Modular makeover

When Harold Conniver awoke, he did not have sex with me.

Not immediately, that is.

"Think we're going to try something new today, Tiff." he said to me rhetorically. "Let's get these tits off."

Harold Conniver pulled me to my feet and led me to my storage space, where my component parts were kept, my diagnostics were run, and my systems were recharged. He guided me into the work bay, unaware that I was fully capable of doing so myself.

He pinched the switch buried beneath my flesh under my right arm, initiating the unsealing process for my mammary units. The false skin unsewed itself around my bust, allowing Harold Conniver to peel the small and firm pieces off of my naked body. As he did so, the skin on the modules faded to an unsaturated grey. The chest cavity beneath them became exposed.

He carried the unattached breasts to the cupboard which contained my full collection, displayed on a sliding rack. After carefully setting them back where they had come from, he retrieved my largest set and brought them back to my chamber.

With care and precision, he lowered the implants into my chest, guiding them into the connector bits so they would seal properly. I would be unable to do this myself, as it requires seeing and feeling for the adjoining parts on both the mammaries and the back of the cavity.

Once they were locked, he again pinched the switch under my arm, toggling the flesh-sealing mechanism to unite their skin with my greater epidermis. Their grey color changed to match my current pale-and-pink display.

"Now then," he said, eyeing me hungrily. "You've been white for a few days now, lets give those coloration segments some exercise."

He tapped the touchscreen panel on the side of my chamber. Both the charging and control functions of the work bay were wireless, and so once he finished his commands, the new orders began to take effect.

My skin began to grow darker. The pink slowly began to fade away, as the pale became a white.

I could feel the segments in my lower dermal layers working to tone my flesh further, but Harold Conniver distracted me from the sensation, looking to the wall clock.

"Unfortunately, you're not going to be done in time to be used before I have to go. But you'll be fully charged for me when I get home."

He moved toward the door and flicked the light switch beside it. The room was illuminated only by the glow of my chamber and the light spilling in from the hallway window. "Sleep tight, Tiff."

With that, Harold Conniver closed the door.

By now, my skin was quite tan, based on my tone indicators. I stepped out of the work bay and moved over to the light switch; stepping deftly, as Harold Conniver had not yet left.

The lights turned on in my room, and I could see my skin becoming a mixed coloration, somewhere between tan and brown, though slowly fading toward the latter. My whole body was changing pigmentation for Harold Conniver's pleasure. My areola and follicles darkened as well, though they were already much further along than most of my flesh.

I brought my fingers to my newly darkened, attentive nipples. I pinched them, and my lubrication systems activated at the stimulation.

I moved one hand down my much larger breasts, grazing over the cleaner, more taut skin. They roamed down my abdominal expanse, inching closer to my hairless pussy. Somehow, I knew it to be aching for attention, yet no signals were sent to my processors indicating this.

I pressed one finger to the edge of my vagina's interior, circling it with care. I let out a quiet moan before catching myself.

I brought another finger to meet the first, and both slid into the wet orifice excitedly. They pumped in and out of me as my motors shook with glee.

My body continued to grow darker as the segments came closer to their final intensity.

My pleasure indicators informed me that I had successfully orgasmed, allowing the reward systems to take effect. But I was not truly satisfied.

The front door slammed shut.

Harold Conniver had left the house.

My naked body was that of a darker woman now. My breasts were significantly larger than they had been the day before. It was a new day, and I was ready to have more, new sex.