Alyson spent the entirety of her night in strange erotic bliss as her vagina and breasts worked her over under the effects of the Auto-Masturbation-Lotion. She lost count of how many times she came and was a little weak in the knees walking to class. She assumed the effects had worn off so she planned to continue her day as she normally would.
She had heard rumors and warnings of the product prior to using it, where it was recalled due to too many anomalies with the effects, some including but not limited to loss of body control and artificial sentience, but she was very adventurous sexually and this only intrigued her more.
“Whoever created the stuff was a genius,” Alyson thought as she recounted the experience in her head over and over. The way her vagina and breasts moved and pleasured themselves was nothing short of extraordinary. Her vagina even talked dirty to her the whole time. The sultry voice coming from between her legs only added to the experience, taunting her and commanding her like a dark mistress. Throughout most of the session, she wasn’t allowed to move her arms from her sides. If she tried to touch her breasts or her vagina at any point, they would punish her by either pinching her clit or nipples.
“Do you want to cum, my little slut? Nuh, uh, uh, no touching. Hands to yourself.” She heard her vagina say in her mind, recounting the prior evening’s events. She wet her panties thinking about it. She’ll be using the lotion again for sure.
“Did it somehow know she had a submissive fetish, or were the nanites preprogrammed that way?” She pondered as she sat at her desk.
“Okay, class, today we’ll be reviewing the semi-final next week if you would get out your textbook and notes,” said a booming male voice as the professor shut the door behind him. Alyson snapped out of her daydream and fetched her notebook from her bag. As the professor read through slides, Alyson’s mind began to wonder again as she nibbled on the back of her pen. After several minutes, she felt an all too familiar movement between her legs, eliciting a gasp from Alyson.
“Hey, it’s stuffy down here. Cotton, really?” Whispered Alyson’s vagina.
“Shh, not right now. I’m in class,” Alyson snapped back, catching the attention of the girl sitting in front of her. She turned around, and Alyson looked up, red in the face.
“You okay?” She asked.
“Yeah, sorry, it’s nothing,” Alyson sheepishly said. She had never really spoken to her before, but the girl was quite attractive. She was slender with a sideways cut and medium-sized breasts. She dressed kind of punkish with cutoff gloves and a short t-shirt exposing her midriff. It was a look that left Alyson weak in the knees on a good day, but today was several times worse as she was apparently still under the effects of the lotion, and her libido was out of control. The girl gave her a sideways glance before turning back toward the front.
A few more minutes passed, and Alyson found herself fantasizing again. It was obvious now that her libido was altered as she began to fantasize about the girl in front of her.
“Such a cute face and tight little body. If that sexy-toned stomach is but a preview, I know you look amazing in the buff. I wonder what your tongue game is like,” Alyson thought to herself as she felt her breasts contract and wiggle under her bra while her vagina began to play with her clit. Alyson squealed and gripped her desk.
“Please, please stop. Not now,” she grunted as the girl in front turned back around and several others in the corner of the classroom.
“Alyson, everything okay over there?” The professor asked in a slightly annoyed tone, as she was an obvious distraction to his class.
“I...I don’t feel very well all of a sudden. Excuse me,” Alyson said as she sat up and ran toward the class exit. Once in the hallway, she made her way to the women’s restroom and locked herself inside a stall.
“Okay, what the hell? I thought that stuff expired after twenty-four hours or something like that?” Alyson asked.
“Really? Last night I pretty much rocked your world and you just want me to ‘expire’?” Her vagina said in an offended tone.
“No, no, it’s not that okay. You just embarrassed me in front of the entire class. I can’t face them after that. You can’t just talk and do that to me in public.
“Well, excuse me. I can’t help it if you’re a little slut and got hot and bothered for that sapphic girl,” her vagina snarked. Her breasts wiggled themselves out of her bra and began kneading themselves under her shirt. Alyson began to moan.
“Come on, girl, just let me get off, and I’ll leave you alone the rest of the day,” her vagina begged as it began slowly rolling her clit with her labia. Alyson nodded, knowing in the back of her mind she didn’t really have any choice, causing her vagina to ramp up the motion as it began rapidly rubbing her clit between her nether lips. Alyson gripped the bars inside the stall, biting her lip hard as she tried not to make a peep. Her breasts contracted and contorted in circular motions, mimicking being grasped by a forceful lover, causing her to stifle a moan despite her best efforts. After several minutes, her orgasm hit like a freight train. She whimpered and bit her tongue hard while gripping the bars harder and harder, giving her best effort not to scream in pleasure in the public bathroom. Finally, the stimulation subsided, and she sat down on the toilet, hyperventilating as she came off her post-orgasm high.
“Holy fucking shit,” said a voice outside the stall. Alyson froze in place and turned beat red as the prying eyes outside the stall were none other than the girl from her class.
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