Commission: Tingly Feelings (MMFOS Chapter 16.5)

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"Hey Susie, I'll get a Turmeric Simple Smoothie. And add an extra banana in too."

"Hey Brad! Sure, I'll punch that in for you. Anything for Nikki?"

"Uhhh..."

Brad looked over his shoulder, through the window of the smoothie bar. Nikki had claimed a table on the patio, snacking on what appeared to be a protein bar as she contented herself to people watching. 

Brad paused to consider. Did she even need a smoothie? After what she told him... what he saw. He was still wrapping his head around things. The smoothie bar alone was a lot to consider...

He turned back to the young teen operating the cash register. "Yeah, um, get her a Blue Goddess. Extra almonds."

"You got it! That'll be sixteen dollars!~" Susie chirped with practiced politeness; Brad fished for his credit card—it looked comically small compared to his enormous, calloused hand—and tapped to pay. 

"Okiday! You just wait right here, we'll have it right out!" Susie nodded. "HEY PAUL! WE GOT A SIMP AND A GODDESS, UNPEELED!"

Brad winced with Susie's exclamation, backing away from the counter. Brad was a pretty big, well-built gentleman. He had a habit of looming over others, standing at about 6'5 and being approximately half the size of a barge. This tended to draw attention to him, but he only had eyes for Nikki; she was the only girl who ever kept up with his exercise regimen.

At least, before that happened. Brad still keeps up with his regimen, but he would often get distracted by the thought of Nikki. A lot had changed over the last few week - for Brad, and especially for Nikki.

He idly glanced out the front window.

"...Huh?"

There were a bunch of guys hovering around the table Nikki picked out; she was leaning back to put some distance between them. Brad could make out some of their shit-eating grins and their hungry look eyes.

"...the hell?" Brad's mouth flattened. Were these guys giving Nikki trouble? He had half a mind to sort them out...

"You're table number eight! Just take this sign and we'll bring it out to you!" Susie clarified, returning to her pleasant customer service tone.

"...O-Oh, uh, thanks." Brad nodded, taking the little plastic doohickey. 

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"What's a pretty lady like you doin' out here all alone?" One of the jokers asked Nikki.

"Oh, I'm not alone. My boyfriend is getting drinks for us." Nikki replied, her eyebrow perking up. "We're on, y'know, a date? Privacy would be good." 

"A smoothie bar, though?" The guy in charge smirked. "A lady as drop-dead gorgeous as you oughta be shipped around to see the good things in like. Josh's got some tickets to the big fight with your name on 'em!" The guy in charge slapped the back of one of them.

"U-Um..." The one apparently named Josh stumbled. "She's already... got a date, it'd be better to-"

"Show some spine, man. Appreciate the wing-manning work we put in for you." The leader hissed before turning back to Nikki. "Josh's got all sorts linin' up to get a shot at him, y'know? You don't wanna miss out on this-"

"Is there a problem over here?" 

Brad finally made his appearance, his two beefy hands clutching a pair of smoothies. His eyebrows furrowed as he loomed over the pack of cronies. He had half a foot on each of them, and his presence radiated menace. 

"UM." Josh's face went pale, and slipped from the leader's grip as he scurried off. Brad's eyes rose to watch him run off, before lowering to the ringleader.

"Brad!" Nikki called out singsongily. "Y'know, we were just talking about you! These guys were talking about some amazing deal! I kinda figured it was a pyramid scheme... or they were coming onto me, what do you think?"

Nikki seemed to be enjoying the sight of the unsolicited newcomers shaking in their boots at Brad's sheer size. Brad glanced over, flashing her a smirk, before turning to the head honcho.

"Well? Were you?" Brad tilted his head.

"...Y'know, I... I think I need to run a delivery for my, my mom." The leader swallowed, heading off; his friends followed suit.

Brad watched them shove off, letting off a scoff as he lowered to his seat. "...Y'know they're never gonna get a nice woman if they act all spineless like that." Brad muttered. "Here you go." 

"Awww, you shouldn't have!" Nikki cooed. 

"Eh, it's your favourite. Even with things as they are, I figured you... you'd like it." Brad scratched his neck. 

"I do! Thank you Brad." Nikki nodded, taking a sip. Brad took a moment to contemplate.

Nikki's appearance was certainly eye-catching to the average onlooker. Something about her appearance simply radiated confidence, like she felt increasingly comfortable in her own skin. Her smooth, blemishless skin hugged the material of her form-fitting shirt that hugged her chest, accentuating her assets. As she leaned into her drink, Brad got a good look at her cleavage; he blushed slightly, and glanced slightly off to the side. He had a hunch Nikki did this sort of thing on purpose, in her own playful way...

She was also growing her hair out more and more; her twintails, now several feet long flowed down the side of her body, falling just short of the ground. They swayed back and forth, the tips gently curving. Brad recalled a time where she wore her brown hair short, but now she was content to let it flow freely. And to the average layperson, her hair grew like a weed over the last few weeks.

Nikki had been making subtle adjustments to her appearance ever since the incident, seemingly to get a kick out of Brad. He did like Nikki's playful attitude about this, and was content to let Nikki experiment further. 

"Ah, that hit the spot..." Nikki cooed, leaning back into her chair. "It always amazes me how you're able to chase away rapscallions without tearing off your shirt."

"...You sound disappointed." Brad's eyebrow perked up. 

"Mmmmmm, maybe a little." Nikki tilted her head. "I just like seeing you put those biiiiig strong muscles to good use~"

"Well, I dunno. I figured that if you wanted them dead, you'd've done it yourself." Brad shrugged. "Like through them through a wall or something." 

"Ahaha... maybe." Nikki tugged her collar. "It would've been satisfying as all get-out. But it's nice to have a guy like you to come in and saaaaave me in my time of utmost need~" 

Brad blinked, feeling a rough, then soft appendage coil around his ankle; the back of his mind immediately recognized it as a soled sneaker shoe and cotton socks to go with it, though the texture was smooth. And the way it twisted coquetishly, bonelessly, at his leg, tugging gently, was a decidedly playful gesture from Nikki's part.

...And a decidedly dangerous gesture at that. They were both out in public, and Nikki's leg coiling around Brad's just under the table wasn't so subtle as to be completely ignored.

"N-Nikki??" Brad stuttered, scarlet filling his cheeks. Nikki leaned waaaaay over the table, her arm reaching over to tug his collar; in the corner of his eye, he could see her arm subtly length to close the gap, and the grip of her hand had hidden power behind it. 

"I thiiiiink... that you deserve a little reward." Nikki whispered in Brad's ear, her lips parting hungrily.

Their lips locked as Nikki dove in for a passionate kiss. Nikki was the one to pull Brad closer, through the hypnotic pulsing of her body encouraged him to meet her in the middle. Her chest pressed emphatically against the table as their foreheads met.

"...??"

Brad's eyes widened, feeling Nikki's tongue exploring the interior of his mouth with great enthusiasm. He couldn't see it, but he could feel her tongue growing in length and girth, excitedly curling around his tongue, massaging his cheeks... slithering towards the back of his throat. 

There was a sensual quality to the practiced gyrations her tongue made, and the way it pulsed in that emphatic way was strangely erotic... Brad opened his eyes, looking to Nikki's enraptured face. His eyes widened as his eyes witnessed her lips subtly taking on a silvery tinge.

"Mmph." Brad grunted, raising his palms to Nikki's cheeks, attempting to wrest her head away; her skull had a bit more give under pressure. Her eyes opened, a soft blue glow to them, as her tongue—now three times its regular length—retreated back into her mouth.

"Eh? Something wrong?" Nikki tilted her head. She licked her lips, her skin pigmentation quickly returning to its pinkish normal.

"I saw your skin, um...glimmer a bit. Was like a glitch." Brad clarified. "Didn't want you, I dunno... blowing your cover."

"...oh." Nikki bit her lip. "I... think it'll be fine." She glanced around. "Nobody's staring at us."

"I guess not..." Brad clutched the table. Nikki was getting more confident with her quirks. Maybe confident to a fault. 

"Anywaaay! You like my gift?" Nikki cooed, leaning forward with a tilt of her head. 

"I... sure." Brad was somewhat at a loss for words, and he had to work his brain quickly to think of something. "It was... intense. Kinda erotic." As Brad spoke more and more, he felt his cheeks flush deeper and deeper shades of red.

"Hehe! Just wanted to surprise you. And there's the extra spice of danger, doing this kinda thing out in public!" Nikki beamed. "You felt it too, right?"

"Yeah, I did!" Brad rubbed the back of his head. "It was exciting, just, uh... the way your tongue was lashing around in there, I was worried you'll pull out my fillings or something."

"Ahhh, I was careful." Nikki giggled. She reached for her smoothie. "It's not every day I catch you coming off your workout early. Skipping leg day?"

"N-No, nothing like that. Just at a bit of a loss..." Brad rubbed his chin. "Usually I get some reps at the wave pool, but it's closed for refurbishment today. I haven't gotten any kind of exercise yet." 

Brad tilted his head pensively. He looked somewhat distraught thinking about it. Nikki stared at his darkening expression.

"Hmmmm... well, how about we go to your place?" Nikki suggested. "You know, I could think of one thing we could do to help you work off some calories."

Nikki leaned forward with a sly grin. 

"Just you and me..." Nikki winked.

Brad stared at Nikki. She was flashing him a decidedly seductive look; she even fluttered her eyelashes for emphasis.

"...Exercise... oh!" Brad's eyes lit up, and he gesticulated at her with renewed energy. "I got some weights at home in the basement! You wanna spot me?" 

Nikki stared blankly, before a dull look flashed across her face. 

"...Sex. I meant sex." She raised a hand to gently flick at Brad's forehead.

"O-Oh, that's what you... s-sure. Sex is good." Brad smiled bashfully. "I like sex. I can go for sex."

"Heh, dummy." She smirked, sipping her smoothie. 

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Brad's place was considerably bigger than Nikki's place—a common trend between the couple. It was a two-floor house that Brad picked up on the cheap as a fixer-upper on the edge of town. It was a nice spot with reasonable access to downtown Bismarck, and Brad had cleaned up the place nicely. He even opened up a guest room for renting guests for a little extra income. 

Though now that Brad and Nikki were getting serious as couples went, they were talking more and more about living under the same roof. But Nikki still had a lengthy lease on her apartment, which weighed at the forefront of their minds. 

"So uh... can I get you a drink? I got Dr. Pepper-"

Slam! The front door emphatically swung shut. Brad glanced around to face Nikki; one of her twintails rose on its own, pressed against the door. Its natural brown colouring had shifted to an unnatural silvery sheen; the sheen rapidly crept along the tendril, consuming her head, creeping down her body in a matter of seconds.

Nikki's clothes melted away, sinking back into her smooth, metallic body. Her eyes glowed with a mysterious blue light as she approached Brad with purpose. Her arm bonelessly extended forward, gripping Brad's shoulder as it stretched another five feet across. 

"I don't need a drink."

The strength of her grip held Brad in place as he recalled the reality of the situation; about a month ago, her girlfriend had discovered a meteor. And something inside of that meteor got inside of her. Her entire body was turned into some kind of metal alloy that could harden or solidify at will. 

Brad was still getting used to it; Nikki only revealed her secret a week ago. There were other niggling details that Nikki shared with him, but the gist was that Nikki appeared fine. Mentally, she was the same Nikki that Brad had grown so fond of. She always had a sense of determination about her 

"I thiiiink..."

Her metallic heels clicked against the floor as she approached Brad, her fingers drumming playful against his shoulder; her arm retracted in length until it was, once again, in proportion with that of a typical human.

"...that we could just get right into it~"

Nikki whispered right into Brad's ear, then looked into his eyes. She winked at him. 

"...okay, but-" Brad gestured to the kitchen. "You got anything special in mind today? I should probably hydrate before we get into it." He smiled bashfully. 

"Oh, yeah, sure!" Nikki chimed in. They had a mutual understanding of how Nikki got into these things... At the very least, Nikki understood that Brad was able to take some of her more out there exercises. 

"I'll just get myself comfortable until you're good to go, okay?" Nikki replied, walking around Brad and towards the staircase. Her body lost its form, legs collapsing on themselves into a puddle of ooze. Tendrils lashed out, wrapping around the poles propping up the handrail as the puddle slithered up the staircase.

"Ooh! Ohhh~" Nikki moaned, pausing for a moment; the hard edges of the wooden staircase pressed into her form, and the material spread even further. She giggled to herself, renewing her ascent up the stairs.

"I-I was gonna take a vacuum to the stairs this weekend. Probably needs it." Brad pointed out.

"O-Oh don't worry about. I picked up everything." The formless mass slipped out of sight, into another hallway. A tendril emerged, waving gingerly. "I'll be waaaaaaaaiting!~"

Nikki was probably headed for the bedroom. Brad waved back, before heading to the kitchen. He had a hunch it was about to get hot in there, so a glass of ice water would hit the spot. He didn't want to keep Nikki waiting too long; her amorphous body had a habit of searching for its own sources of fulfillment; he had seen the state of Nikki's apartment now, and Brad had spent a lot of money on his personal weight-lifting gear.

After hurriedly pounding back a couple liters, he bolted upstairs to his bedroom. 

"Alright, Nikki, I'm ready! You in here- whoa." 

The room was barely recognizable; a layer of mercurial ooze clung to the floor, creeping up the walls. It was like the room had been painted over silver, save for the light streaming in between the blinds of the window. 

Brad glanced down, his eyes studying the swirling patterns of the mercurial ooze at his feet. He took a cautious step forward...

"Angh!~" Nikki's voice quietly, sensually echoed around the entire room, unfocused and wispy. It was like it came from every direction at once. 

"...You're not getting started without me, are you?" Brad glanced around. It was less about Nikki being somewhere in this room... but being everywhere. 

"P-Perish the thought! I was just feeling tensed up all day, and it's so nice to streeeeetch!~"

In the center of the room, the ooze collected into a pile of itself, initially formless; as the slime travelled towards the center of the room, the thinnest material along the walls receded slightly. It jutted up like a pillar, seams splitting at the sides into tendrils. Arms formed as an hourglass figure carved itself out. Nikki was content to let her legs remain formless, jutting up from the ooze like a statue. She lowered her hands to her waist, leaning her head back as a familiar pair of twintails emerged, writhing in both directions. 

"Aaaah..." Nikki exhaled; every motion she made could be felt all around the room. She swayed her hips around the room in a wiiiiide arc, before Nikki reared up like a snake towards Brad.

"You look a lil' tense too, Brad. Maybe it's the way that shirt hugs your biceps."

As Nikki commented, two stalks of metal tendrils rose up from the floor, zipping forward to undo his belt; Nikki used her hands to slip Brad's shirt overtop his head, revealing his immaculate form. 

"I-I'm not tense! Just... worried if I oughta wear a condom for this." Brad smiled. "Y'know, the... the stuff they teach in sex ed?"

The innocent comment gave Nikki a moment of brief pause—even her writing tendrils stilled themselves. She had a curious look on her face, before she burst into laughter.

"Pfffft, oh my god you are such a dork trapped in a himbo body!" Nikki snorted, her sexy facade dropping for a moment. "What, are you gonna give me crabs or something? I just ate my cable box and now I get nothing but Shark Week playing in my head. Nothing you can do is gonna hurt me~"

"...You ate your cable box?" Brad wondered with a pang of concern.

"It, it happens..." Nikki admitted, her hand coiling around an errant twin tail. She got a little too into the motion; her arm and her twintail coiled together as if they were a pair of snakes making love. "D-don't worry about it! I'll treat you real gentle, like always!"

"I mean... I'm a big guy. I can take it." Brad nodded. "It's fun to see you get... really into this, haha."

"Hehe, awww... alright, I think I'll do a little something-something for you!~"

The air in the room shifted as the entirety of Nikki's mass shifted towards the center of the room, coalescing at the base of the pair. Brad felt himself rise slightly upwards, the floor beneath him getting flooded with encroaching ooze that rose and fell like the tide.

Brad lost his balance, falling onto his backside. Two tendrils emerged from the goo at his waist, hungrily groping for his belt, his pants, his boxers, until his member was unsheathed for the world to see. The ooze collecting at Brad's feet hungrily gripped and tensed, pulling his legs apart as Nikki's body slid forward to embrace Brad.

She parted her legs in turn; they bent and twisted bonelessly, coiling around Brad's legs as she anchored herself on his pelvis. She bit her lip, feeling Brad's veiny penis press into her form. 

"Haah..." She shuddered with pleasure, her body acquiescing as it enveloped Brad's erect dick. She rocked her hips, drawing her closer. She bit her lip, flattening her mouth. In the corner of Brad's eye, he saw Nikki's lips grow fainter and fainter, sinking into the form of her face until it... disappeared entirely, a smooth mass  taking its place. 

Brad wasn't sure what that was about for a moment. And then he felt it.

The smoothness of Nikki's labia wasn't lost on Brad. He reached his hands down, looking for something to grab onto; his tensing hand kneaded the shifting biomass beneath him, his breath hot. 

There was something coiling around his dick, playfully teasing it as his cock rocked back and forth. It was the same sensation as the moment at the smoothie bar, and it came from Nikki's... vagina?

No, those weren't vaginal lips. Those were lip lips. Brad realized Nikki was giving him a blowjob. And doing a hell of a job, at that. Brad's eyes glanced up, seeing Nikki's eyes sultry looking back at him; he could just imagine the grin she was wearing right now. Or... would be wearing. 

"Whoa god-" Brad leaned his head back, spreading his legs apart. He barely had to do anything with Nikki on the job; her tongue had completely coiled in a snake-like grip around his cock, pulling and tugging with emphatic jubilation. Her pussy lips tugged hungrily at his pelvis. It was clear that Nikki's pussy wasn't content to merely receive Brad's seed; she wanted it, she craved it, and she demanded satisfaction. Her vagina would work Brad until his cock was bone dry. 

A powerful, primal energy build up between the two. Nikki's body worked harder, her voice a slurred gurgle, the sound of wet slapping tendrils thrashing all over the place. Wherever Brad grasped Nikki, she groaned; her entire body felt like one big erogenous zone. And the more Brad felt around... the more the form pushed back. Like something was pressing up against his backside.

In the sheer ecstasy of the moment, Brad shouted, and...

"Ah! Yes!!"

Nikki screamed, her mouth reforming as her body yielded to Brad; as he shot his load into Nikki, she swung her head back, her hair tendrils flailing, stretching to all corners of the room, before her body slumped back, melting into the ooze. Part of it formlessly coated Brad's legs as he slumped back.

"Oh my god..." Brad huffed. "That... that was intense... how'd you-"

"Are you sore?" Nikki's melted down body asked allowed, her voice echoing as if it was all around Brad.

"...a bit." Brad admitted sheepishly. "You work my dick hard, you know?"

"Aw... okay, let's cuddle. Can you... can you keep doing that?"

"Doing what?" Brad asked, his hand tensing once more. He blinked. He felt around. The mass he was clutching felt more solid, more... smooth. Like an orb. Or maybe a balloon? It was... inflating...

"That. Do that." Nikki muttered. Nikki reformed her body on top of him, sliding over on top of him.

Her voice was more distinct. Brad could pin it down. It was right in front of him...

"Touch me, Brad."

...And right behind him. A sultry voice whispered into his ear, in perfect sync with the Nikki in front of him. A pair of smooth, slender, blemishless arms wrapped around his shoulders, gently hoisting him upright. 

Brad felt two bodies pressing against him. Nikki was in his lap, leaning into his chest, her waist disappearing into the muck like a lamia. And behind him... another Nikki, holding him by the shoulders. Their twintails swayed gently in unison, the rhythmic pulsing of their bodies in perfect sync. 

"Rub my titties." The front Nikki muttered.

"Caress my titties." The one in the back insisted.

"Squeeze them."

"Kiss them." 

"Massage them."

"Tinkle on them."

"Knead them into- wait, what was that last one?"

"...Tinkling?"

"What the- don't, no, no tinkling. Don't listen to her Brad."

"Pffft, it was a joke, stupid~"

Nikki could hold an entire flirtatious conversation with herself, and joke all the while. Brad watched in amazement, before smirking to himself. The endless happy little discoveries Nikki made were astounding...

"Fuck me Brad." They said in unison, a little more emphatically. 

"...Heh. Seems you two are of one mind after all." Brad quipped, before leaning forward to grope Nikki's breasts.

"Oh! Oh..." She moaned; her breasts emphatically grew with every circular motion Brad made. He was careful to work around her nipples, teasing her and keeping her on the edge. 

The rearmost Nikki leaned into Brad in turn, her arms pressing against his back. She tensed and relieved her grip in rhythmic motions, in a soothing massage. 

"Aaah... that's the stuff." Brad moaned. Even as he kept Nikki on the verge of climax, he could feel the aches in his joints easing away. He felt like he was floating... which he was, quite literally, on a pool of biomass. The duo—trio?—swayed as if on top of a water bed. 

As Brad massaged Nikki's breasts more and more, the greater they grew, yearning for more attention. Nikki panted, her tongue spilling out several feet from her mouth as her glowing blue eyes glazed over. Brad glanced to his should, watching Nikki's long tongue drape over his shoulder...

...It rose on its own, giving Brad a little lick on the chin. The two Nikkis shared a drunken smile; their breasts pressed into Brad on both sides, two pairs of breasts with each the size of a watermelon. 

The Nikki in the back was getting greedy; her torso lengthened to twist to the front, bumping shoulders with the Nikki in the front; their shoulders merged, looking the part of a pair of siamese twins. They both leaned forward for a passionate kiss, washing over Brad like a tidal wave...

"W-whoa-" Brad exclaimed, feeling something give out from under him. The two Nikkis overpowered him, pressing him to the floor. They each kissed him on his left and right cheek, before glancing to one another. Their bodies shifted together, closer and closer.

"...I love you..." They whispered in unison before they squished and merged together, her lips pressing against Brad's. The entirety of Nikki's biomass, which to this point had largely defied the conventions of conservation, cast a shadow over Brad, pinning him to the floor, enveloping him. 

Nikki's body coalesced once again into a bloated, formless mass, wrapping around and enveloping Brad, trapping him in a full body hug. It held fast, before slipping off to his right side. A tendril emerged, coiling around his sprawled arm. A hand sprouting fingers at the time, clasping Brad's hand in turn.

Nikki's humanoid body restored itself, the sprawling biomass quickly gathering to form familiar curves, familiar limbs, a familiar face. Still content to show her true silvery colours, Nikki turned to Brad with a lusty smile.

"I love... I love you. I love the way you... work me with your hands." Nikki admitted, voice a little tuckered out. "You make me feel so... so tingly..."

"That was... insane." Brad stared upwards towards the ceiling, eyes following the blades of the ceiling fan. He looked over to Nikki. "Was that... enough for you? I know you get clingy and-"

"I think so. Maybe." Nikki rotated her hips. "God, my entire body is so sensitive... it feels amazing, Brad, I... I feel like I'm on cloud nine, Brad."

Brad smiled. "Maybe I'll try it out sometime, but... I'm okay in this body. Somebody's gotta keep you down to earth."

"I could just float away if I really wanted..." Nikki cooed. She crossed her legs, biting her lip. "...nn..."

"Eh? You okay? Are you hungry? I got some nuts and bolts you could-"

Brad made to get up, but Nikki's arm shot to the far wall, extending in length and motioning for him to sit still. She was trying to stifle her giggling.

"...B-Brad, I... I know this is gonna sound weird, but... i-it wasn't a metaphor."

"Eh? Metaphor?" Brad's eyebrow perked up.

"The, the tingly feelings, they're... hanh..." Nikki raised her hips. Brad looked on with concern.

"Wh, what is it Nikki? I-is it love, or..."

"Yes, it's love, but it's also... aaaaaanh~ I can feel them all insiiiiide of meeee!~"

"...Them?" Brad blinked.

"When you nutted in me, the... the little spermies." Nikki affectionately called them, rubbing her belly. "I can feel them inside me. Wriggling their little tails..."

"Wh-what? Do... do they have somewhere to go? You... you don't have lady parts like you used to, right...?" Brad rubbed the back of his head.

"N-no, it's just, so, so... arousing, Brad, I... I'm getting horny all over again!" Nikki cooed, rubbing her body against the floor, looking for release.

"...My sperm's just... swimming around inside of you?" Brad stared. He had the idea of Googling it on his phone, but...

...He smirked devilishly, tilting his head upwards.

"Hey Siri! How long does sperm survive in the uterus?" Brad asked aloud to no one in particular.

"Oh you fucking asshole-"

Nikki could barely get a word out before she sat straight up, eyes wide, as her mouth moved on its own with a familiar, yet distinctly artificial and un-Nikki-like voice:

"Ejaculated sperm remain viable for several days within the female reproductive tract. Fertilization is possible as long as the sperm remain alive — up to five days. Sperm can also be preserved for decades when semen is frozen."

Nikki's jaw clamped shut as Siri rattled off the result. She shot Brad a dirty look; he was wearing the biggest, most shit-eatingest grin yet. This had been a side-effect of that one time Nikki... assimilated her phone. 

She gently, yet forcefully elbowed Brad in the side; Brad could only chuckle in response.

"Braaaaad, that's not funny!" She pouted.

"What? I can't help it if my girlfriend's part smartphone now. And part toaster... and part dildo."

"One of these days I'm getting that hummer you like so much..." She folded her arms. She tried to cross her legs to fight off the tingly sensations.

"Hummer's off limits." Brad raised a pointed finger. And then he remembered what Siri said.

"W-Wait, let's back up a sec, five days!? You're gonna be horny for that long??" Brad grimaced.

"Hngggg... it feels so goooooood, Brad!" She whined. She flexed her lengthened arm; it zipped around Brad, coiling him up like he was being bound with rope, before the palm hovered just shy of his dick...

...A fissure emerged in the palm of her hand. It puffed out, resembling a pair of... vaginal lips??

"...Uhhhh..." Brad blushed. He couldn't hide the fact that his dick was hardening already... as if the feeling of Nikki's smooth flesh against his skin didn't get his rocks off already. He trie to hide a deeply-tinted blush. 

"This is for being a smartass." Nikki smirked, her hand slooooowly lowering towards his cock. "I'm gonna wring everything that I can from your dinky little noodlebop!~"

"...u-uh... alright." Brad grinned wryly. "You wanna be my cum dumpster?"

"Always and forever, big guy!~"

Nikki leaned closer, all lovey dovey as her labia-lined hand dove at his cock like a python looking for its next meal. Nikki and Brad both moaned in unison, their shoulders pressing against one another. Nikki was absolutely giddy, and Brad had the stamina to go all night if he had to...

Brad thought about the importance of staying hydrated before his mind succumbed to otherworldly pleasures. Nikki knew what she wanted, and she was going to get it. Such was how they spent most of their loveydovey evenings together...

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