Make it change its clothes and dance

"Alright, get off my dick and pose sexy for me."

Slut **** got up onto his feet and struck a flexing pose, making sure his chest, belly, and crotch were prominently on display to Tom, who was still on the ground.

"Now another."

The P-Zombie then switched to a more feminine and seductive pose-his hands behind his head as he pushed out his chest to the man under him.

Tom proceeded to stand up and command, "now start dancing like a stripper on a pole."

"I'll do you one better~," Slut **** said as it decided to take a liberty to better serve and inform him as his Philosophical Zombie.

The former-Joseph Dane backed away from his Master until he could tell he had nothing within a five foot radius around him. With casual confidence, the Zombie jumped about a half foot into the air, and before he could even descend a stripper pole with a platform appeared under his feet. It was bolted to the floor right in front of his desk like it had always been there. Tom held back his shock, and simply accepted it as his professor began swaying and thrusting his hips-his body jiggling erotically to absolutely no music.

"Amazing. All of this has been so fucking hot."

"You'd be even sexier in lingerie. The more stretchy and form-fitting, the better."

"You got it, Daddy~"

Slut **** began shaking his ass to Mr. Blossom as he formed a purple, floral lace thong around it and his dick. This came alongside a matching top (with holes cut specifically for displaying his nipples) and pair of stockings. They hugged the curves of the Zombie's body as he pranced around the pole like a saucy nymph. He eventually stopped in front of his Master, thrusting his bouncy tits, gut, and junk at him while slowing squatting up and down (using the pole as support.)

Tom then says, "Repeat this part of your dance on loop. Now, fawn over me and add in some dirty talk."

The Zombie-**** then said as he gyrated, "Oh Sir, you're everything to me in every way~ I think you're so fucking hot~ No one could ever compare to your erotic energy ~ I can't wait to get FUCKED by you~~ I can't wait to sit my ass down on your-"

"Alright, now I want you to continue doing every action I told you to do and keep this appearance... but turn off your personality and go to your default."

In that moment, all emotion left the face of Slut ****. In its place is was an expression of pure neutrality. The dancing became uncannily smooth, being almost machine-like in how consistent and on-form it was. Tom began to understand how a P-Zombie wasn't a person, but a type of thing made to imitate one.

In a completely blank voice, it said:

"this unit's purpose is to be penetrated and used sexually. it is to give the feelings of passion and eroticism to its Master. this unit knows to desire being dominated. it is ready to serve Thomas Blossom with its body for the rest of its existence."

This got Tom even harder than he already was. He jacked off to the sight with the "saliva" of the Zombie. Stroking faster and harder as "Dane" continued to state his new purpose from an objective, emotionless point-of-view.

"G-god! Make this another persona! Give me some time to think of a trigger name!"

"this unit has a suggestion for a name it will share if you want it Master."

"S-s-sure! Lay it on me!"

"Erotic Drone Unit 1, or EDU1."

"Yeah, that's fucking hot!!! Make both of those triggers!!!"

Tom began walking towards the robotic slut. He needed to release, but wanted to do it into his new sextoy. He got to the stage, inches away from the bouncing body of his artificial sex ****. He stepped up onto the stage grabbed EDU1 by its wrists, and humped into its underbelly to frot with its dick. The weight of the fat felt great on his cock.

"God, you're such a good whore! Lay on your stomach across your desk! ASS UP FOR ALL TO SEE!"

"this unit will obey."

Laid out on its gut, its round ass faced Tom . He walked up, pulled the thong the Philosophical Zombie was wearing out of the way, spread its cheeks, and lined his cock up with the hole. He was going to fuck this thing that pretends to be his college professor.

"Alright, now make your asshole-"

Then, a sudden noise spooked Tom: a door opening. He spun around to see a janitor had come in with a rolling trash bin, hand vacuum, and cleaning sprays. Tom began trying to cover his body, and covering Joseph's body with his.

"WOAH! HEY! I CAN EXPLAIN!!!"

The older custodian was then startled and annoyed by Tom's loudness, so she responded, "shh! Calm down, it's after hours. Just finish up with your meeting and I'll try not to be a distraction." She then went around cleaning Joseph's office like everything was normal. Tom was completely confused by this interaction. The janitor definitely saw him undressed.

After a beat, the former-Joseph neutrally chimed in, "this unit must maintain its alter ego as a Romero University History Professor at all costs, meaning it cannot be fired for any reason. the unit will often use its reality altering capabilities to change others perception and feelings towards what it is doing and how to socially interact with it."

Tom sat with that knowledge for a bit, before whispering to EDU1, "...so, I can fuck you in public, right?"

"yes," it responded.

"Good, great to clarify... now make that clean ass generously self-lubed at all times," Tom said as he realigned his dick with it's goal.