"Oh, my. That didn't take long."
I hadn't even heard the door open. Mary floated over, surveying us from a safe distance while Alison and a wound-up Meredith peered at us from the doorway.
"You made a mess," said Alison. She grinned. "And dirty girls get punished." Her eyes narrowed.
Just the thought of punishment was enough to get them ready again.
"Ooh, she likes that," said Alison. She paused to give Meredith another crank. "Robot, clean up this girl!"
With come clicks and whirs, Meredith left and returned a moment later with a towel. Gingerly she began to wipe down a beaming Jamie. All of a sudden Jamie was covered in an orange glow, her limbs and boobs reappearing.
"Thanks dear!" She kissed Meredith on the cheek, then pulled her down onto the bed with us. Her body was, as you might imagine, heavy and awkward.
"I was built to serve!" came Meredith's radio voice.
"I wanna look inside," said Jamie. Straddling Meredith, she bent down and started fiddling with her neck and shoulders. "There's supposed to be a catch - ah! Here it is."
There was a click and the sound of something being released. Jamie removed the robot's head and handed it to me. I held it up looking into her flashlight eyes and wondering what it must feel like to be inside a body like that. I wonder if she felt vulnerable. Hell, I don't know if she even felt.
"You look ridiculous," said Meredith. I was startled somehow. Yes, she was a robot, a thing, an object but she was still my friend too. And yet we were supposed to treat her like a thing, because that's how she's wired. But she was still thinking, as Meredith, even if she had to - wanted to? - do everything we asked. I wanted to reply, but of course I still had trouble talking. And I guess it was pretty much true.
Jamie, meanwhile had popped off the front panel of Meredith's torso. Underneath was a complicated system of gears and belts, numbered according to to some system, all of it in gleaming polished brass. She was really a beautiful robot.
"Cool," said Jamie, before closing her up. She turned to me. "You wanna try something fun?"
"Yes."
She took the head from me and screwed it back on its body. She cranked up the key, and Meredith sat up.
"Robot! Drill a hole through her head!" She pointed at me.
"What? But I …"
"Hold still please," said Meredith. One of her hands retracted into her arm. A very wide drill bit appeared in its place. I was frozen, half with fear, but Jamie's goofy grin and Alison's excited look kept me from moving as well.
Meredith brought the drill up and leveled it at my forehead. Before I realized what was happening, she was in.
I hadn't expected it, but the feeling was … like a burning pleasure. I hadn't expected it to feel so… well intense is not the right word. Of course being drilled through the head would be "intense" just in the "painful beyond all belief" sense. But for it to feel… it was like being tickled, penetrated, and scrambled up all at once. And the sound. The whirring of the drill, almost hypnotic in a way, was the only sound I could hear. It filled up everything. My eyes rolled back, and for what felt like a good ten minutes, all I could think of was the sensation of…
Pop. I heard the drill change tones. All the way through. Meredith retracted the bit and then wound down, sitting still.
"So the deal with robots is this - they're not allowed to hurt us in any way, but if you tell them to do something, they have to do it. So with something like that, the magic kicks in and it just feels really good."
I stood up and went to look in the mirror. I really was a sight. Four arms, a cock coming out of my mouth and another between my legs, and now, a hole right through my head. I could see right through it to the back of the room.
Alison spoke up. "Alright, Jennifer. It's hazing time. Get yourself normal again and then I have a special idea for you."
I turned, trying to argue. "Ah phb tsi ruy erf!"
She came forwards, beaming. "You know, it really doesn't matter. I guess you can stay like you are. You look so funny right now."
Teasing me, she stuck a finger into the hole in my head, then yanked on the cock stuck in my mouth. I was starting to recharge, and the sudden attention from her hands set it fully alert. I let out a bit of a moan.
"Oh, something to say, huh?" She teased at it again, licking her lips. Wrapping her hand around it, she drew it closer and closer, pausing with it an inch away. She gave it a single temping lick before her hand surged with red light. It was too late to draw away.
I could feel a sudden collapse, throughout my body. If I hadn't already seen it a number of times, the sensation might have been confusing, but I knew that my physical form was collapsing into a thick liquid, and as I slid apart the strangest and most pleasurable sensation spread through my whole body, every bit of me sliding into every other part at once. It was very intense at first, but as my more sensitive areas dispersed and mixed in with the rest of my body it became a steady, warm, and utterly relaxed bliss. I would have let out a long moan, but no sounds could even be formed. I percieved, passingly, as my eyes and brain flowed throughout the formless remains of my body, the others in the room, but only in the most general sense was I aware of them at all. I could not focus on any one object or spot, but everything came to me, all at once, from all directions.
I tried to move. It was astonishingly easy, as liquified muscles allowed me to pulse across the floor and gather myself in another spot. I flowed over to Alison and collected around her ankles, lapping at her shoes and soaking into her socks. The feeling of mixing in with something - it was difficult to tell at first what I was feeling, but after a few moments of practice and simply thinking about things, I was able to control my formless self very easily, at all times aware of what part of my puddle was feeling what. I slipped out from around Alison's feet, and tried to snake up her leg, but I only made it a couple inches before gravity pulled me down again.
I couldn't hear anyone. I don't know why I was able to see and not hear, but I'm not a scholar on these topics. I did notice Alison turning to send the robot for something--
Hang on. I've just got to say, I wonder about how quick the transition was in my mind for Meredith to be a person to suddenly being an object. But everyone just went with it. I guess part of the card game is how the label quickly fills over the normal circumstances, and that was part of what Meredith had originally described to me before I got involved. If you're given a role in the game you wouldn't normally enjoy, you're still changed at least enough to subscribe fully to that role.
She'd used the example of a previous game where she was turned into a man for a day. Now, she'd never wanted to be a man. In fact, upon first seeing the symbol and recognizing it, her first instinct was revulsion. But then she'd said that once the transformation had taken place, it felt increasingly natural in who she was, and by the end of the game she didn't want to give it up. But once she was her normal self again, she never had any desire to become a man again, only the memory of experiencing it and enjoying it.
All I'm wondering is, my initial reaction to Meredith as a robot was, "What an unlucky choice," but once she'd become one, and the others began to use her as one, I quickly adjusted to think of her as a fancy appliance.
These thoughts became muddled as Jamie's foot raked through my surface. Again, her foot splashed through me, and my thoughts spread chaotically around again, images flashing through everything and sensations coming faster - I began to understand the other appeal of being melted, as me and my consciousness were moved around randomly, a natural order to my thoughts now impossible, and my mental state entirely corresponding to the state of my liquid body. When calm, I could form longer thoughts, but once stirred or splashed, it was quick and unconnected and subconscious thoughts merging together -
Foot! Warm! Cock! Summer! Robots! Beer! Dark! Fingers! Splish! Ahh! Orange! Bliss! Cotton! Mmm! Knees!
The robot had returned with a bucket. It was lowered to the floor, and one of them, Alison probably, pointed to it.
I flowed into it, collecting into a glob.
In the bucket, I splashed around playfully, trying to reach out as high as I could before I was torn apart by the fact that I wasn't a solid. They brought me into the kitchen and I was set down and allowed to rest for a moment.
And just as I was starting to collect and coagulate, Alison appeared over me with a ladle.
At first she just stirred me up a bit. It was a pleasant feeling, like being massaged all over at once, my thoughts and body flowing and swirling around themselves. Maybe I could liken it to being pleasantly drunk. And then a ladle-full of me was spooned out and unceremoniously dumped in a jar. Another spoonful was added. And other.
The experience of being split up was one of the most bizarre sensations all night. I have a number of memories from different perspectives at the very same moment. I was split up into a number of different containers, all of them separate, so the entire experience would be too difficult to describe. But I could summarize by saying this: first I remember as some of me was scooped into the ladle, and once I was in two pieces, the bit in the ladle and the bit in the bucket, I had two distinct experiences. And as the ladle-me was dumped into the jar, the second spoonful taken, I remember again the separate ladle and bucket selves, only to have those two bits of me recombined to remember being taken out of the bucket twice, two different times.
Like I said, Alison spooned me out into a number of different jars and bowls, whatever they had room for really. I was then watching and thinking from a number of different places around the room. But there was still a bit of me left in the original bucket. I wondered, from a lot of different places, what the other containers were thinking, but mostly it was all the same. Except for me in the bucket, who still had almost no idea what was happening, besides being aware that I was being spooned into something. It never occurred to the bucket-me that I was even being split up. My awareness remained whole the entire time.
From the cupboard, the robot got out a pint glass. Alison tipped the bucket up and emptied it into it. She then held up the glass, made a toast, and drank it. I watched, alarmed but unable to stop her.
She grinned, perhaps understanding my confusion. She rubbed her stomach to show she was satisfied.
Of course, the weird part is I also remember being drunk by her. Sliding down her throat and collecting in her stomach. I only know this because eventually we sorted ourselves out, but I didn't get that bit of me back until the next day.
After all of this, I was dumped together again in the bucket, all those distinct selves re-forming and recombining. Once I was back in the bucket, I could fully recollect everything from all the different perspectives. And then there was this red glow. I started to rise up, almost involuntarily, from formless to shape, collecting into myself again. After another moment, I was standing in the kitchen, blinking, naked.
"That was amazing," I said. Alison took a bow.
"It was so… everywhere! And you drank me! It doesn't even matter does it?"
She shook her head. "It's called the fractal self. Every bit of you, when liquified, functions as a whole when it's by itself. But it still retains the properties of the whole. And actually, what's crazy is that any one part could re-form into a whole on its own. So if you want, we can clone you by melting you, splitting you up, and reforming each of them."
"Do it!"
"No, I don't think I want you ganging up on me."
"Oh come on. You're scared."
"I liked you better when you were gagged."
"And I think I like you better … without … a head!"
Zap.
She put her hands on her hips and tapped her foot. Then she reached up to where her head had been, as if checking to make sure it was actually gone. I expected an immediate retaliation, but instead she gave me the thumbs up. I began to lead her by the arm back into the bedroom. I was still naked, and Alison was clothed. A quick vanish changed that. I was getting good at this.