...you’re taken by surprise as a tube inserts itself into your mouth! The tube, a silvery thing, is connected to something in the back of your pod. You can feel the tube forcing its way down your throat, a lack of pain thankfully accompanying the insertion; the only feeling being a fullness in your belly as the thing settles inside. Your lack of gag reflex isn’t surprising, but there’s a clear heaviness you’re starting to feel in you as something starts to push through the hose.
“Right, so what this says is that it’s going to pump you full of nanites to replace your internal bits with something inorganic. Once that’s done, they can work on solidifying you into something real strong.” She seems pleased, which makes you pleased; eugh, another endorphin rush. It’s like you’re a friggin dog with her. “I was lucky that I was able to find the whole kit; nanites too.” She’s talking to keep herself entertained, you too you’re guessing. “A Federation military transport got crushed in an uncharted asteroid field hauling some supplies to one of their colony worlds. Lucky to get there first; they ain’t happy, but heh, that’s spacing.”
Oh, so you’re fugitives, you think. That’s fun, sarcasm mode on. Though, that little voice is not only rationalizing her argument; that it’s just the laws of space, but also telling you that it’s probably not so bad. And even if it is, you’re kick ass and will keep her safe. Eugh. You internally groan, again, as you try and focus on something else, anything else, than the fact that you know that you’d kill and die for her without hesitation if necessary; not that you want to, but you know, deep in your heart, that you would.
Your prayers are answered by focusing on how heavy your gut feels. Nothing appears different yet, but you feel like you just had a really big meal; faintly bloated and lethargic. Focusing and thinking about it produces a little visual progress map of your body that shows that the nanites have saturated your guts and stomach, and are beginning to spread to your heart. Okay. Then they’ll go through your bloodstream and you’ll get fully converted and then the next phases will start.
Cool.
You actually mean it.
It’s annoying to admit how cool the whole change is. Yes, you don’t want it, but the overall experience of being turned into a super robot is a fundamentally awesome concept. At least, that’s what you’re willing to admit now. The voice has won, though maybe it didn’t have to do much to convince you.
Your mind wanders to your change as your owner’s voice quiets. Much as you’d like to listen to her (only partially sarcastic there, annoyingly again), she’s stopped talking and is playing a little game. Leaves you time with your own thoughts. About how you can feel a tightness in your chest, a pressure in your heart as what was a pump for blood becomes a pump to change you. Your heart stops for a moment and then starts again with a perfectly regular rhythm, a sense of intense pleasure beginning to fill you.
Change feels good. The fluids pumping through you are sending that same electric sensation you felt earlier through every inch of your body. It’s intense, each nerve alight with tingling bliss, electric and delicious. You want to experience every iota of it, as only your imposed immobility prevents you from writhing in the pod. It’s concentrated between your legs, at your zipper. You can feel a pressure on it, some invisible hand pushing on your most sensitive part. Your body spasms, involuntarily, as a surge of electricity passes through you, touching off every nerve at once, as if it spreads the zipper’s sensitivity through you. When you finally have the senses to see again, body still sparking with bliss from whatever that was, you notice the zipper is gone, leaving you with a smooth curve between your legs.
A pushing sensation around your body seems to follow that delightful little interlude, as if the pressure on your once more sensitive bits was only the beginning. Once more invisible hands begin to massage your back, kneading deeply and starting to compress purple mass into a leaner form. You can feel how yielding your body is, how that pushing fills you with a deep sense of satisfaction as you’re compressed down, smaller and smaller, losing inch by inch. Your chest begins to lose mass as well, beginning to push the two orbs into one rounded mass, making it more streamlined. That movement is another that sends your nerves alight, concentrated on your chest but rapidly spreading as your purple covered frame becomes more and more streamlined, less like a human and more like a human shaped robot.
There’s a feeling of bulking in your hands, an obvious sensation of mass from your now smaller frame being pushed into them, fingers growing larger and fatter, as your forearms lose their wrists and become teardrop shaped into large five fingered hands. They’re hardly human, these are, and you involuntarily move your now large almost sausage fingers; somehow more dexterous than your old human hands. You do feel strangely empty though, like there should be something in your forearms. Your feet get the treatment next, a massage almost perfunctory as they push your toes in, leaving you a rounded boot like thing, purple and unadorned like the rest of you. A moment later, you feel mass beginning to spread there, boots being massaged out into rounded wide stumps, smoothly narrowing into streamlined legs still retaining mostly human shape. They feel empty too, like your calves and ankles should have something else there.
You have a few moments to get used to your new larger hands and feet before the tube jerks, pulling away and retreating but leaving most of it inside of your mouth. You can’t help but feel numb there and you’re almost not surprised when you can feel and see your throat and mouth filling in, leaving your face mouthless. A push inwards spreads your nose out, smushing it over your face and leaving you with a cute rounded oval, feminine and rounded like the rest of you but hardly a person’s face, though the same shape. Your eyes feel themselves stretched a little larger, like someone’s pulling on your eyelids, glowing purple as your skin. Finally, your long neglected hair clumps itself up, your scalp feeling tugged on as black cords of wires bunch themselves into being behind you, leaving you with what you know are connection ports to let you link with other systems.
Your owner perks up as she sees the tablet inform her that you’ve finished with Phase 4 after about three standard hours, your own internal monitor telling you the same even if it did feel much shorter for you. You’ve got a few moments to think as she pushes another button, and you….