Travis searched on the App Store for that new app a few in the TG
community talked about. It’s basically firmware update, but now done on a
phone. He downloaded the free trial version which gave him one single
update. “Good enough for a try, but which ‘firmware’ to be ‘updated’
like they always say,” he scrolled the reviews as the app installed on
his phone.
“Listen who’s calling back – that chap wanting to
rid my ‘bullshit’ and nasty stuff,” Sean mused on his side of the
cellphone. “Realized how telling people to ‘fuck off’ is nasty
yourself?”
“Nah, listen, we need to reconcile, and I have got
something for you, you know, to recompense. Come to my place at 8
tomorrow night…” Travis had something for him in mind, and it involved
things even worse than just “bullshit”.
Just as Sean stepped in
front of the door, some loud buzz dazed and immobilized him like a fly
dropping down from mid-air. Stiff and unfeeling, his body was when
Travis opened the door, the wood panel bouncing on him. The only
“sensory input”, or something stimulating in the fainted black his mind
was in, was: “Initializing… Target status: Motor functions and
consciousness deactivated. Body torpid. Confirm update?”
Travis
lugged Sean’s body inside, sliding on the floor without being lifted.
Sean budged with the drag around the place, but “without” the pain as
Travis would like to see. His body ended up on the bench, too numb to
protest or anything, and every garment stripped bare except the grey
boxers. The body stiffened and didn’t move one tenth of an inch - All
good for Travis, who wouldn’t want to see Sean’s bare chest struggling
and him yelling at how the update could “disfigure” him. All good.
“Confirm Update? Yes…”
“Installing firmware update: Step One:
Body proportions…” The first thing to morph was this, as the skeleton
under his muscle crashed in on many places, the muscles stuck on it
following, so the whole body was now closer to Travis wanted than what
it was a few moments ago. Like a sexy bum should be, even though the
skin stayed coarse and muscles bulky – the shoulders and belly were
wrapped tightly, as if with a thick blanket. Not much else Travis could
notice clearly?
“Installing firmware update: Step Two: Body
texture…” Clearly it meant the muscles withering away, especially on the
limbs, ending up with puffy fat under the skin everywhere. The contours
of the body looked much better then – slimmer and slimmer until only
curves remained on the intersex hulk of a body. 2 steps in, and a long
way had been gone by the body in becoming something Travis dreamed of,
something straight out of his ideals. A stout woman, with all the
sexiness it could have. And it was just starting…
“Installing
firmware update: Step Three: Skin…” Now it was the skin, but a lot of
aesthetic changes were in place. It looked like only the body hair
pulled in and the pores closed up. The curves were even more perfect
with the new skin, complete refined. At least the lightly tanned tone
was still there, better fitting his new identity – who was it then?
Travis speculated without saying it aloud.
“Installing firmware
update: Step Four: Upper body features…” What was that, a feature? What a
feature! A pair of full F-cups getting ready for lactate, pumped up and
filled with sweet milk, from almost nothing after the chest hair
cleaned itself almost magically. They were perfectly shaped and rounded,
with a little pair of pinkish nipples touching on the mounds. Big
enough for Travis, who thought of ways of rubbing his face on the bunch
and plugging the buds for, maybe for a few moans.
“Installing
firmware update: Step Five: Lower body features...” Finally, the best
and the deeply wanted part. The member, rather gorgeous for gay people
as it was, retracted inside the groin like a tortoise’s head, leaving no
trace of itself. The foreskin moistened as it stretched out and pulled
around the growing slit, wet enough for a few rounds of inserting his
own member as Travis imagined. The useless balls now dissolved around
the sign of her new sex, leaving the light pubic hair behind. If only
she had been conscious and moaned a bit…
“Installing firmware
update: Step Six: Hair...” The brief, curly hair ironed itself into a
mix of golden and glossy black, streaming behind and below the sofa’s
leather. It was just some quick kind of change to signify her new self?
Unkempt, but maybe she would find a mirror and comb it when she was back
awake. Travis would just let her do that.
“Installing firmware
update: Step Seven: Face…” Awkwardly, every organ and mark on her face,
with all the deep contours of her old self, were wiped away until it was
blank as a smooth egg. In the place of hawkish and deep eyes and steep,
iron lips, only soft and congealed skin were left to cover what she
would never need. She would never need those anymore, to save Travis the
troubles of gagging and blindfolding her. Who cared about her eating
and drinking? The “update” would take care of it. But Travis got what
was needed, a lovely shape of her chins and a mildly peaked nose around
light, smooth ridges.
“Installing firmware update: Step Eight:
Voice… Error: Lips not detected…” Even so, the Adam’s apple rolled
inside the throat, leaving only straightness there. No more voices of
struggle for her – those would only dampen Travis’s fun.
“Installing
firmware update: Step Nine: Personality and Mannerisms…” The body was
just a body, without. Travis hoped this body would have a docile mind on
his whim, and most likely, after all those transformations she would be
a subjugated sex slave of his. He couldn’t stop thinking of all those
“dresses and outfit” he would provide to her, just to reveal her
“natural” sexiness. Or all the ways she would be restrained or sprayed
on. Being without a mouth meant no blowjobs, but Travis had much better
ways to pleasure himself in mind… She hadn’t regained her mind though,
and it would be a while before that…
“Installing firmware update:
Step Ten: Memories… Installing firmware update: Step Eleven: Clothing
and Accessories… Abort? Yes…” Travis had something else in mind other
than what would be assigned. A white lingerie to fit her new
bleeding-inducing cleavage and thighs, and maybe cuffs to show who she
belonged. They were ready on the lap!
“Enabling consciousness and
moto functions… Update complete.” she was still there, almost
motionless – almost, because her head rolled to the other side. No
struggles – perfect. Travis had exacted Sean’s identity from who used to
be him, as a punishment for being full of “bullshit” and “nasty”. He
gained this perfected goddess of a sex slave as a by-product and his own
reward – now what? The girl slowly left the pouch, crawling to the lap
with some extrasensory consciousness of her covering’s place, and
lightly “dressed” herself as Travis wished. Seeing without eyes? Knowing
his and her place, she bowed in front of the new master, evermore…
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