[b][u][center]Doll Couples For Technophile34 By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!” The scream echoed through the little dungeon that Lucas and Cynthia had set up, with Lucas being the one screaming. And for good reason. His girlfriend had just torn off his chest plate, and it [i]hurt.[/i] “Aw, don’t you like it when I play with you?” his girlfriend whispered in her teasing way. “I like…mmph…I like staying in…one piece…” Not that it was impossible for them to change. Being dolls, they were more modular than many other people, with their mechanical and articulated parts. The different ball joints that pulled their pieces together and attached to their central frame were fairly interchangeable, after all, and it was only the chest and core that tended to remain inviolate. Of course, even that was possible to change, as Cynthia had just proven. Still panting and grunting from the discomfort of having the upper part of his torso yanked free, Lucas looked down at himself. The Lucario doll was definitely not doing well. His chest was sparking, several loose wires trying to reestablish connection to anything that they could reach, and the hole in his frame, while natural, was still not pleasant to look at. No doll should be forced to look at the parts inside of them. Grunting, he shook his head. He would get his turn to flip the tables on her, eventually. Even with the modifications that she had in mind for his toned body. Even bound up with his arms behind his back and his legs forcefully spread with various strong wires, he would be able to get out, eventually. He looked up, glaring at his girlfriend with a small, forced smile. The blonde-haired doll was obviously grinning back, her human appearance broken up by a few little ball joints along her elbows and shoulders, making her construction as obvious as his. Her body was far more curvy than his, obviously, with tons of silicone in her buttocks, hips, and chest, but she still had the mechanical signs that he did. Cynthia leaned in, dangling her fingers over his sparking wires. He groaned, biting his lips every time that she teased one and made it spark, reminding him of just how helpless he was until he got out of the bindings. “Mm, you’re going to look so much better as a female.” “Big talk…never gonna manage it.” “Oh, I think I will. You’re going to rock these new breastplates.” She turned, pulling a small rolling tray over to him. There were four different types of breasts there, each a different size, each one with a different sort of ‘nipple’ point. They had to have been salvaged from other dolls, considering the rough look around the edges, as well as the bare points of the wires at the end. He watched her walk up and down the line of them, shaking his head as he looked at each one. He half-hoped that she’d go for the flat-chested one, thinking maybe she would keep him the same as he had been, but no. That was the first option to be chucked away. [i]Damn, she really is taking this as far as she can…[/i] “Heh, what’s the matter?” he said, smirking. “Not satisfied with your own boobs, so you gotta give me a better pair to play with?” “Oh, you think that it’s going to be easy having boobs?” she asked. “Can’t be harder than dealing with a brat like you.” “Oh, just for that…” She picked the largest pair from the table, one that had to be bigger than his head. They were downright ridiculous looking hanging on their own, and even his muscular frame would barely be able to carry a pair of knockers like that. He wondered if he needed to do a better job with watching his mouth. The human doll carried it over to him, holding it up to his chest like another might have held up a new shirt or a jacket for fitting. The breasts were massive, and he could already run the calculations of the new center of balance he’d have to take in order to stay upright. It wasn’t going to be fun. “Heh, looks like it’ll fit you perfectly,” she said. “Fit? I don’t think that’ll so much as suit me.” “Well, you’ll have to suit it, then. And these…” She reached down to his cock and balls, tweaking them by giving the head a gentle flick. “These will not suit your new breasts at all.” That had been part of her plan from the start, he was sure. Lucas had seen the way that Cynthia kept looking at all the other girl dolls, and he was sure that her preferences had an effect on her decision to do this sort of thing. That said, he was half-hoping that she was just kidding around. No chance of that. Not now. He groaned as she worked one hand up and down his cock, the palm of her hand so soft and gentle while the knuckles of the various digits clicked and clacked as she shifted her hand around. She used her other hand to start working along the base of his cock, and he could feel her undoing various little clasps and ties that kept his package attached to him. [i]Mmmph…not so…not so fast…give me…give me an…orgasm at least…[/i] For all the trauma of having his chestplate removed, he didn’t feel that much pain from it. He didn’t feel that much pain from anything save for when it was happening, and even that was a little distanced from reality. He groaned as he felt her working her fingers into gaps beneath his balls, finding the loose parts in the crotch plate. All the while, her fingers were dancing along his cock, teasing it, making him throb all the harder. He was oozing more and more fluid down there, unscented, but strong and thick and slimy, running down along her hand and his shaft. He bucked his hips forward, trying to get more of what he needed. “Ah ah, who said that you could fuck my fingers?” “Who said that you – mmph – had to take my dick?” “I did,” Cynthia said, smirking. “And I’m just about to.” And he was already so worked up, too. He groaned, thrusting a bit harder, trying to get that little bit more stimulation to get over the edge. His blue-furred balls and his thick black cock were just about on the edge, dripping, throbbing, dancing even for the pleasurable release that was just about there. And then – Click. He felt his cock and balls suddenly drop, barely connected by a few wires to his crotch. His eyes rolled back in their sockets, a few binary lines running along his vision before it cleared. [i]Fuck…fuck…god fucking damn…[/i] It was not painful so much as it was disturbing, feeling a part so far away from him that should have been part of him. He could feel it dangling, feel his erection turning, nudging one ankle and then the other as it swayed down near the floor. It didn’t get much better as Cynthia knelt down and picked it back up, her movements as precise as any doll’s would be, no wasted motion and stopping just that little bit too suddenly. She pulled it away from him, setting it down on a nearby tray. He stared at his cock and balls, hardly believing that they were so detached from him now, but having the evidence right there. The crotch-plate supported them, making them look more like a dildo than anything else. “Mmm, look at how nice they look. I might just keep them as a trophy,” Cynthia said. “Mmmph, you…at least let me get off before you take them away.” “Why should I?” “Because I can do so much worse to you when I get free.” He tried to sound as intimidating as possible, because god knew that he didn’t look it. His crotch was completely bare, his cock and balls pulled out by several wires to that table. The feed tubes for the genital fluid were spliced off, the openings running hard down his legs, leaving him looking more like a female than ever as they soaked his thighs and ran down to his feet. He groaned every time that he felt another particularly large drop run along his legs, and tried his best to ignore the way that it was pooling beneath his feet. The sensation was impossible to completely ignore, though, particularly as he felt the spasms that the sparks in his chest and his crotch were starting to cause. The electricity was leaping from one part of his body to another, making little twitches and flails begin, his body responding to commands that were wild and not quite right. As his legs tapped and kicked against the bindings, Cynthia walked back up to him. She trailed her fingers along the openings that she’d made, almost like she was considering something. He hoped that it was something more useful than just slapping on the new plates. “You know, I think that you need more done if you’re going to properly imitate a female.” “Mmmph…you’re being unfair.” “Life’s unfair, my dear. You should have been made with a pussy like mine. Instead, I have to give you femininity. And that voice…ugh.” “What, you want to listen to a screech, like yours?” She gave him a slow glare, but he didn’t let his own little smirk fade away. If she wanted to turn him into something that he wasn’t, then she could learn to take a bit of teasing in return. After all, this was a two-way street. She turned away from him, running her hand over his still-connected cock, teasing it, keeping him right on the edge. The fluids running out of the shaft had stopped, but they were still slimy, still thick, still potent. She used them as lube, edging him at a distance, working him into a frenzy that had his hips bucking and sloshing his copious juices all over the place. “Mmm, still just a helpless male, aren’t you? Completely slaved to your cock and balls.” “Mmmph…you know we’re programmed that way…” “Doesn’t mean that you can’t be better…” She worked her hand down to his balls, giving them a squeeze that he felt on the other end of the wire line. His eyes rolled back in their sockets again, feeling that tense tightness that was only getting worse. It wasn’t quite painful, considering that the dolls weren’t equipped with nearly the level of pain sensors down there as biological beings were, but it was bad enough for him. She kept rubbing, squeezing, rubbing, squeezing for nearly a minute before pulling her hand back. His erection hadn’t died yet, and his balls felt positively blue with need. He moaned, shivering, panting, wanting to get off so bad. Cynthia looked his way, smirking again. “I think…” “Mmmph…” “I think that you need to learn…” “Oh god…” “Some self-control.” And with that, she brought her hand down. Hard. The wire that connected him to his cock and balls broke, the sparks flying for a few seconds before she grabbed it and ripped it right off of him. He nearly collapsed, and would have were it not for his bindings. All of a sudden, the pleasurable, if torturous, feeling of being on the edge of orgasm was no longer there. Or rather, it was, but it was no longer building or falling. It was static, held at that horrible spot where it was right on the edge, unable to progress, unable to build. It was like a loading bar, held firmly at the state of 99.9%, and unable to go any further. The system was frozen, the input unable to continue. Lucas growled, panting and growling and glaring all at once. Oh, this was far and away worse than what he had expected, but he should have realized that she was going to push him. She knew that she had him under her mercy at the moment, and he had no doubt that she wanted to see just how much of her luck she could push. She wanted to get him all sorts of worked up. Probably hoping that he’d be a helpless little girl doll by the end of it, but he wasn’t kidding. He planned on treating her to the same sort of treatment at the end of this, turning her into [i]his[/i] personal little doll. And if she didn’t like that, well, that was tough. He was stronger than her, and he was probably just a little bit smarter. Still… “Mmph…” “How’s it feel, hmm? How’s it feel to be completely bare down there?” He shivered. It was one step away from a Barbie, to have absolutely nothing down there. All it would take would be the right sort of plate, and he’d never get any sort of pleasure down there again. All it would take would be a flat plate rather than a pussy crotch-plate, and he’d be in denial for the rest of his life. And that, as much as he was enjoying the rest of this, was not where he wanted it to go. Cynthia walked right up to him, her chest almost pressing into the hole in his own torso. She leaned forward, running her fingers along his cheeks, teasing him with a bit of affection laced with her own dominance. “Mmmm, talk to me again?” “Cynthia…” “Oh, that voice.” She shook her head. “Still far too masculine. I need to fix that…and I have just the thing for it.” Rather than ripping her own chest plate open, she ran a finger just under the silicone boobs that she had. The human doll found the gap that she was looking for and withdrew one of her own wires, holding it to one of the sparking ones in his chest. Lucas’s spine went ram-rod straight as soon as he felt the jolt of connection. He had to suppress his own internal defenses, holding down the firewalls that were threatening to come up. Much as Cynthia was torturing him, this was part of the fun and he needed to be good about this. Well, mostly good. She reached up to his processor through their connection, and he felt her adjusting a few things. Something that he couldn’t quite see, but he could guess what was going to happen. “Cynthia, yo-u’re making m-e-e talk di-ff-ff-erent – oh god…” He could hear the modulations in his voice as they happened, the different tones coming out of his throat and through his lips. They got higher and higher until he sounded almost like some sort of squeaky toy rather than a male, or even a female. His cheeks burned at the humiliation. “Cynthia –” “Heh, I love the sound of your voice now. So much better. So much less annoying.” He rolled his eyes, only to feel her sending more sparks through the connection, more things happening. His mouth moved on its own, and he heard her voice and his at the same time, speaking in unison. “My name is Lucas, and I’m a good little girl.” “Stop it!” he said, blushing. “Mmmm,” he found himself moaning as Cynthia started playing with her breasts. “I can’t wait to be a big-boobed Lucario, doing everything that my mistress tells me to do.” He groaned, trying not to roll his eyes again at the way that she was making him debase himself. It was bad enough that he was ripped open the way that he was. It didn’t need to go even further. She was working him up, though, making him feel everything that she was. He could feel the phantom touch of hands on nipples and breasts that didn’t actually exist. His genital fluid pumps were still gushing on their own, pushing out goo into open space since his genitals weren’t there to actually channel them. He was standing in a puddle of it, and some of the fluid was splashing down into his legs, damaging some of his sensors down in the underside of his feet. He would have a hard time walking after this, that was for sure. It took almost a full minute of debasement and embarrassment for Cynthia to be done working with his voice, stepping away and disconnecting the wires. He was rather glad of that. The feeling of violation that came with her being connected like that – “NNNGH!” She grabbed hold of something more hardware-y inside of him, he wasn’t sure what. One of the circuit-boards, he thought, one of the things that the wires connected to. She was rubbing her articulated fingers against them, finding one of the wires – POP! “NNNNGH!” He was this close to yelping, this close to just falling down and panting from the sudden feeling of disconnect as the wire inside was moved. Lucas panted for air that he didn’t need, slumping down against the ties that held him upright. His fingers clenched into fists, and he lifted his head, slowly, staring at the human doll in front of him. She was manipulating the wires so that they touched to different parts of the circuit-board inside of him, probably setting something up so that it would react in a different way when she connected the boob plate to him. He groaned at the thought. Knowing her, she was making sure that his sensitivity was wired to the highest setting that she could manage. And that was not something that he looked forward to. As Cynthia got it all set up, she held up the boob plate. Even she struggled a bit with the weight, yet she grinned as she held it against his chest again. “Goodbye, Lucas, hello, Lucia.” She shoved it forward, and he felt the wires on his insides get jammed precisely into the wires on the plate. As Cynthia started to screw it in, he felt the connections being made, the sheer weight of his new silicone breasts hanging hard on his shoulders. He lurched forward for a second before his processor adjusted for the new weight, pulling back a bit more so that he wasn’t knocked right off his feet by them. His center of gravity adjusted…at least, somewhat. The various bits of fluid running down the insides of his legs made the sensors inside a bit wonky. But he was still in a better position than he had been, and that was something. That was something. Cynthia pushed him, forcing him to stand a bit straighter, making him look right at her. He gasped for breath as she rubbed his cheek, smiling at him. “Yes, much better.” “Mmmph…” Damn, he was still speaking higher. “You’re going to…to leave me like this, huh? You sure you want…you want to look at a mirror…of a better woman every day?” “Oh, I don’t know about a [i]better[/i] woman. After all…is a Barbie a better woman?” His eyes went wide. [i]She wouldn’t…[/i] Cynthia turned, grabbing something that she’d kept hidden behind the various breast plates that she’d wheeled into the room. She held it up, and he stared at it. It was a crotch-plate, alright, but it was one of the ones that the Barbies had. The lowest class of dolls, the Barbies were like him and Cynthia and all the other residents of Haven in that they were living, programmed companions, but… But they weren’t fitted with the same sort of equipment down there that they were. They were clean. They had the bumps and curves, but none of the bits. They were meant for those that would never actually interact with them sexually, and that… That meant that they were the lowest of the low, the ‘children’ that had to follow any orders that were given to them, the bottom of the totem pole and the ones that had the most to lose if they were ever uncovered as Barbies. It was a slur among them to call anyone that, particularly those that had the parts to prove that they weren’t one. “You weren’t going to put that on me.” “Oh, I think I am.” “You have a death wish or something?” “Heh, I think it’ll depend on how you take it.” That was…true, to some extent. The programming in his core was currently seething at the idea of being rendered nothing more than a Barbie, but at the same time, he knew that could be altered. Trauma affected programming, could shift it, push it off the rails. If Cynthia pushed him too much further, he could easily become the little obedient Barbie doll that she seemed to be pushing for him to become. At the same time… He glared at the plate, shaking his head. “If you don’t at least get me off…I swear…I’ll cave your head in as soon as I get out of this…” “Oh, do you really think you deserve one last orgasm?” “I think I deserve a hell of a lot more than that.” “Well, maybe…you have been such a good boy before…” She tapped her finger against her chin, thinking it through. He could see that she was trying to find some way to weasel out of it, or at least, make it more torturous than ever. And then, she grinned. [i]Crap.[/i] “I think I know just what we need to do…” The result was a byzantine maze of wires, but it meant that he was hooked up to her and she was hooked up to him. There were several electrical conductors between her pussy and his empty crotch, and this time, the phantom feelings were those of a pussy between his legs. It was so strange and foreign compared to the hard shaft that he was used to feeling down there, but at this point, pleasure was pleasure. He had to watch her, though, staring at her as she worked her fingers along her nether lips, rubbing them and teasing them to greater and greater heights of arousal. He groaned every time that her fingers rubbed against her opening, and panted every time that he felt them go inside her, and by proxy, into him. “Mmm, doesn’t having a pussy feel good?” she asked. “Mmph…yours feels good…but I already knew that…” And it did. It felt very, very good, even if it was making him gush again. It wasn’t as huge a spray as it felt like it was, more like a few little puddles that had come around him, but it was still a copious amount of fluid that had been milked out of him by the hard, intense pleasures that Cynthia was visiting upon his body. His processor was barely able to keep up, and his new breasts heaved, bouncing as he gasped and twitched from the hard finger-fucking down there. As she got close, though, he felt her pull back, forcing his pleasure down, as well. Lucas – or Lucia, as she had been renamed – groaned again, glaring through slitted eyes at her girlfriend. “You better…come on…don’t just…edge…” “You know better than to tell me what to do.” The human doll stepped closer, her lips pressing against his in a gentle kiss as she jilled herself, fingering herself furiously as she worked herself closer and closer to that edge. Lucia swore that she was about to go over, bracing herself for it – Only for it to pull back again. So close, so close, and yet so far, helpless to the whims of her girlfriend-mistress-girlfriend. It was so close to messing with her programming, too, making it hard for her to think, hard for her to focus through all the pleasure that was ramming through her. The numbers, the digital information, was almost as strong as the sparking, shorting sensors in her legs, barely able to hold her upright at this point. “Get…get me off…” “MMmmph…I’m close…” She kissed him again, this time forcing Lucia to kiss her back, their mismatched faces grinding against each other in a furious tongue-kiss that was getting worse as time went on. They were able to feel each other, or at least, she was able to feel her. She could taste her own tongue, feel herself against her, and feel her softness against her hardness. It was almost a mental merge, and she was barely able to hold herself together. Finally, after they shared tongues and a bit of spit for almost half a minute, she felt Cynthia seize up against her. She gasped, her body going stiff, and she came. Lucia had gone through many orgasms in her life, but this one was by far the greatest and most powerful one that she had ever felt. Her entire body shook, her buttocks shaking and spasming, clenching and unclenching hard. Her thighs twitched, shaking loose some of her juices that came flooding free. Her entire body seemed to seize, and she seized up, her voice coming out in little clicks rather than words. “Ugh…ugh…NNNGH!” She arched her back as she kept cumming, her chest thrust out, her ass cheeks still shaking. Everything felt so…good. So powerful. The phantom feeling of a pussy was still there, giving her the sensation of copious amounts of fluid running along it, making it wet and slimy and just a little messy from just how much there was. And then… Then it was gone. The pleasure was taken away, the connection severed from her in that moment. Lucia slumped forward, barely able to hold herself upright as the toll that orgasm took from her finally hit, and the support from her girlfriend was removed. She looked up. There it was. The plate. [i]Don’t…don’t you make me…[/i] Barbie. The word kept coming back, both fear and anger behind it. To be a Barbie would mean falling to the lowest tier in their society. It would mean giving up on ever being on top again. It would mean – Click. The plate pressed right over the hole in her crotch. It fit perfectly, as no doubt Cynthia had known it would. The wires inside were no longer sparking, probably having spent their charge on that orgasm. That, or maybe the Barbie plate suppressed anything there, keeping her from being able to feel sexual things in order to keep her under control. Whatever it was, it worked, making her shiver as the plate was screwed in, clamped tight to her crotch. Even if she was able to get tools, Lucia knew that it would be no easy task to change it back. Cynthia smiled, patting her on the cheek. “There there, girl. You’ll enjoy it…soon enough.” It was so hard to stay upright, then. The loss of energy was enough to send Lucia into sleep mode, and she slumped forward, unable to fight it. # The next week passed slowly. There were various repairs that had to be done on the Lucario doll’s interiors, considering the fluid damage that had come from the hard session. Cynthia was very good about that, and made sure that Lucia stayed on her back the whole time, learning how to get by with her new body. Thankfully, there was no muscle change. She was allowed to keep her old frame, save for the breasts and the chastity Barbie plate. And the new designation, of course, but that was something that Lucia had expected. The week of repair passed, and at the end, there was a short party, a presentation of sorts where Lucia was made to walk around, displaying her Barbie self to a number of Cynthia’s friends. The reactions were…as expected, but no less humiliating. Of course, it made what happened afterwards that much more satisfying, and that much more required. Lucia sat on her headless girlfriend’s chest, using the tools that she’d stolen from the dungeon to undo the Barbie plate once and for all. It came loose after nearly two hours of fiddling, and she took Cynthia’s to replace it. The feeling of actual genitalia down there was…well, perhaps the most pleasant thing that she had ever felt. Shaking her head, she looked down at the chassis of her girlfriend. She knew that Cynthia could be put back together in some way. The processor itself was undamaged, and she had made sure to keep it connected to a power source so that the source code and the CPU weren’t going to die on her before she made a final decision. A new body and new frame could be found…if Lucia decided to actually go through with that. [i]She made me a Barbie.[/i] That was the big thing. Many times before, the two of them had tweaked each other, altering bits and pieces of their chassis. Lucia had always been male before this, but had tweaked chestplates before. She’d even become more muscular during other sessions, and kept that because she liked it. And Cynthia had undergone a number of changes herself, including growing and shrinking her hips and breasts, getting different hair colors, new legs, longer ones, shorter ones. They’d both done it. But neither of them had ever gone that far in the changes as to render the other so low in the eyes of the rest of the dolls. If she hadn’t gone that far, she would have just taken off her head and then put it back a few days later. As it was, she was tempted to leave it disconnected for good. “Cynthia…what am I going to do with you?” That was the question…and for the moment, Lucia didn’t have an answer. She did, however, have a pussy, and that pussy was begging for some attention. It stood out a bit badly, considering it was a human sex against a Lucario body, but it was still something that was waiting to be fucked. Fingers, tongues, other males…it didn’t really matter when it came down to it. Lucia had spent a week under the Barbie plate, and she wasn’t going to hold back any longer. She’d decide what to do with Cynthia when she came back. For now, it was time to party. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]