I’d always wondered why Deirdre went through so many boyfriends. I mean, she’s gorgeous, has a nice personality, and I’ve always thought she was a fun person to hang around. Still, I’d never gotten up the nerve to ask her out. It surprised me one day when she asked me out on a date! I stammered and agreed quickly. She just smiled and said that she’d take care of everything.
Anthony had always been jealous of women. They were just so beautiful. So he went into the TG Restaurant. He pondered over the menu for quite a while. He decided on the small fries due to the fact that he was never a big eater and didn’t think he could eat an entire burger.
Anthony shrunk and became a small bodied red head female upon eating his meal. Anthony became Amy and she simply loves her life and loves the looks she gets for simply being so sexy.
Needing to use up my vacation days I booked a trip alone to an ocean resort. I didn’t want to go alone but being single and my siblings all have families and all my friends were being lame or didn’t have vaca time to use left me with little choice. I decided that since I was going alone the resort was the best choice as I could get pampered and lay on the beach and get sun while checking out the girls.
When I told a genie that I wanted to be a famous celebrity, my wish was granted. However, becoming Lindsay Lohan, a woman, wasn’t my intention.
Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely adore the celebrity lifestyle I now live. However, the female lifestyle I can live without. Heels are uncomfortable. It’s hard to sit in a dress without flashing people, even going to the bathroom is that bit more difficult. And don’t even get me started on hair and make up.
I love being a celebrity and I may love women but I don’t love being them.
Ron and Elizabeth’s honeymoon didn’t go as planned. Standing at 6’4″ tall and weighing about 350 lbs, Ron was always the biggest person in any room. He looked like a lineman or some child’s fantasy idea of a Norse king: bright red hair, a big beard, and an enormous voice. When he was around, there was no doubt who was in charge. His new wife, Elizabeth, was no dainty woman herself at a full 6′ tall and matronly plump and curvy.
Irony is a bitch. I have always trusted my mind. As an esteemed professor of philosophy, I have long argued that reason was the highest good and that only through careful application of logic was it possible to make choices resulting in a good and fulfilling life. But there is a powerful force in society that stands in the way of that possibility: the Download.
In their panicked rush to escape death, people sign up for Download insurance policies to place their consciousness in an android body after death – a body which then work as a slave for ten years. I used to lecture about it frequently in my philosophy classes, saying things like: “These downloaders turn their backs on living real life and spit on free will. It goes against everything natural for a human being. We have affirmed for generations that slavery is an unconscionable state, and now we subject ourselves to it by choice. Well you can rest assured, you will never find MY mind inside of some tin can.”
And yet, here I am – no longer a middle-aged, bearded male professor, but a dainty female android with plump tits barely contained in the most absurd maid outfit conceivable. I remember feeling pain, right in the middle of a lecture: a heart attack I got hauled off to the hospital, and when it became clear that I wasn’t going to make it, the hospital authorized an emergency download. One minute, I was breathing in sharp gasps, feeling my body shutting down, and then suddenly I was fluttering long eyelashes, feeling more alive than I ever had. I was also an indentured servant.
None of it was my choice. Apparently, when I was just a baby, my parents took out a life insurance policy on me, and they decided to add the brand new Download option. I never even knew the policy existed, but apparently, it was still valid. All those decades ago, when the technology was new, they didn’t have different levels of policy like they do now, but times have changed. Since this was such a small policy, I was automatically dropped into the lowest android option: PleasureBot.
So far, the only thing that my owner has asked me do is actual maid service: cooking and cleaning, that sort of thing. It’s demeaning work, and the way this body moves is inherently sexual: arching my back to stick out my chest, wiggling my hips, tits and ass jiggling as I walk. The worst part is that I have no choice in the matter. My programming forces me to oblige every command, no matter how degrading, with a cute little curtsy and the words, “Right away, Sir.”
Of course, with the way I’m dressed and the way he stares at me, I know it’s only a matter of time before he asks for something else. I’ve never been interested in men. In fact, I rather enjoyed being surrounded by beautiful young women on a college campus. But things in my head are getting weird. Every time I obey a command, I get a little thrill of pleasure. When I catch my owner staring at my ass, my circuits tingle, and I start swinging my hips even more. On top of it all, the programming that comes with this body is constantly bombarding me with unfamiliar thoughts. How do you apply reason to a situation like this? I don’t think I can trust my own mind anymore, because I’m even beginning to hope that my master will finally summon me for some “strenuous” duties.
Typically, I hate ads on my phone. But the other day I got a text message advertising something called the Master PC phone app. I couldn’t say why I chose to pay attention to it rather than just delete it, but I did, and let me just say, “Wow! This thing is incredible.”
“What do you want?” my owner asked.
It was such a small, simple question, but it had enormous significance. Fortunately, my new, computerized brain processes information at blazing speeds compared to what my old grey matter could accomplish, intelligent though I had been, so I could really think about all the issues involved.
I used to think that I belonged in a male body. I was proud of my broad shoulders, square features, thick beard, and even the stereotypical gut that stuck out in front of me. But when my mind was dumped inside the synthetic body of a thin woman with perky breasts and butt, I had to completely re-evaluate my sense of self. As much as I would like to argue that our true identity exists in the mind rather than in the body, it’s hard to maintain that view when a different voice comes out of my mouth or when I have to brush long red locks of hair out of my eyes, a gesture that I never once performed as a man, or when I feel a stirring desire for flesh from the empty cavity between my legs that I never possessed before.
I used to think that physical pleasure was a distraction from the highest good of reason and self-reflection. That’s not to say pleasure was bad (I enjoyed a fair amount of sex myself), but it seemed selfish and small compared to the cause philosophy to which I had devoted myself. But maybe I thought that way because I had never experienced true satisfaction before. Now that I have a body literally built for sex, I can’t imagine how all my sitting around thinking ever did any good. I was still bitter and grumpy and often lonely. But as a PleasureBot, I experience the most incredible sensations of euphoria, not only be receiving pleasure, but by giving it to my master as well. The more selfish we are with our lust, the more happiness we create in each other.
I used to think that I was only interested in women. I admired long silky legs and lush round tits. Their softness, their grace, their quivering sensuality all turned me on in an instant. At first I was horrified to find myself inside such a body, feeling the jiggling of my curves and seeing the delicacy of my features in a reflection. But the more I saw the lust in my master’s eyes, the more I understood possessing those features I had always lusted after was even more arousing than seeing them.
And now that I am softer and smaller, it is the strength, the size, and the hardness of my master that makes me quiver. He took his time having sex with me the first time, tracing my contours with his kisses, stroking my skin in meandering patterns that sent electricity racing through my circuits. It was like he wanted to stimulate each and every one of the pleasure relays built into my skin. My consciousness wasn’t prepared to handle so many sensations, and I allowed the programming to take over, so that when I finally felt his rigid member slide into my soaking wet synthetic pussy, my high pitched voice blared the news of my first orgasm in this body. We’ve had plenty of sex since then, in all sorts of rhythms, rooms, and positions, and I know now that there is nothing else on earth that can satisfy me the way a man’s cock can.
I used to think . . . I used to think so much. As a stodgy and aging professor of philosophy, I used to spend hours just thinking, pondering, weighing ideas. But as an android, all these ruminations take only a split second. So it was really quite a simple matter for me to realize that all my old ideas about free will were wrong all along. None of us really has free will. We are a slave to our bodies and to our perceptions as much as androids are slaves to their owners. But I realized something: if I choose to accept my slavery, then it’s no longer something I’m forced to do, but something I want to do. That choice makes me free to fully embrace the person that I am. And the person I am now is a sex object.
“What do you want?” my master had asked.
“I want your cock inside me,” I moaned.
Jacob and Aiden friendship had endured many years. They were as close as soap and sponge. However, Aiden would ditch his friend in an instant for a beautiful woman. Aiden loved women however none loved him. Jacob was his closest friend. So Aiden decided to make Jacob his woman. He went to the TG Restaurant and bought a curvy cake then he took it to Jacob.
Jacob didn’t want the cake. He claimed he wasn’t hungry. However, Aiden begged and pleaded until he tried a piece. Little did Jacob know that that single piece of cake would change his life.
Jacob ate the slice and complimented Aiden for his taste in cakes. Jacob was curious as to why Aiden didn’t have a piece. But then the question was answered. Jacob began transforming into a woman. He shrunk and grew curves and striking red hair. Soon his third leg had diminished and he, or she, was a fully pledged woman.
Jacob was furious with his, her, friend. She couldn’t believe that he could do this to her. Aiden tried to convince Jacob that she should embrace the change but it wasn’t going to happen, or at least that is what Jacob thought.
Jeremy was looking at his ID-card when the genderwave was about to hit his town. He, his family, his friends … they all knew what was about to happen when the wave hits. The hours before the wave hit he knew that he would be annoyed the most by one thing. It wasn’t that he would instantly turn into the girl he would have become with two X chromosomes and it wasn’t that he would get a random girl name together with the family name of his mothers side of the family. It also wasn’t that he no longer would be the good looking guy who could get every girl he wanted and his plans for the football scholarship were also over now and he had to pick a completely new way in life.