<b>Title: </b>Resistance is Futile after one orgasm<br/><b>Players: <a class="username" data-user-id="815" data-username="@Wendium" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/815/">@Wendium</a>  &amp; <a class="username" data-user-id="817" data-username="@Cassie Nakamura" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/817/">@Cassie Nakamura</a> <br/>
Tags: FxF, transformation, sex bot<br/>
Synopsis: </b>An amputee finds herself being assimilated by the dominating sex bot she ordered to cure her loneliness.<br/><b>Date completed: </b>04/02/2018<br/><br/><b>Commencing...</b><br/>The accident was more than a year in the past. The freak motorcycle accident left her lacerated and her right arm mutilated. She'd been lucky. The lacerations healed but the arm was a lost cause. Four months in a hospital and another six in rehab facility after facility and she'd finally been released back to something resembling her old life. Two months later, and two month ago, she'd been contacted by Applied Intelligence Systems with an offer she couldn't refuse: the latest state-of-the-art cybernetic prosthetic.<br/>It was officially a beta test.<br/>Not that it mattered.<br/><br/>Even after she was fitted with the robotic arm, the white plastic and polished metal prosthetic was even more off-putting to her friends and family than an stump that ended below the shoulder, to say nothing of would-be lovers. She'd been alone for weeks. Months.<br/><br/>In a fit of desperation she ordered a sex bot, the latest-generation gynoid from AIS. A tall, powerful model with a body enhanced with the latest in memetic 'grey goo' giving 'her' skin that felt real, where it mattered. Her eyes blazed a brilliant red, her lips shimmered to match, both a sharp contrast to porcelain-tone skin. It extended over her shoulders and down to her breasts, crafting what would be "D" cups on a human before ending where a ribcage would.<br/><br/>Her arms and everything below her ribs was exposed plastic and metal, until another patch of skin at her hips spanned her thighs and blended with her lower thighs.<br/><br/>She walked the ten miles to Cassie's doorstep, a name plate on the case she carried with her proclaime her designation as "Synthetic Intelligent Lifeform #68729." or, Sil, for short, and she knocked thrice on the woman's door.<br/><br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="817" data-username="@Cassie Nakamura" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/817/">@Cassie Nakamura</a>