/shousa/ - Motoko, Masamune and More

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Motoko’s teeth grit tightly together, a mad grin of delight on her face as the sensations smashed into her consciousness, her body telling her of the overload she was experiencing. She silenced them, as she panted and moaned. “Ooooh fuck… fuck… this feels too good…” she snarled through gritted teeth as she tugged even harder, giving herself an immense wedgie. Somehow the fabric held on, the panties specially developed, monomolecular weave making them unbreakable even as Motoko put more and more of her strength into the yank. Her muscles bulged, glistening as the overworking cybernetic components ran hot; so hot that the coolant dispersers on her skin activated, coating her body with a wet film that dripped onto the floor. Her sculpted muscles gave the impression of hot, bubbling plastic, shining in the harsh neon light as they swelled and deflated, almost too fast to see. Motoko continuing to jerk the fabric harder against her crotch; the skin on her arms stretching out more and as the artificial muscles underneath bulged and strained under the effort, working to the limit, exerting enough force to wrench a car door off its hinges and sending that energy right into her pussy.

It wasn’t long until she felt the orgasm she needed coming, and coming fast. “N-not yet… not yet…” Motoko gasped, her fingers gripping the panties tighter still, as she yanked on them with all of her might, squatting too to make her self-inflicted wedgie as hard as possible. For a full minute she squatted there, grunting and moaning, her voice raising a higher and higher pitch all the way as she nearly crushed her crotch underneath the assault of her high-cut underwear.

Suddenly the dam burst, and an orgasm rocked her body; a goofy, dumb look of pure delight transformed Motoko’s face; her expression going from determined strain to dumb wedgie slut as she moaned out her bliss, holding that position as her excitement dripped onto the floor under her, the tiles splattered with artificial lubricant as her cunt kept spasming in climax. Her eyes rolled up as the pleasurable clenching in her depths came to its close, rocking back and forth on her feet before tumbling back onto the floor, coming to rest with her head on the door, an idiotic, perverted sight if anyone had seen it, her face locked in a goofy, dumb grin.

She waited there for a full minute, her body engulfing her mind in pleasurable signals, feeding back again and again, before finally she felt herself able to pull herself from the fuggy post-orgasmic bliss. “R-right… that should last me a good few hours now…” Motoko grumbled to herself, still panting as she pulled herself up off the tiled floor. Reaching into the toilet’s cistern, she pulled out a plastic bag, within which she tugged out a fresh pair of panties, as high cut and sheer as the last. Tugging it in place, as she replaced with the balled up sticky, wet pair with which she had wedgied herself to orgasm, Motoko sighed as she slowly got dressed. “It’s a good thing no one seems to notice what’s going on… they just think I’m a bit more grumpy than normal. Hopefully I can keep this up…” she said, undoing the lock, and leaving the toilets.

However, as the door slammed shut, the cubicle next to Motoko opened, and out stepped a purple haired operator with a look of disbelief on her face. “This is priority information… the others need to know about this. The Major has a wedgie fetish?” A naughty giggle and mischievous grin curled on her face as she closed up an inspection panel on her thigh and smoothed down her skirt, walking out, already sending a data packet filled with the records of the last five minute onto the Operator’s own private network….

The secret is out!

Motoko paused as she caught sight of her crotch in the mirror, moments before she was about to yank the shiny hi-cut panties up over it tightly. Since her last maintainacne session, she had been dealing with the changes amde to her body; any trace of a womanly opening in her groin had been removed; and in its place was shiny, smooth plastic. The curves and bulges of her mons were all present, giving her a puffy mount, perfectly sculpted to resemble the sensitive cooch that was once nestled between her legs, but like a fashion doll stripped by a child, she had nothing to show. Lowering the panties to the floor, she peered in closer into the mirror. Motoko couldn't help but feel that the lack of a snatch, for all the annoyances she had initially felt, suited her better. Something about it was exciting, as if to flaunt the fact that her body was as perfectly shaped as it could be, as if she didn't need the promise of an good time to entice. The shape and curves of her smooth groin, the light bouncing off its polished, plastic mass sent a shiver through her, almost as if she was experiencing electric feedback. Gently twisting her legs this way and that, she watched intently as she moved her waist in slow, considered movements, her curves and rear framing the object of her attention; her featurless crotch. A small grin stretching her lips, Motoko placed her hands on her hips, and pushed her crotch forward, making sure it caught the light as best as possible. She could barely believe how good it looked, and how, to her surprise, excited it made her to merely flaunt it. "Like a doll, huh…" she snorted, twisting her waist, striking a pose with her right hand still on her hips and her left arm cocked enticingly.

"Are you enjoying yourself, Major Kusanagi?" a soft, amused female voice called out from behind her, as Motoko jumped, her hair for a split second exploding in motion into an indigo blur as she jolted, turning around to find the smiling face of an operator. "I have to say, you do look good with a gynoid standard crotch installed. Would you like to compere it with mine?" Motoko opened her mouth, shocked for a moment to find she considered saying yes, before shaking her head. "No, not… I mean no!" she snapped, frowning. "Don't sneak up on me like that. How long were you there for anyway?"

"Since you said "Like a doll, huh…" Major Kusanagi" the pony tailed robot answered helpfully as Motoko groaned. "Remind me to go back and delete your short term memory concerning this. The last thing I need is one of the others to find that footage…" The operator nooded. "Don't worry, I can do it now. Oh, and Major Kusagnagi?" Motoko was rubbing her head, trying to relax from the shock, before looking back up at the operator. "What?"

The operator leaned in suddenly, spooking Motoko a little at how quick it moved, and smiled. "We'd all be happy to show you ours if you want to show us yours; you make a cute doll, Motoko~!"

Motoko paused, her hand stuck mid-hair ruffle, a shocked, blushing look on her face, before her voice was heard outside in the corridor. "You knock that crap off right now! Get out before I get you decommissioned and sold as scrap!" The operator giggled as she nodded. "Of course Major Kusanagi" and turned to exit, leaving Motoko standing there, her puffy smooth cooch still gleaming in the light. "But…" she turned around, to smirk gently. "The offer's always open."

"GETTITOUTTAHERE!" The operator let out a small 'yeep' as a boot flew past her head, rushing to exit the room before the gorilla got her with the other shoe.