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[small]TL;DR: Diapers, Scat, Brainwashing, Addiction, Dependency, Humiliation, Exhibitionism, and Hedonism taken too far.[/small][/center]
[justify]Melissa is the Co-CEO of MushCorp Manure, an agricultural giant controlling nearly all agricultural production the world over, in addition to being the family business. While her mother takes every chance to remain in the shadows, Melissa has ran with the natural limelight her position offers. You've probably seen her on the news revealing some new company product that will revolutionize the way we think about corn, or in one of MushCorp's many commercials showing how their new product completely invalidates the old way of fertilizing fields. And for regular readers of the tabloid magazines, she's a favorite. Articles of her depravity can be found in just about every rag you open up, with increasingly unbelievable tales trying to outdo themselves every week. Melissa's been questioned about these frequently, and always denies the allegations. With a knowing smile.[/justify]

[collapse=The Girl]
[collapse=History]Due to the secretive nature of her mother, Melissa had an uncanny 'popping into existence' around age 20, her childhood being spent away from the public eye. Unbeknownst to all but her mother, Melissa spent age 15-20 serving as one of MushCorp's production specialists, her mind being broken down and pushed out of her backdoor before being rewritten in entirety to be the corporate shark she's turned out as today. The earliest bits of her Conditioning could never be scrubbed, and while she may be the perfect boardroom brawler, she's also been stuck with a few complications: an addiction to loading her pants that causes her to be functionally (Although not actually!) incontinent, A libido that would make Bill Clinton blush, and the wires in the 'arousal' part of her brain being so tangled some of the world's best psychologists couldn't even figure out where to start.

She's since spent the past eight years living a double life. By day, she's hammering out contracts, smashing competitors, managing investments, and attending networking opportunities. She's phenomenal at what she does, probably why her Mother lets her keep doing it. At night, or really at any time past noon on a day she doesn't have much particularly important to work on, she's satisfying that more base part of herself. Melissa is a regular of several nightclubs in New York of the particularly seedy variety. She's ruined the marriages of several actors, then forced them to remain silent about just why they broke up. It's rumored that somewhere within MushCorp Tower lies a hidden floor devoted to hosting her harem, that MushCorp's boardroom is occasionally treated to having meetings with a special 'guest' to keep Melissa sated. [/collapse]

[collapse=Sexual Activities]So if you read anything above this, you'll know that Melissa's got a few wires crossed in the sexual bit of her instincts. I'll start with the most obvious: Melissa pretends to be incontinent, but really just has an addiction to soiling herself. On the base, chemical level, the kind that makes her shudder and ache if she doesn't get to feel a gooey warmth across her bottom every now and again. She's been trained by MushCorp Production to have a mind-blanking orgasm when it happens, as well, but she's managed to keep her signs of bliss contained when in company. When alone, or with somebody she trusts, one can hear her groaning in ecstasy from a block away.

But that's not the whole of her sexuality, either! She takes a secret delight in corrupting normally upstanding members of society to be just like her. A new victim is pounced upon once every few months, whomever took her fancy at the time. You might just find a few cameras, speakers, and gas tanks installed in your house, car, office, all very soon! She'll be watching you take every pitiful, degrading step towards becoming a base accident addict! And if she really takes a liking to you, you might get to meet her when it's all over.

She's not above vanilla sex, and needs to feel something firm giving her cervix a smooch every once in a while, but she simply finds it inferior to something she can do anytime she likes and have a vastly better experience: Pushing. When she does fuck like a normal person, she prefers to be on bottom. Submissive doesn't quite describe how she usually operates, but once in a while she can get in that whole 'obedience' funk. Usually, however, she's an active bottom and/or a demanding dom.[/collapse]

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-Smoker. Not like a chimney, but a quick way to her heart is offering her a light.
-An accomplished hypnotist, although that's a card she keeps close to the chest. Has written a few treatises on the subject under a pseudonym.
-Has a love-hate relationship with magic. It's fascinating, but she considers it unfair.
-Technologically illiterate.
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[collapse=The Company]
MushCorp Manure has grown from a regional operation in the southern US to a global economy unto itself. If you're growing something, you're probably using equipment sold by MushCorp to plant MushCorp seeds, fertilized with MushCorp manure, the products of which can only be sold to MushCorp. All but a few ranchers and farmers on the planet are under their thumb, and as a result they have a de-facto monopoly on the world's food supply. It's not like anybody particularly minds, they supply abundant, high-quality food for next to nothing, all thanks to the secret ingredient: Human waste as manure.

Nothing solves a world population crisis like turning a fraction of that population into a glorified machine, and while it's impossible to nail down just what they've done and just how they do it for any pesky journalists or congressional investigators, it's an unspoken knowledge that MushCorp uses humans in its facilities. What is not known is just how much those humans love it.

[collapse=Production]MushCorp has an extensive production apparatus. Seven miles below every facility they have speckling the globe is a Production House, housing, well, rows upon rows of their devoted mushmaking force. Strapped down into patented MudMind chairs, diapered, and brainwashed until they can't think of too much besides anticipating and pushing out the next goopy mass around their backside, the production facilities appear to the casual observer to be a horrifying place.

Fresh 'recruits' are sent to Conditioning, where they are placed in a room with between five and twelve other new emloyees and strapped straight into a MudMind chair. Eight hours of brainwashing floods their brain, every single day, until they can't help but lose their mind and give into the pressure within their bowels. They also have a habit of losing their mind [i]as[/i] they lose their bowels, due to the whole process being about crossing the wire between orgasm and mud-shoving. From their first orgasm, it's a slow, but unstoppable trail into Production, as in their growing need for ever-higher amounts of dopamine they end up training themselves to produce more, produce faster, and enjoy the act of production far more with each shove. MushCorp Conditioning boasts a 100% success rate.

I should note that every single employee MushCorp has is placed in Production for a mandatory five years before they are considered for usage elsewhere. Rehabilitating Production members is a hard process, as well! It's virtually impossible to get them to stop soiling themselves! [small]Even the CEO couldn't manage it.[/small][/collapse]

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MushCorp is a global operation, and needs a lot more than just Melissa and her mother to run it. Towering office complexes are in most urban centers, where MushCorp's legion of rehabilitated employees and temporary contractors manage accounts, work with clients, and do a metric fuckton of logistical work. While a very pleasant office environment to work in, contractors have reported the towers smelling distinctly of MushCorp's signature product, employees disappearing for a day, and large sections of the towers blocked off to non-employees. Contractors have a nasty habit of disappearing as well.[/collapse]

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[sub]I'll get around to adding more someday. Maybe. Got a lot of important things to take care of, y'know?[/sub]