EXPLICIT - Upgrades

	It was a simple thing, really - get in, get things done, and get out to go about your day. Unfortunately, things didn’t particularly want to go that direction. A tasmanian devil lets out a small sigh as he walks through the front doors of a clinic - small bits of whirring and clanking come from his form as he makes his way in before sitting himself down in a rather plush seat. For a moment or two, thoughts run through his head - he was here for a simple upgrade. An update to his hardware and maybe even a new release of his antivirus program, if they had that.
	He shakes his head for a moment or two - this wasn’t something that he needed to worry about, right? He just had to make sure that everything was updated correctly, then he could head home and relax - nothing to it other than a quick replacement of his parts. With barely another word, he lets out another sigh before looking around… He had already booked his session online, so all they had to do was let him know when he was ready to head in.
	As if on cue, a small notification pops up on his Heads-Up Display, telling him that there was an available room for him.
	“Oh, finally…” With that, he plants a small smile onto his face before pushing himself up out of that seat and making his way towards the small door across the way. With barely a sound aside from his clanking feet against the floorboards, he makes his way through the various halls, the directions on his HUD quietly being given to him by the various bits of information that were streaming in - always something convenient to have, after all. Before anyone could realize it, he was standing in front of a doorway labelled “Upgrade Room IV”.
	A moment or two passes before he tentatively leans himself towards that metal panel of a door. Almost immediately, a small red light scans his iris before blinking out entirely - the door quickly sliding itself apart a split second later. The words “Welcome To Terry’s Upgrade Lounge!” appear within his vision.
	“Huh… that’s a new welcome message. Wonder if it’s because of all the complaints that people have been putting in recently…” A moment later, he quietly makes his way through that door before the door slides back together with a dull “thunk” sound. With that, the tasmanian devil looks around the room - the only thing within being a mixture of some sort of computer console, a reclining chair, and what could easily be misconstrued as a torture device. At the sight of that torture device-like hybrid, his eyes light up with excitement.
	“Oh, awesome! I can’t believe they got the new model in!” And with barely another word, he makes his way over to that chair. Once he gets there, he turns himself around, and plants his metallic rump against the padded cushions before turning himself around - he wanted to relax a bit, after all. With barely another sound, he leans back in his seat, and lets his systems connect to the chair’s own for the time being. As soon as he sits himself back, a voice echoes back into his head.
	“Oh, darling, look at you~! So, what are we going to be doing today?” With that, the tasmanian devil lets out a small sigh.
	“The usual - you guys know how I like it, I think.” And with that, he leans back a bit more and closes his eyes. The voice in his head sounds confused for a little bit before a small whirring sound fills the immediate area.
	“Oh, I see, I see… tell you what - I’ll make everything better for you, so don’t you worry~!” And with barely another word from the tasmanian devil, a number of metal arms descend down from the device overhead, each one with a different tool attached to it. The tasmanian devil’s eyes open for a split second before those arms seem to assault him from all sides - the sounds of buzzing, whirring, things snapping into place, and various other mechanical sounds coming from that spot!
	“Oof, hey, watch where you’re tugging there!” A moment later, the cyborg’s arm pops off with a small clicking sound before the limb that it was holding onto it zips it upwards towards the ceiling. A split second later, the same arm returns with what looks like an exact copy - the only difference being the various scratches and nicks that were present before being sanded smooth. The other arms that were assaulting the cyborg from all sides quickly do the same with the rest of his limbs - each one returning with either the limb being rebuilt or replaced in its entirety.
	“Mmph-!” Before the cyborg can say anything else, a small apparatus descends towards his face before latching itself on. A quick bit of flailing on the cyborg’s part later, and the device quietly pulls itself away, causing the cyborg to cough and hack for a moment or two. “Guh… kaff-kaff… what was that for, you stupid machine!? Ugh…” And with that, he leans back once again - this time making sure that the various metallic limbs around him weren’t up to any more hijinks. Just then, the voice in his head starts to speak once again, this time sounding somewhat distorted.
	“A-Alright, sir! This next portion of-f-f-f the session requires that you be rendered unconscious so that we can update your neural structure-ware!” At the sound of that, the cyborg’s eyes roll back into his head for a moment or two before his head lolls itself to the side. As soon as that happens, the various beeps and whirring sounds that were starting to echo around the place come to a halt, save for a small “Beep… be-be-beep…” pattern.

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	“Guh, just great… now I have to wait for my software to update- wait, done already?” With that, the tasmanian devil’s eyes open wide once again before quietly tilting themselves around the room - a vision check. No need to have a pair of eyes that don’t work anymore, after all. After a quick up-down, left-right, and a quick circle in both directions, he lets out a small sigh… Good, they still work.
	“A-A-A-A-Alright, sir-r-r-r, everything should be peachy-y-y-y-y-y-kzrrt perfectly fine! Please come again whenever you nee-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-kzrrt require another maintenance session!” At the sound of that, the cyborg’s brows furrow (thank goodness, he still had eyebrows!) before he sits up in his seat. Almost immediately, he tumbles forward towards the floor, smushing his face against the clean tile underneath him.
	“Okay… that hurt a little, but not unexpected.” With that, the cyborg quietly pushes himself to his feet, only losing his balance a bit in the process. Once he’s done, he lets out a small sigh before pressing his palms to the sides of his head - he needed to make sure that everything was in order for the time being… No use getting out of here if there wasn’t anything he could do to fix things, right? “Alright… mirror… mirror, mirror, mirror…”
	With that, he practically puts his head on a swivel while looking around the room - there had to be a mirror around this place, right? This place was a Body Mod shop for anyone’s sake. Just as he was about to say something towards the console in the middle of the room, he spots an elongated piece of mirrored glass in the far corner - just what he was looking for. Without another word, he makes his way to the corner, making sure to close his eyes before he gets there - he wanted this to be a bit of a surprise, after all.
	“Alright… on three… three.” And with that, he opens his eyes to the sight of a rather buxom-looking woman in the mirror, complete with a rather ample bosom, a pair of hips with thighs to match, and a pair of lips that look like they’re out of a Victoria’s Secret body-mod catalogue! “...Huh. That’s… a new one.” And with that, he turns himself around for the time being - what else was up with his body, anyway? Well, aside from the obvious, of course…
	“Mnnh…” And with that, the cyborg quietly takes a seat on the floor, his hands going towards his ankles… “Must have shortened the tendons again… Guess I’ll have to pick up a pair of heels on the way home again.” He shakes his head at the sound of his own voice… “Man… ah, well. What can ya’ do, anyway?” With that, he quietly presses a small smile onto his face before standing up once again, this time giving his body another quick turn.
	“Gotta say, though… if my girlfriend were in my position, I bet she’d be happy to get something this nice!” And with that, the tasmanian devil smiles, and starts to make his way towards the door. Along the way, he stops at the center chair, grabs his now-ill fitting clothing before making his way out - people wouldn’t care if he was going home naked, they’ve probably seen worse in this part of town, anyway. With barely another word, the cyborg quietly makes his way out, making sure to duck into the appropriate alleyways when he needed to.

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	With a small sigh, he closes the door behind him, presses his back against that piece of reinforced wood, and slides down towards the floor… Today has just been too bothersome. He sits there for a moment or two, his hands pressed against the massive amounts of silicone flesh that was attached to his chest… At least things aren’t going to be bad with these things around, right? For a moment or two, he simply sits there with his hands squishing against the massive balloons of silicone against his chest, his eyes soon drifting their way around the room once again…
	“Sharla? You around?” With that, the cyborg quietly calls out into his home, the echo he gets back a moment later telling him all he needed at that point - she was out of the house, so there was no need to cover up or anything like that. With barely another sound, he hefts himself up once again (briefly losing his balance for a split second) before making his way towards the kitchen… There had to be something to snack on in this house, right? Something other than crackers and squeeze cheese…
	After quietly making his way into that room, he takes a look around, his gaze quickly resting itself on the refrigerator at the far corner of the room… Just what he needed - real food!
	“Aw, yeah…” After a moment or two of making his way over there (and contemplating if he should borrow his girlfriend’s heels for the time being, ow,) he quietly opens the door to the fridge, exposing its frigid contents to the open air. Almost immediately, the sight of a bright orange piece of paper stuck to one of the various bits of plastic tupperware in the fridge catches his eye. He smiles for a moment or two before quietly reaching in and grabbing that container, piece of paper and all. “Jackpot!” With barely another word, he turns himself around, and shifts his weight a bit to his right. His hips quickly bump into the side of the fridge door, and knock it back towards its seal, soon landing with a dull (yet satisfying) thump.
	With that done, he starts to make his way towards the small microwave oven at the other end of the kitchen. Once he gets there, he peeks at the piece of paper that was stuck to the red plastic lid.

	Banjo - made you some lunch, be home sometime tonight. Love you! <3

	With that, the cyborg quietly presses a smile to his face before opening the lid to that tupperware - a sandwich meets his gaze, causing his smile to beam even wider than before!
	“Oh, awesome! A BLT! How’d she know?” With that, he lets out a sigh before quickly digging into his sandwich - something he was a bit thankful for, if nothing else. The procedure certainly didn’t dull his sense of taste, so there weren’t any complaints in that department… Though, he did have a bit of a hard time with his lips being so big… Eh, he’ll adjust in due time - have to keep yourself guessing! Before long, that sandwich was resting in pieces in his gut, a smile soon finding its way onto his face - that was good.
	With that, he starts to make his way back towards the living room, the small post-it note in hand. His girlfriend was always so considerate, wasn’t she…? He lets out a bit of a content sigh…
	“Phew… Sharla, baby, you sure know how to make a mean BLT…” And with that, he plops his rump against the couch for the time being - the rest of his body coming to a stop a second or two later… A bit of a chuckle escapes his throat at that point - he was gonna be howling with laugher once he explains this whole mess to his girlfriend… With that, he takes another look at that note in his hand.

	Arousal Object Identified - Increasing Libido

	A voice in his head, just like before - was it his system settings?
	“Ugh… Console, access system settiNGS!!” Almost immediately, his eyes cross at the feeling of his crotch suddenly lurching with need. His member quickly twitches itself to rigidity, and smacks itself against his stomach, right below his ample breasts. He ends up having to close one of his eyes at the feeling of pure dopamine flooding its way into his system… “Hah… Hah… Hah… what…? I… holy shit I need to fuck something… er… get fucked by something? Guh...” He shakes his head for a moment or two before shakily making his way to his feet once again.
	“Sharla’s… Sharla’s bound to have… something in her room for times like… like these…” And with that, he starts to shamble his way through the house, his hips lightly bumping against the various tables, chairs, and doorways that were in his way. With his length twitching and spasming like it is now, there was absolutely no way that he could stand just leaving it as is… With that, he quickly stumbles into his and his girlfriend’s shared room before shambling his way over to the side table - she had to have something in there, right?
	“Ah-ha!” With that, the cyborg pulls out a a rather conical-looking piece of plastic. “I thought I saw Sharla use one of these a while ago! Guh…” And with that, he lets out a small groan before plopping himself back-first onto the bed with his legs in the air. At once, his length slips its way between his faux-breasts before he quietly presses that toy against his rump. He pulls it away a split second later, though, his brows furrowing.
	“Lube… lube lube lube…” With that, he turns himself back towards the small drawer he had gotten that toy from a split second earlier, this time scooping up a small bottle of clear fluid before closing that drawer again. With a barely-contained moan on his part, he flops back onto the bed, and throws his legs back into the air - his length quickly finding its spot within the silicone on his chest.
	Almost immediately, he presses that piece of conical plastic against his twitching hole.
	“Hrrf… C’mon… c’mon you… ah!” With that, the plastic slips its way between his cheeks, causing the various pleasure centers that were dotted around his body to light up with stimulation - oooh, that’s the spot… A moment later, he pulls that cone from his rump with a gasp… Almost got to the base - just a bit too much for him at the moment. “Hah… hah… hah… alright… let’s try this again.” And with that, he presses that plastic cone against his rump again, this time stuffing in as much as he could before.
	His length lurches from the sensations that were sparking their way throughout his body. Each time he presses that piece of plastic against his taut ring, a surge of pleasure causes him to shiver from the sheer sensations.
	“Hah… hnngh… hah… c’mon… almost… there…!!”

	Schll-POP!

	“H-Hah!!” And with that, he presses the very last bits of that plastic cone into his rump, causing his tight ring to clamp down around it with as much force as he could muster. At once, his eyes cross as that conical shape disappears between his cheeks, the only thing remaining being the small flared bit at the end that made that toy a “plug”. He lays there for a moment, the feeling of his rump expanding around that piece of plastic placing every single nerve of his on fire - he was getting close as it is, there was absolutely no doubt about that.
	“Hah… hah… hngh… c’mon…” And with that, he tilts his head forward for a moment to try and see over his ample breasts, each one practically blocking his view with their size. Where was his- “There you are!” And with that, he wraps one of his hands around his twitching member. He was going to get off, even if it meant that he wouldn’t be able to think clearly in the morning. With barely another word, he starts to pump his hand along his length, each pass causing a splatter of clear pre-cum to spurt its way between his ample bosom.
	“Almost… there…!” And with that, he throws his head back against the sheets as spurt after searing hot, pearly white seed splatters itself between his breasts, each one causing a messy gout of pearlescent seed to dribble its way out from his cleavage. With each twitch of his member, another spurt of cum jets its way out, each one coming from a lurch of his hips - he needed to get all of this out of his system as soon as he could manage. There was no telling what else could come from all of this…
	In time, though, he thumps himself back onto the bed, his eyes crossed from the pleasure and hus chest covered in his own pearly white spunk… He blinks for a moment or two before looking down to his chest, as well as the ample amount of fluid that was spilling over his bosom and onto the sheets beneath him.
	“Ugh… dammit… Sharla’s gonna kill me for this…” With that, he sits up in his spot, using his hands to cup as much of that fluid away from dirtying anymore of those bed sheets. “Ugh… great… something I gotta live with, I guess.” He brings one of his hands towards his head for a moment, only to quickly replace it back where it was a moment ago - too much cum to not worry about. He shakes his head once again, and stands up from his spot on the bed, his length quickly slipping free from between his breasts only to dangle between his legs like some sort of carnal pendulum.
	He quickly tip-toes his way towards the bathroom, cleans himself up as best he can manage, and steps out with a small sigh…
	“Alright… now, uh… heels. Heels heels heels…” And with that, he starts to make his way over towards the opposite side of the room, his mind set on trying to fix his “walking” problem. With barely another sound, he opens that closet door, and starts to rummage around as best he can before coming out with a pair of blood-red, three-inch heels. At once, he makes his way over towards the bed once again, and starts to pull them on.
	“Gh… how the hell does Sharla even wear these things, anyway…? I don’t even think these fit me…” He shakes his head for a moment or two before leaning back against the bed once again, his feet quickly kicking off those red shoes back towards the closet. This wasn’t going to get him anywhere, was it? “...I’m gonna have to talk to Sharla about getting me some heels that fit, I think.”
	And with that, he sits up once again, lets out a small sigh, and stands up from his spot on the bed before starting to make his way through the house once more - his phone was in the other room, after all. With barely another sound, he heads into the living room, and plants his rump on the middle-most couch cushion, his legs spreading themselves outward for the time being… A moment later, he readjusts himself to account for the massive toy that was still within his rump. He does his best to make sure that he was comfortable before leaning back once again.
	“Great… now what do I do…?” He looks off to the side cushion, where his phone was currently resting on its front screen. After quickly picking it up and typing in his passcode, he quickly dials in his girlfriend’s number before pressing that phone to his ear.

	Brrr… Brrr… Chk-

	“Hello hello?” The sound of his girlfriend’s voice echoes back to his ears, causing a smile to plant itself across his face.
	“Sharla! Hey, question, and I know you’re prolly gonna get confused by this, but could you pick up some heels for me on the way home?”
	“...You modded yourself again, didn’t you?” He could practically feel the glare through his device…
	“Ehehe… y-you didn’t answer my question, do you think you can-”
	“What size?”
	“Huh?”
	“What size heels? I know your measurements, but how high off the ground?”
	“Uh… whatever works, I guess.” For a moment or two, he looks around the room - there had to be something that could distract him from his girlfriend’s ire for the time being… Let’s see… clothes… tupperware… post-it note-
	“Gh…”
	“Banjo? You okay, honey?” At that point, the tasmanian cyborg’s length twitches with need once again, the pulse of his artificial heart causing his member to pulse to life once again.
	“Ehehe… I, uh… I’m alright, honey, I’ll talk to you later, okay? Something important just came up, and I need to take care of it - b-uh… b-buh-bye!” And with that, the cyborg presses a button on his phone to end the call altogether, this time leaning back into his seat to deal with the growing problem between his legs. He shakes his head at that point, his growing libido quickly starting to take over once again…

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	He had been at it for what felt like hours and hours at this point, and his hand was practically a blur against his member when the sound of the front door clicking its lock open meets his ears. Almost immediately, he turns towards that direction just as the door swings itself wide open, revealing a rather nicely-formed koala woman with an ear ring in one of her ears. At the sight of the tasmanian devil, her brow raises before she lets out a sigh…
	“...Yeah, you modded yourself again.” The cyborg, who was still rubbing himself rather quickly, gives her a small smile.
	“Hehe… c...can ya’ blame m-ah!” And without warning, he ends up closing one of his eyes as spurt after searing hot spurt of cum splatters its way across the room near the opposite wall, with a number of them barely being able to make the distance. The koala rubs her face for the moment, and lets out another sigh.
	“I’ll get the paper towels. You stay put and relax, okay?” The cyborg, albeit shivering, simply smiles and looks back towards the koala as she makes her way in.
	“Hehe… Uh… I love you, Sharla.” The koala glances back behind her before she ducks into the kitchen.
	“I know, Banjo - love you, too. We’ll see about how we get used to these ones, yeah?” And with that, she ducks into the kitchen, leaving the cyborg to his business for the time being.
	“...Worth it.”