Wrong button - part 2

Part 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/wrong-button-114650738

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My consciousness—my real consciousness and my will—came back abruptly, as if someone had dragged me up from deep, sticky waters. I froze in place, stuck in a pose like some ridiculous mannequin, tongue out, dressed in clinging black lingerie that hugged every inch of my body. My gaze slowly focused on the figure standing opposite me. It was Frank. He stood there, remote control in hand, staring at me with a look of sheer horror, as if I were something straight out of a lab nightmare.

I remembered everything. Every agonizingly slow minute I’d spent waiting for Frank, almost driven mad with anticipation, imagining how it would all play out. Sitting here in this room, putting on this black, provocative outfit, painting my lips, fixing my hair. My mind had been racing with fantasies of seducing him, of doing things that would make any girl blush just to think about. Now, remembering it, I wanted to throw up, but I realized I couldn’t even move—stuck in this pose that had seemed so thrilling just moments before.

My tongue hung out, saliva dripping from it, and I could feel it all—the taste of cherry lipstick, the one I’d planned to reward Frank with when he’d walk in and see me just like this. The tight, seductive outfit dug into the skin around my hips and… other places, pressing against me like a second, painfully tight skin. The high heels added an uncomfortable strain to my legs, and I knew I’d collapse if I tried to relax, but it didn’t matter—my body wasn’t listening to me.

—Boss… is… is that really you? — Frank stammered, barely above a whisper, as if he was afraid to get confirmation that I was truly lost.

I tried to nod, but my body remained immobile, with that same stupid half-smile plastered on my face and my tongue sticking out. The only thing I could move was my right eye, and I blinked, hoping he’d see it and understand. Frank was a smart guy, after all. He tensed up for a second, but he seemed to get the signal. He raised the remote, examining the buttons, muttering to himself as he tried to figure out how to give me back at least a fraction of control.

— Damn — he scratched his head — This is worse than I thought... I told you not to touch the buttons. They weren’t even supposed to be here, and now...

"What now?! What?! Speak up, you nerd!" I screamed mentally, blinking furiously with my one functional eye, desperately hoping he’d pick up on my frustration. Frank glanced at me, noticing the intensity of my blinking, and sighed, shaking the remote slightly as if hoping that might magically fix it. Then he looked down at it, almost as if coming to a decision.

— Okay, — he muttered, more to himself than to me, — I’ll try to explain… Boss, this seems to be some kind of really strange system update. The functions that showed up on your back… they’re basically rewriting your sensory and emotional centers, adapting them to a new… uh… form.

I blinked hard, trying to convey a mix of anger and horror. "New form? What the hell?! I don’t understand a damn thing!"

— Your brain… — Frank hesitated, searching for the right words, — … it’s been reconfigured by these new functions, — he said, struggling to keep his nervousness in check. — I didn’t even realize they could go this deep. The remote has disabled the altered parts, — Frank continued, intensely studying the buttons. — I should have gotten here sooner… — he mumbled, glancing at me with regret. — Maybe then I could have stopped this before… — he trailed off, unable to finish the thought.

"What nonsense is this handsome geek spouting?!" I thought, suddenly aware that I was thinking of him differently. It was… absurd. "Handsome"? I would never have thought that about Frank in my normal state. I felt foreign impulses surfacing, disturbing my real thoughts, as if someone had replaced my own reactions with alien ones.

Frank continued to examine the remote, oblivious to the chaotic storm inside my mind.

— Alright, — he finally said, gathering his nerve, — I think I’ve found the emergency reset function. But we need to get to the exchange center, you’ll need to control this… do you… can you handle it?

I stared at him, screaming in my mind: "Turn this damn thing off and let me… screw you!" Damn… did I really just think that? I couldn’t believe I’d even thought something like that. I blinked, feeling utterly lost, confused over what I wanted and whether I could control any of this. Damn it all!

Frank pressed a button, and I felt a faint tingling sensation, as if the system was gradually loosening its grip. I blinked, looking at him, getting ready to say something harsh, ready to finally break free from these invisible chains, but…

— Are… are you okay? — he asked cautiously, still keeping his distance, clearly worried I might lunge at him. But he had no idea that something else had started flickering in my mind… other thoughts. I couldn’t resist a strange urge, an image of his arms around me, his usually irritating serious face now strangely appealing… no, this was insane! But the thought of being in his arms didn’t fade; instead, it grew stronger and stronger.

Realizing that I was blinking rapidly, now with both eyes, I forced myself to stop, as if I could hide these intrusive, unwanted urges. Control over my body returned, but…

— Oh, — I muttered in an oddly soft voice, finally feeling some freedom, and put on a façade of calmness, — looks like I can move again. — I fought to keep my tone steady, though inside, an insistent voice screamed, "Frank, touch me…"

He noticed my strange behavior and frowned, his gaze shifting back to the remote as if he were trying to make sense of all the bizarre things happening.

— Boss, it seems like… something’s still not quite right with you, doesn’t it? — he asked cautiously, almost afraid to hear the answer.

— Frank, everything’s fine, — I said slowly, fighting back a powerful urge to place my hand on his chest. My mouth filled with saliva, and foreign thoughts whispered, coaxing me to do it. Something inside me persistently pushed: "He’s so close… just reach out… he’s gorgeous."

Frank’s eyes were locked on me, and his expression grew more concerned by the second. His gaze shifted from my face back to the remote, as if he were trying to piece everything together and find some logical answer to all this. "I just need to take that remote from him, and everything will be under control…" ran through my mind, as if it was my own thought, not something foreign, whispered from the depths of my consciousness. I forced myself to stop, but Frank, as if by some cruel joke, stepped closer, putting the remote well within my reach.

— Boss, — he said, doubtful, like he was carefully choosing his words. — Maybe it’s best if you don’t… — He trailed off, noticing the intensity of my gaze fixed on his hand.

I locked eyes with him, and suddenly, almost involuntarily, I lunged forward. My hand shot out with precise speed, and I felt my fingers wrap around the cold metal of the remote. The motion felt natural and completely right, as if it had come from some place deep inside me, bypassing my conscious thought. When my fingers closed firmly around the remote, I triumphantly thought, "Victory!" and crushed it in my hand, as if it were a flimsy cardboard toy rather than a solid metal device.

— Come to me! — I growled, unable to hold back any longer, and threw myself at Frank, kissing him fervently, pushing him easily down to the floor. "Finally! Finally!" I exulted inwardly, feeling his mouth, quickly undressing him with practiced ease.

— Boss, stop! — Frank tried his best to push me away, but his efforts were in vain. My android body was far stronger than his human frame. Frank tried to free himself, but I only pressed him harder against the floor, feeling something wild and uncontainable swelling inside me with every move he made. This overwhelming heat flooded my entire body, fogging my mind, turning me into a creature driven by a single, all-consuming desire. The more he resisted, the stronger this urge grew. I couldn’t understand where it had come from—I was certain that this was what I wanted.

He squirmed, managing to grab the remnants of the shattered remote, hoping to activate something, anything to end this nightmare. But I easily pushed his hand away, and for a second I looked straight into his eyes. Frank swallowed hard, staring at me in terror.

— Boss, I — he didn’t finish, as I pressed my finger to his lips, stopping him.

— Frank, — I breathed out with a warm smile, feeling a new confidence, a mix of passion and control, washing over me in waves. — I don’t want you to call me boss.

He froze, trying to grasp what he’d just heard. His face twisted in a mixture of horror and confusion as I moved closer, feeling this unfamiliar body being drawn to his warmth. Everything left of my old ambition and control seemed to just evaporate. In its place was pure, blinding desire, entwined with a newfound, unshakable confidence.

— You know you can’t stop me now, don’t you? — I said in a teasing tone, taking his hand and guiding it to my boobs, feeling a surge of pleasure from it. — So why resist?

His eyes darted to my face as if searching for something familiar, a sign that there was still something left of the old “boss” in me. But all he found was the complete transformation—eyes filled with desire and unrelenting resolve. I noticed him swallow nervously, and I liked it.

— Please, don’t, — he whispered, his voice turning into a rough murmur. His hands, however, didn’t pull away; they stayed pressed against my soft, sensitive skin, making me close my eyes and let out a loud, thrilling sigh, as I felt some sort of gas release with that breath. I didn’t know what it was, but I knew it felt right.

Frank tensed, as though realizing that something had subtly changed—not just within me, but around him as well. I felt his hands’ grip loosen and start to press gently against me, and I smiled, a wide smile. Not the strained face I usually wore in business meetings—no, this was something I was truly enjoying.

— You… you have to stop, — he whispered, though his voice sounded less certain than he probably intended.

I frowned, raising an eyebrow, squinting at him slightly, and shook my head with an ironic look.

— Oh, no, we’re just getting started, handsome, — I said softly, surprised by just how commanding and confident my voice sounded. He didn’t respond, only swallowed, and I felt his hands slide down naturally, resting gently on my waist, not pushing me away but holding me close.