A butler... kind of

The call is answered by a human woman, dressed in a suit and tie… for certain values of dressed. She's wearing a Creature Companion Environmental field collar, which uses **** fields to engage environmental protections instantly as need. Her clothing, such as it is, is just the tie, collar, sleeves, pant legs, and dress shoes of a full butler suit… while leaving her breasts (nearly as big as mine) stomach (trim) baby bakery (hairless), and rear (quote plump) fully visible… which is how I can tell she has a dildo currently occupying her snatch… and that it's vibrating slowly. Her face is red, and there's a sad, glassy look in her eyes; it's easy for me to tell she's under a Dominate Person spell.

“Greetings Dana, you're expected,” the woman intones, and bows deeply, giving me a view of her bare rear and the vibrator stuffed in there before she stands, “This way, please…”

She leads me through the airlock into a ballroom, where there are a dozen other women of various races in a similar state: Maids, mostly. None are what I'd term ‘decent’, and all are mind controlled. There's also a handsome hunk, blonde hair, blue eyes, square jaw, just enough muscle to show he's not a slacker, his chest covered in a thick mat of blonde hair, and he's just nude as he declines on a couch, eating grapes fed to him by hand from one of his servants while he massages her chest idly, his mouth-watering foot long sausage laying sleepily between his legs in a styled bush.

I suppose he doesn't need to worry about anyone actually hitting him.

I find I can't meet his eyes as he smiles and gets up, slapping the boob he's handling soundly after letting go, leaving a red welt. “Ah, Dana, my savior… don't mind the help, they're just would-be assassins I've collected over the years. Dominate Person, a few orders, snip off their balls so they won't have kids, a Serum of Sex Shifting so they'll fit in, and they're good to go. More useful than just wasting them.”

Wouldn't have worked on me anyway… I have magic immunity, and the spell allows for Spell Resistance. But… ugh… my body is SO responding. I want… I want…

“So how does this work?” He interrupts my thoughts with that silky smooth voice of his.

I close my eyes (not that it helps, I can still see perfectly thanks to the various Divination Sphere talents I have running), and take a deep breath… which unfortunately means I smell the musk of recent sex in the room. Oh, I want him so bad… and he's poison… I then pull out a Hologram Core from my Warp Storage, and toss it to him. “I will transfer you. Humans have a maximum age. A true AI does not. Take your time, check it out… I made a few spares if you need to see the process demonstrated,” I pull another out. “You won't be the same, but you won't need to worry about old age.”

“Do please demonstrate. I even know just the right person…” he focuses a moment, and a woman starting to go gray, dressed like the others, walks into the room, “Jasmine here could use a younger body. Also… I'd like the others, so I can scan them all to make certain they're identical and don't contain surprises.”

I shrug, handing him the one I'm holding as I get out the third, “This takes a little while,” I take another breath, “Come here, Jasmine.”

She does, and holding the sphere in one hand, I put my other on her head and cast a Quickened AI transformation spell… which still takes a full minute (but it does beat the default one hour casting time).

When I'm done, Thaddius Thornsbane casts Dominate Person immediately on the sphere, and concentrates… and the hologram forms around the sphere, turning into… exactly the woman who's empty body collapsed on the ground, although no longer going gray, and now sporting a slightly see-through body.

I wait patiently as he spends some time interrogating her: Asking her name, age, base race, what she did, and so on… and no, she doesn't answer with Jasmine. Eventually satisfied, the man hands the two remaining spheres to the woman, and concentrates a moment… then she leaves.

The evil, evil hunk of perfection smiles, “There we go. She'll confirm all three are identical over the next few hours. Until then…” he strokes his baby batter baster, and it hardens and rises up, settling in at an amazing eighteen inches, “...I've noticed you can't exactly meet my eyes. How about you spread those legs for me, hmm? Let me show you what it's like to submit to a real Alpha.”

“I… I…” I begin, backing away, tripping onto a bed that someone slid behind me while I was distracted. I land on my padded rear, itself on a very soft mattress, which puts my eyes level with his little head… which is actually pretty big. And perfect. I just have an urge to wrap my lips around it, and he's getting so close….