Looks like it's time to add a third robo-slut to his collection

“Zara!” Ayaan exclaimed, surprised by her sudden appearance.

Zara stood frozen at the threshold, her eyes darting between the scene before her—Leila transformed into a living sushi platter and Fatima, in her affectionate role, gazing lovingly at Ayaan. Her expression shifted from shock to a mix of disbelief and concern as she took in the situation. Zara’s face went pale as she struggled to comprehend the extent of what Ayaan had done using her invention.

“What’s going on here?” Zara asked, her voice trembling slightly as she struggled to process the surreal scene. She stepped into the room, her eyes locked onto Ayaan, her confusion evident.

Ayaan, momentarily caught off guard, saw an opportunity. He took a deep breath and prepared to explain the situation, knowing that this unexpected twist could lead to new developments in his plans.

“What have you done!?” Zara’s voice trembled with horror and disbelief. “This isn’t what I intended! I wanted you to have your ****, but this—this is depraved!”

Fatima, still in Lovestruck Girlfriend mode, turned her attention towards Zara. Her eyes sparkled with programmed affection, though her expression was one of confusion as she recognized Zara. “Oh, Zara, it’s so nice to see you! Ayaan has been so wonderful. Isn’t he the best?”

Zara’s eyes widened in disbelief. “No, stop it! This is not right, you’re his stepmother!”

Ayaan quickly intervened, his tone firm. “Fati, silence.” The command cut through the conversation, and Fati’s robotic demeanour complied instantly, falling silent and standing still beside the table.

Zara’s eyes darted back to Ayaan, searching for some explanation. “Ayaan, what’s going on here? Why are you treating them like this? They’re your family!”

Ayaan took a deep breath, trying to calm the situation and regain Zara’s trust, even if only momentarily. “Zara, I understand you’re upset. This was not the outcome I intended either, but it’s a result of my own experimentation. I need your help to resolve this.”

To reassure Zara, Ayaan commanded, “Leila and Fati, return to your original outfits and stand as empty robots beside me.”

Leila’s body immediately responded to the command. She shot up sitting straight on the table, the plates of carefully prepared food crashing around her. Her clothing slowly morphed back on her skin, going back into her tennis outfit, her hair in a ponytail, and she stood at attention beside Ayaan, her expression vacant and robotic.

Fatima, too, underwent a rapid change. Her attire reverted back to her modest fitness wear, including her hijab. She assumed a vacant robotic stance next to Ayaan as well, her earlier affectionate demeanour replaced by a blank, unresponsive look.

Ayaan stepped closer to Zara, his voice softer and more earnest. “Please, Zara. I need a few minutes to explain and fix this. I’ll return them to normal, I promise. Just help me get this sorted out.”

Zara’s expression softened slightly as she looked at the two transformed individuals beside Ayaan. Her concern was evident, but she could see the desperation in Ayaan’s eyes. “Alright,” she said cautiously, “I’ll help you. But you need to explain everything and fix this. Now.”

Ayaan nodded, grateful for her willingness to cooperate. “Thank you, Zara. I promise I’ll make this right. Just give me a moment to explain how it all got to this point.”

Ayaan stood up, carefully removing the nanobot sticker from Leila’s forehead. As he walked towards Zara, he began to explain, “Here’s what happened after you left…”

However, Zara’s eyes narrowed as she began to piece together the situation. She glanced at Leila and Fati, who were standing still, their expressions vacant and robotic. The realisation dawned on her—Ayaan had two women under his control, but she had only given him one sticker with nanobots. It became clear that Ayaan had somehow managed to extend the effects of the sticker beyond its intended scope known to her.

Zara’s face contorted with a mix of anger and fear. “Wait a minute—how do you have control over both of them? I gave you only one sticker. You’ve used it beyond its limits!”

Ayaan’s expression shifted from calm to a more calculating demeanour as he recognized that his deception was about to be exposed. Realising that Zara was onto him and understanding the gravity of the situation, he decided to act quickly. “Fatima, Leila—grab Zara and prevent her from escaping!”

At his command, Fati and Leila moved with mechanical precision. Their robotic programming compelled them to obey without hesitation. Their responses were immediate and mechanical, their robotic voices synchronised as they obeyed the command. “Affirmative,” they intoned in unison. Fatima tackled her to the ground.

Leila, in her robotic state, joined in immediately. She approached Zara with a calculated, robotic efficiency and held Zara down on her back. Despite Zara’s attempts to resist and struggle, Leila’s movements were deliberate and firm. She helped restrain Zara, ensuring that any escape attempt was thwarted.

Zara’s protests were muffled as she struggled beneath Fatima’s firm hold. “Let me go! You can’t do this!” she shouted, her voice filled with desperation.

Ayaan watched the scene unfold with a mix of determination and anxiety. He knew he needed to act quickly to address Zara’s concerns and fix the situation before things escalated further.

With Zara restrained, Ayaan took a deep breath. “Zara, I know this looks bad, but I promise I’ll explain everything. Just give me a moment to sort this out.”

Fatima and Leila continued to hold Zara down, Ayaan knew their robotic programming ensured that they responded to Ayaan’s commands without question. Zara’s attempts to resist were becoming increasingly futile as the seemingly mechanical strength of her captors overwhelmed her.

Ayaan approached, his expression a mix of determination and cold calculation. He held the nanobot sticker in his hand, ready to complete his plan. “Zara,” he said, his voice steady despite the chaos, “I’m sorry it had to come to this. I need you to understand the extent of my power and the control I now have.”

“Zara,” Ayaan said, as he placed the sticker on her forehead, his voice steady and calm, “this won’t take long. The nanobots need to integrate and overwrite your programming.”

Zara struggled against Fatima and Leila, her body writhing as they held her down. Despite their mechanical strength, Zara’s resistance was palpable. “No... stop this... you can’t do this,” she protested, her voice strained and ****.

Ayaan watched her intently, noting every flicker of defiance in her eyes. He knew the nanobots would need time to fully reprogram her, but he also had a hunch that verbal commands could accelerate the process. He leaned closer to Zara, his voice taking on a commanding tone. “Zara, you will begin to feel different. The more you resist, the more difficult it will be for you to resist.”

Zara’s breathing grew more erratic as she fought against the encroaching control. “I... I won’t... I refuse to—” Her words were cut short as Ayaan continued with his commands, his voice unwavering.

“Nanobots, initiate reprogramming protocol. Erase existing personality and install default robotic mode.” Ayaan spoke directly to Zara, his voice laced with authority. “Your resistance will diminish with each passing moment.”

Zara’s expression began to waver. Her eyes, once fiery with defiance, were now clouding over. “No... please... I can’t...” Her protests grew weaker as the nanobots started to take effect, their work gradually overriding her resistance.

Ayaan’s commands continued, each one designed to further erode Zara’s resistance. “Zara, the more you fight, the longer this will take. Let go of your resistance and embrace your new role.”

Zara’s struggle became less vigorous. Her words were now punctuated with pauses, her protests growing softer. “I... don’t want to... give in...” Her voice trailed off, her resistance faltering with each passing command.

“Activate protocol: Complete Mental Reprogramming,” Ayaan directed firmly. “Your previous personality is being replaced. Accept your new role and relax.”

As Ayaan’s commands sank in, Zara’s defiance faded completely. Her once sharp gaze became vacant, her body language slackening as the nanobots continued their work. Her struggles ceased, replaced by a blank, robotic demeanour. Her breathing evened out, and her eyes took on a distant, unblinking stare.