| Auto Adaptable (part 2) by LucyYip |
"I turned you into a morphable robot girl, Ray . . . naw, we got to get a new name for you. Well, later on that . . . anyway, you�re a robot; a girl who can change herself, do anything I ask of her�you�re my ultimate fuck doll, baby." Ray wanted to scream, BULLSHIT! but he couldn�t. One part of his mind was raging; the other was calm, cool�analytical. Like I�m a machine. "But I can�t be a robot," he finally said. "That�s not�possible." "Really?" John ubbed his chin. "Run full diagnostics." Ray didn�t have to do anything. Instantly he felt his body lock slightly. There; in his mind�s eye�or was it somewhere else, maybe a projection in his eyes. Wherever, he could see: Mode: Diagnostic Begin: Run Physical parameters: Height: 154.94 centimeters. Mass: 36.8 kilograms. Statistical dimensions: Hips: 86.36 Waist: 60.96 Chest: 86.36 Breast size: 93.98--B Cup (standard measurement) Oral lubricant: 14.43% Vaginal lubricant: 13.94% Anal lubricant: 9.06% Power level: 100% (Recharging not required) Morphing Units: Online Memory online: 97.0824% Current Parameters Nominal Diagnostic: Complete End Processing time: .970077453 seconds standard Switching to: Mode: Reflective Response Begin: Run And with that he was back. He didn�t want to admit it, but the actions, everything he�d done. He was some sort of machine. Not quite a robot as maybe an android. But he was no longer human. Or male. John must have seen something cross his "doll�s" face as he asked, "Convinced?" There was but one answer Ray could offer. "Yes." "Good. Then no more of this bullshit." He walked around the thing Ray had become. "How big can you make your breasts?" "It depends on the tensile strength of the latex in which they are currently enclosed." "Can you monitor that value?" "Yes." John smacked his hands together. "Great! Now . . . lets see about making those tits bigger. Make your breasts as big as possible without ripping the dress." As before, Ray went internal. He was dimly aware of the breasts beginning to expand on his chest, getting larger by the second, while there, in his eyes: Morph Generators: On Localized: Torso (upper); Breasts Expansion Induction: Spherical Nipple Enlargement: Balanced Material Tensile Strength: 62.6692% Nominal. Cup Size: EE Ray�s tits were going up like balloons, the material of the latex dress getting tighter and tighter. The computing part of his new brain (processors?) indicated that the dress could stand a great deal of expansion before suffering a structural failure: Material Tensile Strength: 78.00245% Nominal. Cup Size: H Material Tensile Strength: 83.6657012% Nominal. Cup Size: I Material Tensile Strength: 96.2011402% Nominal. Cup Size: JJ WARNING: Material Structural Failure predicted at 106.990342% Nominal Material Tensile Strength: 100.3352201% Nominal. Cup Size: KK Morph Generators: Halt Morphing Complete Ray stood there adjusting to his new center of gravity. His tits were enormous: KK cups spheres which looked like they were each a foot across, if not bigger. He could feel the latex covering every centimeter of his "skin," and his nipples . . . while he knew he wasn�t suppose to feel anything, the feedback he received indicated something akin to "pleasure" when it came to his new, oversized and very sensitive nipples. A part of him knew he�d be on the verge of cuming had he been a real girl. And another part of him hating that he was starting to enjoy this. John ran his fingers over his fuck doll�s new breasts, flicking at the nipples that seemed poised to break free from their confinement. "God . . . DAMN! This is some nice shit. How do they feel, honey?" "The weight is not unbearable. I am able to adjust to them accordingly." "Yeah, but how do they feel?" "They feel . . ." Ray searched for words. "Enjoyable." "Great." He thought for a moment. "Can you emulate a template for me?" "What do you desire?" John started to list off what sort of changes he wanted to make. Ray�s brain switched over: Morph Generators: On Input Parameters: Recording Hair: Blond, mid-shoulder length Eyes: Blue Height: Nominal Waist: 90% Current Hips: 103% Current Chest: Nominal Breasts: Nominal Specific (Buttocks): 110% Current Complexion: Caucasian, 78% Gradient Tan Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Sexual Aggressiveness: High (150% Baseline) Sexual Requirements: Extreme (225% Baseline) Apparent Age: 19 Apparent IQ: 85 Apparent Short Term Memory: Low (30% Baseline) Apparent Long Term Memory: Low (30% Baseline) Template Name: Cherry Tarts Template: Saved Load Template: Cherry Tarts Overlay: Run In a matter of second Ray felt his skin almost crawling, his hair going blond and growing longer, his ass and hips filling out, his waist shrinking. Looking in the mirror he took on the appearance of a young teenage bubbleheaded blond with a very hot body�and an even hotter personality. He could feel his body suddenly wanting sex�no, needing it. It was almost as if the girl he�d become had suddenly went into heat� Against his will he giggled. "Gaa, this is like�well, you know�" "You like your body, Cherry?" As much as he wanted to scream FUCK, NO! Ray couldn�t. If fact, he�she wasn�t thinking of herself as Ray anymore . . . she was Cherry. Cherry Tart, and she was like sooooo fuckin� horny� "It�s like, you know, so cool." She felt her breasts and sighed. "And this dress is so�ummmm. You could like cum all over me and I�m like ready to be wiped off." "Which is the idea, dear. You want to knee down in front of the sofa?" Cherry did as she was ordered, while John sat next to her, patting her on the head. "What you got in mind, John?" "It�s not John . . . just call me�Daddy." "�Kay, Daddy." She giggled again. "So what you want?" "Can you be a hot little slut for Daddy?" She nodded. "I�m like programmed to access any of the porno stars I�ve got like in my memory," she said. "I can be like the horniest, wettest fucking slut you could ever want, you know?" John nodded. "Undo my pants." As Cherry did, he asked, "You can still generate that prolonging agent in your holes?" "Uh, huh," she said absentmindedly as she pulled out his stiffening cock. "Like, I can keep you hard for a lot longer than you�d like normally be . . . and then when Daddy cums�oooooohhh, it�s gonna be like a gusher!" "Well, that�s good, �cause what Daddy would like is a nice, long blow job," he told her. John leaned back. "And right before I cum I want to pull out and shoot all over your face and chest and watch you rub it in and lick it off. Okay?" Cherry placed John�s cock against her right cheek and blew it a kiss. "Oh, Daddy, like it�ll be the best blow job you ever had. Cherry gonna like suck the cum right out of your balls." As she went down, John patted her head. "Yeah, oh, yeah honey. And then tomorrow we go out and get you some nice things to wear�" "Mumm, hummm," she grunted around a mouth full of dick. "And you�ll be my little fuck doll to do whatever I want�" "Hummm." She sucked his balls into her mouth. "And you�ll always know that you were this guy I used to know, but there�s�ahhhh�there�s no way you can ever do anything about it, and the reason I�I�ah, shit�I changed you was because you made fun of what I wanted�" Cherry wasn�t paying attention. Cherry was busy sucking cock like there was no tomorrow. And if there was anyone inside paying attention to what was being said� There wasn�t anything they could do about it. The End |