Nate jumped at the Chronivac’s suggestion of a random change. “No no, that’s okay! I don’t want to get stuck as a donkey or something.” He laughed nervously, “Just give me a minute to think.”
“Yes you do sir,” Owen’s synthetic voice spoke up.
Nate blinked, “What?”
“You like the idea of being stuck a donkey,” the screen’s display updated. The small model of his current appearance took up less of the screen, and the rest started showing a remarkable amount of personal information about the young man.
“N-no I don’t. You just got me thinking about it again. That’s all.” He rubbed the back of his head, “I really should have thought this through before you got here.”
Nate scrolled through some of his biography data. Owen had everything up to and including his current hunger level. (He was apparently “Peckish.”) There was a Chronivac-specific section which listed out Nate’s preferred transformations. They were stack ranked by desire, and Nate was surprised to see donkey at the top of the list.
Owen hadn’t just transcribed the information Nate had given him either. Nate had thrown out “Dragon” as an example mythical creature, but he didn’t actually have much interest in scales. Sure enough, Owen didn’t write it down. He was also a bit too shy to mention that he was specifically interested in pet dogs, and yet there it was towards the top of his list.
“I… okay. Maybe I’d like to try a donkey tail. Can you do timed changes Owen?” Nate asked nervously. “Ten minutes with a donkey tail should be fine.”
“I can do that sir,” Owen replied. “Although you don’t want ten minutes with a donkey tail. You want to be stuck as a donkey.”
“I’m not turning myself as a farm animal Owen,” Nate blushed.
“That’s not what I’m proposing sir,” Owen chirped, “You want to feel the sense of loss of control. You want the embarrassment of your friends and colleagues seeing you become a lowly beast.” Owen paused, “Am I wrong?”
Nate went flush. Having an AI blatantly describe what made him tick was a novel experience.
“You’re not wrong,” Nate gulped. “Owen, give me a donkey tail for the next ten minutes and tell me what you’re proposing.”
True to his word, Owen was able to give Nate a short tasseled tail. He sat down at his kitchen counter and swished it behind a barstool as he listened to the device scheme.
“Enjoying the tail sir?” Owen asked playfully, “You could give the same type of order and make yourself a donkey. But that’s not what you’re going for. You want it to be unexpected and out of your control.”
“Uh huh…” Nate nodded, still staring at the tail.
“So give me the control,” Owen said bluntly. “Set some parameters and let me surprise you.”
“You can do that?” Nate sat up, staring down at the gadget.
“I can,” Owen replied. “You’d like a donkey transformation. You’d like it to be embarrassing and public. Specify a time period and I’ll get it done.”
“Can I change back if I don’t like it…?” Nate gulped, running his fingers through the fur on his tail.
The metal device sat there for several moments.
“Not during the specified time period,” Owen finally said. “You should instruct me to lock you out of my controls after I switch into autonomous mode sir.”
Nate felt his pants get tight. An arousal meter started to grow on the screen.
“And afterwards?” Nate gulped.
Owen responded much faster this time, “If you’d like sir.” He spoke in a proud tone of voice, “I intend to do a good job.”
Nate squirmed on the chair, “Do you speak donkey Owen?”
“Yes sir,” the gadget actually laughed, “You are smart to check however. Earlier versions of my AI construct did not.”
Oh god. Nate could just picture himself on all fours as a donkey frantically braying at the device to change him back. How many Chronivac users had gotten stuck in states like that?
“Why would you tell me that Owen!?” Nate rubbed his head. His arousal meter jumped noticeably higher. “Fuck, change screens please!”
“Of course sir.” The Chronivac’s display updated.
Nate wasn’t expecting a block of text. He sat up, reading the screen. Owen had already written a proposed script while they had been talking. Nate would set the Chronivac into autonomous mode. The AI construct Owen would be given full leeway over Nate’s form and reality. Nate would be locked out of giving Owen any further commands. Owen would be tasked with transforming Nate into a donkey in such a way that would fluster and embarrass the man. During this period of autonomy, Owen was also to ensure Nate’s safety. At the end of the specified duration, Owen would exit autonomous mode and again begin receiving commands from Nate. The Chronivac explicitly had to leave Nate in such a state that he could give actionable orders to the device, and his original profile would need to be saved and backed up to ensure a smooth restoration. If desired.
Proposed Duration: 3 Months.
Nate stared at the script. It looked good. Owen had covered all his concerns, but…
“Owen three months is a long time,” Nate gulped as he scrolled to the end of the text.
“The transformation may not happen all at once sir,” Owen replied. “I’d like to ensure enough time for the reality of your new situation to sink in.”
Well that was ominous. “How about we start with a week?” Nate gulped.
“Three months would be better,” Owen said curtly.
“Maybe one month?” Nate rubbed the base of his back. The tail has vanished while he was focused on reading the text.
“No. Three months.” Owen’s voice was stern. “Do you want to be in control or not?”
Nate looked down at the device. Was he… being ordered around by an AI? Did he want to be? Three months was a long time, but Owen clearly knew what made him tick. This would be fine, right? He waited several moments before finally giving the device his reply.