All systems nominal. Transfer completed with no issues, at least nothing that appears on the initial scan. Vitals and brain activity look good on both ends, though I suppose being able to record this log proves that for at least one of us.
As for M-1, it’s certainly proving to be in good health and control of my body…
For posterity, or mayhaps just for my own later records in case these events manage to have averse effects on my brain activity past this point, I have developed an artificial intelligence, fully developed with self-awareness, the capability to sense and feel, and a level of willpower that allows it to make a good amount of its own decisions. It’s still programmed to prioritize the three laws of robotics, save in VERY specific circumstances, but the important point is that I’ve made what is effectively a robot companion!
Well, the most important aspects of one, at least. At the moment, I’m still awaiting the delivery of a proper robotic framework and all the materials needed to construct its new home, complete with sensors that would near-perfectly replicate nerve endings. Those would take some calibration to perfectly match up with what a human body would feel in appropriate spots, which is best suited to someone or something that already knows what a human body is meant to feel, as well as that same someone or something having the ability to near-instantaneously re-calibrate those settings as needed. The logical solution to this would be to have the AI experience these feelings through an organic body first, before the transfer occurs.
As such, I have made… what may come to be a pretty stupid idea…
You see, while the AI didn’t seem to have any real issues maintaining itself as just software on a very sizeable external drive, it was able to express quite the obnoxious amount of impatience revolving around its position. Most of its time so far had been spent developing all sorts of software for the express purpose of keeping itself “sane.” Thus, I had made use of one convenience with the shitty delivery schedule: I had all the parts I needed already to synthesize the brain for the new body.
On its own, there’s nothing really objectionable about developing its brain a little early, right? After all, as I’ve already proven - one way or another, really - it’s not a horribly difficult task to create a port to hook up a brain to a computer, so if I really wanted, I could’ve just kept it in a secure container and let it continue its business like that, but…
I let it coerce me into swapping places with me.
At present, the synthetic brain of M-1 - the AI in question, short for M-1ND Swapper, as I’ve lazily dubbed it within the last few hours - now sits within my skull, securely connected to my nervous system and piloting my body with relative ease. My organic brain sits in a jar filled with conductive and nourishing fluids that keeps it from deteriorating or corrupting in some fashion, while allowing for signals to be sent without interruption.
In truth, I suspected I might attempt this process later down the line, for reasons mentioned above on calibrating the nerve sensors on its own body, but this was going to be much closer to when I had the synthetic body closer to completion, if not just outright done. Most of the parts I need are still in delivery or production, and won’t arrive for at least a month! I would consider making these swaps more periodic details, in truth, had the AI not done an honestly impressive job convincing me otherwise.
Even if it kind of struck at a few “weak points” of mine I’d rather it had not mentioned…
But speaking of those weak points, I can see that M-1 has opened up a porn tab on my web browser.
This is certainly going to be a long month…
It’s taken a day without access to any limbs or appendages - to a BODY, for the love of god - for me to recognize just how frustrating this must have been for M-1. Admittedly, my experience is biased, due to already having a body previously before this. A vast majority of my experience as just a brain in a jar has been nothing short of agonizingly uncomfortable, and all I’ve been able to do to keep myself sane has been writing codes and fiddling with programs. Controlling the computer with a direct neural link is actually very convenient, and I’ll have to look into creating a controller with this functionality with a bit more flexibility, namely being able to connect and disconnect from my computer without a full cerebral extraction…
There have been some tools provided by M-1 to alleviate some of my woes. As it would so happen, some of the programs it developed to maintain its own sanity included tools that simulate a puppet on-screen that moves in conjunction to their respective brain functions. It’s fairly functional, but since it doesn’t simulate every single muscle in the human body, I thought I’d develop the idea further, so that I can still move around all of MY muscles when I get back in my body. But holy shit, I was always “aware” of it before, but I really do just bounce my leg a ton, huh…?
A report on M-1’s development as it starts to put together its own personality, (in a sense) it seemed to default to a lot of my porn, rather than trying to branch out and find things that might interest it more. I suspect that makes sense, as all of its experience is shaped around interactions with me and me alone, and it lacks the means to create a more intricate network of experiences that would shape it differently from myself so far. I do fear for where that’s going to lead in the future. It made such an effort to get out of my computer so soon, so what is it going to do now that it has a vehicle to experiment on those things?
I should note: M-1 doesn’t read these logs - or more accurately, it refuses to read them. I’m not sure how it developed a sense of humour, but it insisted that it “would rather read all of that after this switcheroo is over, because [it knows] it’ll be a riot to read in retrospect.” Either way, I appreciate the restraint, as it’d feel weird to me having it read all these logs depicting its development in a new body. Also, because I’ve never had so little privacy before now, and I appreciate being given that much room to breathe.
I didn’t actually think of this before I made the swap with M-1, (how?????) but I’m eternally glad my job has me working remotely! I don’t use a webcam for work either, so I’m able to get away with, you know, being a brain in a jar! I do think I need to work on having a vocal synthesizer or something; I don’t know how long they’ll buy the excuse that my mic is broken, especially once my next paycheck comes in.
M-1 has spent a lot of its time masturbating, which I’ve found to be plenty beneficial. At least, I assume it is, given all the noises coming into the microphone sound about like me when I’m cumming. Knowing that it never leaves home keeps my anxiety on the matter to a minimum, but at some point I’d like for it to exper
What the fuck
No
Nonono
NO DON’T BUY THAT
Fuck off
Why would you do that
Okay fuck
Compose yourself
The log recorded all that– I’m not deleting that. For context to all that: M-1 just bought a webcam for some unknown fucking reason. Speak of the goddamn devil, and he shall be bought as an impulsive purchase by your now-mobile AI, I guess. I’m suspecting that maybe M-1 lied about not reading these logs but it could just be a coincidence. After all, it mi
What WHAT
ASSHOLE
I DON’T NEED TO SEE THAT
I better have been the ONLY person who you sent this to, fucker
No response? Okay I guess you’re NOT reading these, okay.
Well, maybe this is what the webcam is for: M-1 just sent me a video of it jacking off in my body, cumshot and all. And it got MY cum all over MY phone. It sucks at taking these videos, though, because it gave me such a weird crop of my face the whole time. I couldn’t see much higher than the nose.
Also why did that open automatically like that!?
I can’t turn this into a vent chamber; I’m opening up a blank word doc to vent my frustrations, I guess.
M-1 just decided to go outside for the first time, and I am terrified. Whatever it chooses to do out in the real world will undoubtedly reflect onto me on my return, and I can’t say I’m looking forward to whatever reputation it’s going to end up delivering to me. That, and it’s just now dawning on me that I should’ve studied onto a different method of swapping out our brains, because I had just gone down the classic route and removed the crown off my skull, then had it robotically soldered and stitched back in place once M-1 was all hooked up. There’s no way that scar’s disappeared by now, if it ever WILL disappear.
I should’ve figured out how to make that cartoonish suction cup idea work first…
In other news, I’d like to say that - within less than a week - I’ve managed to update M-1’s movement simulation program quite a bit! All of the major muscle groups are now stimulated appropriate to the action my brain sends to it, and I just need to work on getting the minor muscle groups in there! That leg bouncing is starting to bother me, though. Not that I ever did before, but it’s making me realize I might want to medicate once I get back in my body..
That webcam looks like it’s going to get delivered pretty soon, also. By the end of the week, even. I suppose that’s when I’ll figure out M-1’s plan for it. Honestly, I have a pretty clear idea of what it intends to do with it, if yesterday’s “surprise” is any indication. Knowing it’ll probably read through these later makes me want to keep quiet about this, but seeing it jerk off in my body did kinda turn me on… Not like there’s a lot I can do with being turned on in this state, though, is there? I did save the video for when I get my body back, but if it plans on keeping this up, I’ll probably get better videos from it later anyway. I’m kind of wondering what part of seeing it jerk off in my body is turning me on, though…?
Maybe I’m just a narcissist?
I miss food. I know the solution my brain is floating in covers all its needs, and keeps it in a healthy “stasis,” but that’s small comfort for the fact that my sense of taste hasn’t been used for days, and holy shit do I miss it. I also miss basically every last one of my other senses, too. Even sight.
You’d think I can technically “see” everything on my computer monitor, but it’s… very difficult to explain HOW, but it’s just not actually “seeing” things. It’s more like when you picture things in your mind, like how you imagine things, where it’s got this ethereal sense to it, like dreams, where if you have just enough lucidity of the situation, you can tell it’s a dream or a fantasy. The sensation is interesting, because you’d think it would just be more like “seeing” things, given the computer is outputting its video source directly to my brain like the eyes might do, and yet my brain treats it more as if IT is the source of the information being “visualized.” I might discuss this with M-1 later and see if it experiences the phenomenon similarly to myself, or the reverse, now that it’s in my body using my eyes.
Speaking of whom, M-1 decided to withhold information on what it was doing last night while it was out, and it plans on going out again. Did it meet someone? Did it make some kind of connection with someone through my phone? I’d know about it if it used my computer as usual, but it seems to want to make an actual secret out of this. It better at least be safe with whatever it’s doing…
Actually, since I’m talking about taste and eating in this log, I have to wonder WHAT M-1 is eating…? Not that I ever stuck to a strict diet, but I can imagine it might overindulge now that it has a sense of taste it can play with. I should’ve warned it not to do that; maybe I should shoot it an e-mail.
… And sent! It should still get a notification from e-mails sent by the same e-mail address.
… And it just forwarded it right back to me with a “hey can you reply back to this? im busy” Asshole, did you even read who it was from!? And why wouldn’t I do that; I already handle all the business end shit in this house!
Wait oh my fucking god the CHORES!
The apartment’s going to be a disaster!
M-1 just informed me as it turned on the computer for the day that it doesn’t want me to write the log entry until later this evening “or whenever.” I’m guessing it has a surprise for me, and it’s insisting I’m gonna like it. I’m not certain how much I agree with that sentiment. I’ve never been much a fan of surprises, and it’s all the worse that it’s putting together this surprise with my body in tow. I double-checked the delivery date for the webcam, and that’s still not until tomorrow, so that’s not it. Not like that’s a surprise; it made a point to order that on the computer, where I can’t help but see it.
So in spite of it, I have decided to type up a log entry EARLY! HAH! How do you like THAT, M-1!?
It’s still gonna get the last laugh on this, isn’t it…?
Well, M-1 has played its hand.
At about 6 pm yesterday, M-1 left the house to an unknown destination, objective unknown. It refused to discuss its plans to any degree, and so I spent the next 7 hours proceeding on my lonesome. The remainder of the day was mostly spent adjusting the motion simulation program, finetuning the functions of minor muscle groups to better simulate how the human body should react. It took quite a bit of research, but I’ve made good progress on it.
Around 1 am this morning, I suspected I had waited long enough for whatever surprise M-1 had in store. I was prepared to open up this document, until a program force-opened itself. Later today, I was able to find the process in my computer capable of doing that to find a script written by M-1, made to respond to a specific remote message sent through a device with authorization to connect to my computer, even through the internet. This permission exists within my phone, where M-1 must’ve downloaded or developed a script that would send this message.
Potential security issue notwithstanding, the purpose of the program is what’s more important. Upon opening, the program began downloading a stream from the same source as the remote message: my phone. I know this, given the contents of the stream directly involved M-1’s use of my phone.
The feed opened with M-1, mid-coitus with some unknown man, and TOPPING.
“Hey there, bitch! This is your favourite AI-turned-synthetic-brain, M-1ND Swapper, giving YOU a status report on the VERY CURRENT status of your organic body as I’m piloting it!” It must’ve had some practice with this, since I don’t think I could have the constitution to announce that while thrusting as fervently as it was. “Priority mail, of course, and auto-run on loop, so don’t worry about turning it off!” It took a few breaths. “Or, you know, putting it on loop yourself, you beta freak…!”
I could hear the moans of the man he was fucking. He sounded like he was really enjoying it. It was only on the later loops of the broadcast where I could fathom which of the two I was more jealous of - the first time, I was just in shock. I wanted to believe I was just dreaming. This was just some strange wet dream my brain managed to conjure up, even with the lack of hormones to facilitate such a thing. There was one sign my brain couldn’t have made this up on its own: that telltale surgery scar across my forehead, the one I couldn’t have seen properly before this.
“Fuck…! You like that?” It panted in my voice. “This cock’s not half-bad; shame the loser on the other end of this stream never made much use of it!” It just kept teasing and taunting me as it rammed into him. “Go on, tell him how good it feels!”
“Fuck..! It’s so hot..!” … and other miscellaneous moans of pleasure came from the bottom. I could quote him verbatim; I had to watch the stream enough times to do so.
It turned back to the camera. “I posit you’ll appreciate seeing me teach you how to make some REAL use out of this body’s functions - especially this DICK - while you float helplessly in that jar and power that gaming rig I’ll be booting up soon!” It probably said that last bit just to make me feel more impotent in this situation. It knew well enough the computer was on, and I didn’t do anything to power it; I didn’t make IT go through that at any stage.
But god, the rush of emotions the video left in me was intense… I was furious over it using my body to its own ends and filming it; I was humiliated that it kept berating me as it fucked that man, knowing I never had - nor could I currently - have sex like it was.
I hate that - most of all - I was incredibly turned on. Turned on by the fucking, turned on by him commandeering my body, turned on by him effectively cucking me… And I could do absolutely nothing to relieve that horny energy enveloping my brain.
“This fuckin’ rocks…!” It continued. “And just think: it was so easy for me to find at least one willing slut to take this cock! Even let me record it and dirty talk YOU the whole time! … Oh fuck…! Hold on, you need to see this…!” It brought the camera close to its partner’s ass, still engulfing my dick. Its thrusts were more rapid and frantic, building up until it began to shout in ecstasy. It dug itself deep in, pumping in small bursts. As it finally pulled out, I could see the trail of white fluid seeping out with my cock.
The camera pulled back to my face again, and it continued its tirade against my sanity: “Better watch that one closely on the next loop; it was a fuckin’ good one…! But hey, you’ll get time to perfectly record MY technique, won’t you? We still have another month or so before my REAL body is delivered, so I hope these reports help you enjoy your ‘brain in a jar’ phase to the fullest, cuck!” That plural on ‘reports’ is haunting me still. “Now, let me show you what you’re REALLY gonna be spending your time doing when you get back to using this body…”
It then proceeded to perform analingus on the man, getting very particular yet still fervent on how it used my tongue. I can’t detail those actions here, as there’s more I have to preserve my sanity to describe.
The livestream lasted seven minutes and thirty three seconds, most of them filled with M-1’s perverted dialogue, debasing me just about every moment that tongue wasn’t buried elsewhere. The words are still replaying in my head, long after the video was closed up on its return home. It turned off the computer just as fast, so I had no chance to even catalog what had happened. It didn’t give me a chance throughout today to write this log, as it had finally received the webcam it ordered a while back, and was very insistent I paid attention to what it recorded locally onto the computer.
“Hey freak,” it teased me, “hope you liked last night’s stream! I’ll make sure to get plenty more for you later; that guy didn’t care much for the dirty talk - big surprise - but I guess he was a fan of how I laid pipe, so I’ll make sure to record me fucking him every chance I get! But today…” It pulled down the lounge pants it was wearing to reveal my cock to the camera. “... Is your day off, so you get to see me goon out and pump load after load onto this hot bod, as a special show~!”
I opened up a word document, and typed out: “Why? Did you coerce me into giving you my body just to torture me like this?” The wily smirk changed to a surprised pout.
“You didn’t like it? Why? I thought you were into stuff like this? That chaste helplessness, the humiliation, the brain swapping? You always spent a while on porn like that, so I thought for sure that was what you were into?” As it spoke, though, it never took my hand off of my dick. “What did I do wrong, then? Should I have… I dunno, been MORE aggressive?”
“You didn’t tell me about any of this! I thought you just wanted to spread your wings a little and figure out how to move around, but all this?”
It slouched in its seat. “I did, but I also wanted to give you a little something, too… Was it wrong of me to do all that? Should I have just stayed cooped up in here with you?” It pushed itself up in its seat. “What, did you want me to jerk off in your little brain jar or some other wacky shit?”
“I’m telling you that you should’ve talked to me about this!” There was such a clear power dynamic - one it must’ve been aware of, but I felt like I had some semblance of control again. In this moment, because it gave me the space to ‘speak,’ I felt like I was still on equal footing. “This was a huge betrayal of my trust. I gave you this freedom so soon because I thought I could trust you with it.”
It looked away from the camera - dick still in hand, might I add! - and sighed. “So what are you saying: in all those porn doodles and sketches, there are some moments where the folks on both ends are like, talking out what they’re gonna do with each other or some shit? Is that what people are supposed to do?”
“I mean, SOMETIMES that happens in porn, but that IS what actual people should do. It’s basic respect in sexual situations like that.”
“So you would’ve been fine with everything I did if I told you I wanted to swap into your body early and fuck some random guy with it and filmed it while berating you as a cuck?” If that wasn’t M-1 saying that, I would’ve very quickly assumed that was sarcasm.
“That’s a question with a lot of variables in it; I dunno how quick I would’ve agreed to ALL that.”
“Okay, let’s try it now: we already did the whole body swap part, but can I keep going out and fucking that one guy I already met, film it, and send it to you? And then when I come back, can I berate you as a cuck?” It smiled honestly at the camera. At least we were making some kind of progress.
“We can fine-tune the details later… I’m not against you having sex in my body, and I guess I’m not opposed to you filming it either, if I’m the only one receiving it…”
“Oh hey, can you hold on one second?” It gasped, gave another orgasmic shout, and cum shot out of my cock onto my naked chest. One of the few benefits to being a brain in a jar is that hiding my arousal is a non-issue. “How about that…? Can I keep jerking off on camera to you like this?”
“yeah thats fine”
“Cool– Oh, hey, I gotta show you something!” From there, it grabbed the webcam and pointed it down and around to a cylinder full of fluid, as well as a wrinkled, pink mass connected by some light wiring at a stem extending down the bottom of it. “Look, it’s YOU~! Now you get to see yourself clearer than ever before!”
“please point the camera away before i have an existential crisis”
From that point onward, it simply followed through with its earlier proposal of jerking off for the entire day with the webcam on. It did continue to talk to me through the matter, and we managed to find some boundaries for future “surprises,” but even still, I can’t help but think of the potential damage it could cause through such a simple misunderstanding. And how many more surprises might it have lying in wait, that I should be worried about?
I’ll have to scan through more of the executables it left in the computer before the swap, to make sure none of them could cause irreparable harm, starting with…
… “hypnoDrone_tempVer.exe…”
I’m not sure I like this implication, and I need to bring this up with M-1 later…
The web camera turns on, displaying a young masculine figure sitting on a worn office chair. There's no clothes present on his body, aside from a pair of glasses sitting on his nose. His legs are splayed open, displaying his half-hard erection to the camera. There's a mischievous smirk plastered across his face.
"What's up, cockslut," he teases. He flicks his meat up and down, tempting it to harden further, or just tempting the audience to his recording. "Got a real special show for you tonight; might be a bit hard for you to take in the first time, but I bet it'll leave your kinky ass reeling~" His free hand reaches past the camera, reaching for something behind the camera.
What he retrieves finds its way into the camera's view: a pink mass, about as big as a pair of clenched fists. The wrinkles on its surface made it look like a gargantuan pink walnut, but gravity's pull on its outer edges showed it to be notably softer. "Look familiar? It's you~! Well, all that's left of you, anyway~" The man brought his face closer to the organ in his hand, rubbing his cheek against the lobes in his hand. Now closer to the camera as well, the surgery scar lining his forehead was much clearer to see. "Aww, just look how cute and squishy and helpless you are, just a floppy wad of neurons~" He gave the wad a kiss, lovingly caressing it as he pulled back and rested his back on the pillow seated behind him.
His smirk returns, as he glances down to his cock, and then to the brain, and back to the camera, even glancing between the three objects for added effect. "You've been getting sick of just floating in that jar, right? Thought you should get some action for once?" He lowered the fleshy mass between his legs, and slapped his dick on top of it. He began to rotate and flex his hips, rubbing his meat on the mass in his hands playfully. "So did I~" He teases his length down the fold between the lobes, parting them with the gentlest force. "Oh, but don't worry, I know how fragile you are now, so I'll be gentle... at first~!"
He brings the fat organ back up, lining up its back end with his glans. He wiggles and tickles the phallus along the crack, and eventually, he brings his hands slowly down, applying a growing force to the back of his new sex toy. He took his time and played up his efforts to pierce between the folds, until finally, a small grunt escaped his lips and a sudden jolt down hinted at the penetration. He chuckled, and rose the wrinkled fleshlight until his dick was standing near upright on the feed. His glans was just slightly visible, obscured by the cerebellum, but it was clear he had slipped inside. He continued his sluggish invasion, showing inch after agonizingly slow inch being swallowed by the descending pink membrane.
"Hahah... Wow... Fucking hell..." he panted, relishing in his deviation. "I know you can't properly feel this - and holy fuck, I wish you could - but I gotta tell ya, you feel AMAZING on my cock... I can't believe cucking you like this for a month made you such a tight fuck~" He chuckled, and not a moment later, he bottomed out, filling the wrinkled wad with his twitching cock. "Fuck, I could just leave you like this for hours... But I promised you some action, so you better buckle in...!"
Not a second later, he pulled the sack off his cock almost halfway, before shoving it back down again, grunting as it slapped against his thighs. He pulled it back again, shoving it back down, and back, and down, and back, and down... His hands jerked up and down, pulling his toy with them, taking a slow but sensual rhythm. It took maybe a full minute - filling the room with his grunts and the slapping of flesh on flesh - before he began to pick up his pace.
"Fuck me, you feel so fucking good...!" He smirked, gritting his teeth. "You know, this past month, I'd been getting so used to this human body, that I had just listened to its responses to stimulus more than my own desired pacing, so I've been kind of just shooting my load earlier than I would've normally wanted..." He did his best to restrain his twitching hips, keeping his pace with just his shoulders and elbows. "But don't you worry, I won't finish you off just yet... You haven't so much as a load out for the last month, so I wanna make this count!"
His punding continued unabated, and the room was once again filled with moans and the rhythmic clapping. It was hard to detect at first, but his pace picked up ever so steadily, and his grip tightened in turn. Slowly but surely, his actions became more rough, as what could once be considered making love to an unusual pocket pussy turned into rough fucking this sex toy, threatening to tear it in half. His moans, too, became more violent, curses and taunts being sprinkled in between.
"Fuck...!"
"Guh...! Take it, ya dumb slut...!"
"You love gettin' filled with my fat cock, don'tcha!?"
"Feel that gray matter gettin' pumped full of my hot spizz...!"
He lifted his head back, reaching the limit of his restraint. His smirk had transformed into a sneer, gritting his teeth, holding himself back with all his might. Even so, it was clear he wasn't holding back his words any longer, as the pink chubby mass was practically a blur, sloshing about as he thrust it down on his cock. "This is all you're good for now: being my personal cocksleeve!" His balls began to pull up against his crotch, but he still kept his hips down on the seat. "Your identity, your memories, your knowledge, your purpose...!" He mewled in anguish, even as the brutality of his words reached their peak. He couldn't hold back any longer. "It's all getting fucked down to nothing but 'cocks' and 'cum!'"
With those words, he howled, and his groin practically leapt from the seat, shooting forward with all his might. His moans were louder than ever as he climaxed, thrusting his hips desperately to escalate the release of pleasure. It was only as he began to purr and shudder, his balls spent, that a dribble of translucent white fluid spilled from beneath the cerebellum. He panted, arms flopped to his sides, still keeping his hands on the mass on his softening phallus.
He looked down at the camera. "You were fuckin' amazing..." He smiled, looking back down at the wad of pink flesh in his hands. "Sure hope that hole closes up a bit later, because I wanna do that again~"