Bio-Digital Babe: A Siren TG Story by SanicTG

 

18+! Here it is, my Tron TG story. I've always wanted to write a Tron story, so I really hope you enjoy it. Adult content warning, as usual. Read at your own discretion. 18+

Encom. A multi-national computer technology corporation. And Jett had snagged a very important set of files from them. He laid back in his chair, relishing in his newfound success. Jett was an extremely skilled hacker, able to bypass most if not all security systems and firewalls, Encom was just the next big bad he was going to take down.

He pulled a USB out of his pocket, and plugged it into his computer, which immediately began to decompile and sift through the data introduced to its system. Jett also began to search through the files, deleting the ones he didn’t need and setting aside the ones that he knew were important. After sorting through piles and piles of business emails and newsletters he finally came across a file he had been hoping to find. Changeroom.exe. This was a backdoor into one of the most advanced systems he had ever seen! Fellow hackers called it The Grid. A massive collection of secret files and programs that had belonged to former CEO Kevin Flynn. He had disappeared years ago but a new movement labeled “Flynn Lives” had continued his legacy. Jett hesitated, preparing himself for the biggest moment in his time as a hacker. He double-clicked the file and then… His PC shut off.

“Damn it!” Jett slammed his fists onto his desk. All that work, deleted in an instant. Must have been a security measure. He thought. Jett went to remove the USB to toss it into his growing pile of damaged ones, when suddenly the stick jolted him with a shock. “What the hell?” He said aloud. He pulled and tugged the stick around but it seemed like it had latched onto his computer. Suddenly a blue light emanated from the USB port and a similar blue light appeared on his monitor. He leaned in to take a closer look, when suddenly a laser pierced through the screen, causing Jett to sprawl back in surprise. But he didn’t fall over. It seemed like he was frozen in place. Then everything began to move around him, trailing behind him in large chunks while keeping an outline of him. It was almost like an old cartoon where a character goes through a wall and leaves the shape of them behind. Then everything went dark.

When Jett awoke he wasn’t in his basement. None of his gear or setup could be seen. He was in a large white chamber of sorts, with no exit and a bunch of panels leading to a small circle of light embedded in the floor. Jett walked further into the room, cautiously avoiding the circle. He felt like this was a test, seeing if he was gullible enough to spring whatever trap someone had put him in. The rest of the room was rather dark, aside from a bunch of segmented wall panels and four sarcophagus-like compartments. They looked… female. Jett could make out the curved waist and rounded chests. After sitting a while without finding an exit, he decided to step onto the circle. Maybe this thing was a pressure sensitive elevator or something, he presumed.

The circle flickered, suddenly he was rooted in place once more, unable to move. Then he heard four simultaneous clicks followed by four whirrs. The sarcophagi opened, revealing four women clad in white latex bodysuits. Jett would’ve pinched himself if he could. The women walked toward him, perfectly in sync, their wedged heels clicking rhythmically against the metallic floor. He could see that their suits were patterned with white lights, trailing down their sides down to their feet. Their movements were slightly off, not quite human. They seemed almost digital in a way. 

Next Jett caught sight of their faces, they all had wing-like eyelashes and their skin was pale. They all had the same hairstyle too, a tightly knit bun. As he gazed into their eyes as they approached, he couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to these four women. They all stopped at the same time, forming a circle around him. One of the women, one with blonde hair, caught Jett’s eye. She stared forward at him, when suddenly her eyes flickered with a flash of white light. Then she spoke.

“Scan complete. Greetings program. You will be outfitted as a Siren for the armory. However your code is corrupted, so we must commence full reconstruction. You may comply or be subject to immediate derezolution.” Her voice was flat, with a robotic undertone. Jett took a moment to process the strange form of language being presented to him. It seemed these women were going to outfit him to work in an armory? And if he didn’t comply, they would “derezz him” or whatever that meant. He reluctantly nodded his head in agreement.

“Commence Siren reconstruction protocol.” One of the Sirens nodded to the group. The blonde one lifted her index finger, when suddenly a spark of harsh blue light shot from the tip, resembling a blowtorch of sorts.

“Uh, is that for me?” Jett asked. The Sirens ignored him and pressed their glowing fingers against him. Jett tried to protest, thinking they were going to burn him, but the light was weak enough that it just seared through his clothing. The women were quick and precise, their torches cutting through his clothes in one clean trail. His clothes fell off in tatters, leaving him naked. Jett also noticed there was no hair left on his body. Wherever the Sirens had touched was completely bare. This can’t be good, he thought. Three of the Sirens walked back towards the surrounding walls while the blonde stayed beside him, a mischievous smile crawling across her face. 

“So what’s the deal?” Jett asked. “Why am I naked?”

“The reconstruction process requires no external garments, so they must be removed.” The Siren replied. Her partners returned, each holding various white shapes. They looked like armor of some sort. Two of them attached a segmented piece which fit around his waist. One of them pressed a button on the back, which activated the device, shrinking down Jett’s midsection until it was trim and curvy. Much to his surprise the process was completely painless, all he could hear was digitized crunching as the device did its work. His spine shifted around, snapping into a curve that allowed his chest and butt to point outwards, making his very masculine attributes contort into a girly shape.

Next, the Sirens attached two armor pieces to each of his arms. The Sirens used their torches to affix them to his body, basically welding them in place. This caused his arms to bend and twist, shrinking down into a feminine shape. His hands shrunk as well, becoming small and dainty, complete with manicured nails. Jett’s eyes widened, viewing the transformation. Suddenly his shoulders dislocated briefly, sloping downward until his collarbone became more visible along his chest. 

The Sirens bent down, attaching four pieces to his legs, one on each thigh and one on each shin. They wrapped around, fully encasing parts of his legs, leaving his knees, butt and feet bare. The Sirens repeated the same process as his arms, sealing the pieces to his body. They finished by closing the seams around the edge of the pieces, leaving behind a line of white light. The lights flashed, activating the pieces.  Jett’s legs shrank, matching his arms. His hips crackled, jutting outwards, becoming much more curvaceous. The pieces around his shins tightened, squeezing the fat from his calves up into his thighs, which began to inflate. They thickened rapidly, growing until Jett was left with two juicy thighs which rubbed against his crotch. He couldn’t help but blush a little, surprised by the sheer mass of his legs.

The Sirens followed up by attaching a set of heels that matched their own, sealing his feet inside. They shrank down, becoming more arched while his nails became more well groomed. Next, one of the Sirens returned holding a chestplate that had two distinctly female protrusions molded into its design. Jett gulped as they outfitted him with the plate. He felt a tug in his chest beneath the plate, then a twitch. His nipples puffed outward, becoming larger and erect. His chest began to heat up as fat began to pile behind his nipples as two large breasts began to form. Jett bit his lip and groaned a little as they settled into place, filling out the chestplate. Finally the Sirens bent down and attached two pieces that fit snugly around his groin and butt. Jett dreaded what was about to happen.

He felt a twitch in his butt as it began to inflate, the cheeks growing rounder and rounder until he was left with a very plump derriere. His little friend poked out from under the pieces containing it, much to his dismay and the Sirens' intrigue. One of them bent down and pressed their torch to a button on the bottom of the piece, allowing it to shift and encase Jett’s groin entirely. She returned to her position as Jett began to blush, feeling the changes coming on. An unseen force began to pull at his length, speeding up at a rapid pace. It pulled and tugged in all the right spots, prepping Jett for transformation. Jett groaned, the pleasure overtaking him. He came, spraying the inside of the piece as it shifted everything inwards, transforming his genitals into their female counterparts. Jett panted, recovering from HER sudden orgasm. 

Nearing the end of their reconstruction process, the Sirens placed a helmet onto Jett’s head, sealing it to the pieces around her neck. The helmet filled with white light, briefly blinding Jett. She felt her hair lengthen, then tie up into a bun while dyeing itself a platinum blonde color. At the same time her face began to shift, her chin rounding out while her cheekbones rose and her eyes slimmed and turned a cold blue. Her eyelashes lengthened tremendously, becoming wavy and voluminous. Her lips plumped up, and finally her voice changed, becoming feminine but very digitized and monotone.

One of the Sirens approached a podium at the far side of the room and retrieved what looked to Jett like disc of some sort. An automated voice filled the chamber.

“Attention program. You will receive an Identity Disc. Everything you do, or learn, will be imprinted on this disc. If you lose your disc or fail to follow command, you will be subject to immediate derezolution.”

The Siren holding the disc pressed it into her back and twisted, affixing it to a holster on the backside of the chestplate. The helmet opened with a gush of steam, Jett taking in a deep breath. She noticed her voice was different. Unseen to her, a bar on the disc began to fill, seeming like it was loading something. Jett went still, her mind being filled with knowledge of the Grid and its society, along with how to function as a Siren. As the bar filled, her eyes flickered. She was complete.

“Reconstruction process complete. Disc activated and synchronized. Begin suit deployment.” Jett looked down, noticing the same latex material the Sirens were clothed in beginning to spread across her body. As the material covered each piece, it was absorbed into the material, leaving Jett bare underneath. She noticed a torch affixing itself to her finger. The material reached its destination, sealing the suit around her ankles. She looked up to her fellow Sirens as the field holding her in place retracted.

“Welcome program. Designate: Jess.” Jess nodded, catching a glimpse of a new compartment assembling itself in the far side of the Armory. She knew her purpose now. To serve the Grid and outfit any combatants for the Games. Although part of her knew what she really wanted to do; Hack the system.

The End

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