Tom’s tail

"You're sure about this?" Tom asked skeptically.

"Yes, dear," Ingrid responded with a smile that was oddly mischievous. "It's the future. It's what everyone is doing. Besides, it's just a precaution."

Tom sighed, his hand hovering over the dotted line. "Alright, if it makes you feel better." He signed the paperwork, not realizing he had just signed away the autonomy of his mind clone to Ingrid.

Tom’s wife, Ingrid, was a petite blue eyed woman with blonde hair that fell in soft waves around her shoulders. She had a sharp intellect that matched her sharp features, and her eyes gleamed with a mix of excitement and something else - something that made him feel a bit uneasy. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he chalked it up to nerves. Ingrid had always been the more adventurous one in their relationship, eager to embrace new technologies and ideas.

The man, Tom, was tall and broad-shouldered, with a strong jaw and a gentle disposition. His brown eyes held a quiet warmth that had drawn Ingrid to him in the first place. He was a simple man, content with his job as a 3-D printer operator and their quiet life together. He wasn't one for taking risks, but he loved Ingrid, and if this was what she wanted, then he would do it. He trusted her implicitly.

The mind scan process was surprisingly painless, a series of lights and beeps as the machine whirred to life. He lay down on the cold, sterile table, feeling the gentle prick of the needle as it inserted the necessary electrodes into his scalp. The room was dimly lit, with the faint smell of antiseptic in the air. The technicians, dressed in white lab coats, spoke in hushed tones as they worked.

“Now Tom, prepare yourself. We are copying your mind and, from your copies perspective you may soon regain your consciousness in a new body. This might be next month, next year… next decade… who knows. When we do updates the older copied versions of you will be superseded. Don’t worry, only you and your wife can access the copies, Ok?”the technician said.

Tom nodded as he tried to imagine his copy walking up a decade from now in a new clone body. That’s what his life insurance allowed. But with monthly backups it should only ever be soon…

Ingrid held his hand, her grip tight and reassuring. "Just close your eyes and relax," she whispered. "It'll be over before you know it. This is going to be all good…”

Tom nodded, the weight of his decision pressing down on him. The room around him faded away, replaced by a cacophony of electronic sounds as the mind scanner started to map his consciousness. He felt a strange sensation, as if his thoughts were being plucked from his brain and laid out before him, each memory and emotion a tangible thread in a vast, intricate web. The process was surreal, a journey through his own psyche that no one else could ever truly understand. He saw moments from his childhood, felt the warmth of his mother's embrace, heard the laughter of friends long gone. He saw Ingrid, her eyes full of love as she said "I do," and felt the joy of their first kiss.

And then, everything went black.

When Tom woke up, he was no longer in the sterile lab. He was in a different room, one that smelled faintly of vanilla and lavender… the nursery! The walls were a soft pink, and the light was gentle, as if it were designed to be calming. He felt different, lighter, as if his very essence had been stripped down and reconstructed. He reached up to touch his face, and his hand encountered something foreign – his face felt completely different. He opened his eyes, stood up unsteadily and stared at his new reflection in the mirror across the room.

He was no longer a man. He was a woman, a sleek, feminine body with soft skin and delicate features. His broad shoulders had been replaced with slender ones, his strong jaw with a more delicate curve. He looked down and saw the soft swell of small, firm breasts beneath a lacy bra. Panic began to set in as he realized the full extent of Ingrid's plan, and the true nature of the "precaution" she had talked about.

Tom tried to speak, but his voice was no longer his own. It was high-pitched and melodic, a perfectly idealized feminine voice. "Hello?" he squeaked, the sound of his voice alien to his ears.

Ingrid stood over him, her eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and hunger. "Welcome back, darling," she purred, her voice a sweet caress that sent shivers down his new spine. "How does it feel to be the woman of the house?"

Tom stared at her, his mind racing. "What have you done to me?" he asked, his new voice trembling. Ingrid's smile grew wider, revealing perfect white teeth.

"I've given you a new life," she said, walking closer. "A chance to experience the world in a way you never could as a man. You're so beautiful, Tom. Perfect."

Tom stumbled back, his legs unsteady in the unfamiliar body. "But I don't want this!" His voice was a high-pitched squeak that barely sounded human to him. "I want to be me again!"

“But there is already a you. You’re the copy. You’re in a Gynoid body…” Ingrid informed him.

Tom felt his heart racing in his new chest as Ingrid’s words sank in. He looked down at his body, the soft curves and delicate hands that now belonged to him, and realized with horror that he was trapped in a this body.

"But I'm not a woman!" he protested.

"Technically, you are now," Ingrid corrected. "A copy of your consciousness has been transferred to this Gynoid body. A clone body made to obey. Made to enjoy sex.”

Tom had heard of people swapping into Gynoid bodies. Usuallly it was voluntary for a kink but sometimes it was done to convicts or as criminal ****.

Tom stared at Ingrid in horror as she sauntered closer, her eyes raking over his new form with a possessive glint. He felt his cheeks heat up, unaccustomed to the way his body responded to his emotions in this new body. Ingrid stepped up to him, taller and imposing, her hand ghosting over his shoulder, and her touch sent a jolt of fear through him. He was trapped in a body that was so unlike his own, and Ingrid’s excitement was palpable, a stark contrast to his own panic. “Now strip. That’s an order Tommy…”

Tom felt an overwhelming urge to obey.

It was as if his body was no longer his own, responding to Ingrid's commands with a disturbing ease. With trembling hands, he reached for the hem of the silky gown he'd been dressed in, lifting it over his head to reveal the full extent of his transformation. He was a petite woman now, with small, pert breasts that barely filled out the lacy bra he now wore. Ingrid's eyes devoured him, her gaze lingering on his new body with a hunger that made his stomach twist. He tried to fight the programming, to scream, to run, but his body wouldn't listen.

The lacy underwear was next, slipping down his slender legs to pool at his feet. He stepped out of them, feeling **** and exposed in a way he never had before. Ingrid stepped closer, her hand trailing down his neck to his breast, sending a shiver of fear and something else - something he didn't dare acknowledge - through his new form. He watched as Ingrid's now large hand cupped his breast, her thumb flicking the nipple and eliciting a gasp from his unfamiliar lips. The sensation was alien, a blend of pleasure and excitement that had his knees threatening to buckle. His wife produced a double ended bio dildo and she slipped it into her sex where it bonded, fusing to become a new sensory organ. His wife now had a cock, long, thick and veined… Tom swallowed fearfully as her body grew aroused.

"You see?" Ingrid whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "You're going to love this, darling. I've programmed you to crave it."

Tom felt his body respond against his will, a slickness building between his legs that was as terrifying as it was enticing. He wanted to scream, to fight, but his mouth opened instead to form a whimper of submission. Ingrid's hand trailed down his side, her fingertips brushing the curve of his new hip before sliding between his thighs. He couldn't stop the gasp that escaped as she touched his new, sensitive flesh, and he realized with a sickening jolt that his body was already responding to her. Ingrid's eyes gleamed with triumph as she saw the effect she was having on him. “I’m going to fuck your new pussy Tom. What do you say to that… you want it don’t you?”

The programming was too strong. Despite the fear and disgust roiling within him, Tom felt his body lean into Ingrid's touch, his hips rolling in silent invitation. Ingrid chuckled, her hand moving to the base of the dildo attached to her pelvis. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice a dark promise of the pleasure she intended to give - and take. "You're going to be the perfect little slut for me."

Tom's eyes widened as Ingrid bent down, her synthetic cock pressing against his soft, untouched folds. The anticipation was maddening, his mind reeling as he tried to process what was happening. Ingrid's touch was insistent, pushing into him with a slow, deliberate rhythm that had him biting his lip to stifle the moan that bubbled up from his throat. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt, a strange mix of pain and pleasure that had his body tightening around her.

“I have a secret to tell you. This isn’t the first time we’ve done this. We’ve done this a lot. Each time I’ve upgraded the gynoids mind to better fit what I want you to be. The first few times you fought. But you’re not fighting now. You like this don’t you…”

Tom felt Ingrid's hand slide down his spine, sending a wave of sensation through his new body. He tried to resist, to push her away, but his limbs felt like they were made of jelly. Ingrid’s touch was firm and sure, as if she knew every inch of his new form intimately. He could feel the warm bio mass of the dildo pressing against his entrance, and he realized with a jolt that she had lubricated him, making it easier for her to penetrate him. The thought of Ingrid using him like this, turning him into a mere object for her pleasure, filled him with a rage so intense it threatened to consume him. But the programming was too strong and it soothed his rage and made him horny.

As Ingrid pushed into him, Tom felt his body stretch and give way, the alien sensation of being filled unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He wanted to pull away, to scream, but his body was betraying him, his hips pushing back to meet her thrusts. Ingrid’s eyes bore into his, her smile one of pure triumph, and he knew that she could see the struggle playing out across his face. He felt her hands on his hips, guiding him, controlling him, as she took him in a way that no one ever had before. It felt so good.

The room spun around him as Ingrid’s pace quickened, the slick sound of her movements echoing in his ears. His own body was responding in ways he never thought possible, his newfound sex organs pulsing with need, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He was being used, violated, and yet, a part of him - a part that was Ingrid’s creation - was reveling in the sensation. Ingrid’s breath grew ragged, her movements more urgent, and Tom could feel the climax building within him, a pressure that was as terrifying as it was exhilarating.

His eyes met hers in the mirror, and for a moment, he saw the woman he had loved staring back at him. But it was only a mirage, a twisted reflection of what once was. Ingrid’s eyes were cold, her smile cruel as she watched him lose control. The pain and pleasure blurred together, and Tom's body trembled as Ingrid's synthetic cock plunged deeper and deeper. His thoughts were a jumble of fear, anger, and something else... something that felt eerily like desire.

The walls of his new vagina clenched around Ingrid's dildo, and Tom realized with a start that he was close to climax. He didn't want this, didn't want to give in to the programming that had been **** upon him. But Ingrid's expert touch and the relentless rhythm of her hips were too much to resist. He felt himself teetering on the edge, his body begging for release even as his mind screamed for mercy. Ingrid leaned in, her breath hot against his neck, whispering sweet nothings that only served to fuel the fire burning inside him. “You can’t tell anyone about this. I’m going to give you to your original gift as a birthday present. You see you’re in a surrogate breeder body. My eggs have been transplanted into your womb. You’re going to be your own private sex **** and baby maker - and the original you will never know…”

The words hit him like a slap in the face, jolting him back to reality. The realization that Ingrid had done this before, that he was just the latest in a long line of Toms, filled him with a rage so pure it was almost blinding. He reached down, his new hand trembling, and grabbed the base of the dildo, trying to pull it out of him. Ingrid's grip tightened, her nails digging into his flesh as she whispered, "You don't want to do that, darling." But Tom was beyond reason now, his need to escape this nightmare close to overriding any programming Ingrid had instilled in him.

“Orgasm slut,” Ingrid ordered.

Tom’s new body responded instantly, his hips bucking against Ingrid’s thrusts as the alien sensation grew too intense to bear. He could feel the muscles in his abdomen tightening, his core clenching around Ingrid’s dildo. He didn’t want this, didn’t want to be used like this, but the programming was too strong. Ingrid’s eyes never left the mirror, watching the reflection of her own pleasure as she used her husband’s new form to satisfy her darkest desires.

There was a knock and a naked man entered. “Is she ready for me? I mean I don’t mind fucking her but we could have done this at a clinic.”

“No, I want you to inseminate her the old fashioned way. She is really just an extremely advanced masturbatory tool. It’s what we bought her for. Fun. Child baring. Cleaning. Cooking. Breast feeding. Child rearing…” Gynoid Tom felt a wave of humiliation wash over him as Ingrid stepped away. "You’re our little sex toy," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "Let Tom taste you, slut. I want to see how much of a slut you can be."

The naked male Tom approached, his eyes raking over Gynoid Tom's new form with a hunger that mirrored Ingrid's. Tom's Gynoid body was trembling, his mind racing as he realized the full extent of Ingrid's plan. He was nothing more than a toy and servant to her now, a means to an end, a plaything to be used and abused. Ingrid had turned him into a living sex object, a thing to be used by her and her husband to satisfy their desires. The male Tom took Gynoid Tom's chin in his hand, tilting his head up to meet his gaze. "Hello, little one," he said, his voice a deep rumble that sent shivers down Gynoid Tom's spine. "I've been looking forward to this."

Tom felt his cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and anger as she looked up into her own eyes. If the male Tom only knew who he was!!! He didn't want this, didn't want to be used by this other version of him, didn't want to be a part of Ingrid's twisted games. But his body, his traitorous body, was responding to the male Tom’s touch, his nipples hardening and his clit pulsing with need. Ingrid stepped back, watching the scene unfold with a smug smile on her face. Clearly she was enjoying the situation and male Tom’s dominance of his female mind clone. "Show him how eager you are," she murmured, her voice a siren's call that Gynoid Tom couldn't ignore. "Fuck him doggy style!”

With a lustful moan of assent, Tom’s Gynoid body bent over, presenting himself to the naked male Tom, his mind a tumult of protests that his body ignored. The male Tom stepped up behind him, his large thick cock already hard and gleaming with pre-cum. Ingrid's eyes were glued to the scene as she removed her dildo and started to play with her own clit, watching as the male Tom lined up with the Gynoid's wet entrance, his hands gripping the girls slender hips firmly. "Remember, you’re to act like a slut," Ingrid ordered, stroking the Gynoid’s hair. "Show him how much you love this."

The male Tom pushed in, and Gynoid Tom felt himself being filled again, this time with his own cock. It slid in like a hot knife through butter. The sensation was more intense than Ingrid’s dildo, sending a bolt of white-hot pleasure through his body that made his legs wobble. Ingrid’s programming was a steel vice around his mind, forcing him to accept this violation, to even crave it. Ingrid stepped back, watching with a sadistic smile as the male Tom began to fuck the Gynoid with a fierce intensity. Unknowingly fucking himself. Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure through Gynoid Tom, his tiny female body responding in ways that made him aroused and ashamed in equal measure.

“Man, this little Gynoid slut is incredible,” Male Tom observed as he fucked her hard. Ingrid laughed.

“She is. And she’s extremely fertile…” Ingrid agreed.

Tom’s mind was an overstimulated mess, trapped in the body of a bioengineered little sex-**** and unable to resist. Ingrid had indeed created the perfect submissive. His Gynoid body was reacting to every thrust, every touch, genetically engineered to crave this kind of degradation. He had to find a way out of this, to regain control, before he didn’t want too. He was not sure he wanted to now. It felt so good!

Male Tom was a brutal lover, his hands bruising the Gynoid’s hips as he took her. Gynoid Tom felt a strange, twisted thrill with every grunt and slap, her body moving in rhythm with the male Tom’s invasive thrusts. Ingrid watched from the side, her hand stroking her own clit, her eyes alight with a perverse satisfaction that sent a shiver down Gynoid Tom’s spine. Ingrid’s hand slid from her clit to Gynoid Tom’s throat, squeezing gently as she whispered, "Take it like the good little slut you are."

The male Tom reached around and found Gynoid Tom’s clit, his rough fingers playing with it, making her gasp and arch her back. Ingrid’s grip tightened, her nails digging into the delicate skin of her neck. "You're going to come for him," she ordered, her voice firmly commanding to the Gynoid. "You're going to show him how much you love being used. How much you love his cock in your pussy.”

Tom’s female body was on fire, Ingrid’s words were like a ****, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. The male Tom’s thrusts grew more erratic, his grip on Gynoid Tom’s hips tightening as he approached climax. Ingrid’s hand slipped away from her throat, moving down to stroke her own clit in time with the male Tom’s movements. "That's it," she breathed. "Come for him. Show him how much you love it. Be his little ****…”

Gynoid Tom felt the orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that washed over her like a tidal wave. Her mind struggled to rebel, struggled to tell him to stop, but her body was just a plaything now, responding to every touch, every command, and she didn’t want it to stop. She wanted more. The male Tom’s cock hit her G-spot, and with a strangled cry, Gynoid Tom came, her tiny female body shuddering and convulsing for the first time around the thick, pulsing intrusion of a man’s cock. Ingrid’s eyes gleamed as she watched her creation lost in the throes of passion, her own orgasm crashing through her as the Gynoid's body writhed in ecstasy.

The male Tom’s grip on Gynoid Tom’s hips grew more possessive, his strokes becoming more powerful, more demanding. Ingrid watched with a mix of lust and pride as her husband unknowingly filled his mental clone’s body with his seed. Gynoid Tom felt the warmth of the male Tom’s climax, and it turned a switch inside her. The pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming, that she couldn’t help but moan in satisfaction. Ingrid’s own orgasm washed over her, a mirror of the Gynoid’s, and she felt a sense of power that was almost intoxicating.

“Good girl,” Ingrid murmured as the male Tom pulled out of the Gynoid’s body, his cum spilling out of her. Ingrid stepped forward, her own arousal palpable as she took the Gynoid’s hand, leading her to the bathroom shower. Ingrid’s hand was gentle, almost loving, as she guided her through the process of cleaning herself, wiping away the evidence of male Tom’s violation. Ingrid watched with a critical eye, ensuring every inch of the Gynoid’s new body was clean, as if she were grooming a prized pet. “Did you like that slut?”

Tom’s Gynoid body flushed, feeling Ingrid’s eyes on her as she nodded in shamed submission, unable to speak. Ingrid’s smile grew wider, her hand sliding down to cup her pet’s soapy breast. “Good. I knew you would. Now, it’s time for you to serve your purpose. You’re going to carry our child, darling. Our perfect little creation.” Ingrid’s voice was like a siren’s song, lulling Tom into acceptance. The thought of carrying Ingrid’s child in this unasked for body was a shock, but the programming was too strong to resist. She wanted to have a baby with the male Tom. But she didn’t want to keep the original Tom in the dark.

As Ingrid turned off the water and handed her a towel, Gynoid Tom felt a strange mix of emotions. Ingrid’s touch was tender as she dried her off, almost loving in its own twisted way. Ingrid’s eyes held a gleam of triumph as she looked at her creation. "You're going to be a wonderful mother," she said, her voice a sweet caress that made Tom’s skin tingle. "Obey, breed, serve. That's all you need to know."

“Yes… mistress.” The term slipped from Gynoid Tom’s lips. Ingrid’s smile grew even wider as she led her back into the bedroom, her hand lingering on her pets naked body.

The male Tom was already dressed, lounging on the bed, watching the scene unfold with a satisfied grin. Ingrid turned to him, her voice still dripping with honeyed malice. "Isn't she amazing?"

"Yeah, she's great," he said, his eyes raking over Gynoid Tom's still-wet body. "You really outdid yourself this time."

“I couldn’t have done it without you…” Ingrid purred, her eyes never leaving Gynoid Tom’s face. She turned to the male Tom. “Now, don’t you want to see how eager she is to carry your child?” Ingrid’s voice was like a whip crack, and Gynoid Tom felt her body respond. Ingrid’s hand slid down her flat stomach, her fingers lingering on the spot where their child would soon grow. The male Tom’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Let’s get her pregnant right now, shall we?” Ingrid’s voice was thick with lust, her eyes alight with the excitement of a new toy.

Gynoid Tom felt a thrill of fear and arousal. Ingrid’s plan was unfolding before her eyes, and she was powerless to stop it. Ingrid’s hand slid down to her pussy, her thumb circling her clit as she guided her to the bed. Ingrid’s hand moved away, and the male Tom took over, his fingers sliding into her wetness, his eyes never leaving hers. Ingrid watched with a detached curiosity, as if she were observing a science experiment. Gynoid Tom’s mind was a blur of thoughts and emotions, all fighting for dominance. She didn’t want this, didn’t want to be a breeding machine for Ingrid’s twisted desires, but the programming was too strong. Ingrid’s voice was a constant in her ear, whispering sweet nothings, making her want it, making her crave it.

Male Tom laughed, “I’m not going to argue with that. She’s perfect. Let’s see if she’s fertile already. Spread those legs, baby! Then maybe you could suck my cock…”

The Gynoid’s body responded to Ingrid’s husband’s commands, spreading her legs wide on the plush bed. Ingrid’s own arousal grew as she watched her creation submit so willingly to her husband’s desires. She could see the male Tom’s cock hardening again as he approached the Gynoid, his eyes hungry. Ingrid felt a thrill of excitement knowing that soon she would have a child that was part of her, part of Tom.

The idea that is was her husband in there excited her… Ingrid’s eyes never left Gynoid Tom’s face as she watched the male Tom settle between her legs, his cock nudging against her entrance. Ingrid’s hand slid away, and she stepped back, giving her husband full access to their newest acquisition. The male Tom’s eyes were glazed with lust as he pushed into the Gynoid, his hips rocking back and forth in a steady rhythm. Ingrid felt a twinge of something - jealousy? - but it was quickly overridden by the thrill of control.

“I wonder what she is thinking…” Male Tom mused as he fucked her.

“You could find out…” Ingrid suggested.

The male Tom paused, his eyes narrowing as he considered Ingrid’s words. Ingrid’s hand moved to the side of Gynoid Tom’s face, her thumb stroking her cheek. “You could use the mind swapper I bought.” Ingrid’s smile was predatory, her eyes shining with excitement.

Male Tom’s interest was piqued. He pulled out of the Gynoid’s body and walked over to Ingrid, his cock still hard and glistening with her juices. Ingrid picked up a device from the bedside table and handed it to him. "Just press this to her forehead and yours and you will swap…”

With a wicked grin, the male Tom took the device, his eyes alight with excitement. Gynoid Tom’s eyes widened as she realized Ingrid’s plan went even further than she had imagined. Ingrid stepped aside, watching with a smug smile as her husband approached Gynoid Tome again. He pressed the device to his own forehead, then leaned down to press it to Gynoid Tom’s. For a moment, the world went white, and male Tom felt as if he were falling into an abyss.

Then, everything changed.

With a flicker of light, the device in male Tom’s hand activated, and the room around Gynoid Tom grew fuzzy. Her vision swam as a sudden rush of unfamiliar thoughts and sensations flooded her mind. She felt a strange disconnect, as if she was floating outside of her body, watching the scene unfold before her.

In the next instant, everything snapped into focus, and she realized with a jolt that she was looking through the male Tom’s eyes. Ingrid’s smug smile was now directed at her. Gynoid Tom was now Male Tom, feeling his hands, his cock, his desires. He gasped, his mind reeling from the sudden change.

Ingrid’s eyes gleamed with excitement as she took in the sight of the new Gynoid Tom’s expression. "Surprise," Ingrid’s voice said in her own head. "Now you can really see how much fun it is to be on the other side. Fuck her Tom…”

The male Tom didn’t need further instruction. He grabbed the Gynoid by the hips and slammed into her with a **** that made the little slut gasp. Thee former Male Tom’s mind felt the sensation of being filled, the pleasure of her former cock driving into her body. It was strange, but it didn’t take long for the new Gynoid Tom’s thoughts to become clouded.

The Gynoid’s body was still shaking from the orgasm Ingrid had **** on her. Ingrid’s own pussy was begging for attention, her clit aching. Ingrid couldn’t wait to feel her husband’s cock in her, to have him fill her up and make her scream his name. But first, she had to watch him claim their new toy. Ingrid’s eyes never left Gynoid Tom’s face, her smile growing wider as she watched the play of emotions across her features.

Tom’s cock slammed into the Gynoid, the sound of flesh slapping flesh echoing through the room. Ingrid felt a thrill of excitement, knowing that she had complete control over the situation. The Gynoid’s moans grew louder, her body writhing in pleasure that Ingrid had programmed into her. Ingrid’s hand slid down to her own pussy, her fingers slipping inside her wetness as she watched her husband take the Gynoid from behind.