Conveyor of Delight

THIS STORY IS WIP

it didn't hit me until now.

i was so focused on signing all the paperwork, stripping naked and stowing away my clothes that i didn't have time to slow down and appreciate this moment.

it is finally here.

the moment i have been dreaming of for years.

i don't remember how long i spent dreaming of this. how many times i masturbated to the thought of what is going to happen now.

i stand in the door leading to the robot factory. from my elevated position i can see the vast production lines assembling, servicing and disassembling every kind of robotic woman.

the weak current of cold air breathing against my naked skin feels oddly reassuring. i belong here. i have always belonged here.

i am flesh and blood now. but i won't be when i leave. i will be a precision engineered machine. so highly sophisticated that no one would ever be able to tell.

my entire body, my entire being will be remade from metal, circuits and wires. i will be what i was always meant to be.

i look down at the conversion lines and try to spot a woman looking like myself. dark skinned units- i feel a sudden spike of pleasure as i use this word to describe myself -like me are somewhat rare in a place this far north.

but i can make out a few fellow black women on the conveyor belts. i spot a petite unit in the middle of a deep maintenance cycle. most of her body has been separated into a pile of components only linked together by bundles of wires.

her face feels relaxed. i can't tell if she is enjoying the maintenance like a massage session or if she is simply deactivated and powered down.

a taller more muscular unit is on the disassembly line. i recognize her internals as a VX3300-D series. plagued by factory defects from their experimental power systems.

i am not surprised to see her here. they were all marked for decommissioning and scrapping a while ago. i wish i could see the whole process of her being scrapped. but it will have to wait for another time.

finally i can spot a girl that looks eerily similar to myself. slim but muscular build. a deep chocolate skin tone. she is in the beginning stages of her conversion.

she still appears human with no hints that the first stage of conversion is already complete. her eyes are relaxed, almost like a trance. her hands slowly moving up and down her naked body as if trying to feel her synthetic internals.

my eyes linger on her a while longer as she is transported along to stage two. i heard stories of many units remembering this the best. the disassembly after your internals are converted. a thorough check of functionality for each and every piece you are made of.

my girlfriend told me her story many times. the first time you see these automated maintenance arms lower down to your stomach and start lifting up your abdominal panel. it is sublime. apparently most units feel a torrent of pleasure during this moment.

when it becomes clear that they are a machine while they lay eyes upon their open stomach for the first time.

i hope the stories are true. i hope i too can feel this blissful moment soon.

my thoughts are interrupted by a moaning sound coming from the conversion line. there it is. her stomach is open. and just as predicted she is absolutely delighted to see her own circuits for the first time.

her soft voice fills my ears like music. for a moment i glance down at myself and suddenly realize that my nipples have gone hard, and my vagina has gotten slightly moist.

i don't give it much thought before i already feel the slick on my left hand and my breast in my right. it feels so good. and soon it will feel even better.

i look back at the girl and to my surprise her newly converted mind has come to the same conclusion. i spot two of her fingers find their way into her synthetic folds while the other is carefully lowering into the opening in her stomach.

the moment her fingers touch the hard circuitry inside of her another moan fills the factory floor and i don't try to suppress a small sound of pleasure coming from my own body as well.

this will be me soon.

the thought of trying to find her after i roll off the production line crosses my head.

i would certainly not decline a chance to feel her synthetic body for myself...

but i have to move on. i still have yet to find my conversion line. and i can only get so turned on.

i descend down the stairs to the production floor in search of my assigned conversion line.

walking past the many women and their soft moans is exactly as i had always envisioned.

i feel my heart rate climb as i realize that just a few moments from now i will be just like them.

turned into metal and code. dismantled like a piece of hardware. because that is exactly what i will be.

there it is. conversion line #2731. the conveyor belt is shut off. the scanning and measurement tools are inactive. it displays a "ready to receive conversion material" message. it is waiting for me.

i look ahead and spot a tall asian girl being dismantled. she was in line before me. i will go through the exact same disassembly procedure in just a few minutes.

her body is in pieces all strewn over the belt. her legs and arms turned into a pile around her while her core and head are still attached. however only barely as most of her internal components are no longer inside of her.

instead various diagnosis machines are connected to them, testing all her circuits and programs. her pleasure level must be amazingly high.

but if i want to know just how high i would simply have to find out myself.

i will be dismantled like her. and i want to be dismantled like her.

i carefully lie down on the empty conveyor belt and my eyes begin to wander all over my naked body.

my long toned legs. soon they will be disconnected and taken apart revealing their internal synthetic musculature.

my strong arms. they will follow soon after. access panels near my bicep will allow numerous diagnostic cables to be connected to my systems.

my muscular core. my abs. the disassembly of my abdominal section will be the hottest part to anyone witnessing it. my stomach will be opened and i will see my robotic internals, surely causing a pleasure spike.

my dark skin contrasts beautifully to the silver and white tones of the conversion line. my vagina. one of my hands instinctively wanders to touch its folds. it is already growing wetter by the minute.

as one of my fingers finds its way inside i feel the conveyor belt jolt.

it is beginning.

slowly i am transported forward into the first conversion stage.

a robotic arm hovers just above my body and carefully moves a scanning tool from my feet to my head.

on the side i can see my body take shape on the status display.

the graphic shows my body segmented into multiple parts. my seams. my major components. the finger enters deeper into my folds as i examine the shape my abdominal panel will have.

the robotic arm returns once more and begins to draw markers on my bare skin.

being marked for conversion and disassembly like this is such a pure form of eroticism. i am just a product. a machine. manufactured on an assembly line. and there is nothing i could want more.

the markings soon cover my whole body. making my segments visible to everyone. i see my abs enclosed by my abdominal panel. and my mind is already hard at work imagining it being dismantled.

the finger inside my vagina begins to make a circling motion.

for a third time the robotic arm returns. this time with a nanite injector.

the nanites that will turn my flesh and blood into metal and circuitry. rearranging my body on a molecular level. my girlfriend told me that it feels ticklish. just on your inside. i only long for what comes after.