“Whe... where am I?” asked Harry aloud, waking up on a strange metal slab in a dark room. Looking down, his body restrained by bolts, he saw a strange, artificial body with dark skin and two huge humps on his chest. Looking around the room fearfully he saw his widowed father next to a flashing machine cheering. What was going on?

Racking his head to think of the last thing he could remember, he recalled being in the passenger seat of a car with his friend. There was a loud screech, an instant of pain, then a flash of white light... had he died? His dad seemed to read his mind. “You were in a car accident, Harry. Everyone thought you were gone. Luckily for me, I was experimenting as usual in the basement and I’d just finished the brain transfer device I was working on.”

The shackles detached and Harry slowly sat up, his head still foggy. ”Then why am I in this... weird body?”

His father looked slightly embarrassed. “Well, to be honest... I really didn’t have much time to find you a body. And it just so happened I had an old prototype for an African-American sex android lying around from my last project, so I had to make do. Since your mind was transferred in such a rush... you’ll be stuck in there for good.”

Harry looked down in shock, groping one of his heavy, hanging breasts. Staring at his reflection in the mirror his dad had fetched for him, he couldn’t believe what was happening. He was a naked, curvy, buxom young woman, radically different to his own body from what felt like just a few minutes ago. It seemed like too much. Tentatively he spread his legs and saw the artificial pussy between his legs, already self-lubricating in preparation for its owners cock. He was disgusted and afraid.

Over the next few days Harry was given time to adapt to his new life. Spending most of his time around the house he got used to walking around and charging his body every night, and learned to wear a bra to cradle his giant breasts. With his body already perfect, he had no need to learn how to use makeup or to eat, drink and use the bathroom. The longer he went though, the more he felt like something was missing. After a few nights he realized that he couldn’t stop thinking about his father’s cock. Whenever his father, his creator, came close he found himself getting more and more touchy, rubbing his curves along his father’s crotch. He was almost surprised when one day his dad pushed back, pressing his hardening cock against Harry’s round ass.

Pulling Harry’s clothes off, he grabbed both of his son’s wrists and pulled him closer. “I thought when you were put into this body that something like this might happen. But let’s just say this might work out for the both of us.” He unbuckled his pants and thrusted his cock into Harry’s exposed, fuckable pussy. “After all, a sex toy like you is made to get fucked.” Harry whimpered in pleasure, happy that he would be pleasing his master. Instinct gave in as it would many, many times in the future to give his sex-toy body up completely and take his dad’s hard dick.