Interchangeable Alia (Patreon)

The man in the mask dumped her on the streets and left her there. Only to come back once her training was complete. Thus began Alia's worst and best weeks of her life.

Ever since her training started, Alia had been having sex every day and every night. Being forced to learn the ins and outs of being a 24/7 latina whore. Her limbs weren't even doing it for money, they would make her fuck anyone she met who was willing. Hobos, perverts, virgins, even the mutants in the sewers. Greeting each and every one cheerfully and making them her "Papi".

Gradually over time, her will was worn down. She lost herself to the role she had been forced into, no longer able to tell that her limbs' actions weren't her own. The words spoken by the choker became her words. She came to believe her skill at sucking and fucking was her own and started taking pride in her work. Her blowjobs were the envy of all the other putas, she mused. Her sex-routines the envy of the robot chicas in the alleys. She was hot-shit, and she believed it. Despite not being connected physically or even over WiFi, she was in complete sync with her limbs.

Then one day, the man in the mask called her home. She greeted her Papi in the mask, whom gave her a paint job to complete her transformation and make her synth-skin match. Alia was no longer, Adelina was here to stay.