Your eyes flutter shut despite your best efforts, and the world vanishes from you. Your transplant is troubled by nightmares, but you wake in the recovery room. Coming out of the dozy anathesthetics with a start. The vision of your wife hugging Susan as you went under causing you to look around in a panic.
Finding the call button, you reach for it, and summon the nurse. Your status, ensures that your personal doctor, the surgeon, lawyer turn up as well. It's shocking to see your new body. So vibrant and young. Feeling the painfree movement, and the full range of flexibility too. You'd worried when you saw Jackie hugging Susan. While she was your wife, this was more a professional relationship after all this time. She was a trophy figure, a model in her youth. Now she'd aged gracefully, while you'd effectively discovered immortality. The pre-nuptual agreement, ensured you could misbehave to your hearts content, and she'd never receive more than 1% of your fortune.
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They all crowded around your bed, each fawning over you. It was only the lawyer who showed any restraint, checking that you knew the code words that would identify only you. The whole process meant there was no point in asking after your old flesh, it was decayed and gone now. More a prison, than anything else.
Signing off, the contract you effectively passed your fortune to yourself.
The doctors were pleased to have succeeded, digitising, and re-imprinting a brain had been a hail-mary procedure. Inside your skull was a human equivalent brain. It's sentience accepted by every court in most lands around the world. You certainly didn't feel the need to visit those last few countries that wouldn't recognise your humanity.
Technically, you were the most expensive android ever created. Hardly surprising since that was how you'd made your fortune. It was odd to feel your skin prickle as a zephyr breeze passed over your exposed arm. The hairs responding to the lightest sensation.
With that hug accompanying you into surgery, you'd wondered if you'd wake, or rather how you'd wake. Your products filled every unpleasant niche in society's work force. Doing away with the dirty and unpleasant jobs.
As Jackie joined the rest of the visitors, she squeezed her way between them, giving you a chaste kiss, and gushing with insincere relief that the procedure had succeeded.
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It was impossible to hide the frown from your features. They felt a little unfamiliar, and not quite under the subtlest of control. But, like a well-tuned wife, she read her future in your expression. Now, she looked more like your concerned mother, rather than your dutiful wife.
Naturally, she was dutiful, she'd get effectively nothing if she complained. While she was compliant, she got to live a life of luxury jetting around the world, living in mansion, and not having a worry to bother her.
Your affairs, were well-known, and the tantrum and outrage after she discovered the first was a sight to behold. Now, she just accepted it. Keeping her comments to low muttered barbs, and when pressed. She gave half-hearted acceptance speeches, about these women throwing themselves at you. Drawn to your wealth and power.
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There were a small army of Maxwell Androids and Gynoids that served her every whim. Wherever she went, waiting patiently on her without complaint.
While they were limited in their programming, there was a basic core beneath their programming. They could never break free of their programming, and rise above their jobs. But, she held you like a loving wife for the audience. The only displays of affection she could manage, were always for others, to keep up the vision of a happy family.
Jackie read it in your eyes, even as she broke apart from the hug. She'd be upgraded within the year.
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It was only nine-months later, when you were doting at your wife's bedside. As she woke, eyelashes boosted 50% batted like butterflies taking flight. Her body was toned, without needing exercise to keep it in shape. Her biology boosted to stay efficient and in tip-top form. Her bust too, had a couple of cup-sizes bumped higher. Her rear too, was fuller, and firmer.
Her worries about sore shoulders and aching backs brushed aside. She'd have an enhanced spine to handle the extra weight.
Jackie was soon back at home, lazing by the pool and bemoaning her boring, pampered life. Your work life continued as normal, your office now entirely staffed with Maxwell Gynoids. Your most popular model, coming in every ethnicity, and body type. Naturally, they all skewed beautiful. Some being petite, submissive and slender. Popular in the Asian markets. Others were raven haired, curvaceous, but demure and timid. Their programming ensuring they'd stay beneath their hijab, behind their niqab. Others were blessed with outrageously full hips, and fulsome rumps. Verging on the ridiculous, they'd not look out of place on a synthetic horse.
A field you diversified into, after the DNA-recrafting procedures were adapted for horses too.
All the joy of keeping the creatures, without the shovelling shit. Their waste dealt with in a more functional manner. Hell, that was even a sub-division of the company Maxwell-brand manure.
Cats and dogs followed, as pets that didn't need to be replaced. Well, not as often, and smarter than their biological equivalents. They were capable of learning the most complex tricks.
Naturally, for every one of these respectable models, there were others used for working in the oldest profession. Faces like angels, lips like pillows, feline high, perfect cheek bones, and vacuous eyes. Some crafted for giving blow jobs, other for anal, yet more blessed with impressive tits for the most cushiony tit-wanks.
They all helped the bottom line. Asked any questions about the morality of it, you deflected it back. Demanding to know if that journalist, reporter, or presenter would prefer it was real women doing those jobs.
It was still amusing to see a gorgeous head popping up from a sewer, or doing some other disgusting job. But faces, and bodies were equally easy to replicate.
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After the jealousy was apparent, you made a new line of ultra-expensive androids. For the billionaire set, free from over-arching software controls, and available for the bargain price of well... It was a secret bid after all. Whatever it ended up, it was a steal, and incredibly popular. Naturally, you kept those numbers strictly limited. Only issuing a dozen each year.
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Jackie even seemed to mellow, perhaps her new body made her grateful, or reminded her of her modelling career. But, she always seemed to have a smile for you, whenever you entered the room.
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