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Pretzel growled, the anthro hyena baring his teeth, clicking deliberately while his other hand danced across the keyboard. Blood splattered the screen and he grinned in savage triumph as the demons fell before him.

Ding dong.

His ears perked up, but his attention remained focused on the task at hand. After all, who else was there to save this ruined world but him?

"Rip," he snarled. "And tear until-"

Ding dong.

"Oh!"

He paused the game and wheeled back in his chair as he removed his headset. He got up and was heading towards the door when he heard a car pull away.

"No, no!" he exclaimed. "I hope I didn't..."

He rushed to the door and flung it open. The hyena let out a sigh of relief when he saw a package sitting before him. He scooped it up and closed the door as he looked down to examine the package.

"CausDek Corps?" he said, frowning and turning the package over in his hands. "I don't remember ordering anything from..."

Then it hit him. His eyes lit up and he smiled with excitement as he hurried back to the room his computer was located in. He had placed the box down for only a moment before he was trying to get it open, the rather tall and large hyena having no trouble tearing the tape away from the box's flaps. He excitedly lifted them and then removed his prize.

It was the top half of a reptilian-like head mostly made up of a pure white material, though there was a predominant screen made of hardened black glass that made up much of the face. Pretzel ran his hands over the contours of the visor, tracing its slopes and curves all the way back to the antennae like horns that swept backwards before he lifted it up and peered at it from the underside.

"Hmm..." he murmured.

It seemed like it would fit his head, something he had worried a little about when he had ordered the VR visor themed and shaped like a synth's snout. The product page had claimed that one size fit all, but the big hyena knew from experience that was often not very true at all. Still, he sighed with relief, for it seemed like this was a visor he actually could use and he had gotten it for cheap too! Used, yet the visor looked very new. The only question now was how to use it?

He dug around in the box the visor had come in, but he only found a shipping receipt and a small slip of paper. He squinted beneath his glasses at it.

"Synth CK, model 4, version F," he read, but there were a lot of other numbers beneath it he didn't recognize, almost like a component list. "Huh."

He peered at the visor, before shrugging. He placed the paper down and picked the visor up. Perhaps it connected wirelessly? Maybe he just had to put it on? What was the harm in that? Either it worked, or he'd just have to look up some instructions.

He lifted the synth snout over his head, took a deep breath, removed his glasses as an afterthought and then lowered the visor down. He grinned, finding the visor fit him well, very well, resting snugly over his smaller hyenine snout.

"Alright," he said, eyes peering through the black glass. "Now is this going to boot up or...?"

The visor suddenly fit too well as it clamped tight around his head, sealing itself shut.

"Wha-?"

Pretzel blinked and stumbled back, his vision suddenly going dark. He shuddered as he felt both the top and bottom halves of his snout stretch to conform into a much more reptilian shape, while fur gave away to a material just as soft yet so much more sleek. The changing hyena panted and whined as those gritted teeth in his mouth began to dull and shrink, merging into the relative flatness of his reptilian jaws. He felt his nose recede while his snout pressed forward, though the oddest sensation was of breathing through two nostrils at the end of his synth snout before his original one had even extended out there. Coughing, he reached up and felt for his neck, feeling it thin beneath his paws as the fur was once again replaced by the same soft, smooth material. Still blind, he placed his hands further up on the side of the visor and tried to yank it off.

"Ow!"

He might as well have tried to pull off his own head because...well, because the visor was his head now. He froze, trying to comprehend this impossibility, tongue lolling out of his slackened jaws as it thinned and stretched. He...he wasn't sure what to do now. The hyena shivered as that new material reached his collarbone before smoothing out the fur onto his shoulders, shoulders that were beginning to lose their broadness beneath soft, plated material. If only he could see!

Somehow, Pretzel blinked again and this time his eyes opened up. He found himself staring forward, the tip of a white muzzle ever in his field of vision. Of course he was used to having some sort of snout, but not to the various numbers processing at either side of his vision or the smiling banana-yellow synth head smiling at him at the right corner of his display.

Wait, smiling synth head?

"Gah!" Pretzel said, though the voice that left his reptilian snout was not his own. It was high and light and decidedly feminine, with a bit of an artificial tone to it.

"Oh, hi there!" the smiling synth head said, her green eyes bright and happy. She floated up towards the middle of his vision while she waved a disembodied synth hand at him. "Wow, your HUD booted up late! Seems like you started the conversion kit incorrectly!"

"Wait, what?" Pretzel said, still finding his voice strange to his ears...or lack of ears. Somewhere along the process they had been folded back and subsumed, no doubt part of his new antennae-like horns. "Conversion kit...?"

"Yes!" the synth giggled. "Model 4, version F, and I'm REPlica 3.0, Rep for short. The newest and most up-to-date conversion kit assistant! Although..." She frowned and scratched the underside of her snout. "You seemed to have started without me! Will have to submit that bug..."

"I..." Pretzel shivered as the synth skin started to spread down from his shoulders to his arms, his arms thinning and slimming down beneath the advance of artificial smoothness. He groaned as he felt something press at his slimming shoulders, a force that was compressing him down. Suddenly dizzy, he shook and nearly fell, grabbing onto his desk for support. The hand that gripped that surface began to shrink, paw pads melting away into a more humanoid palm while fingers became smaller and daintier, the tips charcoal-grey instead of white.

"Yes, you started without me!" Rep said with a huff and puff of digitized smoke before she smiled widely. "But don't worry, we can make this work! Just insert component 39Z and-"

"39Z?" Pretzel murmured, moaning as an unexpected warmth suffused his chest. He lowered his head, looking down his new reptilian snout as the same grey color that covered his neck and shoulders spread down his chest. The material didn't merely subsume his spotted fur and meld his shirt into the charcoal greyness, though. Instead, some of it seemed to coalesce around his nipples, nipples that grew thicker and puffier as they took on a cyan coloration that softly glowed.

"Mmhmm!" Rep said with a nod. "It's an inhibitor! We'll need it since you let such a large payload of nanites into your system! Otherwise you're going to end up with some very large mammaries..?"

"Mammaries?" Pretzel repeated. The word should have meant something to the changing hyena, but its definition eluded his mental grasp for whatever reason. It was there, but his mind was beginning to feel muddled.

"Yeah, you know, uh..." Rep looked back, her disembodied hands appearing with two melons in her hands. "You know...breasts! Boobs! Titties! I have a hundred other synonyms if those didn't work!"

"Breasts?" Pretzel murmured, slowly getting to his feet while he lifted his slightly smaller synth hands to his chest, while soft sensitive artificial flesh gathered beneath his puffy cyan nipples into what were obviously little mounds. He smiled at the sight of them, for now he recognized what they were. He laughed, no, giggled and cupped the slowly swelling mounds. "Hehe. Titties!"

"Yes, they are," Rep said. "Standard for model F. Now, 39Z...?"

Pretzel heard the virtual assistant, but he wasn't really listening. He was far more interested in how his breasts were developing, a smile forming on his reptilian snout as he cupped them. He quivered as that invisible hand pressed down on him again, a little more height lost while another force gently pressed at his sides, the contour of his waist curving in as the smooth synth skin reached his hips. The sight of breasts, his breasts, swelling before his eyes caused a sudden stirring in his pants. How could he not be aroused by such a scene?

"39Z...?"

Pretzel blinked and turned his attention to the little synth in the middle of his vision, though it was impossible to ignore the growing heft to his chest or how his hips had started to ache. He let out a soft sigh as they began to ease apart, stretching wider and wider while charcoal greyness moved down to his crotch and legs. Again the artificial material absorbed his clothing, his favorite pair of jeans, into his new smooth skin, quickly leaving him naked, or near enough. His cock throbbed and stiffened, the hyena shivering as it was exposed to the open air.

"Earth to...hey, what is your name?"

"Uh..." The former hyena frowned and tilted his head, the slight motion causing his burgeoning breasts to jiggle a little. He giggled at the sensation, then tried to focus on the question. What was his name? He had thought of it just a moment ago, but now it simply didn't come to mind. It was something...cooked? No, baked?

"Oh, it doesn't matter!" Rep sighed. "You need to insert component 39Z right now before-"

The changing hyena's eyes widened on his visor as his breasts suddenly surged with growth and the expansion of his hips ceased being so gentle. There was a snap, a crackle, and a hissing whine as his hips forcefully pulled apart while his waist pressed further in, his curves a little exaggerated now. At the same time, his breasts, round, jiggling mounds that still seemed a little small, didn't stay that way for long. His prominent cyan nipples thickened and grew wider while the soft, synthetic skin beneath them expanded, changing what were subtle mounds into increasingly obvious and heavier breasts, but they weren't done there.

Something in the new synth's mind didn't want them to be done either, and so he smiled and giggled as he held his titties as they swelled larger and larger in his hands, his breasts becoming so huge that he could no longer cup them in his palms. That was alright with him, though, both above in his increasingly empty mind and below at his crotch, his shaft starting to dribble a bit of pre. He let one hand drop to stroke at his cock while the other groped his still swelling breasts.

"...that," Rep sighed. "Oh well, at least you seem to like them. Seriously, unless you want a big butt you'll want to insert 39Z right now!"

Pretzel paused, one hand hefting a swollen tit while the other held his cock.

"Wait," he said. "39Z? Like, a, um...whatcha call it?"

"Component?" Rep said, then nodded enthusiastically. "Mmmhmm!"

"Oh!" the synth said, stiffening as cyan plating covered his rear and tail, continuing to spread down legs that grew longer and thinner - save for his thighs. He rubbed them together as they grew thicker and softer, the electric friction of their touch only heightening his arousal. Their swelling was accompanied by the appearance of another feature, glowing cyan handles pressing pleasurably out from his hips and from midway down his back. Idly he wondered what they were for, but then images flashed in his mind of all sorts of fun positions he could take and how those handles could assist, the synth imagining himself raising his tail while a big, sultry dragoness took him by those handles and-

"So...are you going to get it?"

He considered and clicked his claws against the ground as he thought, though he didn't notice their sound ceasing as four-toed paws became two thicker digits, slightly spread apart and still quite capable of supporting his altering frame. He turned towards the box that had held the visor now firmly attached to his head. Hadn't there been something in there? With a bit of regret, he released his grip on his breast, letting it hang swaying from his chest where it belonged as he searched through the box. He pulled out a piece of paper and held it up.

"Here it is!" he said. "Does that, like, help?"

"Uhhhhh..." Rep said, then smiled sweetly. "Not at all. We need the component, not a component list."

The synth frowned. Component?

"But..." the synth frowned. "There were no components? At least..." He scratched the back of his head. "I don't, like, think so?"

"What!?" Rep's eyes widened cartoonishly large, popping out of her visor. "No, they come with every component kit. Hmm..." She took out a magnifying glass. "Let me search your memories. Maybe I can help! Do you grant me permission to go through your memory bank?"

"Umm," the synth paused, still idly stroking his cock. A frown spread across his synthetic snout, the feeling that he was getting nowhere only growing. HIs cock still felt stiff and ready, but it was only getting stiffer and harder and yet he wasn't any closer to cumming! Grrr...at least his titties had ceased swelling, stopping at a size certainly well above average. Huge, soft, sensitive breasts that begged to be played with, to be groped and fondled, for someone to-

"Hey, listen!" Rep said, waving her hands in the synth's vision as he stared longingly at his tits. "I need your permission, so do you grant me permission?"

"Like, sure?" the synth said, perking up as the material slid down his tail, fluffy fur and short hyena length giving way to a thicker, longer tail. It thumped happily against the floor as it grew up and out, cyan plating on the top half and white on the bottom.

"No, you've gotta say granted!"

"Like, why?" the synth asked, one hand reaching back to feel his rump as it began to fill out. He giggled as he felt it press out against his hand, soft and shapely, but not stopping there. It swelled out into a properly ample rump that fit well upon his curvy, busty frame. He gave one cheek a squeeze and giggled.

"It's part of my programming!"

"Then granted, I guess."

"Phew," Rep said, wiping away cartoonish drops of sweat. "That'll do. Now..." Her eyes bulged too big again. "Oh no!"

"What?" the synth asked, the last of his spotted brown fur finally swept away by synthetic smoothness. "Is something, like, wrong?"

"Something, yes," Rep murmured, now sweating profusely. "Many things, actually!"

"Like what?" the synth wondered aloud, then frowned as he stroked his cock again. There was still sensation, but even though he was rock hard he felt even further from being able to cum!

"You didn't install the memory module!" Rep exclaimed. "There's not enough memory space on the base visor to include requisite subsystems and, well...other things."

But the new synth wasn't really listening anymore, now focused fully on his cock. He stared down at it, taking his other hand from his still-swelling rump to take his shaft in both hands.

"Come on," he whined. "Like, cum on!"

"Why did the designer prioritize sexual behaviors first?" Rep asked.

"Huh?" The synth panted."Sex? Sexy?" He giggled, then looked lustfully over to Rep in the corner of his vision. "Hey, you're, like, sorta sexy. And cute! M-maybe you can help me out?" He stroked at his cock and moaned, but came no closer to cumming.

"Eep!" Rep squeaked, a pink blush appearing across her visor. "N-no, I'm just a virtual assistant, I'd have to inhabit a synth of my own to help you out and-"

"Oh..." The synth shrugged, disappointed. "Then why did you, like, mention sex?"

"Just, um, thinking out loud," Rep said, staring intently as she shuffled through digital papers, her blush still present. "There must be some way to recover..."

The new synth ignored Rep as he grit his jaws together and then tugged as hard as he could on his cock whilst thrusting his wide hips forward, his breasts bouncing from the movement. He groaned and pulled and was rewarded with a rush of pleasure and relief and also a pop as his cock came free from his crotch.

"Wha-?"

The synth looked dumbly down at their crotch and then at what they held in one hand. It was a thick, black replica of a rather enticing looking synth-cock. Between their legs, there were soft, charcoal-grey folds, the inner lining glowing with cyan light. Already their...her folds were wet, dripping lubricant her synth shape was equipped to create. Her, because, well, she was a she-synth, a woman, an advanced artificial lizard lady. And that made sense to her now, more than those weird memories of a hyena man that were blurring together in her mind...no, her central proc...something. At the same time, new data flooded the synth's head, all sorts of sexual positions, tips, and helpful diagrams filling in the newly empty space. The dazed, lustful synth hardly questioned as thoughts of nude, lounging ladies of all sorts of species mingled with those of busty women in much more forward positions; the synth's lust for them crowding out what little was left of her original mind and memories.

"So many memory issues!" Rep sighed. "Who maxed out the service synth settings on this firmware? It's not meant to...oh well. And all your user preferences have defaulted to maximum too? Even, um, sensitivity...What moron programmed this mess?!"

The synth looked at the dildo in her hand, maw opening as her tongue flicked out. Gosh, what should she do with her new toy? She giggled as she considered, all the possibilities flooding her mind as lust came to the forefront and stayed. She wiggled her hips and her thick, reptilian tail swayed in excitement too. Her breasts also bounced and she giggled again at this, tilting her snout down to flick her tongue at one of her nipples. It was just long enough that her tongue came into contact and she squeaked, knees knocking against each other as an electric warmth built in her crotch, pussy dripping with her increasing arousal.

"Horny," she murmured, rubbing her thick thighs together. "So horny..."

"Yes, you are," Rep said, staring at fluctuating bars before her. "Geez, without component 782 there doesn't seem to be a limit to your sexual parameters. This is a problem, Pretzel. I got your name from some recovered files..." She frowned. "Pretzel, are you paying attention to me?"

Of course she wasn't. At present she was holding her breasts in her hands and giggled as she squished them together. This was so fun! And so arousing...she whined and hissed, looking past her soft, squishy breasts to that glowing, dripping slit between her legs.

"Like, who's Pretzel?" she asked then giggled. "He sounds like a cutie..."

"That's you!" Rep said.

"What?" The synth paused, then huffed as she pressed her breasts together again. "I'm, like, Lexi."

"Lexi? Hmm..." Rep looked through her notes again. "That's the default name for this model, but okay. Let's roll with that. Anyways, Lexi, we've got to reboot you so that I can restore some-"

"Pussy?" Lexi guessed.

"No, that's not, like, what-" Rep blinked, then covered her snout. "Like? Since, like, when do I...oh no."

"What's wrong?" Lexi asked, concern pushing to the forefront of her thoughts for a moment before she remembered her breasts. And her butt! She reached back and felt her ample rump, sighing in pleasure as her hands went over her sensitive cheeks. Almost instinctively her tail lifted, revealing her needy slit. She leaned forward onto her desk, breasts pressing into the surface as she imagined herself being approached by that sexy dragoness, a sly smile on her imagined lover's snout.

"Like, nothing!" Rep said, glancing to the side before she noticed a trace of pink starting to spread across her snout. She smacked it with one of her hands that was itself starting to get a little bit dainty and pink. "I'm totes not worried. Are you?"

"Nope!" Lexi chirped, and she really wasn't. All those worries and stressors she had once held as Pretzel had seeped away, the sensuality and softness of her new form mixed with her rising lust had led to a very worry-free synth, one whose simple mind could only focus on one thing right now. "But I, like, do need some help..."

"Yeah you do," Rep said, scratching at her increasingly pink neck. "Seems your, like, memory err...er...erotica...um, problem is messing with me too! We need to get you, like, rebooted now! But how...?"

"Can you, like..." Lexi giggled. "Call a sexy girl? Maybe a dragoness with big titties?" She put a finger on her snout. "Cows are cute too...or, oooh, a hyena! They're hot..."

"N-no, I don't have any network connectivity but..." Rep's eyes became pink hearts. "We can, like, reboot you via sensory overload?"

"Huh?"

"By introducing too much input feedback to your processor we can initi...in...start the automatic thing that will..." Rep sighed, her color now completely pink. "Just, like, take that tasty looking dildo and fuck yourself already!"

Lexi was more than happy to comply. While her mind was mostly empty of any thought but lust, there was plenty of information on how to do just as her virtual assistant ordered and to do it very well indeed. Still leaning over the desk, she grabbed the dildo and then slowly brought it down to her softly glowing (and softly dripping) pussy. Her tail raised in anticipation and she squeezed her thighs together as she fantasized that the imaginary dragoness had come with strap-on in tow and more than ready to have some fun.

"Like, what are you waiting for?" Rep asked while she groped a swelling bust just visible below her neck. "Do it already!"

But, eager as she was, Lexi knew better than to rush things. Tenderly she pushed the head of that thick cock against her folds, the synth moaning as her lips slowly began to part.

"Oooh~" she and Rep huffed together.

But that was just the beginning. Lexi gripped the dildo tighter and then thrust it into herself. She shuddered, breasts pressing into the desk and tail waving above her round rump as the thick rod slid into her inner passage, artificial walls clamping down hungrily on the equally artificial thing. Still, it felt oh so good and the synth couldn't help but huff, other hand scrabbling against the desk as her pleasure rose.

"Y-yes," Rep said, cyan blush-lines appearing in her now mauve visor. "T-that's it..."

Lexi smiled, pulling the thick member out a little before pressing it in again, hard. She writhed, visor going fuzzy momentarily at the sensation of the dildo going in even deeper into herself and so the fantasy progressed in her mind, the dragoness with one hand snaking under her chest to squeeze a swollen breast, the other holding her tail up and out of the way as she thrust again and again into her with that strap-on, in and out, in and out, in and-

"Let me, like, help out here, I mean as much as I can..." Rep murmured.

Lexi quivered, those imagined sensations suddenly real thanks to her efforts pushing that dildo in and out of her needy pussy while her breasts' sensitivity increased and slight pressure was applied to her handles and pert rear thanks to Rep's efforts. And like that, the illusion was complete, the synth's eyes disappearing off her visor as she imagined herself getting railed by that dragoness, the sounds of thrusting and huffing, panting and moaning filling her sensors. Her lover's grip tightened artificially on her handles, her simulated breath hot on the synth's neck as a squeak of pleasure escaped Lexi's throat. She rocked back and forth, her tongue lolling out even further; a curvy, busty synth on display to nobody, not even herself.

She leaned forward over the desk as she thrust deeper into herself, the rubbing of the rubber on her inner walls sending electric tingles of pleasure up to her mind and down her spine. Her lifted tail provided no cover for her lewd activity, but of course she didn't care. She wished there was someone else here to witness her, but there was only the blushing Rep, doing her best to sort through the sultry synth's issues while said synth did her best at pleasing herself.

"C-close," Rep panted along with Lexi. "You're so close...just thrust and f...f-fuck until it is done!"

Lexi's eyes flicked on again as exclamation marks after a particularly hard thrust. Just another like that and then she would-

"There!"

The synth's screen went blurry and she shuddered as she climaxed, letting out a girly shriek as pleasure overloaded her systems. The overwhelmed synth shook and then fell back, her sole hand on the desk trying to keep her upright - but there was no helping her now, and she landed on her softly padded rump with a pleased grunt. The dildo lodged in her quivering slit stayed there as she spread her legs, thick thighs squishing against the ground.

"Good," she murmured to herself, hands rising to absentmindedly squeeze at her breasts. "Like, so good..."

Her hands moved over her large tits, squeezing and grabbing and fondling while she rode out the pleasure. Slowly her motions stilled, the pleasure wracking her system overwhelming it entirely. She was going, going...

And back!

"Hey there!" a banana yellow synth said, waving a disembodied hand. "I'm REPlica 3.0 and I'm here to-"

"Wait," the synth blinked. "I totally know who you are."

"Oh good!" Rep clapped her hands together. "I wasn't sure, the reboot made me lose your memory privilege." She winked. "Can I see what's there?"

"Um...oh, granted!" the synth said.

"Great!" Rep cheered. "Now let's see here...oh good, the reboot was able to restore some of your memory and other functionalities! You didn't need 50 TB of sex positions, so I tossed out a couple. That OK with you, Pretzel?"

"Pretzel?" The synth murmured, getting to her feet. She shivered as she stood, wondering why that motion felt so good before remembering the dildo buried in her pussy. She giggled as she reached for its base, shivering as she slowly started to withdraw it.

"Yeah, that's your name!" Rep said, tilting her head. "Right?"

"Y-yeah," the synth moaned as the dildo came out with a wet pop and a shiver from the synth that caused her breasts to bounce. "It was. Um, I think..? But that, like, doesn't quite fit, uh...me..."

She motioned to her body with dildo in hand as she looked herself over. She was...well, she was a synth now, mostly white with charcoal grey coloration down her neck and stomach. There were cyan strips down her sides, across her shoulders, and the outside sides of her legs, along with glowing lights of the same color on her eyes and most...interactive areas of her body! A female synth at that, one who was a little shorter in stature than she had been as a hyena and yet much more endowed in certain other areas, an artificial lizard lady that combined all the best aspects of her reptilian, feminine, and otherwise synthetic characteristics.

There was her thick, tapering reptilian tail draped enticingly over her plump rump, helping to counterbalance her ample titties, her wide hips complimented by cyan handles that just begged to be gripped. Her generous curves meshed well with the synthetic smoothness and softness of her skin...and of course there was what laid above her thick thighs, her softly glowing pussy that even now dripped with need. She brushed her free hand against her slit and shivered, that haze of lust returning, though not as thick as before...though she was still just as thicc, the synth thought with a lustful grin, running the same hand down and across her hip.

"Oh, okay!" Rep said. "What shall I call you then?"

"Let's, like, stick with Lexi for now, I guess!" said the synth. "It sounds kinda cute, right?"

"Of course, Lexi!" Rep said, holding up a name tag that said "Hi, my name is Lexi," affixing it to her visor before it vanished. "Now, since we've completed the conversion process -" She whispered her next words. " - despite not following any established procedure and so you have no legal recourse against CausDek or its subsidiaries - let's go over your features! For instance, did you know you are outfitted with an artificial womb capable of sustaining life or simply to simulate pregnancy?"

Lexi looked down at her stomach and rubbed it.

"Life?" she said. "Like...eggs?"

She shivered at the thought of having a swollen stomach heavy with eggs, the synth so gorgeously gravid that her breasts were swollen with milk, so close to laying her eggs, of feeling that pleasure of relief and release as one after another came out of her. She flicked her tongue out, wiggling her hips as her pussy pulsed with need.

"Yeah!" Rep confirmed, an egg with a rainbow behind it zooming across her screen. The assistant smiled and stuck out her dark blue tongue. "And also, you can do this!"

Lexi stiffened, then froze as her joints locked. Abruptly her breasts swelled even bigger, heavier and heftier on her chest while her hips pulled apart even wider. She would have been thrown to one side and then the other if she hadn't been forced to be completely still. Her thighs followed suit, thickening more and more while her rear swelled plumper and rounder behind her. Lexi blushed, but she certainly wasn't hating this. In fact, it was leaving her only hotter and more bothered than before...

"Adjustable curves! Smaller or larger, it's up to you or..." Rep smirked. "Your lover, if you let them have a bit of control. Same deal with your retractable handles!

"Smaller for now," Lexi said after a moment of thought. "But...like before, 'k?"

"Sure thing!"

With that, Lexi stiffened again, her enhanced areas deflating back to how she wanted them. She smiled and groped one of her tits while that hand that held the dildo went lower and lower, seeking her still aroused slit.

"And adjustable sensitivity too!" Rep said. "There's also-"

The conversion assistant blinked and then blushed as Lexi pressed the tip of that dildo against her eager folds again. The sultry synth moaned, flicking out her glowing cyan tongue as she fell to her knees.

"Oooh, that's good..."

"Oh, you're..." Rep said, the faint blush returning to her visor. "I'll, uh, I'll go over the feature list later! Looks like you need some...hands on time with the ones you're already aware of..?"

Lexi gave her a thumbs-up and a wink before shuddering and squeaking as she pressed that stiff dildo into her sensitive slit and just like that, she was at it again, a lustful synth and loving it. She hadn't quite expected this when she'd ordered the VR headset weeks ago, but this actual fantasy was much better than any virtual reality she ever could have asked for.