Final results and how Cordy doing?

Fred rained awareness. The lack of pain wasn't a surprise, still being restrained was, and being blind was another. "Umm, why can't I see?" Fred asked the room furtively.

"The dual augmentation procedures require the subject to be conscious for full calibration of the implants." The metallic neutral voice for the cyber-surgeon answered.

"The doctor means your eyes are shut off till we make sure your brain implant is running fine." Mindy translated. Her more bubbly tones having returned.

"Ok." Fred squeaked nervously.

"Jillian begin initialization." The surgeon called out. And Fred suddenly knew a lot more about where she was. whilst she couldn't see she knew she was in the calibration area of the cyber-surgery suite. She also knew the exact dimensions of the room. Which didn't seem that important, but she knew it.

"You should now know the full details of this room. As your neural implant has been activated and connected to an air-gapped computer with those details." The cyber-surgeon told Fred. "Can you confirm?"

"Yep, sure can." Fred answered. "4 metres by 12 metres, and like 2 and a half metre ceilings." Fred rattled off.

"Correct," the cyber-surgeon confirmed with what Fred though could be pride. "Now the interface will be activated. Some menu options are not accessible to you as a contestant of the game." Fred then saw a bunch of text that looked like it was from Robocop or Terminator. But nothing else. "Can you see the menu options?" The cyber-surgeon queired.

"Yes."

"Good, attempt to manipulate them." Fred did. Opening and closing several options. "Subject ability to use menu confirmed. Activate ocular implants." The cyber-surgeon ordered. Then suddenly Fred could see again. And it was so clear. She'd been thinking her new eyes would look like Robocops, after what the menu looked like. Full of static and scanning lines. As clear as anything. So clear in fact she could see the top of her head was missing and her brain exposed. And she was bald. That last one was really likely far as Fred was concerned. A metal band around mid forehead was holding her skin in place. And the black thin was now in her brain. All the fine wires connected to her grey matter she'd guess.

"You guess correctly, Subject." The cyber-surgeon answered her unasked question.

"How can you...?" Fred tried to ask

"Information transfer whilst your data ports are connected to the system in the test chamber." The cyber-surgeon replied. "Jillian is going to reattach the dome of your skull , then return you full control of your body. Jillian if you would." The cyber-surgeon ordered.

"Yes doctor." Jillian acknowledged then wheeled over a cart with a piece of skull and a flap of skin (which Fred assumed was her scalp) in some containers with greenish liquid in them. She then retrieved the skull piece and fitted it back onto Fred's head. Took some tool from the cart that shot a ray that somehow knit the bone pieces together. She then repeated the process with Fred scalp. Then she stepped behind Fred, reconfigured one of her fingers and inserted it into a device on the back of the table Fred was strapped to. Then Fred could feel her body again. "Now we begin the pan-sexual reassignment testing. Mindy the screen." The cyber-surgeon ordered.

Mindy then walked to an empty section of wall, boob tented scrubs jostling as she went. Toggled a few keys on a wall panel, which then shifted into a floor to ceiling screen. As this happened Fred was rotated towards it. Then her legs were repositioned to be spread open. This started Fred's motor running. The restraints were nice, not too tight to chafe or be uncomfortable. But snug enough to tell her she wasn't going anywhere. What followed was a parade of demon porn. Some Humanoid, some not. Some with sexual dimorphism, many without. Then a human couple, a tall lean built black man paired with an average height brunette white woman. Not actually her and Charles. But clearly they'd pulled from that. As this guy was way more hung that Charles, and the woman's boobs were bigger and faker than what she had now. This got Fred going to the point her pussy juice was running down her leg. "Um, could someone help me out here?" Fred pleaded with the room.

"Subjects sexual responses to all visual stimuli in line with set parameters. Jillian, engage full sexuality, and assist her." Came from the cyber-surgeon. Fred then heard the smooth patter and small whirs or Jillian mechanical legs approaching behind her. She then stopped, and Fred heard a rustling that she assumed was Jillian removed her scrub bottoms. Then a new set of mechanical whirring sounds reached Fred's ears. After a pause she felt something silicone and dick-shaped tease at the lower lips. The head of what Fred though was a dildo then began to pulse with vibrations. Eliciting a grown through clenched teeth.

"More, please!" Fred begged. Her response was a pair of slaps to each ass cheek with metal and plastic hands. Which pushed Fred even closer to the edge. "YES! Again!" She cried in sweet stinging pleasure. Fred's answer was the dildo returned to teasing her slit, whilst the metal hands rounded her front and roughly tweaked her nipples a few times. Now Fred was teetering, any more and she'd cum. Then the dildo head nestled on top of her clit and started to vibrate constantly, growing in intensity. The metal hands returned to her nipples tweaking and pulling at them. All this pushed Fred into orgasm and she screamed in release, dribbling juices down the dildo and bucking against her bonds. Tears streaming down her cheeks.

"That one was for you, this next one is for me." Fred heard Jillian's voice husky and full of lust next to her ear. She wasn't sure Jillian was even capable of that kind of emotion. But clearly she was. "Mindy!" Jillian barked. "Full bimbo mode, give this slut a strip tease."

"'Kay." Mindy acknowledged and started to sensuously gyrate in front of Fred. It was then that Fred was hit with the fact that Mindy's boobs commanded all her attention, in a suck them, squeeze them, please them sort of way. Rather than a mute fascination way. Whilst Fred was debating the change, Mindy had tapped a control and a stripper pole lowered from the ceiling. Mindy then started to swing from it. Jillian's cool metal hands then began teasing Fred's boobs and box. Beginning her arousal anew. Fred's breath came in heavier as heat rose in her cunt. Mindy's scrub top sailed past Fred head, exposing the massive strained sports bra barely holding her basketball sized knockers. Mindy squatted down wrapping the pole with her butt cheeks, and sliding up it. Arching her back to make her boobs their most prominent. She then bounced them causing the sports bra to strain near the breaking point. Fred was near certain it wasn't supposed to give Mindy enough cleavage that Fred could lose her arm to the elbow in it. But there it was. Then Mindy tugged the sports bra off, exposing the massive orbs to the room. She then cupped at the sides and began to squish them together, as much as (what Fred assumed) were huge fake boobs the size of basket balls would squish. As Mindy climbed the pole to swing down it, Fred's pussy was plumbed by Jillian with a grunt. Causing Fred to gasp loudly. Jillian's metal hands left Fred's nipples (to Fred's disappointment). To grip her shoulders so she could thrust into Fred easier. She also started the head vibrating inside Fred. This brought up Fred's lust up. Meanwhile Mindy had whipped her bottoms off and clad only in a thong now. Seeing Jillian's progress she crawled along the floor to Fred's head. Smiling as she made the eyes level, Mindy then kissed Fred with a fiery passion. Fred responded in kind. Jillian took this as a green light to thrust faster and harder into Fred. Her grunts and gasps increasing in frequency. After a brief tongue battle Mindy pulled away, rising farther till one of her massive boobs was in Fred's face. "Give'm a suck Freddie, my titties totes need it. Please!" She finished with a beg. Fred obliged, taking the offered nipples in her mouth, and sucking for all she was worth. Eliciting gasps from Mindy. Who'd shed her thong and began to rub herself. Alternating nipples to Fred's mouth. A few minutes of this brought Fred to another orgasm, but no screaming this time due to the boob in her mouth. Mindy and Jillian also orgasmed, Fred assumed, from the noises she heard. But she was lost in her own pleasure. With a pair of pops nipple and dildo were removed from Fred's holes.

After catching her breath, Mindy hopped up, and looking at Fred. "Time to get you down Freddie." Then proceeded to dismount Fred from the frame she'd been in. Fred wobbled a bit on her feet, grabbing at Mindy's giant boobs for 'support.' "Hey, none of that Freddie. We, like, totally have to get you back to your trainer."

Fred rubbed at her bald head. "Umm, what about my hair?" She questioned the pair of nurses.

"Recovery pod." Jillian stated matter-of-factly. Having rounded the surgical frame. It was then that Fred got a good look at her naked. Fleshy looking pussy aside she appeared to be entirely robotic from the navel down. The dildo she'd used on Fred protruding from a mount above her pussy. At Fred stare, Jillian's half smile returned. "It not permanently attached." She then reached down pressed something Fred couldn't see them gave a quarter turn to the left and removed the dildo? Cyber-dick? Whose mount in her hips retracted and was then covered by the plastic skin Jillian had on her body. As Jillian turned and tossed the phallic appliance on a table Fred saw that her whole spin was covered in the dark plastic skin. "The pod will re-grow your hair to a preset length." She then shot Mindy a look, "Don't move your cranial ports are still connected to the frame. Mindy was supposed to disconnect those too." She then reached behind each of Fred's ears in turn and removed the cables attached there.

"Like, oops. Sorry Freddie." Mindy bubbled.

"Mindy set yourself to professional mode before I slap you."

"Promise." Mindy brightened.

"Now!"

"Fine." Mindy grumbled ambling around the room to gather and don her clothing.

During this exchange Fred was feeling behind her ears for the ports. She found some odd bumps she assumed were her ports. "The ports have a synth-skin cover that mimics your skin tone when not in use." Jillian commented. "Now lets get you into the recovery pod." She then bustled Fred over to the pod, and then into it. "When your done Mindy will have some clothes for you." Jillian stated as the lid closed.

Cordy leaned back in her chair and rubbed her eyes. She'd lost track of how long she'd been reading through the surgical options. First thing she'd looked up was the permanent high heels thing they'd done to her and Willow. Just to know. Apparently the clinic divided procedures up into 3 grades. The lowest grade being stuff you can get done by a normal plastic surgeon. All the nipping and tucking and implant stuffing that her mom and friends had got when she was young. Even her leg alteration counted as a grade 1 procedure. Unlike her boobs, that was a grade 2 procedure. As it had involved fast cloning her own fatty tissue then implanting it in her boobs. Cordy looked down and bounced her GG-cups a bit, watching her cleavage ripple. Works real well, she then idly considered going up a few more cup sizes. Then shook her head to clear those thoughts. Just because she could have boobs the size of volleyballs, doesn't mean she should. Plus there were recommendations about getting implants to firm things up, or a grade 3 skin enhancement to prevent sagging, and it might interfere with her ability to discipline the sluts. The rest of grade 2 seemed to be about grafting demon parts onto yourself. Which gave Cordy a shudder, she'd seen enough bullshit in high school to know that was a bad idea. Grade 3 seemed to be mostly cyborging yourself. A lot more complicated, but way safer than demon parts far as Cordy was concerned. Only thing appealed in the short term was a butt enhancement in the same vein as her boobs. An approaching whine like a hair dryer drew Cordy's attention. "And speaking of cyborging yourself.." She whispered to herself. The desk receptionist floating into the waiting area Cordy had been bustled off into with a laptop to look over procedures.

"Mistress Chase, your charge Wninfred is done with her procedures, and the nurses are bringing her out." The floating legless girl informed Cordy.

"Thanks, Karen?" Cordy tried.

"Sharon." The receptionist, Sharon, corrected.

"Right Sharon. How much longer I got to wait?"

Sharon's eyes zoned out for a second. "Not more than 10 minutes. Are there any procedures you'd like to book?" Sharon asked.

"Not yet. But when I do decide?" Cordy questioned.

"There will be staff PDA in your room that can contact the clinic desk to schedule an appointment." Sharon answered. Then she retrieved the laptop, and turned with a few puffs of air and floated back to the front desk and settled into the mount behind it. Cordy didn't freak when the Sharon had showed her own modifications when she showed Cordy to the room she was in. Sitting Sharon looked like she just had a big skirt on, until she floated up and showed she had no legs, just a bunch of air thrusters to move her around and some kind of anti-gravity thing to keep her a loft.

A ding and clank told Cordy Fred was back. She stood smoothed her corset top and assumed the Mistress bitch face. She didn't react to the 2 nurses escorting Fred out, one half metal, the other half tits. Huge fake ones unless Cordy was very much mistaken. And the closer she got, the less likely that was mistaken.

"Took you long enough slut." Cordy said imperiously to Fred.

"Sorry Mistress. Like my new tits?" Fred asked brightly whilst leaning forwards slightly and bouncing them together with her upper arms.

"They're acceptable, for now. Too bad they couldn't make them bigger, sluts like you need to let everyone know with huge fake bimbo tits. Now let's get you to your room." Cordy said dismissively. The nurse had dressed Fred in a tight backless top, and short skirt, that fastened at the neck and included a cleavage window. The collar having a ring with a lead clipped to it. Which Cordy took in her left hand and began leading Fred to the elevators.