I had picked up my latest test subject at a local bar. It was too easy, actually. I simply dropped the solution of nanobots into her drink while she was turned away and waited for the telltale beads of cold sweat telling me the fever had broken and my little bot friends had completely infected her. They ensured she came home with me.
I looked her up and down once we got home and decided there was a new face I wanted to try. I had been laboring over minor details —a freckle here, getting just the right curve here— for the past month. I couldn’t decide if I had it perfect or not yet from just looking at the code. I had to see it in person. Well, sort of in person, I chuckled to myself, she won’t really be a person after this. Not entirely anymore.
I entered in the code, as well as a few others I wanted to try and secured her for the night. She protested weakly before her fever returned.
In the morning, I was giddy to see the results. Hopefully it worked! I unlocked the testing room and a figure was sitting upright in the bed, facing away from the door. Her tanned, lithe figure and tumbling dark hair were nothing like the dowdy 40-something with cheaply dyed reddish hair I had locked in. I walked excitedly around the bed.
She was stunning. My best work yet, I decided. Her face was almost doll like, which gave me an idea.
"What happened to me?" She asked. I smiled at the musical tone of her voice as well as the unplaceable accent I had created for her.
Smiling, I simply commanded the nanos coursing through her rather than answer her. Time to test voice activation and programming. “Program. Disable self-automation.” She froze, staring at me with her beautiful and mysterious eyes. I took hold of her arm and placed it on her leg. There was no resistance and she held the new place. Posable. Good.
"Program. Resume self-automation."
She blinked. Time to try a new code.
"Do you know what city you’re in, doll?"
"Uh…we are in Kansas City still, no?"
I smiled at the false accent once again. That’s a good piece of code.
"Program. Delete entire knowledge of geography."
She blinked a few times and tried to furrow her brow, but her new face only let her narrow her eyes. Devastating.
"Can you tell me where we are? What city?"
She opened her mouth to speak, closed it, blinked again and shook her head.
"What is the capital of the United States?"
"Program. Suppress fear and panic. Replace with…" Hmmm… "Arousal."
It was subtle. She shifted her position slightly and I noticed her pupils dilate as she licked her lips. I think this one was going to be a keeper.
The more Kate drank, the more she changed. It was so pleasurable for her that every time she took a drink, She closed her eyes and embraced the bliss. She felt a powerful, erotic sensation as her breasts were expanding. Her lips began to tingle as they inflated becoming firm and plump.
The sensations were so pleasurable that she didn’t notice the smaller changes. Her hair had grown out of its short bob and become a golden blonde, her nails had taken on an expensive manicured look and makeup shimmered across her face.
Kate was starting to feel a great emptiness and a great need building between her legs. She knew now that she needed a man with a nice hard cock to keep her desires in check. By the time she finished her drink she would be have lost most of her intelligence, leaving as the kind of dumb bimbo that finds it all too easy to find herself a well hung stud.
The funniest thing isn’t the look on her face. Sure, it’s pretty funny. Just look at her - she’s trying to think, but you can tell it just isn’t happening for her. It’s the mental equivalent of a car that won’t start. Somebody’s turning the key, the engine’s making noise, but it’s just sputtering and dying and it’s not going to get out of the driveway. Staring at some faraway point, eyes blank, lips parted, head cocked… I love it.
The funniest thing isn’t the question I asked her. It’s pretty funny. Hell, it’s hilarious. “Hey, Michelle,” I said, “what’s your middle name?” That was it. This face is the response I got. I’ve been fucking around inside her brain so long she barely knows who she is anymore.
The funniest thing isn’t how oblivious she is. I mean, I’ve been standing here, watching her, the whole time. I think she forgot I’m here. Her brain got stuck in some kind of loop, and she’s lost track of everything going on around her. I was sure she’d snap out of it when I started laughing aloud, but no - just more empty-headed staring.
The funniest thing? I asked her half an hour ago. No response whatsoever. How long do you think she’ll stay like this?