So, if you're reading my memories, you're prolly already pretty freaking used to me being the most insufferable narrator since Holden Caulfield. Heh, bet you thought I was going to say Bella Swan. Fuck you, Twilight is actually kinda underrated. It's no Titanic, but what is?
You're also prolly used to the weird sex stuff.
Right?
Dear god, I hope so...this is, like, the tenth chapter...
Jesus Christ, imagine reading this and being on chapter
ten
and going: "Hm, you know, I'm enjoying the space robots, but all the girl dicks and weird rape-roleplay is really kinda...it's a bit off, I'm not comfortable, but I'm going to keep reading." Man. I'm sorry, like, for that? You can skim past the sex scenes, its okay.
...you should also, uh, skip this whole chapter.
It recounts the absolutely weirdest sex thing in the entirety of my life, and that's
including
the Five Trans Doras and the Great Bondage Mix-Up Trainbang Heist (that's coming in chapter fourteen!) and I bear you no ill will if you skip it. It involves dicks going into places dicks normally do not go.
Okay?
Okay!
So, it all began the morning after my delightful dinner party, when my new genitalia arrived at the front doorstep, delivered by Jenny Messenger herself. I was in the kitchen, watching Penny as she chopped up veggies for today's meal, and opining: "Man, I could really go for some..." Penny glanced at me, narrowing her glowing holographic eyes. "...
hamburgers
!" I said, grinning and showing off my fangies. Penny narrowed her eyes even more. "...big...juicy hamburgers!" I said, nodding.
"Then why are you looking at my boobs?" Penny asked.
"Hey everyone!" Jenny called out as she opened the door. "The shuttle dropped off a new package for our missues!"
I gasped. "My vayjay!" I squealed, then turned and sprinted over to the main room, where the rest of the help were all gathering there together. Jenny looked as smug and cheerful as the day she'd been unboxed -- which meant the whole 'arms and legs taken off and fucked silly as a toy between the two toughest girlbots on campus' had not, in fact, actually been any kind of educational or punishing experience! Who knew? - and she was standing beside a large metal crate that was now hissing and ticking ominously. Gaseous fog emerged from the base and the top, and Jeanette walked around it, murmuring in her southern American twang.
"Well, if that don't beat all..."
"Do we have to refrigerate it?" Marci asked, immediately to the point.
"Nah, ma'am," Jeanette said. "The biological components are all kept cold by the containment systems. It's just the box is bigger n' I'd thought it'd be. There may be additional components that I will have to check over...they're always coming up with new dongles and additions to these things..."
"Will we need to hire a doctor?" Marci asked.
"I doubt it," Jeanette said, nodding cheerfully. "It's come with a holotape that should give me the overview. All the complicated work's already been done in the growing and designing. I just got to plug it in."
I felt a tiny bit queasy, my cock shriveling up slightly at the mental image of her yanking my dick off and plugging a pussy in there. Cause, like, in a nice universe, that'd be as easy as changing out some legos. But we lived in a world with...veins. And...blood and muscle. And. Ick. I wobbled a tiny bit, gulping. "R-Right..."
"You should have a big heaping meal," Jeanette said. "Because you can't eat anything for at least twelve hours before the procedure, so you might as well enjoy it." She nodded to me and I clenched my hand, my eyes gleaming.
"Penny Cook...make me...a
fucking
pizza," I said.
"Okay," Penny said. "What is a pizza?"
My eyes brimmed with tears and I sagged to my knees. "They...don't have
pizza
! DAMN YOU!" I lifted my hand to the ceiling. "Damn you all to
hell
!" I slumped forward, sobbing into the carpet. Penny, who had seen me do this upon learning she had no idea what Doritos, Mike and Ikes, or Skittles were, rolled her eyes.
Georgette, who had been looming quietly in the background, glared down at me. "Young miss..." her voice full of ominous portent and spanking.
I stood, and Penny grabbed my arm and led me to the kitchen, where I chowed down on some Capri Blood while also instructing her in the basics of what a pizza was. Fortunately, I could say 'it has the sauce! The red goo! From the plant! It's like an apple, but soft, and red, and...tomato! That was it! Red tomato
blood
! Wrung from the corpse, Penny! From the
corpse
!' and Penny would nearly instantly know what I meant. The end result was within an hour, I was watching as Penny cheerfully drew the circular pizza out of the oven, nodding to herself.
"Just as I thought!" she said, cheerfully. "It's the Italian dish."
"Wait, you knew what it was the whole time?" I asked, blinking.
"Well, yes," Penny admitted. "...but you were having a lot of fun giving me orders, weren't you?"
I frowned, then sucked on the Capri Blood, trying to not remember how much better blood tasted when it was fresh from the neck of a beautiful girl. My eyes narrowed. Softly, I muttered. "...yes."
Penny laughed.
I chowed down.
And then I went upstairs to where Jeanette was studying my new genitalia and found her and Georgette both sitting in the room, reading their holo-disks, which flashed into their eyes at the lightning fast speed that machines could read at. As I came in, Jeanette looked at me, and nodded. "All right," she said. "Young miss, this is how this is going to work. You're going to have a new set of internal and external genitalia -- there's going to be a vagina and a phallus, which you will be able to alternate between with a memetic action. A...kind of mental focus..." She nodded a bit as she spoke, and I beamed.
"Like magic!" I said.
"Except...well, no, it'll be more like holding your breath? Or telling your arm to move," she said.
"Maaaaaaagic," I said, giving her my finger guns.
"No, it's-" Jeanette's eyes narrowed.
"Magic!" I said, cheerfully.
Georgette stood and loomed behind me. I quailed a bit, blushing. "S-Sorry, Doctor Hope. Nurse Hope." I coughed, and Georgette somehow managed to purse her lips without actually
having
lips. It was all in the way her eyes narrowed. But Jeanette was the one who laughed and stood up.
"Gee, honey, you're scaring the poor girl," she said. "It is a kind of magic, after all. Now, the only complicated part is the brain surgery."
I blinked. "...that tracks."
"We're going to be implanting a new node into your brain, right around here." She pointed at my head, tapping it with her cool roboty finger. "It'll be where you will control the extension and retraction -- since it's not an organ or muscle that humans normally have, it'll need some extra brain tissue. Fortunately, we have just barely enough room to tuck it into there without any major problems. The only difficulty is getting it
in
. We could, ah, open a hole..." She sighed. "But that will turn this from an outpatient procedure to something that will take a few weeks to fully recover from due to the resetting and regrowing of the skull bone..."
"Well, why don't you just go in through my ear?" I asked, cheerfully. "Just skullfuck my silly head with your robo dicks, and BOOM! In goes the node!"
Jeanette chuckled.
Then she paused.
"...you know..." she said.
"Ah ha ha, I've...that was a joke?" I stammered, but Jeanette was starting to pace around me, narrowing her eyes a bit.
"See, we could easily slide an injector...with some tissue sealant for the eardrum and some augmented blood to smooth the passage through brain structures..." She rubbed her chin. "That's definitely one way to get the nodule into your brain...and we'd only have to replace the parts here and here, and that's soft tissue! Tarnation, that'll let you walk out and be right as rain in a few
hours
." She nodded. "We'll need two, though, to ensure the proper combination of chemicals and pressures -- don't want to let anything escape out the other ear."
"Haaa..." I blinked, then looked at Georgette. "...she joke, right?"
"Are you joking?" Georgette asked, her cheeks darkening slightly.
"No?" Jeanette asked. "This is quite doable."
"...you're...gonna...stick your dicks into my ears?" I squeaked.
"...no, I...I'd use something like this," Jeanette said, rummaging in her nurse bag before holding up a small injector gun that looked kind of like the sort of thing you would use to caulk up walls, if your walls were very very tiny. "...you thought I...was gonna...stick my
dick
in your ear?"
I flushed. Hard. "That's not sexy at all!" I stammered. "I mean, only...a super weirdo would find that sexy. Ha ha." I blushed as Georgette adjusted her skirts, clearly trying to get them to lay comfortably across her...bulge. I looked from my governess to my nurse, to my governess again, my cheeks darkening more and more as my own eager little aching girl dick throbbed under my skirts. "...super weird..." I whispered.
Jeanette's fans whirred softly.
"...you know...we would be...rather close to your pleasure centers..." she murmured. "And...we could do some, ah, well, biological bugtesting. Make sure the...pleasure from your new organs are, ah, arriving...properly." She rubbed her chin. "But we'd need two."
Georgette nodded. "It would be, of course, my duty to...assist."
I paused.
"Y-You're just...kidding, right?" I whispered.
"I don't know," Jeanette murmured, stepping a bit closer. Her hand cupped the back of my neck. Her mouth-less face pressed against my ear. "Am I?" I shivered from my head to my toes and I gulped a bit.
"...yeah. You...aren't. Kidding. That is. I mean. You only get...your brains scrambled with once in your life, and, you know, haha, might as well! Do it for the memes!" I said, nodding. "That's what I learned on Twitter, it's not gay if you only do it as a joke, and that holds
doubly
true for being ear-fucked by two trans robots! Haha." I was this close to fainting, running away, or doing both at the same time. I could do it too, don't test me!
"Do you have
any
idea what she is talking about?" Georgette asked.
