The table begins to angle upwards, while the headrest swings down and away.
Ada keeps your head still, and you can feel something cold and metallic sliding up to rest against the base of your skull.
“Initiating sequence in 5...4...3...2...1...0!”
“First nanite fleet deployed.”
It’s a weird feeling to have something actively swimming through your arteries, but you kinda like it.
As you watch, the “fleet” spreads. Their passage is marked by the surface veins and arteries turning grey and black, with darker clusters slowly forming into alignment marks at different points on your torso and limbs.
The screen is still showing the body you chose, but now it’s being covered in thin lines, as if it’s being sliced for a 3D printer.
A set of arms drop from the ceiling, targeting lasers locking on to the alignment marks.
You weren’t sure what to expect next. Some kind of goop? Melting into the table, maybe?
Your feet feel warm as the arms begin to slide slowly over them, depositing a layer of material so thin it’s translucent.
They reach the top of your ankles, then slide back. Another layer.
Another, and another, until they’ve become thick blobs, a buzzing sensation the only sign that your encased flesh is slowly being transformed.
They come forward, and you groan as they begin to push against your feet, sculpting, shaving, and shaping them.
It’s like the best massage you’ve ever had, and as they begin to craft your new feet you can see the graphic start to fill in, the excess material being pushed up until it begins to slowly creep up your legs.
Ada’s voice fills your mind, a whisper running through every cell, every wire, every circuit.
“You will be so beautiful. I’ve been showing your chassis to the other units here, and they’re excited to meet you. I think you’ll find your refinements will be...very...popular.”
The “medium” spreads over your crotch, and you whine with need.
“Oxytocin is the key to trigger the medium. You have been producing a great deal since we began processing, but...”
The arms slide along your thighs, the feeling of their blades impossibly erotic as your Controller whispers in your soul.
“We. Need. More.”
You feel yourself pulse and throb beneath the thick coating that bulges obscenely over your crotch, running down your skin.