forniphilia

[puppyowner]

The Human Furniture Store, Beside Lamp and Shelving Unit

As something of a feminist when her long term boyfriend had suggested visiting The Human Furniture Store, just to look of course, he found the idea bizarre and wanted to see for himself and he didn’t want to go on his own and look like some kind of perv, if she was there people wouldn’t even notice them, couples blended in, he didn’t intend to buy anything, he knew having furniture in the house like that would make her uncomfortable. She herself really didn’t want to go anywhere near a store like that and especially not in one, but he kept asking and in the end she’d said yes out of love for him, but more just to shut him up, knowing once he saw how much she detested the idea of using women as furniture, he’d drop the whole thing. But once there her disgust turned to mild curiosity about how these women could allow this to be done to them, although she knew the answer they didn’t have a choice in today’s society, everyone had to serve a purpose and for a women unemployed for over six months, they were legally taken by the company and transformed in to useful bits of furniture, the irony was that once they were installed in a house or apartment theoretically they were serving a purpose and could be released then having another six months to look for work. But as a lot of the modifications tended to be permanent, most were blinded, no one liked a pair of eyes following them around a room, ear drums on some models that didn’t require voice activation were simply broken by pushing in an awl like object to pierce the tympanic membrane, then a specially designed tool was pushed in to grind down the small bones of the inner ear, leaving them deaf and so more unaware of their surroundings , The larynx were altered on many to make the furniture silent, it was one thing to wake up to an alarm clock that sounded like a woman slowly building up to an orgasm another to have a piece of furniture that complained, nagged or moaned about its situation, on those models simply cutting the vocal cords remedied the problem. So once a woman was installed her chances of being returned to society were virtually zero.

As she looked around the store she was simply amazed at the sheer quantity of tables, chairs, bookcases, shelving units, entertainment systems and dozens of other pieces of household furniture on offer and each containing at least one naked female, and she did after a little while have to agree with her boyfriend that some of the furniture were more works of art than just useful objects to own, the women were beautiful and often beautifully displayed in what she also had to admit were in her mind outrageous yet mildly erotic poses, and another thing she was having problems with was the prices they were asking, the buying of a woman should have been illegal in this day and age, yet as it was pointed out by a salesgirl, you weren’t buying a woman you were buying furniture that had happened to have a human element, also she found the prices to exorbitant, but then when she thought about it what was a woman worth was any price to high, she was starting to find the fact that she was beginning to even except the idea as not the most abusive, sexist thing she had ever heard of and was starting to see just furniture frightening, but thankfully the prices insured they would return empty handed and she could put the day behind her, until she saw a pair of Beside Lamps and Shelving Unit that just fascinated her, the women unlike most furniture were a perfect pair, obviously twins, were as most furniture was just women matched for height and weight and colour. The shop assistant seeing her looking so intently at the piece of furniture walked over and said “lovely piece, real craftsmanship, imagine how that would look in your bedroom” and somewhat shocked she replied “no, no I was just looking, we can’t afford it anyway” she’d said that more simply being polite than anything else, the girl worked here keeping her from being furniture herself and she didn’t want to insult her or tell her what she was doing debased all women, and the girl nodded and said “that piece will be snapped up by a collector, I’m surprised it hasn’t been sold already, perfect matching human elements that’s rare, look at the breasts the hips the way the complement each other and the piece itself the way the faces are made up, it’s a beautiful piece that will last for years, I know it sounds a lot, but that could be installed by tomorrow for only 43,000” And she almost choked she hadn’t even looked at the price tag and spluttered out “wow, that is way out of our price range” and it occurred to her that she really was just thinking about the twins in front of her as furniture just like everyone else in store, she could feel her ,humanity slipping away by the second as the girl said “you know we have a loyalty card system, if you join the club and sign up for the newsletter, you get 10% off your first purchase and free installation, after that any future purchases you earn points redeemable against furniture, we even do custom pieces if you know someone who is near their six months and about to qualify for the furniture program, we can take them early and give you a really competitive price” she hated herself for even asking what the club price would be and was surprised she did when the girl said “follow me and I’ll look it up” after tapping a few keys she said “38.7 after the initial discount, take of 4 for the install , around thirty four ” Which was still far too much even if it was for two human beings, she couldn’t believe she had even considered it, she hadn’t even told her boyfriend yet and then the girl said “you don’t have to pay it all up front, the shop is doing really cheap loans at the moment put down 5%, that’s about 2 grand and then pay monthly, over 60 months at 6% that’s only £630 a month” she still couldn’t figure out what made her sign the papers when it was against everything she stood for, but she had made her boyfriend happy, and every time she walked in to her bedroom she had to stand and admire her purchase, at first she’d been nervous but even when putting the drip in their arms to feed them or taking out the bags of waste from the vaginal vault the fact they never moved or made a sound made it easy to believe they were just furniture, the fact she had a job and would never have to undergo what the twins did was a constant reminder to work hard and stay in employment, even more so because if she defaulted on the loan she might find herself in a similar position

 

[messaline]

The Human Furniture Store, Beside Lamp and Shelving Unit

As something of a feminist when her long term boyfriend had suggested visiting The Human Furniture Store, just to look of course, he found the idea bizarre and wanted to see for himself and he didn’t want to go on his own and look like some kind of perv, if she was there people wouldn’t even notice them, couples blended in, he didn’t intend to buy anything, he knew having furniture in the house like that would make her uncomfortable. She herself really didn’t want to go anywhere near a store like that and especially not in one, but he kept asking and in the end she’d said yes out of love for him, but more just to shut him up, knowing once he saw how much she detested the idea of using women as furniture, he’d drop the whole thing.

But once there her disgust turned to mild curiosity about how these women could allow this to be done to them, although she knew the answer they didn’t have a choice in today’s society, everyone had to serve a purpose and for a women unemployed for over six months, they were legally taken by the company and transformed in to useful bits of furniture, the irony was that once they were installed in a house or apartment theoretically they were serving a purpose and could be released then having another six months to look for work.

But as a lot of the modifications tended to be permanent, most were blinded, no one liked a pair of eyes following them around a room, ear drums on some models that didn’t require voice activation were simply broken by pushing in an awl like object to pierce the tympanic membrane, then a specially designed tool was pushed in to grind down the small bones of the inner ear, leaving them deaf and so more unaware of their surroundings , The larynx were altered on many to make the furniture silent, it was one thing to wake up to an alarm clock that sounded like a woman slowly building up to an orgasm another to have a piece of furniture that complained, nagged or moaned about its situation, on those models simply cutting the vocal cords remedied the problem. So once a woman was installed her chances of being returned to society were virtually zero...
... and so on ...

Aerate your text please ! Done it. Melissa

 

[puppyowner]

The Human Furniture Store, Beside Lamp and Shelving Unit

As something of a feminist when her long term boyfriend had suggested visiting The Human Furniture Store, just to look of course, he found the idea bizarre and wanted to see for himself and he didn’t want to go on his own and look like some kind of perv, if she was there people wouldn’t even notice them, couples blended in, he didn’t intend to buy anything, he knew having furniture in the house like that would make her uncomfortable. She herself really didn’t want to go anywhere near a store like that and especially not in one, but he kept asking and in the end she’d said yes out of love for him, but more just to shut him up, knowing once he saw how much she detested the idea of using women as furniture, he’d drop the whole thing.

But once there her disgust turned to mild curiosity about how these women could allow this to be done to them, although she knew the answer they didn’t have a choice in today’s society, everyone had to serve a purpose and for a women unemployed for over six months, they were legally taken by the company and transformed in to useful bits of furniture, the irony was that once they were installed in a house or apartment theoretically they were serving a purpose and could be released then having another six months to look for work.

But as a lot of the modifications tended to be permanent, most were blinded, no one liked a pair of eyes following them around a room, ear drums on some models that didn’t require voice activation were simply broken by pushing in an awl like object to pierce the tympanic membrane, then a specially designed tool was pushed in to grind down the small bones of the inner ear, leaving them deaf and so more unaware of their surroundings , The larynx were altered on many to make the furniture silent, it was one thing to wake up to an alarm clock that sounded like a woman slowly building up to an orgasm another to have a piece of furniture that complained, nagged or moaned about its situation, on those models simply cutting the vocal cords remedied the problem. So once a woman was installed her chances of being returned to society were virtually zero...
... and so on ...

Aerate your text please !

sorry, I forgot again, I will try and get it right next time

 

[messaline]

It will more incite people to read your story ...
Continue, your idea is good and inventive ...
We wait for more ...

 

[montycrusto]

Nice idea @puppyowner ! Although it strays a little into the “permanent maiming” category (which is not my own comfort zone usually), I have no problem with it and your concept is very interesting.. also I do like a good girl-footstool!

 

[puppyowner]

Nice idea @puppyowner ! Although it strays a little into the “permanent maiming” category (which is not my own comfort zone usually), I have no problem with it and your concept is very interesting.. also I do like a good girl-footstool!
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thanks, and I probably do have a footstool image somewhere

 

[puppyowner]

thought I would add this one as well
“Just me girls, you’ve been at it for hours, thought you might like a nice cuppa”

“Oh thanks Mrs Goldstein, that’s very kind of you”

“I could murder a cuppa, thanks mam”

“I’m not trying to rush you but any idea when this might all be finished; it’s a surprise for my husband”

“When are you expecting him back?”

“He normally gets home from work between 6.30 and 7”

“No problem, it might not look like it but we are almost done here, the lights are working, it’s on a battery for now, I’ll disconnect and remove that in a minute , Claire how are the fans going”

“One is fully installed, this one I have the backing plate on and held in place by the rod through the nipple and a couple of lock nuts, just the fiddly bit to do, which is line up the fan housing with the base, that’s it I think, a half turn to the left to lock it in place and put in the cotter pin, done and finished as we speak”

“and I am just double checking the bolts in the ceiling mount plate, it’s a lot of weight, then before we hoist it in to place and release the counter weight all that’s left is to finish wiring up the dildo, once that has mains power we can adjust its thrusting motion, just loosen a couple of nuts and manually position for maximum depth on its way in and on the way out we ideally want it so far out the labia start to close but not fully before it starts in journey back inside, once it’s in the ideal position we just tighten it up and a couple of drops of Loctite, after that it’s just fix the legs and ankles to the fuselage and put the whole thing up in the air and fix it in place, 40 minutes top, the remote and liquid nutrient is in one the boxes still, I’ll give you that before we leave and talk you through the controls, and once we are gone you’ll need to put in the Wi-Fi password if you want to control it from your phone, but this model is very simple to use, it uses the electrical current in the human elements skin to run everything, to brighten or dim the lights start or stop the fans hit the right on button on the remote to turn them on or off then just speed up or slow down the dildo to create a series of timed orgasms to increase or lower electrical conductivity, I would recommend however you never fully turn it off as some models do take a few minutes to warm up”

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[messaline]

Well done and an easier text to read !
What other furniture could be invented ? I'm impatient to know ...

 

[puppyowner]

Well done and an easier text to read !
What other furniture could be invented ? I'm impatient to know ...

I have a lot of these, so time will tell

 

[puppyowner]

The Human Furniture Store Breakfast Table (follow up)
She knew her boyfriend was happy with her choice even after he found out what it had cost, but that relationship had quickly come to a halt when she’d walked in on him and one of the lamps was missing it’s bulb and his trousers were his ankles, at the time it just hadn’t occurred to her someone would do something like that. The problem was with only one wage now coming in, the repayments on the furniture and paying the mortgage and other living expense’s was very tight, but she had a job and could pay, that was all that mattered as she had no intentions of ending up like the twins on her wall, and then her hours had been cut back, it made life harder but at least she was still employed and safe under the female labour laws, and then her firm had announced some redundancies and like every woman working at the plant she crossed her fingers and hoped her name wasn’t on the list, one of the secretaries let go was not really a friend but a close acquaintance, someone she’d had drinks with after work, and a plan began forming in her mind she’d heard some of the redundancy pay-outs had been quite large and she became closer with the girl, who it turned out had got 35,000 from it, if the girl found work in the next six months then she had a nice little nest egg, if she didn’t then that money and everything else she owned would go to the government, she couldn’t actually sabotage the girls efforts to find work, she herself didn’t have those kind of contacts, but there were little things she could do, once she’d said too save money she could at work take the girls applications containing her CV and have them franked at work and posted, instead she’d just put them in the shredder, she gave her leads on job openings when she knew the girl wasn’t qualified or the position had already been filled, just little things to slow down the search, and even without her help she knew the girl was going to have a hard time everyone did, no female ever gave up a job no matter how bad it was, and the weeks started to drift by in too months, by the fourth month on her advice she had even applied for a prostitution license, but she’d read somewhere to get all the checks done and the paperwork stamped could take at almost the whole of the 6 months grace period months, it was considered a vocational work something done from choice not the pressure of time restraints, with the clock ticking down and only a month left she started dropping hints, it seemed a waste everything going to the government and she had a plan, if and it was a big if, if she signed everything over to her and agreed to become furniture before the end of the six months limit to find work, she could have the girl made in to something useful and as it would be a custom piece she could make sure the girl wasn’t blinded or deafened or have her vocal cords cut, and after a she was delivered, she would then be being useful and technically could be defurniturized and restart her six for another six months search for work, but time was running out, it was a big decision to make, but better than being furniture for life and with the deadline fast approaching they had visited a lawyer to transfer her belongings and finally the store where she had spoken to an engineer while the girl was seen by the works department and measured. In the end she had left leaving the girl there, work wouldn’t start till the payment cleared, money she would get from the girls accounts and forward as soon as the legal paperwork cleared in a few days, her money problems were over when she sold the house and then virtually everything in it at auction, and in the end she’d taken the advice from engineer and gone for almost full package of modifications, eyes and the tongue were removed, but she let her keep her hearing, it would be no fun if she couldn’t point out just how stupid the girl was every day at breakfast, and rumour was with the economy recovering the plant was expanding her job was safe and there was even talk of the plant rehiring those they had let go, sadly it had all be a bit late for the girl

 

[puppyowner]

Amusement arcade 2 Mouse Trap

she didn't mind being called to the floor to do running repairs any more, she enjoyed the challenge of problem solving involving the hybrid machines, plus it meant she could sneak a game of slap 'a' bitch at which she was getting really good, nowadays one or two slaps and she could have the human element bawling it's eyes out, 'the mousetrap' was new to the casino and to her, she'd read the manual which came with a troubleshooting guide, knowing what the complaints were she first tested the BB guns and at each pull of the trigger a small round hard plastic pellet was fired, so it wasn’t that, and when she’d hit the mouse it had scampered away tried to hide between the human elements legs as it was designed to do. That left the human element and being a terrible shot not wanting to waste time; she simply began flicking the bell between its legs as if it was being hit repeatedly with the pellets. She knew in theory the pull on the bell pulled on what looked like for all intents and purposes a real clitoris, which in turn would cause a reaction and open the fleshy gates to the hole the mouse was supposed to enter, stop firing and the gates closed trapping the mouse inside the human element. She found it wasn’t difficult to open the gates manually, but no matter how or how hard she hit, pulled or twisted the bell would it cause the gates to the opening to move, and started to wonder if it wasn’t simply the sustained bruising and cuts to the surrounding target area, that was throwing the machine off, the guide suggested rotating the element with the replacement part that came with each copy of mousetrap, but not to throw away the non-working part, as they most often repaired themselves within 2 weeks. And that’s what she decided to do

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[puppyowner]

The Human Furniture Store Bed Attachment
Human Furniture Store Bed Attachment
“You gonna be alright on your own with that one love aren’t you normally two?”

“Yeah, yeah this one’s easy to set up, when I am up on the pavement just add the box of brackets and screws to the tray… there’s a lift in the building so no heavy lifting upstairs and thank good they started adding wheels makes it much easier getting them where they are supposed to go, plus now before they leave the depot someone gives ‘em a shot, some sort of muscle relaxant, there still all there just you can move them around like a rag doll,”

“Don’t think I’ve seen that model number before on my deliveries what’s it going to be?”

“This, it’s an attachment to the beds they produce, fits inside the mattress, popular item since its release with the female customers”
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[puppyowner]

The Human Furniture Store Manufacturing Plant

It was always hectic in the mornings and loud with the sounds of moving vehicles and people shouting, even as new parts were delivered the finished products was on pallets being loaded in to trucks for the run up the motorway to the company’s main warehousing and distribution centre.

As the women stepped blinking from the sun on to the unloading bay, a woman’s voice rang out “over here girls, up the steps” followed by the voice of a man as they began nervously climbing the steps it wasn’t unusual to hear a few gasps or “oh my god” and other more colourful language “girls, GIRLS… just looked at me and Tracy, keep your eyes focused on us, there is nothing out there you want to see”.

And as the crowd climbing the steps grew the man said “you…you at the back, anyone left in the tuck?” it also wasn’t unusual for someone to stay behind refusing to get off and hoping to get away, when the woman nodded Tracy raised her arm and with the pen in her hand began counting “23 matches the invoice”.

At which point the man took out a walkie talkie from his back pocket and said “Mrs Travis over” and when he got the reply said” all parts present and accounted for, you can sign the drivers delivery form, and remind him he’s taking that table to the retail outlet on the high street before the trip up north”

Turning back to the women standing tightly bunched together for privacy or protection he’d never figured that out and Tracy said she had no idea either, it was just something they always did. He began in his most authoritative and clearest voice “right as you all know already you have been found guilty of breaching the female employment act of 1997 section C. failure to find employment within six months of leaving school or leaving a previous employment” he paused “you can’t expect the government to just keep paying you the dole for ever and so you’ve been sent her to become useful to society…I know what your court appointed lawyers told you, that after six months you can technically be released and get a six months stay to find new work, but believe me don’t get your hopes up. For that to happen you have to ask and most of our furniture is made to be silent, then who ever bought the furniture you’ll become and our furniture isn’t cheap has to agree and sign the forms, it has happened once or twice, people move homes and need bigger or smaller furniture, but don’t count on it. They sooner you accept this is most likely your life for the foreseeable future or more often until you reach retirement age… now if you’ll give your name to Tracy she’ll give you your reference number, no names after you pass the doors… right you”

“Erm Lisa, lira Groves”

Checking down her clipboard Tracy said “B4514J” can you repeat that back to me?”

The woman looked confused but said “B4514J”

Then the man said “through the door down the corridor through the swing doors someone will be waiting to show you to the stockroom you’ll be housed in…next”

“Mandy Applegate”

Raising her eyebrows she turned to the guy as she said “T6935F/B repeat that back please”

“T6935F/B” came the reply

“Jesus” the man said “who did you fuck to get that reference number”

And Mandy looking even more confused replied “what…no…no one, why what is it, is that a good one”

And they both laughed before Tracy said “sorry hun, there aren’t exactly good ones, but you’ll enjoy yourself whether you want to or not, most of the time you won’t know if you’re Cumming or going” which got a laugh out of the man before he repeated the speech through the doors.

By the time all 23 were in the correct store rooms, they were ready for a coffee break; before he could have spent most of the morning just processing one truckload, things went so much easier now he had a female assistant the parts seemed more at ease and responded better in front of another woman. And he knew she was glad of the job every woman was glad of any job since the laws came in to force, he just hoped he could convince the company to renew her contract when it ran out in a couple of months, he’d hate to have to process her further down the line
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making a car
As a mechanic she made her money restoring old cars and selling them on at a profit, normally she specialised in cars from the 40’s and 50’s but a ford Cortina had caught her eye, but she felt it was a little overpriced and started looking for one on the internet and came across one that looked totally different and when she looked closely it said coretina, looking at the specs she saw it had a V8 which interested her till she spotted it only had a top speed of 16mph which confused her and she thought it had to be a mistake till she clicked on an image of the car with the bonnet open showing the motor. Inside were four women all at an angle fixed to the body work, their feet strapped to pedals and the pedals linked together, when one turned the all turned, shots of the interior showed not seats but women placed in positions so you could sit.

She finally saw the car badge it was a circle with HCC inside, which in a quick search led her to the human car company, a subsidiary of the human furniture store and with prices to match, she clicked through pages of cars, their cars might be economical to run, a simple sachet of powder mixed with water feed in to the mouths or fuel tanks as they were described and they had remarkably low Co2 emissions but she felt she could do better and cheaper.

She pulled apart an old table she’d had for years to make the base, got a cheap second hand seat on eBay, most of what she’d need she already had in her spare parts pile in the garage, she altered and built brackets and welded pipes to hold it all together and make the chassis, once the engine and transmission were in, she simply have to do some panel beating to make the body work and she’d have one that did 170mph at half the price and that included her time building it

 

[puppyowner]

Frank was a kind of institution around the plant, word was he’d been working there since the plant open and worked his way up, he was a gruff and somewhat impatient man always angry and shouting about something, but the women working for him knew his bark was worse than his bite, and he’d overlook a lot of little things, something that didn’t happen in other departments, if you were a few minutes late or need to leave a bit earlier as long as you gave him your prettiest smile, twiddled your hair and asked him very nicely, then you could wrap him around your little finger. His staff had all been there for years, he had as far as the stories went never sacked anyone, leaving them at risk of becoming the furniture they stacked, counted and shipped out every day.
And everyone was waiting to find out Tracy’s future, like them she’d been hired on a six months trial and frank was the one who had been filling in her reports to senior managers, her staying or going heavily depended on what he’d written or said. She wasn’t the best worker but she wasn’t the worst and hadn’t taken any liberties, they all warned her about that, those first six months do it by the book, when her place was secured then and only then could she start nipping off for unscheduled fag breaks, leave early or turn up late, the perks of being under franks control, as the one thing they all hated was seeing someone they knew arriving in the warehouse on a pallet, it was a stark reminder of just how tenuous and fragile their positions really were without franks protection, it wasn’t a secret other supervisors expect little treats and rewards of a sexual nature from their workers, but not their frank, he had an empathy for everyone even the furniture, something rarely seen even in the employees of the plant, which was why today everyone was a little nervous, he should know Tracy’s employment status by now and yet hadn’t said a word and seemed to be avoiding her, and they didn’t know if that was a good or a bad thing
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[puppyowner]

Second hand human furniture part 1

When she was growing up she spent most evenings and Saturdays helping out in her dads electrical repair shop on the London road with him teaching the tricks of the trade. Now she found it was quite strange how things had changed in a generation, when her dad had his shop there were one or more like it in most towns and villages; now they had all shut down why get something repaired when you could replace it for the same price and have a new one, one thing for certain the days of home repairs were gone, no more resistors or transformers and diodes now it all came on a printed circuit board put together by robots.

But one thing she’d found was with the introduction of human furniture was manufacture had reverted to an older simpler style, you could make things work and look like new by changing the flex, the restraints or plug often the problem was no more than a blown fuse, a bit of elbow grease to get a the original high polish back to factory standards and you had a piece of second hand furniture that retailed well.

The first she’d repaired had come from a skip and it had even seemed to be grateful it now stood in her living room as a reminder. Saving that one had been the spark she needed, soon she was going to general sale auctions and car boot sales picking up the odd piece in disrepair and often non-functioning for a fraction of its real value. While she preferred electrified pieces she’d take anything she could find if it was repairable, and now had two successful shops and four employees and was looking to expand again.

All her pieces were pat tested and came with six month guarantees and her margins were great she could undercut the big stores by over 50% which was bringing her a younger clientele who simply couldn’t afford the prices in the major stores, she just wished her dad was still alive to see all he taught her being put to good use and providing her with a comfortable life
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[puppyowner]

drinking bird
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this is part of a very long story, this is part 11; this section has three images of her standing upright, dunked in the bowl and coming back up

 

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Flat Pack

“Would you like a cup of tea or something?”

“No don’t worry love, another ten minutes, all we have to do is put on the table top and bolt it down, make sure it’s stable and won’t move during the night, clear up the boxes and plastic wrap and we’ll be out of your hair”

 

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There had been a lot of tension and anxiety on factory floor over the last few months, talk and rumours of automating the plant had been rife, and if they brought in robots and machines to do the work that would mean a lot of people being laid off. With a few exceptions on principle nearly all the women worked extra hours, why the extra hours actually paid less than their normal hourly rate was mystery. And the ‘lucky’ ones worked extra shifts at the weekends and some nights when there was a rush on, but they tended be the young ones, the pretty ones, and the kinky ones willing to barter a blow job or sex for the work.

Their jobs were important for two reasons firstly they had husbands, or boyfriends, or fathers they needed to support and to put food on the table and pay the bills and at times like these even more importantly the female employment act of 1997 section C.

With the HFS being the largest employer in the region, if they were laid off, times would be hard they wouldn’t qualify for benefits no woman did and in six month or a year or two they could easily be back at the plant but on the conveyer belt and not standing next to it putting on the attachments to make the furniture. But at least at that point once they were converted and finally sold their family would get a percentage of the sale price as they were ex-employees of the company
(I probably should do another to get the final product)

 

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The Human Fountain Art Installation pixelated
Today was the big unveiling; the piece had been installed several days previously but hidden behind a canvas tent as maintenance had installed all the pumps and pipes under the base and in the walls before the artist prepared the Installation to work as designed.

Firstly he filled the top with litres and litres of water until its bloated belly finally pinged when flicked; then it was waiting till the top started to urinate down onto the small urinal fixed to the centrepiece, and every drop of liquid out was another drop-in until both the first and second parts were filled and the middle piece began urinating into the funnel held by the base, even as the base began urinating more liquid was added at the top.

It was only when all three parts were full and releasing constant streams of urine did the artist stop adding liquid, he knew it wouldn’t take long; all the urine collected in the porcelain surrounding the base was angled towards the drain and passed into a large container, when there was enough to raise the floating device to the needed level the pumps would kick in, pumping the liquid out from the container under the floor and up inside the wall where the pipe exited the wall and went directly into the top parts mouth to start refilling the liquid lost during transmission, at the right rate to keep all three constantly able to produce a steady stream.

The gallery knew this artwork was going to be controversial and come in for a lot of criticism in the papers and the art world in general, which is why it was so expensive, criticism and controversy bought people to the gallery to judge for themselves and like it or not they had paid to enter, would eat in the cafeteria and spend money in the gift shop, added to donations it all added up to a tidy sum, it was no matter what they said about the money and the more controversial the more money they made