Lots of Leather

David noted that his synthetic flesh wasn't changing into fabric but seemed to be darkening to a more reflective, black, rougher skin. It spread from the already covered portions of his body, creating a sexy, leather bikini before growing to a relatively more decent, but still revealing, outfit. The restricting tubes of material clung to his generous curves, keeping them perky and presented. The miniskirt barely flared out below his ass, but any sort of movement would make it ride up and need constant readjustment. His top was stretched so tightly, it lifted his fat tits to look almost artificial, and it would also need repeated, downward tugging to prevent underboob flashing. His feet finally received some protection from the cold floor, as David watched the surreal transformation of his ten, dainty toes fusing into two, hard toes, and his calves seemed to wrinkle and sag before separating and tightening back into a thigh high boot. A spike shot out from his heel, forcing him into a 4 inch tiptoe. He tried to move after the outfit was supposedly done, but he felt the skin on his face crawl as the bots began mimicking a fully made up face. They could even simulate the sticky wetness of his glossy, red lips. His eyes itched as shadow, liner and mascara made his already dazzling, blue eyes pop even brighter on the smoky background beneath fluttering lashes. Finally, like a living creature, his golden locks twisted and interlocked into a stylish ponytail with a playful fringe. His exposed ears felt a painless pinching for only a moment, and his fingernails felt damp before quickly drying.

David could visualize exactly how he currently looked thanks to Alexa flashing the chosen look on his retinas. Only now could David move, after all the nanobots returned to their inert states. He took his first, teetering steps in the feminine shoes, finding his natural gait leaving him flashing his pussy which he now knew came fully shaved. He shortened his pace to petite clops and found an easier time moving across the lab toward the exit. "Wait! Alexa, stop!" He yelled, he didn't want to walk anywhere, but his legs carried him as quickly as his controlled, male steps would allow.

"Can't cancel command in progress: get there as soon as you can." The quote was read back in Adam's recorded voice over the lab's speaker. David wobbled down the sterilized halls of the facility, earning a few confused glances from the night shift. He reached his car and realized the body hadn't grabbed his identification, wallet, or keys. Before he could try to look for an alternative route, his slender hand started slowly stroking the locked door handle. He couldn't jerk his gliding palm away from the knob as it jerked the car off, until, to his surprise, the electronic locks popped open to allow access. He groaned at the lewd interpretation of unlocking the car remotely, but it got the job done as his leather ass squeaked on the upholstery of his BMW. To his disgust, the car couldn't be started by hand, but by mouth. He casually tucked some stray hair behind his ears, feeling his hooped, ho earrings, before he started to fellate the stick shift. A somewhat melodious series of hums vibrated through his throat and down the shaft until the engine revved to life. David ripped the rod from his lips as soon as he could and tried to stifled any moans caused by the vibrations the car was now sending him through his seat as it came to life.

"Connecting to on board computer." Alexa stated from David's cherry red mouth. The car's GPS immediately targeted the bar where Adam had told him to go. Just as automatically, David's thighs spread comfortably wide as they managed the pedals, and a slender arm daintily secured to the steering wheel while his other arm casually hiked up his creaking skirt and rested his long, painted fingers on his bare mound. He couldn't move his limbs from their assigned position. "Arrival time is 10 minutes." Alexa announced, furrowing David's high arched brows in his confusion.

"This place is half an hour away at best." David argued fruitlessly. Still his boot depressed the gas and his arms rotated the wheel. His juicy thigh flexed harder on the accelerator, threatening to blow out the transmission, until his boots dropped the gas and hit the clutch while a deft finger stroked on his untested clit, startling a quite feminine peep from David. As a result, his car manually shifted up a gear, and when the car risked overheating again, another, unique clit stroke shifted gears once more. David's first female masturbation was as he quickly reached 40 MPH on the winding path off of the lab's property. While David the man panicked, David the bombshell handled each curve like it was one of his, sexy own, even with one hand teasing his pussy to change gears with the varying speed. "Oh, shit." David repeated, half fearing for his survival and half approaching orgasm. "Alexa, pull over!" David tried to order the suit, but with it's designation set to 'David,' it would not respond. At the base of the facility's drive up, the road connected to a wealthy, suburban community, its grid system allowing the Alexa piloted car to really gain some speed. David played with his gearbox using more complex gestures as the gears rose. Soon he was inserting a few tickling digits as he played with himself. Brake lights approached fast on the horizon, but Alexa had access to live traffic feeds, knowing exactly when and where to dodge stationary vehicles and pedestrians. Honks of annoyance faded behind David as he repeatedly broke dozens of traffic laws. His silver dollar nipples were fat and obvious through his leather tube top, and they probably controlled the car's radio at this point, but he didn't get a chance to find out before...