At the end of an eventful day, I’m putting the finishing touches on gathering documents and reports for Olivia’s strategic analysis when a message comes in on chat:

“Alan, here’s the plan. We’re going to the bar on sixth street, the one with the decent food, not the other one over by the bookstore. I’ll leave first to park and pick up Christie. I’m already on my way out, so it won’t look like we’re leaving together.

We’ll be in the booth in the back, I’m sure you’ll find me right away. I tend to stand out in a crowd. ;)”

After wrapping up the last of the day’s loose ends, I make my way back to the car and set the navigation to this bar of hers.

The place is barely occupied, the tired-looking guy at the counter cleaning up from the last of the late lunch shift. It’s still too early for dinner, so it won’t be very busy for at least another hour. Also it’s still happy hour, which is nice.

I quickly locate Olivia in the corner booth, her very distinctive form making her easy to find. As I approach, I see her holding a phone out in front of her - not her usual company-issued phone though. She appears to be talking to someone, balancing the volume of her enthusiastic conversation against trying to not be too loud in the nearly empty bar. Next to her, a rectangular, black plastic box is leaning up against the corner of the booth and the wall, about as tall as the average computer case and as wide and deep as a shoebox.

“Oh hey Allen, good timing! We just sat down. This is Christie.” She turns the phone to face me, and I see the face of an animated avatar on the screen - a cartoon cat girl with overly cutesy features and an impossibly styled neon hairdo waves at me.

“Oh cool! It’s nice to meet you! I’ve already heard a lot about you, and I have to say that I’m glad you’re taking care of Olivia. Lord knows it’s been a while since she had somebody worth a damn filling her up on the regular.”

Olivia responds, only half jokingly though with a smile on her face, “Hey! We just started working together a couple days ago so cool it a little! I will power you off if I have to!”

“Working huh? I heard some things about how well you… work.” She grins, and a pair of cartoon fangs peek out from under her animated lips.

“I always try to exceed expectations Ms. Christie, and I am glad to be of… use.” I smile back at her and a high-pitched giggle comes from the phone as Olivia turns it to face her.

“He’s great! Is he open to taking on any more clients? I have an opening for another patron now, on the third week of every month. My week three guy got married, so he had to give me up. Great guy though, I’m glad he found someone nice.”

As Olivia replies, I feel her foot brush up against my leg, hidden by the table. “He’s mine, although I bet he’d be productive enough for a whole harem of girls like us. You should have seen it last time - I’m still not hungry yet from brunch, and the flavor!”

They continue talking about me at length. Eventually I give a little wave to the pair while they’re discussing my various merits, as Olivia’s leg slides upward. Things start to stir down below, as my newly-enhanced equipment wakes up to Olivia’s stimulation.

“Oh, sorry Alan, I’m probably still recovering a little from our last meal. It’s been a really long time since I didn’t have to rely on a cheap substitute, and the fact that you’re already such a badass coworker is even better.” Now she’s rubbing on my dick directly, her nylon-clad leg slippery against my slacks.

“Anyway, we’re best friends and former roommates, along with business partners, et cetera. We’re very similar in a lot of ways, she’s just got a little different lifestyle.” She points to the case next to her. “When we split up, I bought out the body we used to share for our side hustle.”

Christie chimes in, and Olivia turns the phone to face both of us. “I got to keep our pool of regular clients, and turned our side hustle into my steady job. I ended up not really needing a body at all, which allows me to be very discreet in my work, and to save a ton of money on maintenance.”

“So how’s that work? It’s got to be pretty tough to get around in the world without a body at all.” I try to keep it together as my pants become extremely uncomfortable - Olivia’s managed to discreetly pull off slowly stroking me with her foot without skipping a beat in the conversation.

“Each of my clients pays me for a week or two out of each month. They keep me well fed and the both of us well fucked, and I get to live in VR space and do whatever the hell I want to online when I’m not hanging out with them. Once their time expires, they deliver me to the next guy and the cycle starts over.”

I glance past the phone holding Christie’s avatar and over to Olivia, who winks at me while giving my moderately squished downstairs area a squeeze with her toes.

Christie chimes back in, her avatar now displaying an overexaggerated giant anime sweat drop. “Anyway, enough about me, I want to hear your take on your new situation! Olivia over there was talking like you weren’t here, so now’s your turn to do the same!”

“Well, It’s been a hell of a trip for the past few days. First we get a new manager, and she’s literally the hottest person, natural or augmented I’ve ever seen. Also she was terrifying. At first. Soon after meeting her I caught her getting her meal of the fake stuff in an extremely not-safe-for-work way, so apparently now I’m in on it.”

Christie’s eyes open wide and she replies “Oh wow, so she got caught in the act at work? Man, that’s bold.”

Olivia’s foot ceases its groping act for a moment. “My office is totally isolated and I was starving, so I didn’t have a lot of choice at the time. If he hadn’t popped in at exactly that moment I’d probably still be… well nevermind, in the end I’m glad he caught me.”

“Once I caught her in the act, I must have been thinking with my dick, so one thing leads to another. That night boss lady over there orders me some crazy supplements that made me into a freaking sex monster overnight. Then this morning, I get sucked off by my boss in her office while giving her a presentation.”

“Ooh, kinky! She’s got big boss lady energy for sure. I bet she’d even be willing to step on you, if that turns your crank.”

“Luckily it doesn’t - have you seen her shoes? I’d be skewered like a cocktail olive.”

“That body’s not exactly light either. Luckily though she’s also really strong. You know, cyborg body and all. Back in the day we could go all night and not even get winded. Our partners, not so much…”

“Ok, enough about me and who I may or may not step on. Let’s order some drinks! I haven’t seen you in a really long time, and I think I’m long overdue for a little bit of celebration.” Olivia hits a glowing square set into the transparent tabletop, and menus appear in front of each of us as the table’s display blips on.

“Hey Christie, do you want to share a drink? We’re both such lightweights, so half my drink would go to waste anyway. I’ll even let you pick - no foofy candy drinks though.”

“Oh, thanks! How about a blue motorcycle? That one always does the trick, and tastes pretty good.”

“Sounds good to me!” Olivia swipes through the drinks menu until she finds it, and taps the order in.

“Do either of you mind if I get some food? With this new metabolism I’m literally always hungry.”

“Go for it, after all, you’re a growing boy.” Olivia grins and ponders out loud, “Speaking of growing, you had such a strong reaction to the Andro-X after one dose, I wonder what it’ll be like after a few weeks?

Within a few minutes the server brings out the orders, and as she rounds the bend and sees Olivia sitting across from me in the booth. I notice a momentary flash of some combination of envy, lust, and surprise at her ridiculous form.

As she approaches, that look is replaced with a fake smile and a cheery greeting. “Here you go, enjoy!”

“Thanks!” I reply as she quickly whips around and walks away brisky back to the kitchen.

Olivia props Christie’s phone against the napkin holder so she can see both of us, lifts her drink, and says “To think, I used to be able to put away a fair few adult drinks with no problem. Now a couple sips puts me over a barrel. Of course, I lost about a hundred pounds getting converted into this, so there’s not much of me left to soak it up.”

“Makes you a cheap date though, so I’m not gonna complain. So, how does that work anyway? I’m still kinda confused on how your whole setup really works. You know, under the hood.”

Olivia takes a tiny sip. “So, You’ve pretty much seen it all. Christie and I are just the best parts, the brain and pussy, inside a cybernetic casing. Obviously there’s a lot of life support stuff crammed in there too, boring science stuff I only worry about when it’s maintenance time. I have this incredibly hot cyborg body, Christie has her… box.”

“Hey, it’s comfy in here! And I’m also a phone too!”

“So as part of our Ona-model kit, in place of a uterus we each got a bioengineered stomachy-organ thing, that absorbs what we ‘harvest’ from our clients. That’s how I can live off of your cum, especially now that yours is extra nutritious.”

“Oh, so you’re basically like a succubus. That’s actually really interesting. Just less of the sneaking into guy’s rooms at night and stealing their souls or whatever.”

“If you wanted me to, I bet I could sneak into your room - if that’s your thing.”

“I think I’d rather invite you in the old fashioned way. Less chance of you falling off a ladder in the dark.”

“Anyway, there’s a connection port between my bio parts and my body’s stomach bits, so I can still eat and drink a little, and if I swallow a load it’ll eventually get where it needs to go. It’s a lot more fun to get it delivered direct to the source though.”

Christie chimes in “I second that! I always get it straight from the tap. Not much choice though, unless I pick up a new body. I’m happy like this though.”

After only a few sips of her drink, Christie’s looking much more relaxed and loose. After quickly polishing off my food, my beer catches up with me quickly, and I think I’m deflated enough downstairs to not cause a scene on my way to the bathroom. “I’ll be right back, gotta see a man about a horse.”

“Ok, have fun! Tell the horse I said hi!” Christie seems to maintain the same level of cheekiness all the time.

I do my business, still a little surprised by the recent gains down below from those supplements.

I head back, and as I round the corner to our booth, something seems a little off. The box that was leaning against the wall is now under the table, sitting on the floor by Olivia’s legs. I take a seat, and Olivia seems slightly different. Her normally stern resting expression is replaced by her looking very happy, almost giddy. Maybe the drink is really kicking in?

“Do I seem different, Mr. Allen? She’s staring me down like a cat that’s about to catch a mouse.

“Christie? How did you…?”

Her expression changes to a surprised exasperation. “Dang it! I thought I’d make it longer before you figured it out!”

The phone on the table says, in Olivia’s now-slightly-tinny voice, “I told you, he’d see right through your crappy disguise.”

“Disguise? It’s your actual body! He’s too good!”

I look her over, her posture and movements still betraying the body’s new pilot. “So the two of you swapped around while I was gone? That’s pretty bold out here.”

“This booth does a good job of hiding us, and we did it under the table. Only took a few seconds. Christie wanted to try out my body again, for old time’s sake.”

“I also really wanted a drink. It’s been a long time since I indulged. Well, indulged like this.” She moves the straw out of the way and takes a huge swig of their drink, then looks down at the now mostly empty glass. She says to herself under her breath, “Shit, that was really strong.”

Christie sets the glass down slowly and carefully, she’s clearly not used to occupying a body anymore. A moment later she grabs the phone, hits a button, and flips it face down on the table as she whispers to me, “Hey Al, look down. Under the table.” There’s a slight scraping sound under the table as Christie slides the box over to my side with her foot.

I do as she says, and see the case formerly holding Christie, sitting upright against my booth seat. The lid is flipped up 90 degrees, concealing the contents from the rest of the restaurant but giving me an unobstructed view of Olivia, her pussy fully on display to me as she sits upside-down in the crate.

“She’s totally helpless right now…”

I gently close the lid on the case. “Christie, I’m not gonna mess with her while she’s disconnected, unless she says it’s Ok. Also not in a restaurant.”

“You’re a good guy Allen, I..  might have been testing you a bit. Sorry, I probably should switch us back before I insert my foot any farther into my mouth.” She looks down at herself.” I definitely forgot how much work it is having a body. Like you have to balance all the time, and walk around with these things in front bouncing around, and all these spindly arms and legs, it feels kinda weird…”

She slides the box back toward herself. “It’s a good thing she didn’t wear panties, made this even faster. One sec.” She closes her eyes as she reaches down under the table and under her temporary body’s skirt, her huge breasts squishing out against the tabletop as she leans over. Somewhere within her torso, I hear a slight popping sound as her hips open up to allow Christie to exit. She reaches around under the table, and with a slight hop, squirm, and a slouch downward she’s managed to eject herself and quickly switch Olivia back in.

For a moment her body goes limp, her tits trying to prop her up against the table as her body leans forward. With a slight twitch, Olivia’s reconnected and sits back up.

“Well, that was a fun distraction. It’s really peaceful in there too; I can see the appeal.”

“Probably a little more difficult at work though, I think you get much more of an advantage in the business world using that fantastic body versus living in a featureless plastic box.”

“True, I tend to use these assets,” She gives each of her breasts a little squeeze, one in each hand, “to my advantage.”

“They are definitely a considerable advantage Ms. Olivia.”

“Yeah, unless I’m bra shopping. I have to custom order every one of these, and they are expensive. On top of that, the tailoring for my work clothes is ridiculous!”

Christie chips in, “Well yeah, when we ordered up this body of course you had to turn the tits slider all the way up and the waist all the way down. Took me a week to figure out how to walk right with those things bouncing around.”

Olivia glances over to the drink. “Christie, what the heck! You do know that drink is literally all alcohol, right?”

“Um, sorry… I got carried away a little. I haven’t had a drink in a few years, and I haven’t had to steer a body around so I sorta overdid it. I think I switched back before it really had time to transfer into me, so… Sorry, I might have just signed you up to party way harder than you might have planned.”

Olivia looks down and wiggles a little, sending her assets into a wave of motion that follows slightly out of phase with her movements. “Ooh, I feel sloshy. I’m gonna be totally wasted, and probably very soon.”

Christie looks off to the side, tapping on something floating off camera in her virtual space. “Looks like my ride will be here soon, so it’s probably a good time to split. Hopefully you’ll be back before that booze really kicks in, again I’m sorry I got carried away.”

“It’s alright Cri-cri, I’ve got a big strong guy to make sure I get home safe.” She’s already looking affected by the drink, much looser and more happy.

From the entrance, a man in a suit jacket, wearing a helmet-like visor that covers the entire top half of his face, looks down into his phone and around the restaurant. He wanders over to our booth, looking slightly confused until a moment of recognition crosses his face.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for a black box and my app is pointing me to your table.”

“Oh hey, Christie’s right here. We’re her friends.” She lifts up the crate and sets her on the table, then holds out the phone with Christie’s avatar on it.

“Oh, sorry - I usually pick her up from number three.”

Christie’s avatar changes into another kind of animated character, now a demon with dark blue skin and horns. “Yeah, we tweaked my schedule a bit, so I could meet up with my friends before we got back together. Anyway, my tab’s all paid up so I’m ready to go whenever you are.”

“Oh, cool. My car is right outside. Thanks for taking care of Christie for me, it’s nice to meet the both of you.” Olivia hands the phone over to the man, and he carefully takes the crate from the table, gently rotating it to a horizontal position and popping the carrying handle up. The two of them walk out of the restaurant, already caught up in conversation as they exit.

“Ok, we need to get out of here. I’m already getting blasted by that drink. Friggin Christie! She’s always forcing me to have a good time! She smiles and scoots out of the booth, already a little unsteady on her feet. “So my car’s pretty fancy and can get itself to my house on its own. Could you drive me home? I wanna make sure I get back in one piece. Which is funny, because I come apart.”

“Sure thing Olivia, I’ll take you home.” I walk with her to my car, and by about the halfway point we’re holding hands - half to keep her steady and half because it feels nice. I help her into my car, and she types her address in the nav unit.

Olivia sits in the car silently for a minute or so, looking out the window as the city passes her by. After a slightly awkward silence she turns to me. “Thanks again Allen, you have been so good to me so far. I know I gotta keep the mean boss lady thing up when I’m at work, but I feel bad every time I have to do it.”

“I know it’s all a game, so it’s not really a problem. I’m more than glad to act the part of the harried office underling. If I walk quickly through the office holding some paper everyone assumes that you sent me on some mission.”

“That’s awesome! I bet if you had a clipboard too you could do anything!”

“It’s actually kinda nice. I don’t really get interrupted anymore, and I get to hang out with the office gang and talk you up whenever I want. It’s a pretty great arrangement.”

“That’s a relief. I‘ve had to change jobs more than a few times - usually once someone finds out about my… setup they either try to take advantage of it, think they have a shot at hooking up with me, or just fire me. Luckily this place has been willing to move me around to keep me under wraps, and I do good work, so it’s a pretty decent deal.”

 “I’m glad you’re here, both for your ability to get stuff fixed at work, and, I… I’m glad I’m able to  help you out.”

She looks over at me, with that head-tlited-downward-but-looking-up-at-me look that instantly makes a woman look insanely sexy. “Oh, help me out with what, exactly? My dry cleaning? Or maybe something” She runs a finger along my thigh, and snakes it up toward my crotch “Else?”

My turbocharged equipment begins to spring into action, and I shift in my seat to try to get some extra room as the pressure rises. “I think you’re the hottest person I’ve ever seen, and I don’t know if it’s the supplements or just your.. everything, but I can barely resist the urge to fuck you every single second I see you.“

“Oooh, I like that. It’s a shame my house is so close or I’d be providing you with some much needed road head, but I’ll settle for leaving you pent up for a few more minutes. Good things come to those who wait, after all.”

I drive faster. We arrive at her place, a single story row house that’s been upgraded over the years until it looks like a nearly featureless slab of white and gray. I park in front and walk around to her door, opening it for her.

She exits the car unsteadily, and I help steady her. “How rare! You are a true gentleman.”

“Chivalry isn't fully dead yet, milady.”

“Indeed.”

We walk up to her front stoop, and I stop at her door. She turns to face me. “So, would you like to come inside and have a drink?” She waves her hand vaguely over the door and it unlocks. “By come inside I mean inside me, and after I’m done with you, you’ll need to have a drink to recover!”

“I think you might be slightly under the influence, Ms. Olivia. I’ll come inside but you need to chill out a little.”

“Come inside! Ha ha! Was that innuendo?”

“No.”

“Oh. Missed opportunity.”

She walks through the door, and I follow behind. I notice the overall vibe of her place, a sparsely decorated and sparsely outfitted factory-produced condo. Her living room contains a couch facing a blank wall, with a VR system’s interface cable snaking along the floor.

As we pass by her kitchen, it only seems to contain bottles of her synthetic nutrition stuff stacked up on the counter and a filling kit for her feeding system laying nearby. At the end of the hall, we make it to her bedroom. It consists of a barely used bed with a fitted sheet and no blankets, and some strange looking high-tech chair thing.

“Here’s my bedroom - it’s not much, but it’s perfect for what I need. Speaking of needs, are you sure you don’t need someone to relieve your… stress?”

“Maybe tomorrow Olivia, Right now I think we need to get you separated from that booze in your stomach - otherwise tomorrow’s gonna be awful for you. Is that weird chair your maintenance unit?”

“Oh yeah, that’s what takes care of my body.” She points vaguely at it, which resembles something halfway between a recliner and some kind of high-tech automated medical unit.

“If you plug into that thing, will it clean the drink out of your system?”

She takes on a shy expression. “Well, yeah, but I have to disconnect myself from my body for that to work. So I’ll be totally helpless when I’m getting charged up and cleaned out.”

“Would you like me to stay here and make sure you’re OK?”

“That’s really nice. I’m usually fine on my own but I think I’d really like that. Once I connect, I’ll just be my phone and my, you know.” She leans in to whisper to me. “I’ll be pretty much helpless, so if you need to take care of yourself later tonight, I won’t mind.”

“I think I’ll just stick to cuddling tonight. Let’s think about what we might want to do in the morning when you’re sober.”

Olivia wraps me up in an unexpected hug, nearly crushing me between her cybernetically-enhanced arms and her head-sized but gravity-defying bust. “You’re way nicer than I deserve, Alan. I have to be such a bitch to you at work, just so people don’t think I’m taking advantage of you. It’s such a pain in the ass.”

“Olivia, you’re perfect and you deserve everything you have and more. I’m totally living the dream right now. Except I think you’re crushing me to death. You’re squeezing me way too hard.”

“Oh, sorry!” She releases me from the hug, and walks over to a nearby cabinet, retrieving a pile of blankets, quickly making the bed and setting her phone on the nightstand.

She closes her eyes for a moment and her voice moves over to the phone. “Ok, I’m gonna disconnect myself. You’ll have to grab me from the holder thing on the side of the chair and bring me to bed. While I get unplugged, the bathroom is past that door - there’s a new guest toothbrush by the sink. Also, there’s a bottle of your supplement pills in the drawer if you want to keep on schedule. They’re a little older but they should still be good.”

“Oh cool, thanks!” I head to the bathroom and prepare for sleep. By the time I’m done, Olivia’s body is splayed out in the chair, wearing nothing, and powered off. Her head is propped up between two pads at the top, her arms sit in the scalloped armrests, and her legs are locked into a pair of padded stirrups that lift and spread her legs apart.

A maintenance arm snakes into the space between her legs, resembling a large robotic tentacle crammed into the space where Olivia’s biological parts would normally reside. Olivia’s organic parts sit in a form-fitted and padded tray off to the side of her body.

Seeing her nude form, even while deactivated and hooked up to a machine, is absolutely stunning. Her chest doesn’t really need a bra, the artificial breasts’ inhuman perkiness even more obvious now. Her waist and hips approach a cartoonish proportion, and even though her outfits leave little to the imagination, it’s very different to see her exposed.

“So, like what you see?” Olivia startles me a little, her voice coming from behind me on the nightstand.

“You are absolutely stunning. Both your cyborg body and your core are beautiful, but for very different reasons.”

“Thanks Alan, that’s really sweet. Thanks for all this - I really appreciate it.”

“I’m glad to be here Olivia. After all, how could I pass up the opportunity to sleep with my hot boss a few days after meeting her? Anyways, I’m totally exhausted - would you like me to bring you to bed?”

“Yes please, just be careful of my air intake when I’m in the blankets.” I look over to her ona-body unit and see the warning-labeled ports near the top.

“I see, thanks for the head’s up.” I pick her up carefully, taking her tiny form to bed with me and laying her down. I turn her phone to be able to see us, and snuggle up to her as best as I can. With my arms wrapped around her, we both quickly fall asleep.