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My Terrible Promotion I laid on the coach in my new office. Using my tap, a neural interface personal computer, I composed the introduction to my documentation for the secure nanobot communications protocol I had engineered. Nanobots have become ubiquitous over the past decade. The tap I use to write this document testifies to that. However, we have only begun to unleash the potential of nanobot technology. At the time I write this, a simple facial reconstruction surgery may require the deployment of thirty different specially designed sorts of nanobots. Today's nanobots lack the flexibility to perform many tasks. This makes the development of nanobot solutions extremely risky and cost prohibitive. With Nanmech's release of the general purpose nanobot, this changes. The Nanmech model 7 nanobot can do anything any other nanobot on the market can do, and more. Naturally, this increase in the power and flexibility of nanobots brings great risk with it. If someone hacked your tap, it would be bothersome... but not life threatening. For this reason, I have developed the secure nanobot communication protocol. This documentation will detail how the secure nanobot communication protocol will protect your Nanmech model 7 nanobots from malicious hacking. The door to my office opened. Robert, the owner of Nanmech, entered. I minimized the word processing app on my tap and sat up. "How do you like the new office?" Robert asked. "It's great," I replied. "With a private restroom and break room, I could practically live here. All it needs is a bed and a shower." "You deserve it," Robert began, "The boys down in quality assurance have been trying to hack your protocol for weeks. Even with the code base open to them, they can't find a single exploit." Robert continued, "Still, I can't proceed until I'm absolutely certain your protocol can't be hacked. That's why I want you to work on hacking it." "Robert," I protested, "my design process involved coming up with exploits and securing against them. An idiot may deploy a poor encryption algorithm. Beyond silly things like that, the protocol is fool proof." "Perhaps," Robert said, "but I'll feel a lot better about it if even its engineer, given proper motivation, cannot hack it." "Proper motivation?" I asked, "Will you get me a bed and a shower in here if I find a hack?" Robert laughed. "Alright," I conceded, "I know you can't bring the model 7 to market unless you know they cannot be compromised." "You misunderstand," Robert said, "The model 7 is never going to market." "What?! Then why have we gone through so much trouble developing it?" Robert laughed, "I want power. Sure, money can buy power... but only so much. If I control model 7 nanobots within the right people, I'll have direct power. Then, I can take all the money I want." I never particularly liked Robert, but I had never taken him for a psychopathic megalomaniac. This seemed like a scene from a Bond film. I asked, "You intend to coerce people from the inside out?" "That's right," Robert said. "Of course, I need to test that out too. I figured I'd kill two birds with one stone." "What do you mean?" I asked. Robert laughed, "What would motivate a tough man like you to hack his un- hackable protocol?" He intended to use me as his test subject. No sooner than that realization dawned on me, my chest grew warm and tingled. He already had the model 7s in me, and he was doing something to me right now! I had to act. I leaped off the couch and tackled Robert to the ground. I sat atop Robert, reared back a fist... Suddenly pain permeated my being. Physical pain accompanied profound feelings sadness, anxiety, fear, grief, despair, inadequacy, and helplessness. Also, I found myself slump down over Robert. Robert pushed me aside as he slid out from under me. No amount of effort enabled me to exert my will over my body. I was paralyzed! Robert stood up, then sat me up against my desk. He left my head hanging down, facing my lap. "Nice try," Robert said, "but you can't possibly subdue me faster than I can use my tap to send commands to the model 7s within you." I should have felt outraged, but the pain Robert had inflicted me with left me emotionally exhausted. While the pain passed, I remained paralyzed. I could only sit there, look down, and listen. The sensations on my chest had grown stronger, and I couldn't help but see two mounds of feminine flesh assert themselves proudly through my shirt. They weren't very large, but they were incredibly well rounded and perky... and they were growing. Robert squatted down in front of me. "Here," he began, "Let me get you a better view of the show." Robert took off my shirt, then pushed my head down so that my chin rested on my sternum. Unable to blink voluntarily or even move my eye balls, I had no choice but to watch bare breasts bloom upon my bosom. Now the size of softballs, I could feel their bottom begin to crease and touch flesh underneath. "Amazing," Robert said with genuine awe. He pushed his right index finger into the left breasts' nipple. That sent a thrill of pleasant arousal through me. I suspected Robert made these more sensitive than the normal breasts of a woman. Perversely, their nipples grew erect, and I felt my cock stiffen. Robert laughed, then began groping boobs now the size of cantaloupes. This served to intensify my arousal. Robert then said, "I now own you. You are my slave, and you shall answer to 'slave'. I am your master, and you shall address me only as 'Master'. Disobey me, and I shall punish you. Obey me, and I shall reward you. I'm not an unreasonable master after all. If you do not like this arrangement, you'll have to hack your protocol." Robert then pinched both of the nipples, sending a jolt of erotic pain through me. Robert released the nipples and stood up. He walked over to my desk. I could hear him shuffling with some papers. He then squatted down next to me, holding a paper in his hand. He held it in front of me. On it he had written, "Property of Master". "Hold onto this slave," Robert instructed. He then lifted the right tit, placed the paper under it, then released the tit. He let go of the document. The breast, now the size of a volleyball, held the document securely in place. Robert laughed, "Good girl." With that a wave of pleasure washed over me. Physical pleasure accompanied a profound sense of well-being, confidence, excitement, and euphoria. Robert stood up and left my office. I heard him lock the door behind him. When the pleasure waned, I assessed my situation. The breasts seemed to have stopped growing. I sat there topless, staring at boobs nearly the size of soccer balls hanging off my own chest, unable to move. I felt helpless, used, and violated. Worse, I couldn't help but enjoy the way it felt when Robert played with these damned tits, or that reward he gave me for holding onto this ownership sign pinched between a tit and my upper belly. Robert planned to use the protocol I designed to guard against abuse, to abuse people... starting with me. He didn't plan on using simple coercion either. He wanted to emasculate me with these boobs. He wanted to train me with those physical and emotional rewards and punishments. He had thought this through. No wonder he gave me this office. I had a couch to sleep on. I had a restroom for my sanitation needs. While it lacked a bath or shower, it had a sink and a floor drain. It even had a break area for food. This office was no reward. Robert needed me in a cell I could live in. How could I escape? I still had my tap, but as a private research facility Robert had this place shielded from the cellular network. All data to and from the outside had to travel through a tightly monitored and filtered main line. Robert was right. My only way out was to hack his control of the model 7s within me. I opened all my data on my protocol and the model 7s. I scanned through it, but found no thread worth pulling on. I already knew all this stuff. I knew this data better than anyone. Other than using a weak encryption algorithm with it, my protocol had no weaknesses. Robert wasn't that stupid. Short of an electromagnetic pulse of a magnitude much stronger than I could possibly generate here, neither did the model 7s. Even if I could hack my protocol, Robert would probably patch the hole and keep me here. He had told me his Bond villain scheme. He couldn't let me go. I would have hung my head in defeat if Robert hadn't already put it in that position. I just stared at these breasts. What else could I do. I watched them rise up and down with my breath. They were very nice breasts. Any woman would envy this rack. Perversely, I felt my manhood begin to stiffen as I studied these boobs. Then it came to me. Robert thought I might be able to hack my protocol. Robert remained skeptical of my protocol's security. As such, I doubted he had patched his tap to use my protocol. I hadn't even patched my tap to use my protocol yet! I corrected that right away. Robert's tap probably still used the standard protocols. Robert's tap probably remained vulnerable to all the exploits my protocol had been designed to correct! If I could hack Robert's tap, I could get the encryption algorithm he used and take control of the model 7s. That wouldn't be enough to get me out of this cell, but it would give me a fighting chance. I could consider future steps later. For now, I got to work designing a hacking app I could use to hack Robert's tap. For some cover I set up a batch program to request various documents on the web concerning encryption algorithms and other data that might seem relevant to hacking my protocol. If Robert watched my network traffic, I wanted him to at least think I had some ideas on how to hack my protocol. That kept me busy till noon. My app was ready to launch when I heard my cell door unlock. Robert entered and said, "I think slave has had enough time to ponder slave's place." I felt I could again control my body. I looked up to see Robert place some bags and a drink on my desk. I said, "Yes, you've shown me my place Robert." Robert looked down at me and frowned. A wave of physical and emotional pain exploded throughout my being. Worse, I couldn't breath. Robert berated, "Is that how slave addresses master?" No matter how much I tried, I couldn't will my lungs to draw breathe. Oddly, I didn't feel like I was choking. I simply felt myself asphyxiating. I desperately needed oxygen. "Slave," Robert just frowned at me, "I asked a question." "No," I managed to gasp out, "It isn't," Though it sickened me, I had no choice but to add, "Master." Robert smiled, "Good girl." Air filled my lungs. As I fought to catch my breath I felt Robert reward my obedience with a surge of physical and emotional pleasure. Then he said, "Remember slave, each breath slave takes, slave takes only because Master allows slave to take it. Show Master gratefulness for that." "Yes Master," I said, then added, "Thank you Master." Robert gave me one, then another shot of reward for that. It made me feel slightly tipsy. "See slave," Robert said, "I am not unreasonable. Look, I even brought slave some food and supplies." "Thank you Master," I said, receiving yet another wave of physical and emotional pleasure. Definitely tipsy, I found myself smiling. Robert said, "I noticed it took a while for slave to start researching a hack for slave's protocol. Has slave come up with any possibilities yet?" "No Master," I said, "I'm still looking for some." Robert again rewarded my obedience. "Good," Robert said, "Keep working on it slave." "Master?" I pleaded. "Yes slave?" Robert permitted me to speak. "Slave knows slave's place now. Would Master remove these?" I gestured at my chest. Robert laughed, "Tits do look strange on a man's body, don't they slave?" "Yes Master," I said, "they do." Again, Robert rewarded me for addressing him as Master. I began to feel drunk. Robert laughed. I found his laughter amusing, and smiled. Robert then said, "I can fix that." "Thank you Master," I said, receiving yet another wave of physical and emotional pleasure. I felt quite high, and relieved that I wouldn't have to keep these tits much longer. My entire body grew warm and tingly... especially about my pelvis. High, I didn't realize the significance of that. "Thanks for holding that sign for me slave," Robert said. "Your welcome Master," I replied. Yet more well-being, more euphoria, more rapture, more bliss filled me. "Hand it to me slave," Robert instructed. "Yes Master," I replied and began to obey. I took the paper in my hand, got to my feet, walked over to Robert, and handed it to him. All the while slave felt wonderful. Obeying Master simply felt right. "Thank you slave," Master said. Master's gratitude lifted slave to new heights of ecstasy. Slave felt drunk, but not cognitively impaired. Slave couldn't help but to giggle. Master stood up, "Keep working on it slave. I'll be back once everyone has left for the day." "Goodbye Master," slave said. Master looked at slave and laughed, "Goodbye slave." Another swell of well being washed over slave as Master locked the door behind him. Slave looked at the door. While slave still felt quite giddy, Master's absence left slave somehow empty. Slave needed to pee. Slave walked to slave's restroom, unzipped slave's pants, then fumbled to remove slave's penis. That was harder to do than slave thought it should have been. Slave's penis seemed smaller than it should have. Why did it feel so warm and tingle? Slave aimed down into the toilet bowl, then promptly pissed all over slave's pants. Aiming higher didn't help. Slave looked down. Slave's penis had gotten smaller! Furthermore, the urethra no longer opened at the end of the glans. Instead, piss shot out from the underside of slave's short limp shaft. Confused, and still profoundly high, slave sat down on the toilet and proceeded to pee. Slave really really needed to pee. Slave smiled. Maybe slave had been wrong to fight Master. People spend their entire lives in a futile quest for happiness. They ruin their bodies with drugs. They risk life and limb for adrenaline rushes. They lock themselves away in temples denying the needs of the flesh to find some lasting happiness. Slave had never managed to obtain happiness. Yet, slave was now very happy. Master made slave happy. All slave had to do was obey, and Master even made obeying a joy. Master wasn't unreasonable, after all. Slave had asked Master to remove slave's boobs, and Master said he'd fix it. Slave smiled and grabbed slave's chest... Slave's tits were still as big as ever. Slave's tits seemed like they might have even been a bit larger. Also, a steady stream of piss continued to flow from slave. Slave couldn't seem to piss fast enough. Slave really really needed to pee. Slave felt very happy, very hot, and tingled a lot. Finally, it dawned on slave that Master hadn't said how master would fix slave's boobs. Master had merely asked slave if tits looked strange on slave's male body. When slave said they did, Master said he would fix that. Clearly, Master decided to fix that by making slave's body female. Slave considered this. Slave thought, well, if it makes Master happy he'll make slave happy. Then the sheer absurdity of that thought broke slave, I mean me, out of my happy haze. Fuck, Robert was really doing a number on me. I didn't think I was that weak of will. Robert's brutal, if simple, conditioning techniques shouldn't have fucked me up that much that quickly. Had Robert gotten the model 7s to make my brain super plastic and receptive to his methods or something? I was in more trouble than I realized. Then, I felt water splashing up from the toilet bowl as I continued to piss. I squatted up to see that I had practically filled the bowl with piss! I flushed the toilet, still pissing. I could see my glans had become a pubis, and piss flowed freely from just behind that. I no longer had a scrotum. Instead, well, I couldn't get a good look... but I had a good idea. I sat back down on the toilet, still pissing. I looked at my much more slender arms and hands. I felt down from my breasts along my sides. My torso might have already been narrower. My waist had certainly shrunk, and was much thinner than my thighs, which seemed enormous in comparison. Robert was really turning me into a woman... a woman with much less mass than I had earlier today. Shit, even if I managed to undo this, it might take me some time to restore my mass. I grew incredibly thirsty, but I still needed to pee. I managed to hold the piss. I didn't even bother pulling up my piss soaked pants. Instead, I slid my feet out of much too large shoes and socks. Standing up, I pulled up my boxers. They fell when I released them, another lost cause. I stepped out of my boxers and walked, now completely naked, to my desk. I looked at the half drank soda Robert had left me with disgust. I needed water. I grabbed the soda, emptied it, then filled it with water from the kitchen sink. I began sipping the water as I returned to the restroom to resume pissing. I gave the toilet a flush before sitting. Before I knew it, I had finished off my water. I refilled it with the bathroom sink, then drank more. I kept a steady stream of fluid coming in one way and going out the other. I really didn't want to become a woman, and I really did not want to think about Robert's plans. Still, even for the model 7s, this was an incredibly ambitious nanobot surgery. It had been done before, but only with several waves of treatment using hundreds of types of specially designed nanobots. If my body told me I needed water, I wasn't going to argue. Better to become a woman than for the surgical procedures to go wrong for lack of fluids. I think it took about an hour to stop pissing. By that time only my scalp remained warm and tingled. I still felt thirsty though, hungry, and exhausted. I flushed the toilet for what must have been the fifth or sixth time, and stood up. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself. Of all the horrible things I could say about Robert then, I couldn't say he had bad taste. Juvenile, perhaps, but not bad. I was stunning. My hair remained dark, and had grown several inches. My eyes seemed very large, round, and had gone from brown to a stunning emerald green. The rest of my face had nice proportions. Well, except for the lips. My mouth was perhaps not wide enough, and my lips were perhaps too full and luscious. I had a graceful swan like neck, and a slender, perhaps overly voluptuous build. These breasts were huge on this frame, and so were these hips. Robert hadn't turned me into a woman. Robert had turned me into a man's exaggerated version of a woman. I had the body of a wet dream. I refilled my cup. As I entered the main room of my office, everything seemed bigger. The sensation reminded me of going back to a childhood haunt after a long absence and growing up, but in reverse. Damn it, he even went to the trouble of shortening me! Walking, and moving in general, felt clumsy. The proportions of this body, its center of gravity, everything felt wrong. I didn't want to sit down in the nude. I looked in the bags Robert had left. The first one contained a towel, many wash cloths, female branded scented soap and shampoo, deodorant, a tooth brush, tooth paste, make up, and other toiletries. The next bag did have some clothes, if you can call them that. Three matching bra and panty sets in red, jade, and black. Each item had delicate lacework and had been made of sheer and silky fabrics. There were also sheer leggings with matching sheer gloves. No one wearing any of these could feel at all masculine. The only other bag came from a fast food restaurant. I needed to wear something. I put on the jade set. Strangely, I actually appreciated the support the bra provided. It held the most obvious signs of my new sex close to my chest, so to speak. Finally, I sat down. Though I was physically spent, I was also famished. I opened the fast food bag. In it I found a half eaten burger, as well as about half an order of french fries... which Robert had gone to the trouble of half eating. He wanted to demean me further by making me eat his leftover scraps. My hunger, unfortunately, didn't leave me any choice in the matter. I ate it all. Oddly, I found that little amount of food managed to satisfy me. I fired up my research cover routine, then checked my hacking app. It had worked! I had full access to Robert's tap. I found the encryption algorithm, as well as tons of body modification routines and data. He seemed to have every nanobot surgical and body modification routine ever dreamed of stashed in there. I transferred it all to my tap. I would need that data if I ever hoped to return myself to normal. I was both elated and demoralized. I couldn't just wish myself back to normal. It would take me a long time to figure out how to accomplish that. I could take control of the model 7s within me; however, that would tip my hand. If I acted now, Robert would know I had circumvented his control. With this smaller, and no doubt weaker body, I didn't stand much of a fighting chance even if Robert lost control of my model 7s. He still had me locked up in this cell. He controlled all my food. I still had to sleep. He could figure out what I had done, patch the hole, then put a new batch of model 7s in me. Freeing my body from Robert's control now would destroy any hope I had of freedom. I accessed the model 7s anyway. Hundreds of thousands of the things coursed through my body. I primed them to switch over to an encryption algorithm only I knew with a simple command. Then, I took over about one hundred of the model 7s and put them on full replication mode. Robert shouldn't notice if I took a few. I didn't know what I could do with them yet, but at least they might provide me with some measure of control until I worked a way through this. Knowledge is power. I began studying the nanobot commands Robert had compiled. Transferring that data would take time, especially if I wanted to avoid notice. That took me the rest of the workday. I had grown several more inches of hair, yet my scalp still felt hot and tingled. Also, my breasts felt funny... not that I really knew what they should feel like. The 100 model 7s I had initially commandeered had become 400 over the past four hours. If their numbers doubled once every two hours, I'd amass an army of them in a few days. Of course, I could always risk commandeering more. The model 7s I hadn't taken over had increased in number as well. Why did Robert keep some in replication mode? From what I knew of nanobots, he had more than enough swarming my system to do just about anything he could think of. Everyone should have left by now, yet Robert hadn't returned. My stomach, at least, very much hoped he would stop by. The rest of me hoped he decided to go home and give me a pass tonight. In my current state, I didn't know if I could endure another onslaught of his 'rewards'. I turned off my light, laid on my couch, and decided to rest. A wave of physical and emotional pain woke me. Groggy and confused, I looked up to see Robert glaring at me. "Why hasn't slave put her things away?" Cobwebs still filled my brain. I didn't know what to do. Yet another 'punishment' exploded throughout my being. Robert said, "Slave stinks! Why hasn't slave cleaned herself?" I managed to say, "I'm sorry Master, I didn't think..." My voice felt awkward. It had an incredibly high, incredibly girly pitch and resonance, like a ditzy showgirl. I didn't have any time to consider that though... Yet another punishment washed over me. "That's right slave, you didn't think!" The pain... it was excruciating. I was crying, it hurt so much. Then another 'punishment' came. "Well?!" Robert said with exasperation. "Yes Master," I said, "Right away master." I felt the pain wane and some pleasure rise as I stood up, grabbed the rest of my clothes out of my bag, and placed them in the drawers of my desk. This continued when I grabbed the bag of toiletries and carried them into the restroom. I didn't dare shut the door. Robert had sat down in my chair and wheeled it over so he could watch from the office. I found a place for all of toiletries Robert had brought me. The more I obeyed Robert, the better I began to feel. Reluctantly, I placed the pants and underwear I had left in there into the trash. I took off what few clothes I wore, then turned on the sink until warm water ran. I started trying to wet my hair by transferring water to it via a washcloth. That didn't work so well. Robert said, "Here," and held out the soda cup I had been using. "Thank you Master," I said. With that, I felt a rush of physical pleasure, well-being, and euphoria. I used the cup to wet my quite long hair. Then I applied shampoo and did my best to work it through. I had never shampooed long hair before. The more I did what Robert wanted, the better I felt. I rinsed my hair. I did my best to work in conditioner. Then with the washcloth and the body soap, I washed the rest of me. Finally, with several cup fulls of water, I rinsed out my hair and rinsed off my body. The floor had excellent drainage, though I had to pour several cup fulls of water to rinse suds away. Then, I dried myself off. Robert simply watched the whole time. He must have liked what he saw. By the time I finished dressing, I felt positively giddy. "Doesn't slave feel better?" Robert asked. "Yes Master," I said, receiving another reward. "Master doesn't want slave to be a dirty slob." Robert said. "Yes Master," I said. More pleasure washed over me. It was tough, but I tried not to let it go to my head. Even so, I was feeling pretty good. My hunger made me notice a restaurant bag on my desk. Robert said, "Yes slave, I brought dinner." "Thank you Master," I said. I found myself smiling despite myself after Robert rewarded me for my gratitude. "First," Robert began, "be a good slave and suck Master's cock." That brought me to my senses. Even the idea of having a penis in my mouth disgusted me. My disgust must have shown on my face. Robert frowned, "What's taking so long slave?" I said, "No." Robert punished my defiance with an explosion of pain. Then, once again, I found myself unable to breathe. Robert said, "If you want to breathe, you'll put Master's cock in slave's mouth." The pain seared at my soul, and the lack of oxygen started making me feel light headed. I nearly sent the order to the model 7s within me to take control, even if that would doom me to hopeless servitude. Thankfully, I had a better idea. I ordered the now 1600 model 7s I had taken control of to my mouth. I knelt down before Robert, unzipped his fly, worked his semi-limp penis out of his briefs, then placed it in my mouth. Lovely air filled my lungs as I felt an incredible wave of ecstasy and well-being wash away the pain I had felt. For several moments, all I could focus on was regaining my breath. His scent filled my nose which was buried in his pubic hair. Again, Robert must have fucked with my senses. I found his scent quite nice. Once I caught my breathe Robert said, "You better start sucking slave." I did so. I suspected Robert had altered my sense of taste. Robert's cock tasted salty, like you would expect skin to taste; however, it also seemed to me quite tart, which made me pucker. I had no idea how to give a blow job. Still, it didn't take long for Robert's cock to grow stiff within my mouth. Each time I did something Robert liked, he rewarded me with more pleasure and well-being. With that feedback loop in place to encourage and train me, to my horror I found myself getting into it. Before it got to me too much, I ordered the model 7s I had commandeered to move from my mouth into Robert's body, then start replicating. Though I tried to resist, the rewards Robert kept giving me took their toll. Slave enjoyed licking Master's glans and sucking on his shaft. Slave loved pushing Master's cock down her throat. Slave wanted to pleasure Master, who would reward slave with more and more happiness. When slave felt Master about to come, slave backed off and simply held Master's cock in her mouth until slave sensed it ready for more. Master moaned with pleasure, rewarding slave, who moaned as she worked her mouth over Master's cock. Slave felt Master's cock ready to explode again, but this time slave attacked Master's throbbing member with everything she had. As Master's seed filled slave's mouth, slave sucked and swallowed all she could. Master rewarded slave with a massive dose of physical and emotional pleasure, and slave needed more. She continued to work Master's cock even as it became flaccid and retreated. "Enough slave," Master finally ordered. Slave released her hold on Master's cock and laid her head on Master's lap. Slave reveled in her happiness as Master stroked her hair. "Wow," Robert said, "that's the best blow job I've ever had." Slave smiled proudly, "You're welcome Master," then sighed. Master rewarded slave with even more pleasure and happiness. Nearly all of the model 7s slave had ordered into Master had made it, and reported that they were beginning their replication routine. Slave didn't care about that though. Master was pleased with slave, and that pleased slave. Slave sat back as Master stood up. "Don't go Master," slave said. Master laughed, "Sorry slave, but Master has to go. Slave needs her rest." Slave yawned. It was true. Slave felt exhausted on every level. Slave giggled, "Master knows best." Master gave slave another reward for saying that, and slave savored it. As Master opened the door slave said, "I love you Master." Master laughed, gave slave yet another reward, then locked the door behind him. Slave stood up, turned off the light, crawled onto her couch, then rode a cloud of bliss to sleep. Slave awoke in darkness. For a moment, slave feared that yesterday had been a dream. Slave brought her hands to her tits, which reassured her. Still, slave's tits felt funny, tight, like they could pop. Even so, the fact that they were there meant Master would keep making slave happy. Slave got up and turned on the light. Master must have already stopped by, as there was a bucket on slave's desk. The thought of missing Master saddened slave. Still, slave went over to the desk. The restaurant bag Master had left last night was still there. Famished, slave eagerly opened the bag. Again, it contained half eaten food. Steak, mashed potatoes, and green beans this time. However, the thought of eating food that had touched Master's lips excited slave. Happily, slave ate it all. While she ate, slave noticed a note on her desk. It read, "Fill this bucket with your milk, slave. The model 7s replicate much faster in you than in their incubation tanks. I decided it would be nicer to milk them out of you than to bleed them out of you. -Master." Aw, Master was so thoughtful! After slave finished eating, she dutifully obeyed Master. She took the bucket, and sat it between her legs. She moved one of her engorged breasts over it, then tried to figure out how to milk it. It didn't take her long to find that nipple stimulation did the trick. The nipple stimulation felt good. The release as milk spurted out of her felt good. Simply obeying Master made slave happy. With a smile, slave hummed to herself as she merrily milked her mammaries. Afterward, slave managed to carry the heavy bucket and put it in the fridge. That should make Master happy. Speaking of which, Master doesn't want a dirty slave. Slave went to the restroom and cleaned herself. Slave then sat at her desk. Master wanted her to crack her protocol. Slave diligently read all of her design notes and documentation again. Slave carefully analyzed the code base again. Slave did her research. Slave couldn't find anything. Still, Master needed to know that the model 7s were secure. Slave opened all of their documentation and design specifications, seeking for some sort of flaw. Slave couldn't find one. Slave began composing a report on her work. Slave had mixed feelings. Master wanted slave to find a flaw, and she failed. That made slave sad. Yet, Master also wanted reassurance that the secure nanobot communication protocol and the model 7s were secure. They were. That made slave happy. Master could move forward with Master's plans! Shortly after sending the report to Master, slave heard the door unlock. Master entered. "Master!" slave exclaimed, "I missed you so much!" Master frowned. Pain exploded throughout slave's being. This confused slave. What had slave done to displease Master? Master berated slave, "Why aren't you wearing your makeup, slave?" With tears in her eyes, slave pleaded, "I'm sorry master. Slave doesn't know how to apply makeup." Another wave of pain cut through slave. Master said, "Then learn!" With tears in slaves eyes, yet more pain cut through slave. Slave didn't have to take this. Slave took control of the model 7s in her system, and instructed the model 7s in Master to paralyze him and disable his tap. Master collapsed to the ground. Slave just sat there and cried. Slave actually felt like she had done something wrong. Like a child who accidentally knocked over a vase, and knew she were in trouble. Slave was all mixed up. Tears and mucus flowed freely. After I let it all out, I realized I didn't need Robert to make me happy. I rewarded myself with a rush of euphoria and well-being. I got up and stood over Robert. "You Moron!" I screamed. "You're a real dumb ass." I was in no state for poetry. I sat down on the couch and fumed. Regaining some semblance of myself, I considered what Robert had done to me. I wanted to make him suffer. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to put him through everything he had put me through. Instead, I removed Robert's shirt and pants, then put them on myself. The pants took a bit of work, but I managed to secure them over my hips by looping a shoe lace through a few belt loops and tying it off. I retrieved my keys and wallet from my pants in the restroom garbage. I then left the cell, locking the door behind me. Barefoot, I left Nanmech, got into my car, and drove to the police station. I couldn't let myself become Robert. Robert received far less time than I think he deserved. Technically, the only sex crime he had perpetrated was groping tits. Getting him for coercing me to give him a blow job was a non starter considering the nature of the coercion. The laws against using nanobots to turn a man into a woman and forcing them to do things for you simply hadn't been written yet. He got convicted for crimes like unlawful imprisonment and regulatory abuses such as involuntary human testing. At least I ruined him with my civil case. I ended up gaining control of Nanmech. Despite the way Robert had used the model 7s, I still fought to bring them to market. If we didn't do it, someone else would have eventually. General purpose nanobots simply possess too much potential. That's a genie that couldn't be put back into the bottle. It took time and a lot of help to restore my body. Robert hadn't bothered to make a restoration routine. It took even more time and help for me to learn to cope with and recover from what Robert had done to me. Sometimes it still gets to me, but I'm managing.