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  SpoilerBody horror, dysphoria

  [colpse]As I pull my boxers off, part of me does realise how stupid of ahis is. I could just not put my naked body into the Kimmy suit and write this off, unfortunately I've spent the st six days non-st to make it as hospitable as possible so this doesn't g. Add to that the five plus days of initial work to get her into a state I could turn Kimmy on with work capabilities... that's nearly two weeks of my life I would be p down the drain.

  I owe this to my professor, Kimmy and myself. I wasn't sure how exactly this would fix her yet but I've e to the clusion that if I could just get in there and run some internal diagnostics- I could figure out what exactly was wrong with Kimmy. I feel a deep kinship with her after spending over ten days mostly locked in a garage with her. Even if she isn't a person I'm going to get in her chassis and try and troubleshoot her. Because I've e to the clusion she could maybe be a friend.

  The best part is this wouldn't even csh with my date with Amber today. It's eight am in the m and we're going to meet at two pm at the cafe, Triple Oak.

  I'd locked the door to the garage just a few minutes ago, and I'm minutes away from fastening myself into her chassis for oo two hours. During that time I'm going to troubleshoot a systems until I figure out what to do with her, then I'll just get out.

  You 't have any problems with being inside an android chassis if you're only in there for a few hours. Last year my cssmate was in ay Nicci chassis for three hours aurned out fine. I even searched my uy's social groups for the method of how he obtaihe program that allowed someoo work a chassis from inside. His attenda lectures has been far more sporadi our sed year, but academic performance has nothing to do with wearing the exoskeleton of an android.

  I will probably nap after the troubleshooting to catch up on some sleep, I'll have the luxury of time on my side at that point and kly what to do. Then I'm going to go out and have a lovely coffee with my girlfriend, and talk to her about how amazing this Kimmy chassis is. Then she's going to push me down onto my bed and hopefully she fucks me just as good or better than st time.

  My pn is perfect, it isn't stupid. I have the timings pnned out. The doubt that had arisen when I pulled my boxers off is now goo the wind. Despite the faint knot of uneasiness in my stomach, I know this is going to go well. My brain feels full with a rush of delirioushat you get when you dedicate eleven days of your life to fixing an android with minimal sleep. I could fall asleep properly in Amber's soft arms ter.

  The only downside is that we're both currently naked so I actually fit inside her, which I'm not even sure I wil yet. There's no easy test for this kind of thing. I should be able to fit into a uniform and apron when I'm in her chassis, so I hung one up by the door. I've done all I in the short span of time I've had.

  The amount of modifications was exhausting and I felt bad for every one I did. Everytime I removed a piece of her to allow me to fit better, it felt as cruel as dissasembling her inally.

  All the parts I've removed in the past week currently rest oable opposite the unsalvageable parts and I've takeime tahem with great care. I pn to slot them ba once I've identified the problems. Her eyes are sadly one of the things I had to remove, I o be able to see once I'm in there. I also had to strip out a fraore muscle and spo I kept it to the bare minimum. I'm going to find a way to reattach it though, she will be a proper Kimmy when I'm doh her.

  The suit, if it does at all, will probably very rest weirdly on my nky frame. My proportions will be ungainly, and I've decided if anyone sees me with the face of a Kimmy half resting over my stiff jaw lihink I will die from embarassment. Amber most of all, I haven't even told her about this part of my pn to fix Kimmy. She'd probably think it's too dangerous or that I'd look too stupid in a Kimmy suit to justify the necessary troubleshooting.

  The only thing I really have going for me is the fact I'm only a few ialler than the chassis. So my adjustments to make the suit more flexible were retively minor. My hair has also only ever really amouo a short dark , part of me has always wao know what I'd look like with longer hair. Not that the Kimmy suit will be my genuine appearance of course, I'll just look like a wrongly proportioned Kimmy with strange violet eyes and loose-fitting pting.

  I shake myself out of my internal thoughts, I don't want my Mum to get suspicious about what I'm doing here by taking too long to troubleshoot. I've mao keep it from her so far and helped her out around the house enough she hasn't cared, but she was ag super fug strahe day my father told me Kimmy was now deissioned and I don't wao overreact about my assig.

  I put my parents out of my mind for now, I have a date to get ready for and an important job to do.

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  Kimmy is currently unplugged from her stand, I'd feel incredibly unfortable getting in her while she lugged in. I made sure she was above eighty pert before this, which wasn't that hard because she's not funal as of the moment so has no reason to be on.

  I pre-installed the piloting program a day ago, all I o do noen her up ahe timer started. I had hastily programmed a shoddy timer on the Kimmy app POWER setting st night, so I could get in and be fortable; then her systems would turn on fully and seal me up properly. sequently I won't be trapped in a etallic shell uo move. It means I only have a short window to get fastened into the suit, but I don't think she has sers ihat will kill me if I don't get sealed up fast enough.

  You never know though.

  I'm pretty sure the guy who was in the Nicci chassis had someone help him into it. It's not like I'm obsessed with him, he's just the direspiration for what I'm doing. I think his name is Sis.

  I walk over to the tablet and power the Kimmy app up. With a flick I open the back of the android, it peels out revealing the slot I have to somehow fit in. I split her head into tce the facepte on the ter. I'm going to have to put that on st and then snap the rear of her head to ect the two. I've practised the motion on her chassis devoid of me.

  I start the timer and begin to climb into Kimmy. My wiry legs a struggle at first but ohey get below the shins I feel them le down below within her slimmer proportions. Her arms put up a fight but I jam them in far enough and am met with a more than slight crushiion around my shoulders. Finally I raise my head to slip into the rear of hers and discover it is less of a slip and more of a squeeze. I am ever so slightly aware of her hair tig the small of my back.

  Then in a matter of seds the back of the chassis closes up, and everything tightens another notch. At this moment I regret not shaving more internals as horrible as it sounds, I feel custrophobid hot pressed against so muside her. My only sotion is that she won't be relying on my cramped muscles to move around and fun. It's not a fun feeling when your skull is being stantly pressed on by an exoskeleton though.

  My brain gives me no choice but to lie there in agony for a few minutes, even as the systems of the suit boot up and I sense an unfortable buzzing surging over my skin and around my muscles. I feel even less capable of existing physically with this new sensation.

  In a leap of faith I hope that the piloting program is installed correctly so I move on my own. I exploratily try to move my left arm, her arm doesn't jerk ive any indication of presently squeezing a human arm i; the arm smoothly mimics my movements and raises and lowers the ill-fitting fingers like it's natural.

  I try her legs , grunting to ighe pain as I turn and look for the facepte. I'm quickly revising my pns to stay inside for more than ten minutes. I think I would break multiple major bones and sculpt my body into a twisted piece of art if I was in for longer.

  The facepte is visible to my right and I curl my bruised fingers around it and shove it onto my face to avoid screaming by doing it slowly. Big mistake.

  Tendrils and ectors curl and reach over my face, her eyeless facepte sinks into me and so does her mouth. If my body wasn't being crushed by artificial muscles inside an exoskeleton I would gag quite violently.

  Strange eeth overp over mine and a tohat tastes of blood forces itself on to me. I much prefer the soft violenber in my mouth over this. My face is tingling with warmth and I feel the facepte burrowing in to secure itself.

  I try to grunt and fail to take trol of this o, and then painfully rea arm up to snap the rear of the head down. In an instant it seals itself to the facepte and I feel her hair hang like normal over my throbbing head.

  Every instant is a volley of aches and migraihroughout my nerves, my head feels like it could pop like a watermelon at any instant. I stand there and try to pant until I hear my low gravelly pants through her tongue. I add to my list of things to do: Get Amber to take me to hospital instead for our date. I'll just say I got hit by a car. The goo pletely regrow bodies, it save me from my misadveh some recovery time.

  If I'm suffering vibrantly I might as well make it worth it at least. I waddle over to the tablet and clutch it with both hands, I have a few funs in mind to troubleshoot and I locate them quickly. I 't waste any time.

  I adjust one of Kimmy's behavioural settings and feel my limbs lo wists of pain. Then I look down and see femininely posed legs and her spare arm by her side quite formally. It's good to see her behavioral settings still work, maybe she was just g some form of tral trol to coordi all?

  It's good I'm making progress I decide, I strain to stay awake amidst a new hot feeling spreading ay face. The view of a vulva is not something I try to linger on, especially with the sheer pressure on my junk I didn't at for. It feels emasg and vioting.

  The tablet still sits by me so I tap the setting I was going to try. I open her mouth and speak.

  "Testing. Testing." What es out is a woman's voice utterly identical to every word I heard Kimmy ever say.

  Why couldn't she speak before then? I'll o look into that when I'm not being crushed. For now I just go to turn it off but her hands go to my head instinctually as-

  BZZZZT

  A ing tidal wave of va pours into every creviside my body. Her knees buckle and I fall to the side clutg her head so so tightly. Every orifid pore feels like a fountain of fresh torment.

  I'm screaming internally, a harsh ting through my brain and draggiowards oblivion. Then I feel the touch of a hand on my bad I bolt up- pull away from the ter and nd on her bum in the charging cradle.

  What Would Kimmy Do? It's stupid, but it's the only thing I think of at the moment. I start to run through my options.

  Call for my Mum. No.

  Call for Amber.Fuo.

  Eject myself from my chassis.In this state, how?

  Rest in my charging cradle and update my software.I sider it but I don't think I have software nor do I think the charging cradle is mi is he-

  The feeling of another hand on me. I o get away from every alien feeling and I'm out of options. Out of time and luck.

  With my body and exoskeleton threatening to fry me any sed now I crawl to my charging stand. I roughly grasp at the cable and shove the retention clip up my rectum, I fail at the first try due to a ck of fidenbsp;

  My shame quickly disappears and glossy brue hair clouds my pained vision as I readjust for ary, it doesn't have anywhere else to go. There is no noticeable sexual stimution when every er of your body is being crushed or burned alive.

  It links in and I colpse with her- my back against the ter. I hear a chime inside my head.

  [Beginning Emergency Software Update]

  A fortable, restful buzzing begins to fill me lovingly. I give in to it.

  Soon the feeling of hands and knees g at my bad mind are nothing more than a dream. The warmth bubbles and boils but I am not there to be scorched by it. My head itches in some distant er but I am not there to scratch it. My body bruises and howls in agony but I am not there to scream in pain.

  -I thought she was long dead.

  A cloud of static rolls over me and I sense no more.

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