to it. After admiring herself for a minute she slipped the platform heels on. They looked pretty good on her while she stood in front of the mirror in her underwear.

Courtney walked back and forth in front of the mirror and got into a few “sexy” poses. She liked the way the heels pushed up her bottom. Screw skinny people, she looked hot! Sitting on her bed, Courtney kept hearing I love my body, I need to show it off more over and over. Right now she wished that it was acceptable for her to walk down her street in only her underwear and the platform heels on her feet. She loved her body and really wanted to show it off.