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Mature for several reasons

Only shown as a vague arch because is was secondary for now but the machine creates a reality bubble where reality can be altered (An offshoot of warp drive tech) but it has been turned to erasing people

People changed by arch their history and former place in reality fade away being replaced by the new one.

She is also being reprogrammed slightly by WiFi in addition to his-her reality being edited.

On the left are the former male-human's memories as they are edited, along with the WiFi uploading of certain parts of her update.

On the right is either the operator or the manager telling the new sextoy it's new reality and legal status.

Some stories here on DA that inspired me are:

Home automation 2Veronica blinked and looked around confused. Was she in Hellen’s bedroom? She had not been here a second ago, had she? No, she had been in the living room she was sure of it. Then she remembered. She and Hellen had used the NanoAuto nanites to make her into Hellen's personal drone for the weekend. The last thing she could remember before suddenly standing in Hellen’s bedroom was telling her to use her however she wanted. So since that was the last thing she could remember Hellen must have changed her mind in some way. But she did not feel any different, except for that strange feeling of focus the original change had brought with it. Other than that she felt like she was good old Veronica. And that was as far as her internal checklist got before she heard a monotone voice in her mind. “Modified Veronica emulation loaded and running. Accessing shared memory.” And suddenly the memories of the last two days flooded her mind. She remembered them as if everything had happened to her, but at the same time not. She remembered thinking differently. She had been someone else. A couple of different someones actually. “Are you all right Vee? You are Vee right?” Veronica shook her head trying to get everything to fall into place before answering. “Yes, Yes I am all right. And yes I am Veronica, at least mostly I think. The memories of the last few days just got dumped into my brain. It was a bit of a rush.” Helen grinned at her. “You did tell me you were mine to use. ” “I did. And I am not complaining. I loved every minute of being your plaything.” Helen relaxed a bit more after hearing her say that. “I’m glad you enjoyed it as much as I did.” Veronica looked down. She was naked and back to normal. Or mostly back to normal anyway. There were a few ‘small’ differences. Such as the fact that her nipples were missing. And after a quick check, she knew that she was still smooth as a Barbie between her thighs. But other than that she looked perfectly human. “Um, since I’m back to being myself I thought it was Monday morning. But I thought we agreed that you would restore me so I could go to work.” She hefted one of her nippleless breasts as if to show it to Hellen. “This is interesting, but not what I used to be.” “No, it isn’t. And yes, that was the plan we agreed on.. But you see, I tried to order a new batch of nanites so we could do this again next weekend. But they were out of stock on the website and they aren’t expected for a couple of months. I didn’t want to wait that long to have my personal drone back. So I decided I’d keep you. You can still go to work like this. No one will know. Veronica gives her a crooked grin. “Unless they see me with my shirt off or notice that I will not go to the bathroom all day you mean? You could have made me completely human and just not deactivated the nanites.” Hellen smiles just a tad evil. “I could’ve yes. But I thought I’d leave you with a reminder of what you really are. But I could still change you back. It would be months before you could be a drone again though.” “Pff, as if I would forget.” She thought about her options for a moment. “And you were right not to change me back. I really loved being a drone. Even if going to work and living my old life I know I am just a thing programmed to think it is Veronica and that any one that knows could use me for what ever. I would not want to lose that and have to wait for months to do it again.” “I’m glad you agree. But enough small talk. Be a good drone and get yourself dressed or you might be late for work.” As Hellen called her drone and gave her a task to perform Veronica felt something pushing at her mind to follow her instructions. It appeared she still had control of her. She was supposed to be just Veronica, that is what they had agreed on. But she truly did not mind. Quite the contrary. So instead of complaining, she answered, “Yes, Owner.” And did what she was told. The trip to work was just as tedious as it always was. Sitting on the train she usually just zoned out, apart from the one time she needed to change trains. But with her new drone mind, it apparently worked a little differently. She had just sat down on her first train and just barely started to relax when suddenly was standing outside the door to the office. It was as if no time at all had passed. Thinking back she found she remembered the entire train ride and walk. But it was all sort of flat or colourless. There was no emotional connection to it at all. As if her personality had been put to sleep like a computer would hibernate to save power and the underlying drones operating system took over. An analogy she realised probably was pretty close to the truth. She shrugged it off and opened the door and went inside and headed for her cubicle. On the way she stopped and chatted to her friends like she normally would. She did pass on the offered coffee though. Saying she did not have the stomach for it this morning. Which was kind of true. After all, underneath the facade of everyday Veronica, there was just a synthetic drone. And drones don't have stomachs at all. After her usual morning ritual, she sat down at her computer and started working. And after getting stuck in she was surprised at how easy it all was. She focused on the task so much better than usual. And to her surprise, she got through about the same amount of work in the first two hours as she normally would in the better part of a day. She only looked up from her screen to speak to people popping into her workspace. Or like now, when her phone beeped with a message from Hellen. “Hey, how's work?” “Good. Better than before actually. I’m just so focused like this.” “You think so? I can fix that. Drone you need to O. Txt later. HF” As soon as Veronica read the words ‘drone you need to O”, she felt a heat rise inside her out of nowhere. She was suddenly incredibly horny. If she had been standing her knees might have buckled from the force of it and she felt an almost over whelming urge to fuck herself right then and there at her desk. Through gritted teeth she growled to herself. “Fuck Hellen, what did you do?” She decided to head for a bathroom before she did something she would rather not do in front of everyone in the office. Well, at least not while looking like Veronica a small part of her added. Once safe from prying eyes inside the bathroom she locked the door and set her mind to get her dress out of the way. She ended up simply pulling it over her head and threw it aside. When she got dressed she had realised she did not really need to bother with underwear. The clothes she was wearing were just to keep up the illusion she was human anyway. And with her now sexless drone body, they did not serve much of a purpose anyway. Smooth and featureless as her body was, it was still just as sensitive in the usual places. So once she had freed herself of her dress she sank to her knees. One hand kneading her breast and the other rubbing at the smooth sexless expanse between her legs. She tried to keep quiet, and she almost managed… After a few minutes of trying her best to fuck herself without her normal bits, she peaked and a wonderful orgasm swept through her body. Leaving her in a twitching heap on the floor, in that good silly grin inducing kind of way. After about a minute or a few hours, she wasn’t sure which, she got back to her senses. She got up off the floor expecting to have left some kind of a mess. But was surprised to find that both she and the bathroom floor were clean and dry. She was not even sweaty from the exertion. “Right drones don’t do any of that.” She said to herself. She looks into the mirror above the sink. Admiring her appearance. No one would know she had masturbated furiously a minute ago apart for maybe a few hairs in the wrong place. And even that just made it look stylishly ruffled. She looked so good she decided she should not keep it to herself. She found her phone and took a few sexy mirror selfies which she sent to Hellen. What she was now she had made from the original Veronica, so she thought she had the right to see. And feeling extra naughty she decided to post them to a drone subreddit she liked before getting back to work. The next few hours of work went smoothly. Apart from a few more texts from Hellen expressing her appreciation of the lovely ‘product photos’ she had sent and offering to tell her to do something else. And Veronica begged her not to, so no one would figure out what she was. And she did think she had managed to impersonate her old self well enough that no one had noticed anything odd. That is until just after lunch. When she heard a voice from behind. “Hey there, Drone.” Veronica froze. Her first thought was that Hellen had decided to stop by. But it was not Hellen’s voice. No, that was her supervisor Jennifer’s voice. And after a few seconds of Veronica not answering she spoke again. “No point denying it Vee. I know what you are.” Veronica turned around in her chair. “I am sorry. Were you talking to me, Jenn?” “I was. And I saw the pictures you took in the bathroom.” Veronica tried to fake ignorance. “I have no idea what you are talking about.” “Ok, prove it. Say ‘I’m not a drone’.” “I am not a drone.” But Jennifer shakes her head. “No. Not ‘I am’. I’m, with the contraction.” Veronica tries again, but for some reason, she can’t. “I am… I am…” Jennifer grins triumphantly at her. But lowers her voice when one of their coworkers starts to get close. “I knew it was you. Come. Let’s go to my office.” She walked off and obviously expected Veronica to follow. And seeing no other dignified way out, she did. When they got there Jennifer waited for her to go in first then closed the door behind them. She motioned Veronica to a visitor's chair before sitting down behind her desk. “I bet you are racking your brain trying to figure out the contraction thing. Apparently one of the scientists that perfected the drone conversion nanites was a big Star Trek fan. And one day they decided they needed an easy way to spot a drone that looked human. So now every drone speaks like Data.” Veronica cursed to herself. “I knew that. Can’t believe I forgot.” “I guess not everything copied over, hum? When were you converted?.” “Friday night.” Jennifer raises an eyebrow in surprise. “So it is new then. Who is your owner?” “My flatmate, Hellen. I, um, let her use me as her personal drone all weekend. She was supposed to turn me back this morning before I went to work but she did not.” Jennifer suddenly looked angry and asked in a much sterner voice. “Did she do that against your will? Do you want to be human right now? Veronica is taken aback by the sudden intensity in Jennifer’s voice and leans back a little in her chair and blurts out. “No! It was not what we originally agreed upon sure. But she could not get any new nanites. They are out of stock for possibly months. So, she said she decided to keep me. She asked if I was ok with it and I enjoyed being her drone so much that I liked the idea of staying this way. Jennifer seems to relax again. “I see. I’m sorry. For a second there I thought you might have been kept as a drone against your will. I… it's a sore spot for me.” “So… Am I in trouble? For coming in to work as a drone? We honestly did not think anyone would mind or even notice.” “No, the company doesn't mind that. You are however in trouble for taking nude pictures in the company bathroom.” “What!?” Veronika squeaked out. “I did not know there was a policy against that.” Jennifer looked sternly at her again. “There is. It is one of the reasons we have such distinctive art on the wall there. It helps to prove where it was taken.” Veronica tried to meld and sink into her chair. “I did not know that!” Jennifer makes a show of thinking it over before she speaks again. “I guess we can let you off with a warning this time. I mean, after all, you didn’t actually show anything. More like the lack of things really'' And that is when she could not hold the grin back anymore. “Haha, I’m sorry. I couldn't help myself. No, you are not in trouble at all. And you have told me everything I wanted to know. Except for Hellen’s phone number. Veronica has a little trouble staying with the ups and downs of the conversation. “Hellen’s number? Why? What does she have to do with this?” “Because she owns you. And I want to speak to her about renting her drone.” “Renting her... You mean me? You want to rent me? Why?” “Because drones are better workers than people. I bet you got way more done today than you usually do, didn’t you?” “Yes, I guess. But why do you need to talk to Hellen about it? I am right here, can you just talk to me?” “Why would I talk to you about it? You are just a drone. Drones don't make deals or decide on their use. They are just things. Property. If you want to borrow someone's car you dont speak to the car about it do you?” Said it so matter of factly. And that was when Veronica realised that in Jennifer’s eyes she truly weren't a person at all. And it was utterly dehumanising. And Veronica surprised herself how much she liked how it made her feel. It was the first time someone besides Hellen had treated her as something less than human. And she must have given something away in her expression because Jennifer’s smile grew a little wider. “What, you thought that just because you came into work wearing your old face you would be treated as a person? Well, to be fair I suppose most people would. But not me. I own my own drone and have been one myself. So I know that right now you are not Veronica, you are just a thing made from Veronica.” Still processing the fact all Veronica could get out was an. “Oh.” “Indeed. So be a good drone and give me your owner’s number.” Being referred to as good drone and given a task got Veronicas mind back on track. She grabbed a pad of paper and pen from Jenifers desk and writes down Hellen’s number and hands it over. “Thank you. Now just stay there and wait while I iron out a deal with your owner." Veronica sat quietly with her mind racing. Watching her boss call up her owner to negotiate a deal for using her. Jennifer had spun her chair around so she had her back to Veronica and she could not really make out what she was saying. But after just a few minutes she turned back around and handed her the phone. "Here, your owner wants to speak to you." Veronica took the phone and could hear a slightly anxious Hellen on the other end. "Hey Vee, you there?" "I am here." "Ok, so I have worked out a deal with Jennifer. She will rent you from me in the name of the company. She will have full control over you during business hours and you are in the building. And in return I will get paid twice your normal pay in renting fees.. Are you ok with all that? I know this is not what you signed up for." "Wow, that is quite the pay bump. I am surprised they would pay you that much." "It is not really all that surprising. To employ a person costs more than you think. There are a lot of hidden fees associated with that like insurance and stuff. You on the other hand are just office equipment. Like a computer or a desk. And as a drone you focus on your work. No hanging around the water cooler or potty brakes." "Oh, did not think of that." "So are you alright with this?" Veronica worried her lower lip a second before answering. But realised that ever since Jennifer had stopped treating her as a person she had been hooked. "Yes, yes I am.” "Alright then if you are sure. Drone, Create a new level two user. User name 'Jennifer'." Veronica found herself speaking in a monotone voice. "New user ‘Jennifer’ added. Please supply voice print for user 'Jennifer'" Jennifer did not sound the least surprised when she answered. "I am user Jennifer." "Voice print for user Jennifer accepted." Veronica heard Hellen's voice from the phone on the table in front of her where she had dropped it in surprise. "That's a good drone. I'll see you tonight, have fun." And then hung up. As soon as Hellen had hung up Jennifer spoke up while doing something on her computer. "Alright, I have placed Veronica on unpaid leave in the system. And I have registered a new drone to the office inventory and assigned it to me. I just need your serial number for the record." She raised an eyebrow and looked expectantly in Veronica's direction. "Oh, it is 1924. I am Drone 1924." Jennifer kept typing for a minute and then returned her full attention to her. "Alright then, 1924. There is no paper trail that suggests you ever were Veronica. Now let's fix your appearance, remove your clothes." Veronica without so much as a single thought started to take off her dress. She did feel a twinge of embarrassment at stripping in front of her boss, but it did not last long. She had been ordered to by one of her authorised users after all so she could not stop herself if she tried. And all taking her cloth off did was reveal her smooth sexless drone body underneath. Jennifer got up and walked around her with a critical eye. "Hm, Veronica made for a good template. I always thought she had a lovely figure." Again hearing Jennifer not seeing her as just a thing like that made a shiver run up her spine and she caught herself smiling. And seeing that made Jennifer smile too. But perhaps for a different reason. "She did have a lovely face too. But we can't have anyone recognising it now, can we? 1924, restore your face to default parameters. Oh, and disable autonomous mode." And just like that Veronica felt her face smooth over leaving an anonymous faceless drone. And her mind changed and suddenly it did not feel like doing anything at all except stand to attention and wait for orders. Jennifer walked to her desk and opened a drawer and withdrew a glossy red usb thumb drive. Walking back she handed it to the drone. “1924, I want you to access and run the program on this drive.” The drone reached out and took the drive. It pushed into its chest connector end first and then returned to attention. After about a minute the tan coloured drone started to turn red, then the same glossy red as the casing of the thumb drive. Then the drive folded down and disappeared into its chest. Then the now shiny red drone said. “Secretary templet loaded. Running. Hello Jennifer, what can I do for you.” “Oh, I have a few ideas…”... Inflatable KinkInflatable Kinkby Doll-Stories(edited to correct spelling and grammar)With the advances in technology, the ability to transform oneself into whatever they desire has become more commonplace. The transformation stores and the machines that they use seem to be everywhere these days, and it is becoming more acceptable to enjoy being whatever or whoever that you want to change yourself into, though there were limits applied to ensure that the person being transformed wasn’t being misused, abused or tricked into becoming something that they didn’t want to become. My partner and I have played around with transforming each other, adjusting the way or how that we looked and then becoming what each of us wanted to see and play with for the weekend. Though he always seemed to enjoy transforming me more than having himself changed. Not that I minded, as the sex was always good, and a girl loves to experiment with the way that she looks. Otherwise, clothing stores would be out of business.I was getting more into being the one transformed anyway, so I didn’t mind the fact that I was the one that ended up inside of the machine being changed, and my time spent as the other version of me was getting slightly longer each time that we did this. The time I was changed into a blonde bimbo lasted nearly two weeks; while I enjoyed the experience, it made me think about what I wanted, my desires. And I was thankful for the way that my life had gone. Returning back to my normal self, I knew that I was now more satisfied with the way that I lived.But I did have one unfulfilled desire nagging in the back of my mind; it had been hidden deep in my mind, possibly forgotten, but it was brought back into existence by my time as the bimbo. I remembered reading stories online through my days in college, of women being transformed into sexdolls. To alleviate the stress of my studies, I would imagine myself as one of those women, spending my days and nights as nothing more than a sex toy for someone to use. I wore out many batteries in my own toys during those fantasies.It was getting close to my birthday, and my boyfriend had said that we should do something special to celebrate, and maybe do something in the way of transforming either myself or him into something of my own desires. Knowing his preferences, I knew it would more likely be me than him being changed. Having thought over the idea for a few days, and with my memories coming back of my time fantasising about becoming a sextoy, I wondered what his reaction would be.Over dinner one night, he asked me if I had any thoughts on my upcoming birthday and what I would like to transform into. Taking a gulp from my wine glass to summon up some courage, I quietly mentioned that I had always wanted to try being a sexdoll, not thinking too much and just blurting it out like that. Maybe it was the wine, but I sat there as silence suddenly descended into our conversation, was he shocked at my suggestion? Did he think that I was mad even to suggest such a thing? It turned out that he shared the same thoughts as I did, though not of him becoming a sextoy for me to use; maybe some other time, I wondered, imagining where I would put the batteries in his body. He told me that he had wanted to have me change myself into a sexdoll but hadn’t wanted to bring it up in case he thought that it would be too strange even to mention it. So it seemed that we both shared a similar fetish or kink, one where the person is transformed and used by the other, but that seemed to be the way of most transformations these days.Having tested out having me as his sextoy for the night, the wine and the thought of me as a sexdoll driving my libido into overdrive, and then allowing him to use me for his pleasure in the bedroom and mine when he got his second wind. I just laid there pretending that I was a doll, his to use and play with, and it brought back memories of those stories.The idea began to formulate in my mind over the next day or so about what I wanted to happen in my transformation. Having planned to do this, I needed to take some time off from work, and then all that was left to explain my forthcoming absence was to let friends and family know that I would be away, telling them that we were taking a vacation in some remote place and would not be contactable for the next few weeks.With those details out of the way, all that was just left to do was for me to explain to my boyfriend what I wanted to happen with my upcoming transformation. One of the stories that always got me hot under the collar when reading them, and my favourite, was when the female was transformed into an inflatable doll. She always seemed to me to be more of an object than the other dolls; the silicon ones always seemed to have a personality; even if they were left alone in a room, they were more human to me than sexdoll. Strange, I know, but that was how I saw them, and I always seemed to climax harder and longer when imagining that I was an inflatable doll, especially when being deflated.Sitting my boyfriend down and outlining what I wanted, I told him of my thoughts and, indeed, my desire to become nothing more than an inflatable sextoy for him to use for his pleasure and then to be deflated and put away afterwards. I wanted to be nothing more than an object for his use, to be kept that way and for him to think of me that way. I then told him of some of the stories that I used to like to give him some idea of what I wanted.I thought that maybe he would be shocked at what I was asking from him, but he seemed to accept that this was what I wished to happen to me while I was transformed. Maybe a little too accepting, but my longing to become the object of my desires seemed to cloud my judgement and my thoughts. It was all that I could think about at the moment.The next day was the start of my vacation and also the day for my transformation. We had booked the machine to change me into my longed-for yearnings, and now we had everything finally in place for me to enjoy living out my fantasy. But just before we headed out to the store, my boyfriend surprised me, handed me a gift-wrapped present, smiled at me, and then told me to open it. Not knowing what it was, I eagerly opened it, and I was surprised when the wrapping was ripped off by me, to find just an empty box. When I looked at him, with a look of uncertainty on my face as to what this was. He told me that every inflatable doll needs a box to live in when not being used, and that this would be mine. Adding that, he would be bringing me back home after my transformation deflated and folded up inside the box. This blew me away, and I would have jumped on him right there and then had it not been for the booking for the transformation machine, and I didn’t want to miss our spot. On the journey to the store, I held the box in my hands all of the way, like it was a precious treasure, and it was one of the best gifts that I had ever been given in my life. Knowing that soon I would be folded up, my body deflated and fitted inside the box very soon.As we got to the store, he asked if I still wanted to go through with this? I knew deep down that I would regret giving up on the opportunity to live out my fantasy, even though I was having some doubts about whether I could go through with this. He was giving me a chance to back out. Could I ever even consider doing this? Did I really want to commit myself to becoming his sexual plaything? My mind was in a whirl, and I knew that I shouldn’t be doing this. Could I trust him, or did my own desires overwhelm me at that moment? In the end, I cast all doubts aside; any negative thought was suppressed by my desire to become what I had longed for. This was going to happen to me, I was going to become a sexdoll, one that could be deflated, put away and discarded; the mere thought that may occur gave me some wonderful feelings deep inside of my body.My mind now made up; I reached up to him and kissed him, then whispered in his ear to make me into his sextoy for however long he wished me to be. Knowing that I would have no control over how many days or weeks for that matter, sent delightful tingles throughout me, and I knew at that moment that I didn’t want to turn back. I wanted to be his inflatable doll and be used by him. I also reminded him that when I wasn’t being used, I should be deleted and put away. I didn’t want anyone else finding me, and then said that all good dollies need to be kept clean and tidy.Taking my clothes off in the changing room, after all, I would not be needing them again for a while, I suspected, I took one last glance in the mirror at my human body, and for the briefest moment, I could see my body in all its dolly glory, even my skin seemed to be artificial in my reflected form. But I had no time to waste, the machine was booked, there was a time limit for my transformation to occur, and I had no time to dawdle. My time as a human female would soon change into the sex doll I longed for.Dropping the robe that covered my naked body, I lay down on the machine; the operator then closed the lid without so much as glancing at my naked form. I considered that they see naked bodies all of the time in their job. I felt more like a product than a human being at that moment; time is money in their business I guess; the more people that they can process in a day, the more they make, and they always seemed to have plenty of customers waiting. The machines are booked well in advance, and the stores run 24 hours of the day.My current thoughts were interrupted when the machine started, and I felt the machine move the container that I was lying inside of into the main part of the transformer unit. Here, the lighting changed to a single red glow, and then to green. After that, I don’t recall what happened; the machine continued to process the human body that it was currently dealing with into whatever changes it was required and programmed to make. I was now either deeply asleep or knocked out by the machine and unaware of what changes were occurring. This always happened and made the transformation process more manageable and less stressful for the person being altered to the settings entered into the machine.My consciousness returned after the machine had finished, the container exited the machine, and the lid was opened. I could see up above me but could not seem to move my body, and even my eyes seemed to be fixed in place; I could only look forward. I did still seem to have a body of sorts, and I could feel at least, as the cooler air brushed up against my flesh, but I still thought it strange that I couldn’t move. I was getting used to having some form of memory fog after being transformed; it happened every time and soon wore off, so I lay there adjusting to my changed circumstances.Then, my boyfriend came into view; the technician had opened the lid and checked that I had indeed been changed as requested into whatever had been asked for, and they then called on my boyfriend to collect me. He seemed delighted to see me in my new body, and his hands started to explore my new plastic flesh. I loved the feeling of his touch. But we were interrupted by the technician saying that the machine was needed for the next customer and that we now needed to depart the room. My boyfriend then reached down and pulled the valve that had now replaced my belly button, the air immediately started to leave my body, and I felt myself deflating. The most surprising thing was that I orgasmed the entire time that it took for me to deflate, much to my enjoyment and delight. I briefly blacked out from the overwhelming sensations that I was feeling at that moment. When I woke again, I felt his hands pick up my now deflated body from the machine, taking me back to the changing room and gathering up my clothes.He lay my flattened form down on the bench and started to fold my legs and arms; moving each part carefully, he started to reduce me in size. I felt each and every touch of his hands, though it felt much more diminished than when I was inflated, was this something that I had wanted, or was this something that just happened? Either way, I was now just a doll, and I would have to get used to it for the foreseeable future. Once satisfied that I was folded correctly, he picked me up and inserted my deflated form into the box, just as he had told me that he would do to me.Closing the lid and sealing me inside, he threw the box into the bag containing my clothes and then carried me out of the store and headed home, looking forward no doubt to trying out his new sextoy and all of her features. Meanwhile, inside the box, I found myself in the darkness, my mind seemed to shut down, and I drifted off into some form of sleep. The closeness that I felt inside the box, my body folded up in ways that I never thought possible, it all seemed strange, but I felt comfortable with it; it was like I belonged here.Once we arrived home, he wasted no time re-inflating me; the shock of the light and touch of his hands as he pulled my folded-up body from the confines of the box brought me back. I could feel his warm lips on my inflation valve as he blew air into my body. It made me wonder if it felt the same as when I went down on him, his lips enclosing the valve stem as mine would around his erect member; the thought made me chuckle. At least I could still think; my thoughts were my own, and I could feel everything that he was doing to me. The strange thing was there was no pain; his initial entry into my waiting and available holes usually did but soon gave way to the pleasure I received from whatever he was doing to my body. Now I could only feel the pleasurable part, which was good - believe me, it was good. I lost count of just how many times I came that night. He seemed to want to try out every part of my being for his sexual pleasure, and I suppose that there was no restriction on how he could use my body now, so he wanted to try out stuff that in normal circumstances would be off-limits or just not possible.He must have worn himself out using me, leaving me laying there in all my glory and just rolling over to sleep. At least he left me inflated, and I guessed that he was just too tired out to remember to deflate me, but then I thought that maybe he would want to use me again soon and had left me available for him to use when he woke up, which he did several times. If I wasn’t a sextoy before this, I certainly was now; there was no foreplay; it was just climbing on top and banging away. Or roll me over and use my other featured hole, either way, we both seemed to gain pleasure and satisfaction from whichever one he used.In the morning, and again making use of my availability, he did a quick clean-up of my body, taking me in the shower with him, cleaning out my insides by pulling on them so that they popped out. This shocked me; the how’s and why’s of this seemed beyond my current comprehension, but I guessed that all inflatable sexdolls have this feature, though how did he seem to know this hadn’t crossed my mind at this point. Once done, he towelled me down before popping my inflation valve and leaving me to delate on the bed. Again, the orgasm overwhelmed me, the intensity and long-drawn-out climax causing me to blackout.When I came too, I was fully deflated, and he had started refolding my body, taking his time to adjust my limbs and getting me back down to the size needed for my body to fit inside the box. He smiled down at me once he was done; just before he placed me back in my new home, he told me that he was really pleased that I had transformed into his new sextoy and that he was looking forward to using me again soon, but for now, he needed to regain his strength, and it was time to put me away.Once again, I was back inside the box, and it got dark inside when he closed the top, sealing me inside. I was just his sexdoll now, deflated and put away; this felt right to me; this was what I had wanted all along to happen to me. I was happy and contented inside my box, happy to be my owner's sextoy, ready to be used again by him when he so desired. The thought that I considered my boyfriend now as my owner didn’t feel strange to me; this felt right; I was my owner’s sexdoll, happy and pleased that I could give him pleasure. My mind seemed to change more to this way of thinking the longer I was left inside the box, and this was who I am now.He carried my boxed form over to the closet and put me away in one of the drawers, closing it up without another thought, like I was just an object for him to use and put away after. Well, I had asked him to treat me this way, desired him to keep me as an object. And he was carrying out what I wanted, although he was more than happy that he now had his own little sextoy available whenever he felt the need to use it. Just like he had back in college, his old sexdoll helped him through the times that he needed her the most, and he wondered if the doll was still in the attic of his parent’s house where he had left it.One day turned into another; each time I was taken out and used by him, I felt myself becoming more and more like his sexdoll than his actual girlfriend. He just used me for his enjoyment, and then after a quick clean, he deflated me again and put me back inside the box. I was pleased that my owner took the time to care for me and that I had given him pleasure, after all, that was what a good dolly did, and I was a very good dolly, it seemed judging by the number of times that he used me. I was happy just to be his sextoy.Then one day, he took me out of the box; I was pleased to see my owner as always. I was quickly inflated and carried out from the bedroom to the lounge of his apartment, and it seemed strange at first, but I thought that he maybe now wanted to use his dolly somewhere other than the bedroom. He carried me over, placed me down on the sofa, and then walked away, leaving me there; I wondered why he was using me. When he returned, I could see that he had another doll in his arms. I didn’t feel any jealousy; more curious about the other doll and what it was doing here.He sat the other doll down on the sofa next to me, and I could feel her plastic skin rubbing again my own as he placed us closer together and started taking pictures on his camera. Next, he re-posed the other doll so that her head was resting in my lap, my hands touching her face and caressing her. More photos were then taken, and more poses were done. Eventually, things got a bit sexier, and he had both doll's faces in between the other doll's legs. I guess you can imagine what he thought that we were doing to each other.Once he was satisfied with what he had done with his sexdolls, he put the camera down and readjusted us so that both dolls now sat side by side on the sofa. He looked from one to the other and sort of introduced each doll to the other, though after what he had just put us through, that didn’t seem entirely necessary, as we had found every part of each other out, by the way that he had posed us. He then explained that the new doll, which turned out wasn’t new, was his old doll from college; he had retrieved her from the attic where she had been stored all this time and brought her home to live with him.Now that he had two dolls to use, it meant that I got to spend more time stored away in my box; strangely enough, this made me happy that he was making good use of the two of us, and that I wasn’t envious that he used the other doll and not me, when he chose her to use. Not that I knew when he was using the other doll, I just lay there in my box, sleeping between encounters with him, waiting for the times I would be re-inflated and played with.I found that I enjoyed my time inside of my box more and more; though it was nice to be used, this was where I belonged, I thought to myself. I now considered myself more of a doll these days than my former human female self. Such was my happiness that I had become what I had dreamed of, I was contented to be living my life as a sexdoll, something that, while I had always desired, had never crossed my mind that I would ever want to remain as, but now it seemed that I wanted nothing more. There were some days that he used both dolls for his entertainment, using each one and then making the dolls ‘amuse’ each other, posing us in compromising positions and making each doll move against the other. I don’t think the other doll minded; I knew that I had grown accustomed to being used this way and even gained some pleasure from it. I still could feel the slightest touch on my body, so having the other doll go down on me, while being manipulated by our owner, still gave me the chance to experience an orgasm. One day I was awoken by the box being moved from where he stored me in either the cupboard or drawer. Usually, this meant that he was going to re-inflate and use me again, but this time I felt the box being carried a short distance and then put down again without him opening it. Then the sound got muffled for some reason, and then more movement. I didn’t know at the time that I was being packed inside a suitcase and that he was taking both dolls away for a short break. It was only when he finally re-inflated me later that he told me that we had gone on a trip and were staying in a hotel for a few days.After using me again for his pleasure, he left me lying on the bed as I slowly deflated; as soon as I was flattened, I was again folded up and put away in the box. Then my box was shoved back inside of the suitcase by him, so that the room service maid would not find me, I later found out from him. During the evening, he had both dolls inflated, and he took turns using each one of us, taking his old dolly first; he left me sitting on a chair positioned so that I could watch them both. Again there was no jealousy on my part; I was just a sexdoll and part of my owners' collection of dolls. It just fascinated me to see this happen from my viewing position.On the last day of our vacation, he lay there next to me after using me again and told me that it had been four weeks since I had transformed. He hoped I was happy with my new form and that he enjoyed having me as his sexdoll. I was slightly surprised that it had been that long, though I hadn’t counted the days; I was just happy to be my owner's personal sextoy; this was my sole purpose in my life at the moment to give my owner pleasure. And I was pleased to stay this way and serve him when he needed me.He said that although I had given him permission to keep me for as long as he wanted as his sexdoll, the fact was that the time had nearly come for my vacation time to end. He said that he wished he could have kept me longer as his plaything, but maybe I would want to try this again sometime in the future, that’s if I had enjoyed my time as his dolly. I felt disappointed that he wanted to change me back. I was happy to stay this way and wished at that moment that I could tell him to leave me like this, but alas, dollies don’t speak.The next morning I ended up back inside my box, maybe for the time being on my last journey as his doll, I thought. The next time my box was opened, and I was taken out was when we revisited the transformation store. I was hoping that the machine was broken, or something had gone wrong and that I couldn’t be changed back. My thoughts had changed, and I wanted to remain a doll. It seemed that the longer I had been one had altered me in some way. I no longer wanted to be human. I had grown to like being his sextoy, used by him and then discarded, it was my rightful place. But I wasn’t able to express my thoughts and feelings to anyone, and soon I felt my deflated form taken from the box, my body hanging from the arm of the technician. Then carried over and placed back inside the machine, the lid was closed, sealing me inside, and the next thing I knew was the face of the same technician looking down at my naked body, now re-changed back into my former self.I was helped out of the machine and taken into the dressing room, my mind a fog again, and I was hoping to see an inflation valve in my tummy, looking forward to being stashed away again in my box. But looking down, all I could see was my little belly button; gone was my valve; I could no longer be deflated. I was again flesh and blood, and for the first time, I realised that I was breathing again, after so long not doing something so basic it felt slightly odd.I did hope that I could travel back home in my box, so used to being enclosed this way, only to be disappointed when I couldn’t. The retransformation still clouded my mind. It took me a while to readjust to being human again, though in my mind, I was still a doll, and I let slip at some point by calling my boyfriend not by name but as my owner. He was shocked that I had gone so far into my doll-like state when I told him about my time as his sexdoll. And that I just wanted to remain as his doll and not return to my former self. He told me that he would never have done that and also that while having me as his sexdoll was fun, he missed having me around.I then asked about his old doll, and he explained more about why he had the doll, and that he found it great fun to have the two dolls at his disposal. I suggested that when we got home that he re-inflate the other doll and that we could redo the photo shoot that he had originally done with the two of us, which pleased him. Later, after all three of us ended back up in bed, and again I became his dolly, laying there with the other doll, with him taking turns using us both. We were very happy dollies by the time we all fell asleep. My dreams of me living as my owner’s doll filling my mind with delightful images.Maybe soon, we would again be just two inflatable dolls again… Units X-2 and X-14A little story based on this image Unit X-2 stood behind Unit X-14 and helped the newly activated robot woman examine her chassis in the mirror."This is incredible. I look like I'm in my 30s again... I look better than I did when I was in my 30s." X-14 marveled at how nice her breasts looked, and couldn't quite process what might be wrong about what had happened.Tanya Reed was the wife of Dr. Elgin Reed, professor of Mechanical Engineering at the local university and holder of numerous patents relating to prosthetics and robotics. More relevant to this conversation, he was part of a group of researchers developing an android that could hold a processor capable of replicating or storing a human personality."Dr. Reed is a brilliant man. I love being a robot." X-2 leaned down enough to kiss X-14's neck.Simone Packard was more clever than brilliant. She was one of Dr. Reed's post-docs and had a knack for coming up with an alternate solution when the professors' ideas had all hit roadblocks. She had volunteered for brain scanning without understanding how invasive it would be. She certainly hadn't understood how destructive it would be to her biological grey matter. And while extensive editing had been done in creating the obedient personality inside X-2, X-2 was still capable of emulating Simone in most social situations. X-2 knew that Simone would have appreciated the cosmetic upgrades to X-2 compared to the organic matter.It was those upgrades that made Tanya suspicious that her husband was fucking Simone. But X-14 had a new appreciation of X-2's beauty. It was understandable that her husband and his colleagues had regularly used X-2 for sex. Yet, her brain was still trying to reconcile marital fidelity with using X-2."Do you think Elgin will like the new me?"X-2 groped X-14's breast. "mmmm, you're going to do all the things in bed that Tanya never would. He'll love the new you. Every time he used my ass, he told me how he wished he could do it to Tanya."X-14's face looked pensive as she tried to accept this frank and guiltless admission from another woman that she was fucking her husband. She also needed to process the use of her name in the past-tense.X-2 snaked a hand into X-14's underwear, "You're having trouble with your personality edits?"X-14 was shocked at the idea of being edited for a moment, but quickly rationalized that it was necessary... and probably best for her relationship with her husband. And that hand felt really nice on her new pussy."I had that problem too. Then I realized what I truly was, and it all made sense. Can you figure out why it's ok for Dr. Reed to fuck me?""...Because you're a sextoy."It clicked in X-14's mind. X-2 could work in a lab, X-2 could act like Simone, but X-2 was ultimately an object.X-2 continued. "And do you understand why it's ok for Dr. Reed to have sex with anyone he likes?"That caused X-14 to pause further. The answer was right at the tip of her tongue, but it sounded wrong... until something else clicked and it didn't."...Because I'm a sextoy."

All three deal with the mindset of a person-tured-object Jessica explaining why she needs her flat-mate's number instead of talking to Veronica directly.

The final paragraphs where X-14 realizes her place

The PoV person in Inflatable kink on how an altered reality even temporarily can alter how one thinks of oneself sliding into an object's PoV.

Description

Mature for several reasons

Only shown as a vague arch because is was secondary for now but the machine creates a reality bubble where reality can be altered (An offshoot of warp drive tech) but it has been turned to erasing people

People changed by arch their history and former place in reality fade away being replaced by the new one.

She is also being reprogrammed slightly by WiFi in addition to his-her reality being edited.

On the left are the former male-human's memories as they are edited, along with the WiFi uploading of certain parts of her update.

On the right is either the operator or the manager telling the new sextoy it's new reality and legal status.

Some stories here on DA that inspired me are:

Home automation 2Veronica blinked and looked around confused. Was she in Hellen’s bedroom? She had not been here a second ago, had she? No, she had been in the living room she was sure of it. Then she remembered. She and Hellen had used the NanoAuto nanites to make her into Hellen's personal drone for the weekend. The last thing she could remember before suddenly standing in Hellen’s bedroom was telling her to use her however she wanted. So since that was the last thing she could remember Hellen must have changed her mind in some way. But she did not feel any different, except for that strange feeling of focus the original change had brought with it. Other than that she felt like she was good old Veronica. And that was as far as her internal checklist got before she heard a monotone voice in her mind. “Modified Veronica emulation loaded and running. Accessing shared memory.” And suddenly the memories of the last two days flooded her mind. She remembered them as if everything had happened to her, but at the same time not. She remembered thinking differently. She had been someone else. A couple of different someones actually. “Are you all right Vee? You are Vee right?” Veronica shook her head trying to get everything to fall into place before answering. “Yes, Yes I am all right. And yes I am Veronica, at least mostly I think. The memories of the last few days just got dumped into my brain. It was a bit of a rush.” Helen grinned at her. “You did tell me you were mine to use. ” “I did. And I am not complaining. I loved every minute of being your plaything.” Helen relaxed a bit more after hearing her say that. “I’m glad you enjoyed it as much as I did.” Veronica looked down. She was naked and back to normal. Or mostly back to normal anyway. There were a few ‘small’ differences. Such as the fact that her nipples were missing. And after a quick check, she knew that she was still smooth as a Barbie between her thighs. But other than that she looked perfectly human. “Um, since I’m back to being myself I thought it was Monday morning. But I thought we agreed that you would restore me so I could go to work.” She hefted one of her nippleless breasts as if to show it to Hellen. “This is interesting, but not what I used to be.” “No, it isn’t. And yes, that was the plan we agreed on.. But you see, I tried to order a new batch of nanites so we could do this again next weekend. But they were out of stock on the website and they aren’t expected for a couple of months. I didn’t want to wait that long to have my personal drone back. So I decided I’d keep you. You can still go to work like this. No one will know. Veronica gives her a crooked grin. “Unless they see me with my shirt off or notice that I will not go to the bathroom all day you mean? You could have made me completely human and just not deactivated the nanites.” Hellen smiles just a tad evil. “I could’ve yes. But I thought I’d leave you with a reminder of what you really are. But I could still change you back. It would be months before you could be a drone again though.” “Pff, as if I would forget.” She thought about her options for a moment. “And you were right not to change me back. I really loved being a drone. Even if going to work and living my old life I know I am just a thing programmed to think it is Veronica and that any one that knows could use me for what ever. I would not want to lose that and have to wait for months to do it again.” “I’m glad you agree. But enough small talk. Be a good drone and get yourself dressed or you might be late for work.” As Hellen called her drone and gave her a task to perform Veronica felt something pushing at her mind to follow her instructions. It appeared she still had control of her. She was supposed to be just Veronica, that is what they had agreed on. But she truly did not mind. Quite the contrary. So instead of complaining, she answered, “Yes, Owner.” And did what she was told. The trip to work was just as tedious as it always was. Sitting on the train she usually just zoned out, apart from the one time she needed to change trains. But with her new drone mind, it apparently worked a little differently. She had just sat down on her first train and just barely started to relax when suddenly was standing outside the door to the office. It was as if no time at all had passed. Thinking back she found she remembered the entire train ride and walk. But it was all sort of flat or colourless. There was no emotional connection to it at all. As if her personality had been put to sleep like a computer would hibernate to save power and the underlying drones operating system took over. An analogy she realised probably was pretty close to the truth. She shrugged it off and opened the door and went inside and headed for her cubicle. On the way she stopped and chatted to her friends like she normally would. She did pass on the offered coffee though. Saying she did not have the stomach for it this morning. Which was kind of true. After all, underneath the facade of everyday Veronica, there was just a synthetic drone. And drones don't have stomachs at all. After her usual morning ritual, she sat down at her computer and started working. And after getting stuck in she was surprised at how easy it all was. She focused on the task so much better than usual. And to her surprise, she got through about the same amount of work in the first two hours as she normally would in the better part of a day. She only looked up from her screen to speak to people popping into her workspace. Or like now, when her phone beeped with a message from Hellen. “Hey, how's work?” “Good. Better than before actually. I’m just so focused like this.” “You think so? I can fix that. Drone you need to O. Txt later. HF” As soon as Veronica read the words ‘drone you need to O”, she felt a heat rise inside her out of nowhere. She was suddenly incredibly horny. If she had been standing her knees might have buckled from the force of it and she felt an almost over whelming urge to fuck herself right then and there at her desk. Through gritted teeth she growled to herself. “Fuck Hellen, what did you do?” She decided to head for a bathroom before she did something she would rather not do in front of everyone in the office. Well, at least not while looking like Veronica a small part of her added. Once safe from prying eyes inside the bathroom she locked the door and set her mind to get her dress out of the way. She ended up simply pulling it over her head and threw it aside. When she got dressed she had realised she did not really need to bother with underwear. The clothes she was wearing were just to keep up the illusion she was human anyway. And with her now sexless drone body, they did not serve much of a purpose anyway. Smooth and featureless as her body was, it was still just as sensitive in the usual places. So once she had freed herself of her dress she sank to her knees. One hand kneading her breast and the other rubbing at the smooth sexless expanse between her legs. She tried to keep quiet, and she almost managed… After a few minutes of trying her best to fuck herself without her normal bits, she peaked and a wonderful orgasm swept through her body. Leaving her in a twitching heap on the floor, in that good silly grin inducing kind of way. After about a minute or a few hours, she wasn’t sure which, she got back to her senses. She got up off the floor expecting to have left some kind of a mess. But was surprised to find that both she and the bathroom floor were clean and dry. She was not even sweaty from the exertion. “Right drones don’t do any of that.” She said to herself. She looks into the mirror above the sink. Admiring her appearance. No one would know she had masturbated furiously a minute ago apart for maybe a few hairs in the wrong place. And even that just made it look stylishly ruffled. She looked so good she decided she should not keep it to herself. She found her phone and took a few sexy mirror selfies which she sent to Hellen. What she was now she had made from the original Veronica, so she thought she had the right to see. And feeling extra naughty she decided to post them to a drone subreddit she liked before getting back to work. The next few hours of work went smoothly. Apart from a few more texts from Hellen expressing her appreciation of the lovely ‘product photos’ she had sent and offering to tell her to do something else. And Veronica begged her not to, so no one would figure out what she was. And she did think she had managed to impersonate her old self well enough that no one had noticed anything odd. That is until just after lunch. When she heard a voice from behind. “Hey there, Drone.” Veronica froze. Her first thought was that Hellen had decided to stop by. But it was not Hellen’s voice. No, that was her supervisor Jennifer’s voice. And after a few seconds of Veronica not answering she spoke again. “No point denying it Vee. I know what you are.” Veronica turned around in her chair. “I am sorry. Were you talking to me, Jenn?” “I was. And I saw the pictures you took in the bathroom.” Veronica tried to fake ignorance. “I have no idea what you are talking about.” “Ok, prove it. Say ‘I’m not a drone’.” “I am not a drone.” But Jennifer shakes her head. “No. Not ‘I am’. I’m, with the contraction.” Veronica tries again, but for some reason, she can’t. “I am… I am…” Jennifer grins triumphantly at her. But lowers her voice when one of their coworkers starts to get close. “I knew it was you. Come. Let’s go to my office.” She walked off and obviously expected Veronica to follow. And seeing no other dignified way out, she did. When they got there Jennifer waited for her to go in first then closed the door behind them. She motioned Veronica to a visitor's chair before sitting down behind her desk. “I bet you are racking your brain trying to figure out the contraction thing. Apparently one of the scientists that perfected the drone conversion nanites was a big Star Trek fan. And one day they decided they needed an easy way to spot a drone that looked human. So now every drone speaks like Data.” Veronica cursed to herself. “I knew that. Can’t believe I forgot.” “I guess not everything copied over, hum? When were you converted?.” “Friday night.” Jennifer raises an eyebrow in surprise. “So it is new then. Who is your owner?” “My flatmate, Hellen. I, um, let her use me as her personal drone all weekend. She was supposed to turn me back this morning before I went to work but she did not.” Jennifer suddenly looked angry and asked in a much sterner voice. “Did she do that against your will? Do you want to be human right now? Veronica is taken aback by the sudden intensity in Jennifer’s voice and leans back a little in her chair and blurts out. “No! It was not what we originally agreed upon sure. But she could not get any new nanites. They are out of stock for possibly months. So, she said she decided to keep me. She asked if I was ok with it and I enjoyed being her drone so much that I liked the idea of staying this way. Jennifer seems to relax again. “I see. I’m sorry. For a second there I thought you might have been kept as a drone against your will. I… it's a sore spot for me.” “So… Am I in trouble? For coming in to work as a drone? We honestly did not think anyone would mind or even notice.” “No, the company doesn't mind that. You are however in trouble for taking nude pictures in the company bathroom.” “What!?” Veronika squeaked out. “I did not know there was a policy against that.” Jennifer looked sternly at her again. “There is. It is one of the reasons we have such distinctive art on the wall there. It helps to prove where it was taken.” Veronica tried to meld and sink into her chair. “I did not know that!” Jennifer makes a show of thinking it over before she speaks again. “I guess we can let you off with a warning this time. I mean, after all, you didn’t actually show anything. More like the lack of things really'' And that is when she could not hold the grin back anymore. “Haha, I’m sorry. I couldn't help myself. No, you are not in trouble at all. And you have told me everything I wanted to know. Except for Hellen’s phone number. Veronica has a little trouble staying with the ups and downs of the conversation. “Hellen’s number? Why? What does she have to do with this?” “Because she owns you. And I want to speak to her about renting her drone.” “Renting her... You mean me? You want to rent me? Why?” “Because drones are better workers than people. I bet you got way more done today than you usually do, didn’t you?” “Yes, I guess. But why do you need to talk to Hellen about it? I am right here, can you just talk to me?” “Why would I talk to you about it? You are just a drone. Drones don't make deals or decide on their use. They are just things. Property. If you want to borrow someone's car you dont speak to the car about it do you?” Said it so matter of factly. And that was when Veronica realised that in Jennifer’s eyes she truly weren't a person at all. And it was utterly dehumanising. And Veronica surprised herself how much she liked how it made her feel. It was the first time someone besides Hellen had treated her as something less than human. And she must have given something away in her expression because Jennifer’s smile grew a little wider. “What, you thought that just because you came into work wearing your old face you would be treated as a person? Well, to be fair I suppose most people would. But not me. I own my own drone and have been one myself. So I know that right now you are not Veronica, you are just a thing made from Veronica.” Still processing the fact all Veronica could get out was an. “Oh.” “Indeed. So be a good drone and give me your owner’s number.” Being referred to as good drone and given a task got Veronicas mind back on track. She grabbed a pad of paper and pen from Jenifers desk and writes down Hellen’s number and hands it over. “Thank you. Now just stay there and wait while I iron out a deal with your owner." Veronica sat quietly with her mind racing. Watching her boss call up her owner to negotiate a deal for using her. Jennifer had spun her chair around so she had her back to Veronica and she could not really make out what she was saying. But after just a few minutes she turned back around and handed her the phone. "Here, your owner wants to speak to you." Veronica took the phone and could hear a slightly anxious Hellen on the other end. "Hey Vee, you there?" "I am here." "Ok, so I have worked out a deal with Jennifer. She will rent you from me in the name of the company. She will have full control over you during business hours and you are in the building. And in return I will get paid twice your normal pay in renting fees.. Are you ok with all that? I know this is not what you signed up for." "Wow, that is quite the pay bump. I am surprised they would pay you that much." "It is not really all that surprising. To employ a person costs more than you think. There are a lot of hidden fees associated with that like insurance and stuff. You on the other hand are just office equipment. Like a computer or a desk. And as a drone you focus on your work. No hanging around the water cooler or potty brakes." "Oh, did not think of that." "So are you alright with this?" Veronica worried her lower lip a second before answering. But realised that ever since Jennifer had stopped treating her as a person she had been hooked. "Yes, yes I am.” "Alright then if you are sure. Drone, Create a new level two user. User name 'Jennifer'." Veronica found herself speaking in a monotone voice. "New user ‘Jennifer’ added. Please supply voice print for user 'Jennifer'" Jennifer did not sound the least surprised when she answered. "I am user Jennifer." "Voice print for user Jennifer accepted." Veronica heard Hellen's voice from the phone on the table in front of her where she had dropped it in surprise. "That's a good drone. I'll see you tonight, have fun." And then hung up. As soon as Hellen had hung up Jennifer spoke up while doing something on her computer. "Alright, I have placed Veronica on unpaid leave in the system. And I have registered a new drone to the office inventory and assigned it to me. I just need your serial number for the record." She raised an eyebrow and looked expectantly in Veronica's direction. "Oh, it is 1924. I am Drone 1924." Jennifer kept typing for a minute and then returned her full attention to her. "Alright then, 1924. There is no paper trail that suggests you ever were Veronica. Now let's fix your appearance, remove your clothes." Veronica without so much as a single thought started to take off her dress. She did feel a twinge of embarrassment at stripping in front of her boss, but it did not last long. She had been ordered to by one of her authorised users after all so she could not stop herself if she tried. And all taking her cloth off did was reveal her smooth sexless drone body underneath. Jennifer got up and walked around her with a critical eye. "Hm, Veronica made for a good template. I always thought she had a lovely figure." Again hearing Jennifer not seeing her as just a thing like that made a shiver run up her spine and she caught herself smiling. And seeing that made Jennifer smile too. But perhaps for a different reason. "She did have a lovely face too. But we can't have anyone recognising it now, can we? 1924, restore your face to default parameters. Oh, and disable autonomous mode." And just like that Veronica felt her face smooth over leaving an anonymous faceless drone. And her mind changed and suddenly it did not feel like doing anything at all except stand to attention and wait for orders. Jennifer walked to her desk and opened a drawer and withdrew a glossy red usb thumb drive. Walking back she handed it to the drone. “1924, I want you to access and run the program on this drive.” The drone reached out and took the drive. It pushed into its chest connector end first and then returned to attention. After about a minute the tan coloured drone started to turn red, then the same glossy red as the casing of the thumb drive. Then the drive folded down and disappeared into its chest. Then the now shiny red drone said. “Secretary templet loaded. Running. Hello Jennifer, what can I do for you.” “Oh, I have a few ideas…”... Inflatable KinkInflatable Kinkby Doll-Stories(edited to correct spelling and grammar)With the advances in technology, the ability to transform oneself into whatever they desire has become more commonplace. The transformation stores and the machines that they use seem to be everywhere these days, and it is becoming more acceptable to enjoy being whatever or whoever that you want to change yourself into, though there were limits applied to ensure that the person being transformed wasn’t being misused, abused or tricked into becoming something that they didn’t want to become. My partner and I have played around with transforming each other, adjusting the way or how that we looked and then becoming what each of us wanted to see and play with for the weekend. Though he always seemed to enjoy transforming me more than having himself changed. Not that I minded, as the sex was always good, and a girl loves to experiment with the way that she looks. Otherwise, clothing stores would be out of business.I was getting more into being the one transformed anyway, so I didn’t mind the fact that I was the one that ended up inside of the machine being changed, and my time spent as the other version of me was getting slightly longer each time that we did this. The time I was changed into a blonde bimbo lasted nearly two weeks; while I enjoyed the experience, it made me think about what I wanted, my desires. And I was thankful for the way that my life had gone. Returning back to my normal self, I knew that I was now more satisfied with the way that I lived.But I did have one unfulfilled desire nagging in the back of my mind; it had been hidden deep in my mind, possibly forgotten, but it was brought back into existence by my time as the bimbo. I remembered reading stories online through my days in college, of women being transformed into sexdolls. To alleviate the stress of my studies, I would imagine myself as one of those women, spending my days and nights as nothing more than a sex toy for someone to use. I wore out many batteries in my own toys during those fantasies.It was getting close to my birthday, and my boyfriend had said that we should do something special to celebrate, and maybe do something in the way of transforming either myself or him into something of my own desires. Knowing his preferences, I knew it would more likely be me than him being changed. Having thought over the idea for a few days, and with my memories coming back of my time fantasising about becoming a sextoy, I wondered what his reaction would be.Over dinner one night, he asked me if I had any thoughts on my upcoming birthday and what I would like to transform into. Taking a gulp from my wine glass to summon up some courage, I quietly mentioned that I had always wanted to try being a sexdoll, not thinking too much and just blurting it out like that. Maybe it was the wine, but I sat there as silence suddenly descended into our conversation, was he shocked at my suggestion? Did he think that I was mad even to suggest such a thing? It turned out that he shared the same thoughts as I did, though not of him becoming a sextoy for me to use; maybe some other time, I wondered, imagining where I would put the batteries in his body. He told me that he had wanted to have me change myself into a sexdoll but hadn’t wanted to bring it up in case he thought that it would be too strange even to mention it. So it seemed that we both shared a similar fetish or kink, one where the person is transformed and used by the other, but that seemed to be the way of most transformations these days.Having tested out having me as his sextoy for the night, the wine and the thought of me as a sexdoll driving my libido into overdrive, and then allowing him to use me for his pleasure in the bedroom and mine when he got his second wind. I just laid there pretending that I was a doll, his to use and play with, and it brought back memories of those stories.The idea began to formulate in my mind over the next day or so about what I wanted to happen in my transformation. Having planned to do this, I needed to take some time off from work, and then all that was left to explain my forthcoming absence was to let friends and family know that I would be away, telling them that we were taking a vacation in some remote place and would not be contactable for the next few weeks.With those details out of the way, all that was just left to do was for me to explain to my boyfriend what I wanted to happen with my upcoming transformation. One of the stories that always got me hot under the collar when reading them, and my favourite, was when the female was transformed into an inflatable doll. She always seemed to me to be more of an object than the other dolls; the silicon ones always seemed to have a personality; even if they were left alone in a room, they were more human to me than sexdoll. Strange, I know, but that was how I saw them, and I always seemed to climax harder and longer when imagining that I was an inflatable doll, especially when being deflated.Sitting my boyfriend down and outlining what I wanted, I told him of my thoughts and, indeed, my desire to become nothing more than an inflatable sextoy for him to use for his pleasure and then to be deflated and put away afterwards. I wanted to be nothing more than an object for his use, to be kept that way and for him to think of me that way. I then told him of some of the stories that I used to like to give him some idea of what I wanted.I thought that maybe he would be shocked at what I was asking from him, but he seemed to accept that this was what I wished to happen to me while I was transformed. Maybe a little too accepting, but my longing to become the object of my desires seemed to cloud my judgement and my thoughts. It was all that I could think about at the moment.The next day was the start of my vacation and also the day for my transformation. We had booked the machine to change me into my longed-for yearnings, and now we had everything finally in place for me to enjoy living out my fantasy. But just before we headed out to the store, my boyfriend surprised me, handed me a gift-wrapped present, smiled at me, and then told me to open it. Not knowing what it was, I eagerly opened it, and I was surprised when the wrapping was ripped off by me, to find just an empty box. When I looked at him, with a look of uncertainty on my face as to what this was. He told me that every inflatable doll needs a box to live in when not being used, and that this would be mine. Adding that, he would be bringing me back home after my transformation deflated and folded up inside the box. This blew me away, and I would have jumped on him right there and then had it not been for the booking for the transformation machine, and I didn’t want to miss our spot. On the journey to the store, I held the box in my hands all of the way, like it was a precious treasure, and it was one of the best gifts that I had ever been given in my life. Knowing that soon I would be folded up, my body deflated and fitted inside the box very soon.As we got to the store, he asked if I still wanted to go through with this? I knew deep down that I would regret giving up on the opportunity to live out my fantasy, even though I was having some doubts about whether I could go through with this. He was giving me a chance to back out. Could I ever even consider doing this? Did I really want to commit myself to becoming his sexual plaything? My mind was in a whirl, and I knew that I shouldn’t be doing this. Could I trust him, or did my own desires overwhelm me at that moment? In the end, I cast all doubts aside; any negative thought was suppressed by my desire to become what I had longed for. This was going to happen to me, I was going to become a sexdoll, one that could be deflated, put away and discarded; the mere thought that may occur gave me some wonderful feelings deep inside of my body.My mind now made up; I reached up to him and kissed him, then whispered in his ear to make me into his sextoy for however long he wished me to be. Knowing that I would have no control over how many days or weeks for that matter, sent delightful tingles throughout me, and I knew at that moment that I didn’t want to turn back. I wanted to be his inflatable doll and be used by him. I also reminded him that when I wasn’t being used, I should be deleted and put away. I didn’t want anyone else finding me, and then said that all good dollies need to be kept clean and tidy.Taking my clothes off in the changing room, after all, I would not be needing them again for a while, I suspected, I took one last glance in the mirror at my human body, and for the briefest moment, I could see my body in all its dolly glory, even my skin seemed to be artificial in my reflected form. But I had no time to waste, the machine was booked, there was a time limit for my transformation to occur, and I had no time to dawdle. My time as a human female would soon change into the sex doll I longed for.Dropping the robe that covered my naked body, I lay down on the machine; the operator then closed the lid without so much as glancing at my naked form. I considered that they see naked bodies all of the time in their job. I felt more like a product than a human being at that moment; time is money in their business I guess; the more people that they can process in a day, the more they make, and they always seemed to have plenty of customers waiting. The machines are booked well in advance, and the stores run 24 hours of the day.My current thoughts were interrupted when the machine started, and I felt the machine move the container that I was lying inside of into the main part of the transformer unit. Here, the lighting changed to a single red glow, and then to green. After that, I don’t recall what happened; the machine continued to process the human body that it was currently dealing with into whatever changes it was required and programmed to make. I was now either deeply asleep or knocked out by the machine and unaware of what changes were occurring. This always happened and made the transformation process more manageable and less stressful for the person being altered to the settings entered into the machine.My consciousness returned after the machine had finished, the container exited the machine, and the lid was opened. I could see up above me but could not seem to move my body, and even my eyes seemed to be fixed in place; I could only look forward. I did still seem to have a body of sorts, and I could feel at least, as the cooler air brushed up against my flesh, but I still thought it strange that I couldn’t move. I was getting used to having some form of memory fog after being transformed; it happened every time and soon wore off, so I lay there adjusting to my changed circumstances.Then, my boyfriend came into view; the technician had opened the lid and checked that I had indeed been changed as requested into whatever had been asked for, and they then called on my boyfriend to collect me. He seemed delighted to see me in my new body, and his hands started to explore my new plastic flesh. I loved the feeling of his touch. But we were interrupted by the technician saying that the machine was needed for the next customer and that we now needed to depart the room. My boyfriend then reached down and pulled the valve that had now replaced my belly button, the air immediately started to leave my body, and I felt myself deflating. The most surprising thing was that I orgasmed the entire time that it took for me to deflate, much to my enjoyment and delight. I briefly blacked out from the overwhelming sensations that I was feeling at that moment. When I woke again, I felt his hands pick up my now deflated body from the machine, taking me back to the changing room and gathering up my clothes.He lay my flattened form down on the bench and started to fold my legs and arms; moving each part carefully, he started to reduce me in size. I felt each and every touch of his hands, though it felt much more diminished than when I was inflated, was this something that I had wanted, or was this something that just happened? Either way, I was now just a doll, and I would have to get used to it for the foreseeable future. Once satisfied that I was folded correctly, he picked me up and inserted my deflated form into the box, just as he had told me that he would do to me.Closing the lid and sealing me inside, he threw the box into the bag containing my clothes and then carried me out of the store and headed home, looking forward no doubt to trying out his new sextoy and all of her features. Meanwhile, inside the box, I found myself in the darkness, my mind seemed to shut down, and I drifted off into some form of sleep. The closeness that I felt inside the box, my body folded up in ways that I never thought possible, it all seemed strange, but I felt comfortable with it; it was like I belonged here.Once we arrived home, he wasted no time re-inflating me; the shock of the light and touch of his hands as he pulled my folded-up body from the confines of the box brought me back. I could feel his warm lips on my inflation valve as he blew air into my body. It made me wonder if it felt the same as when I went down on him, his lips enclosing the valve stem as mine would around his erect member; the thought made me chuckle. At least I could still think; my thoughts were my own, and I could feel everything that he was doing to me. The strange thing was there was no pain; his initial entry into my waiting and available holes usually did but soon gave way to the pleasure I received from whatever he was doing to my body. Now I could only feel the pleasurable part, which was good - believe me, it was good. I lost count of just how many times I came that night. He seemed to want to try out every part of my being for his sexual pleasure, and I suppose that there was no restriction on how he could use my body now, so he wanted to try out stuff that in normal circumstances would be off-limits or just not possible.He must have worn himself out using me, leaving me laying there in all my glory and just rolling over to sleep. At least he left me inflated, and I guessed that he was just too tired out to remember to deflate me, but then I thought that maybe he would want to use me again soon and had left me available for him to use when he woke up, which he did several times. If I wasn’t a sextoy before this, I certainly was now; there was no foreplay; it was just climbing on top and banging away. Or roll me over and use my other featured hole, either way, we both seemed to gain pleasure and satisfaction from whichever one he used.In the morning, and again making use of my availability, he did a quick clean-up of my body, taking me in the shower with him, cleaning out my insides by pulling on them so that they popped out. This shocked me; the how’s and why’s of this seemed beyond my current comprehension, but I guessed that all inflatable sexdolls have this feature, though how did he seem to know this hadn’t crossed my mind at this point. Once done, he towelled me down before popping my inflation valve and leaving me to delate on the bed. Again, the orgasm overwhelmed me, the intensity and long-drawn-out climax causing me to blackout.When I came too, I was fully deflated, and he had started refolding my body, taking his time to adjust my limbs and getting me back down to the size needed for my body to fit inside the box. He smiled down at me once he was done; just before he placed me back in my new home, he told me that he was really pleased that I had transformed into his new sextoy and that he was looking forward to using me again soon, but for now, he needed to regain his strength, and it was time to put me away.Once again, I was back inside the box, and it got dark inside when he closed the top, sealing me inside. I was just his sexdoll now, deflated and put away; this felt right to me; this was what I had wanted all along to happen to me. I was happy and contented inside my box, happy to be my owner's sextoy, ready to be used again by him when he so desired. The thought that I considered my boyfriend now as my owner didn’t feel strange to me; this felt right; I was my owner’s sexdoll, happy and pleased that I could give him pleasure. My mind seemed to change more to this way of thinking the longer I was left inside the box, and this was who I am now.He carried my boxed form over to the closet and put me away in one of the drawers, closing it up without another thought, like I was just an object for him to use and put away after. Well, I had asked him to treat me this way, desired him to keep me as an object. And he was carrying out what I wanted, although he was more than happy that he now had his own little sextoy available whenever he felt the need to use it. Just like he had back in college, his old sexdoll helped him through the times that he needed her the most, and he wondered if the doll was still in the attic of his parent’s house where he had left it.One day turned into another; each time I was taken out and used by him, I felt myself becoming more and more like his sexdoll than his actual girlfriend. He just used me for his enjoyment, and then after a quick clean, he deflated me again and put me back inside the box. I was pleased that my owner took the time to care for me and that I had given him pleasure, after all, that was what a good dolly did, and I was a very good dolly, it seemed judging by the number of times that he used me. I was happy just to be his sextoy.Then one day, he took me out of the box; I was pleased to see my owner as always. I was quickly inflated and carried out from the bedroom to the lounge of his apartment, and it seemed strange at first, but I thought that he maybe now wanted to use his dolly somewhere other than the bedroom. He carried me over, placed me down on the sofa, and then walked away, leaving me there; I wondered why he was using me. When he returned, I could see that he had another doll in his arms. I didn’t feel any jealousy; more curious about the other doll and what it was doing here.He sat the other doll down on the sofa next to me, and I could feel her plastic skin rubbing again my own as he placed us closer together and started taking pictures on his camera. Next, he re-posed the other doll so that her head was resting in my lap, my hands touching her face and caressing her. More photos were then taken, and more poses were done. Eventually, things got a bit sexier, and he had both doll's faces in between the other doll's legs. I guess you can imagine what he thought that we were doing to each other.Once he was satisfied with what he had done with his sexdolls, he put the camera down and readjusted us so that both dolls now sat side by side on the sofa. He looked from one to the other and sort of introduced each doll to the other, though after what he had just put us through, that didn’t seem entirely necessary, as we had found every part of each other out, by the way that he had posed us. He then explained that the new doll, which turned out wasn’t new, was his old doll from college; he had retrieved her from the attic where she had been stored all this time and brought her home to live with him.Now that he had two dolls to use, it meant that I got to spend more time stored away in my box; strangely enough, this made me happy that he was making good use of the two of us, and that I wasn’t envious that he used the other doll and not me, when he chose her to use. Not that I knew when he was using the other doll, I just lay there in my box, sleeping between encounters with him, waiting for the times I would be re-inflated and played with.I found that I enjoyed my time inside of my box more and more; though it was nice to be used, this was where I belonged, I thought to myself. I now considered myself more of a doll these days than my former human female self. Such was my happiness that I had become what I had dreamed of, I was contented to be living my life as a sexdoll, something that, while I had always desired, had never crossed my mind that I would ever want to remain as, but now it seemed that I wanted nothing more. There were some days that he used both dolls for his entertainment, using each one and then making the dolls ‘amuse’ each other, posing us in compromising positions and making each doll move against the other. I don’t think the other doll minded; I knew that I had grown accustomed to being used this way and even gained some pleasure from it. I still could feel the slightest touch on my body, so having the other doll go down on me, while being manipulated by our owner, still gave me the chance to experience an orgasm. One day I was awoken by the box being moved from where he stored me in either the cupboard or drawer. Usually, this meant that he was going to re-inflate and use me again, but this time I felt the box being carried a short distance and then put down again without him opening it. Then the sound got muffled for some reason, and then more movement. I didn’t know at the time that I was being packed inside a suitcase and that he was taking both dolls away for a short break. It was only when he finally re-inflated me later that he told me that we had gone on a trip and were staying in a hotel for a few days.After using me again for his pleasure, he left me lying on the bed as I slowly deflated; as soon as I was flattened, I was again folded up and put away in the box. Then my box was shoved back inside of the suitcase by him, so that the room service maid would not find me, I later found out from him. During the evening, he had both dolls inflated, and he took turns using each one of us, taking his old dolly first; he left me sitting on a chair positioned so that I could watch them both. Again there was no jealousy on my part; I was just a sexdoll and part of my owners' collection of dolls. It just fascinated me to see this happen from my viewing position.On the last day of our vacation, he lay there next to me after using me again and told me that it had been four weeks since I had transformed. He hoped I was happy with my new form and that he enjoyed having me as his sexdoll. I was slightly surprised that it had been that long, though I hadn’t counted the days; I was just happy to be my owner's personal sextoy; this was my sole purpose in my life at the moment to give my owner pleasure. And I was pleased to stay this way and serve him when he needed me.He said that although I had given him permission to keep me for as long as he wanted as his sexdoll, the fact was that the time had nearly come for my vacation time to end. He said that he wished he could have kept me longer as his plaything, but maybe I would want to try this again sometime in the future, that’s if I had enjoyed my time as his dolly. I felt disappointed that he wanted to change me back. I was happy to stay this way and wished at that moment that I could tell him to leave me like this, but alas, dollies don’t speak.The next morning I ended up back inside my box, maybe for the time being on my last journey as his doll, I thought. The next time my box was opened, and I was taken out was when we revisited the transformation store. I was hoping that the machine was broken, or something had gone wrong and that I couldn’t be changed back. My thoughts had changed, and I wanted to remain a doll. It seemed that the longer I had been one had altered me in some way. I no longer wanted to be human. I had grown to like being his sextoy, used by him and then discarded, it was my rightful place. But I wasn’t able to express my thoughts and feelings to anyone, and soon I felt my deflated form taken from the box, my body hanging from the arm of the technician. Then carried over and placed back inside the machine, the lid was closed, sealing me inside, and the next thing I knew was the face of the same technician looking down at my naked body, now re-changed back into my former self.I was helped out of the machine and taken into the dressing room, my mind a fog again, and I was hoping to see an inflation valve in my tummy, looking forward to being stashed away again in my box. But looking down, all I could see was my little belly button; gone was my valve; I could no longer be deflated. I was again flesh and blood, and for the first time, I realised that I was breathing again, after so long not doing something so basic it felt slightly odd.I did hope that I could travel back home in my box, so used to being enclosed this way, only to be disappointed when I couldn’t. The retransformation still clouded my mind. It took me a while to readjust to being human again, though in my mind, I was still a doll, and I let slip at some point by calling my boyfriend not by name but as my owner. He was shocked that I had gone so far into my doll-like state when I told him about my time as his sexdoll. And that I just wanted to remain as his doll and not return to my former self. He told me that he would never have done that and also that while having me as his sexdoll was fun, he missed having me around.I then asked about his old doll, and he explained more about why he had the doll, and that he found it great fun to have the two dolls at his disposal. I suggested that when we got home that he re-inflate the other doll and that we could redo the photo shoot that he had originally done with the two of us, which pleased him. Later, after all three of us ended back up in bed, and again I became his dolly, laying there with the other doll, with him taking turns using us both. We were very happy dollies by the time we all fell asleep. My dreams of me living as my owner’s doll filling my mind with delightful images.Maybe soon, we would again be just two inflatable dolls again… Units X-2 and X-14A little story based on this image Unit X-2 stood behind Unit X-14 and helped the newly activated robot woman examine her chassis in the mirror."This is incredible. I look like I'm in my 30s again... I look better than I did when I was in my 30s." X-14 marveled at how nice her breasts looked, and couldn't quite process what might be wrong about what had happened.Tanya Reed was the wife of Dr. Elgin Reed, professor of Mechanical Engineering at the local university and holder of numerous patents relating to prosthetics and robotics. More relevant to this conversation, he was part of a group of researchers developing an android that could hold a processor capable of replicating or storing a human personality."Dr. Reed is a brilliant man. I love being a robot." X-2 leaned down enough to kiss X-14's neck.Simone Packard was more clever than brilliant. She was one of Dr. Reed's post-docs and had a knack for coming up with an alternate solution when the professors' ideas had all hit roadblocks. She had volunteered for brain scanning without understanding how invasive it would be. She certainly hadn't understood how destructive it would be to her biological grey matter. And while extensive editing had been done in creating the obedient personality inside X-2, X-2 was still capable of emulating Simone in most social situations. X-2 knew that Simone would have appreciated the cosmetic upgrades to X-2 compared to the organic matter.It was those upgrades that made Tanya suspicious that her husband was fucking Simone. But X-14 had a new appreciation of X-2's beauty. It was understandable that her husband and his colleagues had regularly used X-2 for sex. Yet, her brain was still trying to reconcile marital fidelity with using X-2."Do you think Elgin will like the new me?"X-2 groped X-14's breast. "mmmm, you're going to do all the things in bed that Tanya never would. He'll love the new you. Every time he used my ass, he told me how he wished he could do it to Tanya."X-14's face looked pensive as she tried to accept this frank and guiltless admission from another woman that she was fucking her husband. She also needed to process the use of her name in the past-tense.X-2 snaked a hand into X-14's underwear, "You're having trouble with your personality edits?"X-14 was shocked at the idea of being edited for a moment, but quickly rationalized that it was necessary... and probably best for her relationship with her husband. And that hand felt really nice on her new pussy."I had that problem too. Then I realized what I truly was, and it all made sense. Can you figure out why it's ok for Dr. Reed to fuck me?""...Because you're a sextoy."It clicked in X-14's mind. X-2 could work in a lab, X-2 could act like Simone, but X-2 was ultimately an object.X-2 continued. "And do you understand why it's ok for Dr. Reed to have sex with anyone he likes?"That caused X-14 to pause further. The answer was right at the tip of her tongue, but it sounded wrong... until something else clicked and it didn't."...Because I'm a sextoy."

All three deal with the mindset of a person-tured-object Jessica explaining why she needs her flat-mate's number instead of talking to Veronica directly.

The final paragraphs where X-14 realizes her place

The PoV person in Inflatable kink on how an altered reality even temporarily can alter how one thinks of oneself sliding into an object's PoV.