The Necklace - FtF "Sexbot" Story (Patreon)

Light and sound muddled together into a bright, rhythmic throbbing in her head as Marianne’s sedatives slowly wore off. Over the next few minutes, sensation returned to her limbs and color filled the blurry shapes milling about around her, their muffled voices too distorted to understand. She drifted in and out of a dreamless, numb sleep until she felt a hot pinch on the back of her neck that shot her awake in an instant. Suddenly sitting up in the bleached white hospital bedding all alone, the woman pieced together why she was there. She had undergone a state-of-the-art procedure far beyond plastic surgery. The doctors installed a nanotechnology implant in her neck. She ran tingly, clumsy fingertips along the new collar-like necklace she would be wearing for the rest of her life. She felt warmth in her belly as she smiled to herself and couldn’t wait to get home and show her husband what she had done.

Looking around the room, her things were hanging neatly in a small closet across from her. She’d been asleep for a while, and the harsh daylight had been replaced with a hazy, summer sunset full of purples, oranges and reds. Taking a shaky first step, Marianne felt the soft plush carpet more intensely than she ever had before. It felt downright good to bury her dainty toes into it and upon standing up, with help from the railing on her bed, she realized how much more she felt all over. The simple hospital gown she wore hung from her ample curves gently, but the buzzing in her skin as the fabric slid across it was indescribable. Taking a few minutes to freshen up in the bathroom, various well-placed mirrors allowed her to see her new hardware from every angle. She was blessed with a long, slender neck and the beautiful, golden collar hung from it elegantly. It made her feel regal for a moment until she remembered what it would do. The woman blushed and bit her bottom lip as flashes of passionate fantasies with her husband danced in her mind.

She carefully hurried along getting ready, eager to be released. Shortly after donning her freshly-pressed velvet navy dress, Marianne found her stiletto heels, feeling their daring height to be a breeze to balance in now. She sauntered across the room to practice her confident, effortless stride. The implant was already paying for itself! Marianne left the room, wiggling her hips with a blushing smile across her face.

“Mrs. Mayflower. It was such a pleasure to serve you today!” The attending nurse called out to her, meeting her in the hall with a brochure in hand. “Do please call if you need anything regarding the implant- I’m sure your husband will want to explore all of its features soon enough”, the woman grinned, giving Marianne a practiced wink. The bashful housewife didn’t know what to say and blushed even redder, stammering a thank you before leaving to meet the cab driver.

The simple, nondescript exterior of the building had the cab driver assuming Marianne had just left a spa date as he helped load her things. He wasn’t rude, but she could feel his eyes on her body in the rearview mirror. Marianne's thoughts were on the upcoming evening and the cab driver’s attempts at conversation stopped after several single word answers. Marianne clenched the hem of her dress and the brochure tightly, nervous with anticipation. She knew she would need to help her husband open up to “explore” as the attending called it. He was such an easy to please gentleman, Marianne didn’t want to scare the poor man with her new… features.

Arriving home as the dim sunlight dropped below the trees. Donovan was there waiting for her on the porch. Tanned, caramel skin and coal-black hair slick with pomade. He wore a loosely-tucked white silk shirt with no tie and dark slacks, signaling he’d been waiting for her since coming home from work. Marianne thought it cute how he worried about her. Always the doting gentleman, he helped Marianne out of the taxi and took her arm after stealing a soft kiss.

“Donovan, I’m feeling fine, really!” He took her bag from the cab driver and escorted her several steps until he looked down and realized his wife was as tall as he was with the heels she had on. Glancing back up at her quizzically, Marianne giggled and posed for him with a playful “ta-da~”. Scratching his head, Donovan drank in the sight of his beautiful wife. Her long, copper tresses were salon-styled and hung loosely against her bare shoulders. She wore a strapless navy pencil dress with a deep neckline that accentuated her naturally large bust and slender neck- upon which her odd new golden necklace rested. She let him enjoy the view a moment longer before taking his arm again, eager to get inside.

“What kind of ‘unusual’ operation did you say you had again…?” Donovan asked with a confused, playful suspicion as she stepped through the open doorway ahead of him. There was a slight redness on the back of her neck around a small bulb-like protrusion of her necklace where the ends met. Marianne calmly dodged the question by asking about his day. He obliged her and answered, briefly recounting his dull but well-paying work while she poured him a modest glass of scotch before handing it to him. Sitting down at the counter across from his wife, he felt her hesitation.

“So. My operation…” Marianne ran her fingers down the length of her necklace. The implant gives control over me. Make me able to do just about anything… anything you desire.” She saw the confused expression on her husband’s face and paused. “...It would probably make more sense to simply show you, dear.”

Marianne let out a slow trembling breath and touched the back of the necklace. There was an audible chime and she gasped as a shudder ran across her body. Across her flesh, coming from the bulb, a warm stain of inky black ran through her veins and spread across her whole body. Spreading like watercolor, her flesh began to dye a deep glossy black. As it climbed up her neck and streaked over her face, Marianne cooed, trembling as her dress clung to her curves tightly.  Her lips swelled, pursing as the classic rouge of red on her lips turned a brilliant glittering gold. They continued to grow plump and juicy and round. Pursing into a grin, her teeth barely visible past the golden pillows

The soft material was making her new skin buzz intensely and she quickly decided to unzip her dress to let it fall down at her feet. It held onto her hips and tits and the woman moaned with agitation as she pulled the dress down over her incredibly sensitive nipples and wide hips. She ran her dainty fingers down the new skin, feeling the incredible smoothness taking over. The glossy, rubbery material spread to her nipples, but the black color stopped around her puffy areolas and pinched the tender flesh. Each nipple suddenly throbbed and grew longer, thicker, and turned the same gold as her lips. The woman’s plumping areolas pinched around her swollen nipples and became maddeningly sensitive as they changed to glossy gold. Marianne gasped and bit her lower lip, grabbing her breasts as her tingling nipples grew firm. She couldn’t help herself, softly moaning as her legs quaked. A thick golden milk dribbled from each nipple and wove themselves into a kind of milky smooth chain that hardened along with each tip of her nipples, becoming a thick plug-like piercing for each of her transformed, heaving teats. She hefted her breasts, watching along with her husband as her already generous bust swelled into giant, impossibly round globes of glossy black femininity. She probed the new piercings, tugging gently on her chains while hefting her inviting new tits. Marianne’s tongue slid out from golden lips, longer and longer, now sporting its own thick barbell-styled golden piercing and licked her nipple.

Donovan stared agape as if in a trance from his dining room chair across the room. White-knuckling the glass of scotch, he watched Marianne grope and explore her body while it changed before him. Her form was bizarre, the color was incredibly, erotically exotic and his generous manhood tented the silky slacks.

Marianne felt like she could almost smell the pre-cum forming on its tip all the way from where she stood. The black latex texture continued to travel down her body, covering her thighs and yielding around her hungry pussy before her inner walls puffed and turned gold, spreading and drooling its own golden chain and forming a golden dildo that slowly grew. It filled her, deeper than anything should have been possible. The golden cock began to pulsate with vibrations. It split her insides wide and Marianne grabbed the kitchen island next to her, legs trembling as the golden chain hardened. She felt new muscles within her grab and… stroke the dildo plunged deep inside her.

Before she could explore further, her ass suddenly ballooned bigger. Marianne awkwardly tried to stand like she was used to. She felt a twinge in her neck and felt a wave of relaxation wash over her mind and reflexively resisted. She realized she was fighting the implant and stopped. She closed her eyes and let out a calm sigh, allowing the necklace to take over. With a calm, smooth motion, her hips rocked to one side, her right leg lifted slightly with her foot posed in front of the other. Posing for Donovan, her body shifted to the side, giving him a full view as each of her plump ass cheeks doubled in size while the flesh turned black, smooth and polished to a glossy sheen. She pulled her asscheeks apart as, nestled within, her asshole swelled larger into a glossy, fat donut. Plunging her fingers within the new ass meat, she spread her hole wider for her husband to see, licking her lips as his cock tented his pants tightly.

She felt so full of energy and overwhelming sensation. The cool air on her skin, the feeling of her thighs touching, her fingers probing the strange lips of her areolas around her piercings. Her swollen, stuffed pussy ached for more and her throbbing plump asshole winked with need. These new erotic feelings were beginning to overwhelm her thoughts, and all of her worries and apprehensions were fading away before an intense kaleidoscope of pleasure her body was transforming to produce. The implant was making her into someone- no, something else. Not simply a doll or something crass- but a perfect being of pure pleasure. She willed the changes on, eager to know the end- to to feel the full extent of her perfect fucktoy form.

Marianne felt her scalp tingle as her copper tresses grew longer, thicker. The keratin of each strand grew stronger and healthier, more voluminous before the reddish honey color bled from her scalp down to the ends into a shimmering pale gold. She ran her fingers through her heavier mane and flipped it back over her shoulder, grinning as she stepped out of her heels. She stepped forward towards her mesmerized husband on her tip-toes, feeling a spike of black jut out from her heel down to the floor. Thickened rubber oozed from between her toes and flowed around the balls of her arches. Lifting her up off the cool linoleum several inches, a platform made of the same glossy gold rubber as her improved nipples and holes formed mid-step. Her body adapted instantly and sauntered with a bold confident sway to her lover. With each step, her thighs firmed with muscle and then plumped with inviting curves on top. Her stretched out lace underwear dug into her tender swelling folds. Each step caused the stressed fabric to pop as she ran her hands down her hips, feeling the same pressure in them as her tits had before they grew in size, begging her transforming body wordlessly to grow them too. With one final surge of growth along her ass and thighs, the frayed stitching on the hem of her panties exploded into pieces at once.

Her body obliged her fantasy and every sway of her hips went wider with a thrilling jiggle as her heels clacked loudly one after the other. She was built like an hourglass, with a waist so tiny she could click her gold fingernails together around it. Her hips and ass were otherworldly- Donovan had never imagined anything like them before. Her breasts jutted from her chest boldly without a hint of sag and the tassel-like chains jingled softly as they came to a stop with the rest of her. She was completely naked: with built-in gold stiletto heels, tasseled nipple plugs, and a giant golden dildo stuffing her deeply. All of this- all these changes, formed out of some deep subconscious drawn forth, was creating a powerfully confident, lusty alter-ego for Marianne to let take the ‘driver’s seat’. She relaxed and let ‘It’ take over… and give her hubby the ride of his life.

It stood over Donovan, hands on her hips with a powerful pose of feminine confidence. It’s golden pussy was at face-level to the utterly baffled man. He looked up from the drooling, inviting folds and gasped as all the detail of his wife’s face was smooth and featureless except for plush oversized lips. Pale golden bangs covered the space where her eyes should have been and her cute little nose was gone. It was like a black latex mannequin or doll had replaced his wife.

“M- Marianne…? Darling? Are you… in there?” He asked sheepishly, waving his hand in front of her face after her body made not even the slightest movement or sound after stepping before him.

The eyeless face looked down at Donovan and It’s over-inflated lips smiled warmly before calmly kneeling down between his knees. It ran her soft fingers across the ample bulge running down his pant leg and nuzzled his warm package against her cheek. Donovan slouched in his chair, craned back his neck and moaned, unable to resist this creature’s attention. Unzipping his slacks and freeing her husband’s swollen package, it sprang out, the tip already glistening with precum. Donovan watched as delicate fingers and soft, bee-stung lips softly played with the engorged meat until it was iron- which didn’t take long. It’s head calmly engulfed inch after inch down to the man’s thighs, the golden pillows squishing into his balls before her hot tongue snaked out around them and began to toy with her husband's sack. Her drool oozed out from between pillowy lips and the heat of his member warmed her throat. Marianne’s mouth explored every inch as if it were miles of undiscovered wilds and she was a daring adventurer. Donovan didn’t stand a chance and erupted quickly. He grabbed her hair and his legs trembled. His moans were like a song sung by angels to Marianne, and It was eager to swallow every drop he gave her.

As Donovan’s hot cum filled her belly, Marianne felt a surge of intense pleasure radiate through her body. She wanted to cry out in ecstasy but her body stayed rooted in place with her lips around the base of his girth. The incredible sensations brought her to the edge of orgasm, but release never came- cloyingly close but cruelly just out of reach. The new body urged her on hungrily, to satisfy her husband and bathe her insides with his hot cum again and again. Marianne wordlessly begged her body to continue and It obliged, sliding her lips off his still-hard shaft with a slick, wet ‘pop!’ before standing back up over Donovan’s lap. He glanced up to his faceless wife’s soft smile and back down to her drooling golden cunt still stuffed with the giant dildo. She playfully wiggled her hips causing the dangling chain to jingle softly expectantly. Still catching his breath from the incredible blow-job, Donovan gently tugged the chain and a deep moan escaped It’s lips as the golden shaft began to slide free. Inside, Marianne felt an intense groan of pleasure bubble up within her and suddenly go mute. Her vision went blurry as inch after inch of her dildo was relieved from her throbbing pussy. She eagerly ached for release, but was again rebuffed by It… unable to cum and hopelessly held on the edge for what felt like hours as only seconds ticked by.

Pulling it completely free, he hefted the ribbed, heavy rubber facsimile of his own dick, slick with his wife’s hot juices before glancing back to her to find a gigantic glossy black derriere wiggling in his face. Between her giant ass cheeks, a plump, wet, donut winked at her lover. With a soft, purring voice, deeper than Marianne’s but unmistakably still hers, It begged for her ass to be filled with her toy cock. With a purring, deeply lust-filled timbre, It spoke:

“Come on big man, please stick it in my ass. I want the real thing in my cunt right now~!”

It’s voice seemed to come from all around her inside the black latex body. You wouldn't see it from watching It’s calm, expert movements but Marianne was shaking under the rubbery latex texture. Her empty pussy was on fire and dripping with desire. She’d never had anything in her ass before, and the prospect of having something as big as her husband in both her holes sounded insane. The necklace would make it work, she told herself. Putting her trust in the jewelry to work as intended, Marianne forced herself to relax the tension down her back and in her chest, feeling the suit help dissolve it in a ripple out from her neck across her whole body.

Donovan was already half-mast again when he pressed the tip of the golden dildo against her asshole. Everything was happening so fast, it was like a dam breaking. Everything was on the table, there were no limits. The man began to fantasize about everything he could desire, every little fantasy he held deep inside. By the time he had just the ringed plug visible outside of Marianne’s asshole, he knew what he wanted first. It accepted the golden cock into her ass with a playful wiggle of her wide hips, which Donovan greeted with a hungry stinging slap across her right ass-cheek, before spinning around smoothly on her stilettoed feet. With an equally smooth motion, It teased the tip of his shaft with her slick dark nether-petals a moment before engulfing it, slapping her ass against his thighs. Marianne wanted to shout a groan as she suddenly took all of him, but was muted by her shell. Donovan responded with a sharp impressed grunt of satisfaction before letting out a long drawn out sigh of pleasure as It began to roll her hips. Slowly- tauntingly slow, It thrust him into her folds which drooled ambrosia whose smell caused Donovan’s tired spent meat to spring back to life. He’d never been ready to go so soon after cumming, but he was quickly hard as iron again.

He grabbed It’s heavy tits from behind and fondled their firm slick skin as she bounced with perfect rhythm. Sliding down her tits to her impossibly small waist and then feeling the incredible width of her hips as they thrust up and down, wider than his shoulders, with a huge derriere like a shelf, was hypnotizing. Donovan could only lean back, hold her hips, and enjoy the ride. It gradually quickened her pace, letting the hot twitching meat inside guide her. The latex shell let out a soft moan and began to slap her hips down hard onto his thighs and It’s master began to groan as silken walls clenched tightly around his shaft. Donovan felt the mane of platinum hair move and suddenly, he was looking up at her huge breasts and smiling “face”. Marianne’s body was twisted around at the waist and she brought herself in to smother Donovan’s face with her tits.

He felt each one heavily press into her face as he dreamily kissed the silky black flesh. A nipple-plug brushed his lips and he grabbed it with his teeth. It squealed with delight as he pulled his head back and relieved the engorged nipple of its plump cock-like plug. It delicately plucked it via the chain hanging from his teeth and teased the tip on her tongue and sucked the wet milky juices coating the plug. Donovan looked down at the nipple to find it more resembling both a mouth and a pussy. Without missing a beat, possessed by the strange infinite possibilities he had at his fingertips, kissed, licked, and suckled the nipple on It’s right breast hungrily. Moaning with an otherworldly feminine voice, It rocked her hips like a dancer and slowed down her ride on his cock to allow Donovan to explore her new nipples.

Inside, Marianne was catatonic as she felt his cock trembling inside her, his tongue probing strange new folds inside her nipples, the dildos in her ass and left nipple throbbing with every movement, and suckling the stubby cock with her impossibly large, sensitive bee-stung lips. It was all just too much! She was twisted around like a pretzel, fucking and sucking, and being fucked all manner of ways. She felt like a rubber sex toy with all her holes being ravaged, her heavy curves jiggling and bouncing like a whores. She wanted more. She needed more. It was so hungry for exploration- to let Donovan explore her near-limitless potential as he saw fit. She was clay under his fingers. Marianne wanted to melt, to finally cum and straddle her lover in his arms, but the skin wouldn’t allow that. She- It was Donovan’s plaything. For several minutes, she edged the poor man, grinding her hips and stroking his twitching cock with impossible precision and dexterity. He messily thrust his tongue inside her nipple and an explosion of fireworks burst in Marianne’s caged existence. It was a kind of beautiful torture. She needed release, she needed him to release. She could feel how tight his balls were with every thrust. Every slap against his hips. She dreamed about his hot cum firing into her like an explosion of heat and bliss. Marianne worried she might go mad with pleasure if this kept up much longer! The collar trembled against her flesh and she laughed inside her shell, she was supposed to take it slow on the first day.

Marianne’s procedure wasn’t experimental, but some of the particulars of such an invasive implant, with vast transformative properties, were still untested. It was a brave new world filled with all kinds of implants that improved motor function, reaction time, muscle tissue density, etc. Many were against such science, but many many others welcomed the opportunity to become more. When the doctors met with Marianne, she made it clear what she desired from her implant and they eagerly obliged. When she went under, the sedatives kept parts of her mind awake due to how the implant needed to attach to her brainstem. Her subconscious heard them discussing how malleable she would be as the initial stream of Nanotex fluid streamed through her bloodstream. The implantation went off without a hitch and they spent the remainder of the time testing to make sure the Nanotex would “listen” to all commands and subconscious will. They started small, changing her proportions in various ways. When those tests all easily passed, they stress-tested her body under the influence of “full-saturation”, turning her body into the shape of a cube, a motorcycle, a dog, and other more bizarre shapes. If anything were not functioning properly, these tests would have found them. The only thing they couldn’t test was the effect of a particularly submissive user where the implant was responding to their subconscious, there might be some struggle between what the user feels is foreign impulses and control. They were sure it was something Marianne would be capable of getting used to. The latex had an added quirk of leaching into bodily fluids. Disengaged from the implant, the amount of transformative properties was limited and would only mildly influence a non-implanted subject temporarily. Such changes were not viewed with any significant concern and fresh Nanotex flooded Marianne’s implant collar, ready to use at the press of a button.

Donovan tasted something different against his tongue inside her fleshy nipple-pussy. Rubbery, slick milk coated his tongue and subtly absorbed into him. A tiny change here. An incremental shift there. Beads of sweat ran down his whole trembling body as the liquid latex infected his body. His eyes rolled back and he felt his blood grow hot. Something was coming!

Lubrication, sweat, and cum dripped to the kitchen floor as the pair drew ragged, lusty breaths. Thrusting and probing, sucking, fucking, and exploring, Donovan was awash in overwhelming sensation. The thing that possessed his Marianne was inexhaustible, insatiable! He silently ached for release, but was edged over and over by the latex temptress. The Nanotex was pumping through his veins now and, little by little, amassed in his aching testes. Suddenly, he felt pressure inside and then a deep tingling weight growing by the second. His cock seemed to squeeze tightly inside Marianne as it grew thicker and even longer, and when she thrust down to his thighs again, his balls stopped her hips from reaching him. They squeezed, tensed, and he felt her sudden twitch that sent a jolt up through his cock that surged down into his toes. They curled, he bucked backwards, and the man let out a sudden sharp moan while his powerful hands gripped the doll’s waist. It leaned forward and pressed hard into his chest and face with her breasts, cradling his sweat-soaked hair while her shrouded gaze watched intently.

Erupting deep inside her, his turgid balls shuddered and emptied. Donovan’s swollen cock twitched madly as thick ropes bathed her insides. The doll’s body finally relented and allowed Marianne to orgasm. Suddenly in control of the reins, the disoriented woman felt her belly grow with each hot, quivering emission. He held onto her tightly, groaning aloud as his sweat-covered muscles rippled. Marianne’s jet black skin was a glossy sheen with sweat and she glowed warmly, trembling with drool hanging from her golden moaning lips and aching nipples. Cum oozed out of Marianne around her husband’s shaft and she held him close while the afterglow warmed her belly. Donovan’s head finally squeezed up between her mammoth tits and weakly groaned before slumping back in the chair.

Looking down, she realized she was still facing backwards and experimentally “let go” and felt the tension slowly twist her back around. Now facing her belly, she gasped and tentatively poked the swollen bulge. Glancing around, Marianne wished she had sent a towel nearby to help her keep from making a mess once she moved, but something peculiar happened as she pondered her predicament- the bump began to recede. Inside her, the Nanotex was breaking down the spent seed into simpler proteins and chemicals. A flash of understanding rippled through her mind as the evening’s events began to piece together. The Nanotex was basically fueling itself with Donovan’s cum. What on earth had she become?

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The two spent the next hour showering and then slowly cleaning up the kitchen, stopping every few minutes to playfully tease each other. Marianne jokingly pouted when she found Donovan’s cock and balls back to normal size and he responded in kind by holding his hands out for how much larger her breasts were as “It”. They reheated the dinner Donovan made and snuggled on the couch for a while watching television.

Marianne couldn’t focus on the TV and instead felt herself under her warm blanket. She felt her now normal nipples and remembered how it felt when they were open pussy-like drooling holes quivering and clenching Donovan’s fingers. Her belly was full of cum as large as if she were several months pregnant. She could still feel how full the dildo had stuffed her ass, how it made every movement electric. Her giant lips wrapped around his thick cock. She daydreamed, staring at nothing while imagining the possibilities. Just the warmth and soft cotton of her blanket were enough to push her to thoughts of… playtime. Her implant had the potential to make her into almost any shape. She could make herself bottom heavy, chubby, supermodel skinny or… she could transform her nipples into mouths, or make her asshole into another pussy!

Marianne was already extremely horny when Donovan turned off the TV for bed. With a slight groan, she watched him get up and stretch before his usual routine. Instead of meeting him in the bathroom, she slipped into the bedroom. Despite his body being utterly exhausted, Donovan felt like a young man again and so engrossed with his thoughts, he didn’t notice his wife’s absence. His fantasies, this whole new realm of sexual exploration, he was full mast before flicking off the bathroom light, turning into the bedroom, and then froze.

In their bed was his wife- no, ‘It’ was in their bed, kneeling down with her ass wiggling in his direction. But to call it an “ass” would understate the impossible scale of her backside. Each cheek was a giant wobbly globe of black latex. Her shiny, winking latex donut between her ass-cheeks looked lubed and capable of swallowing him whole if it wanted. He followed the curve of her spine and the slim waisted torso led up to the now familiar platinum pale golden mane of his wife’s alter ego, but beneath, her torso was another gargantuan pair of orbs, each as big as he was. Her tits! Donovan slowly circled the bed, drinking in her form in silence, slack-jawed and completely blind-sided by the beyond cartoonish proportions of his bride. Her nipples came into view and he saw them as huge, plush, golden pillowy lips matching her face. They smiled as he met It’s eyeless gaze. She gently clapped together the swollen flesh of her tits as a playful ‘come-hither’ and he didn’t need anymore teasing.

“Marianne. You make sure to wake me from this dream after I finish”, he said, dropping his cotton trousers and diving into the cavernous cleavage of his latex lover.

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Donovan took the next few days off as a surprise vacation to explore every avenue of pleasure imaginable. Marianne was absolutely in love with being her husband’s insatiable shapeshifting plaything as ‘It’. After the first few weeks, Donovan had to endure some odd looks and whispers after checking out some rather unusual literature from the local library for “ideas”. It was a small price to pay, as Marianne too had all day by herself at home to lustily dream about serving her master.

The End