Sexbot Diana

The first thing Diana saw in her new body were her own massive tits. They were bigger than her head, though her new and improved body would ensure that she would experience no discomfort as a result, not that it would matter to her anymore. She maintained an impossible straight posture, her breasts erected outwards without any support, yet still firm as could be. An overlay appeared on her version, verifying that her balancing and motor control subroutines were appropriately calibrated, and she was released from her housing as the other bodies returned to storage.

The transfer had imprinted additional subroutines and commands into her mechanized mind. Firstly, she was to immediately locate a mirror to evaluate herself. She made her way over to a full length mirror along the wall. She was a parody of the woman she had been. In addition to her gravity-defying tits, her new artificial hair stretched down the length of her otherwise hairless body to just above her oversized ass, on top of which was a narrow hourglass waist. Such extremes could only be safely maintained by the metal and machinery which now ran beneath her perfectly smooth synthetic skin. Above her neck, her lips were puffy and glossy, her nose was cute, and her eyes were bright, framed by fine eyebrows and even finer lashes.

Diana was not Wonder Woman. Wonder Woman was a naked, drooling, brainless husk sitting limply in a chair a few feet away from her. She was an obedient robotic sex doll who served her masters with the mindless loyalty such a machine should have.

"Visual assessment complete. No irregularities detected in programming," said the computer voice from earlier. It had been examining her mental state, looking for any signs of emotional response. Such a response would require additional reprogramming, but no. Diana stared right through her own reflection without a thought in her head. "Begin evaluation of physical assets."

Diana's arms robotically rose and began to pump her breasts. They were soft, but firm, and simulated pleasure began to register in her robotic mind. She gradually transitioning to light pinches of her nipples, which caused her mechanical pussy to reflexively moisten and drip, but her face never lost its mechanical placidity. She felt nothing; her body's responses were merely automated programs executing. After a few moments, she stopped, turned around, her eyes now watching herself in the mirror over her shoulder. She extended her arms and gave her asscheeks a good smack. She watched them jiggle pleasantly before reasserting their firm rounded shape. She turned back to face the mirror and began to finger herself.

"Begin vocalization testing."

"Ah. Ah. Ah," she sputtered in monotone, her synthetic vocal cords being tested. "Ah... Ah... Ah!" She added inflections of pleasure as directed in her computerized brain. Every diagnostic came back with a perfect success rate. Full testing of her many programmed personalities would be the privilege of her master, but her body was perfect.

"Reduce hair length by 12.5%," commanded the computer. While she continued to finger herself, her hair retracted upwards to just above her hourglass waist. "Change hair color to blonde." Diana's hair lightened from black to brown to red to blonde. "Change eye color to blue." Her irises flashed, and her brown eyes were now bright blue. "Change lip color to red." Her lips turned ruby red. "Decrease breast size by 14%. Decrease buttocks size by 16%. Widen waist by 2%. Increase muscle tone by 20%. Increase tan by 3%." All of these changes automatically took place, without Diana ever breaking eye contact with the mirror or removing her fingers from her pussy. "Diagnostics successful. Revert to default settings." Her body returned to the state it had been before this test had started. "Orgasm in 3... 2... 1..."

"Ah!" For the first time, Diana's programmed response was an actual feeling, and it was mind-blowing pleasure.. A small insurance policy to ensure that even if she did somehow regain self-awareness and break her programming, she would remain a loyal **** to her own pleasure, and thus to her master's control. After she recovered from her orgasm, her body jolted as it received new instructions. She marched over to her former body, its eyes rolled up in its head, which was limply drooling over its breasts. She did not acknowledge it, she simply stood next to it at attention, staring blankly forward.

"All systems operational. Sexbot Diana is fully operational. Awaiting further instructions..."