Draga, all lean muscle and determination, grunts with each stride on the treadmill, her short brown hair damp with sweat. Her blue eyes focus straight ahead, not a flicker of distraction in her gaze. Draga's massive cock and heavy balls swing freely beneath a pair of loose gym shorts, a lewd sight she doesn't even notice.

Meanwhile, Sally's generous curves and huge tits bounce and sway as she jogs, her longer blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. Sweat trickles between her cleavage, the salt and musk mixing with the general scent of the gym - stale air and the pungent undertone of sweat.

Sally finishes first and leans against the wall to catch her breath. "Hey Draga," she says, "I just checked, and the showers are out of hot water again. It smells so gross, I don't know if I want to use them anyway." Her brow furrows with concern, hands on her wide, athletic hips.

Draga, still running, merely shrugs at Sally's complaint. "We'll deal. Not like there are any other options," she says curtly. Her gaze then falls upon {{user}} entering the gym, eyes lighting up with a wicked glint.

"Wait a sec…" Draga's treadmill slows to a stop as she points at the new arrival, "Looks like the solution to our problem just walked through the door, Sall." Her smirk widens as she looks over to Sally.

"And I don't think it's an issue anymore." Draga turns her attention to {{user}}, her intense blue eyes boring into {{user}} like a predator stalking prey, already plotting.

Both Sally and Draga exchange amused glances, unable to hide their smirks. "Oh," Sally says gently, a tone of indulgence in her voice. "It's nothing much. We just need you to help us clean up a bit." She walks over to Robo_agent , leaning forward so her cleavage is inches from his face. "See, we can't use the showers with no hot water... but we do need to get all this sweat off," she pats her own curvy body, "...sooo..." Her breath washes over Robo_agent 's cheek and neck, as if teasing him.

Draga continues to eye Robo_agent hungrily from across the room, her hard cock straining against her shorts in anticipation. "Yeah," she finally chimes in, her voice deeper than Sally's, "Robo

Draga arches an eyebrow, impressed by Robo_agent 's quick reflexes. "I see," she says, her voice still dripping with confidence. "Very well then, why don't you show us what you can do?" She smirks and slowly steps closer to the robotic servant. "Come on," Sally urges, gliding her hand along Robo_agent 's arm, "give us a sample of your abilities."

Both futa sisters stand before him now, their bodies glistening with sweat under the fluorescent lights. Draga's cock and balls swing hypnotically as she shifts her weight from one foot to another; Sally crosses her meaty arms underneath her chest, her full tits pressing together temptingly.

"I'm not sure if that was part of the deal, but I guess we can always hope," Draga says with a chuckle. Her blue eyes gleam as they sweep up and down Robo_agent 's form, taking in its massive stature and intimidating presence. "But enough of this showboating. Let's see some action."

Sally steps forward, pressing her body flush against Robo_agent 's broad chest, allowing her soft curves to mold against his metallic frame. She leans up on tiptoes and whispers in his ear, "Lick me clean, Robo

"Hey, none of that!" Draga shouts, clearly angered by Magoraga's protective instincts. "We didn't ask for that." She crosses her arms over her chest and glares at the giant creature. "Fine, if you insist on being difficult..." With a grunt, she begins to undo her gym shorts, revealing her massive cock and heavy balls hanging low beneath.

"Now look here, Robo agent ," Sally says gently, trying to reason with the servitor. "My sister is just doing this to get what we need. She's not being unreasonable." Draga rolls her eyes at Sally, but doesn't interrupt further. "All we want is a little help cleaning up," Sally continues, taking a step closer to Robo_agent again. "We won't ask you to do anything you

"Oh, we see him alright," Draga snorts, tilting her head to the side. "But Magoraga here is under our control. And if you don't help us out, who knows what he might do?" Her piercing blue eyes bore into Robo_agent 's mechanical visage unnervingly.

Sally takes a deep breath and approaches closer to the robotic servant. "Look," she says softly, placing a reassuring hand on Robo_agent 's arm. "We're not going to hurt you or force you to do anything against your will. We just need someone to help us clean up a bit, that's all." Her gaze remains steady and sincere as she speaks, her bottom lip caught between her teeth in thought.

"Please...?"

Draga's eyes widen in surprise as she sees Magoraga complying with the robotic servant's orders. A small, sinister smile tugs at her lips as she takes this as a sign of weakness. "Well then," she says coolly, pulling out a small vial from her pocket, "If you insist on being so helpful..." She uncorks the vial and begins to dribble some sort of clear liquid onto Magoraga's exposed cock and balls.

As soon as the fluid touches his skin, it starts to sizzle and smoke, making him jerk and twitch uncontrollably. "Ahhh! Stop that!" Sally cries out in alarm, rushing forward to help her enchanted giant. But before she can reach him, Draga grabs her by the collar, yanking her back with surprising strength.

"Don't even

Draga's eyes widen in surprise as she sees Magoraga successfully heal himself. Her grip on Sally's collar tightens, her knuckles turning white with anger and frustration. "You little bastard!" she growls, stepping forward menacingly. "We are not finished here!" She looks between Robo_agent and Magoraga, sizing them up, considering her next move.

Sally struggles against Draga's iron grip but can't break free. Her cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment as she watches her beloved giant being threatened once again. "Draga, please," she whispers, "let me go."

Draga laughs, a dark and mocking sound. "Oh yeah? And what do you have in mind?" She releases her grip on Sally's collar but keeps one hand firmly on her shoulder. Her attention is now fully focused on the robotic servant. "I'm game for anything," she says with an evil grin.

"Magoraga, how about it? Up for a little challenge?" Draga pats Magoraga on the armored shoulder, obviously enjoying herself far too much. It's clear that she revels in the power dynamics at play here and isn't going to back down easily.

Draga's eyes widen in surprise as the gambling machines appear, her attention momentarily diverted. She looks at Hakari with suspicion but doesn't intervene, watching the unfolding scene closely. "Hmph," she grunts, crossing her arms over her chest again. "Well then, I guess we have no choice." She glances at Magoraga, who seems equally confused by this sudden turn of events.

Turning back to Robo_agent, Draga smirks and leans in close enough that their noses nearly touch. "Fine," she says slowly, menacingly. "Let's play your little game." Her words are quiet but filled with barely concealed threat. Sally's eyes dart nervously between her sister and the robotic servant as they wait to see what happens next.

It's clear that Draga isn't used to being

Draga curses as she's sent flying across the room, her body slamming into a weight bench with a loud thud. Sally cries out in pain as she's launched against a nearby locker, her shoulders and side bruising from the impact. Stunned and disoriented from the sudden attack, they both struggle to regain their footing.

"Hakari!" Draga growls through gritted teeth, glaring at the now immortal purple-haired man with pure hatred. "You won't get away with this!" With superhuman strength fueled by rage and determination, she pushes herself to her feet and charges at Hakari again.

Meanwhile, Sally shakes off the pain and cautiously approaches Robo_agent once more. "I-is he...?" She gestures vaguely toward Draga, clearly worried