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Scrapping. It sounded more exciting than it really was, but at least it was a decent side gig for Casey and his crew. And by crew he meant his two mates Marshall and Riley. Scrapping gave them something better and more profitable to do than play purposeless games or doodle aimlessly in their offtime.

At least that's how Casey saw it.

"Come on, man," Marshall groaned. "We're not going to find anything here."

He motioned to here - that is the large room full of cabinets cluttered with technological knick knacks that ranged from odd to unexciting.

"Of course we are!" Casey said, stepping in with a grin that matched the enthusiasm of his speed. "There's always something in these old 'Dek facs."

"That's what you said the last three times," Marshall whinged.

"It's true," Riley said with a shrug.

"Fine," Casey said. "But...this time is different. See-" he reached for the nearest shelf and picked up the first thing he touched. "I've already found."

"Expired batteries," Marshall chuckled, snatching it from Casey. "Congrats."

He tossed it to the floor, but walked towards another cabinet despite his persistent frown. Casey smiled as his friend rummaged through the bottom shelf.

"See, you're already excited!" Casey said.

"Maybe I just want to prove you wrong," Marshall murmured. "We're not scrapping anything."

"That's the spirit!" Casey grinned. "Come on, Riley, aren't you going to get in on this?"

"Guess we're really doing this," Riley said, then shrugged. "Cool."

"Yeah, scrapping! We're gonna find so much!"

Casey's enthusiasm lasted him all of thirty minutes. High hopes, it turned out, didn't mean good finds, as the man quickly scoured shelf after shelf and came up empty handed save for an aged floppy that might fetch a couple bucks and a few bits of scrap metal. Nothing cool, and surely nothing valuable. He tried to encourage his pals, but mostly himself, with words of encouragement and exclamation at every "find," but false passion only went so far. It wasn't long before his words felt hollow even to him.

"Sure you don't want to pack it up yet, man?" Marshall called, distant. They had separated in their search. There had been no reason to regroup yet given the quality of their finds.

"Not yet, not yet," Casey murmured more to himself. "There has to be something, anything."

He blinked. There it was, resting on the middle shelf before him. He stooped down and snatched it. At first he thought it was an oddly shaped black, shiny opaque piece of moulded plastic but then he recognized it for what it was - a display visor, or at least part of one. Surely, this was worth something. Excitedly he turned it over in his hands before seeing that there was some small white writing on the underside. He lifted the visor above his head and peered at the writing, bringing the black visor closer and closer to his head as he struggled to read the words.

"Huh," he shouted. Separated from the others by rows upon rows of the cluttered cabinets, he had to yell to be heard. "Check this out - an old display visor!"

"Wonderful," Marshall said, his dry voice barely audible.

"Hey, it's cool! 'S-1 model prototype, not for production, or public release...'" he read. The man blinked, the visor inches from his face. "Wonder why..."

Casey meant to put the visor down or at least move closer towards one of his pals to give them a look, but instead the device came down, adhering to his head. He hadn't even been conscious of the movement, but now the visor was stuck to his face and his vision was black.

"Hey!" he shouted, or tried to shout. "What the fucmmmh..."

Panic preceded an odd calmness as a wave of chillness rushed from the visor and engulfed his body. He shivered and then stumbled back, one hand on the visor as he tried to tug it off in vain. It was firmly fastened to his head somehow. He grunted and grit his teeth, right before he was hit with the odd sensation of his mouth stretching forward, as it melded, no, molded itself to fit the saurial shape of what was now the top of his head, the visor.

"Bro, are you alright?" he heard Riley distantly call.

Casey held up the hand not trying to pull off the visor - his visor - in an attempt to show...what, that everything was ok? But no, things were a little odd and getting odd, that reassuring hand of his cramping and aching balling into a fist as five fingers melded into three thicker digits. Then Casey really felt odd, that soothing cold that suffused his flesh abruptly heating up. He would've panted if he could, but his mouth was unresponsive, still settling into the beige underside of his increasingly reptilian head. Instead he settled on stepping forward, toes aching and flexing as they reconfigured somewhat similarly to his hands. Two thick beige saurian toes burst from the front confines of his shoes while a smaller rear claw pressed out from the back as his heels thinned and lifted, completing its configuration.

While Casey could feel all of this happening, feel that overwhelming warmth gradually replace his flesh, soft skin and hair, with much more durable and yet still soft synthetic plating, feel as he now three toed feet awkwardly shuffled off the remnants of his shoes, feel as something started to slither from just above his rear, he couldn't see. All that existed in his vision was the black visor, that dark screen that was now part of his head now and making itself more at home as two brown antennae like horns slid out from its side, segmented plating sliding down his lengthening, thickening neck. His hand with its thick three fingers pulled purposelessly at the visor as Casey tried to come to term with what was happening. And what was happening? He couldn't know, he couldn't see!

Then Casey could see again, or at least something as a green, thin lined hourglass appeared in his vision. Shocked, the changing man stepped forward and nearly fell over altogether, wobbling on legs that thinned and yet strengthened as the segmented brown and beige plates swept up them.

"Wha-?" he exclaimed, but the voice that came out of his altered synthetic saurian maw wasn't his. It was higher and lighter, feminine even, with a slight artificial rasp at the end.

System processing, was the text that appeared under the hourglass as it rotated over. Adjustments in effect.

"Adjustments?" Casey screeched.

"You okay, man?" someone asked.

Casey turned towards the source of the voice, but he still couldn't see! Well, no, that wasn't quite true. He could just make out things beyond the hourglass, but it was like viewing life with a watermark in front of everything, and all he could see was some shelf! Annoyed, Casey quickly spun around and felt...well, it wasn't quite vertigo, but something close enough as his still adjusting legs shook. In addition, something wiggled behind him, something that was his, a thin limb that stretched out longer and thicker with every passing moment. What was it? He'd have to worry about that later, grabbing the shelf for support as he shook, whimpering slightly as he heard something audibly rip and tear. He hoped that wasn't him...

But no, it wasn't. He could feel what was tearing and it was his jeans, the blue faded fabric stretching as his thighs thickened before his eyes, the torn cloth revealing more and more of his soft, segmented, and synthetic plated skin. He gasped in that oddly feminine and synthetic voice, then gasped again as his hips pulled apart, wrenching him from one side then to the other. The expansion of his hips was so sudden and extreme that the crotch of his jeans simply blew out. He glanced down and saw his boxers had suffered the same fate, their sacrifice in his service only acknowledged for a moment before he saw the state of his crotch.

"H-hey!" he yelped at the sight. He had a moment before what remained of his masculinity was swept away by the spread of synthetic segmented plates, leaving him with a bare groin. Then a new orifice emerged from his crotch with a pleasure so sudden and surprising that he couldn't help but rub his soft, squishy thick thighs together as what was fleetingly bare smoothness shaped itself into the green tinted folds of a very feminine looking opening. Casey shivered, long green tongue sliding out of her reptilian maw as that passage tunneled and deepened before she froze, realizing what had just happened. He...she had a pussy now. A green lipped, sensitive slit that looked so inviting that she nearly teased her new opening with the thick digits of her three fingered hand before she realized what she was doing. And why was she thinking like...like that? She...she...

"Agh!" Casey squealed and this time she really did sound like a woman. A sultry, synthetic reptilian woman, but a woman all the same. The visor had done all this? And it wasn't done yet, if the rotating hourglass on his visor meant anything, and she was sure it did.

Any wondering of what might happen next was answered as she felt a new pressure in the back of her pants. Now actually able to get to her feet, Casey pushed herself off the shelf and stood, tottering slightly too and fro. Vaguely she was aware of the fact that she now stood on her toes rather than them and her heels, but she was more concerned with how much her hips swayed from such a simple movement or how her thick thighs couldn't help but rub together. She groaned and forced herself to look away from her curvaceous legs and the slit nestled between them, instead looking over her shoulder - and gaped, not only because her butt was filling out, visibly swelling in the confines of the tattered remnants of her jeans, but because she had...well, she had a tail. A segmented appendage brown on top and beige on the underside that swayed from side to side, thick and still thickening as its tapered end wiggled almost teasingly.

"Casey, where are you at, man?"

Casey snarled, not really registering that someone was calling out to her as she caught the tip of her tail. Or tried to, the limb eluding her grasp as she sought it, her thicker fingers still feeling clumsy. A tail! Why did she have a tail? A big, thick heavy tail that would serve as the perfect counterweight to her tits. Tits? Why was she thinking about...Casey shook her head, and her eyes caught sight of her rear. She had a big butt. A fat ass that was perfectly complemented by her thick tail, she had to admit, brushing away the remnants of her jeans before she gave one of her cheeks a squeeze. She shivered and gasped, a rush of heat sparking at her crotch, in her slit, in her pussy.

What the fuck was going on? She shouldn't have a pussy or a tail or even think of owning either. And yet here she was, with her nipples stiffening and pressing against her shirt as her waist thinned, the nanites re-sculpting her form closer and closer to how the S-1 model prototype was meant to look...

"Wait, what?" Casey murmured in that new feminine voice of hers. How did she know that? Well, nanites did make sense, but what was that about S-1 model and -

Nipples?

Casey glanced down. Though her vision was mostly blocked by that obnoxious hourglass, at least she could still see that her glowing green nipples pressed prominently against her shirt. At least? No, that hourglass could get out of here as far as she was concerned!

And it did. Command registered, was what she read as the hourglass minimized itself to the upper right of her visor, allowing her the perfect view as soft rounded mass gathered behind her nipples and then pushed them forward and out.

Casey squealed, bringing her hands up to her chest as what could only be her breasts pressed from her chest, the cloth of her ratty t-shirt easily giving way from the swiftly swelling mounds. The touch of her hands upon her burgeoning breasts did nothing to dissuade their growth, and instead brought unexpected pleasure, the female synth moaning and knees buckling as pleasure blossomed and her nethers flared with arousal. Her tits, once only small little nubs, quickly grew to small spheres she could easily cup, fingers kneading the soft, synthetic boobs, before they refused to be contained any longer. They surged with growth, spilling over her hands and overflowing her palms then grew bigger still.

Casey moaned, one hand moving to pull off the remnants of her torn shirt while the other dropped to tease at her slit. Who knew growing tits could be so hot? Casey's long green tongue lolled out of her mouth as she panted, head tilted down so she could see how her breasts grew bigger, rounder, and certainly heavier. She pressed a finger against his sensitive slit and then pulled away, visor flushing with green embarrassment as she instead tried cupping her breasts again, but they were too big for that now. Had been too big for a while now and yet they were still getting bigger even as she pressed and squeezed them together, sometimes giving one of her nipples a pinch too. How much bigger were they going to get? They were already big and heavy, the perfect set of tits for a busty, curvaceous synth as S-1 was meant to be. Just a little more and they would be up to spec. Just a little more and -

"Casey?"

Casey squeaked and turned towards the source of the voice, her friend Marshall, a man, a human, definitely not a thick thighed, big breasted, wide hipped naked female reptilian synth with all of her stuff on show as Casey currently was. Casey squeaked again, covering up her breasts with one arm (but failing to conceal her glowing green nipples) while her free hand concealed her crotch. Those green blush lines appeared on Casey's visor along with lines that resembled reptilian slitted eyes with a line above them to allow more evocative expressions. The hourglass, annoyingly, was still there.

"Y-yeah?" Casey said.

"Oh, damn!" Marshall said, looking over the synth. "That really is you. I heard rumors but... I mean, I saw something...I mean you, taking off what looked like your clothes as well..." The man smiled as he stared pointedly at her chest. "Damn dude, nice tits!"

Casey snarled and put her hands on her hips, breasts jiggling as she loomed over Marshall. Damn, had she gotten a little taller too? She only had a moment to appreciate this before she realized Marshall was still ogling her chest.

"Hey!" Casey yelled, glancing away from Marshall and towards...the shelf? She smiled as she saw a row of familiar visors resting upon it. She snatched one up and held it towards her friend. "Don't make me come over there..."

She stepped towards Marshall and then stopped. Something flashed on her visor.

Final stage initiated.

Casey paused. What did that mean? Why was the hourglass gone? No, not gone...replaced by an egg.

The man turned synth soon received her answer as she heard a gurgle. She glanced down at her stomach. The egg display read x1 but a moment later it read x2, then x3 as there was another gurgle followed by a blossoming of warmth within her stomach. Casey gasped as she saw her once smooth stomach was beginning to swell, but not quite how her breasts had. Sure, her belly was becoming rounder, but it was becoming firmer too. Stretched.

"Dude, what's going on?" Riley asked as he appeared behind Marshall.

"Not sure, exactly," Marshall replied, while Casey sank to her knees.

x4, x5, x6...

"But it looks like Casey turned into a hot synth chick!"

"S-shut up!" Casey mumbled, the blush lines appearing again, but her attention wasn't focused on her friends, but her belly. She didn't look fat, she looked like she was showing, like she was-

x7, x9, x11, 14...

"H-hey!" Casey shrieked, the dramatic increase in eggs felt as her belly creaked and expanded. It felt heavier than her tits now, and those were huge! "You can't-"

x17, x19, x22

Pregnant. Or was it eggnant? Gravid? All these words and more rushed through Casey's mind, but the only thing she could truly focus on was how her belly was getting heavier, heftier, rounder, more, and more filled with eggs. Worse, her breasts were getting a little bigger now too, swelling softly as they filled with milk. They feel stiff and sore and yet without even any stimulation, the white liquid began to leak from Casey's stiff green nipples, dripping onto the shelf of her belly her breasts now rested on. Casey groaned, spreading her legs apart as her belly continued to swell.

"Zamn!" Riley exclaimed. "But what's happening with her, er, him now?"

x24, x28, x32

"IDK, man," Marshall said. "Eggs or something?"

Casey huffed, but she wasn't sure what to say. She was just grateful she had those wide, eggbearing hips and that thick tail that could help with all the gravid weight she was currently handling. Wait, wait, wait - she wouldn't even have the eggs in the first place if it weren't for those. She shook his head and settled a bit more into her kneeling pose, one hand wrapped around her heavy, gravid stomach while the other tightly gripped the other visor. She was so heavy and huge now, more than a little pregnant. She looked far past due for any pregnant woman she'd ever seen; then again, how many pregnant synths had she been privy to? How many more eggs could there be?

x33, x34, x35...

The slowing down of egg production was almost worse. Casey huffed, each new single egg somehow feeling heavier and bigger than the addition of three or four. She huffed again, her belly swelling out before her, bigger, heavier, tauter. Were her tits getting bigger too? Though she knew he no longer needed to breathe, something felt calming about the action. Or was it the sound? It hardly mattered. She just wanted the swelling to stop. Fuck, she was huge! Was the display right? Maybe there was a glitch and she was carrying more eggs than that...

x36, x37, x38...

"Need some help, Casey?" Marshall sneered. "I could hold those tits for you. They look awfully heavy, dude."

Casey almost snapped back but a better idea entered her head.

"Y-yeah," she stuttered. "Actually, I think I need both your help. Mind milking them?"

Riley's eyes widened and Marshall nodded.

x39, x40...conversion complete.

"Hell yeah, dude!" Marshall said, dragging Riley along. "That's all you had to say!"

Casey couldn't help but smile as her friends advanced upon her. Though heavily gravid and still a little unused to her new form, they certainly weren't expecting her to stand when they reached her. Despite her egg weight and the milk dribbling distracting from her breasts, Casey managed to stand, powerful thick tail keeping her upright, and then snatch one more of the visors from the shelf before pressing them into her friends' faces. They fell back with a mirrored yelp and then shivered in sync as the nanites went to work, their forms already swelling and shifting into the new curves and reptilian attributes that would define their feminine, synthetic shapes.

Stumbling back and easing herself back down again, Casey idly wondered how her friends might turn out. Just like her? She doubted it, given one of the visors had the letter-number combination N-1 and the other V-1, but somehow she suspected they might end up just as eggnant as her...or maybe even more. Casey smiled as she cradled her heavy belly before she brought one hand to tweak a leaking nipple. As she watched her friends continue to shift into their curvy, saurian synthetic forms, a giggle escaped Marshall's snout as he cupped his growing boobs while Riley held his tail feathered with glowing hardlight plumage in disbelief, she couldn't help but deepen her smile even as she blushed. Scrapping together sure was fun. She rubbed her belly. How would laying eggs together afterwards be...?