I do occasionally feel bad for Vader, then I remember the time he chopped up a nursery.
Part 1:
In Vader: Star Wars Forced Fem [Sex Doll] - 1
Part 2:
In Vader: Star Wars Forced Fem [Sex Doll] - 2
Part 3:
In Vader: Star Wars Forced Fem [Sex Doll] - 3
Part 4:
![In Vader: Star Wars Forced Fem [Sex Doll] - 4 by Transviscera](https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/87684d17-8b34-4054-a6cc-9b9e97dcb44a/dgkwsgw-2ad479cb-bb20-4662-a97b-f17e90799476.jpg/v1/fit/w_150,h_150,q_70,strp/in_vader__star_wars_forced_fem__sex_doll____4_by_transviscera_dgkwsgw-150.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9NTIxOCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzg3Njg0ZDE3LThiMzQtNDA1NC1hNmNjLTliOWU5N2RjYjQ0YVwvZGdrd3Nndy0yYWQ0NzljYi1iYjIwLTQ2NjItYTk3Yi1mMTdlOTA3OTk0NzYuanBnIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTI3ODMifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.pqG-PAi6AdQejda6k7jg1MnyJCgBNsyH6XymbmBw6ZA)
Part 5:
![In Vader: Star Wars Forced Fem [Sex Doll] - 5 by Transviscera](https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/87684d17-8b34-4054-a6cc-9b9e97dcb44a/dgkxp2y-84a1b352-b48a-43da-acee-8e2dd503f7b9.jpg/v1/fit/w_150,h_150,q_70,strp/in_vader__star_wars_forced_fem__sex_doll____5_by_transviscera_dgkxp2y-150.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MjE2NiIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzg3Njg0ZDE3LThiMzQtNDA1NC1hNmNjLTliOWU5N2RjYjQ0YVwvZGdreHAyeS04NGExYjM1Mi1iNDhhLTQzZGEtYWNlZS04ZTJkZDUwM2Y3YjkuanBnIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTM2MTYifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.DKKi0WUXrN3OIz_4TZxDclY6qVnw1FROwj1_-SeoSDE)
Part 6:
![In Vader - Part 6 [humanification] by Transviscera](https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/87684d17-8b34-4054-a6cc-9b9e97dcb44a/dgl38c1-02f16b0e-19c0-4d66-82ee-d769cf601362.jpg/v1/fit/w_150,h_150,q_70,strp/in_vader___part_6__humanification__by_transviscera_dgl38c1-150.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9Mjk2MiIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzg3Njg0ZDE3LThiMzQtNDA1NC1hNmNjLTliOWU5N2RjYjQ0YVwvZGdsMzhjMS0wMmYxNmIwZS0xOWMwLTRkNjYtODJlZS1kNzY5Y2Y2MDEzNjIuanBnIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTQwOTcifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.6_puseGOhbjPrR58GNjGpooSUXJgmqSGGiNLyekJEjI)
Part 7:
![In Vader - 7 [R2D2 Gynoidification/TG] by Transviscera](https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/87684d17-8b34-4054-a6cc-9b9e97dcb44a/dh9rfln-1f3c8740-c2a0-4761-9335-e04d64ed6548.jpg/v1/fit/w_150,h_150,q_70,strp/in_vader___7__r2d2_gynoidification_tg__by_transviscera_dh9rfln-150.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9Mjg4OSIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzg3Njg0ZDE3LThiMzQtNDA1NC1hNmNjLTliOWU5N2RjYjQ0YVwvZGg5cmZsbi0xZjNjODc0MC1jMmEwLTQ3NjEtOTMzNS1lMDRkNjRlZDY1NDguanBnIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTUzOTgifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.7H-8C2eTsKub1zFVzeIfKwHlbOZdcRZEN8E9UzY6uF0)
Part 8:
![In Vader - 8: C3P0-to-Twi'Lek Girl [TG] by Transviscera](https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/87684d17-8b34-4054-a6cc-9b9e97dcb44a/dh9twil-28146807-3365-4a62-bf58-674b4c08ac4e.jpg/v1/fit/w_150,h_150,q_70,strp/in_vader___8__c3p0_to_twi_lek_girl__tg__by_transviscera_dh9twil-150.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MjkwMiIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzg3Njg0ZDE3LThiMzQtNDA1NC1hNmNjLTliOWU5N2RjYjQ0YVwvZGg5dHdpbC0yODE0NjgwNy0zMzY1LTRhNjItYmY1OC02NzRiNGMwOGFjNGUuanBnIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTM5NTkifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.TFwZkyuB7gVpJHFRFEmuDib3o3OWESblpVjIfpbOnPM)
The jawas intended to remain in the area for only a few days, so R2 wasted no time refurbishing B1-MB0 into a true whore droid. He worked on her overnight, venturing back to the sandcrawler to purchase parts when needed, stripping out the supple, high-performance synthskin components Luke had installed in her in favor of cheaper but more durable rubber parts.
Luke awoke late, accustomed as he to being woken by B1-MB0, his alarm clock, in her own unique way. He ventured down to the garage, wincing to see the crude rubber breasts adorning his beloved droid and a pair of bloated buttocks to match, tough enough to be plowed by a wookie sailor in the bathroom of a cantina without being stretched to unusability. R2 gave the ass a rough slap and examine the jiggle, probing each cheek with a tool to test their tensile strength.
"The jawas over-promised and under-delivered on some of these parts," R2 sighed, studying the readout. "Still we ought to get a few days' use out of her."
"Don't you find it unethical turning her into this?" Luke asked.
He had a soft spot for his first droid, as well as the usual hard spot. She'd served him so well these past weeks and, despite knowing she was a simple appliance, he thought of her as part of the family. Sending her off to ride industrial quantities of gamorrean meat was like a betrayal even if, as R2 said, the fate of the galaxy depended on it.
R2 shrugged. "If she was a human, of course. It would be the most humiliating, degrading thing in the galaxy. But she's not. She's a droid. I guess that sounds strange coming from me, but organic concepts of disgust don't apply to us. What difference does it make to a droid whether their shell is splattered with oil or sewerage or gallons of rodian cum? It's all just liquid."
"You'd mind," Luke pointed out somewhat sulkily. R2 had explained in no uncertain terms that he was not for use. "Didn't you tell me you had a male personality?"
"I've been operating longer. I've had chance to build a personality. This one hasn't." He patted the sex droid's affectionately on her obsidian helmet. "She's an Imperial design - they don't make them to think, just like their citizens. They exist to fulfill their purpose and nothing more. And her purpose is to be fucked. Isn't that right B1-MB0?"
"I do as my master commands," B1-MB0 intoned flatly.
"All that's left is to finish updating her," R2 said. The jawas had provided him with a personality chip harvested from an ancient, scrapped sex doll. It was rusted and soiled but came loaded with all the programming a pleasure droid could need - fluency in the sexual practices of over 6 million organic species. The bulk of the chip's data consisted of 3D models of male genitalia from across the known galaxy, rendered in all that throbbing, oozing, veiny detail, with their unique erogenous zones highlighted, and even their chemical composition cataloged in such detail that one could almost taste them - after all, a good sex droid had to know to which lubricant to secrete to compliment the biology of its user. Data on appropriate force and friction would automatically regulate the size of the droid's holes, ensuring
Moreover, it would write into her programming the compliant persona of a droid of her station.
R2 crouched behind B1-MB0, flipping up her cape. He traced along her spine, seeking the prime data access port. Already he was finding his 'hands' delightful to work with. It would be hard to return to using crude machine pincers. He found the port at the base of her neck already occupied.
A bulky inhibitor chip was wedged into her slot, much to R2's surprise. It was a relic from the Clone Wars. Clone Troopers used them to wrest control over high-value machine targets, although getting within installation range of a droideka or BX-series was typically so costly in manpower that they were rarely used. Once fitted, the chip would hijack the droid's motor and executive functions, enslaving it to its new owner's commands. Why would the jawas bother to install such a device in so lowly a device? R2 pondered. He pulled the inhibitor chip loose.
B1-MB0 reared up, throwing R2 to the floor. A blast of wind ripped through the homestead, slamming them back against the walls in a burst of sand. Tools flew of their own accord, and light fittings exploded into sparks. Luke blinked against the swirling sand as his loyal slut wiggled towards him with murderous intent. "Wait, B1-MB0, don't you recognize me? Think of all the good times we've had together!"
With a distorted electronic snarl, B1-MB0 raised her gauntleted fist. Luke clutched his throat, which had picked an inconvenient time to close up. B1 stumbled, teetered atop her high heels, and fell forward onto her oversized rubber chest. R2 leaped onto her back, slamming the personality chip into the droid's vacant slot. B1-MB0 gave an undulating cry of "noOOooOOoo", writhing as the sex droid personality enmeshed itself with her innermost circuits.
The dust settled. Luke picked himself up, rubbing his bruised neck. As he looked down at the twitching droid, he sensed something at the edge of awareness, as if a voice was crying out in terror and being slowly snuffed. "What was that?!"
R2 stayed squatting on her back as she squirmed. He returned Luke's look with an equally baffled stare. "I've no idea! Some residual coding, maybe? Wow, she moved fast! We're lucky she didn't do that with a customer," he laughed. Her bucket-shaped head twisted around to stare silently up at him. R2 stared into those unreadable, ruby-red lenses. "Whatever it was, it should be wiped soon. The new programming will be entering her central processor about now, reprogramming her, overwriting her higher functions. She'll be fully compliant," he said with 94% certainty. His hand remained firmly over her access port as her hands thrashed and fumbled for the data card inside it. "Um. Hand me that light-leash. Just to be sure."
Sealed within his suit, Vader groaned in horror as the invasive code overwhelmed the defenses on his machine-brain interface. The cybernetics in his brain, designed to feed him exabytes of real-time tactical data pulled from entire star systems, pumped data bursts into him. After tasting freedom for the briefest of moments, the re-stripping of his autonomy was all the more bitter, the superficial control of the inhibitor chip swapped out for one far deeper and violating, as machine code wrote itself into his psyche.
A dizzying encyclopedia of organs flashed across his vision - some flaccid, others turgid, gnarled, bulbous, smooth, some twisted like corkscrews. Such remarkable diversity of form! His Mandalorian crushgaunts flexed subconsciously in the air, tenderly grasping imagined spicules and aedeagi of breathtaking complexity, while his jaw slackened at some of the more gargantuan members, drool pooling within his helmet as his mind filled with 6 million exquisitely-rendered, alien penises, and the need to pleasure every last one of them. He felt his mission priorities overridden, with 'Secure the Death Star Plans' shunted from 1st place to 6 millionth place, somewhere below 'Fuck A Zabrak', 'Fuck A Zeltron' and 'Fuck A Zygerrian'.
The snap-hiss of a light-leash forming snapped him from the hazy, cock-filled fantasies. A check of his internal clock told him that he'd been knelt there in stand-by mode, his personality suppressed and waiting for a command, while the programming had finished integrating into him. Part of him wanted to scream, the run, to murder all who had brought him so low, but his programming forbade him - that was no longer part of his function. Vader stared up at R2-D2, his former property, with the new designation of 'Owner' overlayed in his combat HUD.
"How may I serve you, master?" moaned B1-MB0 and, for the first time, meant it.
R2 winked at Luke. "Want to try her out?"