This choice: Eventually you are left alone long enough to make it back • Go Back...Chapter #5Your self learning A.I friend by: REwesker117   After sometime Shia ended her vigorous workout leading her to cast you on the floor with the other pile of equipment that was not in use, you felt destroyed, with every part of your body aching with pain from her sturdy routine. Shia up and left the room, with no remorse or even knowledge of ever associating she had used you so violently. Then, another girl came marching an ebony-skinned goddess wearing a bright orange top and shorts.
"Don't use me. Don't use me." you whimper so defeated from the last girl.
Thankfully, staring past you, she traveled to other devices nearby. You breathed relief that she was going to practice on something else. However, there was the matter of reforming due to Crissy's influences.
"How long did that strange voice thing say? Three hours!" You groan with frustration from the familiarity, "How am I to survive that long?"
Considering that Shia abandoned you amongst the other additional gym apparatus, you manage to survive. Subsequently, the tiny robot voice came back on.
"Three hours over... little-suitable data collected... disengaging suspended animation.." The voice uttered, as you slowly regained body movement.
Your arms and legs returned to their natural position. Standing ordinarily again, you popped you back in place. "Hey!" you shouted with randomness as no one was around to hear, "Hey voice person!"
"Hello! Agent Jax, it's splendid to meet you," the voice beeped on speaking.
"Don't hello to me!" you responded with outrage, "Who or what you? Why do you sound like Akira?"
"My name is S.U.C.I.! Which stands for Suit. Utility. And Combat. Intelligence. I'm you're personal suit A.I interface created by her." The voice narrated.
"Well, that simplifies the vocal resemblance," you affirmed, forming your way out from the other gym gear.
"Alright, Suci? Considering we're probably going to be stuck together permanently. I..." You immediately cut off from speaking as oblivious of your surroundings a shoe came plummeting down on you.
"Eww! I stepped in some girl's gum." your abductor disgustingly described you stuck to her shoe.
"Those shoes were so adorable too." her companion chimed in answering.
"I know! Let's head over to the locker rooms and see if I can scrap it off." She requested, flatting you more into the designer outer sole.
Once inside, you paraded against a cold tile floor connecting your body as she walked over towards the stall. "Let's pray this gum succeeds to come off." your kidnapper vocalized dragging her footwear upon the edge of the gym locker room bench.
The result made you screech with discomfort than previously utilized as a stretch rope. In addition, to your pain, the ladies elimination means squashed you up in one giant wade fixed on the seat.
"I presume that's all of it?" she gossiped with delight, searching the bottom of her shoe for any remnants.
"What about the gum now sticking on the seat? Shouldn't we clean that up?" her colleague suggested at the sticky lump setting there for another girl to settle in accidentally.
"Who cares! Perhaps the lady who left it earlier will reunite with it then." The women argued with laugher as she exited the room with her companion, omitting you there to be dealt with by another unwelcoming individual.
"Jax! My senors record numerous disorganized physical formations. However, no major injuries present." Suci proclaimed with glee as she booted on to announce the news to deliver out, over the sound of your grunts while reforming.
Your moments of peace were short as demonstrated by the shadowy blimp of another new girl's giant butt came hovering over you when standing up. You squeal as it came crashing down like a meteor upon you, allowing you to mark only minor details of this latest girl. She was young, pale-skinned with a petite body yet sizeable rear, and purple ear-length bob hair. You uncertain why you put up a ferocious chance of escape by running to avoid the oncoming storm. It was apparent that your effort didn't go to waste somewhat, as you ended right in the middle of her ass crack. However, your legs trapped in a string of her thong which you struggled to free.
"Ugh, another troublesome itch! Why did you convince yourself to skip showering this morning or even after working out Santana?" The girl blatantly revealed to herself thinking she's alone, "So gross how my ass is nearly a toxic swamp already! Bad enough, I'm wearing the same worn pair for two days straight. Oh, who am I fooling there so comfy I love wearing these." she finished complaining by withdrawing her hand and adjusting her undies.
Your eyeballs swelled with tearful manners due to the horrifying redolence or the girl's ass. You knew you had to escape fast before things became far worse than they already were being now.
"Jax!" Suci suddenly came online conversing again, "I noticed we are in unfamiliar territory that is causing you the difficulty of breathing. May I inquire where we are exactly?"
You could hardly speak, let alone inhale without it being the noxious fumes of your surroundings. "Were trapped in some chicks smelly thong Suci." you directly told her coughing from the foul air.
"A thong?" Suci related with a tone of curiosity, "Analyzing... I found one match found for thong in my database — a skimpy bathing suit or pair of underpants like a G-string and commonly correlated with panties." she defined to you. "Jax! During my researching, I've noted that more than half of the world's majority is female and gradually rising."
"What's your point? How does this help me get out of here?" you commanded, bouncing between Santana's smelly cheeks.
"Nothing in particular! But I do notice the situation an invaluable experience to help me perhaps assist you further in the future?" Suci indicates with enthusiasm.
At this rate, you were going to die due to lack of oxygen at any minute, "Ok! Fine! Just do something that will help me." you yelled, ready to pass out.
"Verbal command excepted: authorization Jax- Designation: something... Calculating... Status: unknow... Calculating... :Error: :Error:...Immediate judgment established: Activating merging protocol... One Object found... Object: Thong." Suci directed as you began blacking out. "Jax! Are you alright, Jax!" Suci requested as you woke.
"Yeah! But..." you replied, striving to move an arm or leg, "I can't move!"
"That's is because I had absorbed us with the nearest article, which would be...Subject: Thong." Suci maintained with care.
As an added conclusion you suddenly found your entire face smeared across Santana unwashed backdoor. The smell and taste covering your nose and mouth simultaneously. You gagged with disgust, "Suci! Cancel last order! Change us back!" you begged after rubbing against her unholiness once more.
"I am sorry, Jax! But I can not disengage my protocol! Merging will last till either host has removed Subject: thong or timer expires." Suci affirmed.
You could materially feel your body soaked to the bone in her sweat as it carried both the heavy dampness previously collected all at once. You noted it as an auto enhancing action that was causing your body to be one single form with the girl's thong. Then she cut a rank fart just then your nose burned as you cooked in its scent. "Suci! How long is timer?" you coughed asking having no way to block your nose for the time being.
"I've set the timer to at least five days to gather a sufficient sort of date from experience," she replied.
"Five days!" you shouted before maintaining your composure, "Relax, at least their an alternative. No girl would wear the same thing for five days," you prayed as Santana returned to her dorm room and...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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