SSI - Transformed Man

Thus endeth most of the Plan. We were safe in the Doctor's home—the SSI thought Lois was in charge of me, and had hired Miss Pink to be her business liaison, mostly with respect to the SSI. The house staff had been converted to serve and protect. The other people Lois dealt with on a regular basis, like her lawyers and accountants, were told about the changes in the household (maintaining the myth that she was still in charge. I was the Chief of Staff and her personal attendant on paper and stood to inherit everything through some sort of front organization. I had a driver's license showing my old name and new face, and every duck we could find was in a row.

We just let things run and settle in for a month to make sure everything was copacetic. There were some minor squabbles over things like who slept where and with whom for a while. I tweaked the girls as best I could so they could help satisfy each other when I was not available, and set it so Gerry up to help out that way as well. Fortunately, his Processing included a similar short recovery time like mine did. It was interesting to discover that the staff had all been Processed with older, simpler tech than what I had. It was frustrating that most of them lost a chunk of their original lives. On the other hand, Lois had taped each of them describing what they wanted and some of their fantasies and fulfilled them to a great extent. She was pretty evil but not really heartless.

I don't know how the girls set up the sleep schedules. As Chief of Staff that should have been my job in theory, but I left things like that up to Lois and Sam—both because it freed me for other things and because I enjoyed the surprises... like the morning Hani rolled in a cart with Donna laying on it covered with my breakfast and no utensils (poor Baby and Pinky had a bigger than usual mess that morning), or when Baby and Pinky would wake me with a beautifully choreographed dual blow job. I usually fell asleep with Samantha and was really becoming quite attached to her.

Our breakfasts were usually the most important and social meal of the day. We were generally all there and shared what was going on. Gerry might ask us to avoid the pool while he did something to the chemicals, or ask opinions on what color to paint something. Hani would take lunch and supper requests, or share her thoughts. Most days the twins would ask for permission to go shopping, or to schedule a chance to fuck me in some weird or creative way.

On this particular morning, though, Lois was all smiles. "It's all ready!" She exclaimed. "Have you changed your mind about seeing it?"

"No. I really want it to be a surprise. When are you going in?"

"Samant... um, Miss Pink is taking me in a little bit. I'll be there for the next three days. I'm so excited! It's finally going to happen!"

Lois and Samantha had been working on what Lois was going to have done to her at the SSI pretty much since we started the plan, and with the ducks all nicely following each other, it was time. Lois's lawyers and such had already been notified that she was getting cosmetic surgery and the groundwork for her new license and such was already in place. I gave her a big hug and kiss and walked her to the car.

The next few days passed in a pleasant haze of sun, swimming, good food, and better sex. The weather was such that I even spent a night in a cabana hammock with just Donna to keep me warm. I was just lounging in the sun when Pinky came and got me all grins and giggles in her excitement. "She's back, and everyone is waiting for you!" She nearly drug me to the main entry of the mansion. We joined the small crowd and watched as the door to an upstairs bedroom opened.

At first all I could see was a long bright blue gown, dark hair, and pale skin. As she swept down the stairs, I almost gasped. Lois had indeed gone all out. She looked to be mid-twenties and had a movie star's glamour. Her face had elegant features with large expressive eyes, thin brows, high cheeks, pink perfect cupid's bow lips, and an overall heart shape. She looked like a young and very much more voluptuous Audrey Hepburn at her peak.

Her long fingers danced on the bannister as she glided down the steps, long sculpted legs peeking out slits in the dress. Wide hips shifted sexily with each deliberate step, and large but not over-the-top breasts swung in counterpoint. When she hit the bottom, she was suddenly in my arms, all warm and soft and smelling of heaven and promise. I was mesmerized by her beauty and grace as I belatedly wrapped her in my arms and hugged her back. I could not help burying my nose in her hair to smell her even more deeply. A nagglng thought that maybe she had tricked herself out with pheromones crossed my mind, but did not really gain any traction.

She was about as tall as I was in her heels so our lips meshed perfectly. Her's were warm, firm but yielding. Her mouth in turn yielded to my tongue and her tongue responded by making love to mine. Her fragrance, hints of floral and citrus and musk, filled my nose, my senses, my mind as I crushed her voluptuous body to me. I was nibbling and sucking on her shell-like ear, then down her long slender neck. I paused at her collarbones and detoured a bit to the beginning of the swell of her breast.

I rubbed the side of my face along her baby soft skin and felt her hard nipple under the silky top scraping at my cheek. She was playing with my steel-hard cock and murmuring things into my neck as she kissed and delicately sucked on my earlobes and licked the outer edge of my ear. I picked her up and carried her over to a divan in the lobby. I stood her up before it and stared into her brilliant green eyes as I unzipped then slid the gown off her alabaster shoulders and past her trim waist.

She was not wearing anything under it as I suspected, so her beauty was revealed all at once, and she was stunning! I cupped, then suckled large but perky breasts, glided my hand down the swell of her hips, along a smooth haunch, up to a baby soft buttock which I grabbed to pull her closer. I am not sure who pulled my trunks off or really when it happened, but my thick cock was pressed up against her mound as we crushed our bodies together.

I laid her on the divan and spread her legs to gaze on her reconstructed pussy—so soft and cute, lips almost hidden from view with a barely visible triangle of downy hairs above it. Gentle pressure with hands and lips opened her pink treasure and I slipped my tongue along it, relishing her tangy, fresh taste. She held my head and was already moaning softly.

She was so sensitive and responsive! Her hips and hands were always moving, buffeting my head as I stuck to my goal. After a suitable time, I took the turgid jewel of a clit and sucked on it lightly as she had her first orgasm and flooded my mouth with her delicious fluids. Pinky and Baby were ready with warm cloths to clean us up with.

I shifted us a bit and threw one of her legs over the back of the low couch, then brought the head of my cock to her wet slit. One of the girls, I am not sure whom, helped me line up and I sunk my long cock into her delightful depths, and was amazed when I ran into an obstruction a little ways in. She had herself remade into a virgin? I looked at her and she was actually blushing demurely, and nodded to my unasked question. God, my confidence was shaken for a moment—I had never dealt with a virgin before.

Samantha, bless her heart, seemed to have guessed what was going on and whispered to me. "Firm but gentle, then let her rest for a moment, then follow your instincts. Remember, she really loves you and is looking forward to this."

I positioned myself and gave a quick thrust with my hips. I felt the barrier yield and Lois gave a quick and adorable yip sound. I held in place for a bit until she thrust herself up to me. Now, I had already learned from my experience with her staff that the SSI could do interesting things to vaginas just as they could to cocks, but either she had some interesting native talent or paid for a premium package. As I slid my length into her, her inner walls rippled and drug me in deeper. The amazing part was that there was a as sort of counter-ripple that massaged me as well. I was soon groaning loudly in pleasure.

The SSI had given me the ability to control my orgasm, and I had practiced it some but usually just let things happen, but now—I was struggling to hold back from blasting everything into her before she had her own climax. I was determined to make her come first, but damn if she didn't seem to be trying to get me to cum before her! She was playing with my face and chest with one hand, and my balls with the other so I began to suck on her thick, tasty-looking nipples, hoping the SSI had 'hooked them up', and her squeal suggested that they were indeed very sensitive. That seemed to have broken her concentration for a moment so I upped my game, twisting my hips, flexing my cock, kissing her or her nipples, and when I had a moment, playing with her clit.

She was gasping for air with her eyes glazed over when she suddenly came out of it. She smiled up at me. "Nice try, Master. That felt so good, let me return the favor." She began to squirm her hips around my cock. between the internal muscles and external motions, it was as if my cock was in a blender on a roller coaster! She managed to flip me over when I was not paying attention and began to just flat out fuck the hell out of me.

"Yes, Master! God, yes! Soo gooood, sooo deeeep! Fuck me with that huge fucking cock!" I don't know where it was coming from, but talking dirty to me just added another dimension of sensation to what was already driving me crazy. I was struggling to hold back as my hands roamed her ivory flesh, but even that was working against me since she felt so smooth, so warm, so alive!

"OK, I can't stand this anymore!" I heard Samantha say and suddenly we were both besieged by hands, lips, tongues, tits and pussies as everyone piled on. The shock tripped me up and I came almost violently in Lois even as she exploded in her own climax. A mouth and tongue was already working to clean me up as I withdrew and I had to chase another girls face away from Lois' so I could kiss her myself.

The ensuing orgy went on for a while longer as each girl got good and fucked and each gave Lois an orgasm one way or another. By the time we were done, I did not have the heart to tell Pinky or Baby to help us clean up, so I took it upon myself to carry each girl to the large tub and help her clean up before taking her to the nearest big clean bed and tucking her in. I slept with Sam and Lois in what was usually Lois' bed.

One thing about Processed people, they tend to recover quickly. By the time I woke up with Samantha still snuggled against me, the others were already awake and working. The other beds were made, messes cleaned up, fresh flowers in place, and the smell of breakfast was in my nostrils. Lois had drawn me a bath and was soaping me up.

"Master, you should know that I am now using my middle name, Margaux, since, as Mistress Robbins told me, 'Lois is an old lady's name'."

"Mmm... I like Margaux, but I think I like 'Daisy' better. It seems to suit you now—young and fresh, delicate yet a sense of wildness, and of course, beautiful."

Margaux blushed and smiled shyly. "If Master wishes to call me Daisy, that is his right."

"Hmmm, it turns you on a little when I call you Daisy, doesn't it?" I added some 'Command Voice' to reinforce the 'suggestion'. She squeaked adorably as she nodded.

I could not help it. I broke into song. "Daisy, Daisy give me your answer do. I'm half crazy all for the love of you."

Daisy squealed and seemed to have a quick mini-climax, then smacked me with a soapy loofah. "Master! Don't do that... too often." I kissed her without answering and we finished up to go to breakfast.

Chapter 5. Wrapping things up.

The mansion was decorated gaily for the upcoming holiday season and we were celebrating it all out. Not only the joy of the holidays, but a successful Plan. It has been almost a year since my Transformation and creating this paradise, and things seemed to be going perfectly. Dr. deVry was still a bigwig at the SSI facility, and no one seemed to have any inkling that she was my abject love slave in private. The success of my own Process spurred a new revenue stream for the shadowy group and just added to our own bank accounts nicely via her investments and dividends..

Of course, with the help of Miss Pink, Miss Lilac, and Dr. deVry, we did sort of manage to add a few lines of code to almost every Process. Nothing too overt, but they felt a special connection to Sam, Daisy, and I, and we could trigger them with a key phrase. We've only used this option a few times so far. Mostly for sex, since, let's face it, the SSI did good work, but also to get some advice for investments or to improve our group security.

But, right now, there was a big box in the master bedroom I really needed to open. Samantha has been gone for a few days and I could not wait to see her again.

As with Lois/Daisy, I told them to surprise me. I gotta admit that my imagination has been going crazy. Would they keep her mostly the way she was, just tweaked? A big part of me was hoping for this, but damn, it would be so hot if she was Daisy's twin, or had some cat elements, or yeah, looked like what's her name from that movie?

Anyway, it was time to find out!

Chapter 6. Another Unveiling

The big box was standing in the master bedroom and I could hear rustling inside it as I approached. I got a firm picture in my mind of what Samantha looked like before she left a week or so ago. Ever since I first met her as Miss Pink, she reminded me of someone and it took a while for that niggling thought to break out. She reminded me a little of Olivia Wilde in her role on the TV show 'House MD'. Not a spitting image, but one of those resemblances where there is some scene or some movement they make that reminds you so strongly of the other person.

Once I noticed the resemblance, I looked up Ms. Wilde and began to figure out why she reminded me so much of Samantha. They both had a slight 'mannish' look to them, especially the strong jawline, but both sometimes had very soft look. Both could affect the 'serious ball-breaker' look, or a 'sweet, shy young woman at the cusp of maturity' look equally easily.

My imagination had been running rampant the last few days trying to guess what Daisy and Samantha would have come up with, no matter how hard I tried to tamp it down. The soft giggling I heard coming from the box did not help.

I pulled apart the big red bow, and pivoted the oversized lid out of the way only to be greeted with a big pile of tissue paper and balloons! Luckily for me, some of them were helium and floated up and out of the way, but I still had to slog through an annoying pile of stuff to get to what appeared to be a giggling mummy.

I scooped up the wriggling bundle and plopped it on the bed, where it promptly rolled face down, still squirming and giggling. I began to open the wraps at her feet to help build the drama. Her exposed toes were painted a nice shade of rose pink but otherwise did not reveal much. I continued to unwrap up her legs and enjoyed the slow reveal of her delightful calves, but they looked enough like the ones I was used to that I still had no real clues as to any change. They were more tanned, but not quite tan somehow? Maybe a bit firmer? Likewise, her thighs looked wonderful but not greatly different other than coloration.

Her ass revealed itself to me. It was firmly wrapped in a high-cut pair of white lace panties and was definitely different- tighter, rounder, tanner- actually, it was more of a... pale rosy olive? It looked lovely and I had to kiss and caress it, which made the still mostly wrapped package writhe and moan softly. With great force of will I avoided any more delicate areas (although they smelled wonderful!) and went back to unwrapping her lower back- now lightly muscled and silky soft. Her waist appeared tighter with a delightful flare to it (I have always like that part of a woman's anatomy!) Sliding my hands along them, I reveled in the warm smoothness of her skin.

A few more rips revealed lightly muscled shoulders, her arms positioned under her. Another tear, and her neck was exposed, wrapped with a white lace choker or collar. I kissed it and nuzzled my nose in her dark hair that was in some sort of bun- darker than it used to be, I thought- as she squealed her delight, shoulders shaking as she laughed more musically than before. Another quick tear and she was laying face down in her wraps. Her hair looked like it was jet black compared to her original dark brunette, but I could not tell how long it was when it was up like this.

I positioned myself to grab her hip and shoulders to roll her over, stroked her lightly to help signal my intentions, and pulled. She sat up, flipped over and flung her arms wide open, shouting 'Surprise!"

I gasped, then started to laugh. 'Somehow' the girls learned of my 'carefully hidden, deeply private' interest in Asian models and had Samantha redone as a busty Japanese model! The biggest changes were her breasts, of course, having been probably a low-end B before and now were likely D's, quite big for her size- they were still bouncing from the big reveal! The most noticeable changes to her face were the addition of epicanthic folds to her enlarged eyes to give her a more Eastern appearance, and that he jaw was much narrower- possibly her whole face was a bit more narrow or subtly reshaped somehow. She was exquisitely made up as well, which made it even harder to know exactly what was changed.

Samantha was never very tall- 5'5, 5'6 or so- and looked like she may have been... a bit shorter, maybe? Her body was reshaped a little- more like what little fat she may have had was better distributed. As I looked at her, she gracefully stood up and came over to me, put her hands together, knelt, and looked into my eyes.

"Greetings, beloved Master. Is this one's Transformation adequate?" Her voice was a bit higher as well as more musical, and she had a slight Oriental accent that made my already hard cock twitch- a fact she noticed and smiled at. Dear god! She looked and sounded a little like Mulan from the movie! A really sexy, really stacked Mulan! A little white makeup and a kimono, and she would be a perfect geisha. Ummm, geisha...I may have drooled a bit.

I shook my head to regain my control and senses. "Yes, little one, it is more than adequate. So, do you still go by Samantha Robbins?"

She looked puzzled. "Sam an tha rob bins, Master? This one does not know of anyone by this name." I was a bit worried until I saw her smirking. I can play the game as long as I know there is a game being played.

"My mistake, little one. What is your name?"

"Risuna Komadori, my Master."

What the hell? "Does your name mean anything, my pretty little slave?"

"One can take it to mean 'she who listens to Japanese robins', my Lord." This was Samantha's sense of humor. She once told me that her name meant 'listener' in Hebrew, and of course, she switched Robbins to 'robin'. I was willing to bet that she already had ID under this name. She had obviously worked out an alternative history for herself.

"Your name is as beautiful as you are. What shall I call you?"

"My Lord may use any name He wishes, but this one is called Dori by her American friends." She was struggling to keep her eyes down and serious, but they kept flicking up and sparkling. I could not help it. I grabbed her under her arms and threw her back on the bed. She squealed as she bounced.

I quickly grabbed her legs and opened them wide, flipping them over my back as I made the acquaintance of her newly unfamiliar little pussy. She was lightly covered with a tuft of hair so soft and fine it was hard to see what color it was, above a rosy groove that hid her core. I kissed the smooth skin and loved feeling her jiggle and wiggle in response. I licked her with a pointy tongue to plow the furrow and tasted a hint of her flavors.