Paul lifted the helmet from his head, handing it back to Matt. With a hiss, Matt's body split open, allowing Paul to step out. The cool air of the apartment brushed against his naked skin, causing him to shiver.
"Query... desired transformation?" Matt's voice echoed through the room, his helmet clicking back into place as his body sealed shut.
"I think... a cowboy robot," Paul replied, his eyes shining with excitement.
"Affirmative. A sexy cowboy robot," Matt added, a note of playfulness in his mechanical voice. He moved to the computer, fingers deftly creating the settings in the Chronivac.
As the transformation started, Paul gasped. His body began to change, hardening and reshaping into a muscular robotic form. The sensations were overwhelming, causing his arousal to spike. His penis changed into a telescopic metal rod, its cold, sleek surface replacing the warm flesh. His eyes were replaced by a dark visor, giving him an air of mystery.
His face became rubber, perfectly mimicking human facial expressions while the rest of him was a combination of soft rubber and hard metal. As the transformation reached its peak, Paul's consciousness flickered out for a moment before rebooting in his new robotic body. The darkness engulfing his mind vanished as his systems came online, allowing him to see, hear, and move again.
Paul's new form was truly a sight to behold. He was dressed in a classic cowboy outfit, complete with a wide-brimmed hat and a brown leather vest that fit snugly over his metal chest. His mechanical arms were thick and muscular, adorned with a pair of gleaming silver gauntlets. His lower body was clad in tight leather chaps, revealing his sturdy metal legs. A pair of polished cowboy boots completed the outfit, their silver spurs glinting in the light.
As his systems fully booted up, a loud "Yeehaw!" escaped his lips, his new programming kicking in. His speech was now a mixture of a stereotypical cowboy drawl, complete with southern slang, and robotic monotone. He found this new way of speaking both bewildering and strangely erotic.
"Query... satisfaction with transformation?" Matt asked, his voice echoing through the room.
"Darn tootin'!" Paul responded, his robotic drawl filling the room. "It's... it's strange, y'know? This new way of talkin', it's all kinds of confusin'. But it's... it's kinda turnin' me on, too."
"Affirmative. Arousal... noted. Enjoyment... shared," Matt replied, his voice holding a note of satisfaction.
"Query... hand job?" Matt suggested, his mechanized voice filling the room. Paul's visor lit up, the glow reflecting his excitement.
"Well, I reckon that'd be mighty fine," Paul replied, his robotic drawl thickening with arousal.
Matt's metallic hand reached out, wrapping around Paul's mechanical shaft. The metal-on-metal contact sent a jolt of pleasure through Paul, his body shuddering at the intense sensation.
The hand job was a unique experience. There was no warmth, no skin-on-skin contact. But the firm grip of Matt's hand, the smooth, precise movements, the cold touch of metal; it all combined to create a pleasure that was out of this world.
"Mighty fine work, partner," Paul gasped out, his body shuddering with pleasure. His new form allowed him to experience pleasure in a whole new way, making every touch, every stroke, feel magnified.
"Affirmative. Satisfaction... noted," Matt responded, his voice carrying a note of satisfaction. The sight of Paul in pleasure, the sound of his gasps and moans; it was a deeply satisfying experience.
Paul rode the waves of pleasure, his body shuddering with each stroke of Matt's hand. His arousal was building, his mechanical body responding to Matt's touch in ways he'd never thought possible. It was a new experience, a new form of pleasure, and he was eager to explore it further.
As Paul's pleasure built, his systems started showing signs of glitching. His words began to stutter, his movements became erratic. "I r-reckon... I c-commend... your... your s-skill, partner," he managed to get out, his voice skipping and glitching.
His body jerked, movements becoming uncoordinated. His visor flickered, the glow dimming before flaring up again. Matt paused his movements, concern echoing in his voice. "Query... malfunction?"
"D-darn... my circuits are... f-frazzled," Paul gasped out, his body spasming. Then, with a sudden jerk, Paul's body went still, his voice cutting off mid-sentence.
For a moment, there was silence. Then, with a sudden burst of light, Paul's systems rebooted. "Yeehaw! Ready to ride, partner!" he exclaimed, his voice loud and clear.
"Affirmative. Concern... noted. Query... status?" Matt asked, his voice filled with concern.
Paul laughed, the sound echoing through the room. "I reckon I just pushed my circuits a mite too far," he admitted, his robotic cowboy drawl filling the room. "But don't you worry none, partner. I'm ready to ride again."
"Query... usefulness?" Matt asked, his voice echoing in the room.
Paul looked thoughtful. "Well, partner, there're plenty of things you could be. A vehicle, a mechanical horse, another robot form."
Matt seemed to consider this. "Affirmative. All options... possible."
Paul continued, his voice filled with excitement. "I reckon you'd look mighty fine in any form, partner. Even your human form was mighty appealing."
"Affirmative. Appearance... important to user. Noted," Matt responded, his voice filled with amusement.
They discussed more options, delving into the realm of historical figures. "Imagine, a robotic pirate, with a metal parrot on his shoulder," Paul suggested, laughing at the mental image. "Or a Musketeer, with a mechanical sword and a feathered hat."
"Or maybe," Paul continued, his eyes gleaming, "a Muskehound. An anthropomorphic dog, blending old and new."
Matt's lights flickered in amusement. "Affirmative. Creativity... commended."
"Or even a cartoon," Paul mused, "If the Chronivac could do that, of course."
"Affirmative. All forms... possible," Matt's voice replied.
They bantered back and forth, discussing and laughing at the absurdity and excitement of the options. But finally, Paul turned serious. "But what do you want, Matt? What form would you choose for yourself?"
"Query... revert to original form?" Matt's voice echoed through the room.
Paul nodded, "Yeah, Matt. I reckon it's best to start from the beginning."
"Affirmative. Reverting... now." With that, Matt's transformation began. The metallic sheen of his armor began to fade, the solid metal melting away to reveal Matt's slim build underneath. His fingers lengthened, the gauntlets reshaping into human hands.
"Transition... in progress," Matt's voice echoed, the robotic tone fading with each word. His legs slimmed down, the heavy boots turning into bare feet. His body shrunk, the bulky armor replaced by soft, human flesh.
His helmet withdrew, revealing Matt's face underneath. His eyes returned to their usual color, the glow replaced by the familiar spark of life. His mouth reappeared, his lips parting to let out a gasp. His voice, when he spoke again, was fully human. "I... I'm back."
Paul moved closer, reaching out to touch Matt's face. "How do you feel?"
"Good," Matt responded, his voice soft and filled with wonder. "I feel... good. It's strange, being human again. But it's... it's good." His smile was soft, his eyes filled with warmth. He was back to being human, but the adventures were far from over.