(M to F Robo-Sheep Lovedoll)
Dylan MacDouglas was relatively sure that there was something illegal about keeping him held in a clear glass tube. Of course, he was also definitely sure that there was something illegal about trafficking drugs, occasional grand theft auto, and a slight dabbling of murder. So, all things considered, maybe his captors were on the same level he was.
But why was he naked?
A bright light stabbed against his corneas, and he let out a series of increasingly inventive and anatomically improbable curses. Unfortunately, the light was too harsh to make out much beyond his prison.
“Are you done?” A cool female voice asked.
“… And your mother,” he added with a slow pause. The man nodded to himself with the pride of an artist gazing upon their work. “That’ll about do.”
“Good. Now, if you’re rather finished, the auction will begin shortly,” the voice continued. “You have been injected with a series of nanobots, which will reconstruct you to our clients’ demands. Bidding begins at one thousand dollars, and each bid will result in a transformation.”
“The hell are you talking about?” Dylan snorted, crossing his arms. The motion exposed himself strategically to whoever was watching, and he gave his hips a shake for good measure. “What, you looking to sell me into some kinda sex ring? Bring it on, if you can take it.”
“Starting bid: Hips [Maternal]. Second: Lips [Full]. Third: Breasts. Fourth: Gender [Mental]. Fifth: Muscle Definition [Decrease].” The voice seemed to ignore him, though the bidders didn’t.
Dylan blinked in surprise, then grunted in shock as his hips flared. A shudder traveled up and down his spine, which only highlighted his pear shape. The man grit his teeth, a motion which was turned in to a pout thanks to his swelling lower lip.
“The hell is going on here?” He asked, groaning as his pear shape became an hourglass. His chest bulged as twin, soft mounds blossomed from his body. They were smallish, but were certainly breasts nonetheless. He’d held enough to know what they were.
“And… Why do I have tits?” Dylan continued, her brow furrowing as a slight haze settled over her mind. Something about her was different, but she couldn’t tell what. A few seconds of deep thought passed, during which time her biceps softened.
She looked to her arms with a small frown, flexing them experimentally. “This sucks, how’m I supposed to be the toughest girl…” She gasped, full lips forming an ‘O’ of surprise. “Hold up! Why do I think I’m some kinda bitch!?”
“Sixth: Language [Polite]. Seventh: Breasts [Larger]. Eighth: Nipples [Larger]. Ninth: Buttocks [Larger].”
“Stop doing this to me, you ninnies! I don’t fuffling want a…” Dylan gasped, hand flying to her face. They pressed against her changed mouth, and for a moment she found herself distracted by just how soft; just how full they were. “Hold up! I can’t farthing swear? What the shell?”
As she railed against the invisible bidder, her chest swelled further. Her areola swelled, nipples growing longer; more sensitive. The lower half of her hourglass flared, and she looked down in surprise to find a generous ass, the kind that would guarantee her seat would never need a cushion.
“Tenth: Voice [Sultry]. Bidding has reached ten thousand dollars. Future bids will each be five thousand, mini—Eleventh: Intelligence [Lower]. Twelfth: Hair [Long]. Thirteenth: Hair [Curly].”
“What’s wrong with you all? You can’t do this to me, I’m not into guys!” As Dylan spoke, her voice lifted in pitch. A faint, wistful sigh hung against her every word, and she found herself growing stiff at the sound of her own voice. “That’s not even fair!”
She stomped a foot against the ground, which did little other than shake her breasts. A faint cloud settled over her thoughts, almost like she’d had a bit much to drink, but she paid it no heed. Instead, she gasped as her locks lengthened, growing well past her shoulders towards the small of her back.
“Wait, like… Why’m I having long hair? That’s not right, right?” Dylan struggled to think, stroking her hands through her long, dark locks. They curled around her fingers, tickling her palms and the tips of her fingers alike.
“Fourteenth: Face [Heart-Shaped]. The next bid will be perman—Body [Android]. Bidder must know, such a change will cost ten bids.” The voice paused. “Bid confirmed. Bidding will resume at increments of ten thousand.”
Dylan shuddered, gasping as her features reshaped. She couldn’t see her reflection, but she could tell that something was distinctly wrong with her face. First, her jawline grew tapered, settling into a delicate heart. Next, her lashes lengthened, and her nose lifted to a cute button.
All the while, Dylan focused on what the voice had said. She wasn’t anywhere near the criminal genius she’d been moments ago, but she knew enough English to understand the implications of the bid. “Permannn… Permanny, it means that the other changes can be undone, right?” She looked up to her invisible captors, fidgeting. “Please, you have to make me normal again!”
Too late, she realized the rest of the bid. Her body convulsed, joints locking and unlocking as they shifted from internal to external joints. From hinges to ball-and-sockets, points of articulation ratcheted into place along her form. Her skin hardened, and eyes widened in a permanent doe-eyed innocence.
“Wait, what’s…” She trailed off. Her voice had a singsong tone to it, a faint melody accompanying her words to hide that they were artificial. She realized that her body now couldn’t breathe, and looked down to her stiff breasts, rapping her mechanical knuckles against them. “Oh… Oh no…”
“Sixteenth: Name [Lyn]. Seventeenth: Orientation [Male Preferred]. Eighteenth: Intelligence [Lower]. Ninteenth: Intelligence [Lower]. Twentieth bid will be permanent, and will go to highest bidder.”
“Highest… Wha?” Lyn struggled to follow along, whimpering and bringing her hand between her legs. She stroked at her cock idly, wondering how her next boyfriend would like it. Somewhere, deep in her mind, a voice told her that she should be thinking about girls instead of guys. That part was dismissed as her thoughts clouded further and further.
“Ooh… Hehe, feels good…” She looked down to the dildo that served as her gender, stroking it with both hands. It thrummed gently with her pleasure, a motor sending surges of pleasure through her mechanical body. “Horny dummy wants a Daddy, hehe…”
“Bidding confirmed. The winner of the twentieth bid will pay one hundred twenty thousand dollars. In exchange, Species [Anthro Sheep].”
“Huh-uh-aahhh?” Lyn stammered. A bleat worked its way into her tone, and she moved her hips gently forwards and backwards. Her thick, curly hair grew thicker still as more synthetic fibers slid from her scalp. More emerged from her mechanical body, covering her breasts and her dick alike. “Whaah-aah-aah?”
“Due to species and synthetic nature, the item will be able to control length of fur.”
She poked at her crotch dubiously, yelping in dimwitted surprise as the faux fur along her crotch withdrew into her groin, exposing herself once more. She didn’t think about it too much, instead taking the opportunity to keep stroking at herself.
“Bidder withdrawal. Bidder withdrawal. Bidder withdrawl,” the voice intoned. “Twenty-first bid: Gender [Female]. Twenty-second bid: Personality [Shy].”
“Aah-aahahhh!” Lyn bleated, gasping as her dick withdrew into herself. A metal facsimile of a vagina existed for a matter of seconds, until thick, voluminous wool sprouted from her head to toe, covering her modesty. “St-staahahhp looking at me like tha-aa-aat, Daa-aaddy!”
“Bidder withdrawal. Twenty-third bid: Body [Lovedoll]. Twenty-fourth bid: Personality [Slut].”
Lyn shivered, the wool retracting into her glossy, smooth, latex form. She spread her legs and huffed, arching her back and cupping at her breasts. “L-look at more! Look aah-aaht Lyn more!” The living doll had no idea how she was controlling her sexy wool, but she didn’t care.
“Twenty-fifth bid: Personality [Shy]. Twenty-sixth bid: Personality [Slut]. Twenty-seventh bid: Personality [Shy]. Twenty-eighth bid: Personality: [Giggly]. Twenty-ninth bid: Personality [Slut]. Bidder withdrawal. Thirtieth bid: Intelligence [Lower].”
“A-aaah! Stop looking—look at more! Lyn wants—no!!! Staah-aahp!” Lyn rocked back and forth, her wool growing and receding like an indecisive tide. She writhed beneath the light, positronic brain flipping between loving and hating the attention.
Her artificial thoughts settled on amusement, and she spread her legs once more. “Hehehe! Daa-aahddy, don’t you waa-aahnaah?” A small amount of light dimmed from her eyes, and her thoughts slowed further. She leaned back, and a thin trail of lube trailed from her lips as she imagined what it would be like to suck on a dick.
“Thirty-first bid: Personality [Servile]. Bidder withdrawal. Bidder withdrawal. Thirty-second bid: Face [Ovine].”
“Uhh…” Lyn droned, meekly looking up to the light. Her artificial intelligence was as close to a real brain as was possible—unfortunately, it was also dumb as a rock. Her glazed eyes crossed as she watched her face stretch, her soft synthetic nose broadening, and her fake teeth growing a bit wider still. “Baa-aa-aah…”
“Thirty-third bid: Intelligence [Higher]. Thirty-fourth bid: Intelligence [Lower]. Thirty-fifth bid: Intelligence [Higher]. Thirty-sixth bid: Intelligence [Lower].”
“W-wait!” Lyn gasped, hand flying to her lips. “Lyn ca-ahhahhn think uhhhhhh… Hehehe… Lyn dopey… Lyn—ahhahahh! Smart! Lyn isn’t a dummy, please stah-ahh-ahh-ahhp baahbahahhahh!” Her head lifted and dropped and lifted and dropped, intellect rising and falling, rising and falling.
“Thirty-seventh bid: Intelligence [Higher]. Bidder withdrawal. One bidder remains.”
“Oh!” Lyn gasped, eyelids fluttering. “Maahaahh-ster! Thaa-aank you!”
“Item is to be sold in current condition. Female. Synthetic. Anthropomorphic sheep. Average intelligence. Additional servant programming requested. Payment confirmed.”
Lyn shuddered as knowledge of cooking and cleaning surged into her brain. Her wool subconsciously grew into a frilly apron, giving her a sheeplike version of a maid’s outfit. She looked to a palm curiously, fluffing and unfluffing her hand into a wooly duster.
The tube around herself retracted, and she looked out to an open doorway. Without a moment’s hesitation, she strode confidently towards it. Her hips swayed, and she licked at her plump lips hungrily, eager to live her life as a lovedoll maid.