Yes.

Without delay, the women do as they are told, positioning themselves like dogs, presenting their well-wetted slits for your gigantic spinning dildos. Equally forthwith, you drop to your knees and plunge your six-inch drills deep into the eager humans. They cry out, having never felt something so cold, but so long and so hard as this in their vaginas.

Program Penetrator monitors temperature, moisture, and pressure within the vaginal walls of the two ecstatic targets. Reading these three variables, your Penetrator core calculates the exact speed and power required of these finicky human females. Each is started off with relatively low settings, but it isn't long before they are both screaming to feel your drills pumping harder and spinning faster.

The blonde's canal squeezes ever tighter on your Penetrating Unit, and the digit rotates faster and faster in kind. It whirs loudly as its motor drives at high capacity, only to be drowned out by the nurse's pleasured howls.

Meanwhile, the brunette moans and yowls, rocking her body in time with your rapidly pumping drill. The heavy-duty engines of your left arm kick in, and the buzzing Penetrator furiously attacks her flooding pussy. Sensors indicate that her internal temperature and contractions are reaching plateau. So are the blonde's. Time to finalize the operation.

Once more your parts shift, sending packets of liquid metal directly into the drill shafts. The spinning drills expand inch by inch, until they are nearly a full foot in length. Penetrator engines operate at maximum power. The women scream and scream of their coming climax.

At the moment of orgasm, tiny pores open on the drill surfaces, releasing the nanobots. The machine fleet is quickly absorbed by the humans' bodies. They cringe and convulse, not at all able to keep their four-legged forms on the ground. You pull the drills from their bodies and return them to their human-like form. The shafts shrink back to normal size, and pieces of skin stretch and recombine over the mechanical digits.

Standing overhead, you can easily see the changes as they happen. With your telescopic vision, you observe each and every pore on your targets' skin forming little puddles of liquid metal. The metal pools and gathers, each puddle growing larger until each liquid satellite is merged with every other. Slowly the metal mass spreads across their bodies, moving at a brisk pace over their skin, starting at their drenched cunts.

The nurses continue to seize, but the convulsions come to a halt everywhere that the metal spreads. In a moment, their hips are still. In another moment, their chests, shoulders and thighs are properly behaved. At their last moment as human beings, the women flail feebly with their toes and fingers, and their eyes dart this way and that, completely panicked and lacking direction. They will have direction very soon.

Finally, the liquid metal absorption is complete, and all is calm. Two naked bodies encased in silver lay silent upon the asphalt. A closer inspection of the brunette reveals a picture-perfect conversion, with no vestiges of the pale human skin. Even her scalp is a carefully laid matte of chrome, the follicles of her long brown mane totally untouched.

Listening attentively, you detect the beeps and clicks of internal computing. A careful look into the woman's wide-open eyes reveals an array of ones and zeroes. A tiny red indicator means that her conversion is complete. A moment later, the blonde follows. Program Penetrator has been a success.

The two new Penetrator units rise from their crumpled forms and stand at attention. In robotic tones, they make their status known.

"Unit Tx-4310 reporting. Transformation complete. Systems functioning at 100%," says the blonde.

"Unit Tx-4315 reporting. Transformation complete. Systems functioning at 100%," says the brunette.