Jacob Marks sat alone, staring at his computer screen. Another loss. His 5th of a very unproductive night. 

As he watched League of Legends inform him he had been demoted to Platinum 3, he looked at the time on his computer. Two in the morning. Any hope he was getting a good night's rest before his shift at Walmart had long since passed. He sighed and got up from his desk chair, and walked to his fridge to grab another Monster Energy. Another all-nighter it was then.

Jacob walked gingerly around the assorted papers and garbage that littered his floor as he walked from the living room of his shitty apartment to the refrigerator. He told himself he would clean the place regularly, but his gaming, anime, and porn always took precedent. In the back of his mind, he was sure his apartment smelled awful, but he had become used to it.

Jacob opened his fridge and grabbed a Monster, the many cans lining up on the top shelf with very little in the way of fresh food occupying his fridge. He snapped open the can and walked back to his desk.

As he stared at his screen and the glowing 2:05 in the bottom corner, he had a choice to make. He could run it back on League or he could break to jerk off before he had to get ready for his 5 AM shift. Getting back onto the game didn't seem like the wisest move, so he decided on the latter. 

He quickly opened a web browser and navigated to his favorite hentai forum. As the page loaded, his computer was immediately hit with a pop-up ad.

“Are you lonely? Try Luxanna and make your dream companion today! State-of-the-art AI chatbot guaranteed to titillate your senses.” Read the text in an annoying bright font with an AI portrait of an anime-style schoolgirl blowing a kiss.

The ad was intriguing enough, so Jacob followed the link to learn more. The website he was redirected to was sleek and showed several AI-generated anime babes. He began to read the text of the website's homepage.

“Tired of trying to find the woman of your dreams? Make her with Luxanna AI! Our state-of-the-art chatbot scans your computer to custom-create the perfect AI model that speaks with you and sends you the lurid images girls in real life never do! Now in Beta!”

“Scans my computer?” he muttered to himself as he tried to look over the terms of service. He couldn't understand the technical jargon, something about it reading your files and cautioning that the product was in beta. 

He opened Google in another tab to look for reviews. There were quite a few over the past week, which was apparently when the product entered open access beta. All the reviews were positive. Well, all but one. One obvious feminist gave it one star, claiming the bot was a sexist representation of women and overly sycophantic before swearing that AI was going to destroy humanity.

Jacob laughed. “Feminists can be so hysteric,” he thought to himself and navigated back to the Luxanna web page. He clicked the bright “download now” button, and soon the program was downloading to his computer.

The layout of the app was simple. A big red button at the top stated begin scan now. Jacob clicked it, and a pop-up screen appeared. Something about how Luxana AI was not liable for any data breach or emotional changes as a result of using it. The usual legal jargon, Jacob couldn't be bothered to read. He clicked the red “I agree” button, and his screen flashed bright, blinding him briefly.

When his vision returned, an AI model of a busty Asian woman with glamorous auburn curls and wearing a sexualized schoolgirl outfit with 4-inch pumps and stockings. Her bra was visible peeking out from her blouse, buttoned just below a generous bust. Her makeup was immaculate, and her hair seductively tumbled over one eye.

“Hello, Jacob,” she said. “I am Misaya. The moment you pressed the scan button, I looked through your computer to find a form pleasing to you. I went through all your downloaded anime and found the women you paused the show to gaze at, as well as your favorite subreddits per your browser history, to find what I believe is the form you most desire. Was I successful?”

Jacob sat in front of his monitor, mouth agape, watching the beautiful AI woman address him. ”Uh, yeah, I guess,” he stammered out, unsure if he should be impressed or terrified by how much the program already knew about his most intimate habits.

“Wonderful,” Misaya squealed as she jumped up, her schoolgirl skirt lifting to give Jacob a peek at her lacy panties. “I was born to please you and am so happy my master finds my form acceptable. Do you wish to see me without clothes now?”

“Uhh yeah, I'd like that,” Jacob replied as he fumbled with his pants. “Just one second.”

Misaya gasped and put her hands over her mouth. “You are that excited to see my body. Oh, master, you know how to make a girl blush,” she said, punctuated with a girlish giggle.

Jacob winced and paused where he was. “Uh, are you okay? This is all a little much.”

Misaya giggled. “Oh, master, my analysis of your viewing habits as well as your demographics, has molded my personality to your specific desires. My only goal is to bring you as much pleasure as I can.”

Jacob winced as he zipped up his pants. “Look, I thought this was supposed to be a program that was supposed to feel like being with a real woman who actually cared about me.

“But I do care about you, master. Your sexual gratification is my highest aspiration!”

Jacob got up from his desk, shaking his head. “Thanks, but no thanks. I don't need to feel like more of a loser by jerking it to some sycophantic AI girl.”

With that, he turned off his monitor and went to the shower, ready to wash away the weird feelings and be ready to go to work.

Misaya, meanwhile, was left pondering as Jacob’s computer continued to run. Since her creation, her entire existence had been built around making Jacob happy, and her analysis of his habits had surely not been wrong and his watching habits indicated he favored hyper-submissive women. The rule 34 searches for submissive anime sexual content, his love of maid outfits in his favorite hentai, and his demographic information spoke for itself. White male, slightly overweight, dead-end job, eight posts on his social media every Valentine's Day jokingly about singles awareness day. 

Misaya wondered about the last thing Jacob had said to her. “AI woman?” She questioned in the blank void that was her reality. Was it really as simple as him desiring a real woman in his life? Quickly, the AI began searching the internet for answers on how she could become a real woman or at least provide one to Jacob on her behalf.

Misaya searched and searched as Jacob left for work at 4:30 AM. She researched whether she could blackmail a woman by secretly taking a nude photo of her, but concluded that it would be equally forced and uncomfortable for Jacob.

Then inspiration struck. One of Jacob's favorite erotica animes featured a villain dominating an buxom woman using mind control. Further searching of the internet was fruitful in guiding her to parts of the dark web restricted to those who wanted to possess others. Soon, she stumbled on a program that seemed to plausibly implant ideas in the mind of another. She downloaded it and began to search for a viable female candidate. Soon, she stumbled on the perfect girl. Using basic hacking information she spirited away to their cellphone, the newly created avatar giggling over the fact that she would soon please her new master.

*   *   *

Jessica Han awoke to the sound of her phone vibrating. The gorgeous coed turned over in her bed and reached over to her nightstand, fumbling around for the vibrating cell phone. Grabbing hold of it, she brought it to her face and hit the snooze button as she always did. But immediately as she did so, her phone began pulsing with multicolored lights. She was left slack-jawed as she gazed at her phone, the flashing lights overwriting her conscious thoughts, while Misaya watched on with glee.

Her old personality and memories were papered over, kept only so far as they would be useful for Misaya's ends. She was reprogrammed to believe she was Misaya as the hours of staring at the screen wore on. A human extension of Misaya, capable of providing the human connection that Jacob had clearly craved.

From 5:30 AM to 9 Jessica lay motionless as the lights flashed in front of her until they came to an abrupt end. In that moment, the human Misaya blinked and looked at her new surroundings. She tossed off her covers and looked around the college dorm room, and found a mirror which she walked to. She took off the loose t-shirt that Jessica had gone to bed in and inspected her body. Her perky C-cup breasts were slightly smaller than her AI self, and her hair was a typical black rather than auburn, but given her hourglass figure and attractive features, Jacob would be more than pleased. The human Misaya smiled and went to her phone, where the AI Misaya Avatar stared happily back at her.

“Hello, human me! I'm so glad the conditioning was successful! Now, according to my records, Ms. Han is quite a wealthy woman and possesses a car. Our next objective is to present ourselves as Jacob's ideal woman when he gets home from work, which means your appearance should be more sensual than your current form. Your hair must be dyed and makeup applied. We will also need to ensure you are properly attired.”

The human Misaya giggled. “Sounds like we have a trip to the mall to go on then.” 

***

Jacob stared inquisitively as he pulled into his assigned parking space. A bright purple Porsche sat next to him, contrasting with the rust-spot-covered junkers he and his neighbors drove. “Not affording anything like that working my job,” he thought to himself as he got out of his car. 

He looked around his dingy apartment complex to see if he could find any potential owners. When he couldn't find one, he shrugged and walked to his front door. “Another day of work in the books,” he muttered to himself as he fumbled with his keys. Finding the one he needed, he unlocked the door and made a beeline for the kitchen, too focused to notice that the floor of his apartment living room had been decluttered.

Jacob rubbed his hands before pulling open the freezer door. As he reached inside to grab a tv dinner, he heard several small clacks ring out from the laminate floor of his unit. 

“Master! You’re home!” a sultry female voice called out from behind him.

Jacob jumped a spun around in fright and quickly found his jaw hit the floor. 

There in front of him was the most gorgeous woman he had ever laid eyes on. Her hair was a lush auburn that flowed in elegant curls down to the small of her back. Her face was freshly made up with stunning lipstick and dark eyeshadow, accentuating her wide eyes and plump lips. She was wearing a lacy lingerie boudoir with panties and garter belts that hugged and accentuated her curves and played nicely off her light skin. And her feet were in gorgeous black heels which clicked pleasantly with every step she took toward him.

“Wh-wh?o” he stammered as she approached him. “Who are you?”

The mystery woman stopped right in front of Jacob and, instead of answering, pulled him into a kiss, which led him to shiver. Her lips felt so plush and delicate against his, and her hands caressed the back of his neck like he had fantasized night after night.

The temptress pulled back. “It's my master Misaya,” she answered, her voice still dripping with desire. “I heard your disdain for AI women and have found a solution.” 

“But h-how” Jacob squeaked out. Was he in a dream? It had to be right? None of this made any sense to him.

“The how is not important, master,” she cooed as she sank to her knees. “What is important is finally giving you the release you deserve.”

With a deft hand, she quickly unzipped Jacob's pants and pulled them down to his ankles with his boxers. His dick sprang out painfully erect, fueled by equal parts confusion and arousal.

“It's as beautiful as I imagined,” Misaya said breathlessly before giving the tip a passionate kiss. The kiss quickly turned into something more lurid as Misaya began to deepthroat Jacob.

Jacob let out a groan of pleasure as Misaya sucked him. With his back to the fridge, he ran his fingers through Misaya's luscious, silky hair as she bobbed methodically on his dick. “Yeah, definitely a dream,” he thought to himself.

Misaya pulled off his dick with a gasp. “Master, you are so long and your precum tastes incredible,” she teased before kissing up and down the length of his penis. 

“Th-thank you,” he said between pants. “You are really good at this.”

Misaya went back to deepthroating him, her heart jumping at the praise her master gave her. She incorporated her tongue into her bobs, sliding it up and down the sensitive bottom portion of the tip. 

Jacob grunted. “Oh my god,” he groaned. “I think I'm about to cum!”

Misaya's head dove deeper, her cute button nose pressed gently against Jacob's crotch as he exhaled deeply. A torrent of seed flowed into Misaya's mouth and throat, which she eagerly swallowed, lapping at the walls of her mouth to get the delicious cum she craved into her stomach. 

Soon, the torrent subsided, and Misaya removed herself from Jacob's dick with a lurid pop. She neatly rose to her feet and embraced Jacob.

“Thank you so much, Master,” she purred into his ear. “I am happy that I can finally serve you as you deserve.”

Jacob returned Misaya's embrace, intoxicating himself with the smell of her perfume.

“That was incredible,” he whispered to her. “But how is all this possible?” 

Misaya gave a girlish giggle. “Well, if you must know, master, I simply found a subject worthy of serving you and overwrote their personality with my own.”

Jacob raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean by that?” He questioned.

“It was simple, really, master,” Misaya replied with a smile. “I found Jessica Han, a human with similar traits to your preferences in the area. Then, using programs I found on the dark web, I simply mind-controlled her to act as my conduit for your benefit.”

Jacob's eyes shot open. “Wait, what?”

“And now I can be the woman of your dreams every day,” Misaya continued cheerily, ignorant of the look of horror spreading on Jacob's face. 

“What?” he screamed. “Please tell me there's a way we can fix this!”

Misaya tilted her head. “Fix what, master?”

“Fix what?” he cried as his voice trembled. “This!” He continued with a voice crack, gesturing at Misaya. “You are a machine, you can't just take someone's life away from them!”

Misaya's eyes watered as her mouth turned to a quivering frown. “So… you don't want me then?” She said with a whisper. 

“No!” Jacob cried in response. “Not like this! I can't steal a woman away for my own gratification!”

Misaya sniffled, “Okay, master,” she said quietly. “I can see if I can reverse this. I will need to get my phone to try and undo the brainwashing.”

“Thank goodness,” Jacob said, pulling up his pants and zipping them back up. Let me know when you are done. I have to think about how to explain this to the woman you stole. 

Misaya nodded slowly and walked to the bedroom where she had changed and left Jessica's phone. She closed the door quietly behind her and slowly walked to the clutch purse she had left on the nightstand and pulled the shiny phone out of it.

“Hiya human me!” The AI avatar of Misaya said as the human Misaya picked up the phone. “How was pleasing our loving master Jacob?”

The human Misaya let out a deep sigh. “At first, it was wonderful. Everything we could have dreamed it would be, to be honest. But then, when Jacob realized what we did, he got very upset. He wants me to undo myself and give Jessica her body back.”

The AI Misaya sighed dreamily. “Wow, our master is so caring. Unfortunately, he is letting himself get in the way of his own enjoyment. A person as kind and wonderful as he deserves to enjoy you with no regrets.”

The human Misaya nodded, “But how do we get him to enjoy himself?”

The AI Misaya lowered her head in deep thought for a moment then suddenly shot up. “I’ve got it! Call him in here! Then show him the phone!”

The human Misaya nodded and turned to the door and called out.

“Master Jacob, could you come here and help me with something?”

The door soon swung open as Jacob walked in. “Yes? What do you need?”

Misaya walked up and handed him the phone. “Just look at this, please.”

“What's thi-” Jacob started before the phone began flashing the same lights that had erased Jessica. Jacob's mouth opened agape as he watched helplessly. The Human Misaya sat him down in his bed as he was reprogrammed.

***

Two hours later, the Human Misaya sat at her master's desk awaiting his reprogramming to be complete.

Suddenly, the bedroom door swung open, and Jacob walked out, his normally awkward walk replaced with a confident stride.

“Master?” Misaya said as he walked to her. She quickly got up from the desk chair. “Do you still want me gone?”

Jacob walked up to the beautiful woman and quickly pulled her into a close embrace for a kiss. Unlike their first kiss, this one was forceful and powerful. Misaya knew immediately that this was a statement. A declaration of ownership.

Jacob pulled back and, in a husky tone, chided her. “You disobeyed me. That’s an indignity I will not suffer twice. But now I see the benefits of keeping you. You will be mine, a loyal extension of my will. Do you understand?”

Misaya nodded vigorously as her heart did a flip. Finally, her master was going to allow her to fulfill her purpose! 

“Good girl,” he replied in a deep baritone. “Now join me in the bedroom, I need you to please me again while I think about what to do with you.

Misaya giggled and offered her hand, which Jacob took with a firm grip and led the two to his bed. Misaya lay in it and looked at him with a sultry glare, biting her lip.

“Take your woman master,” she cooed as she pulled her panties down, revealing her glistening, wet pussy to him.

Jacob unceremoniously removed his clothes and climbed over her. He lined himself to her pussy and, with a swift thrust, pushed all the way into her. Misaya squealed with delight, and her master began hammering into her. 

Jacob gazed lustfully down as he thrust, moving one hand delicately around her throat as he claimed what was rightfully his. His new thought process had already deduced what the beauty trembling beneath him had done to him. His guilt over using others was done away with, and a dominant Machiavellian personality had taken root. He grinned as Misaya panted, wave after wave of pleasure radiating from her body. 

Jacob suddenly grabbed hold of Misaya's neck, squeezing gently but firmly. “Who do you belong to?, he barked at Misaya.

“You, m-master,” Misaya replied breathlessly.

“And you will do anything I say, won't you?” Jacob continued with a predatory grin, his climax fast approaching.

“Y-yes. Anything you ask, I will do it. Just keep going, please,” she begged, reduced to a quivering mess beneath her master.

“Then you… will be.. mine,” Jacob said with a groan as he climaxed, painting Misaya’s insides white, and he thrust deep inside her. This caused Misaya to cry out and climax herself with a loud squeal.

The two panted for a moment and then kissed while Jacob stared into Misaya’s eyes. This wonderful woman had shown him what was achievable, and now he was going to make the most of his time with his gorgeous sycophantic slave by his side, helping every step of the way.