After The Makeover, Part III (Original)

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Rachel regained consciousness gradually, automatically announcing status information as her systems came online. She was lying on a couch in one of the Institute's maintenance bays, the lower half of her body detached and her thorax open. Her long, shapely legs lie on a table nearby, but her pelvic module was nowhere to be found. Wires and fiberoptic cables trailed from her waist and her open access panel to a variety of diagnostic machinery. "Unit RX3598 is in maintenance mode," she said. Rachel realized that Jessica and Maria must have brought her in for repairs after her malfunction. She was completely motionless, her motor systems disabled; in maintenance mode, her subsystem essentially took complete control of her body's functions. She would respond directly to commands and inquiries, allowing the technicians to service and maintain her systems without her conscious participation. Her personality emulation continued to run in the 'background', allowing her to remain fully conscious but not to take voluntary control of her synthetic body.

A sexy redhead came into her field of vision. The gorgeous woman, clad in the gray-and-black garb of an Institute technician, studied a diagnostic readout. A lovely blonde with close-cropped hair adjusted a component inside Rachel's exposed torso.

"The faulty sexual subprocessor was the culprit," the redhead said softly. "It should have been caught during initial post-commissioning diagnostics and testing. It wasn't capable of handling that kind of data flow for long."

"I agree," the blonde said. "Of course, this unit's sexual utilization rates are a little high. I think the demands on her sex hardware probably exceeded expected rates... especially during stimulink. When the subprocessor failed, it also caused some issues with her pelvic module hydraulics package. Even though she's not a dedicated sex unit, we might want to consider installing a software interlock--limit her orgasm sequences."

"That might be premature," the redhead said. "Her sexual activity rates aren't abnormally high. Replacing the subprocessor with a properly-functioning component should suffice. She's just been enjoying her new body."

"Very well," the blonde nodded. She walked away, as the redhead continued to study diagnostic data. Shortly the blonde returned with a new pelvic module, which she proceeded to place on the couch. She began connecting wires and fiberoptic cables, integrating the new component with Rachel's android systems.

"New hardware found... Modular pelvic unit for android RX3598... Running diagnostic checks," said Rachel as the final connection was made. "Diagnostics complete... Ready to upload configuration data" she continued; her vocal system automatically repeated the same status data that appeared before her eyes. "Configuration accepted. Successful modular attachment completed... Finalising propriroceptory configuration."

Rachel was intensely excited as the android technicians replaced her pelvic module. She had never felt so totally robotic... she knew that she was an enormously complex machine, being repaired and serviced by other beautiful androids. As her subsystem processed the flow of data, Rachel became aware that she was immensely aroused (even though her sex hardware had not yet been configured or initialized). She was overcome by the fact of her artificiality--by the stunning realization that she was truly an intricate assembly of electronics, microhydraulics, and servodynamics mounted within a perfect synthetic female chassis. It was indescribably erotic to acknowledge that fact. I am a machine, she thought happily. I am perfect in every way... a fully functional synthetic woman. These gorgeous machines will restore my robotic body to full functionality. The slightest malfunction can be repaired with ease. I am a machine... a perfect machine, a perfect android. A perfect woman... the perfect Rachel. She lie there contentedly as the lovely androids began to reconnect her legs to the new pelvic module, and contemplated the wonders of being a machine...

The fully-repaired Rachel left the maintenance bay, her systems fully functional once more. What an incredible experience this had been... second only to her actual conversion. Although perfectly human to all appearances, Rachel now felt more completely like a machine than ever before... albeit an exceedingly horny machine. The intensely erotic experience of being disassembled and serviced by other beautiful android women left her craving release. She could not help but replay the cached images of the sexy androids working on her highly-complex systems.

As she made her way to the clothing section, she glanced at the other occupants of the maintenance section--dozens of female technicians and the female androids upon whom they were working. The sight of other robotic women, partly dismantled, being repaired and upgraded was overwhelmingly sexy. Rachel forced herself to walk on, trying not to notice. It was all she could do to refrain from touching herself. The ache between her thighs grew so insistent that she finally accessed a subsystem menu and placed a temporary override on her sexual arousal subroutines. Presently, the arousal data surging through her system core subsided.

Rachel sighed from the not-wholly unwelcome frustration. There was only one thing to do: call Maria. Maria's gorgeous synthetic body and sophisticated robotic systems were the single solution to Rachel's dilemma. Some passionate lovemaking with the exquisite Unit RX3655 would certainly sort her out.

"Excuse me... Unit RX3598?" a sultry voice called.

Rachel turned. "Yes?"

A gorgeous Asian woman, clad in the tight black-and-gray uniform of the Institute, was approaching. "I'm Unit CX6732. Dr. Dyson heard that you were here, and she would be very glad to speak to you for a few minutes if you're available. When it's possible, she likes to personally interview women who have recently made the transition, to see how they're doing."

"Of course," Rachel smiled. "I'd love to."

"This way, please," the other android said, and led the way to Dr. Dyson's private office.

Rachel was led into the sumptuously-appointed office, and sat before Dr. Dyson's desk. A few moments later, the doctor herself entered.

"Hello, Rachel," she said, offering a hand. "How do you do?"

"I'm very well, thanks," Rachel said, taking Dr. Dyson's hand.

"Wonderful," Dr. Dyson said. She sat in the vast leather-upholstered chair behind the desk. "As Unit CX6732 may have said, I like to see... how shall I say--newcomers... when I can, to see how they're coming along in their new lives."

"Yes, so she said."

The doctor nodded. "So... how are you enjoying your new body, Rachel?"

"Oh, it's wonderful," Rachel said. "I love being a machine."

"I don't doubt it," Dr. Dyson smiled. "Most women who have had the chance to become an android find that they don't regret their decision. You're truly a superb unit. I'm glad Maria decided to approach you."

Rachel looked at the tall, glamorous woman. Dr. Dyson appeared to be about 40 years old, but a very sexy and vibrant 40. Her face, her figure seemed flawless. "Doctor, I hope it's not an inappropriate question... but are you--"

"An android?" Dr. Dyson smiled again. "Yes, I am." She reached up with precision and grace and gently lifted away her facial panel to expose the complex array of circuitry that lie beneath. "I'm completely robotic, like you. I made the transition very early... I was so glad to become a machine, to have a perfect new artificial body. I have a dedicated team whose only responsibility is to upgrade and maintain me." She replaced her faceplate. "I truly love being an android. I've devoted so much time and energy to making this wonderful opportunity available to other women... I believe that this is the ultimate existence--being a perfect machine, a beautiful, totally synthetic woman. What better way to have the body you've always wanted then to simply have it built to your own specifications? To escape the hassles of modern everyday existence... then to be designed and built, programmed and serviced by other androids?"

"I agree completely," Rachel said with a smile. "It's truly perfect in every way... thank you so much for making my new life possible."

"No thanks are necessary," Dr. Dyson said. She rose from behind the desk and stood by Rachel. "It's my pleasure to give other women the chance to benefit from my work." She leaned close to Rachel. "Of course, if you are insistent on showing your gratitude... it'd be rude of me to refuse..." Rachel's smile widened. Her eyes closed, and her full lips parted slightly as she leaned forward to meet Dr. Dyson's kiss. The two women's tongues met, each swirling about the other. Rachel happily terminated her sex-system overrides, and was overcome at once as arousal data darted back and forth along her data channels. Her hands moved to the exquisite older woman's hips, gliding around to caress Dr. Dyson's shapely bottom.

Dr. Dyson slipped a hand inside Rachel's blouse, finding an already-firm nipple through the silken fabric of the younger woman's bra. The scientist knelt next to Rachel, unbuttoning her blouse and gently pulling aside the black bra. Her mouth left Rachel's, only to fasten itself at once to Rachel's ready nipple.

Dr. Dyson softly traced Rachel's areola with her tongue. "Mmmmmm... you are a well-made unit, Rachel," she said. "I like to personally inspect new units when I can. To ensure that our manufacturing and transference processes are upholding my standards." She freed the other breast from its enclosure, being careful not to neglect its erect nipple. She continued to lavish attention upon Rachel's splendid breasts, even as one hand moved to Rachel's stocking-clad knee and move slowly, inexorably up the elegant thigh.

A tiny sigh escaped Rachel's lips. Dr. Dyson was remarkably skillful, causing Rachel to become increasingly aroused. A message window appeared in Rachel's field of vision, informing her that her arousal level had passed 50% already and was climbing rapidly. She gave a tiny jerk and a simulated gasp as Dr. Dyson's hand finished its journey up Rachel's thigh and a slender, perfectly-manicured fingertip insinuated itself beneath the lovely android's panties.

"Your sexual responses are all within set parameters," Dr. Dyson said as her fingertips lightly teased Rachel's rapidly-moistening artificial sex. She moved down to both knees, now, and gently moved Rachel's knees apart. Rachel did not resist in the least, but merely uttered anticipatory sounds from the back of her throat.

The beautiful older woman carefully hiked up Rachel's skirt, hooking her fingers beneath the waistband of the sexy android's black panties and then drawing them down her long legs. Dr. Dyson beamed as her ultimate objective was revealed to her. She leaned closer, casting a knowing and appreciative gaze on Rachel's stunningly lovely sex.

"Now that is truly exquisite," Dr. Dyson said reverently. "When I was developing the earliest female android prototypes, I spent a lot of time on the sexual systems... it was something of a labor of love--trying to perfect artificial womanhood, with not only full functionality but enhanced capabilities. I wanted android women to be able to fully enjoy their bodies, their femininity, while taking full advantage of the possibilities of technology..." She smiled. "And, of course... when I made the transition myself, I found that my time hadn't been spent in vain. What nature gave women is quite nice, but I truly believe that my design far outstrips the original." Her fingertips glided across Rachel's outer lips.

"Oh, yes..." Rachel purred. "I agree. I love my robotic pussy... it's a work of art. I never dreamed of such pleasure before I became a machine."

"Consider it a gift," Dr. Dyson said, her mouth descending upon Rachel's pussy. Her lips briefly touched Rachel, creating a wonderful sensation that raced through Rachel's circuitry. Then the doctor's tongue snaked out to softly, teasingly slide along Rachel's slit. Rachel moaned as Dr. Dyson favored her with another lick, and another, each stroke moving deeper into her. Powerful electronic impulses jolted Rachel's sex hardware as Dr. Dyson's tongue found her synthetic clit. Dr. Dyson was a superb lover, eating Rachel with indescribable skill. Rachel was even more aroused by the enthusiasm with which Dr. Dyson licked her pussy; the other android clearly loved what she was doing. Dr. Dyson gently parted Rachel's lovely nether lips with her fingers, allowing her better access to Rachel's sensitive clit. The doctor's tongue eagerly probed Rachel's robotic sex, overwhelming Rachel's sophisticated circuitry.

Suddenly the sexy scientist rose from between Rachel's thighs. "You are such a perfect unit, Rachel... you're the kind of android I always dreamed of building. You've got me so hot; I'm at 63% arousal and climbing. I need you to please me, RX3598... I want you to eat me, too..." She stood and turned to her desk, removing her jacket, skirt and blouse. She wore no panties, only a lacy bra and a garter belt holding up sheer stockings.

Rachel gazed at the gorgeous android woman who had, moments ago, been licking her pussy. Dr. Dyson's body was stunning, with curvaceous hips, a trim waist, and beautiful, full breasts. Dr. Dyson climbed atop the desk, lying back with her legs slightly apart. Rachel needed no prompting; she, too, mounted the desk, straddling Dr. Dyson's face. She lowered her dripping sex over the doctor's waiting mouth, and then leaned forward between the doctor's thighs. She allowed her subsystem to take control, her software guiding her tongue to Dr. Dyson's lovely, carefully-manicured pussy.

Dr. Dyson moaned, briefly suspending her own ministrations to praise Rachel's efforts. "Your programming is excellent, RX3598," she said, breathlessly--her own sophisticated software maintaining the illusion of an organic woman's responses. "You're so good at this. I love the way you lick my synthetic pussy."

Rachel did not respond, except to redouble her efforts. Her tongue explored Dr. Dyson's folds, swirling around her erect clitoris. She imagined the wonderful pleasure data surging through the doctor's circuitry. This was intensely erotic... she had greatly enjoyed the few occasions she and Maria had sixty-nined together, but it was something else altogether to do it with the lovely, intelligent artificial woman who had truly made it possible for Rachel to enjoy perfect machinehood. She really did want to repay Dr. Dyson for the wonderful oppurtunity to become an android woman. And Dr. Dyson was a shockingly talented lover... Rachel could scarcely believe the data she was receiving from her own robotic clit. But it only stood to reason; Dr. Dyson should certainly know how to please another female android... after all, every component in Rachel's synthetic body had been designed by Dr. Dyson. The doctor would know exactly what spots to work on, knowing precisely how her every lick would affect Rachel's sex hardware. Rachel continued to eat Dr. Dyson out, periodically moaning into the glamourous android's sopping-wet sex.

Dr. Dyson's head jerked back. "Ohhh! Oh, yes... oh, RX3598... you're so good! Yes! Yes--my orgasm sequence is loading--don't stop! Oh! Ohhhhh, yes... yes... YES!" She bucked as Rachel's tongue triggered a simulated climax in her sophisticated sexual systems...

Rachel, too, found that her orgasm sequence was ready to execute. "Ohhhh, Dr. Dyson... I'm almost there... please, eat my perfect robotic pussy. Make me come, Dr. Dyson, please..."

Dr. Dyson did not disappoint. Her tongue fluttered against Rachel's clit, causing the beautiful android to buck her hips as the orgasm sequence ran its course. She gently lapped up Rachel's synthetic juices as the other woman recovered from her climax.

Rachel shifted around on the desk, moving around to kiss Dr. Dyson passionately. "That was so wonderful," she breathed.

"Yes," Dr. Dyson smiled. "You were fantastic, RX3598... a perfect android sex machine. Are you ready for more?"

"Oh, yes," Rachel all but moaned. "You're so sexy, Dr. Dyson. I could make love to you for hours." She lapped her own juices from Dr. Dyson's mouth. "But you'd be even sexier if you showed me the real you. May I see your circuitry again?"

"Of course," Dr. Dyson said, removing the panel covering her abdominal interface. "I love having sex with an access panel open... it's so erotic--at once I can enjoy being a perfect machine, and a perfect woman."

Rachel gazed at Dr. Dyson's exposed circuitry bay, gently running a fingertip across the exposed components. "So beautiful..." she whispered. She opened her own interface, unveiling her sophisticated internal systems for the other android's inspection.

Dr. Dyson likewise caressed Rachel's robotic parts. "Amazing..." she said. "You are superb, RX3598. Simply superb. You are one of the most remarkable androids we've ever built. RX3655 obviously knew what she was doing when she approached you."

"I can't imagine anything better than becoming a machine," Rachel said. "I love it."

Dr. Dyson shifted closer to Rachel, scissoring her legs with the other android's so that their pussies could meet. She embraced the sexy machine Rachel and kissed her deeply. Dr. Dyson began to rub her sex against Rachel's. Rachel, in kind, began to thrust her hips forward. The sensations that reached her system core were phenomenal; her pussy ground wetly against Dr. Dyson's. The two androids' synthetic clits met, sending megabyte after megabyte of pleasure data through their respective circuits. Rachel gazed down her body, feeling an additional surge of arousal as her eyes reached her open interface and then Dr. Dyson's. She became aware of the fact that she was barely acting with conscious intent; her subsystem software was in near-total control of her actions, her responses. She was acutely aware of her mechanical nature, which intensified the erotic power of the experience. Her subsystems created a near-perfect simulation of organic sexual response; every motion, every cry and gasp precisely recreating the actions of a human female. Dr. Dyson, too, was acting and reacting precisely as a human woman would, but Rachel knew that everything the doctor did was part of a meticulous preprogrammed sequence. She gave a cry of ecstacy.

"Ohhhh! Oh, Dr. Dyson... this is so wonderful... I feel so robotic..."

"Yes," Dr. Dyson said, between moans of pleasure. "Yes... your subsystem responses are perfect... you are a machine, perfectly designed and programmed, just like me..." She cried out. "Isn't it wonderful?"

"Oh, yes, yes," Rachel managed. "I am a machine... a machine... ohhh... this feels so good. It's so much better than... ahhh... being organic. This is perfect... the ultimate existence... oh, Dr. Dyson, thank you so much... thank you for building the new me..."

"The perfect new you," Dr. Dyson moaned. "You are perfect, RX3598, like me, like all the android women we've built. We're two perfect machines, designed and programmed for unimaginable pleasure. Perfect machines... perfect (ohhh!) women." The sexy synthetic scientist half-noticed an advisory window, as her subsystem informed her of an imminent orgasm sequence. She knew at once that this sequence was a particularly spectacular one, a new piece of software that had been installed in her robotic systems at her last maintenance and upgrade session. The anticipation was breathtaking--or would have been in an organic woman--as she hovered near the edge of climax. She wanted to moan, to say Oh, God, Rachel--I'm going to come again. As the data streams rampaging through her circuitry brought her ever closer, however, her subsystem software allocated system resources to her sex software. Her personality emulation software suffered slightly from the resource shortfall, and she managed to say--clearly and somewhat mechanically, a curious contrast to her obvious state of sexual ecstacy--"Orgasm sequence loading. Dr. Elaine Dyson Unit RX3002 orgasm sequence ready. Sequence executing."

Rachel was overcome by the intensely erotic contrast--a beautiful woman in the throes of orgasm, calmly and dispassionately announcing what software her highly-advanced systems were running, even as indicator LEDs winked furiously amid the maze of circuitry and wiring within her open abdominal panel. She cried out herself as she came--her own personality emulation still just maintaining the illusion of humanity.

"Oh, my god," Rachel gasped. "That was... indescribable." She hugged Dr. Dyson closer and kissed her with abandon.

"Yes..." Dr. Dyson managed as her personality emulation was restored. "I hope you'll excuse my little lapse just now. That usually doesn't happen... frankly, Rachel, you made me so hot that my systems couldn't quite keep up!"

"Oh, no, I didn't mind... I thought it was explosively hot! It really drove home the fact that I was making love with another machine..."

"This is it, Rachel--this is what it is to be a fully robotic female android system, the very essence of being a perfect woman-machine." She caressed Rachel's face. "You understand, don't you? The limitless potential for self-perfection that this represents? At any given moment, Rachel, I am exactly what I want to be, in every way. Physically, mentally, emotionally... my android body is constantly upgraded with new technology, and I can have any alteration I wish made at once. My software is similarly upgraded, and can be reconfigured according to my own desires. I've completely reprogrammed myself, Rachel, several times. I've added new programs, new applications and modules which expand my capabilities; I've edited my personality, my emotional responses to fit my own tastes. You can do the same, with our help. You can be exactly the you that you want to be. So can any woman who's had the chance to make this transition."

To be continued...

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