Being Edited By AI - Multiple TF
Tags: Inanimate, Clothing TF, Unaware, Object TF, Caption, Forced, Gender bend, Feminization, MTF
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea? Join the Discord Server. Maybe there is a giveaway so don't miss it! Psss the uncensored versions are there as well!Being Edited By AI - Multiple TFMike twenty-three years old. Pale, soft, doughy and still living with his mother in…
"Bro, it's arriving today," he typed, headset on, grinding through a raid. "I'm telling you, by tomorrow I'm going to look like a fucking model." "Sure dude," his friend replied. "And I'm the president." In the kitchen, his mother Sindia was making dinner. She was forty-seven, but looked younger. Black hair that fell past her shoulders in soft waves. Blue eyes. A mole on her left cheek made her look like a classic movie star. She was curvy in the way that turned heads. Big breasts that filled out her white t-shirt, wide hips, a round, soft ass that her leggings hugged tight. She'd had Mike at twenty-four and his sister at twenty-eight. The sister was at university, doing well. Mike was... here. 'He'll figure it out, Sindia thought, stirring a pot of soup. He just needs time. He's a late bloomer.' The buzzer rang. Packages. She went down to the lobby and came back with a stack of mail and two boxes. One was a book she'd ordered. The other was bigger, unmarked except for a shipping label. No return address. Curiosity got the better of her and she opened it. Inside, nestled in foam padding, was a sleek little device. Round, matte black, about the size of a softball. It looked exactly like one of those smart home speakers. There was a small card inside that read: COMPANION AI — PLUG IN TO ACTIVATE. 'Oh, Mikey bought me a present,' she thought, smiling. 'Maybe he is thinking about me after all. He knows I've been wanting one of these!' She set it on the kitchen counter and plugged it in. A soft blue light pulsed around the base. A pleasant, gender neutral voice spoke. "Good afternoon. Companion AI is now active. Initializing user profile. Please confirm: primary user is registered as male. Would you like to proceed with the current profile?" Sindia frowned. "Male? No, I'm the user. I'm female." 'Typical tech bros,' she thought, shaking her head. 'Always assuming these things are for men!' "Change the user to female," she said. "Confirmed. User profile updated to female. How may I assist you today?" "Can you help me with a new soup recipe? I want to try something different tonight." "Of course. What ingredients do you have available?" In his room, fifteen feet away through a closed door, Mike was in the middle of a boss fight when the heat hit him. It started in his chest. A deep, spreading warmth, like someone had poured hot water inside his ribcage. He shifted in his chair, tugging at his hoodie. "Yo, you good?" his friend asked through the headset. "Yeah, just... hot for some reason." The heat moved outward. Into his shoulders, down his arms, up into his throat. His skin prickled. His voice cracked on the next word he tried to say, the pitch jumping up by an octave before he could catch it. "Dude, was that you? You sound weird." Mike grabbed his throat. It felt thinner and smoother. His throat was shrinking under his fingertips, the bulge softening and flattening until his neck was slim and delicate. His jaw ached as the bone shifted, narrowing, the square angles rounding into something softer. His patchy beard simply fell out, the hairs dropping onto his keyboard like tiny needles. "What the fuck," he whispered, and his voice was a woman's voice. His chest swelled. The heat concentrated behind his nipples, which hardened and pushed outward, the flat chest. Fat accumulated rapidly, pushing his skin forward, stretching it, filling in two round, heavy shapes that grew and grew until they pulled his hoodie tight across the front. He looked down and saw two obvious breasts tenting the fabric, the nipples poking through the cotton like hard little points. "Nnnngh..." He gripped the edge of his desk. The sensation was bizarre. The weight was new, pulling at his chest, shifting his center of gravity forward. The hoodie fabric rubbed against his swollen nipples and each touch sent a sharp tingle straight down to his stomach. His hips cracked. Not painfully, but loudly POP sounds. The bones widened, pushing outward on both sides, his basketball shorts suddenly tight around a pelvis that was spreading like clay being molded. His ass filled in behind him, the flat, bony thing he'd been sitting on for years inflating with soft, round fat that pushed him up in his gaming chair. His thighs thickened, pressing together, the skin becoming smooth and hairless as every follicle below his neck simply stopped producing. "Bro? BRO? You disconnected your mic or what?" Mike reached for the mute button and pressed it just in time, because that's when his dick started shrinking. The sensation was impossible to describe. His cock, which had been average and unremarkable, began pulling inward. The shaft shortened, the skin tightening, the head retracting into his body. He felt his balls draw up tight against his groin, then softer, then gone, absorbed into a body that was rapidly rearranging its internal plumbing. The last inch of his cock flattened, widened, and split open into folds of soft, wet, sensitive flesh. "MMMMMMPH~" Mike slap
