Chimeratora

“Princess! Please Wait!” shouted Wess. “I know it seems to be sitting there nonchalantly…”
He paused. “But I placed traps around the egg!”


Kumatora looked at the egg in her hands, before looking down at a groove on the floor. “Huh… Traps.” she muttered, before the floor came out from under her, the old man, and Duster. She dropped the egg in the commotion, but reflexively managed to grab hold of the floors ledge before crawling back up. Looking down through the pit, she saw that Wess and his clubfooted son had safely survived in some kind of water pool. She breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of their safety, before quickly shouting a “Behind you!” at Duster. She had seen what appeared to be an overgrown snake rising from the water behind him. The sight so alarmed her, in fact, that she didn’t manage to notice that the pigmasks had managed to break down the door.



She only noticed the porcine interlopers once they had already the distance halfway. She shot up, forming a ball of psychic fire into her hand. “PK Fi-” she shouted, before swiftly being interrupted by one of the pigmasks. “Firing taser!” it shouted, readying an odd-looking pistol and blasting a burst of light right into her torso. Kumatora stiffened, falling to the floor as her muscles twitched. To an observer she seemed more wooden board then tomboy.


Two of the pigmasks shot each other quick looks. “Damn. Didn’t think that would actually work.”


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When Kumatora came to, she could barely tell heads from tails. Her head was pounding worse than it ever has in her life. She brought up a hand to caress her pulsating migraine. Or at least that’s what she would have done, if her limbs weren’t strapped to a metal operating table. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight. She began furiously pulling at the rings holding her fast to the table.


The tomboy paused, before mentally smacking herself on the forehead. She began gather PSI energy, but before she could finish the felt the wind drained out of her. A beeping sound came from her ankle. Looking “down” at her left leg, she saw another peculiar device attached to ankle just above the restraint. Squinting her eyes, she could barely make out the words “PSI ABSORBER” carved into the metal. “Damn!” she cursed.


“QUIET!” shouted a voice past her range of vision. She strained herself trying to find the source of the voice, before settling her eyes on a strange pigmask dressed in white and a lab coat. “Damn Andonauts! Absorbing all the funding… One of these days I’ll get my hands on a drago, then he’ll be sorry!” The pigmask turned to her. “And the damn anesthetics aren’t up to par either! The subject isn’t supposed to be awake until after the cognitive treatments!”


Kumatora wasn’t quite sure what he was talking about, but “cognitive treatments” doesn’t sound at all like a nice set of words. Frustration and fear mixed in her chest as she repeatedly tried to PSI her way out of it, becoming overwhelmed by the ensuing headrush each time.


“Stay still! I just need to get this over and done with!” angrily whined the pigmask doctor as he trotted over to the table. Before Kumatora could process it, the “scientist” (if she could even call him that) cued both of her large breasts within his hands and gave them both a quick shake. “Large for a woman for a woman of your age. No wonder the higher ups requested this. I’m going to have to reinforce the spine...” mumbled the handsy pigmask under his breath.


Kumatora sputtered in surprise. “K-Keep your fucking hands off, pervert!”
She was furious. Stuck in a lab, no PSI, awful headache, and now she was being felt up by some freakish doctor in a pig mask. Worst of all was he wouldn’t STOP groping her. The pigmask moved like a doctor possessed, mentally measuring every part of her body he could get his hands on.


“Hmm. Thighs are healthy, meaty. Toned stomach, good. Skin’s in good condition. Buttocks is far above average in size. And for the genitalia…” Kumatora started cursing immediately. “Keep your mitts off me motherfucker or SO HELP ME GOD I’LL-!” She jolted immediately from the sensation of her noticeable cameltoe being manhandled and prodded at.


“Hmmf. Puffy vulva.” said the doctor under his pig mask, before reaching down into a compartment under the operating table. “Once I break out of these bonds, I’m going to make you WISH you were dead!” screamed the pink haired psychic, her face contorted in righteous fury. Her eyes widened as the pigmask rose, multiple chrome implements connected to electrical cords in his arms. “H-Hey, put those down!” She shouted.


With much haste the doctor ripped open her spats, revealing her vagina to the open air. It had become slightly engorged against Kumatora’s will, due to the constant groping. “You bastard!” she shouted, before one of the implements, long, thick, and spiny, was shoved straight up her cooter. “GGLKL!” she choked, the sensation of the cold metal against her sensitive flesh overwhelming her for a moment. Leaving no time to spare the doctor flipped a switch on the device’s end, near the cord, and rocked Kumatora’s world.


Electrical charges began pulsing through the device, causing Kumatora’s lower body to convulse from both the electrostimulation and the pleasure from having her ladybits electrified. She moaned listlessly, her teeth clenched together. The pigmask began attaching all sorts of other electrodes, clamps, and various tools to her as she was pacified by the electrical current. He finished up by attaching two rather large electrodes to each of her temples, and then he walked over to her lower end and turned off the current.


Kumatora took almost a solid minute to collect herself as the strangely sexual scientist adjusted knobs and dials under the operating table. “You... *hff* mother… *hooh* fucker…” she spat, completely out of breath. Kumatora heard the sound of another switch under the table flip, and then a strange buzzing sensation from the electrodes on the sides of her head. The buzzing slowly grew more intense, but to Kumatora’s confusion and growing worry she found herself having more and more difficulty focusing on it. She had more and more difficulty focusing on anything, in fact. She barely realized how she had gone cross eyed.


The doctor scribbled into a notebook as he observed her. “Subject fell into mental incapacitation quickly and easily.” he muttered, the sound of his pen against the paper resounding through the office. “Hehehee…” giggled Kumatora, completely out of her gourd by this point.
“Shut up.” exclaimed the pigmask, turning on the rest of the equipment attached to the psychic woman. She immediately convulsed in pleasure, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. The doctor rooted around in another compartment underneath the table, before pulling out a large electrical saw.


“Time to get to work.”



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Lucas shivered as he entered the building. He had never heard of a “brothel” before, but just entering made him feel queasy. All around him were doors to apparently private rooms.
“Welcome!” greeted a chipper voice as he looked around. Whirling to the source of the sound, he found a woman in a thick visor and a lewd parody of a receptionist’s outfit. Lucas tried to look away, but a furious blush revealed his intentions.


“Welcome to the New Pork City brothel? How can I please you?” stated the receptionist, still in that enthusiastic voice. “Wh-What’s a brothel?” muttered Lucas, feeling mighty unsure of the situation. “Oh, you wonderful little stud! A brothel is where sexy hunks like you come to lay back and let the fairer sex take care of your needs!”


“I-I’m sexy?” Lucas stuttered. “Of course you are!” complimented the receptionist. “So handsome, in fact, that you deserve a free session! Come now, we have plenty of girls to choose from with nothing more on their mind then to make you happy!”


Getting up from her desk, the receptionist lead Lucas from out of the main room into a room that seemed more like one big bed then a real “room”. Heart shaped pillows were thrown all about an extremely soft, cushioned floor. “Would a room like this please you, sir?” asked the receptionist, herself beginning to have the hints of a blush. “Yes, th-that would be nice!” said Lucas, his heart beginning to pound.


“Here’s the catalog of our girls! Right now, our most popular is Matilda, but we have a special new girl that came in yesterday…” said the receptionist, handing him a small magazine filled with nothing but sultry pictures of various women. His face turned bright red as he flipped through it, absorbing each and every girl. It was only the last page that got his attention, however. A pink haired girl in spats and some kind of coat, with what appeared to be cybernetics; the upper right quarter of her head was converted into sleek plated metal, with a glowing red eye and some kind of speaker instead of a mouth. A small blurb under her photo called her the “first chimera prostitute”, and claimed that she came with a remote control and “true obedience”.


“I want her!” exclaimed Lucas, drooling slightly. The receptionist took the catalog from out of his hands, smiling widely. “You seemed like the type who likes to be in charge!”
Pride welled up in Lucas’s chest. Looking at the growing bulge in her pants, the receptionist asked “Do you want to put me in my place, stud?”
“H-Heck yeah I do!” quietly said Lucas, before roughly turning her around and smacking her on the ass with a PSI-infused slap as he sent her to get his new robotic lover.


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Soon enough, the door to the room opened up, and soon stepped in the curious chimera girl from the magazine. Lucas, who had been sitting spread eagle on the floor, openly ogled her body; emboldened by the receptionist's lewd behavior. “H-Hey…” he sputtered out, unsure of what to do or say. Kumatora, however, quickly walked over to him and sat down in front of him before handing him her remote control.


“GOOD EVENING. MY NAME IS KUMATORA. I WAS BUILT TO PLEASE YOU IN WHATEVER WAY YOU DESIRE.” she rasped in a strange and robotic (but strangely feminine and cute) voice from her speaker.
Lucas was beyond excited. He looked over the remote and the multitude of controls; there was a dial with a heart, a dial with what appeared to be a side view of a women’s bust, and some other buttons he didn’t care about.


Lucas immediately gravitated towards the bust dial, turning it down. His eyes widened as he saw Kumatora’s bust simultaneously shrink in size as he turned it down. “Woah!” he shouted, impulsively turning the dial as high as he could. Kumatora made no reaction as he breasts grew and grew until they began to shred her coat, revealing shiny and metallic yet warm and soft piles of chimera breastflesh.


Lucas immediately grabbed one and began to jiggle it, his bulge having reached peak size. Her boobs were already fairly big when she came in, but now they were titanic. He grabbed the upper area of her coat and ripped it wide open, revealing her deep cleavage. He buried his face in it, reveling in the feeling of both her natural and artificial bodyparts. Pulling himself up off of her, he re-examined the remote, deciding to fiddle with the heart dial. He turned it up and down a few times, sensing no effect. “What’s the heart thingy do?” he asked Kumatora, hoping for an answer.


“THE HEART DIAL CONTROLS MY NATURAL LEVEL OF AROUSAL.”


Lucas wasn’t too sure what arousal was, but just to be safe he turned it to maximum. Kumatora immediately began breathing harder as she stared straight at the young lad, her eyes drifting to his prodigious bulge. Lucas too began to notice her crotch, but rather for how wet it was rather then any particular size.


New urges rocked through Lucas’s mind, egged on by his circumstance.
“You have to l-listen to what I say, right?” her stuttered.
“I AM DESIGNED TO SERVE YOU.” said Kumatora in her staticky voice.
“Then g-get over here and rub her face into my-my-my…”
Lucas paused. He’s never sworn before.
“G-G-Get over here and shove your face into my-my COCK!”


Kumatora crawled over to him, her inflated breasts showing him truly titanic amounts of cleavage as they hung downwards. Lucas grabbed the back of her head and, true to his word, shoved her face right into his large bulge. He mindlessly dry humped her face through his pants, drooling as he rubbed his contained girth across both metal and skin. “N-Now take it out and-and-uhhh… Lay on your back and spread your legs!”


And that she did. Lucas took on the sight of her skintight spats and thick legs as he began to rub his bulge on her cameltoe. Quickly stripping down until he was buck naked, he let his length loose. Tearing open a hole in Kumatora’s spats just as the doctor did, he “let himself in” so to speak and began pounding her like there was no tomorrow.


Lucas moaned as he rammed in and out of Kumatora’s modified pussy, noticing how internal mechanisms within were literally milking his cock. He felt on top the world as he was hilt deep in the robot harlot’s hole. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he brought her face in close as he licked her fleshy cheek, then slapped her right across the face; the brutal treatment and brutal fucking making her eyes cross in pleasure. “Wh-Who’s your daddy?” said Lucas as he pounded away.
“YOU’RE MY DADDY. YOU’RE MY DADDY. CUMMING. CUMMING. CUMMING.” repeated Kumatora as she climaxed, her mechanical eye losing its glow for a moment as the pleasure forced her mechanical parts to reboot.


The two fell onto the bed-floor, exhausted. Lucas looked at Kumatora, quickly rehardening, and grabbed the remote in his hand. “K-Kumatora! Come over here and u-use your boobs on my cock!”


She soon crawled over and placed Lucas’s surprisingly large girth between her expanded knockers, grabbing them and giving him a powerful titfuck. Lucas ripped off the shreds of her coat, leaving her upper body and breasts exposed. Lucas nearly lost himself in it but maintained enough self-control to enact his plan.


He slowly began to turn the bust dial down, taking delight as he saw her jiggling breasts slowly shrink; forcing her to adjust her grip every few seconds as she worked on his cock. Soon enough she had abandoned her hands and was rubbing her completely flat, gleaming chest onto his dick. He quickly barked an order for her to shed her spats, after which he immediately threw her to the floor and went to town on her rump.


“G-G-Guess what? You’re my-my BITCH!” he yelled. He immediately felt bad; he’s never insulted someone like that before.
“Sorry…” he muttered under his breath. “I-I got caught up in-”


“I’M YOUR BITCH!” shouted Kumatora in her newly modulated voice. “I’M YOUR BITCH!”
Lucas could barely stand to hear those words, even after his guilt, and came in her ass swiftly. Finding himself drawn back in, he continued to pound on her backdoor even after his climax, making her ass jiggle. He had noticed how much more bottom heavy her figure seemed after removing her top assets, which only spurred his lust on more. Shoving her face into the “carpet”, Lucas let another load blow itself within her rectum.


“Do *huff* Do you have *hff* a mouth?” asked Lucas. Kumatora nodded her head, and grabbed her speaker; slowly unscrewing it to eventually reveal what could have one point of been her mouth. Now it was nothing but a warm wet cylindrical hole with a metal ring instead of lips, along with a longue synthetic tongue that snaked out of it. Grabbing both sides of her head, Lucas suddenly brought her into a forceful kiss; snogging her like it was his last moments. The forcefulness of it overcame Kumatora, and her right hand quickly sailed to her already abused vagina so she could fingerfuck herself.


A trail of drool connected their mouths as Lucas broke off the kiss, Kumatora still fucking herself into oblivion. Kumatora could no longer vocalize without her speaker, letting only various “haahs” and “hhh”s as she desperately wanted Lucas to order her to put his dick in her mouth. When he did order him too, she fell on him with a desperation almost uncharacteristic with her earlier stoniness, practically fucking him with her face. She didn’t need to, however, once Lucas himself grabbed the back of her head and began pounding into her facehole. Letting loose another gooey load deep into her throat, which she quickly devoured, Lucas pulled himself away from her face and asked for something he didn’t think he’d ever experience. He quickly brought her breasts back to normal size before making his next command.


“B-Be my girlfriend!”


Kumatora quickly screwed her speaker back in, and gave him her answer.
“YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND, MASTER LUCAS~”