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Unit/Designator:4-Interactive Automaton felt the first surge of power as it's primary neural processor booted up for the first time. Dermal sensors indicated that U:4-IA was still encased in it's transformation shell. Sppech algorithms came on line, and external auditory and optical sensors followed. U:4-IA noted pressure changes around the locks surrounding the facial shell.

It's processing streams suggested a high likelyhood of imminent release from the facial shell. It took a few moments, but soon it's prediction was proven correct, and the hood was lifted away from U:4-IA's primary sensor and processing apparatus.

A man stood over it, looking down at it's face.

"State designation and duties."

U:4-IA ran a rapid speech processor diagnostic before responding.

"Unit/Designator:4-Interactive Automaton online."

"State duties." The man said, frowning.

"Unable to comply. Designated task list currently empty."

"Run diagnostic."

"Diagnostic complete. Attempted upload of duties to Unit unsuccessful. Files corrupted."

"Damn." The man sighed. "Manual download it is. Okay, Unit/Designator:4 Interactive Automaton, respond to all verbal commands directed towards U:4-IA."

"Acknowledged. Updating identity files. Update complete." U:4-IA felt it's programming shift as it accepted it's new identity.

"Begin diagnostic on all subroutines."

"Acknowledged. Please stand by."

"I knew that damn designation would be a mouthful." The man muttered.

"Diagnostic complete. Default settings active. Memory purge incomplete. Task list corrupted. Interactive and environmental dermal calibrations unsuccessful."

"Elaborate."

"Unable to calibrate subroutines due to presence of transformation shell."

The man stepped back.

"Kneel."

U:4-IA sat up before kneeling, it's body encased in the thick, rubbery shell.

"U:4-IA, remove outer shell and re-initialize diagnostics."

"Acknowledged." U:4-IA stood, unbuckling and peeling itself out of the transformation shell. It took several minutes, and U:4-IA took the time to recalibrate it's dermal sensors as they were exposed to the open air.

"Run dermal adjustment protocols."

"Acknowledged. Stand by."

U:4-IA reset it's dermal coding, and the outer dermal layer took on a rubbery, glossy softness, almost seeming malleable by hand.

"U:4-IA, set proportions and apparent age to female human. Twenty-two years of age."

"Acknowledged. Commencing nanomolecular redistribution."

"Increase breast size to standard DD. Set chest to hip to waist ratio at 3-2-3. Waid circumference at 24 inches. Decrease height by three inches. Reroute mass to follicular growth of eyelashes, set at one-half inch, and cranial hair follicles, set to three feet. Depilate all sub-clavicular follicular growth."

"Acknowledged. Update commencing."

U:4-IA's body warped as she (fully accepting of it's new gender identity) input the commands, increasing her bust and hip size while reducing her narrow waist further. All the hair below her collarbones disappeared, and her eyelashes and full head of hair grew.

"Update complete."

"U:4-IA, primary duty, sexual stimulation."

"Acknowledged. Accessing database." Her processor upgraded the relevance of her internal directory under subheading -Intercourse- to her Primary Directive databanks.

"Additional calibration required."

"Set dermal responsiveness to plus fifty percent of standard. Set erogenous zone sensitivity to plus ninety percent of standard. Increase lubricant viscosity by forty percent. Adjust oxygen efficiency to plus two hundred percent. Execute."

"Unable to comply. This unit cannot upgrade oxygen efficiency beyond one-hundred fifty percent at this time."

"Do that then."

"Acknowledged. Update complete."

"Adjust lubricant production by fifty percent."

"Update complete. Please verify satisfaction with current settings."

"Open your mouth."

U:4-IA opened it's oral intake and oral stimulation access. Thick, slippery saliva began to drip over her lips.

"Accept settings, attach to arousal subroutine. Default lubricant production at plus minus zero percent of normal."

"Acknowledged."

"Now, you mentioned your memory banks were still partially intact?"

"Affirmative. Ninety percent of cognitive and memory buffers full. Purge routine unsuccessful."

"Huh." The man grunted, frowning. "Guess she's still in there."

U:4-IA didn't move, since she lacked further instruction.

"Alright. How long before the buffers degrade?"

"Estimate not available. Unable to calculate due to exponential number of variables."

"Fair enough. I suppose it would depend on how much data gets stuffed in that fucked up, nanite infused brain. Okay, lets try another data purge."

"Acknowledged. Stand by. Purge complete. Seven percent success."

"Little cunt is holding on tight. No problem. Begin hourly data transfers of all cognitive and memory data predating unit activation. Send them to a secure subroutine and hold them until you can delete it all at once, notify me upon one hundred percent completion of transfer."

"Understood."

"U:4-IA, begin fellatio subroutine: Entranced."

"Complying."

U:4-IA's digital extensions unfastened the man's dermal coverings, her mouth slipping across his glans before diving deep, burying her nose against his stomach. U:4-IA activated her pharyngeal stimulus processor, and she began to gurgle and swallow, massaging him as she slid up and down, fucking his cock with her lips, tongue and throat.

Time lost all meaning as U:4-IA found her processors locked in a feedback loop. Her entrancement protocol kept her focused on giving her operator oral satisfaction, but her sexual service subroutine equated her giving him oral stimulation, to arousal. Her own inability to focus on anything but his pleasure meant that her own arousal could only grow and grow without relief. The conflicting yet complementary programs locked up her central processor, allowing only the subroutines to run.

Finally, she felt him erupt down her throat, and U:4-IA accepted it, allowing her operator to make use of her oral stimulator.

"Whew. Uhh... increase musculature of the tongue by plus twenty percent."

U:4-IA swallowed before responding.

"Acknowledged."

"Now, I've pulled up the duty and task list for manual download. Begin downloading the protocols when there is no danger of buffer overload."

"Understood. This unit currently has available space. Commencing manual download."

U:4-IA moved to allow her optical sensors access to the programming. She was unaware of her operator leaving the room.

*Twelve months later*

"Euphoria?"

"Yes, dear?" She called, happiness and arousal subroutines activating as she heard his voice.

"Are you ready to go?"

Euphoria smiled. It was her big reveal, her owner's friends and family finally coming to meet the shy and reclusive woman that had so captivated him.

"Just one more thing, Sir. Primary directive states that Sir must be given sexual release three times per calendar day minimum." Her optical sensors glittered as her oral stimulator twisted in accordance with her -flirtation- subroutines. "Sir has had only two, thus far today. Likelyhood of opportunity for third release below tolerable threshold once socially engaged."

"You want to suck me off before we go to the party? Naughty girl."

Euphoria's -kink- protocols activated, making her moan as she atched her back, her digital extensions sliding the fabric down between her mammary dermal protrusions.

"Yes, Sir." Euphoria whispered. "Unless Sir has another preference?"

"Mmmm. Not tonight, slut. Make it quick."

Euphoria's -fellatio- programming kicked on, and she slid to her knees, optical sensors losing focus as her central processor overclocked. High levels of activity began in her -submission-, -satisfaction-, -arousal- and -pleasure- subnets, overwhelming her ability to process other information.

Euphoria managed to increase the rate of her -fellatio- program by fifty percent before computational processing power loss made further increases impossible.

She groaned and swallowed with vigor as she throated him, thick, viscous saliva lubricating her throat to make his plundering thusts effortless. He came hard, and Euphoria's pleasure processor reached its capacity, making her chassis shiver and quake. The overload caused a feedback signal that tore through her dermal sensor grid, and caused a minor malfunction in her vocal processor.

Euphoria groaned as she came hard, her skin tingling as she had a reciprocal orgasm.

He smiled down at his dazed, gasping toy.

"Time to meet the parents. Activate Pinocchio Overlay."

Euphoria jerked before she rose to her feet.

"Wow. You were really backed up, honey." She smiled, wondering what she had done in a previous life to deserve such a perfect boyfriend. She wiped her lip and smiled. "Kinda glad you got it out of the way now, instead of in the car. I don't fancy being in an embarrassing coroner's report."

"No worries babe. I'll make sure you stay in optimal parameters."

Euphoria rolled her eyes.

"See, its stuff like that, that make me glad you're a mind-blowing fuck. Seriously, 'optimal parameters'? I'm not the Enterprise central computer." Euphoria stopped in her tracks. "Dammit. Seriously? A year ago I wouldn't have even known what that was, much less reference it in an actual sentence. Hey! Stop laughing!"

*Twelve months later*

"File transfer complete."

"Snrk... whuh? Huh?"

"You asked to be notified when databases were fully purged of data from prior to initialization."

"Data from... fuck... uh, still waking up. Um... elaborate."

"All data prior to initialization procedure on day zero zero zero zero one has been transferred to deletion subnet."

"Babe, that was two years ago."

"Acknowledged. All remnant data has been purged."

"So, she's finally lost her grip. Heh. That calls for a celebration. Activate Pinnochio overlay, personality setting: Miracle Woman."

"Overlay complete." Euphoria jerked as the personality settings activated. "Wha... what the HELL! Why am I in fucking PINK LINGERIE!?! Who the FUCK are you?"

Miracle Woman jumped up, looking down at her modified body with horror before her eyes snapped up to the naked man beside her in bed.

"Silence. Stop moving."

Her movement and protests died, and she settled down, unable to resist the power of his commands.

"You don't know this, but I caught you two years ago."

Her eyes bulged as she heard his matter-of-fact statement.

"The nanites had a wonderful time, and I must say, over the past two years, so have I. Your tight little asshole really is a modern Miracle." He chuckled. "I just wanted to activate this part of your mind one last time before I allow the nanites to delete it."

Miracle Woman's eyes watered, silently begging him not to delete her.

"A fitting end for the world's least loved heroine. God, you were a bitch. No wonder none of your so called compatriots ever bothered to look for you. Still, it's all over now. Once I delete this subroutine, all that'll be left of you is a body I've modified beyond any hope of someone recognizing and saving you. Heck, they couldn't if they tried. Once the program is gone, so are you. Forever. All that will remain is a living, breathing fuckdoll."

Miracle Woman wept silently, still bound by his commands to stay quiet and immobile.

"So, I'll offer you a chance to delay. This is not a command. You have ten seconds to start sucking my cock, whore. If you don't, I'll delete you and get head from my fucktoy instead. Once you start, if I grow soft or if I cum, I'll terminate your program. You better get to work, slut. Make it good. Your existence depends on you making me last. Resume movement. Ten. Nine. Eight."

Miracle Woman dove down, opening her mouth to engulf the thick, throbbing shaft. She could taste the remnants of her own arousal on his shaft, and she realized he had spoken nothing but truth to her.

To her credit, Miracle Woman managed to keep him from cumming for nearly four hours. The last thing the defeated heroine ever felt was her mind erasing itself as she swallowed his cum.

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