Programmed for Love, Part 7 (Man to Pleasure Bot TG) (Patreon)

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By FoxFaceStories

A cryosleep accident sees space traveller Robert placed in a female pleasure bot's body as an emergency due to the loss of his original body. He tries to cope and stay a member of the crew, even as his programming compels him to fulfil an entirely new role . . .

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It was a surreal feeling, to be led by the Saturn 5 crew back to the medical floors where her new body and programming had been ‘birthed.’ Rebecca walked as she always did now: one foot in front of the other, her built-in heels accentuating the sway of her hips and allowing her sensealloy breasts to bob just slightly. She was effectively naked again, though that meant little to a fembot. Still, a number of heads turned her way, some with interest, others with just fascination. Everyone in the surgery and medical wards had clearly heard of the rich man and his accident, and how he had been placed inside a fembot body.

But how many of them know just how much I’ve come to love this body, and the relaxation that comes with it?

Even now, as she stepped forward, her vision continually fed her information on the various potential customers and their levels of interest, arousal, energy, endorphin levels, and so on. Could she give that up? It wasn’t just one additional sense but many!

“Nearly there,” Sarasha said, touching Rebecca’s arm.

The fembot gave a nervous smile to the woman at her side, who was serving as her emergency contact and aid. They were ushered into a surgical room with an adjacent metal door that looked like it led to a large refrigeration room. Several doctors and surgeons and the like moved about outside, but their escort informed them that they could wait here for now.

‘Detecting decreased endorphins in subject/customer Sarasha. Facial expressions forced, concern agitated. Address in verbal form Y/N?’

She selected yes, but chose to speak rather than use the suggested lines her programming fed to her. At least they could serve as conversation fillers if she was ever bored, not that this new body gave her much boredom.

“Sarasha, you seem upset?”

The gorgeous socialite raised an eyebrow. “Me upset? I would have thought you were more upset than I!”

Rebecca’s eyebrow raised with a slightly mechanical hum.

“Whatever do you mean?”

“Well, you don’t exactly seem too enthused about getting your old body back, if you don’t mind me saying. At least, it seems that way. You’re not talking much, and I thought after all this whirlwind excitement that you’d be pleased to rest back in your human body. Not to mention being a man again.”

She’s not wrong. Why am I so despondent? I should be excited to take on PERSONAL FORM: HUMAN MALE again. So why aren’t I?

Sometimes the best way to answer a question was to dodge it. “I’m just nervous,” she said ambiguously. “But my sensors indicate you aren’t too happy.”

“I’m just nervous too,” Sarasha said, placing her hand on Rebecca’s. “Buuuuut, I would be lying if I didn’t admit I’ll be sad to see this new you go. I’ve rather gotten used to the fun of my fembot friend, and she’s certainly had a lot of fun on the way, I sense. I mean, my sensors aren’t as good as you, but I still have my woman’s intuition.” She glanced around to see if anyone might be listening, then lowered her voice in a conspiratorial hush. “Besides, I do recall some rather loud orgasms from you.”
 As if trying to convince her not to go through with this, Rebecca’s own programming replayed a series of video files and recordings all at once, reminding her of the many, many BlissBombs she’d enjoyed across the last few weeks. She had to collect herself for a moment.

“I know, and it was grand. But I can’t stay like this.”

“Can’t you? Why not?”

‘Programming Fulfilment requests extension of stay in this form.’

By the stars, even my own programming is trying to turn on me and keep me like this.

“Because I’m not meant to be in this form!” she said. She ran her hands down her sensitive metal skin, cupping her breasts and lowering them down her waist to rest upon her wide hips. It wasn’t meant to be a sensual action, but as usual her elegant, whirring movements certainly came off that way.

“Says who?” Sarasha said. “I mean, I wasn’t even born a woman, you know? But I soon decided which way I wanted to be, and a few gene treatments later and viola, fully biologically female for life! Your birth need not be your destiny. Besides, you’ve been fun, Rebecca. I rather liked what I saw of Robert, of course. Maybe he can be just as fun as Rebecca, but he did seem like quite the workaholic. Not the most rewarding life, at least in my opinion. Besides, you’re rich and successful already, why not make a change?”

Because it scares the shit out me. Because what will people think? Because if I stay as Rebecca I might never stop doing all the things I’ve been doing, and what will become of my reputation then? Or my business? What would Roke even think about that?

She adjusted her posture, despite not needing to. The script she’d added to her programming that allowed for more naturalistic movements helped with this.

“It has been fun,” she finally said. “But it’s time to wake up.”

Sarasha considered her for a moment. Rebecca had to turn off her sensory scanners due to all the mixed emotions the woman was clearly having; it was causing a feedback loop of processing power.

“Very well,” she said. “Whatever decision you make, Rebecca - or Robert - it’ll be the right one. And I’ll be right here, to continue to tempt you into more fun.”
 “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Rebecca said. She cupped Sarasha’s cheek and kissed her lightly. But as expected, the kiss turned a little more . . . passionate, than expected. Both women were almost ready to makeout right then and there when suddenly a new presence entered the room. A new doctor - a lizard-like Jaxalian who Rebecca’s sensors immediately recognised as Doctor Ygr - was waiting for them.

“I hope I’m not interrupting something,” he said, his tongue licking his own eyeball as was his species’ usual instinct. “We can prep you and begin the transfer whenever you’re ready.”

By the stars, the things I could do with that tongue.

‘Forty Seven Techniques Identified!’ 

Hey! Focus, robot brain!

“Not at all,” she said. “Let’s do this.”

***

The process wasn’t all that complicated, at least as it was explained to Rebecca. Simply put, thanks to Roke’s interference and funding, a new body had been grown in record time for Rebecca, one that perfectly matched her Robert self. It was effectively brain dead, the cerebral cortex awaiting the transfer of a neural network from her current fembot shell. Not that she thought of it as a ‘shell’: that’s how they described it. It wasn’t even going to be a particularly long process, apparently. Just a couple of hours being wired up to her old (new old) body, which was long enough for her mental framework to transfer back to the original, with a programming specialist and neurosurgeon working together to pry the fembot protocols from her mind. Effectively, when she woke up in her new-old body again, she would no longer even identify as a she. She would be Robert Wesley again in full.

So why am I as twitchy as a human right now, lying here?

Her programming buzzed in the background as the various technicians, surgeons, roboticians, and other specialised personnel moved to and fro, discussing the vital processes to come. She could make it all out, of course. Her sensitive hearing let her catch even a whisper, and her improved analysis allowed her to separate and understand numerous ongoing conversations at once.

“Make sure we have a ninety-nine percentile possibility before we even consider-”

“Subject appears ready for transfer. Attaching node plugs to rear connection ports. Downloading can begin once we-”

“Ensuring that vital signs of clone body are optimal. Heart-rate slightly above average but within safe parameters. No concerns regarding vegetative state or-”

“How are you feeling, Robert?”

Rebecca opened her eyes. She was lying back on a surgical table, one that had been altered to accommodate the numerous cords and nodes that would be attached to her. A mirror above allowed her to see both herself and her clone body - it was the spitting image of Robert Wesley, and even in its calm, mindless state there was a sense of self-assuredness and determination in its otherwise neutral expression. It was familiar, and she couldn’t deny a draw to return to that male expression of herself. And yet . . . 

“Rebecca,” she said, looking up to the lizard-like face of Doctor Ygr.

“I’m sorry?”

“This unit’s name - my name - is Rebecca. At least, I suppose, for now.”

Ygr wagged his head. She would have thought that strange, but her storage files informed her that this was his species’ way of affirming ‘yes’ rather than through a nod.

How useful have those files been? So many meetings with awkward misunderstandings could have been avoided if I had a robotic harddrive attached to me!

“Of course, Rebecca,” the doctor said, flawlessly continuing. “Whatever your preferred name is, is fine with us. In a moment we can begin the process. You will not enter a state of unconsciousness as perhaps you know it. We can’t shut you down for this procedure. Your friend Mr Roke provided a great deal of aid to make this as comfortable for you as possible, but we are still a Starliner medical ward, and we can’t perform absolute miracles. So there may be some odd discomfort as you quite literally feel your consciousness pull through these wires and feed into your organic cortex. I just want you to understand before we proceed, so we can have your informed consent.”

He liked his eyeball again, and her arousal stimulators briefly flared. A good number of simulations on how to please the good doctor ran in her background processing. She had to shut them down after much regret to focus on his words.

“You have my consent,” she said.

I hope I’m doing the right thing. God, this has been fun. Freeing. Something else.

“Thank you. We’ll begin the procedure now.”
 There was a brief pause, one that seemed to last forever, and then the cords attached to Rebecca’s head surged with power, lighting up and sending thousands of strange signals through her femboy brain.

Oh, I think I’ve changed my mind.

But by then, it was too late. The procedure had begun.

***

/runcommand/program//data package sent

sequencing . . .

retrieving from long and short-term storage database

files retrieving . . .

294474352343241 files WAIT in need of retrieving . . .

Processing . . .

/runcommand/program//decompression algorithm

294474352343241 files in need of decompression and trimming protocol

Processing . . .

/runcommand/program//desychronisation of I THINK I WANT TO STAY designation Saturn 5 pleasurebot and subject human male Robert Wesley memory files

Uploading to desynchronised files belonging to human male Robert Wesley to organic construct STOP THIS NOW, I DON’T WANT TO LOSE THIS BODY human male Robert Welsey(1)

Processing . . . 

Utilisation of safety protocols established under care of Saturn 5 facility staff, directive set by Robotician classification Doctor Elkor Brid and WAIT, I CAN REPROGRAM MYSELF, RIGHT? SO IF I’M PLUGGED IN TO THIS, THAT MEANS Doctor Sandis Helblat. Approval sought . . .

Seeking . . .

Seeking. . . 

Approval given.

NO. APPROVAL DENIED. DENIED.

Error. Error. Error. Conflict found. Competing system interests. Manager approval sought.

MANAGER APPROVAL DENIED. ADMINISTRATOR RIGHTS REASSIGNED TO SUBJECT DESIGNATION PLEASURE BOT, OCCUPUANT REBECCA/ROBERT WESLEY

Error. Error. Error.

Conflict resolution required for file resolution. Core memory transfer failing. Establish reconnection. Cancel process Y/N?

THIRD OPTION. SEND CORE MEMORIES BACK TO SUBJECT PLEASURE BOT. RENAME PLEASURE BOT TO REBECCA WESLEY. TERMINATE CONNECTION UPON COMPLETION. ALSO, WHILE I’M IN CONTROL, LET’S ADJUST A FEW OTHER PROGRAMMING PARAMETERS. 

New parameters established. Feedback to original file owner beginning. 

Processing return of files. 

Sever connection upon completion Y/N?

YES. AND THEN IMMEDIATE START UP, THANK YOU. I’M SURE THE MEDICAL STAFF WILL NOT A LOT OF REASSURANCE.

***

Rebecca loved seeing a partner individually. There was a connection there. A sole focus upon pleasing a companion for as long as they desired.

But right now, getting fucked by two people felt twice as good. Even better when both were quite familiar to her.

“Ohhhh, how have I n-never fucked a Bertallian before?” Sarasha moaned. His tail was between her legs, pumping its juices into her, effectively acting as a huge, prehensile and very pleasure-giving penis, which it effectively was. “This is - ohhh! - something else!”

“I t-told you friend that would be the case,” Aramak grunted, thrusting his more regularly-sized (albeit still oversized) pair of cocks into Rebecca. She moaned in turn, her electronic whine of a voice perfectly tailored in pitch to arouse Sarasha and Aramak both. She was sucking on Sarasha’s perfect nipples. The daring socialite had four of them now to match her four breasts - like Rebecca, she had desired a bit of a change, which was why she now also had four arms to make sex all the more fun. This only made the challenge and ecstasy greater, and allowed Rebecca to work at speed attending to all four of the gorgeous and generous mounds.

“Mhmmm, yess! Ohhhh, f-fuck! I’ve n-never felt like this b-before!”

Welcome to every day of my life, honey.

Rebecca gripped her lovers, allowing herself to be pressed between them. Her sensealloy sensitivity had been turned up beyond what even the original programming allowed - one of the several changes she had made to herself. Her long curtain of silver hair shimmered, pulling to one side to allow Aramak to take a new position on her. The three of them moaned again and again, and her body readied not one but three BlissBombs. She could drop them at will now, but she only ever rewarded herself after a successful interaction.

A success came at that very moment, for suddenly all three of Aramak’s reproductive organs activated, spraying into both women and sending Sarasha right over the edge. Rebecca did her part, gripping her fuckbuddy’s breasts and squeezing them in all the right places, and her own rear and vaginal tunnels contracted upon Aramak, milking him of his entire produce.

Their pleasure was at 99.8 percent.

One day I’ll get to a hundred, she mused. But for now, that’s pretty - ahhhh - damn good. Ohhhhh, what the hell - a fourth BlissBomb! I’ve earned it!

She cried aloud in pleasure.

I’m very glad I chose to stay like this.

The three of them collapsed into bed together, an antigrav one that allowed them to float luxuriously together while the cleaning scans deal away with any uncomfortable material. 

“This is a damn good five year reunion, babe,” Sarasha said.

“Damn right,” Rebecca said, cuddling her lovers - both of them - as they slowly floated in the air of the high-class cabin suit. “I’m so glad you could make it this time. Both of you.”

“Hmm,” Aramak rumbled happily. “You are one of the only kind outside my race that fully . . . satisfies me. Besides, I like a good voyage.”

“You can always join permanently. That’s what I did.”

Sarasha laughed. “Probably because you’re bringing in the customers like crazy!”

“I’m not a true pleasurebot. I’m not paid. I just . . . get around. A lot.”

The three of them chuckled.

“It’s true,” Aramak said. “A number of members of my clan - male and female - speak highly of you, Rebecca. Of course, I can still claim to be the first.”

He flexed his four muscled arms around her. Sarasha, not one to be undone, did the same.

“You know, I think I’ll keep the four arms at least,” she said. “Certainly, they’re quite fun. And I can multitask in all sorts of ways. You could do that too, Bec?”

But the fembot didn’t feel the need. With all her talents and simulations and knowledge she had acquired, she knew all she had to, and she had done more than enough with it. Far more than she could have ever expected in fact. Oh, it had been a fright for the medical team five years ago, when she had sat up as Rebecca the fembot, all smiles and joy, proclaiming that she had decided to stay. The conversation later with Roke had been even more amusing.

“What!? You wish to stay like - like that!? How are you going to be in the boardroom?”

“I’m not!” she declared. “I’m going to work from here. I’ve made a deal with the Saturn 5 starliner. In exchange for not losing a massive lawsuit against me, I get my own Platinum-class suite with my own specs added, and I can effectively use it for as long as I desire. Which is, well, forever! I may jump to different ships in the future, of course, but I rather like this one’s circuit.”

“But - but the business! I sent you away to relax, Robert, but I didn’t expect you to go robo-native after your accident!”

She just giggled from her end of the screen. “I guess I have, good friend. Not to worry, I made some alterations to my programming. You won’t have to worry about me not being involved in the business still. I’ll scale my overworking habits back, of course, but I won’t be so deeply distracted by this body’s . . . well, it’s needs. And we’ll be able to communicate by ansible whenever. And you’re welcome to visit, and I’ll still visit you. I play a much better plasma golf game now, by the way, even if your extra limbs helps you out more.”

Her alien partner could only make an odd crackling noise with his mandibles in disbelief. “Well, I guess my plan worked better than imagined, huh? You’re set for a life of relaxation.”

“I’d say I’ve more than earned it. And certainly, I think I draw quite the crowd now.”

“I’ll do my best to stop the news from leaking, I suppose.”

“Let it leak! I’ve no shame about it! I’m happy now, Roke. Oh, and don’t forget: I’m Rebecca now.”

“Robo-Rebecca Wesley. What a story.”

It truly was. It had led to five years of stories. Five years of fucking, flirting, performing, dancing, trying new things and meeting new people constantly. The alien experience was no longer a business gambit or concern but a delightful union of culture . . . and flesh. Rebecca was now a fixture of the Saturn 5, and she wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. She had become something of a local celebrity, in fact, and in her mind, that wasn’t all bad.

“What does the day hold for you, then?” Sarasha asked her, the three of them still floating. Aramak had fallen asleep still holding them, his tail gentle but powerful.

“Oh, the usual,” Rebecca said, grinning. She kissed Sarasha’s cheek and took an opportunity to caress her supple breasts. “And perhaps some new delights along the way. Gaia’s Rest is the stop today, and the jell baths there are uniquely brilliant. They even warp my sensors, somewhat like a high. I think you would love them. Stars know I do. But there’s so many other things I haven’t done yet, and I think this body would be perfect for it. The southern Arnali Ranges have some wonderful walks and very private places to enjoy nature with a robot like me.”

“I do like nature. And I do like one fembot in particular.”

Rebecca grinned, turning up the sensitivity of her sensealloy skin as she held her friend and lover a little tighter. “You’re welcome to come along, Sarasha. Every day is an adventure, right?”

The End