I am not a doll

I am a 100% lifelike android, product number udis-2280. My brain has a complete domestic service program and can even update its data online. My body is exactly the same as a human body, and can even provide certain services, better than those sex dolls. My body is filled with nanomachines, which allow me to maintain bodily functions using food, fuel, or direct electrical energy. Without strength limitations, the nanomachines can give me twenty times the strength of an average person, allowing me to jump ten meters high and leap over gaps of tens of meters. Doesn't that sound like Superman? The nanomachines in my body are a byproduct of the research of biological elite soldiers. Due to an accident, they remained in my body and transformed me into an android. I am human. At least a year ago, I was a young and healthy woman. I am not a robot, much less an automated sex doll.
A year ago, I had just graduated from university and visited my aunt's factory, where I may have even worked. My aunt owned a latex product factory, a fully automated production facility with almost no workers, all machines. The factory's products were various latex products, especially sex toys, including sex dolls. Although I knew my aunt's factory was large, I was still taken aback when I actually saw it. The entire factory was almost like a small town, with its own roads, postal system, and driverless delivery vehicles running on the roads. Among the production workshops, my aunt was most proud of the white one in the middle, and she took me there to visit it.
"This is the fully automated sex doll production line. It can transform immobile plastic dolls into fully automated sex dolls. There's only one in the world. The sex dolls produced are exactly like real people, with bones, muscles, nerves, and skin, and can move freely. They move using nanomachines inside their bodies, digest food and fuel through artificial stomachs, and can also be directly charged. Walking down the street, no one would notice they're not human. All the sex dolls here are custom-made, and each one costs no less than $500,000." Auntie pointed to the fully sealed production line in the workshop. "Each sex doll has a number because they're so similar to humans, so each one needs to be monitored. That's why automated sex dolls aren't mass-produced. Want one? Auntie will give it to you. Besides being a sex doll, it can also be used as a bodyguard and nanny. They can cook, and the food tastes pretty good; you just need to update the data." "Really? I don't have that much money." I want one too, to play with as a large doll. "Make a doll just like you to scare your parents." My aunt seemed to share my idea, treating it as a prank.
She used me as a template to input data for the sex dolls that were about to be produced. Just as she was enthusiastically entering the data, a phone call summoned her away. Before leaving, she told me to go to the warehouse to get the plastic dolls. The main drawback of this production line was that the dolls had to be manually fed in. I went to the plastic doll warehouse, opened the door, and saw rows upon rows of plastic dolls. Each doll was incredibly lifelike; if they didn't all look identical, I would have thought a large group of people were having a party in the warehouse. I touched one of the dolls; it had smooth latex skin, very similar to real skin. When I picked up a doll, I felt a little strange. However, I set them aside and prepared to send the dolls into the production line. Because some customers used dolls they provided themselves, the feeding port was changed to manual operation.
I walked to the feed chute of the production line with the plastic doll, intending to place it on the conveyor belt. However, the doll was blocked by the baffle at the feed chute. I had to walk onto the conveyor belt to straighten it, but unexpectedly, the doll pulled me down, causing me to fall onto the conveyor belt. The doll wasn't sent into the production line; instead, I was sent in myself. It wasn't until several robotic arms grabbed my arms and secured me to the conveyor belt that I realized what was happening. I struggled desperately, but to no avail. My clothes were stripped off by the robotic arms on the production line, leaving me lying naked on the line, being sent to the next process.
As the showerheads at the top of the production line sprayed water mist to wash my body, the chemicals in the solution also washed away my beautiful hair. Seeing my black hair fall to the ground and then be washed away by the water, I couldn't help but scream. Clearly, the production line lacked a voice control system; my cries went unanswered. Even more humiliating, a sprayer controlled by a robotic arm was inserted into my mouth and genitals, spraying chemicals to flush my body until only water came out. To make matters worse, my body reacted to the sprayer, experiencing waves of pleasure. "No…no…" I felt as if my body was being ravaged by those metal sprayers; even after leaving the cleaning process, my body continued to convulse. Next
, I was taken to the modification workshop, where robotic arms equipped with nano-injectors awaited me. I was strapped to a device resembling a gynecological chair, secured with rubber metal rings, my legs spread. Injectors containing pre-programmed nanomechanical components were presented to me; without hesitation, the needles were inserted directly into my body, targeting areas deemed by the computer as needing modification, including my face, breasts, waist, and legs. At the injection site, I first felt excruciating pain, followed by numbness. Looking at the metal plate above the production line, which reflected light, I saw my appearance changing. My face remained the same, but the hair that had been removed by the chemicals grew back at an alarming rate, quickly reaching the ground. The hair shimmered with a metallic sheen, but soon turned black again. The changes to my body were drastic: my breasts doubled in size, reaching an F-cup; my waist shrank to about 20 inches; my buttocks became more shapely; and my limbs became rounded and long. At the same time, a yellow and black ointment-like substance seeped from my body. My vision blurred, then went completely black. I couldn't hear anything, and my sensory organs were blocked. It was as if I had entered a pitch-black world devoid of any other matter; I couldn't even feel my limbs. I felt fear, terror; I felt like I was dead.
A light appeared before my eyes, quickly expanding into a whole world. However, what my eyes were transmitting to my brain was an image, like that of an electronic camera, with green borders. The image was analyzed and sampled in real time. My brain seemed to become like a computer, capable of analyzing and processing this data, even processing radar-like signals. Even without looking behind me, I knew what was behind me. My body no longer felt like my own; it felt strange. After a while, I regained feeling in my limbs, and I could hear the motors on the robotic arms around me. A thin layer of paint was sprayed onto my body, making my skin appear more naturally white.
Next, I was taken to the testing area. Here, under the control of the robotic arms, my limbs performed actions I never dared to imagine before, such as tucking my head between my legs or raising my legs from the sides until a red danger warning appeared on the screen above my eyes.
After the test, I was conveyed to the packaging area, where the produced lifelike dolls were packaged and delivered directly to customers via the company's logistics system. The packaging area wasn't large, but it had many more robotic arms with various metal attachments. I hovered in the middle of the packaging area, limbs outstretched, forming a "大" (big) shape. First came three cylinders—two large and one small—that extended directly into my genitals, entering my urethra, vagina, and anus. The screen in my eyes showed the cylinders unfolding: the top of the urethral plug entered my bladder, then unfolded, adhering to the bladder wall, turning the bladder into a metallic cavity. However, the metal wall had many small pores for urine to enter. The outer layer of the metal wall, under the action of nanomechanics, became integrated with the bladder wall, and the bladder volume could be controlled by a chip. At the end of the urethral plug was a solenoid valve, which controlled the flow of urine through my urethra. The plastic doll wasn't a real person and couldn't control its genitals; the result was that from now on, I could only urinate by issuing commands through a chip in my brain. The vaginal plug entered my vagina, not stopping at the cervix, but directly into the uterus. The tip of the plug began to expand inside the uterus, much like a urethral plug in the bladder. However, the plug didn't attach to the vaginal wall; it simply adhered to it, and could be removed if needed. The inside of the uterus had also been nanomechanically modified. The ovaries became lubricant reservoirs, and the fallopian tubes became nozzles, lubricating and cleaning the uterus and vagina. This device was only found on high-end sex dolls; I never expected to have something like it on my body. Finally, there was the anal plug, its tip unfolding and adhering to the rectal wall, while the base flattened outwards against the anus, expanding into a circular hole in the middle, turning my anus into a metal valve with a pulverizer, flush with the skin.
Next was the outer metal shell, with metal plates stacked from my toes upwards, the metal parts interlocking with snap fasteners, ensuring a seal while allowing my limbs free movement. I could feel the metal parts compressing my body, protecting this precious commodity while perfectly showcasing my body's curves. When the last metal plate was attached to my face, a metallic woman in high-heeled boots appeared on the reflective metal wall. My entire body, including my lower body, was encased in metal blocks, which were now completely flat.
The packaging wasn't finished yet. I was moved to the end of the production line and placed vertically on a metal plate. Snap fasteners on the plate secured my heels and toes, keeping my feet together. As long as the fasteners weren't opened, I couldn't move. Next, a robotic arm installed a set of shackles on my body, fixing my hands to my sides. Another metal plate descended from above, its grooves perfectly securing my head. Four more metal plates surrounded me, encasing me in the center and connecting to the plates above and below, fastening the shackles. Now, sealed inside the metal box, I couldn't move at all, only my fingers could move slightly, and the monitoring equipment inside my body was functioning normally. I felt the box being leveled and then begin to move. They were probably going to send me to my home, but I never thought, and never imagined, that I would return home as a product of my aunt's factory through an automated logistics system.

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