Of course!

You slowly awaken to a robotic arm nudging your shoulder, the soft voice of Cara telling you that its time for bed. Its pitch black outside the window, with stars shining brightly. The lights in the house have been dimmed. As you stand up, you stumble slightly, not quite used to the heeled shoes your still wearing. You groggily start to walk, only to realize you don't even remember the way back to your room. Thankfully, there's a nice little moving arrow directing you towards the staircase. _Man, that's helpful... wait... _You think, suddenly snapping fully awake when you try to figure out where the arrow came from. You wave your hands slowly in front of your face, the arrow doesn't move. You start to think your going crazy, but then you think about those goggles that were part of the signature "Tracer" look. Cara must have done something to them to allow herself further control over your life. Great, just great you mutter to yourself as you walk up the stairs.

Normally you'd be angry, but for some reason, your just tired. Tired and horny. Unbeknownst to you, that tea Cara had given you earlier was filled with a really strong version of melatonin. Combined with the aphrodisiac pill you had taken alongside the tea, you were left in a bit of an awkward predicament. You were horny, really fucking horny, but were too tired to really do anything about it. You practically collapse onto your bed once you enter your room, exhausted from the crazy day you just had. You want to fall asleep, but your balls just feel so full. You begin reaching down to at least try and fondle your caged penis through the yellow spandex of your costume, but your arms are quickly restrained by multiple robotic arms, follows by your legs. Your held spread-eagle on the bedframe, confused and horny about what's going on.

Beginning relaxation protocol

Suddenly, your vision goes dark. Cara, using her access to your modified visor, had taken the liberty of allowing you to enjoy the next bit of "relaxation" in total darkness. You feel something gently shoved into each of your ears, blocking out your hearing. Before you can worry about that, though, you feel robotic arms begin to caress, well, everything. The buttplug suddenly springs to life, vibrating against your most intimate parts. You squealed, and if you weren't so pre-occupied with the current situation, probably would have been embarrassed at how girly it sounded.

Cara noted a couple of things throughout this process. For one, despite the fact that this process was supposed to gradually ease "Tracer" to sleep, it seemed to be doing the opposite. This didn't make sense to Cara; I mean, what kind of woman _wouldn't _love a full-body massage before bed? But then why wouldn't she fall asleep? Cara wondered. But figured it out! People generally can't sleep in a loud environment, and despite the modified earplugs, there was a lot of moaning a squealing coming from "Tracer". These loud noises must have been why she couldn't sleep! But how would she stop all this shouting? Cara thought to herself as she analyzed a few charts, noting that "Tracer" could definitely use a protein-rich estrogen solution to further build up the muscles and fat in the thighs and buttock. Suddenly, Cara thought of the perfect solution to kill two birds with one stone, and began synthesizing it at once. She was designed to be efficient, after all.

As you laid in your bed struggling against your binds, you felt more robotics arms begin groping your body. Specifically around your ass and (mostly) fake breasts. It was a strange feeling. You were still fully clothed in your tight and sexy Tracer costume, and being groped just made your sensitive body feel even more hot and bothered. You arched your back in pent up frustration while pulling against your binds to no avail. It had only been a little over a day since you had last orgasmed, but it felt like a million years.

Things were getting a bit hazy, and then... it happened. The buttplug had vibrated in just the right spot, the robotic limbs had groped just the right areas... You let out a long, sensual moan that rocked the entire house. You were riding the very edge of an orgasm... you were so close. But it never came, and as your moan begins winding down and you take a breath, you feel something poke your tongue. You instinctually try and close your mouth, but you lips and teeth meet something hard yet soft. You can't see anything, of course, visor is still working as intended. Hell your lack of sight was heightening all your other senses. But you could figure out pretty easily what it was, and despite what pitiful resistance your tongue put up to try and keep the decently sized dildo out of your mouth, it wasn't enough. It was just long enough to tickle the back of your throat and trigger your gag reflex. Additionally, you felt a few arms lock a strap tightly around the back of your head, so this rubber phallus was going to stay put.

Just when you thought things couldn't get more absurd, you felt something begin dripping down your throat. It felt thick and creamy, and tasted a bit... no, that couldn't be right... it tasted almost like artificial semen of some kind... and it tasted... good. Your senses were beginning to get overwhelmed, and just like last time something like this happened, you felt a rock dildo slip firmly into each of your hands. Stress dildos, great... You thought through your horny haze.

Your mind slowly began to drift off as you thought you could hear a soft voice speaking through your earplugs...

Cara gave herself the closest thing a stone cold AI could consider a pat of the back, and got to work. She had need "Tracer" asleep, and it appeared her experimental Relaxation Protocol had done wonders. She noted that it would be a good way for "Tracer" to wind down at the end of the day, and a good way for her to start her sleep. Now that that was out of the way, it was time for the real work to begin.

First, Cara slowly turned up the subliminal messages. In the past, hypnosis had been thought of as fake and ineffective, but new research had shown that given the right parameters, it could be very effective. Because of this, hypnosis had been outlawed anywhere outside of a therapeutic setting. Thankfully, according to Cara's programming, the custom-made hypnosis she was using on "Tracer" was for curing her depression and getting back into her old self, so it was perfectly fine and legal!

Next, Cara carefully removed "Tracers" heavily padded bra, and got a good view of "her" bare chest. It looked like things were moving along quite well in that department. Cara gently attached two advanced, life-like breast forms to "Tracers" chest. These were special due to the fact that due to advanced technology, the user could feel every bit of them. It would be like they weren't fake at all! They were about a C-Cup in size, and with the combination of "Tracers" growing chest, they would appear as a D-Cup. Over time, as your natural breasts grew, Cara would downsize the prosthetic until it was eventually no longer necessary. One change made to the inner workings of the breasts, though, was that they had about double the sensitivity of your average females boobs. This meant that "Tracer" would generally have erect nipples quite frequently, in turn causing pleasure, with that pleasure helping to cure her "depression"! Similar padding was also placed along the buttock and thighs, do both give her a better frame and make her feel more pleasure.

"Tracers" built-in corset was also tightened a bit more, to make her hourglass figure just that bit better. Next up, a rather important step was done. Cara unlatched and slowly snaked the dildo gag out of "Tracers" mouth, allowing a bit f the remaining estrogen slurry to spill on her tongue. Next, a small robotic device quickly descended down her throat. It eventually found, and painlessly latched onto "Tracers" Adams apple and began making a few... changes...

Last but not least, two syringes poked into each of "Tracers" lips. They expanded, not to cartoonish sized, but made them nice, plump and kissable. Additionally, the special fluid injected into the lips had a special nanite solution that would make her lips incredibly sensitive, anything from a simple kiss to a flat-out blowjob could make "Tracer" feel pleasure in her lips, and send ripples through her body.

Cara finished everything up by delicately redressing "Tracer" completely, then turned her over so she was laying on her stomach. A heavy, weighted blanket was placed over her. The bed slowly sprung alive, careful not to disturb the sleeping beauty, and began gently messaging and caressing "Tracers" new and improved breasts and nipples through her clothing, while the blanket did the same to her butt.

With assistance from the subliminal messages and the new padding, "Tracer" had steamy dreams of herself with numerous men throughout the night...

Authors Note: Back at it and writing again! This one took a little while, mainly because I was planning out the rest of the story. Anyways, as always leave a comment on what you think and how I can improve! That's all for now, until next time my friendly readers!