“I’m sure you’re already looking forward to my new experiment!” Sarah announced cheerfully as she walked into the lab where Wendy was already on the bed, squirming nervously as she couldn’t possibly imagine what her former assistant could have had in mind. “Can’t wait, huh? I can see it on your face~”


“I-I just hope it won’t hurt… Haha…” Wendy tried to keep optimistic, but with little success. Sarah had been getting way too “imaginative” with her experiments, pushing the moth way beyond what she experienced when the roles were switched.


“Hurt? When did I ever hurt you??” The assistant- turned mad scientist stared at Wendy with wide eyes, almost as if she didn’t want to believe her ears. “Well, aside from the… Sexual stuff we do once in a while where you… Give questionable consent… I don’t really know where you could be getting those ideas from!”


“Just tell me what we’re about to do already!” The moth shook her head, annoyed and relieved at the same time by her new master’s obliviousness. “The only thing torturing me right now is… Uh… Curiosity.”


“Well, you don’t have to wait any longer, dear Wendy!” A cheeky, almost evilly crazy smile spanned across the dark-haired girl’s face as she stepped behind the door for a moment, only to return pushing a tall structure in front of her, with a big, white sheet on top of it to conceal what it really was. After waiting a little bit and letting the tied-up, helpless moth make a couple of incorrect guesses, she finally lifted the veil from her newest, proudest invention: In front of them stood a lifesized robot version of Wendy, complete with artificial fur and an eerie attention to detail in almost every part of her carefully crafted body.


“Ta-da!” The girl smiled proudly, although Wendy herself was not too impressed; even though she was quite amazed by the level of detail that went into aping her exact anatomy, her fur and even her tiniest facial features, a feeling of uncanniness made her wish this thing never saw the light of day. The fur, albeit accurately colored and trimmed, felt fake and artificial because of the material, and the look in the robot’s eyes was one of emptiness, as if she was staring into a mirror whose reflection didn’t move along with her.


“Woooow!!! Thaat issss…. Sooooo amazing!” The moth tried to force a smile upon her face to show her “enthusiasm” for the creepy creation, but in reality, she couldn’t wait for it to be finally taken away.


“I know, right? I made it just for you! I hope you think it will be a nice host for your consciousness while I have some fun in your biological body!” Sarah winked, wheeling the robot into the room on the little transportable stand that it stood on.


“The what??” Wendy’s jaw fell as soon as she heard those words, unsure if she could trust her own senses. “What did you just say??”


“That’s right, you’re not imagining things!” Sarah smiled, walking behind the chair to which her test subject was secured. She took out one of the helmets and showed it to the moth girl. “See this helmet? The one you made? Well, I’ve made some modifications to it… I’m pretty sure you’ve been trying to do this WELL before me so uh… You’re welcome, I guess?”


“Excuse me???” Wendy struggled against her bonds, panicking upon realizing there was nothing she could do to escape this fucked up experiment. Having her mind transported into that creepy robot and letting this evil soul play with her body? At this point, she didn’t know if she was more afraid of the experiment going well, or failing in some spectacular way. All of her previous experiments only involved the body and the mind; messing with the soul seemed to be a whole new pandora’s box to be opened, and she definitely didn’t want the crazy, short-tempered Sarah to be the one opening that box. “I’m sure we could talk about this… I don’t think you know what you’re doing!!”


The words “I don’t think you know what you’re doing” served exactly the opposite effect in the egoistical, crazed Sarah than the moth intended. After all, she performed the best and did the most daring things when her skills and capabilities were brought into question, so from that point on, there was no question that she would go on with her experiment. Trying to mask her rage ignited by the comment with a fake, transparent smile, Sarah pushed the helmet tight onto her test subject’s head, securing it with the updated straps to make sure there was no way in hell the moth could have shaken it off no matter how she tried.


“Oh, sweet Wendy… Trust me, I know EXACTLY what I’m doing!” She laughed, running over to the control panel and starting to mash buttons chaotically. “You still think you’re better than me, don’t you? You still think you’re the big boss, the scientist, the one who deserves the Nobel prize! Well, it’s about time you learned some discipline, moth girl~”


“NO!” Wendy tried to yell and beg her captor to stop, but it was already too late. It felt like the world’s strongest vacuum cleaner was stuck straight on her head from above as a sense of vacuum made her feel lightheaded and nauseous. Besides the barrage of uncomfortable sensations however, something else began to take over her too: the little bullet vibrator planted in her butt started buzzing, and the electro nodes on her breasts started to simulate a gentle, yet overwhelmingly pleasurable stimulation.


“D-don’t… Ahhh… Do this…” She moaned out, extending her legs and flexing her muscles as her cock began to twitch and leak with precum, her mind spinning and completely disoriented, unable to focus on anything anymore. Butterflies were flying around in her stomach and her eyes teared up, all the while she was inching closer and closer to an orgasm.


Unfortunately for her though, she would never actually reach that orgasm. The feeling of vacuum generated by the headpiece started getting stronger and even more overwhelming, as if it was literally trying to suck her brain through her skull. She grabbed tightly onto the armrests of her chair, but holding onto physical objects wasn’t going to stop this force. After a few seconds of agonizing and overwhelming sensations, her mind finally went blank; her mind suddenly separated from her body, and she floated quietly in what felt like a sensory deprivation chamber.


Her stress and anxiousness were finally gone for a few seconds, and it felt like nothing mattered at all. Was this what it felt like to die? She felt like she could have floated in this sea for eternity, but suddenly, she began to feel the vacuum sucking her up again, and despite her wiggling and fighting to stay where she was, her eyes suddenly sprung up, nearly blinded by the strong lights of the lab after the pitch black darkness that she had already become accustomed to.


Wendy was violently pulled back into realit. She tried to gasp for air, but was, for whatever reason, unable to… Like her lungs were gone all of a sudden! Her vision felt like a camera recording everything in 1080p and 24 frames a second… Wait… Did the experiment actually work?? She was placed on the exact same stand that she saw Sarah push the robot into the room upon, and she could see the chair in front of her, and to her shock, her own body lying in it motionlessly. Terrified of her predicament, Wendy suddenly began to try to take the robot apart to free herself from inside of it… But that served her no good. She wasn’t physically inside the machine; it was only her consciousness that was translated into ones and zeros and placed onto a circuit of electronics. There was no way she could escape this prison on her own by sheer force.


“Well hi there!” Sarah’s voice sounded kind of low quality and “canned” through the low-quality microphones that robo Wendy’s ears were equipped with. “Isn’t it nice to finally be in your new body? I bet it’ll be even nicer when I can occupy your old one!”


Wendy wanted to protest, but one thing her new body hadn’t been equipped with were speakers. So she could only shake her head as fast as the servos allowed her to, trying to get to the control panel to reverse the transfer herself, although it was still incredibly hard to move, let alone walk with her new, mechanical muscles. Needless to say, Sarah could easily stop her in her tracks and push her right back to where she was, now being unfairly stronger and more agile than the sluggish, awkward movement system of the robot.


“Now, for the real fun part!” The girl exclaimed with a crazy look in her eyes as she put on the second helmet and took a deep breath, preparing for her soul to leave her body for the first time in her life. She grabbed a vibrator from next to the control panel where she’d already left it and got into the comfortable control chair, leaning back and trying to relax despite obviously being hyper-stimulated.


She knew that the transfer could only take place if she was in a state of pleasure, just like Wendy was a few seconds prior, but the equipment that got the moth girl over the edge was already occupied by the vacant body. Sarah put the vibrator on her pussy and tried to grind against it, closing her eyes and trying to immerse herself in the moment as much as she could… To little avail.


Frustrated and impatient, she turned to the mechanical Wendy, who still appeared to be in a state of crisis as she tried to figure out the workings of her new body. “Hey, assistant! Come here and help me get off!” She commanded harshly, as if she was talking to a servant of some sort.


The robot moth girl looked at her maker with a cynical expression in her eyes, before slowly turning back to examine her body. After all, why would she HAVE to abide by the wishes of the master now, that she wasn’t tied up and helpless under her hands?


“Argh… Super user password: 12345. Now come here and help me cum!” She commanded, and suddenly, the robot seemed to be all the more eager to help. She couldn’t explain why, but Wendy couldn’t bear to resist the command after her master entered the password. Although she wasn’t tied up or forced in any physical way to help, her free will was still very much limited to only the things that the evil mastermind permitted her to do.


Now completely unable to resist, robot Wendy walked over to her master with a blank, judging expression on her face as if she was trying to say “really? Is this what this had to come to?” But of course, there was no way for her to offend the one who owned her. She took out her mechanical cock, which had already grown large and erect automatically, and started enticingly rubbing it up and down. Of course, she didn’t feel any sexual pleasure for it; there weren’t any “pleasure sensors” embedded into her body, as Sarah didn’t find it necessary that the moth should enjoy the transition as much as she did. Still, the robot seemed more than eager to insert the cock inside of her master, and did so immediately after Sarah had opened her legs and leaned back to grant easy access.


The dark-haired girl grabbed onto the robot moth’s wrists and kept a creepy, uncomfortably long eye contact with a devious smile on her face as the two went to town. Sarah was clearly enjoying this: her eyes rolled back a few times, and her mouth hung open in an ecstatic manner as she imagined that the real Wendy was fucking her. That was something she couldn’t yet achieve, as she hadn’t found a way to control somebody’s mind, but this mind transfer was the next best thing she could do, and she couldn’t wait to finally experience the soft fluffiness of the moth’s body.


As her pleasure increased with each heavy thrust inside of her from the robot cock, she felt the same vacuum-like feeling from the headpiece as Wendy did when she was being transferred. There wasn’t much to go; she was slowly nearing the body of her dreams. “Faster!” She yelled out at the robot whose motors sped up in response, letting out quiet robotic creaks as the cock pumped in and out and the hips moved back and forth. Sarah took a deep breath as she felt it coming. She closed her eyes and focused all of her attention on the pleasure… And in just a few seconds, it was finally done.


The transfer happened just before Sarah could reach an orgasm. She was transported much more quickly and violently than the moth, immediately waking up in her body after losing consciousness in her old one. Amazed at how well the technology worked and marveling at her new, soft body, she jumped out of the chair to try it out. It was almost impossible to believe that it had worked, but the empty chair behind her and the fluff covering her entire body now was enough evidence to finally set it in her… And of course, the best part: There was now a big penis hanging between her legs! A real penis made of flesh and blood, and extremely sensitive to her eager rubs as she tried to get used to the wonderful feelings of her new, long-awaited body part.


Only after messing around with her newly acquired penis, pulling down the foreskin and playing around with her white furry balls, did she realize that robo-Wendy was still happily banging the limp, empty body that ordered her to bring her to an orgasm. She rushed over and forcefully separated the machine from her old body, cursing at her loudly in the process. Although she much preferred to hang out in the moth’s body, she didn’t want anything to happen to her old one.


“Stop that! Bad robot! Super user password… Ah, damn it, what was the password?” She panicked, realizing that now that she was in the new body, the robot didn’t follow her orders. “Argh… Maybe it’d be for the best if I put you in MY old body… Heh… That would be fun!”


Shoving the robot in the corner to hopefully slow her down from going back and continuing to fuck the unconscious Sarah, the scientist rushed to the control panel and began a new transfer procedure. She took the helmet off herself and put it on the head of the machine, praying that the transfer would work, and pressed the button. Sparks flew everywhere as the robot Wendy tried to remove the helmet from her head unsuccessfully, making Sarah back away, fearing for her life. It was quite a spectacular sight, to say the least… But finally, after seconds of dramatic flashing and buzzing, Sarah’s old body gasped up and looked around, with terrible distress on her face.


“W-what the hell is going on?” Wendy asked, examining her new body. She was clearly less thrilled about the mind transfer than her former assistant was, feeling strangely weak and naked in the small and hairless body of Sarah. “You… You put me right back in there! In my own body! The real one, not that weird robot. I want it back!”


“See how much better the moth body is?” Sarah laughed, easily reaching up to the ceiling now that she was taller and taking off the milking machine that was fixed there. “So can you really blame me~? Don’t worry though, I’ll give it back when I’m done playing with it. I can’t… Really give an accurate timeframe for that though~”


“Well, how about now??” Wendy cried out angrily, paralyzed by her helplessness as she knew she wouldn’t be able to redo the transfer without the help of the person who designed it in the first place; the only one who truly knew how it worked.


“Oh, but I need to try this milking machine first!” Sarah giggled, grabbing the cock awkwardly- as she wasn’t used to handling a penis yet- and pulling the suction cup of the milker onto it before turning it on. The vacuum instantly sent off fireworks in her mind; if only she could achieve this level of pleasure with her original organs! She watched the penis with amazement as the veins bulged out on it and it began to spew thick, slimy precum out of its tip generously. Having a penis was so much better than she had anticipated… And her expectations were anything but low in the first place.


“That’s… That’s not even how that works! You’re using it incorrectly!” Wendy continued to fume and whine while Sarah sat back down on the chair and slowly immersed herself in the pleasure with a smug, ignorant smile on her face.


Oh, how nice it was to finally have a penis! It felt so much better than the simulated version she used to dominate Wendy in her own creation. This was actually real, wet and warm to the touch as she continued stroking around her crotch area while the milker slowly brought her closer and closer to cumming. Lost in her pleasure, she began to hear less and less of the annoying demands of her enslaved former employer, knowing full well she wouldn’t do anything to her physically anyway… Why would she want to hit her own body? The panicked Wendy could only watch in horror and disgust as her own body was taken from her, stripped of all dignity, but pleasured in the most intense way… And yet, she wasn’t the one feeling that pleasure.