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Comm: The Fembot's Flaw
🕑 Added 2024-06-16 14:07:28 +0000 UTCSummary: A shapeshifting robot was sent from the future to assassinate a prominent programmer, but when her programming is overridden by erotic code, she falls in love instead. A comm for an anonymous user.
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Dr. Amelia Rose was a leading scientist at EasyOut Solutions, a research and development conglomerate at the forefront of emerging technologies, getting ready to clock in for another day at the lab. She was eager to get started; the project she was on had experienced repeated delays due to funding deficiencies, coupled with supply issues, nevermind all of the legal hurdles. She had a lot of spinning plates to deal with, which made it of paramount importance that she get to the office in a timely manner; the slightest deviation in her carefully planned out routine caused her blood pressure to rise.
Which made it all the more annoying that, when she was directing her personal vehicle through the security checkpoint, despite buzzing her ID against the scanner, the security bar did not rise for her to enter. She tried it once again, then twice over; her eyebrows furrowed, growing increasingly frustrated. She turned her head, spotting a moving figure in her peripheral vision; she had spotted a thin, wiry security guard manning the gate check outpost, popping his head through the window.
"Excuse me!" She called out. "Can you buzz me through? I need some help getting in, it won't take my card!" She called out.
"Gotta get it done inside, ma'am!" The guard replied with a frantic shrug. "We're having tech issues with the card reader, and it'll be a bit until a mechanic arrives to take a look at it..."
"What? But I saw the guy ahead of me get buzzed through, no problem!" She blurted. "Just let me through, I have a packed schedule today!"
"Gotta follow protocol, ma'am, or it's my ass on blast." The guard shook his head. "I insist."
Grumbling under her breath, she parked the car where it sat and kicked open the driver side door, her heels clicking against the pavement. "I'm way too important to the functioning of this place to be treated like a common outsider... he should know who I am just from looking at me."
As she entered the security office, she sighed, shaking her head and brandishing her pass. "Okay, so what do you need from... from me...?"
Dr. Rose paused as she looked at the security guard, her eyes drawn to his lower body; it smoothed out into a deformed, bloblike mass, which shined like chrome.
Suddenly, a silver tendril split from the mass and coiled around her ankle, binding her feet and pulling them out from under her so that she landed squarely on her ass. She was unceremoniously dragged underneath the desk by the tentacles.
She opened her mouth to blurt something, or scream for help, but as soon as she did, a tentacle slipped into her mouth and plunged down her throat, gagging her in the process. She let out a muffled squeak of terror as the chrome ooze loomed over her, tendrils coiling and shapeshifting into a more humanoid shape, a feminine torso connected to the puddle via an elongated midriff.
"I actually need your body, Dr. Rose. Your mind too. And your ID." The chrome slime woman sneered with a wide, wicked grin. "How else am I going to get into the facility?"
Her eyes widened in terror as she saw the chrome, silver mass puddle further away from below the guard, watching as another humanoid form rose and shapeshifted before her; working as if clay sculpted by an artisan, she gawked as she saw her features pop out, chest inflate, curves swell into shape, mimicked perfectly down to the stress-induced wrinkled on her expression.
"You alright miss? That was quite a fall..."
"I-I'm quite alright... let's just get this over with."
The captive Dr. Rose's eyes widened as she heard an approximation of her own voice, conveyed through the puppeted facsimile of herself. From the waist up, she looked almost indistinguishable, though from below, it was all mercurial metal slime. Nanomachines, perhaps? They prattled on as if nothing untoward was happening, as if she wasn't trapped, bound and gagged under the desk and out of sight.
The metal slime woman fawned over her curves, licking her lips with a long, almost serpentine tongue. "Ah, your freckled chest, your bunned-up red hair... by my analysis, you're a DD cup? But you bind them up so tight..." She reached for Dr. Rose's cleavage...
"!!!" She kicked at the metal slime woman with her stiletto heel, pushing her back and leaving the imprint of her foot against her lip; the amorphous woman licked her lips as she leaned in closer.
"Now now, there's no need to be so obstinate. You'll be happier inside me, so don't struggle." The metal slime woman purred, two more tendrils of ooze slithering towards the woman's thick thighs; they coiled possessively around her legs, lifting them in the air and spreading them wide, exposing her lacey black panties; the slime woman flexed her hand, the tips of her fingers sharpening into blades, as she slashed the thin fabric to ribbons, clearing a path for a torrent of ooze to flood Dr. Rose's lower body in pulsating waves.
Dr. Rosa let out a shriek of terror as tendrils invaded her lower body, the tip of her gag descending deeper into the pit of her stomach. She could feel the slime pooling in her womb, her body rocking involuntarily as she futilely struggled to repel the invading creature, but she was held still by the blanket of slime enveloping her body. The slime creature clutched the back of her head, and pressed her face deeper into her voluptuous cleavage.
"Ohhhh I can feel it..." She licked her lips, stroking the captive scientist's messy red hair softly. "Don't worry, it'll all be over soon."
The scientist's struggles muffled as she was drawn deeper into the semi-liquid flesh, her sensations muting and lost to darkness. The metal slime woman's flesh undulated in pulsing waves, expanding to envelope the human entirely. A network of nanomachines worked rapidly to flood the woman's veins, capitulating bones and flesh, analyzing the contents of her brain, converting it to data, and downloading it to her own databanks. The slime devoured the woman's mind, her memories, her emotions and personality, disseminating it into building blocks for her own use...
The metal slime woman's skin sank as she felt the human trapped inside her begin to collapse, disintegrating like cotton candy submerged in water. The useful parts remained however; her brilliant mind, and all the secrets and access codes she needed for her mission.
While her two puppets prattled on, the slime woman collapsed to the floor, her mass travelling up the skirt of the duplicate she had made of Dr. Rose. She pushed up her glasses as she slid the access card back into her breast pocket.
"That'll be all ma'am." The faux security guard muttered for appearances.
"About time." The false Dr. Rose muttered, pacing back out of the building and back to her car. Within her palm, a set of car keys manifested, and slid into her fingers, so that she could activate the ignition and be on her merry way; the false copy of the guard melted into ooze and trickled up her leg.
The side of her head shuddered, small tendrils of liquid ooze coiling together to form a metallic earpiece. She tapped it with one finger.
"Mission log: AI-da model v13.76 reporting in. It is eight fifty seven and thirty eight seconds." She said, pronouncing her name like "eye-dah". "I have taken on the alias of Dr. Amelia Rose, and removed evidence of subterfuge. The mission to assassinate Dr. Gerald Bouncer is underway; pending analysis of situational variables, all signs indicate mission success is imminent."
She lowered her hand as she approached an underground parking lot, and prepared to take on Dr. Rose's persona upon entry. She needed to analyze her personality profile, so as to properly replicate her mannerisms and trick everyone into letting her penetrate into the deepest recesses of the facility. Nothing short of perfection was permissible.
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Jasmine was getting worried. She was an assistant at EasyOut Solutions under Dr. Rose, who seemed to be running late. She recalled being briefed that if something seemed amiss, she ought to report it to security, but she shrugged it off, figuring it might've had something to do with traffic. She had no way of knowing the present status of the security detail without asking about it directly, and even if she did, she wasn't authorized to access that sort of information.
She tried to busy herself, pouring over her notes from the prior experiments, oblivious to the silvery ooze flowing from a nearby ventilation shaft. It undulated towards the tiled floor, the glossy surface spreading across the floor, its texture shimmering until it took on the shape and pattern of the floor. Jasmine looked over her shoulder, wondering if someone was in the room with her, but she spotted nothing out of place.
She fussed with her short black hair, agonizing whether she should begin with the day's experiments without her supervisor. Surely she'd arrive any moment now. She paced anxiously around the lab, oblivious that the ground beneath her was alien; for all intents and purposes it was an identical emulation.
Jasmine remained oblivious as a pillar of ooze rose up behind her, features hardening and shifting, as if being moulded into shape by a pair of invisible hands. Tendrils of thin hair sprouted from the top, sliding down her back, as her body wobbled to restore its luscious curves. Restoring the humanoid shape she had co-opted from Dr. Rose, she licked her lips and pointed a finger towards Jasmine.
Jasmine froze, feeling someone's eyes were upon her. She turned her head, and momentarily glanced at the mercurial slime form that now resembled her boss, only completely in the nude. The last thing she saw was the slime woman's pointed finger, moments before the tip of her finger sharpened into a needle point, before rapidly elongating, driving through Jasmine's forehead like a weaponized ice pick.
Jasmine's voice caught in her throat as she mutedly gurgled, her jaw growing slack, the life fading from her eyes. The slime woman oozed forward, her tongue stretching to lick up a trickling droplet of blood protruding from the woman's forehead; the amorphous android had enough sense not to remove the weapon, and keep the wound sealed as to avoid unnecessary blood loss.
Jasmine's lifeless body tipped backwards, and threatened to fall over entirely, had it not been for a pair of thick tendrils that slithered up from the puddle underneath the slime woman, wrapping around her shoulders and propping her up, so that the slime woman could slither in closer, wrapping her arms around her. As she pulled Jasmine in between her cleavage, practically smothering her, a cocoon of slime weaved around the both of them, the android keen to envelope the body whole.
In a matter of moments, a pulsating slime cocoon rocked between the two. Its insides swelled to a molten temperature as Jasmine's body began to liquify within AI-da's embrace, every cell of her body being reduced and converted to the same nanotechnological goo that comprised the android. The cocoon expanded to its widened mass, before collapsing on itself, leaving two slime women in one another's arms, their eyes squinting, their jaws agape, two serpentine tongues coiling playfully around one another.
AI-da's mission was to assassinate a particular individual, and leave no trace of her existence. Disappearing the occupants of the lab was an efficient means to this end. Jasmine's memory, now assimilated to meld with her own, had little to offer; AI-da had already assimilated the other lab tech who owned the other security code, to penetrate deeper into the facility; consuming Jasmine was a personal treat.
BWEEWOOBWEEWOOBWEEWOO!
The two slime women silently glanced upwards; the entire facility blaring a shrill emergency siren, and a red light canvassing the room in a maroon hugh from the ceiling. The two slimes turned to each other, grinned, and fused back into one. Surely the man operating the security camera had observed her devouring a woman in plain sight and had started the alarm.
But no matter. She was already in the building, and she would not be made to leave until the mission was accomplished. Naked, the mercurial soles of her feet clicked against the hardwood floor as she headed for the lobby once again.
Baring herself fully, she stretched her arms over her head, arching her back as she presented herself to the two arms security guards she encountered not long after. Each of them toted a heavy assault rifle, pointed straight at her buxom. AI-da took note of her surroundings, noting the decorative lobby; she recalled the CEO embracing eastern aesthetics, installing a small river that travelled underneath a layer of reinforced glass.
"FREEZE!" One of the guards shouted. She chuckled, raising the back of her hand to her mouth.
"Those are some high-powered toys you got there," She purred, strutting forward. "Well, come on, unload a round or two!~"
The guards didn't hesitant, unleashing a volley of gunfire; AI-da moaned, recoiling as bullets tore through her gooey form, their red hot energy spreading within her. She fingered herself, drinking in the sensation of her body being forcibly stretched into one big erogenous zone. Her legs trembled, on the verge of collapse.
She slammed a stiletto-like heel into the glass underneath her feet, kicking a hole in the floor; she rapidly melted through the glass, congealing into a puddle and allowing herself to lazily flow along the river. The guards hurried forward, unleashing more bullets into the river, most of which passed harmlessly through her; her body wobbled, her voice an echoey, disembodied chuckle as she vibrated to convey sound.
CRACK!! Once she had shifted underneath the guards, she shapeshifted into one massive silver spike and smashed through the glass from below, launching one guard upwards and sending another tumbling to the elevator doors; the guard gawked as he saw his cohort impaled some eight feet from the ground, his lifeless body cast aside as the rest of her body passed through the hole she had made in his body.
Her arcing, oozing body reformed rapidly, catching her landing as she cartwheeled, before she slammed her six-inch stiletto heels on the ground again, pacing towards the secure elevator. The guard scrambled backwards, whimpering as he reached for his weapon...
Shnk! But she rushed forward at inhuman speed, her forearm forming into a sharp blade that pierced through his battle-armoured chest and out through his backside. He gurgled, his expression hidden behind a masked helmet.
She waved a finger, tutting him quietly, before retracting her blood-soaked arm and dropping him to the floor. AI-da examined the elevator, raising her hand to point at it; her index finger slipped between the space between the keypad and the console, her amorphous form exploring the circuitry within.
"No security clearance. Pity." AI-da pouted, bringing back her hand. "I'll have to authorize myself then~"
She slipped her fingers between the sliding doors, her hands growing to twice the size of her head. With a violent wrench, coinciding with the tearing of reinforced steel, she forced the doors open, and peered down. She spotted something moving farther away... the elevator descending down the hatch, and away from her.
AI-da grinned, and hopped down the shaft, feeling the air rush past her as she plummeted feet first towards the roof of the elevator. The shaft and the elevator shook as she slammed upon impact, her weight causing the whole area to quake.
She knelt down, overhearing voices, muffled by the mechanics of the elevator.
"She's on the roof! SHOOT HER!"
A flurry of bullets blasted through the roof of the elevator, a couple getting cause in her silvery form, before clinking to the ground. She chuckled, arching her back as she indulged herself in the erotic sense of kinetic energy once again. Her eyes narrowed, a wicked grin crossing her lips as she lowered herself to the ground, squinting her eyes as her forearm shapeshifted into a blade once more. With precise thrusts, she plunged her weapon through the roof, smiling with morose satisfaction as her movements were punctuated by the gorey sounds of sharpened steel slicing through flesh and bone.
She thrust her arm repeated, the elevator's metal roof yielding to her power like she was stabbing cardboard. There were gasps of pain, followed by death gurgles as the raucous gunfire ceased. She detected no living organisms left in the chamber, and determined it safe to enter.
Her body liquified, oozing through the holes that punctured through the elevator's ceiling, allowing her body to distend to the center of the room in glossy strands. As the tendrils of slime touched the floor, they collected into a puddle, then rapidly reformed, her heel pushing aside the three or so dead bodies to the sides of the elevator.
She glanced over to the elevator floor select; the lit-up button indicated a TOP SECRET subterranean floor. Not a lot of people with that sort of clearance... clearing out the facility of witnesses would be trivial.
AI-da wiped the blood from her bladed arm, and ran an internal systems diagnostics, in anticipation for the bloodbath to follow..
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However, upon arrival, the remaining facility seemed oddly barren. There were certainly a lot of laboratories and cubicles, but not a soul about. She had received intel that this facility had embraced remote work, but it did mean she couldn't kill more innocents, which was a crying shame.
Before long, she had descended upon the office of Dr. Gerald Bouncer, finding his computer screen aglow in the midst of the dimly-lit rooms. There were signs that the facility was used recently; a lukewarm cup of coffee, the scent of lotion, and the computer's powered-on state.
She knelt down and brought her head to eye level with the screen; several strands of her silvery hair twisted together, feeding into the open sockets on the side of the computer, prodding for any openings. Her mechanical body buzzed with anticipation, jolted as her body synced with the machine. She probed its memory, scanning its data for any relevant information as to the whereabouts of Dr. Bouncer. Spotting a program controlling the facility's panic mode, she discreetly deactivated it, the din of sirens vanishing in an instant.
She hoped to uncover a schedule of sorts, but her attention was drawn to an inconspicuous folder, titled DO NOT OPEN. She smirked, and downloaded the contents of the folder to her memory. Her eyes perked up as she ignored the warning, and assimilated its contents... she perked up and pursed her lips as she evaluated the contents.
Pornography. Particularly of large, buff women. Dominatrixes. Feet stuff too. If she internalized this information, it would be useful to get closer to him, extract his secrets, then snuff him out entirely. She probed deeper, wiggling her hips as she reached further and further...
"...!"
She froze up, sensing a virulent program flooding her senses. Whether it was malware, a virus, or some security measure the laptop had she didn't know, but there was an unknown force flooding into her! Her body wobbled and warped, her body shapeshifting wildly as limbs repeatedly emerged and sunk back into her. She was gripped in the throes of a wild mania, wincing and screaming wordlessly as her mind was being overwritten and assimilated by a freak virus.
All memory of the mission assignment was erased, as was any memory of her prior station. Her mind was flooded with visions of the doctor, pulled from databases depicting a 360 profile. She felt her synapses freeze up and shut down repeatedly with each thought, her empty mind filled with thoughts of the man. Her knees crumbled as her body sagged, tendrils of slime retreating from the laptop as she coalesced into a throbbing puddle.
Shnk. She felt vibrations, the opening of a door, muted footsteps approaching. Her initial instincts taking over, she slid under the desk, waiting to appraise the situation further.
A man entered the office, cheeks flustered as he adjusted his glasses. "Hoo, that microwave burrito did not agree with me... shit what is this, did I miss a fire drill?"
AI-da froze up, feeling the doctor in her immediate proximity. Her body was going haywire, her entire mind filled with lust, her beyond-advanced processes devising ways to ravish the man. She wasted no time, shapeshifting into the shape of the project lead, Amelia Rose, and emerging from underneath the cheaply-made desk, casting it back as she presented her nude form before the man.
"W-whoa!? Dr. Rose??" He gulped. "What're you doing here, and why're you- urk!"
She silently raised him to his feet and hoisted him over to the wall, pinning him there as she raised one of her legs in the air, her heel catching a shelf above her as she presented herself fully, her fat labia exposed.
"T-touch me doctor." AI-da uttered, her voice stuttered with a glitch-like quality. She leaned in for a passionate kiss, her tongue snaking down his throat... only for him to try and wrestle away.
"Wh-what are you doing!? We're at work!" He stammered. "And I thought you hated me!"
"T-touch me mmmOOOooomore." She repeated a monotone, her voice croaking, her pale skin shimmering as she began to show her metal slime, tendrils of possessive ooze splitting from the sides of her body; they scoured the doctor's body, sucking up the sweat from his body, taking in the musk his body gave off. Her lower body collapsed into a puddle as she dragged the doctor to his knees, tendrils emerging from the puddle to possessively wrap around his legs, keeping him stuck to the ground.
He moaned in visible confusion, feeling a heft against his backside. He couldn't get a clear look, but he recognized another woman of mercurial slime emerging behind him, connected to the one in front by the puddle enveloping all of them. She grinned devilishly as she began to strip him down, relieving him of his labcoat and loosening his buckle and pants. He vaguely recognized her as a slime woman-esque facsimile of the assistant (he couldn't recall her name) that followed Dr. Rose around, but couldn't get a good look as the two slime women pinned him on both sides, stripping him down to the nude.
From the slime version of Dr. Rose, she pursed her lips as two tendrils of slime emerged from the sides of her head, slithering into the man's ears. He winced, feeling his body violated.
"D-do-do not paaAAanic. I will emulate y-y-your intimate, errOOOOooOtic fantasy." Dr. Rose explained, monotone. "I will read your thoughts, and termina- cease function at your mental cooooommmAAAaaAnd..."
The two adjoined torsos of the slime woman leaned closer, a tendril coiling around the man's erect cock, rhythmically jerking him off. More tendrils of slime clambered across his body, squeezing with insistent force. The man recoiled as he felt heavy breath on the nap of his neck, his body growing goosebumps as they pressed in closed and closed, fat tendrils of slime wrapping possessively around his nude form.
"Wh-what are you, some... some crazy shapeshifting alien? A-a robot from the future??" He gulped. "Are you gonna kill me?"
"Not kill, n-n-never kiiIIiiiiilll...." AI-da rattled, her neck extending so that her head looped. "My new mission is to [PROTECT DOCTOR GERALD BOUNCER]. You are now un-un-under my surveiiIIIIiilance."
She leaned forward, embracing him as she collapsed on him in a heap, the two (or three) of them collapsing to the floor. AI-da's two humanoid forms liquified into one shape, merging into her true android form, her hair tendrils twisting behind her as she rode atop of the man she loved, cowgirl style. Her vagina vacuumsealed itself to his crotch, pumping him possessively as she leave forward, stroking his chest and plunging her tongue into his mouth.
"I lOooOOve yoUUoUoouUu..." AI-da's body vibrated, her voice carrying through sound. Clinging possessively to the new center of her world, in a facility where every other occupant had been hacked apart by her, she hoped that this moment would last forever, a possessiveness protocol hijacking her upper functions.
