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Yvan sat back on the couch, looking forward but not really seeing anything beyond the animated frames of his Digital Dek Glasses. He chuckled to himself as felines did silly things on his screen, a welcome reprieve from just finished work. He had sorely needed a break after penning that last invoice - virtually, of course.

"Honey, I'm home!"

Yvan sat up and glanced towards the door as it swung open. In stepped a sleek, blue and white feminine synth with a bundle of grocery bags in her arms, the eyes on her visor shaped like upwards facing chevrons.

"Oh!" Yvan said, getting to his feet. "Do you need help, dear?"

"No, no," the reptilian synth said, shaking her head. "This is it."

She stepped inside, closing the door behind her with the assistance of her tail. Yvan stepped towards her and gave her a kiss on the side of her snout. She responded in turn the best she could, giving Yvan's cheek a quick lick with her tongue. Then she giggled while she moved towards the kitchen.

"Silly!" she said, giving him a playful tap of her tail as she stepped past him. "Let me put these down."

"Sorry!" Yvan laughed. "I missed you, Clare!"

"I missed you too," Clare giggled as she placed the bags on the counter. She began to pull items out while Yvan came around the corner to help. "How was work?"

"Oh you know," he said. "The usual. Lots of invoices."

"That's good!" the synth said. "That means lots of business! I'll have to run some numbers tonight."

"You weren't on the walk to the store?" Yvan half-joked.

"No." Clare paused and frowned. "There was an emergency patch that took forever to download while I was there." She tilted her head. "And you know what else?"

"What?" Yvan murmured, stooping low to place some items in the spice counter. He couldn't help but look up at Clare's backside while she considered what to say. The synth may have been less endowed than "service" models, but she still had a fine ass, and something about that tail in combination with it...Yvan shivered.

"There was a creepy guy staring at me after I had to restart," she said. "You know, one of those neckbeard types."

"I mean..." Yvan stood and put an arm around Clare's waist, before giving her another quick kiss. "I don't blame them. You may run cold due to all those advanced cooling factors of yours, but you're a pretty hot synth."

A red blush came over Clare's visor and she giggled before pushing him away.

"Whatever happened to keeping this arrangement professional, 'boss'?" Clare asked, flicking out her tongue and giving him a wink.

"I don't know, dear," Yvan said. "Maybe after I got a taste of Clare-Care."

"Oh you-!" Clare snorted and shook her head.

"Yes, me," Yvan said, smiling broadly. It slipped a little and he looked concerned as he glanced at the synth. "But are you ok? No patching problems? And did you say anything to the guy?"

"No, no, I'm fine," Clare said, turning towards the fridge and away from Yvan to put away the last of the groceries. Again, Yvan felt his eyes drawn towards her rear. "And no, I didn't say anything, he's probably just a-"

She paused and turned her head. She smiled, a little blush on her visor.

"See something you like?" she asked.

"A lot!" Yvan said. "Hell, a whole synth that I like."

Clare closed the fridge and turned around, putting her hands on her hips.

"Is that so?"

"Mmhmm. She goes by Clare, but sometimes Clare-Care...and damn do I want some Clare-Care right now." Yvan's smile widened. "C'mon, you know physical intimacy is good for organic relationships."

"Fine, fine," Clare said, but the glimmer in her eyes told the man she was just as excited as him. "But I'm not staying up late! That patch really drained my battery and I need to recharge."

"Sure, sure! So...uh, we doing it here?"

"No!" Clare laughed. "The bedroom. Now come on. And please, take off your glasses. CausDek doesn't have to see everything we do."

"Of course, dear!" Yvan said, more than eager to comply.

The two quickly made their way through the simple apartment and to the bedroom, Clare taking the lead as Yvan naturally fell behind her. With every step of her digitigrade legs, her hips swayed seductively, her long tail echoing its movements. Yvan's eyes were practically glued to his synthetic companion's behind as the polymer skin shimmered in the light.

The moment they were through the door, Yvan was on her. His arms wrapped around Clare's waist from behind, pulling her in close as he began to kiss along the surface of her neck. Leaning back into his embrace, her arms reached upwards to grab at his head and press him in closer as she gasped sensually - behaving just like an actress they'd seen in a movie just last night, he idly noted.

"Still stealing from movies, hm?" He mumbled between kisses, his hands trailing across the pliable faux skin of his companion.

"Well, when my systems pick up on your heart practically skipping a beat, I need to remember what caused it!" She teased back with an exaggerated roll of her digital eyes. She couldn't help but giggle as his cheeks flushed crimson, running her hands through his thick hair before untangling herself from her lover.

Working in tandem, the two quickly divested Yvan of his clothes, all the while maintaining intimate caresses to help maintain the mood. The haphazard pile was forgotten as Yvan gently pushed Clare ever closer to their shared bed. She allowed herself to tumble back, legs spreading wide to reveal the seam spreading along her crotch as her body prepared itself for a night of passion.

Leaning over his prone lover, Yvan teasingly ran a finger along her lower lips, briefly flashing the velvety, sky blue passage within. Clare's tail lashed about playfully, wrapping around his leg and urging him closer as lubrication coated her inner walls. Running his finger upwards, he gently brushed along her stomach before tracing along the underside of one of her breasts. His hand gently cupped the plush handful while he lowered his mouth to a growing blue dot on the other, taking the forming nipple between his teeth and bit-

"Ah!"

At Clare's sudden shout, Yvan quickly pulled away as worry flashed across his face.

"Are you okay?!" Yvan asked, noticing how she clutched the sheets tightly with her three-digit hands.

"Yeah...Yeah." She said, breathlessly panting. "I think my nerves just need a minor recalibration. They've never been that sensitive before." For a split second, Yvan thought he saw her eyes take on a confused, pixelated look before switching to a half-lidded appearance. "But I'm good if you are, hot stuff." She finished with a seductive roll of her hips...yet another stolen move, but no less effective on her audience.

The two quickly slipped back into their sensual rhythm, the blow to the mood completely ignored. With shaft in hand, Yvan slickened himself on her dripping passage. For him, the teasing build up was just as exciting as the act itself - even if Clare usually gave him an impatient sigh. Yet tonight she seemed to revel in the anticipation herself. As his cock brushed against her entrance, her lower lips swelled and parted to expose more of her velvety, blue passage. Her hips bucked in vain against him, demanding more.

With a lascivious grin, Yvan eagerly rewarded Clare's performance. His throbbing shaft slowly slid between the two ushering gates of her womanhood, splitting her open as he plunged into her. Two sharp gasps echoed through the room as his lungs filled with air, the sensation of her walls slowly sliding along his length threatened to drive him crazy.

With every movement, her opening seemed to press and roll against him with perfect precision. As he pulled away, Yvan felt his cock squeezed and tugged at, her body anguishing in its departure. Yet as he thrust in, she eagerly welcomed him with a roll of her hips and a tug of her tail that pulled him in slightly further. Yvan began to find his tempo, pistoning in and out of her slick passage until he felt himself reaching as far as he could. The feel of Clare's velvety cavern threatened to drown out everything, only for his reverie to be shaken the moment he felt cold, soft hands on his back urging him closer.

His lover seemed just as lost as he had been. The visor that comprised Clare's face only showed two upwards facing chevrons and a set of diagonal lines that resembled a blush. With every thrust, a new sound filled the room; A feminine gasp that he'd never heard before. Low moans echoed out as he slowly withdrew, luxuriating in the feel of her walls clinging to his shaft. Yvan couldn't help but smile as his pace grew faster, the sounds of pleasure growing louder and louder as Clare's new behaviour added a fresh dimension to their lovemaking.

Faster and faster, the pair moved in tandem. Their hips bucked together, driving Yvan's excitement even higher. He could feel his cock swell and throb with a new intensity. His movements became erratic, all semblance of a tempo fading away as his thrusts became animalistic. As he pushed in with all of the strength he could muster, he was surprised to feel Clare's arms pulling him hard against her as she cried out in ecstasy.

His own shout of pleasure was drowned out amidst her long, resonating moan. The walls of her pussy clamped down and roiled against his throbbing length as it exploded within her. A burst of lubrication from within consumed the burning seed that erupted from him, even as her passage milked every last drop from him. A tingling liquid splashed outwards as their hips pressed against each other, splattering onto both their groins as Yvan's cock and balls were thoroughly coated in the substance.

A wave of exhaustion swept over Yvan as he finished emptying his male essence within his lover. He halfheartedly rolled to her side, his semi-hard length throbbing as if it thought there was a drop left within him. He slowly traced a hand along Clare's upper chest before gently turning her head to face his, her eyes only showing as downwards facing chevrons.

"That was...new." He mumbled, admiring his partner's features.

"New...Features..." She muttered in reply as the lights of her eyes dimmed, replaced with a flashing battery symbol.

Yvan simply smiled as his eyes grew heavy. Within moments he was dozing off alongside her, his arm pulling her closer as he snuggled against her...

Only to awaken a short while later as he felt a building pressure within his bladder.

Stumbling blindly through the dark hallway, Yvan made his way towards the bathroom. Muscle memory took over and he flipped the switch, the blinding flash of light briefly disorienting him as he slowly moved towards the toilet. As his eyes adjusted and he finished relieving himself, he finally noticed the grey, half-dried substance that covered his crotch.

A sense of dread began to creep through him and he felt a scream building in the back of his throat...

And then it was gone, the scream dying on his lips as the dread seemingly vanished.

It's a new feature. A voice in the back of his mind whispered to him, echoing Clare's words from earlier. The explanation seemed sound enough, and he could always ask her about it in the morning.

Satisfied for now, Yvan made his way back towards the bedroom. He climbed back onto the bed, embracing Clare from behind as he once again drifted off into an almost dreamless sleep.

Commencing Organic Conversion Procedure...

"Get up."

Yvan's eyes fluttered open. He groaned and rolled over in bed. The voice was familiar and yet something about the tone was strange, unfamiliar.

"Get up."

The man sat up almost immediately. Whose voice was that?

"Oh." He turned his head and blinked. Clare stood by the bed, but something about how she stood was different than he was used to. She looked...imperious. Demanding. In charge. Even her normally blue eyes looked a little red, but that had to be a trick of the light, right?

Though his girlfriend looked menacing, Yvan couldn't help but feel himself be turned on at the sight. His cock pressed up against the blanket and Clare giggled at the sight.

"Get up, dear."

Yvan blinked again. That stiff dominance in the synth's stance softened as she reached down and gently ruffled his hair. She snorted.

"And I thought I was the tired one," Clare said. She shivered. "That was a big patch. They usually don't drain that much power."

"Or maybe it was all that great sex," Yvan laughed. "Actually..."

Clare stared at him and Yvan swore her eyes flickered for a second. Then she shook her head.

"No, no," she said. "I can't. I've got to get to work, and you do too, silly! It's not the weekend yet. One more day and then I can show you who's really in charge."

"What?"

"Yes, silly!" Clare said. She playfully pushed Yvan down by the shoulder and he laughed before letting out a surprised yelp for in an instant she was atop of him, staring down at him hungrily with eyes that were red. "Do you have a problem with that, dear?"

"N-no."

"Good. Well, get up then!" Clare giggled and was off him, walking towards their bedroom door. She wiggled her hips and tail and then was gone.

Groggily, Yvan stumbled out of bed as he tried to process what had just happened. Usually Clare wasn't so...aggressive. Especially in bed.

It's a new feature.

Again that thought echoed through his mind. A new feature, from her patch? It was the only thing that made sense. And of course she would have had to enable such a feature. Which meant she wanted to be more dominant which was kind of-

Hot.

Yeah. It was kind of hot. No, it was attractive, and certainly not out of character at all. Yvan smiled. Perhaps she had picked up on some of his other likes. Yeah, that made sense.

She was right about one thing though - he had to get to work. The man hurried out of bed and headed to the bathroom. Just before opening the door, he paused. He remember something about the bathroom last night, something that bothered him but-

It was just a new feature.

"Huh."

He shrugged and stepped into the bathroom, disrobing entirely before entering the shower. He looked himself over and noticed how there seemed to be a greyish layer of...of something over his arms, like lotion that hadn't been fully rubbed in. And it wasn't just on his arms, it was all over and it was-

Just a new feature.

"Huh?" Yvan questioned just as he robotically turned the shower water on. Any question of why he was covered in a greyish, unknown substance was washed away by a wave of hot water. He hissed and backed away from the sudden stream and then leaned into it, instinctually reaching for the soap. He hummed softly to himself as he rubbed the grey substance into his skin with the assistance of the soap, suds, and water, cleansing both body and mind of its presence...or so he presumed.

A few minutes later, Yvan stepped out of the shower, warm and ready to work. He dried himself off, retreated back to the bedroom, and emerged a few minutes later smartly dressed and wearing his Digital Dek Glasses. He was already starting on work when he walked into the living room where Clare was working, sitting on the couch. Unlike him, she didn't need a headset to interface with Dek Space. He smiled as he noticed her and almost sat right down next to her until he noticed something else about her. She was naked, but she was almost always naked, wasn't she? Except...

Except this wasn't her usual 'null' nakedness. Her nipples poked prominently out of her soft breasts and her synthetic sex was certainly visible in between her legs. One hand squeezed one of her breasts while the other slowly massaged her thigh.

"Clare?"

Clare blinked, then looked to Yvan.

"Oh, there you are!" she said. "Took you long enough!"

"Er, yeah..." Yvan said, staring pointedly at her breasts. She blinked, and then looked down, visor blushing when she saw what she was doing. She pulled her hands away, resting them on the couch, but her nipples and slit were still visible.

"Is something the matter, dear?"

"Oh no," Yvan said, laughing. Everything was fine. "Just wondering why, well..." He motioned towards her bosom. "I mean, I don't mind but--"

"O-oh," Clare stammered. "It's just...why not? The only ones here are us and I do know how you like your Clare-Care."

She growled these last few words, her eyes flashing red. She crawled on the couch, twisting her body and wiggling her tail to show all of her features.

"I mean, I do but-"

"But what?" Clare said, climbing off the couch and standing to place a finger under Yvan's chin. Yvan gulped. Was she as tall as him now? He knew Synths could adjust their size but he would've thought- "What's wrong? Not prepared for some Clare-Care so early?"

"N-no, I'm..." Yvan shrank away, squirming as his pants grew tight. He was certainly ready but- "We just...we should get some work done first, right? Just a bit and then-"

"We can have some fun," Clare said with a knowing nod. She giggled and waved a hand. "You're right, dear, of course. Let's help that business of yours, eh?"

There was something about her almost demeaning tone that made his legs tremble while his face flushed with more than just arousal.

"O-office," he stuttered, before clearing his throat and trying his best to speak with some semblance of authority. "I'll be in the office, if you need me." Yet that simply drew another giggle from his companion as he turned and made his way through their home. His attempt at a confident strut was severely hampered by the tent in the front of pants that felt just a bit too tight.

Stumbling into the small room, Yvan happily sunk into the plush chair. He knew he had plenty of work that needed doing but all he could think about was Clare's body, visions of the way she squeezed her tits and thighs dancing in his mind. With a shake of his head he tried to focus on something, anything other than the gorgeous synth one room over and the ache in his loins.

Numbers and words scrolled across the display in front of his eyes as he tried to lose himself in his work. The insistent lust gradually faded into background noise, one that Yvan could easily ignore. Time fell away as his world became nothing but spreadsheets and documents and expenses and...

A ridiculously uncomfortable chair!

As Yvan toiled away he found himself repeatedly having to shift himself in his seat. His office chair protested loudly, filling the room with groans it usually saved for Clare (or when they both used it together). No matter how he moved, it always felt like he was sitting wrong. Like a piece of him was being trapped against the fake leather.

And with every shift, it seemed like his pants tugged against him. His thighs felt like they were being trapped in a vice as the fabric vainly tried to bite into them, his skin proving surprisingly resistant to its constricting grasp. It didn't help that his straining erection seemed to linger and fight against the garments.

"Damn things must've shrunk." He muttered, searching for an explanation.

As the tightness on his hips became almost unbearable, his hands reached down to take off his belt - completely forgetting why he'd had the need to put it on earlier. The relief was instantaneous and Yvan let out a sigh, even if the waistline still pinched him a bit tightly and gave him a hint of a muffin top. One hand reached down to idly scratch at his pudgy stomach, simultaneously brushing loose body hair from his dark grey skin.

In a vain attempt at getting comfortable, Yvan rolled his hips once more...only to yelp and lean forward as he felt a painful bend at the base of his spine. Reaching behind him, he rubbed at the sore muscles of his lower back. Greyish fingers brushed along a thick object and he froze. His mind began to race as he explored the protrusion, his fingers tracing along its short, tapering length. It was...

A new feature.

Right. Just another new feature.

With a shrug of his shoulders, Yvan repositioned himself in his chair, ensuring that the new appendage didn't get pinched. He gave his butt one final wiggle, enjoying how the chair felt just a bit more plush against his rear, even as the fabric of his pants strained against it. Just as he began to lose himself in his work once more, a faint knock against the door reached his ears.

"Looks like you're trying to skip lunch again, dear." Clare teased as she strutted in with a plate in hand, just as Yvan turned to face her.

"Wha-? Sorry, I didn't realize how late it had gotten..." He trailed off, taking in her still exposed form. Clare's normally snow-white skin seemed just the faintest bit darker and the blue nipples that capped her breasts seemed almost...purple? Probably just the glasses giving things a darker tint.

"Well be sure to eat up! Don't want you tiring out too soon tonight," Clare teased as she placed the freshly made sandwich on the desk beside him, bending down and making sure he could see the curve of her ass. Her eyes glanced down to crotch, flickering to red once again.

"Though it seems someone's ready to go..." She whispered as she spun Yvan to face her head on, hand falling between his legs.

"I-I," Yvan tried to stammer out before gasping sharply. The Synth's fingers were trailing along the bulge of his dangerously tight pants, giving the arousal he'd ignored the attention it so desperately craved.

Clare effortlessly opened the straining garments, allowing Yvan to finally breathe comfortably as the unrelenting pressure was finally released. She pulled and tugged them down a bit, leaving herself just enough room to slide her fingers into the opening in the front of his briefs and fish out his throbbing shaft. A few tentative strokes had the first traces of grey-ish pre lubricating the top. Yvan held his breath as he watched Clare start to lean forward, muzzle open and her tongue outstretched. Closer and closer and...

"Too bad we're professionals here!" Clare sang out as her eyes flickered back to an almost purple-ish blue. Yvan simply stared in disbelief as she climbed to her feet. She smiled as she gave his hair a ruffle, neither paying any attention to the strands that fell away under her hand. Humming a happy tune, she sashayed out of the room and left him with his raging hard-on fully exposed.

Grumbling with annoyance, Yvan tried to fix his pants. Pulling them back up was simple enough, yet no matter how much he tried it seemed that he couldn't get the zipper all the way up. Rebuttoning them was another matter altogether. After countless tries the only thing he learned was that the pants had shrunk beyond use. But, like Clare said, they were the only ones there. And it did allow him to work with a bit more comfort. He ran his fingers through his hair, letting the loose clumps flutter to the ground behind him, as he sighed in defeat.

With lunch in hand, he tried to relax. Work was put on hold as Yvan spent some time idly searching the web for distractions of almost any kind. He browsed some forums for a bit and watched the odd cat video here and there...but none of them seemed to hold his interest for long. He knew what he'd rather be looking at and that it was certainly not safe for work. Yvan rubbed at his temples, fingers running along the arms of his glasses before combing through his thin hair once more. It felt like his whole head was ablaze with a tingling itch. As his hands ran along his soft, smooth cheeks he was thankful that his facial hair hadn't grown out enough to need shaving today!...When was the last time he had shaved again?

Rubbing at his smooth, grey scalp, Yvan tried one final time to throw himself into his work. The hours dragged by as he fought against the distractions raging across his body, but he managed to make some progress. As afternoon finally crept closer to evening, he found his gaze frequently drifting to the time display in the lower right corner. The minutes were crawling by. Taunting him as they continued to deny him the escape he craved. All he could think was that he was in desperate need for some Clare-Care, and his cock seemed to agree with him.

He rubbed at his cheek, his fingers dancing along the rim of the glasses as they moved with the motions. Would it be that bad for him to call it a few minutes early? He was the boss...right? But what would Clare think if she saw him slacking off with a throbbing dick...

Yvan's cock grew harder at that thought. He shivered, wiggling his rear and squeezing his legs together as that new feature wiggled behind him, growing thicker, longer...like his cock. Well, not really. His new feature, his tail, was growing larger and longer, but his cock was staying relatively the same size as it always was when he was horny. It's just...he usually wasn't this aroused. He could scarcely concentrate on the numbers and orders and work before him.

He paused and considered. Usually Clare was the one who helped him out with numbers and currently he was having a tough time with them. It was why he had hired her in the first place. Still...

Still what? What was wrong with calling her for help? She did work for him, even if their relationship had evolved since he had initially hired her for help with his self made business. Perhaps their relationship could evolve even further...especially with the new features both were developing.

Yvan blinked as he rubbed at the soft smooth synthetic skin of his scalp, the same sort of skin that now graced his hairless legs. What new features? He involuntarily curled his toes together, shivering as that synthetic smoothness overcame and reshaped his feet. Five toes became two thicker more raptor-like ones along with a stabilizer at the back. What features was he thinking of? He hadn't added anything to his business recently. In fact, it was relatively stable even if his arousal wasn't.

...but what did his horniness have to do with business?

Everything. He couldn't concentrate on business with how horny he was, and he needed Clare, especially with these new features of his.

"Clare," he called, the tone of his voice far more desperate and breathy than he meant it to be. "Clare," he called again, and sounded no better, no less needy.

"Yes, dear?" Clare replied, her voice almost in a sing-song.

"I need..." He stopped himself. He almost had said Clare-Care but that's not what he needed, right? He needed help with his business, and not-

"Yes?" she said, peering into the office. She had a smile on her face, though it slipped away when she saw Yvan as he was; that is, without his pants and his cock freely exposed. "What's this?"

"I, um, look, I can explain!" Yvan said, and again his tone was different than he intended. It was low and whiny. Needy. Yes, he definitely was needy.

"You can?" Clare said, folding her arms over her chest. Though she seemed disappointed and a little cold, Yvan couldn't help but notice how her nipples were present on her breasts...and were her tits bigger? He hoped so.

"Yes, I..." Why couldn't he articulate the words? He meant to say something, anything, but he could only stare at the female synth as he scrounged for something to say. Noticing that she was staring at his dick, he stood and immediately stumbled, his feet feeling odd and enhanced. Improved. Better suited for his new features. And that tail of his? It balanced him out nicely, even if the touch of it against his furniture sent alien sensations down his spine.

Tail. Why did he have a tail? And why was he worried about his new feature?

"Not much of an explanation," Clare said with a giggle. She shook her head. "Really, dear, we should be working. Where are your pants?"

"They..." Yvan gulped. "They didn't fit."

Because of his new features.

"And why not?" Clare asked, tilting her head and stepping into the office. She shook her head, her eyes rolling on her visor. "Oh, let me guess. Because of your monstrous cock? Because it's too big?"

"N-no?" Yvan squeaked.

"Well," Clare snorted. "That's disappointing."

And with that, she turned around and left. Yvan stared at her rear as she left, admiring its perfectly heart shaped pertness. She really did have the perfect ass, and that tail accented it so well. He wondered if his tail did the same favor for his butt...

"W-wait-!" he said.

But Clare was gone. Frustrated and still very, very horny, Yvan chased after her, expecting to follow her into the living room, only to see her tail wiggle and then disappear into their bedroom. He paused then stumbled, having to steady himself on the wall to stay upright. What was up with his feet and legs? They felt different now, his legs sleeker and longer, synthetically shaped to humanoid reptilian perfection like his other developing new features. His raptor-like toes clicked against the floor as he considered what to do. He should be working, right? But Clare had just went into the bedroom, and if that wasn't an invitation for Clare-Care then he didn't know what was.

He ventured in and there she was, waiting for him on the bed. Except she wasn't lying there...no, she sat at the edge of the bed, leaning forward with a hungry look in her red eyes.

"Come here," she said with a flick of her tail.

Yvan nearly tripped as he scrambled towards her, his tail whipping back and forth with excitement. He leaned in close, eager to kiss her muzzle. Yet she tauntingly pulled away, leaving just enough distance to encourage another attempt. Again and again, he tried to kiss her and again and again Clare pulled him forward with every denial as she slowly leaned back. Her head hit the mattress as Yvan leant over her, the tip of his throbbing shaft resting against her dripping slit.

Once more, he tried to kiss her, only to be stopped by a finger against his lips.

"Do it," she whispered with a roll of her hips. Yvan froze like a deer in the headlights, enraptured by the almost predatory look her visor was displaying. However, that split second of hesitation was far too long for Clare as she gripped his shirt and pulled him closer, grinding his cock against her vulva.

"Fuck me!" She growled, before running her tongue along his cheek.

"Y-Yes, ma'am!" Yvan whimpered back, his voice cracking slightly. He swiftly aligned his grey manhood with her eager entrance and thoughtlessly plunged in.

Twin moans filled the room.

"Yesss," Clare hissed out as her arms and legs wrapped around her partner, pulling him in deeper. Her hips rolled against him, urging him onwards.

Yvan's body trembled as her dripping cavern hugged his throbbing shaft. He slowly pulled out, struggling to move within the vice like grip of Clare's legs. The toes on the back of her feet dug into his lower back like heels, pressing insistently as he fought against him. Eager to please he began to move in slow, tender thrusts.

"Faster!" Clare commanded, her heels digging in deeper as his tempo increased.

"Harder!" She ordered, her hands pulling at his shirt so tightly the threads began to tear.

Yvan struggled to think of how he could appease the insatiable synth. He needed something. Anything!...A new feature.

The muscles in his raptor-like legs tensed, emphasizing the thick plumpness of his thighs. He began to pound into Clare with mechanical strength, pistoning in and out of her with power he'd never known.

"More!!" She cried with her head tilted back, a moan of ecstasy escaping her.

Yvan continued his assault, putting every fiber of his being into sating her lust. The bed rocked with his efforts as he vigorously thrust into her again and again and again. Yet nothing he did seemed capable of truly satisfying the lusty lizard.

The hiss of annoyance was the only warning Yvan was given.

The world spun. One second Clare lay beneath him, glaring daggers at his efforts, and the next she was leaning over him with a devious lick of her lips.

"Enough playing." She whispered, straddling him with his shaft still pulsing within her.

Her hips were like a jackhammer as she repeatedly lifted herself off his dick before slamming her hips down onto his own. Twin tails lashed behind them as she raised her body upwards. Her pussy easily swallowed every inch of him and more, grey fluid spilling out past the edges of his rod. Her tits bounced in time with her body, entrancing Yvan with lust...and envy? His hands began to drift upwards, wanting nothing more than to grab the pendulous orbs.

Instead his hands were grabbed.

Clare's four-fingered hands grasped his five-fingered ones, pressing his fingers together in mimicry of hers. The grey, synthetic skin coating his fingers seemed to stick together, holding them close.

"No, no, no," She taunted, pausing just at the peak of her bounce. "You have to earn that right."

Yvan trembled at her teasing denial, his cock pulsing rapidly with excitement.

Her hips slammed down, her pussy clenching around his shaft.

He writhed and bucked underneath, unable to hold back as his cock exploded. Rope after rope coated her passage. Yvan's eyes clenched shut and he let out a long, high moan as his orgasm washed over him. The crashing waves subsided and his eyes fluttered open, Yvan was face to face with Clare's burning anger. His hands were pinned to either side of his head, his pinky and ring fingers feeling like they had been bound together.

"Did I give permission?" She asked rhetorically as he cowered under her glare.

"I-," A finger to his lips silenced any apologies as she lifted herself off his softening rod, a thick mixture of grey fluids oozing down onto her inner thighs.

"If you're going to even think about using that mouth..." She began, crawling upwards until she was straddling his head, her dripping slit resting just above Yvan's awestruck face. "It had better be to pleasure me!" She finished with a growl.

He could only stare as a heavy drop of liquid splattered across his nose, sinking effortlessly into his synthetic skin and splattering onto the lenses of his glasses. As he finally remembered the device he wore and Clare's disdain for them, he couldn't help but speak up.

"C-Clare my uhh g-glasse-" He stuttered, another drop falling onto his tongue as he sputtered.

"Let them watch, I'm sure they'll enjoy watching you please me." She whispered, rolling her hips tauntingly as she grabbed his head and held him just out of reach with one hand and spread her reddish-purple petals with the other.

Yvan strained against her grip, trying in vain to reach her dripping pussy. His tongue stuck out, wiggling closer and closer as it glowed red. More and more of the liquid dripped down, splattering onto his face and giving his upper jaw a bluish tint. He struggled, fighting to reach the tauntingly close cavern and willing his mouth to touch its folds.

And then it began to stretch.

His jaw extended forward, the lower parts retaining its grey colour while his cheeks and upper lips became infused with blue. His nose was simultaneously pulled forward with his maw as his face began to resemble his partners.

Contact.

His developing snout brushed against his lover's entrance and his tongue quickly shot out, sliding between the folds. Futile straining became frantic licking as he hungrily lapped at her cavern, their mixed fluids streaming down into his open mouth and covering his face. The slurry of nanites suffused themselves into his synthetic skin, molding his face first in the image of his partner and then adding their own adjustments. His nose, almost completely merged with his snout, stretched upwards as it became a glowing red horn.

The DigitalDek glasses that had already begun to merge with his face were swiftly overtaken, their frames broken down and assimilated as the displays were repurposed. Yvan's vision faded as he lost himself, savouring the sweet, oily taste of their lovemaking as the flowing liquid spilled over his face. A pair of red, downward facing chevrons flickered to life on the displays of his smooth, reptilian head.

Above him, Clare bucked and writhed. The hand holding his head curled around one of the horns beginning to jut out from his head, shoving him against her needy entrance. Her other hand moved upwards, kneading at a breast and twisting one of her nipples as her lover's increasingly dextruous tongue expertly built her to climax.

Yvan's four-fingered hands reached up, grasping her plush ass cheeks as their tails lashed behind them in a frenzy. His tongue worked faster and faster, delving deeper and deeper. Every moan from Clare was its own reward, driving him to try harder.

Her body quaked. Her thighs clenched together, smothering Yvan. Moans filled the room and a torrent of fluid gushed outwards, drowning Yvan as he hungrily consumed all that he could. The world began to fade away as all strength gradually left him. He wanted nothing more than to continue licking at Clare's pussy, yet he couldn't even open his eyes. Her moans continued, sounding further and further away as his arms dropped to his sides and his tail fell slack...

Rebooting...

Initializing...

Corrupted files found. Reformat?

...

N

Continuing conversion... :)

New features updated. More to come!

Restarting to apply new patch...

Welcome back! :)

Yvan groaned. Welcome back indeed. He could barely open his eyes, so exhausted was he even after a full night's rest. Clare had really been going to town last night. She had been unrelenting. Domineering. In control.

...and it had been kind of hot.

Ok. Really hot. Really, really hot. Yvan shivered as he felt his cock stiffen, tenting the bedsheets. It was tense and hard, but was it just him or did it feel...smaller? Slighter? It wasn't the only thing that felt off too, other than Clare's behavior. Again, not that he minded that. He did like to be the one on top, but something was just so invigorating about last night.

Invigorating? No. He was exhausted. His whole body felt sore and...strangely heavy and yet light. Ugh. And he hadn't even been drinking the night before. What was this all about?

Yvan opened his eyes. Or rather, tried to open his eyes. Instead, one moment he could only see darkness and in the next everything filtered into view. Well, at least the blanket draped over his head and propped up by his snout.

Huh?

Yvan blinked, but there was no physical element to the action. It was as if his visor simply refreshed and-

Visor? Snout? What was going on?

Yvan groaned and reached a hand up, tugging the blanket away with a four fingered hand. He blinked again and then held the hand up to his face. His hand, the ones covered with a glistening greyish metal, the fingers thick and segmented, and his palms were a pleasing plated blue. He curled and uncurled his fingers, confirming that they were, in fact, his. Yvan shook his head, not quite believing what he was seeing or feeling, but then there was a troubling protrusion, a pointed, bluish reptilian snout with a glowing red horn at the end. The confused man whined, bringing his other hand to his head, simultaneously confirming he did in fact possess a snout and that his other hand was configured the same as the one he had already examined. He swept his hand over his snout, feeling its smooth, soft surface and the glass that made up his visor. He could see his thicker fingers slowly sweeping over his visor, causing him to whimper before his hand went further back, touching and feeling at every aspect until they reached his horns.

Horns!? He had horns! A pair that swept back and below that was the length of his elongated neck and the thicker plating there. Horns and a snout and-

It was too much for Yvan. He had to be imagining things, had to have left his DigiDek glasses on and set them to something strange, something weird, because there was no way he was as he currently was - that is, a synth like Clare. It was impossible for him to have developed so many new features so quickly. It just made no sense!

Speaking of new features, Yvan's chest jiggled as he sat up in bed. His hands immediately went to the affected area and he looked down to see he had...breasts. There were just no other words to describe them. Small, itty bitty titties, but the soft black mounds and the softly glowing red nipples upon them were definitely his. Why did he have tits? And soft, smooth synthetic black skin that currently slowly swept down his rubbery looking torso.

No, no. This couldn't be real.

He threw the blanket off and shivered a little as his cock was exposed to the cold air. It was cold in here. Hadn't he told Clare to turn up the heat?

Clare!

Where was Clare? She should be able to help him with this.

"Clare!" he called, then immediately clamped his hands over his snout. What came out of it wasn't his voice. It was that of a woman's, high pitched and feminine, suitably synthetic and also seductive in tone. He tried to say her name again, this time quieter, but what came out was that sexy synth's voice again. Nnngh. No. She wasn't sexy and that wasn't him. Except...

Except was he turning himself on with his own altered voice? A red blush filled his secondary and primary visor as he scrambled out of bed, shrieking in a shrill tone and nearly falling when he came to stand on his tri-taloned feet. He waved his arms and would have fell flat on his snout were it not for his thick tail stabilizing him. He sighed softly when he came upon stable footing and then smiled when he felt his tail sway slowly behind him. What a great new feature!

Yvan reached and grabbed his tail, hugging it closely to his chest (and tits) before realizing what he was doing. No, no! He didn't have a tail. He was a human, not some sort of synth. This was all an elaborate simulation thanks to his glasses. No doubt something he had accidentally downloaded when searching for synth porn.

...but then why couldn't he simply reach up and take his glasses off? Why when he did so did his fingers futilely rubs against his visor and-

"Rrrgh," Yvan huffed, but even that sounded like a purr, a prelude to some sexy fun. Fun like he had with Clare last night...

Yvan dropped his tail even as it wagged and raised at the thought of some close contact with Clare.

No doubt she'd be on top.

Yvan huffed again and this time it really was a needy whine. He rubbed his thighs together and - were they always so thick? A quick glance down confirmed that no, no they weren't. Neither were they covered in smooth synthetic skin either, black at the back and blue plated around the sides and front. He would have loved to stare at such deliciously thick thighs at any other time, but not now, not if they were histhighs, though they did make for some nice new features.

He shivered, pulling his eyes away from his altered legs but only able to draw his gaze to his dick instead. It stood erect and stiff, but it looked smaller, slighter, and certainly not in keeping with the blue soft material that slowly spread over the rest of his crotch. He covered his cock with one hand, ashamed, and yet almost relieved that it would soon be replaced with a new feature.

"Nnnuhh..." Yvan groaned. Nothing was being replaced. Nothing had changed. None of this was real! He just had to...to find Clare! But no, she wasn't around. She always responded when he called. Where was she then?

It didn't matter. He had to figure this out himself. Aha! Of course. There was some...some universal solvent in the bathroom that could help get the blasted glasses off his head and help him return to reality. Yes, he just had to get to the bathroom. It wasn't far. He could do it.

He took a tentative step towards the bedroom door and then another, whining a little as he felt his little tits jiggle and his hips sway from his movement. The man paused and placed his hands on those hips. They were wide now, feminine, even. Perhaps that's why they were so sore. He frowned and shook his head, continuing towards the door while doing the best to ignore how his body felt as he moved. What was impossible to ignore, however, was how he began to feel a little jiggle from his backside as well. He paused and looked over his shoulder.

He had...he had a butt. But of course, except...except it was a round tush, soft and large, covered by that soft blue synthetic skin and amplified by the thick plated reptilian tail that swayed over it. Again, it was a butt he'd love to see on anyone else but him and yet, he supposed, he thought that-

Clare will love it.

"N-no!" He denied, tearing his gaze away from his round rear while a hand dropped to his cock. While making his way to the door, he stroked his dick and whined. It was so stiff, so hard, and yet somehow he knew nothing he did would relieve his arousal. Nothing except his Clare.

"Solvent," he growled, then whimpered as he felt his cock shrink in his hand. He needed the solvent, not Clare. Even if some Clare-Care sounded like a good idea...

He turned his head towards the bathroom. There. That's where he needed to go.

...unless Clare was waiting for him in the living room, laying longingly while she waited for him to arrive and submit to her.

Yvan whimpered again, now making his way towards the restroom. With each step, he felt something about him adjust. His hips ached as they pulled further apart, his thighs squished together more and more as they thickened, and that jiggle in his rear got all the more noticeable. More pressing, however, was the increasing weight on his chest while his most treasured asset dwindled below. A quick glance down confirmed that his tits were no longer tiny, still barely average but getting bigger. And his cock...Yvan whined, longer, thinner forked tongue flicking out as he felt just how small it was in his hands.

Barely even worth being there.

He shook his head and entered the bathroom. The first thing he saw was himself in the mirror. Or, what he thought was himself at the moment. It was a very feminine looking synth, er, mostly synth, some of that rubbery grey skin not quite converted to that smooth synthetic softness that covered the majority of his...of the synth's body. Her red, digital eyes with their lashes looked positively effeminate and there was a persistent pink and red blush on the edge of her visor. Though he very much wanted to look away (and apparently the synth did too), he continued staring at the synth, long tongue lolling out of his reptilian snout. She was reptilian, synthetic, and feminine mostly in equal measure except where it mattered such as her saurian snout, her raptor-like taloned feet, her thick swaying tail, the digital display of her visor, the glowing red of her horns and nipples, and of course her curves. Yvan gawked at those wide hips of hers, those pert little breasts, pressed-in waist, those thick thighs, and that bubbly butt he could see some of even back here. And was it just him, or were her curves deepening slowly, but subtly? Were her breasts swelling little by little? And that little bit of masculinity that lay between her legs looked pathetic, out of place.

Would it even be enough to please Clare?

Yvan huffed, but no breath fogged the mirror for synths didn't breathe in the organic sense. His eyes widened and then he looked away, turning towards the medicine cabinet to find that solvent. He opened it with those thick yet effeminate fingers of his, whimpering as his breasts jiggled while he bent over to dig through the lower cabinet. His tail lifted teasingly, invitingly until he realized what he was doing and he willed it down. When the thought of what an enticing view he had just given popped into his head, he sped up his search. Where was that blasted bottle!

Aha! He had found it. He stood up straight and lifted it triumphantly above his head while doing his best to ignore how his breasts bobbed at his sudden movement. Here it was! Now he just had to-

"Yvan?"

Yvan froze.

"What are you doing, dear?"

He spun around and there was Clare, though she looked a little different than the last time he had seen her.

Her usual white-and-grey colours had been replaced, with most of her body having turned a dark charcoal grey. Her inner thighs, underside of her tail, lower jaw, and front were all a slightly lighter grey that seemed no less menacing. Her once blue nipples had turned a crimson red, resting atop breasts that seemed a cup size larger - No doubt helped by the ebony band that ran under them and around her torso like a built-in corset.

Even her stance seemed different, thanks in part to the changes to her feet. The toe on the back of her foot had slid upwards along her ankle and lengthened, looking more like the heel of a stiletto. Her limbs had a new sleekness to them, her form having changed from kind and approachable to undeniably seductive. The red of her lower lips was clearly visible between her spread legs, and she rested one hand on her cocked, slender hips. The other held a white bag, the plastic bulging with its heavy burden and the CausDek logo barely discernible.

"I, uhh, I'm- " Yvan began, stumbling over his words while his eyes shamelessly drank in her figure.

"Something silly, I'm guessing?" She asked rhetorically, strutting closer to him. Yvan reflexively looked away, embarrassment welling as Clare approached. Her very presence seemed to dominate the room.

Yvan felt a shiver run down from the nape of his neck to the tip of his tail.

"I swear," Clare murmured, reaching up with her free hand. "If it wasn't for their size, I'd think all your processes were focused on monitoring your tits."

The gentle pinch she gave his nipple sent a rush through Yvan's body and he gripped the countertop tightly to keep himself from falling. Clare simply chuckled, giving his other nipple a gentle tweak before turning to leave.

"Now quit playing around. I have some new toys for us, dear." She sang out as her hips and tail swayed hypnotically behind her.

With his legs still trembling, Yvan fell in step behind her. His mind still shook with the pleasure Clare's simple touch had given him and, looking down at his breasts, he found himself wanting more. A trembling hand worked its way upwards, so close to brushing against that sensitive peak and-

"Did I say you could touch?" Her voice made him freeze and his eyes snapped back to her figure. Clare's tail slowly lashed from side to side as she glared at him, her eyes cold.

"S-Sorry," Yvan managed to stammer out. His gaze quickly fell to the ground even as he felt the warm flesh of his cock throb more insistently.

"Hmph. We'll see how sorry. Now come." Clare commanded while heading towards the bedroom.

The bag was already on the bed as Clare rummaged through its contents, setting them to the side just out of sight.

"Would you lay down, dear?" Her sweet voice held an edge to it that made it clear it wasn't a request.

"Clare, what are yo-"

"Quiet." Another tremble down his spine. "You'll only speak when I let you. Isn't that right, dear?"

"Y-" Her visor flickered and her red eyes fixed him with a glare that dared him to finish the word. Instead he simply nodded before wordless crawling onto the bed and laying down as she had instructed. His thick tail swayed from side to side with anticipation and his cock throbbed, pressed between his plush stomach and the soft mattress.

Yvan crossed his arms in front of him, resting his saurian snout atop them as he waited for whatever Clare had planned. A voice in the back of his head screamed that this was wrong, that he should talk to her about his new features...but with every passing moment it seemed unimportant. After all, Clare didn't seem to think anything was wrong! Yet still, he couldn't deny that something felt off.

All his concerns went away as her fingers started dancing up from the tip of his tail. Yvan wanted to ask what she was doing but all that escaped was a whimper of excitement. Her fingers reached the base of his tail and he felt two sets of hands against the cheeks of his ass. They moved slowly, tracing circles in the supple synthetic flesh.

"Such lovely new features," she murmured to him.

She was right, of course! They were lovely. His tail was so thick and gorgeous, perfect for wrapping around a partner while they plowed into him from behind, slamming into his soft, plump ass as they-

Wait. No. That's not right...is it?

Before Yvan had a chance to properly question the train of thought, Clare's hands lifted from his rear.

SMACK

A mighty slap against both cheeks! Yvan's lusty moans filled the room, joined by Clare's cruel giggle. Her hands pressed in deep and an electric tingle radiated out from where they had made an impact, his skin briefly losing any sense of feeling before coming to life with a new warmth.

"Smackable too, it seems."

She slowly crawled atop Yvan, her breasts pressing into his back. Even with the plates, he could still feel her erect nipples. Pre oozed from the tip of his cock, staining the sheets below and smearing across his lower stomach.

One hand stroked across his visor, obscuring his view, while the other teasingly ran across an arm. Her husky voice whispered just to the left of his head.

"Perfect for a slutty synth like you."

She rolled her hips against him, her groin grinding against the base of his tail while his cock was pressed helplessly against the mattress.

Slowly she eased herself up into a sitting position, her fingers tracing down to his shoulders. Small circles were traced along his back, right against his shoulder blades. She continued her teasing for a few seconds, rocking her hips back and forth as she gently rubbed herself against the segmented plates of his back.

Her fingers lifted off of him and Yvan sighed with disappointment.

And then a new pressure preeeessed against him.

Two rectangular points of pressure bore down against his back, one on either shoulder blade. Yvan sunk into the mattress, whimpering as his cock was firmly trapped. The objects rubbed against him, kneading against the plates on his back in tight circles. He tried to struggle, but no matter how he moved it felt like they were stuck in place. A confused whimper escaped his muzzle before he was pulled upwards, the two points dragging him up and briefly lifting his upper body off the mattress.

Yvan yelped at the sudden, forced movement...and his eyes went wide as the force pulling him abruptly let go. His head fell onto the mattress, yet all the while he could feel those two objects on his back.

"Hopefully that helps you get a handle on things." Clare chuckled fiendishly to herself as she rolled off of him, strings of arousal briefly connecting her pussy to his tail.

He couldn't resist the urge to investigate what was on his back. A hand slowly reached behind him, vainly patting at his shoulders before brushing against something cylindrical from the top. Another pat from a different angle revealed a second just below. The gears in his head slowly clicked as he processed the word Clare had emphasized. He finally remembered one of the most popular features for "service" models.

"I'm sure we'll find plenty of use for these new features soon enough!" She cheerily added tracing along his butt cheeks, her finger moving in a continuous, irregular circuit. "Now, bring your arms together behind you."

A puzzled look flashed across his visor as he wordlessly obeyed her. He was left laying flat on the bed, his hands just above his still stinging ass.

Click. Click.

Two rings were fastened around his wrists. A gentle thrum filled the room as Yvan's hands were pulled together. Confusion turned to worry as he struggled to separate them from each other, panic creeping upwards as he fought and-

"Shhhh, it's fine." She whispered, stroking down his spine with a tender touch. "Roll over, dear."

Her commanding voice silenced his growing fears and he meekly followed her command. As he rolled onto his back, he exposed the silvery grey patch where his cock had stained the sheets, a similar mark on his stomach.

"Such a mess you've made!" Clare tutted as she rose to her feet, positioning herself in front of him. In her hands she held two U-shaped objects, the ends capped with a rectangular piece that joined them. Yvan could only watch as Clare lent forward, her eyes locking with his as she pressed the objects insistently against his outer thighs, right against the dark blue plates.

And then she spread his legs easily, guiding them open with his new features.

As her hands released him, Yvan could finally see the glowing red handles now fused to his legs. He nervously swallowed, an illicit thrill crawling through his body. Slowly she crawled upwards, dragging his dripping cock between the valley of her breasts until it teased against her taut stomach. One hand reached into the bag beside them.

"Whatever will I do with you, my naughty synth?"

What would she do with him? He was completely at her mercy. She could ask him to do anything and he'd happily do it. He was completely hers!

All of that and more never escaped Yvan's muzzle as he steadfastly remembered her order to be quiet. Instead he quietly whimpered and watched as she drew out a crimson strip. She slowly peeled off the plastic backing, revealing the arrow shaped decal. From his angle below, Yvan could see the circuits and LEDs within.

Their eyes locked as Clare brought it down, painstakingly slowly. The tip of the arrow pressed against the bead of grey fluids that just above his crotch, spreading the pre underneath it. She gently brushed her fingers across it, smoothing it across the black synthetic skin. Once more, he briefly lost feeling only for it to come back as the red lights flickered to life.

Clare's hands lovingly stroked along his skin, rubbing his soft belly and pinching at its rubbery covering. Her eyes remained locked with Yvans as her tongue licked along her muzzle. Her hands trailed upwards, fingers brushing against the underside of Yvan's budding breasts. He shivered, squirming to bring the sensitive peaks closer to her touch.

He hissed with pleasure as a finger brushed against a turgid nipple.

"No. These are entirely wrong," Clare murmured.

The words were like a bucket of ice water, cutting through the haze of arousal and lust. They were wrong! This was all wrong! He shouldn't have these small breasts on his chest, he should-

"Bigger!"

Yes! Of course!

Her hands cupped his small tits, massaging at the flesh as she commanded him. "A slutty synth like you needs to be bigger! Grow for me, won't you dear?"

He wanted to shout his agreement with her. To sing his desires and hold her hands close as they cupped his new features together!

Instead Yvan stayed quiet, writhing under her touch as she continued to play with his itty bitty titties. All the while he silently urged them to be bigger. Bigger than Clare's even! Surely she'd like them then?

Even as Clare's hands left his body, a phantom tingle persisted across his chest. Pulsating with a steady rhythm across the sensitive flesh.

He watched as she stood once more, her hips cocked and a hand under her chin like she did when she was solving a particularly challenging problem. He could only stare, waiting to see what Clare had in store for him next.

Her eyes settled on his crotch.On his erect, throbbing cock as it dripped thick, grey pre onto him.

From his vantage point, something about its shape seemed off. It looked smaller and misshapen, like a phallic ball of clay waiting to be molded. As if sensing the sudden attention, his dick seemed to shrink a tiny bit more in a vain attempt to escape.

"Oh no, no, no." Clare tittered. "We can't have that going away just yet. But how to fix it..." She trailed off, clearly not expecting an answer from him. She turned to that wondrous bag, rifling through its contents. Objects clattered together and she searched, her eyes darting around as she inspected the different objects.

"Oh! This could be fun," she squealed as she gazed lasciviously at Yvan. Her hand pulled out and he could see the exact 'toy' she planned to use.

The object was long and slightly curved, segmented into multiple parts. The very tip of it was angular and built to a distinct point. It was black at its base and blended to dark purple at the tip.

A synth's penis.

Yvan felt himself drool, wanting nothing more than to wrap his tongue around its length. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to take such a thing...but for that he'd need a new feature.

Clare, evidently, had a different plan in mind. She pressed the synthetic shaft against his, producing a thin wire that she wrapped around the two. Yvan helplessly watched as the impressive length that dwarfed his was pressed so tightly against him, shivering all the while at Clare's touch.

Once she was satisfied with her creation, she stood back. Yvan glanced to her hand and saw the remote it held. Her finger moved.

The dildo came to life.

A long, drawn out moan escaped Yvan's snout as the shaft gently shook against his own. His hips instinctively bucked, trying to press back against the heavy weight.

Clare stood there, watching for a few minutes before stepping around to his head. She held the remote in front of his visor, showing that it was at the lowest setting possible while her thumb rested on the slider. Her snout gently bumped against the top of his head in a mock-kiss.

"Don't come." She whispered.

Her thumb slid to the highest setting.

The dildo exploded into action.

Yvan wanted to scream as the dildo jackhammered against his cock..but Clare had told him to be quiet!

The world became a blur as his body shook with the vibrations, his small tits and large ass bouncing with every motion. His tail lashed from side to side as he lost control of it. Everything faded away as that pounding, vibrating, pleasure radiated out against his cock.

Pre gushed forth, dripping down shamelessly onto the glowing arrow pointing towards his crotch. The liquid pooled and flowed downwards, rolling against the two shafts.

Yvan felt himself climbing higher and higher, his cock throbbing and pulsating with an explosive need. His body sprinted towards the edge of orgasm and stayed there, maddeningly close to releasing its load all across his stomach.

But he couldn't.

Clare told him not to.

Clare. That damn, sexy synth. She told him not to come and he couldn't. The very thought of displeasing her was terrifying! With her luscious tits, her sexy ass, her swaying tail. The way her new features looked like a black leather corset and her feet looked like heels.

Like a domineering Mistress.

A fresh wave of pre spilled forth and Yvan groaned out. It was like his body had stepped past his orgasm on its journey to higher pleasure. The dildo quaked against his shaft. With every passing second it felt like the vibrations were coming more and more from his cock! As if it had swallowed that thick shaft and made it his own.

A new feature.

The vibrations changed. Adapted. The tempo fluctuated, sometimes moving at that impossible speed before easing off, becoming a simmering tremble that made him think maybe he could last until Clare told him to come...

If she was even still in the room.

Alone in the bedroom, Yvan writhed under the abuse of the dildo. Thoughts became harder and harder as his pleasure built higher and higher and higher and higher and higher and higher AND HIGHER AND

...

...

Receptors overloaded - Rebooting...

Initializing...

Reformat requested. Authorization: Mistress Clare...

Beginning purge of corrupted data...

The new synth gasped, but no air left her reptilian maw. Because...because synths didn't breathe and she was a synth, wasn't she?

She blinked and sat up, trying to make sense of things but her thoughts were slippery, imprecise. The synth knew she should know certain things, but they eluded her, like her name. Shouldn't that be something so simple to remember? She supposed so, but there were other more pressing matters at hand. Like her stiff synthetic shaft. She shivered and barely repressed a moan.

"Is something the matter, dear?"

The synth looked up. Standing to the side of her bed was her mistress. She blinked. No, Clare!

...but weren't they the same?

"I, like, don't know," the synth said in that sultry, feminine tone of hers. "I feel like I'm, like..." the synth put a hand to her snout and blushed. "Forgetting something?"

"Oh, you're probably forgetting lots of things," Clare said. "But that's ok, isn't it?"

"I, um..." the synth looked away. "I guess so?"

"No, dear, it is ok," Clare purred, climbing onto the bed. She pressed her hands against the new synth's chest, her breasts, and pushed her down. "It's exactly what needs to be happening. Oh, and a few other things as well."

"L-like," the new synth stuttered, shivering as Clare cupped her tits. She giggled. They were so soft, so sensitive! Such nice new features... "Like what?"

"Like these." Clare squeezed the other synth's tits gently, eliciting a gasp and a moan. "Much too small, aren't they?"

"Y-yes..." the synth admitted, then pouted. Why were they so small?

"Then let's work on that, dear," Clare hissed, tweaking the synth's nipples. "And other aspects of you."

"O-other aspects?" The synth murmured, shivering from Clare's pleasurable, deft touches. She moaned, looking down to her cock but she remembered what her mistress had said. She couldn't come. Not yet! Not until she was allowed to.

And when was that going to be?

"Yes," Clare said. "Like what's your name?"

"My name? It's like...like...it starts with a Y?"

Clare giggled and the other synth blushed, then squeaked as she felt a warmth in her chest. Her digital eyes grew wide when she looked down and saw that her tits were growing!

"Well, you are a Ysol unit," Clare said. "And they don't usually have names. Do you even have a name?"

Clare grinned and stared at the other synth, her eyes red and yet not unkind. There was a warmth in that red, a fire still stoked with love yet twisted.

"N-no?" the synth guessed.

"Yes, very good!" Clare said and removed her hands from the synth's swelling tits so she could clap her hands. "You're Ysol."

The synth...Ysol blinked, then nodded and smiled. Yes, she was Ysol! It's what came up when she queried for a designation, one of the few things she could muster her muddled mind to do.

"And you know what Ysols are, don't you?" Clare asked.

"Umm..." Ysol narrowed her digital eyes, but she was hardly deep in thought. She almost came upon an answer, but then her growing breasts jiggled and she giggled. Heh heh, they were swelling so big!

"They're service units," Clare said. "Surrogate service units specifically. Like you but..." she smiled as she groped Ysol's breasts. "You like the service part more, don't you?"

"I-I do?" Ysol shivered. She blinked and smiled, the light of her eyes dimming a little. "I do!"

"Yes, you do," Clare purred. "You want to please your mistress, don't you?"

"Totally!" Ysol giggled, then frowned. What was up with her voice? What was up with Clare's demeanor? Her mistress hadn't always been like this and neither had she. She needed to...needed to...

A squeeze of a burgeoning breast pushed those thoughts right out of her mind. Ysol shivered and moaned, her cock twitching but she couldn't come, because she wasn't allowed to. She whimpered and looked up at her mistress.

"What's wrong, dear?" Clare asked, both hands on the subservient synth's breasts.

"I...I don't know," Ysol admitted, writhing from Clare's tender touches. It was so hard to think and so much easier to feel.

"That's ok, dear," Clare said with a soft smile on her snout, her eyes holding that same warmth. "You don't have to know much. I don't expect that of you."

"Are you, like..." Ysol paused. She felt like she needed to know things. Wasn't she the boss? "Sure?"

"Of course I'm sure," Clare replied, tail flicking. "Tell me again, who are you?"

"I'm...I'm-"

Clare squeezed her tits and Ysol gasped. She giggled as not only did she feel her tits swell, no longer small in the slightest, but some of those stuffy, troubling thoughts left her head. Why was she worried about being the boss when her boss, her mistress, was currently providing so much pleasure for her.

"Go on, dear..."

"Ysol!" Ysol gasped. "I'm Ysol!"

"Yes, dear," Clare said, smiling then shaking her head. "We already established that, didn't we? That's not what I meant, dear."

"O-oh." Ysol looked away, blushing as Clare pressed her breasts together. They were so big now! Surely big enough to fill her mistress's palms and then some. But they could be bigger...

"Don't worry, dear," Clare said, patting her head then rubbing her horns. Ysol squirmed. Why did that feel so good? "I don't expect you to think much. There's not a lot of room in there for numbers and spreadsheets and finances, is there?"

Ysol almost agreed...almost. But then thoughts came to her of her business, of her work, of-

A tweak of a nipple and a hand on her cock swept those thoughts away forevermore. Ysol blinked, the glow of her eyes dimming again somewhat. What had she been thinking of again? She couldn't remember. Not knowing how to answer Clare's question, she giggled and then wiggled her hips. She was so needy, so ready to come, but she couldn't come.

"That's right, dear," Clare said, leaning forward and nuzzling Ysol's snout. "It's like I said earlier..." She brought her hands to Ysol's breasts and hefted them. They were big and heavy now and still oh so sensitive. "I swear you spend all your processing power on your tits." She dipped her snout and squeezed Ysol's breasts on it. "Not that I mind."

Ysol could only moan in response as pleasure flooded both body and mind. Her mistress was complimenting her tits! They were rather nice. Big boobies that were fun to play with. Oooh, and they could house either milk or lube! As Clare withdrew her snout, Ysol's breasts did just that, swelling a little larger still as they filled with some liquid substance. A teasing lick from Clare's dexterous tongue caused Ysol to moan again, shivering as white liquid began to trickle from both of her stiff red nipples.

"Now..." Clare purred. "Let's try this again. What are you, dear?"

"Ysol!" Ysol huffed.

"Oh, dear..." Clare said. "We know that. But what is Ysol?"

What indeed? Ysol frowned as she tried to think of the answer.

"Let me help you out," Clare said, giving both of Ysol's breasts a squeeze, eliciting groans of pleasure and little spurts of milk before she traced her milk soaked hands down Ysol's pressed in waist and stomach, caressing ever curve of the trembling synth. She gave each of the synth's hip handles a quick tug, smiling as Ysol squeaked before she rested her hands on the synth's thighs. Ysol blinked. Were her thighs thickening as well! She moaned and lashed her tail as a squeeze from Clare confirmed this. "Is Ysol a human?"

"No!" Ysol said, then giggled. Of course she wasn't human! She was a synth, an artificial reptilian life form. A sexy one at that...

"Is Ysol a man?"

"That's silly!" Ysol snorted. Somehow her being a man, a male, was more absurd than her being a different species. And yet...her gaze dropped to her cock. Why...why did she have that? She would like to have one inside her, once she had developed her new features but she didn't want what currently stood stiffly between her legs.

"That's right, dear," Clare said, with a nod. Then a hand was on that offending member, fingers wrapped tightly around the artificial cock. "Let's roll on ahead, shall we? Ysol is a synth, a female service synth. She doesn't have one of these, does she?"

Ysol shook her head, then shivered as Clare stroked the cock. She wiggled her hips and would have come except-

"No," Clare hissed. "Don't. Come."

Ysol whined, but obeyed because it was the only thing she could do. She couldn't come not only because of what her mistress said, but also because that cock, that synthetic shaft between her legs wasn't hers.

Then whose was it?

Someone who didn't matter anymore, Ysol decided. Certainly someone she wasn't. Whoever it was, she wanted it gone. She looked up pleadingly at Clare.

"What is it, dear?" Clare asked, smile broadly, her tongue flicking lavisciously out.

"Can you, like..." Ysol began but faltered as Clare stroked the cock.

"Can I...?" Clare murmured.

"Can you remove it?"

"The...the..." Ysol moaned and motioned towards the shaft. She whimpered while Clare's smile deepened, her tail flicking teasingly.

"Use your words, dear," Clare said, continuing to stroke the cock.

"Take the cock," Ysol begged. She could barely stand it anymore. Any worries, fears, apprehensions about the current situation or who she was were gone...as well as some other unneeded memories. She rubbed her thick thighs together and her big breasts jiggled and leaked milk as she came closer and closer to a climax that just couldn't come. It was impossible, especially with that cock in the way.

"Maybe," Clare chuckled. "If you ask nicely."

"Please take my cock away!" Ysol moaned, looking pleadingly into Clare's eyes. "Please, please, please!"

"Gladly, dear," Clare said with a triumphant smirk.

The dominant synth pulled, Ysol groaned, and then the cock, more of a dildo really, came out and that was it. Ysol shrieked and thrust her hips as pleasure overloaded her receptors, but this time she didn't black out, this time she didn't need to reboot. She rode it out, letting it overwhelm her, letting it wash over her and cleanse any corrupted data, and most of all, letting it define her as a synth, an individual. She was a service synth, after all - pleasure was her purpose!

"Good girl," Clare said, her words barely piercing the daze pleasure veil of Ysol's mind. She held up the juice soaked dildo and then put it down on the bed next to the shivering service synth. Ysol eyed the toy. Why had she ever thought it was hers? It looked like a real, juicy synth cock or close enough...but it was certainly something she would never possess, except inside of her. She quivered at this thought while Clare stroked her smooth stomach with one hand and her thickened thighs with the other. "Very good girl."

Ysol shivered in response then squeaked as she felt a new sensation. Clare had not only placed her fingers down there but also in there. She panted and then sat up enough to see her lover was dipping her fingers into a lovely set of lower lips, a plump red lipped pussy that eagerly accepted Clare's offering. Ysol shuddered as those fingers went deeper into her newfound passage, the sensation intensified by the feeling of other developments within her. Vaguely she was aware that passage was getting deeper and deeper until it reached something that most synths didn't have, but she as a surrogate service synth did - a womb, a fertile one at that. She could carry eggs now!

Eggs...

Ysol shivered then squealed as Clare's fingers brushed up against her clit. It was so sensitive! So pleasurable! So much better than that dildo that she'd thought was a cock. Ysol giggled. She was a silly synth, wasn't she? A silly girl. But that was ok. Clare didn't seem to mind.

"Much better, isn't it?" Clare asked. "Silly girl, why did you have it in there in the first place?"

Ysol opened her maw to answer, but she had no answer. So she simply giggled and started playing with her tits while Clare continued to finger her.

"Well, what did I expect?" Clare questioned. "I do all the thinking around here."

Ysol flicked her tongue out and then frowned. She wasn't really that much of an airhead, was she?

As if reading her mind, Clare continued: "Don't worry about it, dear. In fact, don't think so hard about things. Leave that to me."

"Like, sure!" Ysol giggled, then moaned at the combination of Clare's ministrations and her squeezing her own breasts. "I can totes do that!"

"Good, good," Clare said, then slowly, pleasurably withdrew her fingers from Ysol's soaked snatch. "Now dear, do you know what comes next?"

Ysol's visor flickered, her eyes squinting as if she was working out a complex puzzle. They were in the bedroom. Clare was already playing with her a bit. And they had a nice, thick dildo right next to them...

"Oh!" Her face lit up with pure excitement. "We're totes gonna fuck, right?"

Clare chuckled as she brought up her dripping hand to Ysol's snout and gave her a gentle tap. Her tongue instinctively shot out, wrapping around her mistress's digit and licking it clean.

"Now that's going to depend."

"On what?"

The domineering synth dragged herself upwards, her hands falling on either side of Ysol's head. She leaned over Ysol, muzzle to muzzle as she gazed down upon her with a mischievous look.

Down upon her synth.

"If you can earn it," Clare sang out, her tongue licking along her muzzle for emphasis before she moved even higher. Ysol's eyes lit up as she glanced down, seeing Cla- Mistress's pussy approaching.

Knees fell around her as she stared upwards, Clare's crimson lips standing out as a splash of colour against the black synthetic skin of her crotch. Her tail fell across Ysol's body, slipping between the valley of her breasts as the tip brushed against her own pussy. She couldn't suppress the needy whimper that escaped as she wiggled her hips, trying to use Clare's tail for her own pleasure.

"Ah, ah, ah - No squirming!" Clare tutted.

Ysol's body froze as she fought every instinct to try and get that wondrous tail inside her. Clare continued her taunting, her tail tip thrumming against her clit. Eager for a distraction, Ysol set her eyes on the sight just above her. Those plump, red lips that were just barely parted. Sitting just out of reach of her snout. Her arms wrapped around Clare's thighs as she began to lift herself towards them...only to feel a hand from above hold her down.

Ysol whined like a puppy denied a treat as she struggled to reach her mistress. If only she had a tongue long enough to reach!

Her eyes lit up. Of course!

A long, forked tongue slithered out from Ysol's muzzle and snaked its way up towards, running along the edge of those supple lips. Clare cooed with approval as her tail mimicked her synth's tongue, a needy moan coming from between her legs.

Emboldened by her mistress' approval, Ysol's tongue delved deeper. Longer and longer it stretched, plunging deep into Clare's pussy. She revelled in the taste, enjoying every drop of Clare's arousal as she diligently licked every surface. Every now and then she'd pause her ministrations to let her tongue flick out and wrap itself around her clit, playing with that oh-so sensitive button of Clare's. All the while, the tail tip continued to prod and stroke at her own pussy, taunting Ysol with promises of what could come. The two couldn't contain the murmurs of pleasure that filled the room.

"Enough." Clare finally said, giving Ysol a gentle pat on her head. She climbed off the whimpering synth, her tail dragging agonizingly slowly along Ysol's needy slit. The other synth quickly sat up, looking at her mistress with hopeful eyes.

"Did I earn it? I totes earned it, right?" Ysol pleaded, her eyes quivering.

Clare simply chuckled, giving her another pat on the cheek before sliding her hand down to gently tweak a turgid nipple.

"Silly girl," she said before giving her milky finger a lick. "You certainly did!"

"Whee!" The black and blue synth cried with excitement, her head tilting back as her eyes flickered into upwards-facing chevrons. Her tail flicked about excitedly as she began bouncing on the bed, sending her large, milk laden tits jiggling and only adding to her arousal.

Clare simply rolled her eyes with amusement before climbing off the bed, one hand dragging along the sheets as if held down by a weight. While her ditzy partner was caught up in the excitement of having earned a treat, she was busy preparing her own reward. She was more than ready to enjoy the full benefits of her new features.

The quiet click of connections locking in went unheard amidst the service unit's squeals and cheers, but the information filling Clare's visor brought a smile to her face. She turned to face the bed, her dextrous tail swaying from side to side as she placed a hand on her cocked hip. Her other moved to her crotch.

"In fact dear, I think you earned something extra special," She sang out, drawing Ysol's attention.

The service synth's jaw dropped in awe as she looked at her mistress, standing at the foot of the bed in her domineering pose...

Stroking the thick, dripping synth dildo that was now attached to her.

The purple head pulsed with an intimidating glow as it twitched between Clare's fingers. Both licked along their muzzles with hungry lust as Ysol's eyes went wide and a hand drifted to her nethers, her hips gently rocking as she shamelessly jilled herself.

"Hands and knees. Now." Mistress growled. Her synth sprung into action, throwing herself into the requested position. Her back arched as she looked back expectantly and lifted her thick tail high into the air, the tip swaying as her ass jiggled in invitation. Red eyes glowed with an insatiable lust as she eyed the cock mistress had claimed.

Clare moved closer, stroking at her new length as she relished the new sensations. With her free hand she gently patted Ysol's jiggling ass, right on the glowing hand print she had placed on her just yesterday. The needy coo she received was music to her ears.

"Does my service slut want something?" She asked, rubbing the head of her cock between those needy folds.

"Your cock! Your cock!" Ysol sang out, the bed rocking underneath her as she tried in vain to press back against Clare.

"Oh? Just my cock?"

That puzzled Ysol. What else could mistress give her? She had a cock now and that meant something. Right? Her tongue snuck out as her processors worked away at the problem. If only they weren't so busy with her tits!

Mistress had a cock. And cocks shoot out totes yummy cum. And cum meant...

Her eyes went wide as Clare gave her the answer.

"You don't want eggs?"

Ysol's body trembled and the flood of arousal dripped down onto the bed."Like, of course! Make me totes full! Pleeeaaase?" She pleaded, giving mistress her best puppy dog eyes.

"Well when you beg like that...'' Clare trailed off. Her hand released her throbbing prick as she grabbed hold off Ysol's supple cheeks, lining up perfectly with the handprints on her ass. With a mighty thrust she pushed that delicious cock deep into the needy red-lipped pussy as Ysol cried out with pleasure.

With machine-like precision, Clare pistoned in and out of the curvaceous service unit. Ysol's body quaked with pleasure as her new features bounced with every thrust, her tail draped lazily over Clare's shoulder. Her leaky tits dripped shamelessly, milk staining the sheets below. As Clare pounded into her she became deliriously lost in the pleasure of being claimed, her long tongue hanging from her mouth as she panted with lust.

In, Clare thrust. The slapping sound of synthetic flesh against synthetic flesh filled the room. Ysol pushed back, eager to feel her mistress in the deepest parts of her new feature.

Out, Clare pulled. Ysol whined as the walls of her passage eagerly clutched at the receding cock, even as mistress' fingers squeezed at the marks on her butt.

Again and again and again, the pattern repeated itself. The world was a blur for Ysol as mistress seemed to find every sensitive spot within her new feature and pressed with reckless abandon. She was helpless under the ever fluctuating tempo set by her domineering partner. Sometimes the thrusts came fast, filling the room with a rapid slap-slap-slap of their bodies coming together. Other times they were slow, allowing her to feel every inch of the throbbing shaft as it filled or left her. The segmented ridges dragged along her walls, teasing her higher and higher.

Clare watched as her synth was left overwhelmed, her position of power adding the most delicious flavour to the carnal act. She couldn't help but chuckle as she questioned all the times she'd been reluctant to have sex with that man.

And now she wanted more.

Her hands left the marks on Ysol's ass as she leaned over her. Ysol shouted with surprise as mistress' hands wrapped around the handles on her back and pushed her down into the bed. Cries turned to pleasurable murmurs as her ass was pushed upwards, allowing Clare a new angle to pound into her from. With a smirk, Clare put her new feature to proper use.

The sudden thrum that resonated through Ysol's body left her moaning. Clare's cock came to life within her, the vibrations starting off low but quickly building. Faster and faster she thrust, her pistoning becoming frantic. Every time she sawed into the writhing service synth, she'd roll her hips and leave her buzzing cock buried deep within her snatch for a few taunting seconds. Ysol's walls excitedly clamped at the intrusion, rolling and roiling as they demanded more of it.

Faster and faster, Clare thrust in. Higher and higher, the vibrations climbed. Closer and closer, the two were rapidly approaching their climax. The sheets of the bed were stained white and grey, fluids soaking the sheets as the two synthetic bodies fucked upon them. Ysol's breasts flattened underneath her as she was pressed into the mattress, her nipples dragging along the sheets with every vigorous thrust. The friction upon those sensitives nubs danced teasingly between pain and pleasure as more milk dribbled from them.

Clare's tempo became shaky, her thrusts losing precision as her cock began to swell and pulse within. Her jaws ground together, fighting back the coming tide as she tried to draw the moment out as long as possible. She pulled herself out slowly, her throbbing shaft coming dangerously close to slipping from her synth's pussy.

A final, powerful thrust.

A shouted command.

"Come!"

The bed shrieked in protest as Clare pushed forward with the full strength of a synth. Ysol's own shriek of orgasm was drowned out as she was pressed into the mattress. Her walls slammed down on mistress' cock as it exploded within her, flooding her fertile womb with thick, grey cum. Spurt after spurt painted her insides, her passage eagerly milking the shaft for every drop it could produce as she was held down. The skin of her stomach showed a subtle bulge, the red arrow pointing to her needy cunt becoming slightly distorted.

The two shook and trembled as they rode out their respective orgasms. Clare struggled to properly process the sinfully joyful explosion she'd felt from her new feature; Ysol couldn't focus on anything other than the waves that seemed to set off every sensor across her body. Time dragged on as the two remained locked together, the only signs of motion being the tips of their tails as they twitched.

With a long, artificial sigh Clare finally released her grip. The mattress creaked as her pressing ceased, Ysol jiggling motionlessly as she was pushed back. The service synth was gently rolled onto her back, showing that her visor had gone dark. Thankfully a quick query revealed that she was simply charging.

Clare smiled as she stroked her hands down Ysol's torso, tracing along her bulging stomach and the glowing red arrow. She gave her stomach a gentle pat, admiring the grey liquid that was spilling freely from her lower lips.

"My dear, silly synth." She whispered, leaning down until her muzzle was beside her synth's head. "I can't wait to see you bursting with eggs!"

*****

Clare sat in the office, her office. It was business as usual today, managing invoices, updating numbers, ensuring the customer was satisfied, and-

"Oh!" She sat up and then shivered. She was being called, but there was no need to pick up a telephone. How primitive! No, she only needed to answer via her visor.

"Hello?" she said. "Yes, yes, this is her. New management? That's right, but the old boss is still very much with us. In fact..." Clare gasped and smiled. "Sorry about that. In fact, she's very good at what she does." The synth leaned forward while she cupped one of her breasts. "The position? Oh yes, very much open. Would you like to stop by for an interview. Of course we fully support working from home or a library or a coffeeshop - you're pref - mmm - erence, really but there's something more personal about face to face. Today?" Clare's smile deepened, her eyes brightening. "Of course you can stop by today. I'll send you the details. Yes. Yes. Looking forward to it too. Thank you...hmmf...thank you very much!"

The call ended, but Clare was far from being finished. She squirmed as between her legs Ysol licked at her sensitive slit. She hissed and then put a hand on the other synth's head. Ysol blinked and then paused, looking at her mistress, her long tongue lolling out of her lizard-like snout. Clare smiled at her submissive synth petting her horns while Ysol groped herself, one hand squeezing a milky breast while the other rubbed at her swollen, firm belly.

"Awww," Clare cooed. "Someone's excited for her new sister, hmmm?"

Ysol nodded excitedly.

"Those eggs are coming soon too, dear," Clare murmured. "So much excitement coming up. Well..." She spread her legs and gestured to her slit. "Did I tell you to stop? Keep going, dear!"

Ysol was more than happy to oblige.