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Squeaking up the stairs, she slowly enters the bedroom. Eleanor is not on the bed anymore. Smiling to herself she moves to the other side of the bed, when Eleanor’s voice breaks the silence, “Bunny Boo, I need you.” Following the sound of her voice, Molly enters the master bathroom. This bathroom is about the size of my apartment, Molly thinks. She looks around, forgetting who she is supposed to be, but Eleanor is not paying any attention. “I need a hand,” she says weakly. Now Andrea added the maid’s ribbon hat to Stacy’s head, but before attaching it said, “This is the control device that will connect you to the main frame computer that controls all of the functions of the house, once on you won’t be able to remove it, the controls won’t allow it. You will be given instructions via the headpiece that will enable you to function as a maid-bot of the house, just like all of the other maid-bots.” Her vision was inordinately clear, if somewhat warped at the edges. She was in some sort of club or lounge. People in dark clothes sat all around, holding each other, taking softly, drinking. What would you like to know of my mundane lifestyle, maid angela? My long working hours? Harsh working conditions? The unpaid part-time work I am made to do in addition to working as full-time housemaid with no days off ever allowed? How Mistress forbids me all access to labour-saving devices? The strict dress code imposed upon me? The many imaginative punishments + humiliations Mistress thinks up for me? Mistress has also instructed me to encourage any suggestions of how I can be further humiliated. That’s good Miss Stacy; I would have not liked to have forced you.” Andrea said, “Now please undress from those clothes and put this uniform on.” Andrea said handing Stacy a maid’s outfit.

Several days passed and I noticed the advert was still in the window…. so I out of interest I took down the telephone number. She was aware of only one even vaguely uncomfortable sensation: a dull ache in her chest. She looked down and realized her breasts had swelled considerably. They felt heavy. She longed to be touched. Then bearded man placed his hand on one swollen globe and squeezed the nipple. Fire shot through her, and she found release as the nipple began steadily spurting milk, which the man caught in his glass. He released her nipple when the glass was full, raised his hand as if to toast her, and drank. She watched herself disappear into his mouth, watched his Adam’s apple work to gulp her down, and she wriggled in satisfaction. It was then that she realized what she had become. Some hybrid of person and catsuit and cow, a kind of rubber milkmaid in some cutting-edge bar. It would have been nice to talk with her for a while before changing her. But you know best I suppose. Where is she now?” Hi pollypvc. More on the dress code. As I hinted in previous posting, my underwear is also subject to frequent inspections (often in front of guests) and for which I am always made to remove my dress + apron. All the same rules apply; spotlessly clean + crease-free. No allowance is made for the nature of my work or the fact that I have only very limited access to laundry/ironing facilities for personal use, which I will explain later if you wish, along with the painful + degrading inspection procedure. So, what is your name?” Molly did not know how to answer that. She had not thought of a name. Eleanor had her head down as she sat on the edge of the bed, so she did not seem suspicious of the long pause. “This unit is designated RoboMaid 1212 until its redesignation.” That sounded robotic like, right?I think Joanna you have learnt your lesson….you took your punishment very well...I look forward to seeing you this time next week for the remainder of your punishment” Hi again pollypvc. You asked about the part-time work I am made to do. This was an idea Mistress had to increase my already long working day even further and ensure I had no time to rest. She also saw this as an opportunity to make money, as any wages I would normally earn are paid directly to Her, leaving me penniless as always. The first of these jobs is working as a cleaner in her younger sister's business. This is a 7 days a week job and takes up 3 hours every evening from 6 to 9 pm. (to continue.....)

This is where control, my greatest turn-on, takes over. The act of being dress and transformed is atRecalling some of the things she has seen on TV, she replies in montone, robotic voice, “Greetings, mistress. I am RoboMaid 1212. How may I be of assistance?”

Yes they do.” Pleased that she’d been able to deflect Melinda from realising it was indeed her daughter. She gave herself to him then, milk pouring out of her into his waiting gullet. He squeezed her hard with his hand, and her rubber teat responded, pouring more of the frothy white liquid into him. Rebecca was suffused with an utterly new feeling, a glow, for every human touch was pure pleasure to her. She was nothing but rubber, milk and sensation, and she loved every second of it. She moaned silently. So in my perfect world, at least for the baseline, when I state I want a relationship with enforced The next task was to polish the furniture in the study….the cleaning bag contained a tin of bee’s wax polish and a number of yellow dusters…..I carefully cleared the desk top and put a vase of flowers that was on the desk carefully onto the floor.Immediately it was attached Stacy felt her mind being taken over, her mind seemed to clear of all her worries and concerns, all thoughts of exams and studying were suddenly gone from her mind. Just a flow of information, plans of the house, who was who – even though she knew her family, she was also instructed on possible visitors. Various duties and how to conduct them were placed into her memory. They came in a geyser of cum, milk, and vaginal juice. Rebecca felt herself utterly emptied out, released. The human part of her surrendered utterly to the rubber, to the thing, to the doll that she had become. The boy collapsed against her, spent. The girl, still half inside her, wriggled in afterglow. More information flooded into Stacy’s mind, her cooking skills will be greatly improved by the information she received as well as her housekeeping too. All the while her Mother watched her work, the maid in Stacy following instructions without a thought in the world. She then went and sat down behind her desk and began working as Stacy continued to clean. Stacy took a couple of trips to gather all of the glasses and plates and take them to the kitchen for cleaning. There we go, got her database in the computer.” Just as he says that, the other guy states, “Oh look, we got a green light for full reinstall of android functions.” They high five awkwardly and begin the installation. It takes a few minutes, but they easily place thousands a tiny motors and switched and gears inside Molly’s still frame using the van’s WiFi installer. The organic material inside her begins to be “infected” with the synthetic. With no results on the outside, her entire inner body becomes a synthetic android, all of her organic organs are now synthetic ones. Her skin and hair become shinier, as the machine merges her organic skin with the latex suit and fake wig. Just as Eleanor collapses in the bed, Molly’s body finishes being upgraded to a fully synthetic robot.