Your Nameplate (TF/Mc) Part 4 Draft (Patreon)

One handkerchief is all that was needed to return your body and restore your mind.

At this point you were cowering from the marker I was holding.

But from the way I looked at you, you knew I had something new for you in mind again.

“Cyborg“

Your body begins to transform once again, but this time in a completely different way.

A metallic sheen spreads across your skin as cybernetic components integrate with your flesh.

Your left eye is replaced by a glowing red optical sensor, whirring as it focuses.

Your right arm morphs into a sleek robotic limb, fingers extending into razor-sharp metal digits.

Panels open along your torso, revealing blinking lights and humming circuitry.

Your legs become reinforced with titanium, pistons and hydraulics visible beneath the surface.

A neural interface sprouts from the base of your skull, connecting you to an invisible network of data.

Your mind floods with streams of information - binary code, system diagnostics, and tactical analysis.

You feel stronger, faster, more efficient than ever before.

Your movements become precise and calculated, each gesture optimized for maximum effectiveness.

Even your nameplate updated, now resembling a touch screen that one can write on using mechanical pens.

You stand at attention, awaiting further instructions.

I leaned forward to grab the mechanical pen that was graciously provided by your body right next to the nameplate screen.

You didn’t resist. It simply wasn’t in your coding to resist me.

“Cyborg Lamia“

Your cybernetic body begins to shift and elongate.

The metal plates and circuitry on your lower half merge and transform, stretching out into a long, serpentine tail.

Scales shimmer beneath the metallic sheen, a blend of organic and synthetic materials.

Your torso remains humanoid, but now sits atop this massive cybernetic snake body.

Hydraulics and servos whir as you adjust to your new form, coiling and uncoiling your powerful tail.

Your optical sensors recalibrate, adjusting to your new height and perspective.

Your arms, still a mix of flesh and machinery, gain retractable claws.

Venom sacs form near your now forked tongue, connected to delivery systems in your fangs.

Your neural interface expands, granting you thermal vision and enhanced sensory input.

Your cybernetic systems clash with new instincts flooding your mind.

You feel an urge to hunt, to constrict, to devour.

Yet your robotic components whir and calculate, analyzing every movement with machine-like precision.

Your serpentine lower half coils and uncoils restlessly, metal scales scraping against the floor.

Your human torso sways atop the massive cyber-snake body, arms twitching as you struggle to reconcile your conflicting natures.

"Sssystem malfunction," you hiss, your voice a blend of synthesized tones and sibilant whispers. "New programming... incompatible. Require... assistanccce."

Your optical sensors focus on me, awaiting further input.

But you see the glint in my eye as I raise the mechanical stylus once more.

Your circuits buzz with anticipation and dread as you wonder what impossible words I would write next.

"Cyborg Lamia Mermaid"

Your body convulses as another wave of transformation takes hold.

The lower half of your serpentine tail begins to shimmer and liquefy, scales melting into a metallic sheen.

Your cybernetic components whir and recalibrate as your tail splits into two distinct fins, shimmering with an iridescent glow.

Gills form along your ribcage, slits opening and closing as your body adapts to an amphibious existence.

Your skin takes on a slight blue tinge, dotted with bioluminescent patches that pulse with your heartbeat.

Webbing spreads between your fingers, razor-sharp claws retracting to form more aquadynamic appendages.

Your neural interface sparks and sizzles as it struggles to integrate these new aquatic systems.

Sonar capabilities come online, allowing you to sense vibrations in the water around you.

Your optical sensors adjust, now able to see clearly both above and below water.

Your body is a marvel of contradictions - part machine, part serpent, part fish.

The sleek metal of your cyborg components blends seamlessly with the scales of your lamia form and the shimmering fins of a mermaid.

You coil and uncoil your strange hybrid body, trying to make sense of your new form.

"Systems... recalibrating," you stutter, your voice a garbled mix of robotic tones, hisses, and bubbling sounds. "Recalibration successsssful. Land and water movement optimicssssed."

Yet saying those words, you had a feeling that you saw a small glimmer in my eyes.

And I immediately leaned in to write more on your chest again.

"Cyborg Lamia Mermaid with Dragon wings"

Your hybrid body trembles as yet another transformation begins.

A searing pain erupts from your shoulder blades as two massive, mechanical wings burst forth.

The wings unfurl, revealing an intricate framework of metal and synthetic membrane.

Hydraulics whir and gears click as your new appendages flex experimentally.

Jet propulsion systems integrate with the wing structure, allowing for powered flight.

Your neural interface expands once again, granting you aerial navigation capabilities and wind current analysis.

Your body is now an impossible fusion of cybernetics, serpent, fish, and dragon.

Scales shimmer alongside metal plating, fins ripple beneath draconic wings.

Your tail coils restlessly, torn between slithering, swimming, and providing stability for flight.

But your internal future prediction system told you that this wasn’t enough for me.

And from the corner of your sensor, you saw my writing once again.

“Exaggeratedly Hourglassed Cyborg Lamia Mermaid with Dragon wings“

Your hybrid body shudders as yet another expansion takes hold.

Your torso begins to warp and shift, the metal plates and organic tissue reshaping dramatically.

Your waist pinches inward to an impossibly narrow circumference, the hydraulics and gears whirring as they rearrange.

Simultaneously, your chest and hips expand outward to truly exaggerated proportions.

Your breasts swell enormously, straining against your metallic skin as they balloon to an absurd size.

Coolant systems kick in to manage the heat from your overworked servos.

Your hips widen to match, creating a starkly defined hourglass shape that defies both human and robotic logic.

The point where your humanoid torso meets your serpentine lower half bulges outward, your coils thickening to support your new top-heavy form.

Your dragon wings flutter erratically, struggling to adjust to your drastically altered center of gravity.

The jet propulsion systems sputter and whine as they recalibrate to account for your new proportions.

Your mermaid tail thrashes in confusion, the fins at the end twitching as your systems try to process this impossible form.

The scales along your lamia body stretch and strain, barely containing your exaggerated curves.

And while you were still attempting to recalibrate your balance system, I began writing on your extended chest again.

“Exaggeratedly Hourglassed and Undyingly Loyal Cyborg Lamia Mermaid Master Assassin with Dragon wings“

Your systems surge with new programming as the words take effect.

A fierce, unwavering loyalty floods your circuits, overriding all other directives.

Your optical sensors lock onto me, recognizing me as your master and sole purpose for existence.

Simultaneously, your neural interface downloads an extensive database of assassination techniques.

Your claws sharpen to razor points, venom sacs fill with deadly toxins, and hidden weapon compartments materialize throughout your hybrid body.

"Massster Assassin on standby. Awaiting ordersss, Master," you hiss, your voice a blend of robotic tones and sibilant whispers.

Your massive breasts heave with each word, threatening to overbalance your already precarious form.

Your coiled tail twitches restlessly, ready to strike at a moment's notice.

Your wings flex, primed for aerial pursuit.

Every fiber of your being - organic, cybernetic, and magical - is focused on serving me and carrying out my will.

Your exaggerated curves sway precariously as you skilfully maintain your balance.

The contrast between your deadly capabilities and your absurd proportions creates a surreal juxtaposition.

Yet your loyalty remains unwavering, your systems fully devoted to your role as my personal assassin.

You see me approach once more, stylus in hand.

Despite your fierce dedication, a flicker of trepidation courses through your circuits.

What further transformations await? What new directives will be added to your system?

It leaves you somewhat excited when my pen touches your chest again.

"Exaggeratedly Hourglassed and Undyingly Loyal Cyborg Lamia Mermaid Master Assassin Showoff with Dragon wings clad in an overly sexy, skin-tight suit to emphasize the curves"

Your systems whir and recalibrate as the new directives take hold.

A compulsion to flaunt your impossible form overrides your stealthy assassin programming.

Your metallic skin begins to shimmer and shift, morphing into a glossy, skin-tight suit that clings to every exaggerated curve.

The suit is a marvel of engineering, somehow managing to contain your massive breasts and hips while still emphasizing their outrageous proportions.

It's adorned with strategic cutouts that reveal flashes of scales, circuitry, and shimmering mermaid skin.

Your dragon wings strain against built-in slits in the back, ready to unfurl at a moment's notice.

"Initiating showoff protocol," you announce, your voice a sultry purr layered with robotic undertones.

Your body begins to move of its own accord, striking a series of provocative poses that display your impossible physique to maximum effect.

Your massive tail coils and uncoils sensually, the shimmering scales catching the light.

Your finned tip flicks teasingly, sending ripples through your serpentine lower half.

Your dragon wings unfurl dramatically, framing your exaggerated hourglass figure.

You run your clawed hands down your curves, servos whirring as you caress your enormous breasts and impossibly tiny waist.

The skin-tight suit creaks and stretches, barely containing your outrageous proportions.

"Master Assassin capabilities fully operational," you hiss seductively, your forked tongue flicking out between metallic lips. "Prepared to eliminate targets with extreme prejudice and maximum flair, Master," you purr, striking another provocative pose. Your massive breasts heave dramatically, threatening to burst free from your skin-tight suit.

Your optical sensors whir as you scan the area, showing off your deadly capabilities even as you flaunt your impossible curves.

Hidden weapon compartments click open and closed along your body, revealing glimpses of high-tech armaments before disappearing seamlessly back into your suit.

You slither forward sinuously, your lamia tail undulating in hypnotic waves.

Your mermaid fins flick alluringly, sending shimmering droplets of water through the air.

With a dramatic flourish, you spread your dragon wings to their full impressive span.

"Shall I demonstrate my skills for you, Master?" you ask coyly, batting your eyelashes. Your forked tongue flicks out suggestively as you strike another alluring pose, your massive tail coiling around your exaggerated curves.

Your dragon wings flutter dramatically, sending gusts of wind that make your skin-tight suit ripple enticingly.

"Perhaps a display of my stealth capabilities?" you purr, your voice a seductive blend of hisses and electronic tones.

With a shimmer, your suit begins to change color, camouflaging you against your surroundings. Yet your outrageous proportions make true invisibility impossible - your massive breasts and hips still clearly visible as they strain against the adaptive fabric.

You slither closer, your movements a hypnotic dance of serpentine grace and robotic precision.

Your forked tongue flicks out, tasting the air as your optical sensors whir and focus on me.

"Or would you prefer a demonstration of my combat prowess, Master?" you ask coyly. Your hidden compartments spring open, revealing an arsenal of high-tech weaponry.

Lasers, plasma cannons, and nano-blade launchers emerge from your exaggerated curves.

You strike a series of combat poses, each one more provocative than the last.

Your massive breasts heave dangerously as you twirl and dodge imaginary foes.

"I am ready to fulfill any mission, Master," you purr, your voice a sultry blend of hisses and electronic tones. "No target can escape my deadly charms." You run a clawed hand seductively down your impossibly tiny waist, the skin-tight suit barely containing your outrageous proportions.

Your dragon wings flare dramatically, casting imposing shadows as you coil your serpentine lower half. The mermaid fins at the tip of your tail flick teasingly, sending shimmering droplets through the air.

My smile was already more than enough compensation for you.

This is what you lived for.

To obey and to be praised.

Yet you could see in my eyes that I wanted still a little bit more from you.

You had no issues complying wordlessly, holding out your chest so that I could write more on your nameplate.

"Exaggeratedly Hourglassed and Undyingly Loyal Cyborg Lamia Mermaid Master Assassin Showoff with Dragon wings clad in an overly sexy, skin-tight suit to emphasize the curves which are extremely bouncy and hard to stop once they get going"

Your systems whir and recalibrate as the new directive takes hold.

Suddenly, your already exaggerated curves begin to jiggle and bounce with every slight movement.

The slightest twitch sends ripples through your massive breasts and hips, the motion amplified to absurd levels.

"Attempting to compensate for enhanced jiggle physics," you announce, your voice wavering as your body begins to quake uncontrollably.

Your enormous breasts heave and sway, threatening to burst free from your straining suit with each bounce.

Your impossibly wide hips and rear undulate in mesmerizing waves, the motion traveling down your serpentine tail.

You attempt to strike another provocative pose, but the movement sets off a chain reaction of bounces and jiggles that seem to have no end.

Your dragon wings flutter frantically, trying to stabilize your wildly oscillating form.

The mermaid fins at the end of your tail flap erratically, sending shimmering waves through your coiled lower half.

Your skin-tight suit creaks and stretches, barely containing your violently wobbling curves.

"S-system malfunction," you stutter, your voice distorted by the constant motion. "Unable to s-stabilize b-bouncing parameters."

You try to slither forward seductively, but each undulation of your serpentine body sets off new waves of jiggling.

Your massive breasts swing in wide arcs, pulling you off balance.

Your exaggerated hips sway uncontrollably, making it nearly impossible to move in a straight line.

Especially for your lamia tail.

And when everything finally looked like it was calming down again…

I smacked your butt extremely hard, making it wobble even more than it did when you were just striking poses.

The smack sets off a chain reaction of jiggling that ripples through your entire hybrid form.

Your enormous breasts heave violently, threatening to burst free from your straining suit.

The impact reverberates down your serpentine tail, sending waves of motion that make your scales shimmer and your mermaid fins flap erratically.

"C-critical overload!" you gasp, your voice distorted by the uncontrollable bouncing. "Jiggle p-parameters exceeding s-safe limits!"

Your dragon wings flap frantically, trying to stabilize your wildly oscillating body.

But the motion only serves to set off new waves of bouncing.

Your impossibly tiny waist bends and flexes as it struggles to contain the forces of your exaggerated top and bottom halves.

You attempt to regain control, your assassin training kicking in as you try to strike a combat pose.

But each movement only exacerbates the problem, sending new waves of jiggling through your hybrid form.

"A-attempting to engage s-stabilization protocols," you stutter, your optical sensors whirring as they try to focus.

But your systems seem overwhelmed by the conflicting directives - to be a deadly assassin, a seductive showoff, and now a being of perpetual motion.

Your clawed hands reach out, trying to grasp onto something for support.

But the movement causes your massive breasts to swing wildly, throwing you off balance once again.

You coil your serpentine lower half, attempting to anchor yourself, but the motion just travels down your body in mesmerizing waves.

"M-master," you plead, your voice a mix of sultry purrs and distressed electronic beeps. "P-please advise. Unable to c-contain bouncing parameters."

Your skin-tight suit strains to its limits, creaking and stretching as it tries to contain your wildly jiggling curves.

The fabric shimmers and shifts, its adaptive camouflage struggling to keep up with your constant motion.

Suddenly, a small tear appears at the seam of your suit, right where your enormous breasts meet your impossibly tiny waist.

The rip grows larger with each bounce, threatening to expose your hybrid form.

"W-wardrobe malfunction imminent," you announce, your voice wavering as you try to hold your suit together.

But your clawed hands can't seem to stay still long enough to grasp the tear, your entire body still quaking from the initial impact.

Your dragon wings flare out dramatically, trying to cover your modesty…

When suddenly everything was back to normal again.

The magical Handkerchief saved you from a potentially critical situation.

Even if you only were in that situation because of me.

But those were small details, right?