Jon felt invigorated. Maybe it was the robot body, but it seemed to have been recharged by having sex with his old male self.
No, that wasn't right. Jon didn't have sex. What was the proper word? Make love? Screw? Fuck? No, none of that was quite it...
Pleasure.
Jon had pleasured his old self. He figured it was in the operating system of the SlutBot body. Every thing the male body had wanted, Jon performed it. Rubbing, licking, dancing, even the spanking that male Jon has requested at the get-go, he couldn't get enough.
Sure, it was more than a little weird to have sex with himself. It was even weirder to hear his old body talking like a bubbly bimbo, giggling, not fully realizing that he was male, but Jon's SlutBot body didn't care. As long as he was giving pleasure, Jon was receiving pleasure.
And what pleasure! Every little bit of positive response male-Jon gave, Jon's body burned with pleasure. When male-Jon asked him to suck on his nipples, Jon did so with vigour, feeling ten times the pleasure he was giving out. Even when male-Jon asked Jon to call him a "naughty girl", Jon's knees got weak.
By the time they actually got to the sex, Jon was insatiable. He'd screamed, he'd cried, he didn't want it to stop.
But it did. Jon's old body was only human, after all, and with the expert attention that Jon had given, it didn't take long for him to climax. Soon after that, as Jon had often done in the past, sleep had overcome his male counterpart.
Jon's SlutBot body wanted to cuddle, to feel the soft silky fabric of male-Jon's lingerie (male-Jon had insisted in SlutBot Jon dressing him up) against his simulated skin, but Jon was resisting. It was bad enough that the male was in the room with him, the scent of his sweat and pheromones, the heat he was emitting... if Jon wasn't careful, he would be driven wild with passion once again.
Naked and excited, pussy dripping wet, Jon crossed to the entrance to see if there was a way out of the room. Careful not to wake his sleeping lover, Jon felt along the seams of the door, but could get no grip. Then he began to wonder how strong his body actually was. Jon had felt the operating system built into his body pulling him back from hurting male-Jon during their sexual exploits, so maybe it was stronger than it looked.
Placing both hands on the door, and his feet behind him, Jon began to push, and push hard. He knew that if he was going to escape, he'd have to do it quickly, because as soon as male-Jon woke up, he would lose the desire to go anywhere.
Harder and harder he pushed, finding no limit to the strength the body would give. Soon enough the metal door began to buckle, then bend, then with a CRACK, it gave way, giving Jon just enough room to squeeze his buxom body out into the hallway. Behind him, Jon could hear his male body waking up from its orgasm induced coma. Before male-Jon had a chance to say anything, Jon ran, breasts bouncing, naked, but free.
