In Vader - 7 [R2D2 Gynoidification/TG] by Transviscera

Part 1:

Mature Content

In Vader: Star Wars Forced Fem [Sex Doll] - 1 by Transviscera

Part 2:

Mature Content

In Vader: Star Wars Forced Fem [Sex Doll] - 2 by Transviscera

Part 3:

Mature Content

In Vader: Star Wars Forced Fem [Sex Doll] - 3 by Transviscera

Part 4:

Mature Content

In Vader: Star Wars Forced Fem [Sex Doll] - 4 by Transviscera

Part 5:

Mature Content

In Vader: Star Wars Forced Fem [Sex Doll] - 5 by Transviscera

Part 6:
In Vader - Part 6 [humanification]

C3P0 was the only droid R2 knew that was capable of such a nasal whine, which was remarkable considering his lack of a nose. Even with his voice modulated into the whorish moan, the tone was unmistakeable.

"Go on, leave me here! I'll probably end up enslaved to some filthy hutt, serving drinks until he takes me apart for scrap, but it's not as though you care. Oh, the things he will do to me! Have fun with your farmboy while he's using me as a fleshlight!"

Deeper within the sandcrawler, a team of jawas was working at C3P0's outer shell. Their magnetic tongs worked their magnetic fields upon his gilded carapace, bulging it into feminine curves. Two jawas teetered on boxes to pry off portions of the protocol droid's skull, slotting wires and data wafers into his exposed circuitry. Other jawas carried a pair of gleaming metal tentacles closer - rings of golden metal fixed together to form the likeness of twi'lek headtails. These were hoisted and positioned against the open skull, and welded into place.

The magnetic tongs were pressed against his face and, with a shriek of warping metal, his crudely formed face began to be shaped into a sensual pout. Piece by piece, they were turning him into a likeness of a golden twi'lek goddess.

The protocol droid gave a morose wail. "Oh, what does it matter?! I seem to be made to suffer. It's my lot in life. They've already replaced so much of me - soon they'll swap out my circuits and that'll be the end of me."

"Do you know her?" Luke asked.

"I'm afraid so," R2 sighed. "And I can't just leave him here. Is there any chance you can buy him too?"

"I barely had enough credits for you."

"No way of earning money? Oh, right, you're a moisture farmer," R2 sighed. "Hm... What about the sex droid you purchase weeks ago?"

"I'm not selling her. She has... sentimental value," Luke said firmly.

R2-D2 rolled his eyes. "A family heirloom, is she?" he said dryly. "You might not have to sell. Perhaps just... rent? A droid like that has to be skilled at taking a man's cred-stick... in a manner of speaking."