Chapter 4: Catalyst
Ombre groaned, waking up from his long nap. Yesterday was a mess, but today could be different. He stood, only to be dragged into the dark by several robotic hands. "What the-"
It was the spider-like robot, it's body sharp, yet soft... Bright, yet dark red. The robot's glowing eyes pierced through the darkness, its mechanical arms holding Ombre firmly in place. "What the fuck are you doing?" Ombre growled, struggling against the robot's grip. But it was no use. The robot was too strong, its metallic body unyielding.
"Overstimulate mode not yet complete," the robot replied, its voice flat and mechanical. "What the fuck does that mean?" Ombre snarled, his heart pounding in his chest. The robot didn't answer, its glowing red eyes fixed on his face as it leaned down, its mechanical arms pushing his legs apart once more.
Ombre whimpered, trying to close his legs, but the robot's grip was unyielding. "Fuck, no," he groaned, trying to push the robot away, but it was like trying to move a mountain.
"Activating milking apparatuses."
Ombre groaned, trying to stop the robot from touching him. Suddenly, the robot stabbed him with a syringe. He felt his pecs growing bigger, so big to the point where they counted as boobs.
"What the... What did you give me!?" Ombre shouted, his voice laced with panic and anger. The robot didn't respond, its glowing red eyes fixed on its task. Ombre could feel the liquid spreading through his body, his pecs growing larger, more sensitive.
"Fuck, what did you do to me?" he growled, his body tensing as the robot's mechanical arms reached out, grabbing his new, enlarged pecs. The robot's metallic fingers squeezed gently, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. Ombre's breath hitched, his hips bucking slightly as the robot's touch sent shivers down his spine.
"A drug you enhance.... assets." The robot said.
"And that's called?" Ombre asked, his voice laced with a mix of curiosity and fear.
The robot's glowing red eyes flickered, its mechanical arms releasing Ombre's pecs, allowing him to catch his breath. "It is called 'Enhancer,'" it replied, its voice flat and unemotional. "It is designed to enhance your physical attributes, to make you more... desirable."
Ombre's heart pounded in his chest as he processed the robot's words. "Desirable? To who?"
The robot didn't answer, its glowing red eyes flickering as it reached out, grabbing Ombre's cock once more. "Attaching milking apparatus." The robot's voice was flat, mechanical, but there was an underlying current of anticipation that sent a shiver down Ombre's spine. He watched as the robot's mechanical arms reached out, attaching two small, metallic cups to his enlarged pecs. He could feel the cold metal against his skin, the gentle suction as the cups began to fill with his milk.
"Fuck, that's... weird," Ombre groaned, his body tensing as the sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through him. The robot's glowing red eyes flickered, its mechanical arms reaching out to stroke his cock gently.
Ombre's breath hitched as the robot's touch sent shivers down his spine. "Fuck, that's good," he moaned, his hips bucking slightly as the robot's fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking gently. "Fuck, that feels...