Milky Gateau
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- Joined
- Dec 14, 2023
[A continuation of a prior RP]
Previously...
As soon as the module touched Bebe's chest, it leapt to life. The poor thing had been waiting for centuries to be called to action again, hibernating and dreaming of his masters returning. Even better, one of the long lost people had returned, the sensors built into the small machine recognising the sensation of Bebe's flesh and beginning to rapidly expand. It would be a familiar sensation to Bebe as the nanotechnology contained inside the module stretched into a slime-like state and began to envelop her.
The material it formed was skin-tight, sliding smoothly over her skin, wrapping around her shoulders as long, thick tendrils ran down Bebe's back like a cape. The rest slid across her hips, cladding her plump buttocks in the slime-like material until it stiffened into another skin to protect her. It certainly hugged Bebe's already generous curves, slipping down her thighs until it coated her feet and formed tall boots that would help if she ever deigned to touch the ground again.
The module couldn't speak, but the way it writhed and undulated against Bebe's body made it clear it was overjoyed to see her and be of use again. The tentacles immediately reached around, caressing her shoulders and her cheeks, taking the oppurtunity to inspect his new owner and touch one of the masters after so long with nothing but dreams for company.
Bebe sighed inwardly as the mucousim appeared to integrate itself to her just fine. The jelly-like substance wrapped around her without hesitation, and she could feel a faint, brief tingling as the nanites worked their magic; now she was able to control this malleable, semi-transparent material through thought alone as naturally as breathing. Or rather, that should have been the case. She was caught a little off-guard when the jellyfish-like tendrils started to caress her, while the rest of the slime suit tightened around her body in rhythmic pulses. Back in the day, her people had designed the mucousims with minor intellect...A tiny program, in order to sync the machines better to the user and adapt to every person's tendencies. However, it hadn't been enough to consider them more than...than dolls--and she had certainly never witnessed one expressing what seemed to be...affection? The mucousim was acting more like a pet than a tool!
...was that the result of being left to learn and grow on your own for some odd millennia?
She tried to will the tentacles to still, and was even more taken back to find resistance! Or rather, it had worked...at first, only for the slime to decide it wasn't done fawning over his new user just yet and go right back to prodding and squeezing her as if making sure she wasn't a dream about to poof away. "If you are not behaving..." she started, now reaching to grab the module.