Akane’s journey towards the bathroom was one of halting, slow steps. She felt an embarrassingly great amount of wetness between her legs. The fact that it seemed to be arousal and nothing else actually worse.
Which itself wasn’t quite as bad as the fact that the flow of clear lubricant from her aching needy cunt hadn’t yet stopped. The now fatter, thicker and rubberizing folds were slick smooth with the stuff and it dripped constantly down her inner thighs. Every step, even with her sex uncovered and hidden by long t-shirt she pulled down to cover it, brought forth another tremble of white-hot pleasure that had her vision going blue, numbers and letters forcing themselves into view and dying off a moment later as clarity returned.
It was taking very nearly everything she had not to begin feverishly fingering herself in the desperate hope that some sense of relief might come about from the act.
SELF-PLEASURE MODE NOT ENGAGING… RAISING AROUSAL
“NNNGH?!” Akane’s trip down the stairs turned into lurching forward motion as one foot missed the next step as the burning need between her legs turned white hot. Her vision went blue-black, and nothing but a single blinking cursor below the words ‘TENDO OS V. .81 ALPHA’ before her. As she stumbled her arms spun around, righting herself in mid-air, and landing on the floor, legs spread wide, her sex parting further. The glistening bluish folds practically seeming to breath as the internal micro-motors went through test phases and her now plumper plastic pussy mimed the slow luxurious motions of cock milking that would make her a top-shelf pleasure toy. Her eyes were open, staring ahead blankly with bright blue pinpricks of light coming forth. Circuitry was replacing blood vessels and her whole body was seized by tremors as her mind drifted in a pleasurable oblivion.
“I’m home!”
Till Kasumi walked through the door, not noticing her sister’s half-naked and partially sexbot body before her as she walked past with arms holding groceries. She dropped a bag by accident, which landed next to Akane’s foot.
“Oh, Akane… could you get that for me,” Kasumi said, barely giving her sister a sidelong glance as she walked past into the kitchen.
Akane for her part blinking back into awareness, struggling to her feet and hiding her shame, as she pulled the shirt down further…
Not noticing how her height seemed to have decreased just a smidge from when she went to sleep earlier.
“O-oh Kasumi. I… okay sure,” Akane said, grabbing the bag of groceries and carrying it. Not entirely sure why she felt the need to pause her earlier wish to inspect her privates in privacy so as to carry bags for her sister.
DOMESTIC SERVICE ROUTINES RUNNING… ADDING EROTIC BEHAVIOR PATCH
Akane barely noticed a moment later when the process of placing the bag on the kitchen table had her flashing her sex towards Kasumi. Who was obviously deep into a cookbook at that moment. “What do you want for dinner Akane.”
“I… I’m not-”
Ranma’s cock pounding her again and again. Her bloated silicon sphere’s bouncing in tandem with his thrusts as she rocked upon him. Moaning senselessly as she was used and fucked. Only wanting him to cum.
To fill her up.
“I’m not hungry,” Akane said, a blue-tinged blush coming to her cheeks as she stepped out of the kitchen. A little more sway in her rounder rear as she departed.
Tue May 07 16:47:16 2019
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