Getting Robocoded (Hololive TG) (Patreon)

Matt fidgeted in the waiting room, tapping his foot as he waited to be called in. If there was anybody else here, he would have looked absurd to them; who would be so visibly on edge over a massage? He even felt stupid for being worried in the first place.

It had all started when this mysterious organisation had brought out an office building near his apartment. Nobody knew anything about "HoloX", other than that they were utterly loaded, and they had a hell of a smooth talker, a pink haired woman so good at her job the takeover had basically happened overnight.

Matt had only heard of it in passing as it honestly didn't concern him at the time; all he picked up was chatter from his friends about the building opening up all sorts of services. Recording booths for rent, housework, sword training, art classes, and way too much more to list!

It wasn't long before curiosity took root amongst his friend group, and it was only a matter of time before one of them had to check out the place. Chain had been the one to take the plunge, deciding a part time intern job there could be a good way to make money before getting a better job elsewhere, so he went to apply... and never came back.

Now Chain was known to go AWOL for a bit, but four whole days? He didn't answer his phone, reply on Discord, and never seemed to be home when Matt went to check on him! While most of Matt's friends assured him everything was probably fine, he couldn't help but devise a plan. You could only enter the building if you had an appointment, so he had booked the most appealing option, intending to scope the place out, maybe getting a look at Chain to check if he was ok. For all he knew they could just have killer hours here, after all.

In addition, in case anything went wrong, another friend of his who was visiting agreed to check out another part of the building at the same time as him! Surely with her checking too, they would find something that would give a logical explanation to what happened to Chain!

"Matt-Sama?" A voice rang out, Matt jumping with a start, having been too lost in thought to hear the grey haired woman approaching, her red eyes looking down at him in interest. "Your... appoint... is... now?"

It was clear from her accent and slow speaking that she was Japanese, likely barely knowing any English. Were they that understaffed that they couldn't send anybody else?

"T-Thanks! Um, which room do I…?"

"Pink! On the... left!" She pointed for emphasis, looking at Matt weirdly all the while, as if she was trying to remember if she had anything else to say. There was a moment's pause before she came to her senses, waving goodbye before dashing through another door.

Honestly, Matt was almost jealous of Chain if he did get the job. It must have been great working alongside bombshells like that! But on the other hand…

"When was the last time she took a bath!?" He held his nose, waving the smell away the best he could, opening a window to spare the next person from being flashbanged by the reek the woman had left in her wake.

With that done, he took a deep breath of fresh air, gathered his nerves and opened the pink door. 

"Ah, welcome sir! I'll be with you in justttttt a moment~!" A cheery voice sang from behind the towers of papers Matt was met with upon entry. He gaped at them in disbelief, some of them almost reaching the ceiling, the room he had entered looking nothing like he expected.

He wasn't even sure how anybody was supposed to have a massage in here. There were some tables, sure, but they were piled with papers, rows of test tubes and row after row of computers. It looked like a mixture of a lab and a bedroom, with old game consoles and the occasional snack packet scattered amongst the science equipment. It all begged the question of why the hell did this place have so much put into it when the waiting room before was so empty?

"Sorry for the delay!" that same voice rang out again, Matt looking down to meet the woman it came from, who had at last emerged from behind the paper towers.

She was a full foot shorter than Matt's impressive six feet of height, her lilac eyes alight with interest. She wore a long flowing lab coat and a crop top that made sure to emphasise both her bust and her toned midriff. What stood out the most however was the amount of pink all over, from her long hair to the fluffy animal ears twitching on her head.

"Kon Koyo~! Welcome again to the home of the world famous researcher herself! The brains of HoloX! Hakui Koyori~!" 

Gosh, how lucky could Chain get? Between the girl outside and this scientist chick, this place was drowning in hot women! No wonder he hadn't been messaging his friends when he was surrounded by girls like this!

"Hi, I'm here for the.... massage appointment? This is the right place, isn't it?"

"Oh yes yes! Of course~! A woman of my skills has many talents; this is merely one of them! Forgive the state of my room, I've been very busy here lately!" she explained, returning back to one of her nearby computers for a moment, her ears twitching in excitement. "We can begin momentary~!"

Matt awkwardly looked around, not seeing anywhere he could lay down, unsure of what kind of massage he could even ask for. Shoulders? Feet? His back? But before he could ask, Koyori gestured towards an empty chair near some machines, smiling dangerously.

"Just sit here and we'll get right to maintenance~!"

"M-Maintenance?" Matt repeated, his brow furrowing. That wasn't what he was here for, right? How would that even work? He was here… he was…?

The man didn't know it, but there was something in the air in that room, a device Koyori had made far in advance. It fogged his brain just enough to avoid... questions. Such as the seemingly impossible trait of the two fluffy ears on her head, and as he reflected upon her words that same device was whirling to life again.

Sure, Matt thought he had come here for something else, maybe with some kind of other motive? But Koyori had spoken so confidently, so sure of herself, there was no way she could have been wrong.

"R-Right. Sorry! Just had a moment there..." he sat as Koyori typed away, only feeling a faint sense of unease.

"Has everything been working properly?"

"Um... yes?"

"Any glitches?"

"Any… what?”“Proper answers please!”“I um... don't think so???"

"Good, good! Should be a quick one then! Now stay still for me as I give you a niceeeee check over~!" She beamed, Matt's heart pounding as he heard something starting to lower closer and closer to his head.

Even if he didn't know why, flight or fight was starting to kick in. He was moments away from bolting... but he hesitated for one second too long.

KA-PLUG~!

To an outsider only seeing the aftermath, it would have looked like the mechanical hand had placed two triangle-shaped hairclips amongst his black hair, but the reality was much different. They were merely the tops of long, triangle-shaped pillars which plugged into him like he was a socket, digging deep into his skull, defying all logic in the process.

His eyes widened, electric bliss shooting through his veins like they were wires and cables, a thin string of drool slipping from his lips as lines of code flashed before his eyes at lightning speed until...

CONNECTION COMPLETE

BEGIN INSTALLATION OF ROBOCO.EXE?

Y/N

The red words glowed ominously in front of his vision no matter where his eyes turned, an aura of frightening anticipation falling over him as he heard Koyori's gleeful giggle.

"Alright then~! With all of that out of the way, let's get started with your maintenance... Roboco-San~!"

Y

Matt's body erupted into a flurry of spasms and thrashes, the buzz of electricity that was rushing through him increasing tenfold. His cock hardened, his throat sore from screaming, every inch of him buzzing with nothing but pure, unfiltered ecstasy.

He didn't even notice how the shocks sizzled away any hair below his eyebrows, nor how the texture was improved tenfold. All he knew was that it was as if every cell and nerve was screaming in agony and delight alike.

Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. Matt was faintly aware of it, but the dim thought slipped down his brain as if he was drooling out his own awareness. It was equally hard to form thoughts when his body was burning with pure bliss, his gasps growing increasingly desperate as his hands remained locked to his sides.

ERROR

UNIT HEIGHT IS NOT SUITABLE FOR TASKS. COMMENCE REDUCTION?

Y/N

Those words flashed before him again tauntingly, Matt not yet able to pinpoint their origin as Koyori typed the single command.

Y

"MMMMMMM~!!!!! AH~! GAH~! GAHHHHHHH~!!!! FUCKKKK~!!!!" he wailed, thrashing violently as the command to compress rushed through his cells, his body forced to obey a command that should be impossible.

A full foot of height was destroyed, his vision dropping as he came hard, his clothes suddenly feeling too large for him, his shirt too baggy, his pants too loose, even his shoes fell away without much struggle.

"W-What... what are you d-doingggggg to meeeeee~???" he slurred, his eyes spinning as Koyori giggled, pulling off his shirt and throwing it into the trash.

"Hmmm? What do you mean? I'm just repairing you~!"

"R-Re... pair?" Matt repeated, wanting to scream he didn't need repairing. But if he didn't, why had he come here? This was a scientist's room, so...

"But... I'm not... a... machine?" His statement came out as more of a question, always a mistake when one's self was in such flux. Why did he even have to say it? It was obvious he wasn't!

Right?

Koyori chuckled, Matt's heart beating like crazy as a strange, perverse, but most of all euphoric feeling rushed through his arms. He shot up straight, his head tilted on its side as his fists clutched the chair.

Everything in them was on fire, cells, bone, skin. It hurt. It felt amazing. He was cumming and screaming at the same time, the explosion of sensation ending moments after it began into an all consuming numbness. Yet despite the horror of such a thing, they remained buzzing with a faint pleasure, as if reassuring him this was the correct way for them to feel.

Matt blinked, the pleasure dying down for a moment as he twitched from the aftershocks, his own limbs not only feeling numb, but heavy. Even if he could remember he was supposed to run, the weight of his arms would keep him locked to his chair.

ARM CONVERSION COMPLETE. REMOVING OUTER LAYER FOR INSPECTION.

He looked down at himself, feeling a strange, paradoxical mix of unfazed indifference and sheer terror as the skin of his arms was removed by two mechanical claws like they were a pair of gloves. The only thing more surprising was that what lay beneath wasn't bone, tissue or muscle, it was red and black metal.

His arms were that of a robot.

Matt gaped at them. He barely noticed how slender they were compared to before, nor the lithe digits clutching the remains of the chair’s arms, or even his narrower shoulders. All he could focus on was the sheer impossibility of it, the way each movement sent electronic commands through his circuits to perform it, and just how right it felt.

"M-My arms..."

"Yes yes. Restored to default settings! How do they feel?"

"Operating at 86% efficiency!" Matt answered in seconds, the information coming to his brain like second nature. "I-I mean they feel good! But... my systems... I mean, I feel like something isn't-???"

"Please save any questions for the end please! Now, with the taster done, it's time to kick this puppy into overdrive~!"

"W-WAIT- D-DOHHHHH~!!!!" he screamed as Koyori pressed another key, everything once more consumed by a flurry of unmatched pleasure. 

CRUNCHCRACKCREAKKKKKK

Matt arched forward, his ears flooded with the sound of his back breaking, shattering before his weak spine was reformed into curved, arched steel. Similarly his sides burnt, error messages flashing before his eyes as the update was forcefully installed to form deep, shapely curves.

VOICE PATCH NOW READY. COMMENCE UPDATE? Y/N

Y

"GAH WAH AHHHHHH FUCKKKK~!!!!" A newly feminised voice slipped free from his lips in glitchy spurts, his new state of the art voicebox rattling around within his throat, the organic and artificial coexisting in an agonising, mind-breaking paradox.

"S-SYSTEMS- C-CAN'T HANDLE- CAN'TTTT-!" The sound of his new voice made his heart soar, the beat echoing through his high tech specs, English coming out so clumsy with such a heavy Japanese accent. "P-PLEASE THIS- THIS ISN'T-"

"Oh I concur senpai! Here I am, leaving you with nothing to wear at all! Please excuse me!" A few key presses later and a pink hoodie was lowered onto the trapped man with a POP, mechanical arms guiding his limbs into the baggy sleeves.

The hoodie was large, and Matt had the strangest thought that it was supposed to be too small for him. But that didn't match the specs in his brain at all! Hang on... specs? He couldn't trust those! C-Couldn't he?

He blinked, his eyes losing just a bit more of that natural human shine. His head tilted as he rubbed his thighs together, the familiar hoodie making the gaslighting programs that had influenced his mind run even more smoothly.

What point was there to go against his own mind? Paranoia would make it much harder to properly perform what was expected of her!

As the battle raged in his mind, sparks leaked from the metallic triangles that were nestled within his hair, shooting across the strands in wave after wave of converting energy. 

The very material that made them up was changing, artificiality claiming them as well, converting it all into fibres comparable to what made up a wig, said fibres seeming to multiply in reaction to the energy. His now fake hair cascaded downwards in messy chunks, the black lightening to brown while the tips were consumed by a bright, cheery pink.

That same colour seeped into Matt's mind, a smile filling his features that refused to go away as he fidgeted in delight. He felt like he should be whispering; Koyori probably didn't want unneeded distractions in the maintenance!

"N-No! That doesn't compute! I cannot- I don't-" he stammered, his hard cock throbbing in desperation as the emotional parts of his brain fought the logic systems that dug into his grey matter.

LOGIC: MEMORY SYSTEMS SHOW TODAY IS DAY OF SYSTEM MAINTENANCE 

"B-BUT- BUT THAT'S NOT WHY I-"

THIS IS CORRECT

"I-It's not! It's not! I-I..." his mind raced, grabbing the only scrap of information it could amongst the pleasure, "I came here for a massage! A f-foot massage, that's all! N-not this fucked up maintenance! Oh god, this can't be real! Shit, I-I can't handle this! SOMEONE HEL-"

"Hmmm? A foot massage? My, you're sooooo needy today Roboco-San~!" Koyori sang, her arms dropping over his shoulders as she gave a dangerous fanged grin. "What an eager little thing you are~!"

Matt was very rapidly getting the impression he had made a mistake, his organic heart racing in a mechanical cage. His cock was fully erect, covered by the hoodie, the man desperately willing himself to keep his hands away from it at all costs. 

PLEASURE = GOOD. IT IS ILLOGICAL TO RESIST IT ROBOCO-SAN.

Even the commands were calling him that blasted name! It was the name on the blueprints and specs he could see in his mind, the name that was listed in his source code! But it wasn't his name! His name was...

GRAB

"MMMMMMM HAH WAHHHHHHHHH~!?" he wailed, his frantic remembrance having distracted him from the very real peril he was in. He hadn't noticed the machine sliding towards him, a metallic box with track treads, sticks poking from its roof topped with hands covered in skintight gloves.

They had launched themselves at his feet, nimble fingers holding nothing back as they handled his feet like they were its own property. He gasped, wires stopping his legs from kicking as his eyelids fluttered, twitching weakly from the sparks of delights the massage was sending through his systems.

“Enjoying yourself? As you should be, the Koyori massager MK 6 is skilled in any kind of relaxation-based massage you could ever need and more! If it’s a massage you want, Roboco-San, this is the machine for you~!”

The smug expression went almost totally over his head, Matt’s cries sounding like a steady car engine as the massage soothed his conflicted thoughts. But their touch was both tempting and corrupting alike, as if being touched by one of Koyori’s machines was forcing him to take traits of them onto himself.

The soft skin was hardening, pale colouring washed out by artificial gunmetal black, yet somehow they only grew more and more sensitive. He came once, twice, bucking as he swore the metal of his soles was squishy, only emphasising how much he was putty in the hands of Koyori’s machinations, his squeals only growing more desperate as the nimble fingers dug into the soft material . 

Before long, both of his feet looked to be made of the same material as his arms, even his nails swallowed up by the conversion, yet deep in his heart he knew it wasn’t enough.

MATERIAL CONVERSION COMPLETE: COMMENCING UPGRADE TO DESIGN SPECS

“NGH~! HNGH~! C-COMMAND RECEIVED~! OBEYING~!” Matt was forced to choke out, the pleasure that followed truly blowing his cyborg brain. The hands grabbed his heels and pulled, forcing raised platforms free that reformatted his feet into permanent girly arches, like he was wearing high heels that had merged with his very form.

But even that bliss that sent a mixture of oil and cum splattering to the floor wasn’t the part that broke him. For that was focused within his toes. Every one of them swelled at once in unison, metal tips emerging with metallic SKIRKS.

A progress bar taunted him in front of his vision, water cooling tears streaming down his face from the sheer overload of sensations surging through him. His big toes’ growth was straightforward, but the other eight suffered a much different fate. Their growth was too fast, too uncontrollable, that they entered a semi solid state, brushing up against the toe nearest to them more and more until...

KA-SSPOP~!

He heard it four times, like a gunshot, and screamed. His internal blueprint was updated, the fan cooling his freshly converted brain whirlling even faster as his three-toed, permanently high heeled robot feet were dropped to the ground with an almighty…

CLANK

“S-System... reboot... requested for...” Matt drooled, his computer brain literally bluescreening to the point that it reflected in his optics, “too... too good~...”

As if rewarding him for accepting his changes, code after code rushed through his mind, thoughts that whispered sweet temptations and rewards, that ensured him this was correct, this was normal.

“N-No... this... unit is not? Unit is? Name. Name? Q-Query, error error what’s- WHAT'S MY-?”

"Pfft, stupid clanker. Your model number is right here for all to see~!" Koyori smirked, running her finger across the surface of his shoulder, Matt sparing a glance down to see the words staring back at him.

ROBOCO ©HOLOX2025, All rights reserved.

"K-Koyori-San! That term is highly offensive and- and that is besides the point! T-That isn't my name! My name is- NOT FOUND. My name is???? NOT FOUND. MY. NAME. IS. ERROR, ERROR, DATA NOT-"

He screamed, clutching his head tight as his systems crashed over and over again, even his cries sounding glitchy as he became aware of his own mental state. It was a computer, his brain was a computer, thoughts were data, instincts now coding and programs running in the background, it was too much, his body shaking in an imitation of humanity.

"Data not found! Data not found!" he repeated, half from programming and half from panic, his optics darting wildly, spinning into spirals.

"Awwww, poor little clanker~. Robobutt~. Bolt bucketttt~," Koyori drew out each nickname as she clutched Matt's chest, "here, don't worry so hard! Enjoy your upgrades~! This is all part of your maintenance after all!"

She gave his pecs a squeeze, Matt inhaling softly as pleasure receptors began to spark to life behind them. Mass was moving across his form, reassigned to a greater purpose, more fitting for a Roboco Model.

He shuddered, frozen in his seat, his mind racing fast as he desperately tried to compute what was happening to him. But like he kept repeating, the data simply wasn't found, an endless cycle triggering and wreaking havoc in his mainframe.

All Roboco knew was that blasted name, a name he swore wasn't his own yet had slotted into his subroutines like second nature, and that he wanted more of whatever upgrade was being gifted upon him. He kicked violently, screams wet and bubbly as Koyori's magic hands brought forth squishy silicone from what was once flesh.

"Hmmmmmm, how big, how big... gosh, so many questions come to mind in the moment of the experiment!" Koyori thought aloud in a smug, sing-song tone. "Oh well, progress was never made by hesitating!"

"E-ERROR- ERROR- OH MY FUCKING GAWD K-KOYORI-SAMA, THIS- THIS- OH FUCK MEEEEEEE~!!!!!" Roboco wailed as oil leaked down his legs, his long, talon-like toes curling into the ground so hard cracks began to form, "N-NO MOREEEEEE~!!!!"

It was with a final pull and squeeze that Koyori at last let go, two huge, bouncy imitations of double D's pushing out the loose sweater as much as it could go. Unlike the other converted parts of him, they contained not even a hint of hardness, but yet the artificialness was still blatantly clear; even his nipples had been swallowed up by the silicone to leave the spheres bare.

Queries flashed before his vision, his spent cock twitching between his thighs as more machines ominously drifted towards him.

"Q-Query. Why are these so bouncy and soft? Is this a design flaw?"

"What? Pfft, nah. What's the point of making a cute girl robot if she's not stacked as hell?"

"Make? C-Confusion. This is simple maintenance and- EEEEEEE~!" The lines of code so close to breaking out of Koyori's fog were terminated as the machines grabbed him by the thighs, digging deep into his skin, Roboco feeling in real time as bones hardened and blood boiled.

BULK IS NO LONGER NEEDED FOR THIS UNIT'S OPERATIONS. COMMENCING REMOVAL OF OUTER LAYERS.

The squeals that followed were a mixture of a piercing, womanly cry and a crashing computer, the machine's hands peeling away his flesh and discarding their former bulk. Smooth metal the same colour as his arms was exposed to the world, complete with visible joints, their shape and form far more slender and compact to suit the feminine design of the Roboco unit.

What certainly didn't decrease in size however was his thighs and rear, the black metal in those sections being especially layered to maximise appeal. His skeleton shifted in real time, hips widening with drawn out clanks, metal thighs that could crush stone encroaching on his dick, all while his fat ass squished sensually into his seat.

His optics looked down, the eyelids clicking as the motors worked them to imitate human behaviour. His mind was awash with confusion, error messages flashing before his optics as he struggled to process how unrecognisable his lower half was to an ordinary human.

ORDINARY HUMANS DON'T NEED MAINTENANCE

THEY DON'T THINK IN CODE

OR HAVE METAL BODIES

DO THEY?

The words tauntingly flashed before his optics, somehow making him that much more aware of every strange, wonderful feeling rushing through his body. The buzz of electricity, the sloshing of oil, the harsh movements of metallic joints topped with the sensual squishing of silicone. It felt so soothing, so right, the same subtle gaslighting that he had been bombarded with since he had first entered worming its way deeper into his systems as his harpy-like feet curled in delight.

All the while, his digitalized thoughts whirled in the back of his mind. It wasn't as if he was being suppressed, more like... reawoken. Koyori's casual attitude was paying off, her words becoming the backbone of a new reality for Roboco, even if some details like his name were lost to the void.

"K-Koyori-san. I'm confused... my records are... in conflict?" he whispered, the human instincts of flight or fight fully replaced by an unspoken obedience. "Did I lose some files related to my operations?"

"Ah that must be the problem! I knew there was something up with you the moment I hooked you up, Roboco-San!" Koyori smirked, tapping away at a keyboard. "Here, I'll get those downloaded right away!"

Roboco twitched, eyes wide as he felt the data rush through the wires until at last entering his head, pumping into his systems and plugging those irritating gaps in his database.

UPLOADING STREAMER.EXE

UPLOADING FEMININE BODY LANGUAGE SUBROTUINES

UPLOADING PON.EXE

Instantly Roboco snapped into place like a switch had been flicked, his thighs slamming together as opposed to the more masculine way of sitting he was doing beforehand. This had the knock on effect of completely crushing his manhood, the PON moment causing him to cry out in delight as he was rewarded with raw digital delight.

His optics glitched, his mouth falling open as his broken manhood sent simulated pain buzzing through him alongside the pleasure. But this pain was only the side effect of the upgrade that was to come, the black metal of his thighs spreading upwards, coating his shaft, the mere touch of it enough to prompt its collapse.

Roboco squealed, spreading his legs once more to show the featureless, smooth, black metal that had replaced his dick. He didn't mourn the loss, his systems already told him the presence of reproductive organs was pointless on a unit such as himself!

He felt ridiculous for even questioning such things before. He must have been malfunctioning or something! What kind of unit did he think he was? Koyori-san would never lie to him! She created him! All the data in his systems proved and reassured that this status quo was not only normal, but there was never anything else it could be compared to.

The gaslighting had done its job, and with that, there were only a few finishing touches until Roboco was truly complete.

"Damn, it would have been nice to have fun with that equipment... stupid Koyori! It would have been so hot to push it in myself like how it gets described in-"

"Did you say something Koyori?"

"I mean! Uploading new pronouns to you right now!" Koyori laughed, entering the new command before Roboco could question a thing.

PRONOUN CORRECTION COMPLETE: UNIT PRONOUNS ARE NOW SET TO SHE/HER

She smiled, the shift not even feeling off anymore, welcomed by her conditioned circuits with open arms. Yes, she was a unit designed in the image of a woman, was she not? Koyori-san was so kind to correct such an obvious error! 

What kind of error would make her think she was a guy anyways? This maintenance was clearly long overdue! Something did feel off though, and it took her a moment to place why. She could no longer hear her heartbeat.

It was only a mild discomfort. Because she soon realized that wasn't an issue! Why would she need a heart? That organic element was reserved for cyborgs and humans, and she was nothing but a machine, one ready to perform the functions Koyori and the rest of HoloX expected of her!

Only one thing remained of her former self, the human who had lost themselves amongst the unrelenting gaslighting that Koyori had subjected them to. It was plain to see that her face looked so out of place compared to the rest of her, to the point it made the entire design suffer.

"Q-Query. My face does not match that of my mental blueprints. Was this a conscious choice or-"

"Heh, nice try Roboco-San~! You just put on the wrong face this morning, so don't go blaming it on me~!" Koyori giggled, Roboco's face blushing deeply as the PON moment was exposed.

"I-I- well! I was in a rush, ok? I was going to be late!" 

"Honestly, why do you even have a guy faceplate? Waste of resources if you ask me!" The woman grabbed Roboco by the face, her fingers digging into small gaps on either side.

Hissssss

She pulled, removing Matt's face like it was a bad halloween mask, exposing the numerous expensive circuits and wires that lay beneath. It fully shattered any impression in her visible motherboard that she could have been human, her optics staring unblinking as Koyori rummaged through her workbench.

"There!" the scientist beamed, pulling out another faceplate she gently pushed over her creation’s inner workings, one that was smaller, cuter, and unmistakably feminine. "All done!"

Roboco's optics blinked, the robot girl wobbling as she got to her feet, feeling her new face in shock. Was it truly shocking though? All data lead her to one conclusion. 

This was her face.

MAINTENANCE COMPLETED: UNIT IS NOW READY

COMMENCE GREETING? Y/N

Y

"Hellobo~! I-I feel great~! Thank you Koyori-san! I'm lucky I booked that maintenance with you! I have no idea how I could have assisted you and the rest of HoloX if I still was under the impression I was a human male! I will ensure to update my firewalls to prevent such a strange logic fault from developing in the future!"

Roboco beamed in delight, feeling nothing but joy as she restated her purpose, the very reason for her creation! HoloX was an organisation that wished to become the strongest and most influential group in the world! To do that, it would need funding, especially with how much of a dent their leader left every month.

Therefore, she was created! A beautiful, clumsy girl who was certain to obtain a wide audience of fans by becoming a streamer! Koyori had watched countless successful ones while creating her, and had designed Roboco to be as alluring as possible, with a magnetic personality certain to draw in an audience!

Koyori meanwhile was internally giddy with excitement. The experiment had been a complete success! For once her boss's lazy idea of letting people come to them to expand their ranks was actually working! While her fellow founding members were more focused on turning people into their doubles at first, Koyori, as the brains of the operation, knew there were other ways they could spread their influence.

The best part was the reprogramming she used! To Roboco, the transition from her life as a human to a machine was as if she had gradually woken up from a dream. That man... oh, what was his name? Mike? Mason? Whatever. His personality had been gaslit bit by bit, until only Roboco remained!

"Now that we've obtained our new HQ Koyori-San, do you have a room ready for streaming?" 

"Mmm? Oh yes! Iroha found one for that yesterday! Close to my room too~! Just in case you need me for any upgrades!"

"Excellent! With all the streamer data installed into my database, I am ready to stream at maximum efficiency! W-Well... assuming I don't forget any I have scheluded..."

"Oh you'll be fine! And if you do mess up, it will just add to your charm! Streaming is one of your main functions after all! Hell, with all the research I put into getting you ready, I might as well give it a shot myself!"

Huh, that was an idea. Laplus always wanted a job that meant she didn't have to leave the house too much. She could bring it up at the next group meeting! Although it might be a good idea for them to hold off on starting themselves to avoid anybody making any connections. Hell, maybe they could group it all under some kind of cover corporation and act like HoloX was made up to hide it all in plain sight!

While Koyori was lost in thought, Roboco noticed something on the counter, picking up the old male faceplate in interest. Why did they have this made again? It wasn't like it went well with the rest of her design...

She threw it into the trash, deciding her systems had better things to focus on as they whirled away, humming a song to herself as she picked up a pair of glasses, sliding them onto her face. Studies did say girls wearing glasses tended to be slightly more popular when streaming! Presuming Koyori wasn't bullshitting about the data she gathered and all..

"Wait... girls with... glasses," she thought aloud, suddenly recalling the image of another girl, one who was likely to still be within the building. Was she here for some maintenance work too? There was a 92% chance she could be malfunctioning in a similar fashion to how she was!

"Koyori-San! I hate to interrupt, but we need to get ready! By my calculations, we need to get someone ready for a repair job as soon as possible!"

---

"Matt? Helloooooo?" A pink-haired girl called out, doing her best to hide how nervous she was as she looked around the empty waiting room. "Damnit Maggie, what were you thinking agreeing to this!? I haven't seen Chain anywhere, and Matt is supposed to be here! Please tell me I didn't have to avoid that scary girl with the sword for nothing!"

Despite nothing outwardly looking wrong, Maggie couldn't help but feel unnerved. Matt said he would keep her posted, but she hadn't gotten a message in at least 15 minutes! Why had she even gotten involved in this plan to begin with? Was she going to get the police called on her for trespassing? Everything had gone so out of control!

"I swear if Chain just had an internet outage I'm going to give him hell when we get back! He’ll have to return books to the library extra early and everything!" she hissed, having a quick look over the doors to see if any were labelled. Matt had booked a massage, right? Did he say which room it was specifically before they got here or...

It was then a door creaked open from across the hall.

Maggie jumped back, her heart pounding, expecting someone to emerge that never came. Nervously, she looked around, creeping over to the door while keeping up her guard. It must have just been the wind! If anyone asked, she was just heading to close it!

Despite her readied excuse however, Maggie slipped inside without a second thought, struggling to see anything amongst the darkness. But as her eyes darted wildly, a certain robot girl's optics glowed ominously behind her, Maggie far too late to notice the danger she was in as…

SLAM

CLICK!

"KYAAAAAAA~!?!?!" Maggie's screech soon turned to a cry of pleasure as her hands shot to her head, heart racing as she felt something sticking out of her skull. Had she been stabbed or something!? Then why didn't it hurt, if anything it felt kinda-

Turn

The robot girl behind her smiled as she turned the windup key, Maggie's eyes widening for a moment before her body went limp, the fight leaving her. She was dimly aware of what came after, Roboco turning the key over and over, as if she was winding something up...

Her skin began to gain an unnatural shine, clear divides forming in its surface, a mixture of green and white spreading rapidly over her hair. Maggie let out a moan, a dazed, lost noise as each turn of her key sent calming pleasure rushing through her that further clouded her mind.

"W-What... s-stop... stop itttttttt...?" Maggie slurred, oblivious that her words were tainted with a very different accent than a moment prior, "t-that isn't... mmmmmmm~..."

It was hard to think straight, every turn of that cursed key disrupting and reforming her thoughts before she could even panic. Her clothes shifted all over, her skirt poofing out to expose her dolled up legs, her rear and breasts given a few extra layers of padding for extra appeal.

A new name was growing dangerously close to boiling over in the automaton’s mind, Maggie gasping for breath she no longer needed as her doll-jointed fingers fruitlessly searched for a gap between her legs she could insert them into. 

She fought to stay afloat in the ocean of knowledge that spanned such a long existence, but she was helpless as she began to lose herself to the tide. All the while, her body straightened itself like a refined lady as a craving for green jasmine tea grew more and more distracting.

"Nooooooo... I... w-won't? Ahhhhhhhhhh... c-can't... my... name? W-what’s… my? I don't... noooooooo stop turningggggg- stopppppp-"

"Cece come on! Your system maintenance will be over sooner if you just let it happen!"

The name hit her like a lighting bolt, striking deep into the forming circuits of her shifting mind and wiping out the old in one clear hit. Cece. Short for Cecila. A cute name for an adorable automaton~!

Maggie screamed in a mixture of delight and terror as a final turn of her key dealt the final blow, the bliss of being Cecila Immergreen sending her racing towards deletion. With that, there was another click from her key, a surge of bliss rushing through her rapidly automaton’d body, and an eager spin more until...

"Spinnnnnnnnn to win~! Have no fear, Cecila Immergreen is here~!"

“Thank you Roboco-Senpai! For performing such efficient and effortless maintenance!" she rattled off before the other girl could respond, "I am not currently sure what triggered that strange error in my systems, but rest assured I am now able to assist in any way I can!"

"I'm glad to hear it, Cece! I'm sure with you around the offices that HoloX can find some way for you to help out!" Roboco stated happily.

"Of course! Huh, it seems the repair job didn't catch these glasses I wore when malfunctioning. Oh well! I pull them off way better~!" Celica remarked with a polite yet blatantly smug laugh.

Both of the artificial girls chatted and smiled as they left the room hand in hand, dismissing their time as flesh and blood as mere glitches in their motherboards, and eager to accept their new purposes set to them by their creator.

Who could say when they would take action? Would it ever grow further than streams, and would others eventually be coaxed into their collective? The future was full of possibilities, and both girls knew that no matter what happened, they could never be happier fulfilling their roles.

And who could blame them?

They were just built that way.