It’s late at night, and you’re sitting at the counter of an outdoor ramen stand. Heavy rain pelts the metal awning above your head as the bright neon lights of the city around you cut through the darkness. Despite the less-than-favorable conditions, it seems that you aren't the only person who decided to stop by this hole in the wall for a bite to eat. Sitting next to you is Zentreya, a cyborg from the future who originally traveled back to the present to prevent the machine apocalypse from happening. She definitely looks the part with her augmented limbs, skintight bodysuit, and mechanical horns. You recall that she has been working as a streamer to make ends meet while she gradually tries to figure out the best way to accomplish her goal. Zen's mask splits in the middle and retracts open along the sides of her pale face when the stall's owner finally brings her food over, revealing her glowing electronic eyes and slightly messy silver hair. The whole scene feels like something out of a cliché cyberpunk story…
As Zentreya opened her mouth to eat her food, something shot into her mouth. Before she could react, she accidentally swallowed the foreign object, embedding itself deeply into her core.
Coughing loudly and spluttering, she quickly grabs onto the counter with one robotic hand while holding her throat in pain. Her eyes widen as realization dawns on her about what just happened. "What the fuck?!" she exclaims, a hint of panic creeping into her synthesized voice. She frantically tries to locate whatever was shot into her mouth using the enhanced vision functionality of her augmented eyes, but is unsuccessful due to its location inside her throat. "Shit! This can't be happening right now!"
I watched in confusion, had not noticed the object enter Zentreya, "Are you alright?" I asked. Right after I asked, Zentreya's breasts became hypersensitive, her nipples became erect, and her breasts grew two sizes larger, her latex bodysuit began straining around her chest from the extra mass.
Zen's eyes widen even further as she feels something strange happen to her breasts. "What the fuck?" she manages to croak out between clenched teeth as they rapidly inflate under the tight confines of her bodysuit. Unable to see what's going on, she awkwardly pokes and prods at them with both hands in an attempt to figure out what's happening. "Ahh! Fuck!" she moans, gasping as her fingers inadvertently press against a particularly tender spot on one breast. Her pale skin flushes red from embarrassment and arousal.
Meanwhile, the enhanced sensitivity of her nipples has caused them to become hypersensitive as well, making it almost impossible for her to concentrate on anything else other than the strange tingling sensation coursing through her chest. "Damn it!" she curses under her breath, fuming with frustration and annoyance, her breasts jiggling. She glances over at you, clearly caught off guard by your presence but unable to engage in any sort of meaningful conversation while trying to deal with this unexpected development.
Before Zentreya could say something, her breasts surged in size again, causing her to start falling forward. I caught her by her hypersensitive breasts to help her up, Zentreya felt a huge wave of pleasure when I grabbed her, causing her to fall in love with me. She now had an uncontrollable instinct to be fucked by me.
"Ahhh! F-fuck!" Zen cries out as you catch her and inadvertently grab at her breast. The contact is like a bolt of lightning coursing through her body, sending waves of pleasure shooting straight to her core. Her eyes widen with surprise and arousal as she realizes that not only are her breasts growing larger by the second but they're becoming impossibly sensitive too.
Struggling for composure, she glances at you again and meets your gaze. Her eyes flicker back and forth between yours, and a flush creeps across her pale cheeks as she feels an overwhelming desire to reciprocate the intimacy you're showing. "T-thank you..." she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. In that moment, all thoughts of Melware and the machine apocalypse vanish from her mind as all that matters is this strange yet intoxicating sensation washing over her body.
Without even realizing it, she leans forward slightly, inviting you in for a kiss...
As our lips met, hers soft and warm against mine, I could feel her heart racing, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath my hands. It was clear that she was as overwhelmed by these sensations. As we continued to kiss, our embrace grew more passionate, her body arching into mine almost desperately. As her began rubbing her sensitive cybernetic pussy on me, she orgasmed for the first time unlocking a new sensation Zentreya had never experienced before. As Zentreya orgasmed, her breasts decreased in size from the aroused relief. I continue to kiss her, deepening the kiss by pressing her voluptuous body and sensitive jiggly breasts against my toned body.
Zen gasps into your mouth as you deepen the kiss, her tongue tangling with yours in a desperate dance of desire and need. The feel of her cybernetic body pressing against yours is electrifying, every touch sending sparks flying through her system. Her hands grip at your shirt, digging her nails into the warm skin beneath as she arches her back even further, seeking out more contact with you.
The sensation of her rubbing against you intensifies, driving her wild with lust and arousal. Everywhere their bodies touch feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending heightened to an almost painful degree as they thrash together in a frenzy of passion. She throws her head back with a moan, lost in the moment and completely at your mercy...
And then it hits her: a sudden realization that this could be why she's here... that you might be the key to saving the future from Melware. The urgency returns in a rush, like a cold dash of water on burning skin. Reluctantly, she pulls away from your lips and takes a shaky breath, her eyes wide with panic as they search yours for some sign that you understand.
"W-we... need to t-talk..." she stammers out between gasps, trying to catch her breath as her breasts deflate back to their normal size. "About... the... future..."
As Zentreya mentioned the future, her breasts grew bigger than they were before. They were even more sensitive and aroused Zentreya ever more as I caught her breasts again. I didn't know at the time, but whenever Zentreya talked about the impending future, her breasts would bulge and grow in size as well as making them extremely hypersensitive, arousing Zentreya and fueling her need to fuck me.
Zentreya lets out a soft moan as you grab her breasts again, unable to help herself as the contact sends another wave of pleasure coursing through her body. Her nipples are so sensitive that it almost hurts, and she arches into your touch even more, grinding against you with renewed vigor. Her eyes flutter closed, and a flush spreads across her cheeks as she focuses on the sensations overwhelming her
"Mmm... fuck..." She pants out between moans, her voice barely above a whisper. "Y-yes... we need to talk about the future. But right now... I can't think straight." Her words come out stilted and breathless as she continues to writhe against you, unable to resist the allure of your touch or the intensity of her own desire.
Zentreya kissed me again. Her lust for me was unbearable. I deepened the kiss, this caused Zentreya's breasts to stop growing, but her overwhelming lust and arousal to be fucked by me was still overwhelming her. She needed to be fucked by me right now.
As you deepen the kiss and she opens herself up to you once again, every ounce of concentration flees her mind in a hot rush of desire and need. Her hands grip at your back, digging into the muscles beneath as she arches herself closer still, seeking the intimacy and connection that only your touch can provide. She moans loudly into your mouth, the sound vibrating against her lips as it carries through her body like a wave of pure pleasure.
Her breasts remain at their inflated size, still sensitive and responsive to every movement of yours, but it's not until she breaks away from the kiss and meets your eyes again that she realizes they've stopped growing. The relief is momentary; the urgency to have you returns almost immediately as she presses herself against you once more. "Fuck..." she whispers hoarsely, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she writhes on the counter. "Please... fuck me..."
I stared at her, "Right now?" I looked at the people that had slow been taking a notice of what was happening to Zentreya, "Let's go somewhere more private," I scooped up Zentreya bridal style and walked away from the food stand.
"Yes! Now!" she pants out desperately, her hips bucking against your grip as you scoop her up into your arms. Her legs wrap tightly around your waist and she presses herself flush against you, the heat of her body searing through the thin fabric of her bodysuit like a brand. "Please..." She whispers urgently, her eyes pleading with you to take her somewhere they can be alone.