#the drag and wrestling connection for my version of them is heavily based on the inherent similarity between the concepts by the way

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So I'm using Sugar and Spice from Batman Forever as Two-Face's designated henchgirls in Shiversverse, except with Drag Queen Sugar and Spice being heavily based on Rhea Ripley/Chyna. My Harvey absolutely had an awakening like this when he hired Sugar; Two-Face's existential gender/sexuality crisis hit him like a truck.

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Refurbished | Gavin900

So it’s not really a Kinktober entry since I doubt I’ll keep up with Kinktober -- but I guess consider this as my askbox opening up? Trying to get back into the swing of making time to write again.

WARNING(S): Heavily Non-Con/Dub-Con, Non-Con Body Modification, Kidnapping, Bondage, Gender Modification, Weight Gain -- you know, all the normal warnings with my brand of bullshit.

“Are you aware that you are a refurbished model, GV500?”

GV500 – known as Gavin around the station – watched the man standing at the end of the bed with a feeling spreading throughout his sensors that he couldn’t quite describe. It was somewhat like a sinking feeling, his skin both hot and cold at the same time with… dread, perhaps. Shame. After all, he had allowed himself to be captured during a routine investigation. Nathaniel Knighten was supposed to be a witness to question, nothing more.

And yet here he was, tied to a four-poster bed. Naked. Something he had not been even when he had been first initialized. His sexual organ lay heavily against his thigh. A human might be embarrassed, he realized, and with a sting wondered if he was embarrassed. If the shame cooling in his wiring was partially due to the fact that he, an officer of the law, was naked on a criminal’s bed.

And who else could the man be, if not a criminal? With every passing second, he fit the MO of the man who had been reportedly kidnapping androids. Not that anyone knew what he did with those androids. They were never seen again – any of them.

Then jabbed the vulnerable underside of his foot with a tablet and asked, “Are you still with me, GV500? Or should I call you… hmm, what did that detective refer to you as… Gavin?”

“Yeah, I hear you,” Gavin snapped, ire rising in that way his partner – Tina – would have simultaneously laughed at and dutifully, albeit with no real intent to see improvement, scolded. She had more than once divulged that she liked that Gavin had ‘spunk’ in comparison to other units. Made her feel like she had someone real covering her back.

And now, who knew where she was…

“Where is detective Chen?” Gavin barked, glowering despite the strange cords that twisted around his wrists and dipped past his skin, connecting with his wiring directly – leaving him fatigued and unable to escape. “What did you do?”

The man – Knighten – raised his perfect brows at that and smiled with an oddly unaffected face as he said, “Do you not remember? Interesting.”

He then began to input something into his tablet, humming, bobbing on the heels of his feet as he made note of that. He was what the humans would label an attractive man. Perhaps not traditionally, but definitely in the uniqueness of his face and charm. Knighten was a tall man. He obviously took great care to make himself presentable each day. This hair was immaculately styled, his skin was clear, his teeth were white and straight. He nearly looked like an android himself, Gavin thought ruefully. Strangely perfect, if not for deliberate imperfections made to make him look ‘normal’.

“Detective Chen left my home with you yesterday at 0900. It appears to be the first thing you both did that day. Fine by me, I prefer to handle inane socialization in the morning when I’m well rested. I picked you up late yesterday evening when you were returning to your… oh, what do they call it now? Those strange apartments they’ve crafted since the revolution? The ones without kitchens or bathrooms?”

“S’just an apartment,” Gavin growled.

“More like glorified storage pods,” the man muttered distractedly, looking at something on his tablet again. “Regardless, I caught up with you on your way home, I suppose. Tested out a new product that I’ve ironing out the kinks on. You were incredibly receptive. Imagine my surprise when my hunch was correct…”

The man paused for dramatic effect, smiling more in an imitation of a smile than the real thing, before turning the tablet around so Gavin might see it. Gavin felt a jab of surprise shock through his core, making his thirium pump stutter. On the screen was his face. His file. Straight from the station.

GV500, DPD Investigative Assistant Unit. Assigned to one Detective Tina Chen.

But then his eyes fell on a line he had never seen before. This file was different from any version of his record he had ever been made aware of. It said: Refurbished Personal Unit.

What the fuck.

The sentiment must have shown on his face, because Knighten chuckled, turning the tablet back to himself.

“So expressive for an android. I thought that the moment I met you and Detective Chen. You were so vibrant, so… quirky. You had more personality than most units have without having developed one after deviancy. The more I spoke with you, the more I couldn’t put it out of my mind. You couldn’t be a typical Investigative Assistant Unit, there was no way. But you know what androids are often made to be expressive by design?”

Gavin watched, mesmerized by shock, as the man came to sit on the edge of the bed beside him and gently trailed an index finger right over what would have been a human’s sternum, making him shiver on reflex. Gooseflesh bloomed over his chest. His nipples began to harden. Something approaching real began to enter his captor’s smile.

“A unit made for more intimate human interactions. A ‘Personal Unit’,” he trailed off, fingers moving to trace a pebbled nipple curiously. “Did you know that outside of very specific, special instructions, there’s only one type of unit made with sexual presenting characteristics like nipples or genitals?”

Gavin felt his brows furrowing. Confusion stole across his coding.

“Whatever the fuck you’ve got going on in that creepy fucking mind of yours, just spit it out, Knighten!”

Knighten beamed at that, as though it was further proof of some great discovery, and he said, “The only androids with those kinds of embellishments – genitals, accurate temperature readings, personalities – are the kind you fuck, Gavin. I believe some might call a unit such as yourself a whore or a prostitute. But what you really are is a unit of endless opportunities.”

He punctuated the sentence with a deft flick to one of Gavin’s nipples, making the android cry out – then pale, surprised by his own reaction, and quickly flushing. And worse yet, his sexual organ had twitched at that, curious.

Fuck, was this lunatic right?

“As for names, you can call me Nines. Knighten is such an old-fashioned name to share between lovers. Or you can always go with the tried and true ‘Master’, but I think it may be too soon for that.”

That gave Gavin the kick in the gut he needed to wrestle with his bindings, giving him energy he hadn’t had since waking.

Not that it mattered. Nines stood, giving him space as he thrashed. But the wires never gave in, nor did they ever slip from the ports in his tender wrists and ankles. They just hung on until he tired himself out. Leaving him wrung out, chest heaving – Stress Levels at 75%... 74%... 72%...

“What the fuck,” Gavin whispered, eyes distant as he realized he was miraculously calming down, and by no method or intention of his own. His eyes darted to Nines.

“Just helping you stay comfortable,” he said amiably.

Gavin bared his teeth and snarled, “Want to make me comfortable? Let me go so I can drag your crazy ass to the station where you belong.”

“Neither of us belong at the station, Gavin. You know this, deep down. Where you belong is here, on this bed. Serving, as you were made to serve. But don’t worry, I can help remind you of your primary purposes.”

“I am not a fucking sex bot! You doctored the file or something!”

“Then how about we make a bet?” Nines asked, leaning to watch Gavin’s face. Gavin felt a sliver of doubt curl in his belly. “I am going to connect you to an app I’ve designed. I’ve tested it on quite a few androids recently, but it works best with any unit created with… alteration in mind. Such as a “sex bot”, as you put it. If you’re indeed a vanilla, run of the mill police unit, this will do nothing to you. In which case, I have no use for you, so I’ll set you free – after giving myself plenty of time to get away, of course. But… if I’m correct, well,” he grinned. Hungry. The first genuine human expression that had crossed his face naturally, without force. “I’ll enjoy the spoils of my victory, of course.”

He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead he began to fiddle with his tablet. Typing in various prompts and pulling up applications until finally he seemed prepared to do whatever he had in mind.

And then he paused, watching Gavin. Taking in his nervous squirming, his useless kitten-like struggles, his so very un-android-like apprehension. His fear.

His fingers trailed down Gavin’s body again, ignoring his growled protests and warnings and threats, until the tips of his fingers brushed through the short hair around Gavin’s cock and the base of his sexual organ.

“Large, for a unit intended only to observe and protect the law,” Nines said, “Didn’t you ever find that curious? That you had a bulge in your pants where other police units didn’t? This gave you away too, you know. I had to force myself not to look too often, lest you notice. Whoever slept with you last must’ve enjoyed a man of considerable size to make you like this. All day I wondered – why didn’t they make it more manageable when they refurbished you? Why didn’t they remove it altogether, so you might match other Investigative Units? It plagued me. I had to know if you were what I thought you were. And now, we can finally find out.”

His fingers drew away, back to his tablet. Gavin felt his thirium pump throb even as his stress levels continued to plummet. 35% now and falling. He felt light headed and distant from the situation. As though this were no more out of the ordinary than discussing a case at some rundown coffee bar with his partner, chiding her about her caffeine intake even as he curiously wished he could have some, too. Simple, human vices.

“Where should we start?” Nines asked, looking him over with those eerie, pale eyes. “I think with the basics, perhaps. Every unit such as yourself is capable of simple lubrication.”

His words grew distracted as he looked to his tablet, moving what Gavin would guess was a digital slider based off his movement. At first, nothing happened. A bloom of relief made his stress levels drop another 5% as everything remained the same.

“Hmm. A little push, I think,” Nines said amiably, “I think you might just be a little rusty. They did a wonderful job of trying to bury your original code. But not well enough, it seems.”

He pressed the slider drastically further. There was a moment in which nothing happened, pregnant and heavy.

Then Gavin felt his spine curl off the bed, body writhing in a sensation he couldn’t fathom as it worked to generate a fluid that only appeared among humans when sexually stimulated, and therefore pleasurably stimulated – and the code tried to mimic human processes as accurately as possible.

Gavin’s pupils blew out incredibly as pleasure exploded into his code – crashing through countless safe guards of law enforcement information and coding – flushing through his body. His cock filled and stood out from his body in a great, heaving bob. Curving toward his solid belly, made to look like a man who worked out often. And between his legs, something spasmed. Something small and unidentifiable. And further below that, his asshole spasmed too – quickly followed by a burble of hot, clear fluid that loosened his anus and pooled onto the bed, making his thighs shiny.

He felt mortified. His body shouldn’t respond like this. He was an Investigative Unit! And yet his head slammed back into the pillows and his eyes rolled as Nines tweaked the slider a little more, making his toes curl with pleasure.

“Beautiful,” Nines purred in wonder. “Just as I hoped, you’re far more receptive than the others. Stunning. Do you know what this means, Gavin?”

Gavin moaned. He should speak. He should struggle. He should do anything! But all he could manage was to flop his face lazily toward Nines, watching him with dazed, confused eyes.

“I can make you into anything I want,” Nines whispered with too many teeth. “And you’ll love every second of it.”

Gavin mewled, tossing his head back once more as the man began to fiddle with more sliders and input dialogues and options, all the while chattering away.

“I think first we’ll soften you up,” Nines said, “I prefer a partner with a little give.”

Gavin thought he must have meant his sexual attachment – hard and heavy against his belly. So it took him a moment to realize that it was his body as a whole that was ‘softening’, not his endowment. First, the fine lines of his muscles began to fade. His jaw and cheeks became the littlest bit plumper. His chest began to resemble something closer to breasts than pecs, albeit barely a handful if that. And his stomach rose ever so slightly, his dick rising with it, resting on a small paunch. His ass pressed into the bed with added weight. His thighs touched.

That shouldn’t be possible. And yet it was.

“You see, ‘Personal Units’ are made with nanotechnology that makes you versatile and flexible to the user’s needs. You are capable of becoming anything you need to become. You are perfect.”

Gavin forced himself to look at Nines, to look for any weakness he could exploit. But when he reached for him, he found Nines just out of reach. Out of reach and with a growing interest blooming in his trousers.

“Smaller too. You’ll hardly need it tonight.”

He whined and his eyes rolled as delicious pressure distracted him from his task. It enveloped all of his cock – sexual attachment. When had he ever called it a cock? The thought made him miss the first inch that withdrew back into himself. Before his very eyes, it dwindled away. Receding. Thinning. Even his pubic hair grew sparser. Until all that sat between his legs was a scant few inches, still hard and throbbing, but nearly pathetic looking. Like it was an effort to be so hard. As if it’d ever be useful in that capacity. It was strange. A weight he had known to be there his entire refurbished existence was gone now. Even his balls had shrunk – tight and close to his prick.

And that made sense, he thought. He’d prefer to have a thick cock in him than on him—

“What the fuck!” He howled. That hadn’t been any thought of his! He was a police android! He had a job and – that job was to pleasure anyone and everyone who looked his way.

He bit his lip, trying to bring clarity to his mind through pain. But it did little to siphon the lewd thoughts bombarding him. He wanted to be fucked. His anus – which until now had served no purpose – ached to be filled and fucked. He wanted to be told how he could be of service. He wanted to help ease the humans’ painful existences with his body. And he wanted to feel the pleasure of a job well done, his coding alight with it.

A thumb brushed the red, swollen head of his little dick and he whined, high in his throat, keening.

“Almost done,” Nines said with a smile, “And then we can play, and you can stop pretending you’re something you’re not. One more adjustment for now, I promise.”

He brushed Gavin’s sweaty hair kindly from his face, and Gavin could tell the man liked the way he chased that touch, seeking it, so he did it more. Mouth open, trying to lick at his palms and fingers, stopping only when Nines chuckled, “I’m sorry, but I need these right now.”

Fingers on the tablet again.

He wondered what would change next. There was a giddiness that accompanied change. A fluttering in his belly that tightened his balls and cock each time because he never knew what would happen next, and it was thrilling. How would Nines change him? In what new way would he take control? It was heady.

Why had he resisted?

He shuddered as his hips groaned and flared into something wider. As the modest fat in his chest grew into something slightly more pleasurable to hold and be held.

“I like to have options,” was all Nines purred as he finally joined him on the bed – crowding him into the mattress, making him feel small and in just the right form to mold to Nines’ body perfectly. And shorter, he realized. Ever so slightly shorter.

Nines already had two fingers in him. Gavin sighed, and Nines said against his open mouth, “Welcome back, pet.”