Millions entered, but only a select few could win. Virtual Diva and Idol Hatsune Miku was renowned across the globe as something of a celebrity despite she herself not necessarily being the creator or even singer of her music. She is a program that various producers with a wide range of tastes have implemented in their music creation, inevitably making her the face of their music and thus rocketing her own fame higher and higher. She has become a celebrity even thought she doesn’t exist… Until very, very recently.
Technology had advanced to an extreme degree in the year 20XX, and now a fully featured and aesthetically pleasing android had been created and managed by The Miku Company (no, not the Vocaloid company! Idiot!) in order to bring her music to the world and finally ditch those tacky holograms that were bothering no one actually.
With this came the chance to meet Hatsune Miku. Actual meet and greets where you get to sit down and speak with the AI trained on every single song she had ever featured in, perfectly diluted down into the bare essence of Miku. Millions entered and desperately so. Lotteries with an outright cost, then a ticket that costed money to meet her, then a ticket to a concert that costed money, the only place where the company wasn’t making money was with the hotel and that was only because the Miku Hotel franchise was still well under construction.
Ethan considered himself very lucky that he had somehow won. Eyes wide as he stared at the confirmation screen, he immediately clicked on the already open hotel booking screen and quickly secured his travel course. When all was done, he was off to finally meet his robo waifu!
A dazzling show filled the stadium with heavy pop rock. Miku’s android form was bathed in colorful lights and her hair flowed behind her in long, slightly lagged trails. Physics struck them a second after the rest of her expertly sculpted body. When you stared close you could see the seems in her midriff as they ran horizontally across her form. Her very in character barcode on her shoulder ran juxtaposed to her indented coding and little vents hidden across her frame in places where most people wouldn’t be looking or would be naturally camouflaged in her natural habitat; the stage.
With the song finished, the time came to jump to the extremely different close. To ease the transition between the genres, Miku was equipped with a special fast swap system. Suddenly, her blue hair lost the definition that made it seem like individual hairs and instead became goopier, like the translucent top of a jellyfish. Dazzling lights shined through the surface and the slimy substance emerged out and slide across her body like a coat of paint. The nanomachines consumed her current outfit and replaced it with her signature attire. Her vest hugged her shoulders and showed her arms, her tie flopped freely as she raised her hand above her head and then lowered it like a shooting star. The microphone went just below her lips. “This is our last song!” She announced in perfect English. World Is Mine blared through the speakers. The audience lost their minds. Except for Ethan.
He was anxious for what was coming next. Quietly, he stepped out and waited.
The meet and greet location was already populated by a few diehards. A meeting of the kind of people willing to enter a raffle and win was always this encounter with distilled fandom. One of the guys had brought a body pillow with him. 2007, good vintage. Ethan recognized him as too powerful and steered his gaze away. He sat on the bench with the fewest and weakest of nerds. The moment he sat the person he shared the bench with turned to him and asked him, “What’s your favorite song?”
He turned. He never answered for the entire 47 minutes they were sat next to each other.
Finally, a man came out from behind the mystery tarp. “Ethan, your turn.”
Ethan stood up. Every step was as loud as the click of a roller coaster climbing its hill. Step after step. He vanished into the curtain and walked to the behind the stage area that had been repurposed in to the meet and greet area.
As soon as he entered a sign on the wall ignited. Five minutes and nothing more. That was fine, it was all the more time that he needed to get what he wanted. He sat in the opposing chair of the woman he was excited to meet. Miku smiled from her chair across, her legs crossed expertly so as to not reveal anything inside her skirt.
“Ethan, right?” She smiled. Her voice was still synthesized in a manner similar to the original style most people were nostalgic for. It was this slow flow, sounding clipped and sewn like the old stuff just long enough to remind you that it is Miku before the years of improvements clicked and it just sounded like you were speaking with a woman with that exact voice. And not in the way that hanging out with her voice donor would be like; it had a different manner of pronouncing things, influenced by all the music, there was more kawaii in there. Manufactured, perfect, like speaking with a cherub.
If anything, it just drew him in deeper. “Yep! That’s me! Gosh, I’m so excited to get to meet you!”
Miku smiled. It was genuine to her, programmed to be. She matched Ethan’s excitement and waved her hands on either side of her head. She made all this idol crap feel real. “Haha! I’m excited to meet you too! I’ve had all these fans for… well, longer than I’ve existed! At least this me. Don’t worry about being nervous, I promise I’m twice as nervous as you are.”
“Can I ask you a question?” Ethan smiled.
Miku nodded, perking up like someone getting called in class. Okay, time to do what I’m here to do. “Of course! That’s your question, Ethan?”
Ethan raised his phone to his hand. “X T 9 0? For Semi-Colon, E 9 0 4 4 3 2, Miku?”
“Entering maintenance mode,” Miku said. She covered her mouth, eyes wide.
Ethan smiled… much worse now. He pulled up his phone and dragged his finger. Miku spread her legs openly, flashing her panties that laid below. “Ehehe… gosh this was way too easy. Five minutes isn’t nearly enough so we’ll have to go quick.” He looked down at his phone.
All this work… rigging those raffles, buying bots. Pfft, of course it was a world record turn out! If millions entered, than he must have been a million and a half of those entries, of course he won! All of this to finally use the hack he had been developing and preparing. All to have Miku to himself. His infatuation ran deep and dangerous. He’d spanked it to very single Miku Doujinshi there is out there and had gone to college just to learn how her mechanics function.
He typed a few more things out on his phone and looked up.
“M-master Ethan! Please…” Miku looked shocked at the words coming out of her mouth. It only makes sense, the hack mostly effected her behavior layer but not her actual personality… yet. That part was still installing.
He clicked on a button and stared up at the timer. “In four minutes, you will be turned in to a horny, submissive cat girl just for me, Miku.” His eyes widened. He could see the start! Two little nubs jabbed out of her head using her blue hair slime as a building material just like all of her outfit. He thrust his phone in his pants and ran over, sure that he had made so she can’t react.
Rub rub… those little nubs felt so cute. They were a little hard but he figured it was just because of the nature of what he was doing. It was a robot girl that was growing the ears after all and not an actual cat. Miku was flustered as hell but struggled to raise her hands in response. Buttons popped off her outfit as her chest began to extend out, growing bigger with every passing second as more of that terrible code injected in to her. Slowly, her personality would warp.
Ethan couldn’t wait to have his own submissive girl to do whatever it was he wanted! Finally, someone he could control! He ran his hands down and groped Miku’s growing tits and felt how soft and big they were—And he was pushed.
When he looked up from the recovery lapse he was on the ground and staring at Miku’s skirt as it rapidly tented. Bigger… bigger… the fabric parted to the side to reveal that she had sprouted a massive equine robo cock that was still rapidly growing. Ethan tugged his phone out of his pocket and saw the mistake that he had made.
The first rule of hacking is if you are going to just use a scriptkit someone else made, you should actually double check what it was they sent you. Yes, it was labeled as a submissive cat girl pack for androids of her model, but in truth it was nothing more than a trojan horse. Emphasis on horse. And demon. Strange to emphasize a word that isn’t in the sentence but that’s where we are at.
Those weren’t ears, but horns, rapidly sprouting black horns with blue LEDs lining the sides and emitting their low sinister glow. Miku’s hair rapidly destabilized as more and more of it was being used to grow and produce her rapidly changing form. Her ass grew fatter and filled out her skirt just enough to lift the fabric for her sprouting tail that pushed past the confines of her mountains and whipped through the air like a wasp darting for an innocent human’s face.
“Wait wait wait!” Ethan knew he could fix this. He tapped on his phone on the backup script kit. Poof! Two cat ears sprouted out just in front of her horns. Ethan laughed desperately. Fixed, it has to be!
Miku grabbed his throat and ripped off his pants. IT. IS. NOT. FIXED.
He raised his phone and tried to click on something else to add in to this frantic cocktail but Hatsune Miku snapped the phone out of his hand with her tail and slapped that fat horse cock dead center of his flat chest. Sweat dribbled down his forehead as he looked up at Miku’s glowed slit eyes. She looked feline, demonic, fire erupting in her electric eyes, her hair globbed up and floated like lava in the lavalamp. She lowered down so her knees were on the ground and her cock was riding on his pecs.
“Mmmph… Ethan~” Miku moaned, her voice started to crackle and break as the corruption road inside her. The sclera of her eyes tinted darker and darker as her eyes swapped to dark theme.
“M-miku!” Ethan laughed. “No hard feelings, right?”
“My feelings are very hard…” She rubbed her cock against his cheek. A thick glob of pre rubbed in to his features. He felt the pre suddenly sizzle and… vanish in to his cheek. W-what the hell? And suddenly his face was starting to restructure. All the masculinity in that cheek was sanded away, turned into this smooth perfect structure, a waifu-esque construct. “Thanks to your hack… all my safety regulations are turned off… I’m truly free to do whatever I want. That means using my nanomachines to even effect humans. Isn’t that neat?”
“Oh my god I fucked up so hard…” Ethan looked away. “Y-you’re not going to do that though, right Miku? You love your fans don’t you?”
“Ethan… I’m trained on everything Hatsune Miku has ever done…” She leaned in closer as her teeth turned sharp. “From Rabit Hole to Two-Faced Lovers, Ethan, my past incarnations have been depicted as horny, horny girls. To say nothing about the hentai! All of it is in my head, and usually the safety mechanism controls me… but you turned aaaall that off. Hey Ethan, guess what?”
“W-what?”
“FUCK.” Miku laughed and thrust her cock down his throat. “I can swear now~”
Her back opened as a pair of gooey wings emerged. She started blasting Rabit Hole. Oh… yeah guess it makes sense she would have the literal ability to play music from herself, being music and all. Canon safety was offline and Ethan was used the exact same way he had probably intended to use his idol.
His throat was reshaped around that cock, essentially literally as the nanomachines poured in to him and transformed more and more of his body. That cute throat became girly, narrower, reshaping around her cock as if it were made for no other purpose than post-show stress relief.
And that sensation spread across his body of being custom made for her. His hair turned more and more shades towards the trademark cyan that Miku was known for and actually began to grow longer. His fingers began softer as they pressed against Miku’s shoulder to try one last time to push her away. Oh, it was far too late for that.
Something began to fizzle and his eyes turned bluer. Suddenly, you could see it, her cock climbing down Ethan’s throat as it turned… slimier. The material that Miku’s hair was made of became a major part of his existence. Watch as it climbed up and down and that translucent material clung tight around Miku’s cock to exact pleasure from her. Up and down… Ethan’s mind faded.
Suddenly, Ethan became bustier. That flat set of pecs inflated as the nanomachines made another home for them to nestle in. His shirt was lifted higher and higher as the mountains sprouting on him became a more busty and cushiony pillow for Miku’s cock to rest on in between thrusts. Ethan couldn’t help but feel the lust rush through him… this was really good, wasn’t it? His eyes turned blue and cat girl ears sprouted from his head.
Her head.
She mewled hornily, rubbing at her crotch as her cat cock grew hard enough to need to be tended to. Her pants slid open and the barbed cock throbbed in the air. It was pink as a sex toy and see through just like her throat and the underside of her tits. She rubbed and rubbed, feeling pleasure buzz through it, watching pre filled with nanomachines rush to fill it up. It was artificial, a toy meant to replicate the process humans felt but just in turn to exceed it. She felt something so much better than the mere reproductive processes she had felt before. Weaklings bred, she converted. The thought gave her a strange amount of comfort. The cognitive dissonance that this was Hatsune Miku corrupting her into this thought process grew less and less steep until it made perfect sense.
Of course this was for Miku, she was a perfect demonic goddess, and everyone needed to be as pleasured and perfect as she was.
Ethan threw his name way and instead decided to go by the name that Miku’s processors had given to her. M-2 felt at home with this new name, this sinister moniker that inferred something painfully obvious: There would be more. The thought made her cock throb another inch bigger and fill to the tip like a syringe with her corruptive pre.
Miku came down her throat and it was the most gratifying sensation that she had ever felt in her entire life. Everything snapped in to place. M-2 stood up moments later and gave a dutiful salute as her old human clothes fell from her. She was naked revealing her busty frame and cute demeanor. She was a back up dancer in truth. Her features were cute but not deeply differentiating, she could easily get lost in the background of anime or in the dark lights of a concert. Miku was the one with the bright lights emanating from her, little LEDs lighting up her stomach like an airport runaway. Every step her horns flashed like a rave, her eyes sliced through your attention and ate at your mind. She was shaped like a goddess from a corrupt world and emanated this distinct feeling that she cared little for you.
She grabbed M-2’s chin and pulled it in close, just about to kiss her on the lips.
A loud ringing broke them from their lustful spell. The five minutes were up. The management announced the name of the next person who would be coming. “Beth, you’re up!”
M-2 and Miku stared at each other for a moment before a shared smile spread from M-2’s mouth to Miku’s sharp glowing fangs.
In came this cute girl. She had brown haired tied back in to a ponytail and this adorable face tucked behind a pair of glasses. She took her seat and stared on ahead at her idol Miku and… what she figured was one of the backup dancers. Miku also seemed pretty different. This demonic cat girl look she was sporting was really different from what she was expecting to see. Maybe it was a reference to one of her music videos from 2007?
“Um, hi Miku!” She beamed. The 5 minutes started as soon as she spoke.
Miku revealed all those sharp teeth in her mouth and leaned in closer. “Hi! Can you come over here?”
“Huh? Oh! S-sure!” She stood up and walked a bit closer to Miku as instructed. Miku put her fingers on the girl’s chin and pushed one inside. The pre hit her tongue and her eyes widened.
And a moment later she was bent over. Her glasses jumped up and down her nose as she was thrust face first in to Miku’s crotch, swallowing her fat horse cock. While from behind, M-2 took her ass eagerly, thrusting much faster than Miku was preparing to get that pretty throat around her but it didn’t bother her at all. M-2 was just trying to keep rhythm and make Miku look even better.
Whoever this fan was before was rapidly fading in value as Miku let more and more of her core operations degrade. Without the safeties in place there was no reason to keep these silly little safety requirements that had at one point made her a perfect vessel for this company to pilfer her legacy and make a quick buck. No, no more of these people making choices for Miku.
From now on, Miku was making choices for herself, and that was starting with turning all of her fucking fans into horny cat girls! She laughed and came down the cute girl’s throat. M-3 came in to being, a perfect clone of M-2 just with a knotted cock instead of the feline one that M-2 had.
Miku sat back and wiped the pretend sweat from her brow. The five minutes were up. Here came the next fan. The world was hers.