(This work was written as a collab with CapnStarisa a few years back)
"Hurry it up twirly brow. I have to get back to the ship."
"What's the rush? Knowing you, you'll get lost for a half hour anyways Marimo head."
Sanji blocked Zoro's slash as they duked it out, the two careful not to hurt any of the machinery while a jingle played in the shut doors to the Egghead Auto Closet. Most of the crew had changed already, but Nami, Robin, Zoro and Sanji still had their turn to go, the others zooming ahead to explore the futuristic island. Zoro had planned to just walk in and get changed before heading back, but Sanji had put his foot down. Partly because of chivalry and determination to let Nami and Robin go first, but there was also no way he'd let Zoro get even a glimpse of anything if he couldn't. Besides it was only two minutes from start to finish though Sanji's lips curled into a perverted smile when he imagined all those arms stripping and dressing the two beauties inside.
DING
"All done! Enjoy your Egghead uniform!"
"There see? Easy. Now just pick your outfit, or do you need me to find the buttons for you?"
"Shut up!"
Zoro didn't want any coddling, though it took him a few tries to find where you even picked the outfits, one of his hilts pressing against a button marked "Copy Recent."
Sanji himself was in a rush, having looked at the catalogue of what the outfits were and he very much needed to see Nami and Robin in those showy looking designs. The future clearly knew what was up if that was how all the ladies would dress. While he was hugging himself and murmuring a fantasy of "Nami-Swaaan's" and "Robin-Chaaaaan," his finger just barely missed the vacation shirt hoodie option, slamming into the "Copy Recent" button as the doors slammed shut, two sets of mechanical grabbers suddenly pulling them up roughly.
"Huh? I didn't even get to pick something! Dumb machi- EENNGH."
"Ha hit the wrong thing idi- GAHH!"
Both did as they immediately found out as the closet ensured everything was copied over.
As the two were forced into the air, their immediate efforts were thwarted, the simplistic circular grippers that had locked around them intensely determined with their grip, any wrestling or yanking only resulting in wasted effort. Sanji learned this quickly enough to try and conserve some for later, but Zoro was too stubborn to give up as he continuously pulled in every which way. This upset the mechanical limbs, calling in reinforcements normally reserved for sea king surgery as separate devices pulled measuring tapes along each of the respective Straw Hats.
BZZZZT
Loud buzzer sounds burst through with nearly every stretch of measuring tape, deeming not even one millimeter correct as the measuring tapes rescinded and the two were pulled into new openings.
"Ah Finally, I'm away from that Moss headed-"
"Ah Finally, I'm away from that skirt chasing-"
Both were soon disappointed as the compartment they were lifted into was again shared, earning a groan of deep seeded annoyance from both. As if sensing their guards lowering, gloved hands spawned from practically every surface of this chamber, Sanji's eye's shooting open just barely quick enough to see them coming, but unable to resist their machinations. The hem of his suit was torn, then his pants, everything ripped to shreds as he was stripped bare. Zoro shared the same fate, though it only spurred more desperate struggling from him as his swords clattered to the ground. Stuffing him in some science freak machine was one thing...Taking his swords away, that was another, his teeth gritting as his arms flexed their Haki, some machine surely unable to contain one of the wings of the pirate king.
Sanji typically viewed Zoro as a savage but he had to admit things were getting rather dicey, attempting to buck his tough legs and sending out kicks that rattled the metal uselessly and only earning a few snatches of laughter from his equally trapped rival. This led to a cycle, both of them struggling and mocking the other when they failed, unaware they’d soon be losing that muscle for good…
"How's that Swords for brains? I'll be sure to tell the Crew you got lost in a closet of all things once I'm out of here!"
"As if I'd let you beat me in doing anything besides working a Grill!"
Commencing adjustments
The two wing's snarling expressions towards each other were interrupted by more bulky arms ending in large devices, covered in circular ports and vaguely shaped like legs and arms, each aiming towards Sanji and Zoro respectively before both men's strongest appendages were entrapped in mannequin-like molds. No more kicks or haki slashes allowed. Both men stopped their bickering to grimace at the sight of the weird devices attached to them, neither exactly sure what this had to do with changing clothes.
"H-Hey what the hell are these things- RRGGH!"
Zoro was the first to really feel it, countless rollers and buzzers working while a numbing black spray coated his limbs, his sealed up shoulders unable to get much space to resist as they were pressed together. His torso was flexing, but the haki in his arms wouldn't work, his face twitching in a confused mess of feelings as unseen instruments prodded and squeezed, every sensation numbed except the good ones as the confines of the arm coffins squeezed tighter.
He gave an embarrassing moan as something shifted, both arms now spasming internally as muscle was squeezed tighter, softer, his hands forcibly splayed as callus was sanded off, the black spray tightening as the busy machinery hid the crunchy sounding pops of his fingers stretching longer, his arms shrinking down. It all came with a rhythmic thumping as the confines continued to squeeze to a predetermined mold, the swordsman blushing as the one sword he had left noticeably stiffened with the continuous wrenching pops of his shoulders easing, then rounding. The spray heightened the sensations, moans breaking through grit teeth as muscle melted, a tube filling on the side as his frame compressed.
"What's wrong? These things aren't even that tight. What was all that exercising for sword freak? Just for sh-OHH~?"
The molds encasing Sanji's legs were much more roomy, especially higher up, but that was by design. He would only start feeling as chill pricks of cold pierced across his skin, tubes filling with orange fluid as something pumped in, his toes twitching inside their restraints as he began to moan.
His low moans heightened to an embarrassing yelp as two nozzle tipped pumps reached the tender meat of his thighs. They reached in and pushed against the firm musculature, finding it tough but having no problem piercing with a few pneumatic hisses. Unlike the others, the piercing sensations came with a warmth explained by the clear sound of air pumps being eagerly pressed by a machine hidden under the tangle of metal arms. Bloated bubbles rippled down the pipeline as they surged towards the injectors, Sanji giving one last grimace as he tried to prepare himself for whatever was heading his way, but not without one last intense struggle. It was all in vain as the bubble sank into the leg molds, the air-like swells transitioning straight into his thighs. Intense shocks ran through his legs, alien and horny, his thighs bloating out by nearly an inch on each side as heat pushed out. Muscle turned soft and plush from the inside out, a blush emerging from his cheeks as the heat radiated past the frames and into his sausage, making it intensely stiff as it felt like it was being slow roasted. Bubble after bubble pumped into his legs, endlessly pushing his thighs outward as they pulled taut, the air straining his skin as copious amounts of blonde hairs pushed out his pores.
It was an opposing shift, Sanji’s legs growing thick and curvy while Zoro's own arms drummed and compressed massively. Biceps were battered down into lithe limbs with frail forearms, rollers working hard to scrape the callouses off his well trained fingers and palms. Sprayers added a mix of exfoliators and moisturizers, eager to work the sprayed solution into the skin to remove his sun kissed complexion and any flaws not noted in the most recent file.
Sanji felt like he was at least in a better position, his legs feeling weaker sure, but unlike Moss head he still had his calves and feet free! Getting ready to just flex with everything he's got and snap these off set off plenty of sensors monitoring his blood flow and tension, quickly inflating his thighs to the outer edges of the casings right on time. Rollers squeezed his legs inwards, forcing his cock into a thighjob, his calves and feet tingling before the casing let out a hiss as excess air and hair were pushed out simultaneously. The casing crushed down to the previous settings, Sanji's legs struggling to resist as the serum from earlier did its work. It was like its own orgasmic release, the muscle collapsing, his feet scrunched and wriggling as they lost their strength and feminized from lethal weapons made to kick, to only being suitable to a flirty strut in heels.
"Hah...Hah...Where's all that big talk now Whirly brow?"
"Oooh....When I get outta this I'm gonna show that stupid face of yours what's wha-"
Their bickering was interrupted as the Casing's dropped off of them, revealing Zoro's now beautiful lithe arms with only meager patches of muscle that served to bolster their new femininity. All his callouses and scars had been replaced by perfectly smooth skin ending in manicured nails atop slender fingers with delicate palms. Sanji's legs were equally as changed, delicate feet leading into slim, long legs that curved out in a peachy thickness, forcibly rubbing his cock with every minute squirm. But pleasure was secondary, alarm bells ringing as he clocked Zoro’s new arms instantly. He had a photographic memory for cooking and women and he could hardly believe what he was seeing on that unworthy marimo’s body.
"Robin-chan's slender digits! Those are hers! I'd never miss that exquisite slender finger length! What are you doing getting her arms on your grimey body moss head?!"
"Could say the same thing about those legs you're sporting! Those things are just as big as Nami's and they fit you like that comb over YOU call a hair cut does!"
Their bickering left them ignorant of two wide cupped apparatuses slowly lining up, honing in on Zoro’s rear and Sanji’s chest, the double plungers locked and loaded.
"Don't you dare mock me with Robin-Chan's body! I only like it when she does th-AHHHT~!"
"Stop lying I can clearly see you're liking it you pervert-EHHHHHHD~?!"
THMMP THMMP
Sanji's plungers were double action, first pulling in two large circles onto his bare chest as tiny microneedles affixed them to his body, the handles pressing down as immense pressure built up, pulling at his flat pecs as his face curdled up in pain, twisting to confusion as a second set of tiny plungers launched to perfectly clamp around his nipples. Two needles poked into his nips, orange fluid emptying as he gave a conflicted groan, the flesh instantly hardening as small electric shocks rolled into his nips, burning away all hair as his areolas widened under the mini plungers as they began to greedily suck.
Zoro meanwhile was trying to see what was even happening, feeling something rubbery squeeze against his ass before feeling a tremendous pull grab at his cheeks, the intense back and forth when they smacked down sending shocks to his prostate as he couldn't help but moan. He didn't understand what was happening, but as the pleasure continued to build he gradually went limp, unable to even flex as the unseen plungers sucked and sucked at his stubborn cheeks. There was a bit of burn as the muscle began to tear, his teeth gritting as fibers snapped and softened. The cycling down and up slowly mashed it to fit the pounding half spheres till their downward presses began to spank the tender, fattening shapes of his ass.
The two rivals were left in the awkward position of facing one another as they both struggled to hold back alien bliss, Sanji the most determined even as his cock throbbed as his thick nipples were pinched, ecstatic shocks radiating outwards as the handles pulled back roughly. They slapped down again, his nipples pulling and flattening with the plunger's movement, his pecs bloating with each smack as nerves tripled, a warm, feminine arousal building as his pecs rose.
For once, the two really were in sync, the shifting men groaning in unison as the plungers kept up the steady process of pumping their flesh with gusto. The layered plunging on Sanji's chest turning his burly but unremarkable pecs into rapidly expanding breasts that would make splendid pockets for any pick pocketed goods between their hefty cleavage. For years Sanji had imagined playing with Nami’s nipples, and now he was getting to experience their every intimate detail, his plumpened nips being tugged into wider areola that with every push of fluid into them, gained another tier of sensitivity unlike anything the cook had experienced before. Even with his teeth clenched, the rhythmic moans were grunting out, his limits nearly reached.
Zoro didn't fare much better, his endless work outs being undone with the spanks of the plungers clenching and groping harder with each suck, latching onto the tightly knit fibers before unwinding them with each pull outward. Pounds of muscle were being churned, all that mass eagerly converted into fat as the swells of his cheeks doubled, no, tripled in size before the plungers were done. He squealed, feeling something shift deeper as the plunging penetrated his guts, stirring up the swordsman's insides subtly in preparation for what was to come all too soon as tubes jerked and loosened. They both groaned finally, too exhausted to resist as the Machine readied myriads of parts around them.
The plungers pried off with a resounding POP. Leaving Sanji's breasts to wildly flail in the brisk air of the compartment, Zoro's butt similarly wobbling out its confines as both men's cocks let out a thick spurt from the more literal release, neither given a moment to rest as the machine carried on. It was a simple maneuver, both sets of plungers rotating in a circle, aiming towards the other in a promise of reciprocity neither could even begin to ready themselves for.
"Isn't a pair of breasts more than enough?! I can do without the- MMMPTH"
"I’ll slice every last one of you if you don’t let me out of this damned thing! Don't even think about- OOOGHHH~!"
The Machine seemed intent on mirroring them, the two moaning, cumming targets far more agreeable than before and the bits of internal damage from their earlier struggling had already fixed itself in time to keep them on track. Familiar devices snapped around Sanji's arms and Zoro's legs respectively as the familiar processes repeated, though much faster given the lack of resistance from either Pirate. Both men were utterly ravaged, their muscle mass compressed and unwound to nothing, feminine fat replacing bulging muscle as burly limbs squeezed down to the lithe, effeminate sexiness that Nami and Robin's heels and dresses were always designed to highlight. They had barely anything left besides their pride, the two “men” sneering at the other’s leaking cock, tensing up to deliver their insults without moaning.
"Looks like you're giving up?"
"Ah, Look who's given up."
"Screw you! Look who's talking!"
"Given up?! Look in the mirror!"
The two's bickering continued, the machine the only thing able to interrupt as two molds readied themselves at the men's sides. Their inner compartments had matching slots that seemed far too small to fit either of the men's mid sections, not that the machine cared. As it had proved repeatedly, biological limits were mere suggestions as it raised up svelte compartments with absurd inwards dips worthy of a super model, or in this case, a burglar and an architect. With only a slight whirr and click as a warning the halves slammed together, mashing the air out of both men with a cartoonish KE-KLANG as their waists were trapped and held steady, a black specialized spray blasting inside as their cores spasmed and popped.
Despite their best efforts, there was no holding back the moans, the massaging rollers pressing against the goo, their muscles buzzing as the structure broke down, all that toned muscle softening in a process that felt beyond orgasmic as their cocks twitched like mad. A separate sprayer detached from the outside, their open, squealing mouths an easy target as white and black spray angled directly into their throats, moans turning to half coughed sputters as they struggled to speak. Zoro's cries sounded sultrier with a husky maturity while Sanji squirmed hearing the sound of Nami's pleasured cries eking from his lips like some kind of twisted wet dream.
"Ahhhhhgh s-stop moaning l-hiiiike thahhht you stupid- NNGH~!"
The spray was making everything tremble, Sanji's innards feeling like a thick soup being stirred, his tits jiggling as his cock was on the verge of erupting. He could feel the pressure pushing against his sides, rumbling against his back, tight sprayed on spandex squeezing against half melted muscle just looking for an exit as it all seemed to build behind his cock. Zoro was in a similar situation, his brow tensed in concentration as he struggled not to let go, his own pecs swelling slightly from the pure excess, his balls pulling tight from the earlier reshaping, softly rubbing against his internals. But despite that, it was hearing Robin and Nami's orgasmic cries that made Sanji give first, the cook screaming as everything burst out his cock.
"GAAAAAAAAAWD AHHN AHHH~!"
The frame shaper slammed again, his waist unable to resist this time as it popped into absurd curves, his nipples hard as his height shrank inch by messy inch, his cock spewing out everything masculine it could as Nami's orgasmic cries hiccuped in ecstasy. He felt dazed and lost as his back snapped, his cock utterly spent as he was left panting in a satisfied, exhausted state, thinning liquid dribbling out his tip as his midsection was coated in white latex.
"S-herves you ri-IIGHH IGHHH AYEEEEE~!"
Zoro couldn't help but mock him, the smugness replaced with his own ecstatic shrieks as the hardening bodysuit squeezed, just a slight relaxing of the muscle between his thighs enough to make him cum as his body shrank. Zoro's changes were even more brutally blissful, his absurd physique biting him in his jiggly ass as pound after pound of muscle was ejected, his spine curving tighter with every thrust as Robin's thick thighs squeezed against his tortured erection.
Over and over he came till even his resistant moans turned to resigned groans as he was rubbed up and down, nipples pinched, his core convulsing, all of it sucking into a perfect hourglass as the thrumming suck of his orgasms finished with an explosive climax. His tubes had already tightened, his hips pulling on them constantly but the endless orgasms had carved out a channel behind his cock, the final pounds of shed muscle pumping out as his balls slurped inside with two wet pops, Zorob's head feeling funny as he had his first taste of penetration, estrogen beginning to course inside his curved, trembling form.
The two had just a moment of respite as they both shivered in the presence of the other, curves wobbling with subtle claps of feminine flesh as Sanji let out high pitched hums of conflicted pleasure. The sight of his own tits tightly wrapped up in the white latex, seeing Zoro's head attached to a Latex sprayed Jacket, innocent air pumps slipping out to Inflate the jacket half into the one that he had photographically memorized seeing it dress Robin in before them. That had to be the most surreal part of this. He'd been in Nami's before, he'd seen this view! Well it wasn’t nearly this intense a process, but… But Zoro turning into Robin… Who gave that whetstone brained moron permission to have such a gorgeous body! But then again he’d get to see her… intimately, that worthless marimo likely to give in and become a horny Robin. The thought brought his spent cock back to a struggling erection as he grit his teeth.
Zorob's dizzied head was not privy to Sanji's concerns, all of his focus zeroed in on the small channel further stirring and spreading inside as his cock oozed out a thin stream. It burned so nicely, his thighs flexing as his balls inverted in two fiery arcs he felt slam into his head. Thinking was never his strongest suit, but each attempt to think ached as his skull softened, blocky shapes eager to round out as femininity spread in insistent, addictive pulses. Sultry groans followed each splash of estrogen replacing the stew of testosterone that had infused his non-stop work out of a life beforehand, fingers shifting slightly to attain a less brutish way of gripping as a delicate demeanor overtook his brutish stance. This was bad, Zorob feeling like he was losing it, needing something to focus on that wasn’t his own shifting mind. He settled on Sanji's lewd stare and the cock standing up all directed towards him as he stuck out his tongue in disgust. "Ugh! Put that thing away! I’ve told you I’m more interested in burly- Ugh just stop being useless you pointless perverted Chef!"
Every insult lashed at Sanji in Robin's voice only fueled his fantasies, the chef struggling to bear hearing her treat him like trash between moans like some dirty talk before his chin fell, his cock throbbed back to life even as another gush of masculinity didn’t stop his stiffy. His bangs grew slightly, his masculinity faring much better than Zorob’s, a fact that the machine noticed as well as latex strips approached their pelvises before the machine paused as gears turned and the machine processed what to do next.
A large screen flashed next to them, the words "Resistant Users have lacked proper Masculinity Drain..." The text crawled into illegible sciencey crap that made the two barely men gulp. "Engaging...Extra measures."
The two heard a whirl of machinery and parts before a microwave ding could be heard, readying two similar devices at their genitals, Sanji's significantly more bulky.
"What is that meant to-"
"Oh that looks interest- Nngh I mean that can’t be g-OOOOHD~?!"
Both feminine voices were aptly cut off by simultaneous jousts from the devices, Sanji's balls suddenly cupped and pushed against his pelvis as his cock was tightly wrapped up in a tube, a strange bumpy sensation surrounding it. Zorob's flaccid cock slipped into a different device as it sealed around the base, lewd gasps accompanying the slight insertion of the base into his shallow slit as the dizziness worsened. Before either could get a word in, the machines whirled to life, the compartment sounding like Sanji's wet dreams as both men were sucked dry.
Sanji's erect shaft was berated by repurposed massage rollers stroking every inch and battering his cock to scientifically programmed perfection, immediately sending his cum out a separate tube as the orgasms were relentless. His balls were sprayed with with a formula not too dissimilar to the one sprayed in his throat, balls churning with an all new chemical that began to surge through her insides as he moaned. It felt different, inwards spasms making his moans sound girlier, his mannerisms feminizing as he could feel his masculinity gushing out.
Zorob was in much the same camp, a milking motion wringing everything left of his rusted sword, the consistent drool of slick cum turning to gushes as another port gently pushed deeper into his balless opening. Every wringing pump thrusted it deeper and deeper, more folds naturally forming as his yet untargeted bones relented in an irreversible process, softening to match his frame.
Now his insides were being thoroughly stirred, earning a low moan as an expectant gap connected above the forming cavern. His cock was shrinking into the device as it continued to wring him out, watery spills of testosterone making Zorobi's lashes flutter in an airy gasp that hardly fit his personality, eyes rolling up as her cock was slowly reduced to a bulging clit. The device thrusted till a gush of nearly all his remaining masculinity erupted, a deep haze settling over his estrogen drowned brain as the machine probed inside him, complex Egghead science molding his mashed up testes into ovaries as her sex spasmed, Zorobi cumming into womanhood.
Sanaji's endless pleasure was similarly depleting, chromosomes twitching to X’s as his balls shriveled, eagerly mutating his testosterone under the abusive layers of mysterious chemicals to their feminine persuasion. Tears of bliss seeped down his face as his cock throbbed against the rollers, constant squeezing from every angle slowly upping the pressure as the chemical made it melt inside. There was no pause, just constant squeezing as his cock ever so slowly thrust into itself, the tip bobbing into the shaft which was grinding into his innards. He couldn’t think, squealing more and more like his fantasy, his masculine pride staying stiff off the high of its own erosion as his head flung back and his body quaked.
"T-Too...Mu-...Muuuuuch~!"
Nami's voice sounding so utterly exhausted and pleasured only made the next releases intensify, something finally giving in as his balls flattened with two muted pops lost under his constant wailing.
Zorobi harmonized, the cock inverter slipping out with a damp pop, latex strips approaching to finish the outfit as they weaved thin straps around her feminized pelvis in a skin tight array. They left no breathing room in her jiggly cheeks, cupping her ass and leaving little to the imagination as additional straps melded to the applied thong as it was sewn to the blown up coat. Orange leggings raised to finish off the ensemble, the Robin clone nearly finished, but nearly wasn’t nearly good enough.
For the first time since they had been strung up facing each other, Zorobi was turned away from Sanami towards a wall where a strange panel emerged. It was a feminine face plate, Robin’s features loaded towards Zoro's blocky face. The exhausted swordswoman couldn't even pretend to offer any resistance, estrogen leaving her brain in a deep foggy haze as she just looked at the plate expectantly, trying her best to drown out Sanami's increasingly high squeals.
"Ohhh~ ohh p-please naaaaht..."
Sanami couldn't believe how loud he was moaning in front of his friend. N-No his rival Robin! Ergh it was so hard to think h-he should have charged first if she was gonna-
"AHHH Ahh N-Naaaami S-S-SwAHHHHN~!"
It was maddening, the rollers pulsing, the pleasure and thought of Nami's thighs swaddling his cock, her tangerine grove filling with his cock making it struggle and throb harder than ever up top. The better it felt the faster it came, estrogen weakening the trembling shaft as the rollers continued to squeeze it in bit by ecstatic bit. His shrunken cock bobbed in and out, struggling to remain a third of its former glory, the machines sensing the resistance as parallel processes activated.
A variety of brushes and a spray can blasted his scalp with a battery of chemicals, everything tingling as combs and brushes worked at his cowlicks and bangs, adding more volume than seemed possible as each rough set of strokes dragged his resistance away. Nami's tangerine colored locks filled his nose with a familiar scent, a light sigh followed by a long, desperate moan as her cock, h-his cock was pushed in another inch.
"Ahhh~ m-my ahh N-Nami-SwaAAAHHN THAT'S SOOO~ Nngh s-sooo cringy ahh no m-my chivalrYYY YY M-My mahhhsculinity ahh ahh it's i-inside of her..."
Yes it was undeniable now, his cock's tip rubbing against thickening folds of flesh, a gurgling wet slurp pistoning his balls from their sunken submission to actively fucking open new paths, ramming into his prostate as the last semen left in his tubes erupted in a slippery spurt. Her labia were gripped around his cock, folds forming like internal rollers that pulled on the stubborn shaft, each suck making the tip redder as the rollers gradually squeezed the malleable organ shut.
Thick veins of orange filled his irises as estrogen surged inside his system, the computers calculating just how long to let the pervy chef's brain marinate till it popped into tangerine pulp. Sanami struggled to even conceptualize himself as a man as the terrible arousal swelled, his tits jiggling, ass shaking, thick, plush thighs and slender limbs all making the inner Nami surge with every frustrated, denied orgasm. H-He needed to be fucked o-or wait at least use something double sided if-
"No I'm a m-maaaaahn~! A-A mAHHHN~! A- OHHH~ MAHHHNN OHHHMAAAAHN~! IIIII'M A WOM-AHHH AHHHHHHH YESSSS~!"
There was another spray can that appeared, finishing off the latex outfit with a pair of panties that squeezed atop her erect clit, the scanty elastic made to resist even sea kings as the bulk of science wrapped around her plump ass and squeezed down on her cock. It didn't matter how hard she resisted, all the feminine urges, this external force bearing down, all it did was drag out the mind shredding orgasm as Anami felt her cock burst inside, a piston thrusting quickly into her new slit as it molded the walls of her vagina. The last shrunken tip pressed into a proper clit before she came as a woman, her irises bursting to two ripe tangerines as her pussy erupted.
Her mind was a mess, her resistance pitiful as her hair was brushed down past her ass, Anami barely even struggling as a small mirror was held up in front of her, letting her watch as tiny arms began the pleasant work of applying makeup. Her genetic code had been replaced so thoroughly it didn't even need the molders, Anami shuddering as femininity seemed to grow with every pleased groan as her lips plumped glossy, a buzzing razor erasing her ugly goatee and her blocky chin while liner and mascara shaped her eyes to Nami's perfect stare. She had to hold onto something, anything, Nami's perfection too powerful, Robin's sultry screams of bliss the last holdout for the perv inside as she remembered who she was.
"D-Dammit even if you make me Nami I'll still love the ladies! I wooohn't nngh let you do this without the proper pay- I mean nngh l-let me go you shitty robot!"
She- Rrgh no no remember he was still a girl inside! Fuck just had to hold on and get back to the console and she could undo this. She didn't want this perv inside her body after- At this point he didn't care if it was Zoro or Robin squealing like his horniest dreams. He just stubbornly waited to be let-
RESISTANCE DETECTED. MENTAL CONFIGURATION INCOMPLETE. APPLYING CONDITIONERS.
"Huh like for hai- RGGH~!"
Before he knew it two futuristic earbuds were slotted against his ears, vibrations thrumming into the deepest depths of his brain, tears streaming down his face as the mirror turned into a screen with a glowing orange spiral.
Zorobi couldn't even speak, his groans muffled as the face plate vacuum sealed to his features before vibrating in a building hum of bliss. He couldn't see, could barely think, his brain shaking as his skull molded as easily as clay as the mask pinched and shifted. Tiny suckers latched onto his lips as they spread into a mold, thickening to a sexy pout as her chin softened. Any hint of resistance had a simple solution, the molders from before not needing the harder elastic anymore, making it far easier to piston inside her leaking snatch.
Each thrust wore away at her stubborn internal will, first saying she'd not let her face stick to the mold, then that she'd somehow keep her eyes open, her moans shuddered, h-her muscles tensed- Sh-She was a proud scholar. Every goal post shifted further like the piston plowing her pussy deeper by the thought, her will finally-
"NNNGHHHhhh..."
Her body went limp as her strength ran down her thighs, her limp, dangling limbs only twitching as orange thigh highs were held open and gradually raised to hug her long, curvy legs. She had never felt such pleasure, all her training leaving her in a hot gush as bands were wrapped around her arms and waist.
The only thing hanging on internally was her own anger at that stupid womanizing chef for getting them into this. Knowing that perv he'd probably give in but if she couldn't resist any of the physical changes, she'd be damned if she let the will of Ohara die! Huh? No r-remember that shitty chef and she'd be sure to leave him as a second navigator. Much more useful to the-
RESISTANCE DETECTED. MENTAL CONFIGURATION INCOMPLETE. APPLYING CONDITIONERS.
Orobin struggled as two yellow ear pieces were slotted in, a testing program making her brow scrunch into the mold, her nose squeezed and worked into the too tiny indent left for it all the while a simple message began to play followed by intense, directed vibrations making her scalp tingle, her hair darkening at the roots as her eyes were pulled into wider angles, her lashes and brows expertly done up as matching brain waves were pulsed in with the sole purpose of fucking her into a match for the intelligent archeologist the machine had determined she'd become. She barely had a moment as the mold popped off to realize what was about to happen before it began.
The two look alikes were having their brains molded as roughly as their bodies as pulses realigned the gray matter in tandem with targeted shocks directly through the ear pieces, receiving input from multiple Terabytes of data the machines had logged from when the actual Nami and Robin had been scanned and fitted. An orange spiral slowly morphed memories of the Baratie into Arlong park, Sanji's own painful memories fading, a greater care for money and finances, his cooking skills atrophying to still being quite good, but a far cry from the mastery spilling down her thighs. Zoro was already halfway converted mentally, his simplicity drowning in facts as holds and grips overwrote his muscle memory. Instead of a penchant for cooking or Swordplay, Berries and History filled the gaps.
A small pen quickly drew Anami's blue windmill tattoo on, etching it perfectly as her eyes dilated as the orange spiral made it feel like it had been there for years in forced, orgasmic submission. Quakes of experience were replaced as her thighs pushed together, pouches being innocuously clipped to the white latex suit, her toes angling down as decades of heels replaced her former poise as kicking faded from her repertoire. Plump lips smacked, a struggling smile forming as she thought of Vivi, a much more feminine perversion finally drowning out her thoughts as her thrusting shifted to a gentle wiggling of her body in need.
Orobin fared much the same, painful memories pushed through as the Straw hats became her saviors, a pair of limbs slipping purple gloves onto her twitching hands, the fabric emulating the sensory experience of arms sprouting from any surface, the unfamiliar sensation becoming endlessly familiar as her lidded gaze focused on the spiral. Two years of training with Mihawk were overwritten by revolution, Robin's signature wisdom and monotone enjoyment of macabre facts spilling in, black hair replacing her green buzz cut as it filled out with her memories. It felt like learning, her mind soaking it all in as the dark fringe further acclimated her as a warm pop between her ears and thighs left her sighing in utter bliss.
Both screens flashed a question to them as the computer detected mental convergence, making sure that it had done its job. Their faces flinched with feminine gasps as the conditioning finished, pleasure devices popping out as they only felt confused for a moment, the question on screen obvious.
“What is your name?”
"Nami."
"Robin."
The buzzing died down, both women allowed to think their “own” thoughts finally. A huff left Nami as she rolled her ankles in the bulky shoes of the future, her feet not showing any of the articulation of Sanji's masterful fighting style as she idly twiddled her boots.
"Jeez this is taking a while...Could it speed things up? Time is Berries after all!"
"Mmm~ No need to be so impatient Nami. After all, imagine if it were to instead turn us into our more boorish male crewmates if we caused an error? We’d be helpless."
Robin said it with a tilt of her head and slight smile as if it wasn’t a horrifying concept, sending shivers down Nami's arched back. She had already been stuck in Franky’s body ages ago and it was an experience she never wanted to relive or even think about.
"Ughhhhh...Robin don't even joke!"
"Derishishi~ Fine Fine-"
Dressing Complete, Enjoy your Stay!
The two women were dropped. Nami the only one to let out a squeal as the ports they vaguely remember being lifted through shifted open. Robin pulled her hands above her head as she slipped through gracefully, Nami waving her legs about before throwing her body into a fetal position to fit through. Both somehow managed to slip into large boots that covered their lower legs in a perfect fit.
"Nnnn...A warning would've helped!"
"Possibly. Now, let's exit and wait for..."
Both of them paused. Who were they supposed to be waiting for again? Luffy had already gone off… Chopper and Franky too... Before they could think about it, the machine quickly ushered them out as they stumbled into the open. Their minds were still murky, Robin pushing a gloved hand to her chin as Nami looked at her curiously.
"Hm. Seems I was mistaken...We should be on our way to catch up."
"Oh! Uh...Right!"
Nami let out as she caught up with the longer strut of her companion, eager to meet up with their crew and continue their venture! And as the machine powered down behind them with no one queued, there went its temporary storage, deleting the unsaved profiles for good.