For a moment all I can hear are the panting sounds of my breath and the delighted bass-filled huffs from the man behind me, the ambient sounds only finally being broken by a loud smack across my ass cheek. My back arches with the impact, a squeal escaping my lips as I feel the massive rod quickly slide out of me.
"Eric!" shouts the goth, her piercing emerald eyes glaring above and behind me at the unseen man. "For fucks sake did you just..."
"Chill Mel, it's not my fault" the man pants, still struggling to catch his breath. "I haven't cum in like a week, and I wasn't expecting you to show up to make her grip so..."
"I know I know, you can't make a woman cum" she jabs, reaching out to hold me up as my shaking arms threaten to give out. "But seriously Eric, what the fuck. She still needs to survive your day together! I swear, you'll fuck her stupid at this rate and I'm not cleaning up after you" the goth pouts, gazing down at me with sympathetic eyes as I whimper and quiver braced against the counter top.
The sound of chairs legs soon grind across the polished hardwood floor, my body quickly collapsing into a seat as I feel something slide beneath me and a hand pull me back. I lean back in the seat, my lower back pressing into a stumpy piece of wood and I feel a rock hair sweating muscular torso behind my head and shoulders.
I moan pathetically as a rough large hand grabs at my chest, the thick fingers sinking into the squishy flesh almost painfully as the man behind me kneads them.
"You're just jealous you have to go to work today Mel" the gruff voice chuckles, his violent teasing only growing more eager as I whimper and wriggle weakly on the wooden stool beneath me. "Besides, look at her. She loves being treated like..."
"Shut up" Mel sighs back with an eye roll, her shoulders slumping as a short sharp chime comes from beyond the previous closed door. "Shit" she hisses, shuffling over to the fridge as she quickly grabs a carton of milk before chugging straight from the cardboard.
"Gross Mel" the man blurts out, leaning down towards me as he begins to kiss and suck on my neck.
"Fuck you" she snaps back with a burp, her curvaceous form quickly racing off to the other room as she begins to pull off her top. "I needed breakfast!" she shouts, slamming the door shut behind with a sharp kick.
For a moment I'm left in the grasp of the mysterious man, glimpses of his blonde hair fluttering into view as I writhe in my seat and my eyes roll back in my skull.
I feel as the cum slowly cools across my thighs and exposed pussy as I grind into the seat, the foul sticky substance drying against me and sending chills down my spine. Despite the disgusting sensations gripping my lower half I could help but rock my hips and moan against my will, the forceful and domineering teasing of my body leaving me a slave to the impulses coursing through me.
Losing track of time I'm snapped out of my lustful stupor as I hear the sound of loud stomping foot falls soon stamp their way back into the room.
"Shower! Now!" the goth barks, the order suddenly causing the man to release his pawing grasp on my overflowing chest. "You stink, trust me" she continues, drawing closer to me as the man takes a step back. I feel one of his hands wrap beneath my arm, the man quickly pulling me from the seat as I stagger to my dainty feet.
"Sure, we can save some water if..." he begins to explain, only to be cut off as I'm pulled to the side by the shorter goth woman.
"Noooo..." she admonishes, tutting like she's having to explain things to a dim child. "That would be so counterproductive, the point is to get clean not fuck until the hot water runs out" she grumbles, pulling me closer to her as I feel my torso press into cold leather jacket and my leg brush against a set of torn jeans.
"We live in an apartment Mel..." the man sighs, tapping his foot. "It's not like we can run..."
"You know what I mean. Fine, until you rack up a massive bill" she snaps back, holding me firmly as she begins to guide my back towards the bed room. "She'll be here when you get back lover boy, but trust me when I say women like men who have bathed" she chuckles, pausing for a moment. "Especially if you want any chance of head."
"Fuck you" the man chides playfully, his heavy foot falls soon pacing off towards the bathroom.
"Not interested" the goth scoffs back, easing me through the bedroom door before gently laying me down onto the bed.
Mel slowly nudges the door partially shut, the bathroom door soon slamming closed a room over as the goth simply rolls her eyes.
"Sorry darling" she coos softly, watching as I twitch and quiver on the sweat stained mattress. "I've got to open the store today, otherwise I would have been all for staying in here with you. I'll be back at five, don't let Eric wear you out and I promise we'll have some fun" she explains, slowly leaning in to kiss my cheek for nibbling at my earlobe.
"He isn't the only one pent up thanks to your stupid flu."
Panting and wheezing I struggle to collect myself, my heart pounding as my arms and legs splay out across the bed. My chest presses down atop me heavily, the enormous jiggling mass roiling with each and every twitch and quiver from my taut aching muscles.
"What... " I wheeze weakly, blinking rapidly as I try to focus my vision. "Fuck that..." I pant, inhaling deeply as I struggle to even get my pleasure wrought body to move an inch.
The sound of running water soon creeps in through the thin walls of the apartment, a shiver running up my spine as my mind wanders to what will happen when the shower stops. A low rumbling moan slips from my lips as I squirm on the bed, my plush thighs squishing together as I feel my pussy twitch in anticipation.
"Very... Very eye-catching..." I whimper, rolling my head forward as I stare at my sweaty cum-filled body in the mirror. Looking back at me is an obviously happy young brunette, the living breathing natural sex-doll staring at me with hooded eyelids and a lewd grin. "Okay... I need to... to..."
Suddenly, a loud buzzing causes my to snap from my stupor. Looking around the room lazily I soon spot a tight set of pale blue skinny jeans, a rectangular light emanating from the pocket.
With a wild flail I swing my limp and exhausted arms beside the bed, my slender fingers jabbing around against the floor before they finally find the coarse denim and elastic blend. Slowly but surely I pull the pants towards the bed, heaving them up with a grunt as I drop the jeans across my flat taut stomach.
Reaching into the pocket I slowly fish out the familiar black phone, the make of model being identical to the one I had used to guide myself to the testing site what seemed like a few hours ago. I move to unlock it with the same code I had on my old phone, only to find the device unlocking at the sight of my blessed out face.
Appointment Reminder
My eyebrows raise at the sight of the notification, an email subject line that had seemingly set off the phone due to the urgent sounding nature. My fingers prod and poke at the screen, the digits shaking a bit as I still find myself coming down from the cascade of pleasure I had just endured.
Appointment Reminder
Dear Ms Jordan Hughes,
Thank you once again for assisting us with our research.
We understand that most individuals have their reservations when it comes to this technology, especially considering what you are being asked to give up. However, with tests like these we hope to advance our understanding of this phenomena leaps and bounds.
We are writing to remind you of your appointment at;
9:15AM Today
If you can no longer make your appointment, or wish to withdraw your participation, please respond to this email as soon as is practicable.
Otherwise, we look forward to seeing you.
My legs shake like jelly as I follow along behind the oddly familiar scientist, the middle-aged Indian woman having looked at me as a stranger despite the fact I had seen her only a few hours before. The bounce and shake of my chest is a constant nagging presence, the loose gray hoodie I had found on the bedroom floor doing little to support the massive weight as dainty gait leaves my whole body shifting.
My eye twitches with discomfort as I feel cum drip and dribble from my pussy into the tight jeans clinging to my lower body, silent prayers flooding my mind that I manage to get through all this before the wet patch showed through the thin denim blend.
"Right this way Ms Hughes" the short rubenesque woman coos with a thick English accent, gesturing to my right and a small doorway. I blow sweat matted hair out of my face, biting at my lower lip as I sashay towards the door. "While it may be a bit warm in there, don't worry. You don't need to..."
"Take off my clothes or anything" I cough back, nudging the door open before quickly striding inside. "I know, I know."
"I... that's..." the woman stammers, looking a little confused as I walk past her into the sweltering cramped room. "Must have told her before..." she whispers under her breath, checking her clipboard before quickly returning to her task. "Just wait right in there, take a seat, and we'll get everything warmed up properly."
I'm left sitting in the familiar room once again, panting and sweating bullets as the room's temperature reaches a fever pitch. I can feel my enormous bust begin to stick to itself and my chest, the sticky mounds of flab clinging to my sweat drenched flesh.
Looking down I let out a whimper, the shelf of flesh not being enough to block the sight of the cum stain running down the leg of my jeans or my dainty wriggling toes.
"Goodbye you stupid..." I begin to wheeze in my sweet cutesy voice, the words coming out in a drained rasp thanks to the cloying heat.
Suddenly, I feel the walls warp and ripple as the familiar and intrusive force quickly begins to snake its way beneath my skin. A small chime rings out, the screen embedded by the door lighting up as it reads.
'Extracting: Wild & Fun Relationship'
My eyes go wide as I read the message, my stomach sinking as I feel the unseen tendrils snag some intangible object deep inside my core. I open my mouth to cry out to stop, to scream they've got the wrong trait, only for a pathetic pained gurgling to slip out from my throat.
The procedure quickly continues despite my stymied attempts to stop it. Ripping, tearing, desperate hunger, and then devouring something new. My body aches, nerves screaming and skin burning as I soon tumble from the small seat once again.
The last thing that I see before whiting out is the small screen reading
'Implanting:...'
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