The things we change for love (Monthly tale - 37)

(Woman into inanimate)

Steps softened by socks, a pair of panties with a strawberry print on a pudgy rear barely covered by the bottom edge of the pyjama top. Carrying two cups of warm cocoa, Lilian entered the apartment’s home office and was met by the less than pleasant and very upset sounding grunts of her boyfriend.

“Stupid piece of scrap...!” Roger shouted from his position down on all fours under the desk.

Lilian frowned her fuzzy eyebrows, worried. She scratched her naked leg with her foot, it was maybe in need of a shave, and used that foot to close the door. The tall chubby girl then walked towards the man’s shaking rear.

Her hair was long and chestnut, her skin olive and her eyes blue. The pyjama top covering her upper body didn’t do much to hold her large unrestrained breasts in place. When she reached the desk she put down the two cups, each one had half a heart painted on it’s side, in the desk and she sat her ample and squeezable butt on the office chair.

“No luck?” she asked despite already being quite sure of the answer.

From under the desk Roger noticed his girlfriend’s presence, but he kept struggling from that position a bit longer.

“Ngh...!” he groaned, pulling. “No, none at all...!” the frustrated guy sat up... and hit the desk with his head. “AUCH!”

Some of the cocoa spilt onto the keyboard.

“Honey!” Lilian panicked. “Be careful! Did you hurt yourself?!”

Rubbing the back of his head Roger got back down onto his knees.

“No, no... it’s fine...“ he sighed, looking down sadly.

Lilian took that chance to rub his head as well, and stared at the thing he was looking at.

Roger’s PC, a fine gaming machine in a dark coloured case, rested half open in cold death on the floor.

Now it was as useful as a shoebox.

That morning Roger had woken up early to give his work project a final revision, he had been working on it for two weeks and his boss wanted it today. It was as simple as turning on the machine, doing one last read and sending it before midday.

But, like a perfect Greek tragedy, his trusty computer had chosen that day to die on him.

It was that frivolous terror of being betrayed by your technology at the worst possible moment made reality. With his limited knowledge of electronics Roger had spent two tedious hours attempting to repair the computer and failed miserably.

The files were safe on a USB drive, but without another computer to connect to the internet, no way to plug the USB into his cellphone, nor any tech assistance service at hand, and with an impending deadline it all seemed lost.

He should have saved the files online, but it was too late for that now.

“Don’t you worry, I’m sure your boss will understand...” Lilian mumbled as she kept caressing the man’s head.

Those words didn’t give any comfort.

“No he will not! He’s gonna fire my ass!” he began to sob.

Lilian couldn’t stop herself from giving him a tender hug from behind, pressing her breasts onto his back.

“Shh... it’s fine, don’t cry baby, you will figure something out.”

“It’s not and I will not figure anything out...“ he snorted.

“Then I will!”

“Can you fix the PC?”

“Well... No, but don’t underestimate me!”

That finally managed to extract a chuckle from her boyfriend.

“Stupid piece of trash...” he sighed putting a hand on the dead machine. “Why did it have to break today, of all days?”

“Don’t beat yourself up about it any more, think about all the good times it gave you.”

“That’s not gonna help me keep my job.”

“How about drinking some cocoa? I made it just how you like it, with extra chocolate and a bit of sugar!”

“I...” Roger stopped, shook his head. “Later... I think I’m getting a headache... Sorry, gonna wash my face with some fresh water and then...” he got up. “Then I will call work and explain this bullshit...” he gave his girlfriend a glance and smile, his eyes still watery and red. “Don’t worry, okay? It’s a problem for me after all.”

The woman clenched her lips and nodded.

“Okay...” she mumbled.

Roger left the room, Lilian was left sitting on the floor on her knees, even more worried than before. She puffed out her cheeks and groaned, frustrated at not being able to help. The girlfriend lifted herself up and sat back in the office chair, grabbed her cup and took a long sip of the cocoa.

It had gone cold.

That intensified her frown.

She had never liked, cared or understood much about computer stuff outside of her phone. Gaming was Roger’s hobby, but she was just a girly girl.

Whilst looking at the disassembled computer and drinking her chocolate she tried to come up with a solution to the trouble her boyfriend was in, of something that she would be capable of doing to help, but she couldn’t think of anything and the frustration nestled in her heart.

“Piece of junk...” she mumbled, repeating Roger’s words.

Cables lay tangled up in a messy arrangement, the graphics card, the CPU, the disc drives... To Lilian’s eyes they all seem to be indistinguishable identical big chips. She could totally buy a new PC for her boyfriend... if they had time...

“If I could just replace you,” the idea crossed her mind and made her chuckle.

Roger had the silly habit of referring to his computer as a she, even had a name for her: Sonja. The woman shook his head, still smiling, amused for having thought about the thing as if it was a person.

“I guess there’s not that much difference between you and me, uh? Between a boy’s girlfriend and his gaming PC.” that thought caused her to heat up, her nipples stiffened and her vaginal lips munched on the fabric of her panties, she shook her head. “Right now we are both just as useless as trash, with you being literally trash.”

The woman leant backwards in her chair, now horny as well as upset. She shook, pursed her lips, snorted... and gave the defenceless machine a gentle kick. Unfortunately for her she hit one of the top corners square on.

A rip in her sock and a pinch of pain.

“AY!” she yelled.

The cup of cocoa fell to the floor, crashing and splashing.

“Fuck! SHIT!” Lilian complained, bending to rub her hurt toe. “What a mess! I just made it worse...!”

As she touched her foot, poking her thumb through the hole in the cloth, something seemed stuck in her skin... a shivering began at the bottom of her spine. Her eyelids opened wide and her pupils dilated, as she became aware of it.

“W-What...?”

The shivering turned into a trembling shock, a rampant electricity that climbed up the curve of her spine.

“Oh...!”

She bent backwards on the chair, stretching her legs so that the wheels on it’s bottom made her slide a few steps back. Lilian moaned and rubbed her body, her tits and her crotch. She was tingling with sparks... quickly reaching...

Lilian grabbed both arms of the chair.

“Oh... Fuck me...!” her panties grew wet. “Oooooooooooh...! Mhhhhhhhhhhhhhm!”

Right at that point she came in an instant.

Yet that didn’t stop the tingling, it only intensified it.

“Fuck... meh...” she gasped. “ROGER! ROGER COME HERE!”

Her panicked moans reached his boyfriend, Roger arrived shortly after she had managed to get up. The guy saw the mess of the cocoa on the floor and his trembling girlfriend standing with her knees crossed.

“What’s going on now?” he asked.

“I... I don’t... Think...” Lilian babbled as pleasure kept ravaging her form. “Nghhhhhhhhhhhh... This is so... So... Goooouuuuuuuuud...!”

The woman grabbed her hair, her pussy clearly delineated in the panties. Her boyfriend gulped, feeling treacherous blood going towards his groin.

“If you are trying to make me forget about the broken PC...” he began to mumble.

Lilian shook her head.

“It’s not that! It’s noooooohaaaaaaAAAAAHHH!”

In an absolutely lascivious manner the woman’s dance moved all over, pulling her hair and squeezing her skin, as an orgasmic wave ripped and shocked her senses.

Roger blinked, almost as red as she was.

“Lilian... are you?”

“Hmmmmmm...! THIS ishhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” the buzzing sensation growing from the inside out. “Zzzzzzzzzfucking gooood! I can’t... hoooold....”

Unable to take a single step more Lilian decided to pull down her panties, the fabric detached loudly from her moist vaginal lips. Her hairy crotch didn’t match the dyed brown shade of her head.

In a very undignified way she spread and bent her legs, whilst massaging her tits with both hands. Her eyes sparkled with crazed lust, her tongue pushed out.

“NGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

The change her body had been building up to began.

Roger gasped in surprise as he saw his girlfriend’s cunt start to mutate in a way that should have been impossible. The tender folds of flesh vibrated, opened and closed and then merged. At the top of those lips the clitoris stiffened further and split into two.

At blinking speed her sealing cunt began to twist and stretch, elongating into the spearhead of a fleshy cord.

A skin cable.

“What in the fucking hell!” shouted Roger, grabbing his head with both hands.

“GAAAAAAAAAGHLLLLH!”

The cable grew longer, dangling between her legs. Lilian finally grabbed it, firmly attached to her crotch. With her fingers she felt her deforming skin turning into rubber, the nerves, muscles and skin beneath it also changing... into copper, plastic...

Conductors.

She pushed her transformed sex forward so it was in front of her eyes, breathing heavily, she watched her own cunt at the thick end of that cable, so changed beyond what a vagina was, but still somewhere between flesh and the inanimate.

Lilian watched as the last remains of her pussy closed, how her split clitoris turned into metal.

The plug of her power cable.

Such an indescribable sensation of numbing pleasure.

“Roger... I am! ROGEEEEEEEEEEEEER!“ with an orgasmic cry the woman dropped to her knees.

Her cable-crotch hung like a tail on her rear, her plug-cunt sliding down to the floor. Whilst Roger ran to her aid Lilian used her hands to rip her shirt open. Her plump freckled breasts with their big areola and inverted nipples bounced free of restraint.

Roger knelt down near Lilian, the heat she radiated was so intense he could feel it without touching her. His girlfriend kept moaning and gasping, playing with her tits. Not knowing what else to do, the guy saw the power-plug-pussy on the floor beyond Lilian’s ass and picked it up.

It was by now almost completely solidified into black rubber, with just some pubic hair on the trembling plug.

“How is... What is this... What’s happening to you?!“ the very confused man managed to inquire.

Lilian clenched her teeth and squeezed her eyelids, bones cracking and contorting against her will.

“I... Nnnnyghhhhh sure... B-but... I’m what youuuuuuu neeeeeeeeeeeeeedzzzzzzzzz!”

“What do you even mean?! You aren’t making any sense!”

At that point Lilian couldn’t explain herself much more.

Her body was gradually forced down, with a number of severe moans her knees were put on the floor while the lower part of her knees rose up, her feet ending somewhere behind the curve of her buttocks.

“R-Rooogeeeeeeeer... Thishhhhh so guuuuuuuuuuuud...!”

The humiliation was only making her hotter. She was bright red and salivating as she crossed her arms below her breasts and lowered her torso.

Getting into that posture made her power-plug-pussy slide out of Roger’s hand. With a few more cracks her spine lined up, her neck stiffening leaving her face pointing forward. Toes and fingers wiggling in anticipation.

She degraded herself into a perfectly cube or rectangular like shape and now her body was locked into that pose. Not even her head was free, everything immovable.

It only allowed her to timidly tremble.

Inanimate.

“Lilian... What the fuck?” mumbled Roger.

Lilian closed her eyes, the horny shame was driving her crazy.

“My socks!” she yelled, shaking her feet from their position on top of her ass. “Remove... them! Quick!”

Her boyfriend, in a trance-like state, obeyed. He put a hand onto her tense sweaty back and reached for Lilian’s feet, removing her socks, finally leaving the poor humiliated woman devoid of any shred of cloth or dignity.

“Can you...” as he looked down at her feet, resting up behind her arse in that strange posture, he noticed that on one of her big toes a tiny screw was deeply embedded in the skin. “Explain...? Why has your pussy become a power plug...?”

If it had happened while she was alone it would already have been bad and hot enough, but having to transform in front of her boyfriend...

“Roger... Am... Zzzz... Am sorry...!” her eyes were watery, maybe not she hadn’t been when it began, but now she was certain of what absurd fate awaited her. “Just... soooooooooryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!”

Her voice stretched into a shrieking moan, without warning her juicy buttocks began to spread. Fleshy sounds as her arse seemed to cover her feet and her asshole was completely exposed. Roger put his attention on that arse and Lilian felt his eyes staring at her swelling anus intensely, she clenched her lips strongly.

Disturbingly lewd curiosity kept the man looking at that shifting rear.

“This has to be a nightmare...” he gasped.

Lilian’s flesh was melting and extending, her feet and legs were engulfed and becoming one with her rear as the circumference of her anus stopped moving, having become wide and rectangular, and it began to turn into dark plastic from the inside out. A wide dark hole that filled up as the skin around it became metal with two little stumps at the sides.

Roger’s lip couldn’t stop trembling as he recognized the shape.

“That’s... That’s a VGA connector...”

His girlfriend didn’t know what those letters meant, but she still nodded as much as she could in her fixed stance.

“Hmmm... HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!”

Legs, feet and ass became a single rectangle shape as other openings spread on Lilian’s rear above and below the pussy power plug. Roger recognized every single one of them... HDMI, USB, Ethernet, sound...

“You have to be kidding me... Please, tell me you are kidding...”

“I’m so cold...

Her rear flattened and turned into dark plastic and silver colored metal, adorned on top by the still remaining curve of what was once Lilian’s fantastic ass. A single block held up on top of her knees that were getting squeezed into tiny plastic legs.

Roger fell onto his own butt and finally cried out what was going on.

“You are transforming into a freaking PC!”

Lilian nodded again.

“Yes... YEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSH!”

Contraction and compression, bone, muscle and other entrails giving in to the changes. The plastic of her rear may have been black, but the carcass of the tower her body was about to become began to acquire a soft pinkish tone.

After all, Lilian was a girly machine.

The fleshy sounds coming from inside her began to slowly turn clunky and metallic, echoing through her moaning throat. With every crack and snap her body turned into that solid, very blocky and stiff shape more and more.

From her buttocks the changes extended, changing her skin from olive to pink, from flesh to plastic. Soon half of Lilian’s body was that of a PC gaming tower, whilst the upper half remained that of a woman.

Quite the bizarrest of mermaids, but that wasn’t her fate, because her end was to become fully a computer.

Roger’s mind was blocked, he didn’t know what to do, to look or touch or call an ambulance. Lilian’s brain on the other hand seemed to be floating in liquid bliss.

In her box shaped interior her organs were being carefully repurposed, rewired and shifted. Several fans from her lungs, a graphics card better than any on the market, a battery, a motherboard...

Cables, copper, chips, plastic.

Connection after connection, she began to feel hollow inside, her moaning acquired an echoey tone.

The transformation reached her upper body, arms merged with her torso, as had happened with her knees, elbows were turned into supports - the supports for the PC tower.

“Lilian...!” her boyfriend asked her lust filled face. “Lilian... are you okay?”

“Thishhhhhh feeeeeeelshhhhhhh so damn goooooood!”

Roger put his hand back on her tense back.

With his palm he could feel the changing frontier between plastic and skin, how the plastic slowly took over until he was touching just that inanimate pink surface, that still felt alive in a tinglingly subtle way.

The plastic was winning.

The bumps of her spine were marked on the top.

“This is nuts,” he said with a full on erection on his pants.

Not just seeing, but touching and feeling such a transformation. The total, unstoppable,  objectification of the woman he loved. Such an impossibly lewd act of submission that only seemed to be happening because he needed a computer.

Lilian’s neck began to recede into the computer tower, loud cracking sounds accompanying the reshaping of the rest of herself. Her breasts and her head remained on the front of the sturdy pink rectangle that was her body.

And then they also began to change.

“You don’t have to do this!” begged Roger, still thinking that the woman had any control over her metamorphosis.

“Tooo guuuuuuuuuud...!” Lilian muttered. “Tooo lateeeeeeeee!”

Her hair fell off whilst, in a horridly absurd manner, her whole face morphed.

A power button appeared right in the middle of her forehead, her face stretched and deformed all over the entire possible surface. Nostrils formed more plugs for USB, her ears into sockets for headphones.

Her eyes, scared and horny, looked up at Roger's face, pleading as they shone with light blue led light.

“Ruger... Roger...!” it was so hard to move her jaw.

Pink covered her breasts, her hard nipples glittered, becoming a pair of decorative lights at the bottom of the front of the PC..

“Lilian!” cried Roger, moving in front of that mockingly deformed face.

Lilian needed all of her will to say her last words before the transformation finished along with all trace of her human status. Her power plug shivered as her neurons melted into a power CPU.

“Electricityyyyyy... Electric... Plug my CUUUUUUUNT... to the electiiiiii... Plug the moniiiiiiiitor... in my arseeeeeeeeeeeesh!”

That hollow echo resounded around the room until Lilian’s tongue was pulled out, expanded and flattened into the perfect shape for a disk.

The computer’s disc drive.

Roger watched as the humanity of Lilian’s pupils became just light bulbs that still looked at him with a tinge of regret. Slowly the motion of the changes stopped after the ravages of the transformation ended.

The disc driver opened a couple more times before closing.

Silver letters appeared on the pink plastic above the power button: L1L14n-Xh

All the lights of the computer flickered for several seconds in a mechanical orgasm... and then they all turned off...

And it was done.

Roger held his breath, his hand still on top of that thing that his girlfriend had become. No breathing or heartbeat.

Just a machine.

A fantastic, brand new gaming PC, ready for use.

The only way to open it seemed to be a tiny screw on the top, near to what moments ago had been a very juicy ass.

Girly pink was it’s color and the only clue that remained that it had once been human was the curve of the arse on the back of it’s top and the curve of the breasts on the bottom of the front. It gave the mental impression of an odd illusion of a nude woman squeezed into a posture of total submission.

An image that made Roger’s penis twitch.

“Fuck...!” he bit his lips. “FUCK!”

Angry with himself and still in shock he moved to satisfy Lilian’s final request as fast as he could. He unplugged the monitor from his old broken computer, put the screen down on the floor and, after gulping, plugged it into what was the pink computer’s asshole.

Then he grabbed the pussy power plug and plugged it into the nearest electric outlet. A gasp of relief when some of L1L14n-Xh inner lights turned on.

Sweaty he moved in front of the PC and with a trembling finger pushed the power button. The PC shook, coming back to life, sounding just right for what it was, the blue led light turned on, in eyes and nipples.

After a moment the black screen of the monitor turned on, a quick  sequence of words showing the perfect functioning of the machine was followed by a blue background with Lilian’s name written in large silver cursive letters in the centre.

Below the letters a tiny pixelated and totally naked Lilian appeared. She waved to the camera, smiling, her boobs jiggling with the motion, then she bowed in a very submissive way.

The screen quickly booted into a desktop similar to any other operating system, but at the same time unlike any other Roger had seen. Without him touching anything a mouse cursor moved around the desktop, stopped in the middle, opened an option window and created a txt file.

Roger was more motionless than his inanimate girlfriend as he witnessed what was happening, he marveled at the sequence of operations the computer was doing by itself.

The blank file opened and letter by letter the PC typed a phrase: This is actually not all that bad