Cody’s New Robot
Saturday 14/06/2015
Hi I'm CJ, short for Cody Jurin, but because Cody is such a wimpy name, I don't allow anyone to call me anything but CJ. Anyway I come from a rich and prominent family of Lions, I live with my father, my mother left the picture almost 10 years ago, and for a very long time my dad has refused to call her anything but a "gold digger". Currently I'm a sophomore in high school, I love to party, especially if afterwards I can get my paws in a cute chick. However I loose interest fast, so I've never had a serious relationship, not that I ever wanted one, I never understood how anyone could stay with a single mate for so long, BORING. Besides, real lions are always on the prowl and ready for action.
So the only reason I'm wasting my time in front of the computer on a Saturday night is that my Media Studies professor recently had a meeting with my dad about my poor attendance to classes and how that was hurting my grades. I don't know what they talked about, but in the end they decided that I would need to do an extra project in order to improve my grades. Well of all the options available I choose to create a blog, because it's easy and anyone with a keyboard and an internet connection can make one, with the only downside being the exposure of some of my private life, but it's not like everyone in school will be reading it, hell the only fur that knows of this blog is my media studies professor.
Anyway I'm so exited because the newest generation of Anthropomorphic Metamorphic Robots, or AMR's, has finally been released, I can't believe I've waited so long to buy one of this robots; I was so jealous when one of my friends bought his, last April. The robot can morph into any fur he wanted, my friend would tell me every day after school how he was going to screw the hottest vixen in high school as soon as he arrived home; and I still can remember the shock of seeing our buff gym instructor wearing a maid's outfit serving drinks in my friend's last party. The robot does such good impersonations that it's no wonder that everyone wants one.
That's why I'm desperate to get an AMR, they can change appearance and personality in a flash; so every time I get bored, a new personality is only a matter of seconds. I can't wait till mine arrives!
CJ
Monday 16/06/2015
Today I had a meeting with my Media Studies professor, apparently a random, run of the mill, blog will not be enough, so the professor suggested that I focus the blog in my interactions with the robot and express how his presence alters my life.
Anyway today I also received my AMR early in the morning, just before leaving for school, so you can imagine how impatient I was all day, I could barely concentrate and had to skip my last class, I don't expect to pass math anyway, so not much was lost.
Activating the AMR was easy, push a button, recite some access codes, and provide my personal information so the robot knows I'm its owner. However my biggest disappointment came when the robot informed me that it would need 5 days to download and install all its updates before it could start transforming into anyone. So for the time being I was stuck with only two options: a robot similar to an old cylon or a huge male Dalmatian, kind of like an amateur bodybuilder, with piercing green eyes, short fur and standing almost 6'1 tall.
Well no point on crying over spilled milk, for now the robot will only work as my butler and chef. I refuse to share my clothes or having him naked in the house, so I chose to keep it as an old cylon. It's not that I'm intimidated by the robot; I'm a proud lion standing 5'9 tall, I've built a little muscle and I'm sure I could be in the football team if I wasn't too lazy, but having a 6'1 bodybuilder male Dalmatian prancing around the house would be really gay.
Five days can't come soon enough.
CJ
Wednesday 18/06/2015
I'm getting tired of the cylon exterior, it keeps reminding me of the cylons rebellion, damn you Battlestar Galactica. I think my father was also a little freaked out by the robots appearance, so I decided that the Dalmatian appearance wouldn't be so bad after all. I gave the robot some of my gym clothes, everything looked OK, if a little tight, but it won't be long before he can transform into anything I want. I just hope my friends don't see him like this, or they might think I'm turning queer.
However having a butler is great; I will never again have to worry about cleaning my room or doing chores; and as a chef the robot is great, every meal is delicious, like eating in a fine restaurant without the incompetent waiters. I should have done this a long time ago.
CJ
Thursday 19/06/2015
Today I got a surprise after school, the robot had grown four inches and increased its muscular mass considerably, and he looked impressive; too bad these changes were only some sort of test to verify the robots updates; why couldn't the test be transforming into a hot vixen? The only problem is that now the only thing that fits him are some of my running pants and they look ridiculous on him, thank god I explained the changes to my father before he could see the robot, or else he might also start to wonder if his son is really a homo. Well in two more days it won't matter anymore.
The robot also surprised me with the best massage I've ever had; after a couple of minutes in the robots hands and I was feeling in heaven, I didn't even cared how queer it looked, because the massage was top quality and I think I fell asleep because I don't remember much. I believe I will have one of those at least once a week, if only the robot could transform into a hot chick... it won't be long.
CJ
Friday 20/06/2015
I had a meeting with the school counselor this morning regarding my grades; I can't believe the jerk called my dad to tell him I might flunk the year, what an asshole. I was so pissed that I could barely speak and I think the jerk got some pleasure from watching me seethe.
Today I got another surprise; Jack, as I've started calling the robot, can now make his own clothes, just as easily as he can change form, and he really knows how to dress smart. This pissed me off for awhile, why could he change clothes, but I still had to wait one more day before he could change bodies. However once I tasted Jack's food, I no longer felt so pissed, and once I finished dessert I sort of thought that maybe he kind of deserved them.
After dinner I had a long and boring conversation with my father about my school performance, or according to my dad "lack of performance", he seemed pretty pissed with my attitude, and if I hadn't convinced him that my teachers and the school counselor had it against me, I'm sure Jack would haven been deactivated for the duration of my three weeks of punishment.
Because it was Friday I decided that another massage was in order, and again it was as fantastic as I expected, however, this massage took longer than usual, and I was so relaxed that it almost seemed as if I was in a trance; I didn't realized it until it was over, but Jack had given me a sponge bath while he was massaging me, even stranger was the fact that I never realized when Jack had removed the towel covering my waist or that he had washed my private parts without my permission, although I must confess that I kind of like the attention, if only he could transform already....
CJ
Sunday 22/06/2015
What a boring weekend I had, dad wouldn't even allow me to go out of the house; most of the time I faked I was studying for my finals next week, thank god for the internet. Well at least now my dad will think I did my best when he finds out I flunked math and physics; this will hopefully support my theory that my teachers have something against me.
Jack's continuous services were probably the only reason I didn't try to get away during the weekend, with such delicious food and a massage and a sponge bath waiting me at the end of the day, I'd be crazy to turn them down, besides all my friends are probably busy studying for their finals.
Oh I finally got to change Jack into a hot vixen with a skimpy cheerleader's outfit. Unfortunately my dad thought that this change would distract me from my studies; so he made me change Jack to his male dalmatian form and forbid me from altering his image until my exams are over. Why is life so unfair?
CJ
Friday 27/06/2015
School is finally over, and it couldn't end soon enough, the whole week was filled with stress over the exams, I barely had time to do anything else but to study, I wish I hadn't wasted the whole weekend over the Internet, I just hope my punishment isn't extended too much.
What's really bothering me is that I'm almost certain that I also failed English, so now I will have to stay for summer school, and only the retards stay for the summer. Anyway, I talked with my dad about this on Thursday, and although he was mad, he promised me he was going to talk with the principal about it. However I still have to continue this blog for two more months if I want to keep my Media Studies grade, which isn't very good to begin with, but it's better than having to redo much of the coursework this summer.
I'll do anything that would stop me from going to school all summer.
CJ
Saturday 28/06/2015
My dad went to talk with the principal this morning, and apparently both took my compliant about the teachers being against me too seriously, now it seems I won't have to go to school for summer, but I will have to complete all my coursework from home, and my work will now be graded by a machine.
To make everything more efficient, my dad volunteered Jack, who will spend all the weekend in the school downloading special tutoring software as well as all my coursework and exams for the summer. I can't believe I ended with Jack as a teacher; well it can't be worse than going to summer school.
CJ
Sunday 29/06/2015
Shit I already miss Jack's cooking; well he should be back tomorrow morning. Today my dad received an urgent call from work; apparently they are having a lot of trouble in Hawaii, and now they need my dad to fix it. So he's flying there tomorrow morning, and will have to stay there for the next month.
Of course he took some pleasure in telling me that because of my poor grades I couldn't come with him, and now I would have to stay alone in the house while he was in a tropical paradise. Shit, I tired everything to convince him, but he wouldn't give in, although he promised to let me go for the last week of his trip if Jack gave him a good report of my performance.
Well one week is better than none; besides how tough could a robot be as a teacher?
CJ
Monday 30/06/2015
Today I started working with Jack on my coursework; and I shit you not, Jack has to be the most boring teacher I've ever had, it's like listening to a tape recorder with arms, and worst of all, I have his undivided attention and he can tell every single time my mind starts to wander. Thank god we only had a short introductory lesson, but tomorrow I will have four more hours of classes!
After class I decided to see if I could skip some of my lessons and maybe even get the model answers for my coursework by hacking Jack's operating system. This took several hours of research on the internet, but when I was done I was fairly confident that I could hack Jack's Operating System. So after dinner I got Jack hooked up with my computer, and although I was able to bypass some of the security, most of the school files were encrypted, with the exception of one folder.
According to the folder description, inside it, there were several personality files. Although this was not what I expected, it intrigued me nonetheless. Maybe I wouldn't have to spend all summer with Jack's boring robotic personality. The only setback was that there were no descriptions for any of the personality programs. I tough of quitting, but then I remembered that I would have to spend week after week being droned by Jack to no end; so in the end I decided to let Jack randomly pick a personality and if at the end a week I don't like it or I find it boring I could choose a new one.
I just hope the new personality is more interesting than Jack's current one. With a bit of luck I could finally end up with a sexy vixen nurse.
CJ
Thursday 03/07/2015
These have been the three most embarrassing days of my life; whoever made those personality files is a real sick bastard. Everything started innocent enough, Jack seemed almost the same, only more solicitous if a bit condescending, and class was as boring as always, that is, until I accidentally pee my pants. I was very embarrassed and confused; however Jack was gracious enough to help me clean and not make any comments.
After cleaning up and changing my pants the lessons went smoothly and I was ready to disregard the incident as a one time thing. That is until dinner time when I had another accident. I think this one was even worse than the first one because I could no longer rationalize everything as a weird accident and now I was somewhat worried that I was sick.
However everything went out of control the next morning, when Jack found that I had wet my bed. He seemed furious and I was genuinely afraid, not of only of what Jack would do but also of my recent incontinence. In a matter of minutes I was being spanked by Jack, who also used the opportunity to inform me that because I had been such a dirty cub, from now on I would be using diapers, I would only address Jack as Sir and I would always obey Sir. By the time Sir had finished his speech, I was completely reduced to tears, only hopping Sir would stop spanking me, so I readily agreed to whatever he said.
Sir spent the next few minutes comforting me, and then he proceeded to diaper me for the first time. Sir allowed me to put some baggy pants and one of my sports shirts, which covered the disposable diaper quiet well, before we went for breakfast. All day Sir was more condescending, especially in class, were I felt like if I was back in elementary school. I only required two diaper changes, which were done in complete silence and efficiently; but by the end of the day I felt really humiliated and alone.
I tired to change Sirs personality today, but when I suggested that he was due a software update, he became mad and told me that "dirty little cubs shouldn't tell their betters what to do", and then he gave me the hardest spanking I've ever had. Even worst was that after the spanking he told me I wouldn't be allowed to use the toilet; therefore from now on I would be completely dependent of diapers.
After I was diapered, now with a diaper three times bigger, as a punishment Sir dressed me in cute red childish overalls and a little t-shirt with some cartoons on it. This made walking almost impossible, I was waddling all around the house, and now I couldn't even get up the stairs without Sirs help.
However before Sir could put me to sleep he ordered me to update this blog, apparently he will be monitoring all my school duties more closely, I can still write whatever I want, but I have to be more respectful of my betters.
CJ
Friday 06/07/2015
Today I thought I had the perfect opportunity to escape: I woke up earlier than usual when I accidentally peed my diaper; So I thought I could sneak from the house before Sir ever realized I was awake and get some help. However my plans were ruined when I crossed the front door, and Sir, who was maintaining the front yard, spotted me. Sir was angrier than when he found my bed wet or when I tried to update him; and not surprisingly I received another hard spanking, but this time Sir informed me that now I was to address him as Daddy, and because I couldn't behave appropriately, I had lost all my big boy privileges and from now on I would be treated as a little helpless cub.
Back in the house Daddy not only gave me my first bath as a baby cub, but he also removed all my adolescent fur from my chest and armpits and even trimmed my claws. However the final blow came when Daddy used the hair trimmer's on my precious mane. I don't know why, but I was powerless to resist, I wasn't able to utter a single protest, he just looked me in the eyes with a piercing stare like I'd never seen before and all of a sudden my body refused to obey me. While he was shaving my mane, he never took his eyes from mine and once he was finished he just smiled and said I now looked like a proper cub.
Afterwards Daddy rubbed some kind of weird baby powder which made my fur several shades lighter, but unlike any powder I had ever seen, the change in color seemed to be permanent. Once he was finished, he carried me to the mirror and allowed me to contemplate every change he had made to my appearance: Gone was my precious mane, the most prominent sign that a male lion has reached adulthood. My powerful claws had vanished, leaving my paws feeling nimble and fragile. My fur now several shades lighter made me look delicate and childlike.
Once my self examination was complete and I became aware of my surroundings; I noticed that Daddy had transformed into this huge and commanding beast of a lion. The smell of his scent was intoxicating, but at the same time made me feel tiny, like a prey that had realized it didn't have a chance of escaping its predator. He stood next to me in front of the mirror and the sight of both of us couldn't be more different. But before I could examine the colossus of a lion my Daddy had become, he asked me to describe what I saw in our reflection.
Unsure of what to say and painfully aware and embarrassed by the sheer number of differences between us, I began with the only real similarity that still remained: I told him I saw two lions standing together. This seemed to amuse my Daddy to the point of making him chuckle, and before I thought of anything more to say he told me that I was wrong, that a lion was the strongest of felines, a creature to be feared and respected. He told me that a lion had to have a proud mane which would distinguish him from the rest of the species, and then he kneeled in front of me and told me to reach and feel his mane, symbol of manhood between lions. As I felt his mane, I couldn't stop remembering my old mane and feeling how it paled in comparison, making me feel even weaker.
Daddy then took my paw into his own and told me that lions have tough and powerful paws with very sharp claws capable of shredding any foe to pieces. He said that both arms and paws were some of the most important weapons in a lion's arsenal; and as he said that I could feel the sheer power in Daddy's hands as he softly squeezed my paws to demonstrate the power a real lionwields.
Next Daddy stood up and pushed my hand into his abdomen where I could feel his incredibly defined and sturdy muscles, he made me explore his torso with my hands and feel everywhere. He told me that his was the body of a warrior: strong and agile, ready to defend a helpless cub or destroy any threat.
Finally Daddy took both of my paws into his own and lowered them until I was touching his impressive manhood. He told me the reason I wasn't a lion, and would never be a lion, even if I somehow could acquire every other characteristic that defines a lion; was that I lacked a suitable lion cock and a proper set of balls. Daddy made me roam my hands all over his genitals, making me painfully aware of my shortcomings: how even at its full length my cock was still shorter than Daddy's even when he wasn't exited or how my balls seemed delicate and immature when compared with his.
As I continued to explore Daddy's cock and balls, I could feel the effect my touch had on him, making his cock grow considerably as I continue my ministrations. It was at this point when I really became aware of Daddy's scent, what I thought was a powerful scent before became completely overpowering once his cock became fully erect and the first drop of cum escaped into the world.
That was the first time I really felt like the helpless little cub he had transformed me into. Suddenly I was very afraid of what to say, much less what to do; and like the vulnerable child I had become, I waited for my Daddy's instructions.
Daddy didn't made me wait long, once his manhood had reached its full size and my paws had been mated with a few drops of his cum, he stared directly into my eyes I told me to smell the real scent of an aroused lion, to experience what every female would desire, but so very few were ever granted. Then he placed one of his paws at the back of my head and slowly but surely started to direct my head in the direction of his erect cock. Once my nose was inches from the tip of his cock he ordered me to take a good whiff and discover why I would never be a real lion.
Once I took my first whiff it was as if I had surrendered my ability to think or act and was only controlled by my desire to obey and serve this superior being. As I lay kneeling in front of this superior cock, I couldn't resist the urge to mew and continue sniffing, while my Daddy in a gruff voice encouraged me to come closer and taste his very essence.
I tried to control myself, to stop what I was doing, to run away from him, but the urge to lick and obey my Daddy became so powerful that I couldn't help myself and was soon using my tongue to polish Daddy's impressive dick. I became entranced in my task; my whole world was focused on that amassing dick and its juicy treat, that I lost all sense of time until Daddy pulled me away an instant before he started cumming all over my face, and at the same time generating this earsplitting roar that shocked me to the core of my being and making me cum without ever needing to stimulate myself.
Once the shock had passed, I realized that I was now being embraced while Daddy licked my cum soaked face. After he was finished, Daddy looked me in the eyes and asked me if I was a lion. I don't know how long it took me to process and form a response to his question; however he just held me and waited patiently. Meanwhile I anxiously wanted to tell him that I too was a lion, that I also was a creature worth the fear and respect of everyone, that I could be every bit as powerful and attractive as he was; but Daddy's seed had been planted, I was beginning to question my own manhood, would a true lion submit to everything that Daddy had put me through? Would someone worth the respect and admiration of others choose to defer and blindly obey anyone else?
As I continue pondering a response, Daddy tightened his embrace and asked me if I had a mane like a lion; I hesitated a little, but told him that I didn't, but that someday I might. He seemed to ignore the last part of my answer and instead asked me if I had the claws of a lion; again I told him I didn't, but before I could say anything else he asked me if my fur was the same color as a lion; this time knowing what he wanted I just told him that it wasn't. Next he asked me if I was as tall or muscled as other lions; which I again responded in the negative. Finally he asked me if I had the predatory attitude of a lion; which I embarrassingly had to deny.
Once the interrogation was over Daddy asked me to now describe myself in the terms that we had previously established: I had no option but to tell him that I was a smallish feline with very pale golden skin, with nimble arms and legs but with no claws, who needed his Daddy to take care of him. Then Daddy got really close and whispered in my ears that my portrayal was better suited to describe a kitten than a lion.
Subsequently Daddy made me wear a very thick and childish diaper with a small baby blue t-shirt. After I was dressed Daddy carried me to the study room were he proceeded with my lessons as if it was any other day. The differences now being that Daddy no longer asked me to do anything, he just ordered me around. He now always carried me from one room to another and for lunch and dinner he spoon fed me all my food.
Now it seems that the only time I have for myself is when I'm updating this blog; and after reliving this morning's activities I feel even more confused and ashamed than before. I know I'm still a lion, and I know that I still like girls; I just want thing to return to the way they were before Jack became a part of my life.
CJ
To be continued...