2B... And Not 2[B] (2B Twin/TG/MC)
Although Ben and Brandon had been born and raised in a city that was no stranger to heat, as it was now the peak of summer, even they couldn't help feel overwhelmed by the clammy climate, the former wiping a hand across across his sweat covered forehead; long, heavy sigh blowing out of him as he and his friend trudged through the bustling street full of people heading home after another day's hard work,the air feeling non-existent.
"How much longer... until we get... to the damn train station?" he gasped to his friend, whose face seemed to be permanently fixed into a focused frown as he forced his way through the crowd.
"We'll make it just in time... if we just keep moving," Brandon answered. "C'mon, just grin and bear it!"
"Dude, we've been... walking around for..." Ben quickly glanced at his watch, which clung tightly to his wrist "Four hours in this heat! Can't we just take a break and get something to drink? My mouth fees drier than a piece of cardboard laying in the desert right now!"
"By the time we get there, it'll be a 10 minute ride home," Brandon grunted. "We won't be moving as much so.. it won't be so bad."
"Yeah, because everyone knows how great and cool public transport is here, especially during the summer!"
Brandon spun around on the spot, his earthy eyes glaring directly into Ben's as his brows screwed into a frown. "Fine! Go get your damn drink! But good luck with the next fifteen minutes walking to the station and waiting for the train." Before Ben could even open his mouth, his friend had stormed off down the street and was quickly lost in the sea of people.
"Asshole," he muttered as he lumbered over to an alley that was just beside him in order to escape the clammy claustrophobic conditions. Almost collapsing against the cool brick wall, Ben let out a soft sigh as he picked at the collar of his blue t-shirt with two fingers and flapped it against his skin, loving the slight breeze it caused. But as he stood there, he soon became aware of something large and grey in the corner of his vision.
Turning his head, Ben gasped as he saw a vending machine just a couple feet away from him! Licking his thin, cracked lips, he staggered over to the machine as a hand dug itself into one of his pockets and pawed around for a couple moments before finally snatching onto the crumpled note and yanking it out. But as he approached the vending machine, Ben noticed that it seemed to be quite... industrial in its appearance; usually these things had the name of some fizzy drink on their side, but this particular one didn't... In fact, now that he was right in front of the machine, it seemed that the machine didn't have anything stored inside it!
"No, please, no..." Ben muttered continuously under his breath as he peered hard into the window for any sign of a bottle, although it seemed to be made out of some thick, translucent material that made it almost impossible to see into. Sighing heaving, Ben decided to try his luck as he looked over at the keypad on the right... and almost immediately frowned as he read the odd list of drinks: 2B? A2? 60? 9S? What kind of weird names were these? The only ones that really seemed to stick out to him were 9S and A2, mainly because the first could perhaps mean "S" for Soda... but considering how thirsty he was right now, he couldn't really care what he drank and so thumbed a random button - A screen next to the keypad that Ben had never noticed before suddenly activated with a sharp, static screech that made him jump on the spot. As he wondered what the hell had caused that sound, his green eyes picked up on a sentence that started to scrawl across the blue screen:
Groaning as his senses started to come back to him, Ben's arms and legs tensed repeatedly as he tried to stand up, but as if it was somehow able to sense this, the machine sent out four thick, black wires that wrapped around each limb like a snake, their grip tightening ever so slightly as the unbelievably strong material it they were formed out of began to effortlessly but carefully lift Ben up into the air.
Still woozy from basically being tasered, Ben gasped softly as he felt the cool and rubbery surface of the wires resting against his clammy pale skin immediately act like a breeze of cool air that had been missing in the city for the past couple days. He didn't even try to wriggle his way out of their grip - if anything he actually relaxed into them, completely unaware of what was happening to him until a darkness shifted in front of his already closed eyes and a deafening slam banged right in front of his face, causing his heart to skip a beat.
"What the... what the hell?!" He yelled, looking down to find that the wires had strapped him in tightly against some sort of slanted operating table, his limbs just barely able to even shimmy against their heavy yet somehow comfortable weight. "W-Where am I?!" A blue light suddenly switched on with a booming ka-thunk! A wide beam then shot out of it and slowly lowered itself down Ben's body from the top of his head to the tips of his toes as they rested within his sandals. Another blue screen appeared, this time directly in front of Ben's eyes, which darted back and forth as they read the message that typed itself out across it:
His stomach plummeting as what he read sunk in, Ben immediately started to call out for help, but his shouts were completely nullified by the density of the futuristic metal the machine was made from. However, as if wanting to silence his attempts to escape, the machine summoned another wire from inside of itself, with it slithering up towards his face - once it appeared in his vision, Ben gulped as he noticed that there was something attached to it... a gas mask?!
With a low, ominious whirring sound, the wire then started to gradually move towards Ben, and whilst he could freely move his head, and whilst a part of him knew it didn't matter as he could hear the mechanical tendril moving to follow the direction of his mouth, he kept on futility trying to prevent what was going to happen up until it pressed against his mouth, the thin gooey instrument suctioning to his face.
A couple moments later, and what sounded like running water filled his ears, and before Ben could even begin to wonder what the source was, a thick black liquid shoot out of the mask and flowed directly into his mouth and down his throat, the unexpectedness of this along with the sheer force behind the spraying making Ben choke as some of it fell down into his lungs. As he lay there convulsing with each cough, he wondered if he was somehow going to die trapped inside this machine... but unbeknownst to him, the liquid that had accidentally gone into his lungs didn't stay trapped for long, as a single drop was filled with hundreds of nanomachines that had been designed for the purpose of creating YoRHa units. Therefore, they simply melted into Ben's body and began to gradually spread across his entire body, seeping into his bones, organs and even skin - the only sign he knew that this was happening was the satisfyingly coldness that was spreading throughout his body.
However, his initial concern for this feeling soon disappeared as he let out a soft sigh, relaxing into the grip of the wires as he noticed how much cooler he felt now... his brain tingling with pleasure, Ben's eyes also felt heavier as he leaned against the table. Within a matter of seconds, his skin was no longer coated in a sheen of sweat... and neither did it contain a single trace of body hair, with each and every strand seemingly absorbed by the skin as the nanomachines filled up the pores. Ben felt so drowzy now that even his thoughts had slowed down, and as the muscles around his jaws started to weak to allow even more of the cold, viscous liquid down his throat, he finally drifted off into unconsciousness.
And it was then that the nanomachines began their work, with the first part of Ben's body to be adjusted being his height as it actually increased by a couple inches, his spine emitting dull cracks and pops as it slowly stretched upwards, straightening his back into a perfect posture whilst oddly causing his chest to push out ever so slightly. The rest of his bones followed, with his legs growing to make him even taller, but the most prominent change had to be around his waist as his hips started to push outwards, the bones creaking and groaning like strained wood as the countless nanomachines swarming that area pushed and pulled against Ben's pelvis - although they made sure that none of these changes would be too painful, this was something that caused him to grimace and groan softly in his sleep as he gained a pair of wide, womanly hips that looked completely off when compared to rest of his male body.
This oddy female appearance only increased as the nanomachines focused on Ben's shoulders, the bones there emitting sharp and harsh cracks as they caved inwards, giving him a smaller and more graceful upper body. His hands changed next, shrinking as the fingers elongated and the nails stretched out and were coated in a sleek, black polish that shone even in the dimly lighted interior. The same happened to his feet, which were daintier and lighter than they had ever been before whilst also wearing the same black gloss. Finally Ben's jawline shifted and and morphed, quickly losing its masculines edges and angles as it softened into a smooth oval shape, and his nose rounded out into a cute button shape - in a matter of minutes, Ben's general appearance had changed into a more androgynous look, with only his completely flat chest being the only obviously masculine part.
A cool tingling sensation suddenly spread itself across Ben's body, more specifically his skin, as if each individual pore was shaking and rubbing against each other. This change was much slower than the previous, but if there were anyone else who could have seen what was happening to Ben, they would have noticed a gradual tan glazing over his body, as if there were watching a sped-up video of him sunbathing. What had once been pale skin was now a caramel toned shade - but that wasn't all that changed colour, as Ben's sandy blonde hair started to dim into a pitch black, its volume and length increasing as it shaped itself into a bob hairstyle that framed his face perfectly. The tingling sensation reappeared, this time on Ben's lips as the nanomachines there started to manipulate the tissue, causing them to rapidly puff out into a pair of plump kissable lips, the dry cracks and flakes of dehydration melting into the gooey, wet sheen that produced a creamy, coffee colour as it spread across Ben's mouth.
Now that the biggest cosmetic changes were complete, the nanomachines focused their attention on properly augmenting Ben's body, with the first parts affected being his limbs, the flesh there being rapidly massaged, relaxed and tightened to instill years and years of physical training within seconds. As his arms became leaner and more defined, his legs received a bigger adjustment as his thighs started to expand with pillowy tissue and sinew, making them thick enough to compliment his newly widened hips whilst the lower half of his legs became slender, lithe and perfect for running about and performing all kinds of acrobatic moves. Simultaneously, Ben's waist began to pull inwards as the muscles around his stomach started to receive the same treatment as the faint outline of a six-pack toughened and tightened into existence.
The tingling then reappeared at Ben's flat rear, and just like with his lips earlier, the countless nanomachines positioned there started to knead and morph the flesh there, causing it to swiftly fill out with jiggly, pillowy tissue that easily filled and started to strain tightly against his plain blue shorts. Combined with the width of Ben's hips and the thickness of his thighs, the added bubble butt resulted in various seams splitting apart in the fabric, although this hardly mattered to nanomachines and their operator, as his clothing was hardly fitting for the unit he was going to become.
Now that there were only a couple changes left, the nanomachines kicked into overdrive as they began to install their biggest upgrades into their host, with the coldness wrapping around his neck like a scarf as it pooled around his groin and chest - and almost immediately the two areas were overloaded with pleasure as the nanomachines shifted and morphed the flesh around the former whilst tugging and pulling on the soft muscles of the latter, sending massive surges of ecstasy throughout Ben's entire body as it felt like he was being jerked off and being given a massage simultaneously.
Groaning and moaning softly, Ben's eyes slowly fluttered open from his body's constant stimulation, his mind heavy with lust and sleep that it was nigh impossible for him to even begin to comprehend what was going on - believing himself to be in some sort of weird sex dream, he merely went along with what was happening to him as his hips instinctively bobbed back and forth, his member hardening and growing... but then, a couple moments later, Ben's penis actually softened as the nanomachines coiled around it started to tug and pull, each one sending a massive spark straight down his length and throughout his body.
Meanwhile, the nanomachines stored around Ben's chest began to morph and fill the area around his nipples with thick, pillowy flesh that rested gently in his top as a pair of comfortably sized c cup breasts finished growing out - there was no denying just how feminine Ben's body was now...
And as the pair of breasts formed, waves and waves of pleasure constantly washed over Ben, each one causing a moan to push its way out of his lips... and with each and every one, the pitch started to shift higher and higher as the nanomachines wrapped around his neck started to augment his vocal chords, removing the unneeded adam's apple that lay there in a matter of seconds, leaving Ben with a completely smooth and slender neck with a soft, gentle and feminine voice that fit with his womanly form.
However, there was still one final upgrade that the nanomachines needed to complete, and now that it had been a couple minutes of them constantly stimulating Ben's length, along with the sheer pleasure of the previous adjustments to his chest, Ben's body couldn't hold back the warm tension that had been slowly rising and building within his member - And with a piercingly high pitched scream, he finally went soaring over the edge as another pleasant surge flowed across his body. However, if Ben had been paying attention, he would have noticed that he was shooting blanks due to the fact that the nanomachines were making sure that his testicles were completely empty before moving on to the final physical change.
And once Ben finally started to come down from his orgasmic high, he let out another strained groan of pleasure as an odd senstation bloomed around his crotch - it felt like something was moving about inside of him, some sort of weird tugging sensation - but before he could even really understand what that sensation was, he yelped as he felt a sudden dull ache shoot through him as his testicles pulled inside of his groin with in one powerful yoink, sending a massive wave of pleasure coursing through his body as they were swiftly changed into a pair of ovaries that immediately started to pump estrogen throughout his system. Another shriek then burst out of Ben's lips as an equally powerful spark slammed into him, his feminine form arching forward against the wires wrapped around him as his still stiffened member followed suit and was quickly enveloped by the new pair of wet, tight lips, shrinking as it merged into the soft flesh until it was nothing more than the smooth snub of her clitoris.
Her mind utterly intoxicated with bliss now, there was still one final task that the nanomachines needed to perform as they swarmed up to Ben's brain and began to sink into it, each and every single one sending a series of jolts through it and into her thoughts as they started to download information. New memories started to install themselves into Ben's consciousness, memories of an endless war, of a bleak and almost empty world infested with alien machines hellbent on seeking and destroying the remnants of humanity - only YoRHa was the final bastion, doing whatever they could to defeat them...
The blue beam from earlier reappeared, seeming to do the exact same scanning as it had done to Ben earlier, although this time it was at a much slower pace - and unlike the last time, it seemed to be adding to her body as it approached her eyes, a white blindfold suddenly materializing over her shut eyes. The second it touched her t-shirt, the blue fabric was digitized into the same light blue energy before being reuploaded as a white, silky soft material - by the time it had reached down to her wrists, it was clear that an elegent white dress was being downloaded, with a lacy white opening appearing over her chest that hinted at the breasts they fitted around so comfortably. A pair of grey and white gloves then wrapped themselves around her dainty hands and buried themselves within the flowery endings of the dresses' sleeves as they crawled up to her elbows, and as the skirt end billowed out to her knees, an opening was left to show off one of her tanned thighs and whilst a tight black leotard appeared underneath the dress and clung to her body, emphasizing just how bubbly and perky her ass was as it disappeared between the pillowy cheeks. Finally, her shorts were remade into a pair of white, leathery high heeled boots that propped up her height by a couple inches and added an extra bit of force behind the kicks that her lean legs were capable of throwing out.
The second the beam finished making the dress, it whined up and emitted a piercingly bright flash of white directly at Ben's face like a camera. A couple moments later, and underneath the white blindfold that was wrapped around her head, the YoRHa unit's eyes snapped open, revealing that they were now a stormy grey as they started to slowly take in the text that was appearing on the screen in front of her:
ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴏɴ ꜱᴇQᴜᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱꜰᴜʟ. ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ, ʏᴏʀʜᴀ ᴜɴɪᴛ 2 ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴄ.
"We'll make it just in time... if we just keep moving," Brandon answered. "C'mon, just grin and bear it!"
"Dude, we've been... walking around for..." Ben quickly glanced at his watch, which clung tightly to his wrist "Four hours in this heat! Can't we just take a break and get something to drink? My mouth fees drier than a piece of cardboard laying in the desert right now!"
"By the time we get there, it'll be a 10 minute ride home," Brandon grunted. "We won't be moving as much so.. it won't be so bad."
"Yeah, because everyone knows how great and cool public transport is here, especially during the summer!"
Brandon spun around on the spot, his earthy eyes glaring directly into Ben's as his brows screwed into a frown. "Fine! Go get your damn drink! But good luck with the next fifteen minutes walking to the station and waiting for the train." Before Ben could even open his mouth, his friend had stormed off down the street and was quickly lost in the sea of people.
"Asshole," he muttered as he lumbered over to an alley that was just beside him in order to escape the clammy claustrophobic conditions. Almost collapsing against the cool brick wall, Ben let out a soft sigh as he picked at the collar of his blue t-shirt with two fingers and flapped it against his skin, loving the slight breeze it caused. But as he stood there, he soon became aware of something large and grey in the corner of his vision.
Turning his head, Ben gasped as he saw a vending machine just a couple feet away from him! Licking his thin, cracked lips, he staggered over to the machine as a hand dug itself into one of his pockets and pawed around for a couple moments before finally snatching onto the crumpled note and yanking it out. But as he approached the vending machine, Ben noticed that it seemed to be quite... industrial in its appearance; usually these things had the name of some fizzy drink on their side, but this particular one didn't... In fact, now that he was right in front of the machine, it seemed that the machine didn't have anything stored inside it!
"No, please, no..." Ben muttered continuously under his breath as he peered hard into the window for any sign of a bottle, although it seemed to be made out of some thick, translucent material that made it almost impossible to see into. Sighing heaving, Ben decided to try his luck as he looked over at the keypad on the right... and almost immediately frowned as he read the odd list of drinks: 2B? A2? 60? 9S? What kind of weird names were these? The only ones that really seemed to stick out to him were 9S and A2, mainly because the first could perhaps mean "S" for Soda... but considering how thirsty he was right now, he couldn't really care what he drank and so thumbed a random button - A screen next to the keypad that Ben had never noticed before suddenly activated with a sharp, static screech that made him jump on the spot. As he wondered what the hell had caused that sound, his green eyes picked up on a sentence that started to scrawl across the blue screen:
ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ, ʏᴏʀʜᴀ ᴜɴɪᴛ 2 ᴛʏᴘᴇ ʙ.
"What the...?" As Ben tried to understand what this odd message meant, he quickly became aware of the ominous clunking and groaning that was coming out of it... taking a step back, Ben was expecting the machine to explode or fall into pieces, but as the whirring and clunking only intensified over the next couple of seconds, the vending machine then... did absolutely nothing, sounding more like it powered down than anything else. Despite this, Ben couldn't help but start to inch closer to the machine as he wondered if the clunk was meant to imply that there was a bottle waiting at the large slot on the bottom... crouching down as he got even closer, Ben carefully reached a hand out and slowly slid it inside, gulping as his fingers curled and gripped around something small, cylindrical and coolly metallic to the touch. Sighing with relief and shaking his head, Ben went to pull the can out of the vending machine -
Something cool, wet and thick suddenly wrapped itself around tightly Ben's hand like a snake, and before he could even react a hot static shock surged through him, causing him to yelp as it pulsed through his body and caused him to crumple onto the tarmac, the impact squeezing all the air out of his lungs. As he lay there momentarily stunned, the part of the vending machine above the slot opened like a door, the hinges creaking and rumbling as its true purpose was finally activated - if Ben or anyone else was there to watch, they would have seen that the inside of the machine was clearly not filled with drinks or snacks; instead there was an almost alien looking high tech interior that glowed with blue lights... and most shocking of all was the human shaped indent that lay within.
Something cool, wet and thick suddenly wrapped itself around tightly Ben's hand like a snake, and before he could even react a hot static shock surged through him, causing him to yelp as it pulsed through his body and caused him to crumple onto the tarmac, the impact squeezing all the air out of his lungs. As he lay there momentarily stunned, the part of the vending machine above the slot opened like a door, the hinges creaking and rumbling as its true purpose was finally activated - if Ben or anyone else was there to watch, they would have seen that the inside of the machine was clearly not filled with drinks or snacks; instead there was an almost alien looking high tech interior that glowed with blue lights... and most shocking of all was the human shaped indent that lay within.
Groaning as his senses started to come back to him, Ben's arms and legs tensed repeatedly as he tried to stand up, but as if it was somehow able to sense this, the machine sent out four thick, black wires that wrapped around each limb like a snake, their grip tightening ever so slightly as the unbelievably strong material it they were formed out of began to effortlessly but carefully lift Ben up into the air.
Still woozy from basically being tasered, Ben gasped softly as he felt the cool and rubbery surface of the wires resting against his clammy pale skin immediately act like a breeze of cool air that had been missing in the city for the past couple days. He didn't even try to wriggle his way out of their grip - if anything he actually relaxed into them, completely unaware of what was happening to him until a darkness shifted in front of his already closed eyes and a deafening slam banged right in front of his face, causing his heart to skip a beat.
"What the... what the hell?!" He yelled, looking down to find that the wires had strapped him in tightly against some sort of slanted operating table, his limbs just barely able to even shimmy against their heavy yet somehow comfortable weight. "W-Where am I?!" A blue light suddenly switched on with a booming ka-thunk! A wide beam then shot out of it and slowly lowered itself down Ben's body from the top of his head to the tips of his toes as they rested within his sandals. Another blue screen appeared, this time directly in front of Ben's eyes, which darted back and forth as they read the message that typed itself out across it:
ᴜɴꜱᴜɪᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀɴᴛ ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ... ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴏɴ ꜱᴇQᴜᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪɴɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ.
His stomach plummeting as what he read sunk in, Ben immediately started to call out for help, but his shouts were completely nullified by the density of the futuristic metal the machine was made from. However, as if wanting to silence his attempts to escape, the machine summoned another wire from inside of itself, with it slithering up towards his face - once it appeared in his vision, Ben gulped as he noticed that there was something attached to it... a gas mask?!
With a low, ominious whirring sound, the wire then started to gradually move towards Ben, and whilst he could freely move his head, and whilst a part of him knew it didn't matter as he could hear the mechanical tendril moving to follow the direction of his mouth, he kept on futility trying to prevent what was going to happen up until it pressed against his mouth, the thin gooey instrument suctioning to his face.
A couple moments later, and what sounded like running water filled his ears, and before Ben could even begin to wonder what the source was, a thick black liquid shoot out of the mask and flowed directly into his mouth and down his throat, the unexpectedness of this along with the sheer force behind the spraying making Ben choke as some of it fell down into his lungs. As he lay there convulsing with each cough, he wondered if he was somehow going to die trapped inside this machine... but unbeknownst to him, the liquid that had accidentally gone into his lungs didn't stay trapped for long, as a single drop was filled with hundreds of nanomachines that had been designed for the purpose of creating YoRHa units. Therefore, they simply melted into Ben's body and began to gradually spread across his entire body, seeping into his bones, organs and even skin - the only sign he knew that this was happening was the satisfyingly coldness that was spreading throughout his body.
However, his initial concern for this feeling soon disappeared as he let out a soft sigh, relaxing into the grip of the wires as he noticed how much cooler he felt now... his brain tingling with pleasure, Ben's eyes also felt heavier as he leaned against the table. Within a matter of seconds, his skin was no longer coated in a sheen of sweat... and neither did it contain a single trace of body hair, with each and every strand seemingly absorbed by the skin as the nanomachines filled up the pores. Ben felt so drowzy now that even his thoughts had slowed down, and as the muscles around his jaws started to weak to allow even more of the cold, viscous liquid down his throat, he finally drifted off into unconsciousness.
And it was then that the nanomachines began their work, with the first part of Ben's body to be adjusted being his height as it actually increased by a couple inches, his spine emitting dull cracks and pops as it slowly stretched upwards, straightening his back into a perfect posture whilst oddly causing his chest to push out ever so slightly. The rest of his bones followed, with his legs growing to make him even taller, but the most prominent change had to be around his waist as his hips started to push outwards, the bones creaking and groaning like strained wood as the countless nanomachines swarming that area pushed and pulled against Ben's pelvis - although they made sure that none of these changes would be too painful, this was something that caused him to grimace and groan softly in his sleep as he gained a pair of wide, womanly hips that looked completely off when compared to rest of his male body.
This oddy female appearance only increased as the nanomachines focused on Ben's shoulders, the bones there emitting sharp and harsh cracks as they caved inwards, giving him a smaller and more graceful upper body. His hands changed next, shrinking as the fingers elongated and the nails stretched out and were coated in a sleek, black polish that shone even in the dimly lighted interior. The same happened to his feet, which were daintier and lighter than they had ever been before whilst also wearing the same black gloss. Finally Ben's jawline shifted and and morphed, quickly losing its masculines edges and angles as it softened into a smooth oval shape, and his nose rounded out into a cute button shape - in a matter of minutes, Ben's general appearance had changed into a more androgynous look, with only his completely flat chest being the only obviously masculine part.
A cool tingling sensation suddenly spread itself across Ben's body, more specifically his skin, as if each individual pore was shaking and rubbing against each other. This change was much slower than the previous, but if there were anyone else who could have seen what was happening to Ben, they would have noticed a gradual tan glazing over his body, as if there were watching a sped-up video of him sunbathing. What had once been pale skin was now a caramel toned shade - but that wasn't all that changed colour, as Ben's sandy blonde hair started to dim into a pitch black, its volume and length increasing as it shaped itself into a bob hairstyle that framed his face perfectly. The tingling sensation reappeared, this time on Ben's lips as the nanomachines there started to manipulate the tissue, causing them to rapidly puff out into a pair of plump kissable lips, the dry cracks and flakes of dehydration melting into the gooey, wet sheen that produced a creamy, coffee colour as it spread across Ben's mouth.
Now that the biggest cosmetic changes were complete, the nanomachines focused their attention on properly augmenting Ben's body, with the first parts affected being his limbs, the flesh there being rapidly massaged, relaxed and tightened to instill years and years of physical training within seconds. As his arms became leaner and more defined, his legs received a bigger adjustment as his thighs started to expand with pillowy tissue and sinew, making them thick enough to compliment his newly widened hips whilst the lower half of his legs became slender, lithe and perfect for running about and performing all kinds of acrobatic moves. Simultaneously, Ben's waist began to pull inwards as the muscles around his stomach started to receive the same treatment as the faint outline of a six-pack toughened and tightened into existence.
The tingling then reappeared at Ben's flat rear, and just like with his lips earlier, the countless nanomachines positioned there started to knead and morph the flesh there, causing it to swiftly fill out with jiggly, pillowy tissue that easily filled and started to strain tightly against his plain blue shorts. Combined with the width of Ben's hips and the thickness of his thighs, the added bubble butt resulted in various seams splitting apart in the fabric, although this hardly mattered to nanomachines and their operator, as his clothing was hardly fitting for the unit he was going to become.
Now that there were only a couple changes left, the nanomachines kicked into overdrive as they began to install their biggest upgrades into their host, with the coldness wrapping around his neck like a scarf as it pooled around his groin and chest - and almost immediately the two areas were overloaded with pleasure as the nanomachines shifted and morphed the flesh around the former whilst tugging and pulling on the soft muscles of the latter, sending massive surges of ecstasy throughout Ben's entire body as it felt like he was being jerked off and being given a massage simultaneously.
Groaning and moaning softly, Ben's eyes slowly fluttered open from his body's constant stimulation, his mind heavy with lust and sleep that it was nigh impossible for him to even begin to comprehend what was going on - believing himself to be in some sort of weird sex dream, he merely went along with what was happening to him as his hips instinctively bobbed back and forth, his member hardening and growing... but then, a couple moments later, Ben's penis actually softened as the nanomachines coiled around it started to tug and pull, each one sending a massive spark straight down his length and throughout his body.
Meanwhile, the nanomachines stored around Ben's chest began to morph and fill the area around his nipples with thick, pillowy flesh that rested gently in his top as a pair of comfortably sized c cup breasts finished growing out - there was no denying just how feminine Ben's body was now...
And as the pair of breasts formed, waves and waves of pleasure constantly washed over Ben, each one causing a moan to push its way out of his lips... and with each and every one, the pitch started to shift higher and higher as the nanomachines wrapped around his neck started to augment his vocal chords, removing the unneeded adam's apple that lay there in a matter of seconds, leaving Ben with a completely smooth and slender neck with a soft, gentle and feminine voice that fit with his womanly form.
However, there was still one final upgrade that the nanomachines needed to complete, and now that it had been a couple minutes of them constantly stimulating Ben's length, along with the sheer pleasure of the previous adjustments to his chest, Ben's body couldn't hold back the warm tension that had been slowly rising and building within his member - And with a piercingly high pitched scream, he finally went soaring over the edge as another pleasant surge flowed across his body. However, if Ben had been paying attention, he would have noticed that he was shooting blanks due to the fact that the nanomachines were making sure that his testicles were completely empty before moving on to the final physical change.
And once Ben finally started to come down from his orgasmic high, he let out another strained groan of pleasure as an odd senstation bloomed around his crotch - it felt like something was moving about inside of him, some sort of weird tugging sensation - but before he could even really understand what that sensation was, he yelped as he felt a sudden dull ache shoot through him as his testicles pulled inside of his groin with in one powerful yoink, sending a massive wave of pleasure coursing through his body as they were swiftly changed into a pair of ovaries that immediately started to pump estrogen throughout his system. Another shriek then burst out of Ben's lips as an equally powerful spark slammed into him, his feminine form arching forward against the wires wrapped around him as his still stiffened member followed suit and was quickly enveloped by the new pair of wet, tight lips, shrinking as it merged into the soft flesh until it was nothing more than the smooth snub of her clitoris.
Her mind utterly intoxicated with bliss now, there was still one final task that the nanomachines needed to perform as they swarmed up to Ben's brain and began to sink into it, each and every single one sending a series of jolts through it and into her thoughts as they started to download information. New memories started to install themselves into Ben's consciousness, memories of an endless war, of a bleak and almost empty world infested with alien machines hellbent on seeking and destroying the remnants of humanity - only YoRHa was the final bastion, doing whatever they could to defeat them...
"For the glory of mankind."
The blue beam from earlier reappeared, seeming to do the exact same scanning as it had done to Ben earlier, although this time it was at a much slower pace - and unlike the last time, it seemed to be adding to her body as it approached her eyes, a white blindfold suddenly materializing over her shut eyes. The second it touched her t-shirt, the blue fabric was digitized into the same light blue energy before being reuploaded as a white, silky soft material - by the time it had reached down to her wrists, it was clear that an elegent white dress was being downloaded, with a lacy white opening appearing over her chest that hinted at the breasts they fitted around so comfortably. A pair of grey and white gloves then wrapped themselves around her dainty hands and buried themselves within the flowery endings of the dresses' sleeves as they crawled up to her elbows, and as the skirt end billowed out to her knees, an opening was left to show off one of her tanned thighs and whilst a tight black leotard appeared underneath the dress and clung to her body, emphasizing just how bubbly and perky her ass was as it disappeared between the pillowy cheeks. Finally, her shorts were remade into a pair of white, leathery high heeled boots that propped up her height by a couple inches and added an extra bit of force behind the kicks that her lean legs were capable of throwing out.
The second the beam finished making the dress, it whined up and emitted a piercingly bright flash of white directly at Ben's face like a camera. A couple moments later, and underneath the white blindfold that was wrapped around her head, the YoRHa unit's eyes snapped open, revealing that they were now a stormy grey as they started to slowly take in the text that was appearing on the screen in front of her:
ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴏɴ ꜱᴇQᴜᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱꜰᴜʟ. ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ, ʏᴏʀʜᴀ ᴜɴɪᴛ 2 ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴄ.
A she read the message, something within the YoRHa unit's clicked - whilst the organisation had various types of units already, there was a new type of unit that had been made in response the constantly growing machine army - she was a "Conversion Unit". In many ways, she was a modified Scanner unit, but whilst those could only hack into enemy units, she had the ability to completely convert both machine and android resistance members into YoRHa units, effectively able to revert any unit whose black box was irretrievable after "death".
"ʏᴏʀʜᴀ ᴜɴɪᴛ 2 ᴛʏᴘᴇ ʙ" ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʙᴏx ᴜɴᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ: ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴀ ꜱᴜɪᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴄᴀɴᴅɪᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴏɴ. ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ?
"For the glory of mankind."
The wires wrapped around 2C's limbs hissed as they loosened and slunk back into the depths of the terminal as it opened and pushed her out - and she graceful stepped out onto the hard, tarred ground, the sound of her high heels click clacking echoing slightly in the otherwise quiet alleyway... Turning her head to the left, 2C became aware of the bustling city street and became curious about all the noise and movement coming from there - she'd never seen so many androids in one place before - But then she shuddered and turned her head away as a vision of a young man appeared in her thought processes... There seemed to be some level of recognition deep within 2C's system, but she simply dismissed it and refocused on her mission. Looking upwards, 2C stared at the ledge of the building in front of her, her eyes squinted as she crouched down slightly - and then she suddenly leaped upwards and over, landing gently on the flat roof. Listening to her subroutines, 2C's system seemed to suggest that the potential candidate was around five point three miles away in the north east... she immediately began to sprint in that direction, her speed seeming to gradually build up to the point where she could easily outrun any olympian whilst effortlessly somersaulting and twirling over the city rooftops...
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Brandon was relaxing in the living room of his apartment... well, relaxing as much as he could considering the circumstances: It was so warm that he just wanted to lean back into his sofa, but at the same time the amount of sweat that was sticking to his skin meant that it was uncomfortable to rest against the fabric, so he had to resort to just sitting at the very edge, a hand tightly clasped around an icy cold bottle of water, the contents already half gone. Wiping his forehead, Brandon let out a sigh not only from exhaustion, but also from the fact that his mind was constantly replaying his brief snap at Ben less than an hour ago - of course he was sure that his friend would easily forgive him considering how irritated they both were, but a part of him wished that he'd stayed, or that Ben was here now so he could apologise-
Someone then thumped really hard on the front door, causing Brandon to jump in his seat as he was snapped out of his thoughts by the abrupt sound. As the knocks rang out again, Brandon lifted himself up off the sofa, and yelled out "Alright! I'm coming, I'm coming!" Shuffling down the hallway to the front door, he wondered just who could be behind it - he wasn't expecting any deliveries, and judging from the rather aggressive thumping, it couldn't be a random family member or friend coming over to visit... Rolling his eyes as he approached the door and opened it Brandon said "What do you wa...uhh...?"
Instead of seeing a disgruntled landlord, Brandom found himself staring at a woman wearing some sort of white, bridal dress - he quickly brought his eyes back up to the woman's face as he realised that he'd been staring at her breasts, but was a little confused at the fact that she was wearing a white strap over her head.
"Uh, hello ma'am?" The second she heard Brandon's voice, the woman's head tilted slightly.
"Candidate located." she said in light, yet somewhat oddly empty voice.
"Candidate...?" Brandom muttered. "Wait, is this for some sort of voting thing? I'm not really into politics, so plea-" Before Brandon could even blink, something slammed into his chest and squeezed all the air out of his lungs, the impact of his back hitting the ground only adding to the amount of time he spent dazed. By the time he could even think of trying to get up, a weight suddenly pinned down onto his chest and arms - it was the woman! "W-What the hell... Let go of me!" Brandon yelled, grunting as he tried to raise his arms - but no matter how hard he tried, it was as if the woman's dainty hands were made out of concrete from the amount of pressure they were putting on on his limbs.
Kicking the door shut behind her with one of her high heeled boots, the woman then started to shift and position herself so that she was directly on top of his lap, she then lowered her head down and... started to kiss Brandon? His eyes widening, Brandon let out a muffled yell as he couldn't to wriggle and struggle out of the woman's embrace, his legs shuffling and kicking wildly in his useless attempt to kick her off.
The situation only got weirder for Brandon as he felt the woman's tongue gently push into his mouth and start to rub itself against his own, the unexpected but undeniably sensual feeling causing a certain part of him to twitch and poke against the woman's inner thigh... and Brandon's shock intensified as he felt the woman start to slowly grind herself against his length, causing him to let out a muted moan as tiny jolts of pleasure shot through him. After a minute or so, lust overtook Brandon's reasoning and he simply gave in to what was happening, placing his hands onto her shoulders as his own hips began to instinctively buck and thrust against hers.
Of course, what Brandon didn't know was that this entire situation was entirely planned out by 2C to enable her to complete her mission - as she kissed him passionately, the hundreds of thousands of nanomachines that had been stored within her body were now spread into Brandon's via her kiss, with the only way he could tell that it was happening being the same cooling sensation that had spread through his former friend earlier.
However, due to the fact that the nanomachines were now part of a fully operational YoRHa conversion unit, it meant that the process was much quicker - already there were patches of pure pale skin appearing all over Brandon's body, a tingling sensation bubbling across his scalp as hair started to grow out of it and turn into the exact same bob that 2C had, although it was a pure, snowy white instead of the inky black 2C had. By the time Brandon noticed the paleness spreading up his arms, there was nothing he could have done to stop what was happening to him, his heart skipping a beat as he watched his hands get coated in the creamy colour...
And once his skin had completely changed, he could only watch as he saw his fingers slenderise, hands shrink and watch as his already athletic looking arms lose some of their bulkiness.. and yet at the same time, he actually felt somewhat stronger than before, although the thought of trying to pry 2C off of him no longer occurred to him as he was bombarded with the various sensations of his hips widening and his thighs thickening, his spine snapping into a similarly perfect s shape whilst his waist pulled in, along with the double whammy of big, bouncy breasts... and an even bigger, bubblier butt pushing themselves out of his body. With a loud, and similarly pitched wail, Brandon's mind was utterly overwhelmed as his member rapidly formed into a tight wet slit, leaving him an almost mindless pleasurable mess - meaning he was absolutely perfect for the nanomachines to download the last updated memories of 2B into his brain: Visions of that same endless war vs machines appeared in his mind, but unlike 2C's, there was something more to these memories... a male scanner unit introducing himself... followed by a memory of him laying on the ground with a sword embedded in his chest... one where it was in his back... one with the two of igniting their black boxes whilst surrounded by machines... then finally, one with her hands clamped tightly around his neck...
"This clothing is hardly combat effective, 2C." She said in a calmer, sterner tone. "You couldn't have given me my proper YoRHA uniform?"
"Conversion units are only able to apply physical changes to their targets," she explained in a matter-of-fact tone before reaching a gloved hand out towards 2B, who grabbed it and pulled herself up onto her feet. "It is recommended that you head to the nearest terminal in order to receive your uniform."
2B simply nodded, and was about to head out of the apartment when the two of them suddenly received a call, and a confident female voice started to speak, a voice that 2B instantly recognised as belonging to the YoRHa commander herself:
"2B and 2C... The Council of Humanity thanks you for your service. In order to fully combat the threat of the machines, we have managed to travel back into the past. Our aim is to successfuly assiimilate with humanity, so when the eventual machine invasion occurs in almost three thousand years time, we are able to completely defeat our enemy before there is any tragic loss. We were made to be their ultimate weapon... and now, we shall be their ultimate shield. Glory to mankind."
"Glory to mankind." 2C pledged, her left arm immediately snapping up to her chest. 2B stood there silently, her ears focusing on the thriving city outside... the distant echoes of car horns and chatter that sounded so strange compared to tranquil ruins she had explored and fought in countless times before... Standing perfectly straight, she moved her left arm to her chest.
"Uh, hello ma'am?" The second she heard Brandon's voice, the woman's head tilted slightly.
"Candidate located." she said in light, yet somewhat oddly empty voice.
"Candidate...?" Brandom muttered. "Wait, is this for some sort of voting thing? I'm not really into politics, so plea-" Before Brandon could even blink, something slammed into his chest and squeezed all the air out of his lungs, the impact of his back hitting the ground only adding to the amount of time he spent dazed. By the time he could even think of trying to get up, a weight suddenly pinned down onto his chest and arms - it was the woman! "W-What the hell... Let go of me!" Brandon yelled, grunting as he tried to raise his arms - but no matter how hard he tried, it was as if the woman's dainty hands were made out of concrete from the amount of pressure they were putting on on his limbs.
Kicking the door shut behind her with one of her high heeled boots, the woman then started to shift and position herself so that she was directly on top of his lap, she then lowered her head down and... started to kiss Brandon? His eyes widening, Brandon let out a muffled yell as he couldn't to wriggle and struggle out of the woman's embrace, his legs shuffling and kicking wildly in his useless attempt to kick her off.
The situation only got weirder for Brandon as he felt the woman's tongue gently push into his mouth and start to rub itself against his own, the unexpected but undeniably sensual feeling causing a certain part of him to twitch and poke against the woman's inner thigh... and Brandon's shock intensified as he felt the woman start to slowly grind herself against his length, causing him to let out a muted moan as tiny jolts of pleasure shot through him. After a minute or so, lust overtook Brandon's reasoning and he simply gave in to what was happening, placing his hands onto her shoulders as his own hips began to instinctively buck and thrust against hers.
Of course, what Brandon didn't know was that this entire situation was entirely planned out by 2C to enable her to complete her mission - as she kissed him passionately, the hundreds of thousands of nanomachines that had been stored within her body were now spread into Brandon's via her kiss, with the only way he could tell that it was happening being the same cooling sensation that had spread through his former friend earlier.
However, due to the fact that the nanomachines were now part of a fully operational YoRHa conversion unit, it meant that the process was much quicker - already there were patches of pure pale skin appearing all over Brandon's body, a tingling sensation bubbling across his scalp as hair started to grow out of it and turn into the exact same bob that 2C had, although it was a pure, snowy white instead of the inky black 2C had. By the time Brandon noticed the paleness spreading up his arms, there was nothing he could have done to stop what was happening to him, his heart skipping a beat as he watched his hands get coated in the creamy colour...
And once his skin had completely changed, he could only watch as he saw his fingers slenderise, hands shrink and watch as his already athletic looking arms lose some of their bulkiness.. and yet at the same time, he actually felt somewhat stronger than before, although the thought of trying to pry 2C off of him no longer occurred to him as he was bombarded with the various sensations of his hips widening and his thighs thickening, his spine snapping into a similarly perfect s shape whilst his waist pulled in, along with the double whammy of big, bouncy breasts... and an even bigger, bubblier butt pushing themselves out of his body. With a loud, and similarly pitched wail, Brandon's mind was utterly overwhelmed as his member rapidly formed into a tight wet slit, leaving him an almost mindless pleasurable mess - meaning he was absolutely perfect for the nanomachines to download the last updated memories of 2B into his brain: Visions of that same endless war vs machines appeared in his mind, but unlike 2C's, there was something more to these memories... a male scanner unit introducing himself... followed by a memory of him laying on the ground with a sword embedded in his chest... one where it was in his back... one with the two of igniting their black boxes whilst surrounded by machines... then finally, one with her hands clamped tightly around his neck...
"Nines..."
Tilting her head at what sounded almost like a sob coming out of 2B, 2C silently climbed off of her, noticing how the newly converted unit clenched her fists for a couple seconds before relaxing them and letting out a short but weary sigh. 2B then opened her eyes, allowing 2C to watch as the brown colour in them was quickly bleached by the same greyish hue in her own eyes. Sitting up, 2B simply scanned her eyes about the area before looking down at the khaki shorts and the plain white vest that strained tightly against her breasts.
"This clothing is hardly combat effective, 2C." She said in a calmer, sterner tone. "You couldn't have given me my proper YoRHA uniform?"
"Conversion units are only able to apply physical changes to their targets," she explained in a matter-of-fact tone before reaching a gloved hand out towards 2B, who grabbed it and pulled herself up onto her feet. "It is recommended that you head to the nearest terminal in order to receive your uniform."
2B simply nodded, and was about to head out of the apartment when the two of them suddenly received a call, and a confident female voice started to speak, a voice that 2B instantly recognised as belonging to the YoRHa commander herself:
"2B and 2C... The Council of Humanity thanks you for your service. In order to fully combat the threat of the machines, we have managed to travel back into the past. Our aim is to successfuly assiimilate with humanity, so when the eventual machine invasion occurs in almost three thousand years time, we are able to completely defeat our enemy before there is any tragic loss. We were made to be their ultimate weapon... and now, we shall be their ultimate shield. Glory to mankind."
"Glory to mankind." 2C pledged, her left arm immediately snapping up to her chest. 2B stood there silently, her ears focusing on the thriving city outside... the distant echoes of car horns and chatter that sounded so strange compared to tranquil ruins she had explored and fought in countless times before... Standing perfectly straight, she moved her left arm to her chest.
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