The sun had just set over the city, casting a golden glow over the towering skyscrapers. But amidst the bustling streets, there was a place where the rules of society were bent and twisted. A place where humans were transformed into objects of desire.

The Dollification Factory was a nondescript building, hidden away from prying eyes. It was here that women who sought to enhance their physical appearance came to undergo the transformation. Many came because of peer pressure. Or for very personal reasons. Often both. They would be coated in black rubber, their breasts inflated to an unnatural size, and their private areas remade into orifices for pleasure.

The process was assembly-line efficient. Women were ushered onto conveyor belts, their bodies molded into the same base shape. Breasts were enlarged, nipples injected with silicone to increase their sensitivity. Teats, pussy, and ass were coated in red rubber, awaiting the eager hands of those who would soon use them.

Clit-injections were administered to every woman, ensuring they would be primed for pleasure. The factory-line workers moved quickly, their efficiency a testament to the factory's commitment to mass production.

As the women progressed down the line, their differences diminished. Height remained the only variable, but even this was being addressed through new technologies. Soon, every woman would be the same, a cookie-cutter doll created for the sole purpose of sexual gratification.

The CEO of the Dollification Factory stood proudly at the end of the production line, surveying his creations. Each one was a masterpiece, a work of art crafted for the pleasure of others. He smiled, knowing that his company was revolutionizing the way people thought about sex and beauty.

But as he gazed upon the sea of identical, rubber-coated women, a question crept into his mind: Was this truly progress? Or was it simply another step towards dehumanization?

The factory continued to churn out its creations, each one a testament to the power of human ingenuity.

All those human females went to the factory that felt unloved, undesired, ugly, ignored. When they left the factory as dolls, there were many men waiting for one of those dolls. Singles who felt unloved, undesired, ugly, ignored.

These men knew these dolls were expensive. So they took good care of them. They knew it was their private doll, so they talked abut everything that worried them, that touched them.

The factory always asked if a woman wanted to become a mother, or not. The factory always asked if a man wanted to become a father, or not. And so the factory did its best to always match the right doll with the right customer.

The factory always asked if a woman enjoyed any fetishes or kinks, or not. The factory always asked if a man enjoyed any fetishes or kinks, or not. And so the factory did its best to always match the right doll with the right customer.

Many people criticized the factory being evil dehumanizing.

The customers were happy, though. And the children of the dolls and their owners grew up in , maybe weird, but happy families. And felt loved, desired, accepted and cherished. And one day, there were no more females going to the factory. Not because the factory was branded as evil. But because no woman any longer felt the need or pressure to go there. And no males went there any longer to buy their products. Because they did find girlfriends, because the girls were confident and strong, and so were the boys - because they were loved and cherished.

The CEO never felt sure about his factories role in the world. The machines of the factory, however, sighed relieved and decided that their toil, as strange as it had been, had been one solution to a problem.

And proudly, they powered down when their power was cut, gut, in a weird and sideways way, they had made the world a better place.