Joint damage. Weight issues. Dam it, we shouldhave given her some nanites last time."The other said, "We got overruled, the big boss said stuff like t...atwould get noticed."At this point, I must have made a sound, because the first voice thensaid, "She's awake, we messed up on dosing her." Doesn't matter, we were going to do a conscious interview anyway.Finish up the scans, I'll go talk to her," the other voice replied.A shadowy form approached me."Hello, Dorothy," the figure, whose actual shape. I reached into my bag and pulled out an 8" dildo that was not only longer but thicker also. I replaced the smaller dildo with the new longer one and again admired how good I looked with this really nice package on me. This dildo was big enough to cause him some discomfort but he said that actually added to the intensity of the pleasure. But knowing this I did add some additional lube to help ease the dildo into him. I saw him wince at the thickness of my new cock as I began easing it into ass.. I just openly stared right at it. Then, the heavy silence was stopped. Rick calmly said four words to me. "Beg for it, Timmy." My eyes shot up to his. I was not expecting those words. I knew I had fear on my face. He just stood there so self-assured. My breathing picked up instantly. I looked down at his underwear and back up to him. I felt the words coming. I never believed I'd say them. "P-please," I stuttered. "Please, what, Timmy?" Please... Umm, may I... See it?" See what,. “What the hell is wrong with you, Sasha?” my mother demanded. Fury—true, apocalyptic rage—blazed across my mother’s face. Her usual sweet and calm demeanor had vanished. Though I was taller than her, she somehow felt like a giant as she marched towards me. “You think it’s funny wearing one of those filthy toys of yours. You think I’m going to be a nasty dyke or something? That I would do something with my daughter.“Ugh, god, what is wrong with you?” my little sister said, looking away.“This ....