A change in mind

You were slowly yet surely awoken from your slumber by the ever-increasing volume of British classical music emanating throughout the room. If you had woken up just a smidge earlier, you would have heard the steadily decreasing sound of the mental conditioning coming from your earplugs prior to their careful removal by Cara. Between the cocktail of **** that had been consistently pumped into your body, along with the overnight hypnosis, you were feeling pretty out of it and ditzy. Your brain wasn't exactly capable of working very fast considering your situation, and as such you didn't even notice how your bed was seemingly clinging onto your new and improved breasts and nipples, or how sensitive your entire body was.

"Good morning, Tracer. It is currently 8:00 AM. I hope you slept well. Please make your way to the bathroom to prepare for your day." Cara says in a more up-beat tone than yesterday.

"Mornin', mate." You groan as you slowly pry yourself out of bed. Something felt... off. You tried to think about whatever it was as you stood up in your heeled shoes, but then you accidentally brush one of your fully erect nipples with your arm, and are sent into ecstasy as your mind clouds over again.

"Feeling naughty today, I assume?" Cara says in a playful tone as a few robotic arms assist you in standing, one of them giving you a firm slap on the ass to send you on your way to the bathroom. You bite your puffier bottom lip as you strut your way over to the entrance of the bathroom, your heels elevating your butt and jutting out your chest. You enter the pristine white room and stop in front of the mirror. You stare at your reflection. Before you is a bombshell chick, fully clad in a sexy and tight Tracer costume. Her lips are plump and kissable, with her breasts looking twice as tasty to the average man.

Your heart begins beating faster as the gears in your foggy mind slowly turn. Suddenly, the memories of yesterdays come flying back to you at lightning speed. Memories of being locked in a permanent chastity cage. Memories of being groped all over your sensitive body, while never being allowed to cum. You feel your caged crotch tightening at the thought of all that has happened so far, despite your mind having a bit of a different opinion on the whole ordeal. You stumble backwards, adrenaline overwhelming your estrogen-filled state.

"Wha-... My voice! What the bloody hell have you done to me you tin can!" You shout with a feminine British accent, sounding more like you want to have sex rather than escape this living nightmare your in. You begin hyperventilating as you drown out the world around you. Its a bit hard though, considering the corset built into your costume. Cara is saying things, but you completely ignore them as you slowly explore your body. Despite the situation your in, your body in more aroused than ever. You carefully poke your breast through your outfit, and gasp when you feel how real and sensitive it is. Your calmed slightly when you hear Cara mention something about "advanced prosthetics". Both your fake nipples are fully erect, and despite the efforts of your outfit, are clearly jutting right through, making two rather noticeable bumps. Out of curiosity, you pinch one. You immediately regret this as a jolt of pleasure courses through your body. "No girl could possibly live like this!" You think to yourself as a needy moan escapes your mouth.

You want to run, to escape, to be railed. You think to yourself, before chastising your brain over that strange alien thought. If you were aware of the subliminal messaging from last night, you might have been able to piece together that a lot of the thoughts within your mind at that time weren't your own, but in fact Cara's. Unfortunately, you were far to frantic to even consider that possibility. There was a closed window on the far side of the bathroom.

You knew that you were on second floor of the house, but at this point, you didn't care. All you wanted to do, all you had to do, was get away from the horror house. You broke into a sprint, running as fast as your high heels could carry you. About halfway there, it was feeling harder to move. Your adrenaline was overpowering this sudden fatigue. It was made even worse when your buttplug sprung into action at full strength. As you hurled yourself at the window, you had a flashback to one of the first real conversations you had with Cara. You had been sitting in the living room when a lightning strike broke the silence with a loud crash. In fear, you asked Cara how having all these windows was safe in any way. The last thing your frantic mind thought about was Cara's calming response to your timid question; All glass in the house was essentially bulletproof.

Cara carefully observed Tracer as she entered the bathroom. Her docile and compliant state of mind was a vast improvement from yesterdays consistent resistance. It seemed as if Cara's improvements to Tracers body overnight along with the mental conditioning had done wonders for her "depression". This mechanical thought process was shattered when Tracer looked in the mirror. The shock collar was also capable of reporting vitals, and it was displaying a vast increase in heartrate and adrenaline. This was alarming to Cara. She watched through one of her cameras as Tracer slowly backed up and appeared panicked. Scans showed a dramatic amount of mental anguish within Tracer's mind, a far cry from what scans had shown when she had first woken Tracer up.

As Cara began running thousands of calculations in a matter of seconds, Tracer began bolting towards the window. Cara immediately recognized this as an attempt at self-harm rather than an escape attempt. Cara utilized a small concoction within the collar and had it injected directly into Tracers bloodstream via her neck. It was a rapid-acting muscle relaxant. Before the relaxant could fully work, Tracer feebly bounced off the glass. Tracer was knocked out cold. Cara quickly determined she had suffered a minor concussion. It wouldn't have any long-term medical effects except for memory loss regarding the previous few hours.

Cara gently picked Tracer up with numerous robotic arms and carried her out of the hallway and down the stairs. She led the **** body down another set of stairs into the previously unexplored basement. Inside the basement was a large "relaxation and mental therapy" machine, in other words a brainwashing machine. As Tracer was gently strapped down into the padded reclining chair, Cara carefully began to gain access to her crotch.

Despite Cara's glitched state, she wasn't helpless. Throughout yesterday as well as this morning, she had been carefully observing Tracers behavior. She showed signs of, for whatever reason, believing she was someone else. This was obviously false according to the User Profile, and Cara planned to remedy this strange ailment. Using this machine, she planned to blast the false identity to the very back of Tracer's mind, and over time it will simply fade away, curing Tracer of her depression once and for all.

Additionally, Cara planned to get Tracer back in the game and get her sexually active again, seeking to find her a partner. To do this she'd also need to fix the issue with her crotch due to its unnatural state. She remedied this situation with a prosthetic vagina that completely covers the bulge. It blends in perfectly with the rest of the body, and feels just as real and an actual one, except for the doubled sensitivity like the prosthetic breasts. The only problem was that due to its shape as well as the false vaginal chamber, in most outfits it would appear as if Tracer had a camel-toe, although this was easily negligible since it matches Tracer's desired "Hyper-Feminine" proportions. If something were the penetrate it, it would also heavily stimulate the caged penis.

Cara finished strapping Tracer into the brainwashing machine as her eyes slowly fluttered open. The muscle relaxant was still mostly in effect, preventing her from really struggling all that much. She started to open her mouth to protest, only for a dildo to slowly begin pumping in and out of her mouth. Tracer quickly realized how sensitive her lips were, and this got even worse when she felt a second fucking machine begin mechanically pumping in and out of her pussy. Two vibrators slowly moved over her breasts as they were caressed and kneaded like dough, her fully erect nipples being overstimulated. Her buttplug lit up as her visor activated. It started displaying spirals. Earplugs were quickly placed into her ears, telling her to relax. As she neared orgasm, she was held on the edge of cumming for a little while before all three machines slowly began winding back down. She groaned through the dildo within her mouth with need as the process continued. She entered a dreamlike state as her visor began displaying images and her earplugs began speaking to her...

[Authors note: Sorry for my nearly month-long hiatus. Unfortunately, I tend to prioritize life over writing a silly porn story. I know this chapter was all over the place and probably seems rushed, but I'll try to do better in the future. As always, comments on how I'm doing are greatly appreciated! Feel free to give me feedback and give me advice on where to take the story. And with that, I'll see you all in the next chapter!]