With an air of determination, Jeff finalized the first transformation settings and hit the start button. He leaned back, crossing his arms as he watched the effects take hold.
Boris stood still, curious yet apprehensive. The sensation began at his feet—a bizarre tingling that quickly escalated into something entirely new. He glanced down to see his toes melding together, the distinct digits losing their separation as if one solid entity.
"What the...?" Boris began, but the sight stole the rest of his words.
The skin on his feet rippled and shimmered, adopting a metallic sheen. It transformed swiftly into a meticulous silver armor, segment by segment until his feet resembled sleek metallic boots. Despite their appearance, Boris could feel every surface of the floor beneath him—this was no mere adornment. The cold, hard material felt integral, a part of his very being.
The transformation crept upward with purposeful precision, overtaking his ankles and shins. The silver hue traveled along his limbs, reshaping and refining them into smoothly articulated joints, devoid of imperfections. Boris watched, half-marveling, half-panicking, as the change consumed his thighs, rendering his legs entirely in metallic glory.
"They look...robotic," he murmured, flexing the mechanical legs, perplexed to discover that they moved at his command, even more fluidly than his original ones.
Jeff studied Boris intently, gauging his reaction. "Getting used to them already?" he mused with a half-smile, the balance of nervousness and excitement plain in his eyes.
Jeff took a steadying breath and initiated the second phase of the transformation. Boris, who was still acclimating to his new legs, felt an abrupt warmth envelop his arms. His eyes widened as he saw his skin start to ripple and shift in texture, much like his legs had before.
Starting from the wrists, his fingers thickened, their shape adopting a new form. They clinked as they drew together into intricate patterns of gold, forming what looked like powerful gauntlets. Boris flexed them, and the new golden joints responded without effort, each finger moving smoothly and independently.
The transformation continued to creep upwards towards his elbows, the silver merging seamlessly with the golden hue of his hands, creating a stark yet harmonious contrast. His forearms expanded, the metallic bulk adding an intimidating robustness to what were once ordinary limbs.
The color began changing at the elbows, the metal glistening in the light, casting reflections around the room. The transformation then spread to his upper arms, the silver dissipating to reveal a gleaming gold across his shoulders, lending him an air of regality.
"Whoa, talk about a makeover," Boris quipped, awe tinging his voice as he turned his new arms, taking in the artistry and strength within them. He balled his hands into fists, marveling at the blend of power and precision.
Jeff watched with a hint of pride in his handiwork, "Might take a bit getting used to, but I think they suit you," he commented, noting how the transformation seemed to complement the essence of his uncle.
Jeff chuckled, eyeing Boris with a mix of amusement and satisfaction. "Not quite a Robo Cop yet," he teased, as he tweaked the settings and initiated the next phase of the transformation.
Boris braced himself as he felt the changes take hold once more. This time, the sensation spread across his chest, a tingling warmth that soon hardened into a brilliant gold. The shiny metal enveloped his torso, molding into the shape of firm, strong chest muscles, detailed and defined, as though sculpted by an artist.
Near his right pectoral, the gold surface shifted briefly, forming a small rectangular display that mimicked a police badge. Boris couldn't help but crack a small smile at the clever nod to his profession.
Beneath his chest, the transformation continued, aligning metal plates to simulate a well-toned abdomen, their smooth contours both familiar yet foreign to Boris. His body felt like a fortress, strong and protective.
As the changes drew nearer to his waist, a hint of concern flickered across Boris's face. "Uh, Jeff... about my private parts," he started, a touch hesitant.
Jeff grinned wider, amused but reassuring. "Don't worry, Uncle." As Boris's lower body continued to morph, his fears turned into reality. His penis transformed, becoming a unique telescopic metal rod that retracted neatly into his body, a hatch forming over it for coverage. Another hatch covered his behind.
Boris shifted on his feet, getting a feel for his new form. "Well, that's... different," he commented, a mixture of awkwardness and curiosity.
With a mix of metallic sheen and formidable power, Boris stood as a remarkable fusion of man and machine. His body—towering and sleek—held a human head, the sole reminder of his former self, perched atop the golden masterpiece that was now his form.
A hint of uncertainty in his voice, Boris asked, "Is it done yet?"
Jeff smirked, eyes alight with anticipation. "The best is still to come," he replied, pressing the ultimate sequence of transformations.
This time, the changes focused on Boris's head. He felt an odd sensation washing over him, a softness at the edges of his consciousness. His vision blurred, then darkness consumed him as his mind transitioned into a new state—transferred and digitized into a complex program within his own internal systems.
Meanwhile, Boris's physical head reshaped, the skin hardening into a durable helmet-like form. His eyes transformed, becoming a single sleek visor capable of displaying a range of emotions, a vivid counterpoint to his new robotic exterior.
Within moments, Boris's mind rebooted. At first, he floated in a vast emptiness, his thoughts reeling without anchor. But gradually, as each subsystem came online—representing the distinct senses and operations of his new body—he began to piece together the world again.
Clarity returned, the visor flickering to life with a warm glow. The display on his chest blinked, reading "Off Duty" in sleek lettering. Comforted, Boris realized that despite the drastic alterations, he still felt and acted like himself.
He examined his hands—golden, powerful—and stretched his legs, dancing bits of data informing him of their operation. It was still him in there, adapting and embracing the wonders of his new form.
Jeff watched gleefully, noting the fluidity of his uncle's movements. "How do you feel?"
"Like I'm still me," Boris replied, his visor subtly shifting to mimic a small smile, "Just... with a few upgrades."
Jeff stepped back, a playful glint in his eye. "Now comes the fun part," he announced with a chuckle. "Attention!"
As if reacting to a magnetic pull, Boris's body instantly snapped to a stiff pose, his hand raised in a crisp salute. His visor flashed briefly, the display now reading "On Duty", echoing a readiness that coursed through his entire system.
"How do you feel now?" Jeff inquired, observing his uncle's military-perfect stance.
Boris's response came in a measured, robotic cadence. "All systems are operating within specified parameters, Sir!" The word "Sir" rolled off his new automated tongue naturally, almost programmed into him.
He stood there, feeling each of Jeff's words as directives etched into his core. There was an undeniable correctness to it—each command aligning seamlessly with his new state of being.
"At ease," Jeff instructed, watching as Boris's posture softened, his arms dropping to his sides in a more relaxed manner.
Once freed from the command's brief grip, Boris shifted, taking in the experience with hesitant curiosity. "That was... weird," he admitted, his visor flickering to express the faintest quirk of amusement or questioning. "It's like I had to follow your orders, just like a robot would."
Jeff shrugged playfully. "Well, you are technically a robot now," he pointed out with a grin, admiring the blend of loyalty and humanity still present in his uncle's transformed frame.
Jeff couldn't help but chuckle as he watched Boris standing there, robotic and attentive, like a soldier awaiting orders. "Now let's see what else you could come up with for me," he mused aloud, his grin playful.
Boris's visor flickered with what might have been a hint of confusion, but any hesitation was swiftly replaced by decisive operation as Jeff issued his next command. "Attention!"
Boris immediately snapped back into a rigid pose, his salute sharp and precise. His systems hummed with readiness as he awaited the next directive.
"Set the Chronivac to transform me," Jeff commanded, "and make sure it's creative. I want it to mirror your deepest fantasies, fetishes, and kinks."
With those words, Boris's programming took over, and he dutifully moved to the computer. His golden fingers danced across the keyboard as he executed Jeff's command. His onboard systems combed through stored memories and subconscious desires, converting thoughts and fantasies into tangible data for transformation.