“Out of all your crazy experiments, professor, I think this is the one I’m the most interested in! How do you even come up with such… Eccentric ideas?” Wendy’s right-hand assistant, Sarah marveled upon setting foot inside the lab where the moth’s latest and greatest invention stood in all its glory: A padded, reclinable chair with hundreds of little wires, tubes, sensors, and electrodes poking out of it, complete with a strange, futuristic-looking helmet. Still, the centerpiece of the attraction lay next to the chair with only one thick, flexible tube connecting it to the rest of the device: a milking machine that was just the perfect size to accommodate its inventor’s cock.


“Well, it’s certainly the most “fun” idea out of all my works, you got that right, sweetheart~” The professor giggled humbly as the two stood by the machine. It gently hummed as the many screens connected to it displayed different kinds of graphs, text, and graphics that served to monitor whether everything was fine with whoever used it at the time. “It is to masturbation, what the wheel was to transport; things will never be the same once I get this to mass production, and people will wonder why they ever used their hands to pleasure themselves~”


“That’s quite a bold statement… I’m really curious how it works!” The girl looked at her boss, and then back to the machine with a sense of optimistic skepticism. The moth, admittedly, was sometimes prone to exaggerating the magnitude of her achievements, but this thing really seemed like something out of a sci-fi movie.


“I’m positive that you’ll get to try it one day, Sarah.” Wendy replied, smiling from the sense of gratification she got from her helper. “But for now, I think it’s safest if only I test it. In fact, that’s the reason I called you here! I need your assistance.”


“What do you need my help with?” Although a little bummed out that she wouldn’t be able to experience the pleasure, Sarah still offered her eager help to the professor. It also seemed like a lot of responsibility to control such a crazy machine that she’d never even seen in his entire life, but such shenanigans were part of her job description, after all.


“I just need you to monitor my vital signs on these monitors.” The moth explained, walking over to the dozen or so flashing screens next to the machine and vaguely gesturing toward them. “If you see anything abnormal, or any warning signs pop up, just pull the power supply out of the wall!”


“Ugh... Uhh... How do I know…” The human girl strained her eyes to make out whatever was written on the confusing display of screens, which all seemed like they were displaying alien text and incomprehensible graphs.


“Don’t worry about it. You’ll know!” Wendy giggled while she unbuttoned and took off her lab coat, revealing that she was wearing nothing underneath. Her assistant stood timidly, both from the sudden flash of her boss’ big, round boobs and even bigger package down below, and both from the confusingly casual attitude. She suddenly wasn’t even sure whether she’d ever seen Wendy naked, but what the bisexual woman did know, was that she found the combination of those sexy breasts and sizeable cock quite attractive. Although she tried to remain professional and calm the horny thoughts in her mind, she knew she couldn’t wait to see her boss use the machine and watch what her aroused cock looked like.


The moth elegantly slipped into the chair and moved her wings around to be able to lean back comfortably. She grabbed the two electrode patches that were already prepared on the armrests and stuck them on her boobs one by one, and as soon as she did, a 3D model of a pair of breasts appeared on one of the monitors.


“That’s where you’ll see where my boobs are being stimulated, and how much!” She explained as she reached for the transparent milking machine and carefully pulled it over her penis. The device hummed for a while and produced a little bit of suction to create a perfect seal with the moth’s fluffy lap, and also sucked her penis up a little bit, making it just a tad more erect than it already was. Some more statistics appeared on the screens, along with a heart rate monitor that kept showing a steady increase in the wearer’s heart rate while the milking machine continued to suck and gently vibrate around her member. It looked fun and a little bit terrifying at the same time, though the onlooker couldn’t really decide which emotion she felt stronger as she watched on.


“And the final piece!” Wendy smiled in anticipation as she held up the pink helmet in front of her. It was quite lightweight with no straps or buckles attached, as it perfectly fit the head shape of its designer without falling off. On the front, there was a semi-transparent glass visor that lit up with different symbols and numbers, before a green checkmark flashed at the front to show that the systems were ready to roll. “See you on the flipside, then!”


After her assistant gave her a hesitant thumbs up, the professor enthusiastically pulled the helmet on her head and leaned back. She closed her eyes and tried to relax, even though the monitor showed her heart rate already being almost triple what it usually was thanks to the excitement. Nothing really seemed to happen for a few seconds, when suddenly all her muscles went limp- with the exception of her cock- and she began to look like she was sleeping.


Sarah panicked for a few seconds as she didn’t know what to do, but Wendy’s vital signs seemed to be just fine, and the screens said that the simulation had started successfully. All she had to do from that point was stand by and watch for any unusual signs, while an unusual silence fell on the room, only occasionally broken up by the beeping of the strange contraption.


“Damn… She never told me how long this would take!” The girl thought to herself as she slowly paced around the room, looking at the monitors and occasionally glancing at the professor. She looked quite beautiful in such a hypnotized state, like a sleeping beauty: her nipples perked up, her mouth opened ever so slightly, the antennae on the front of her head twitched, and the veins on her large, erect cock expanded in a beautiful display thanks to the repeated sucking, rubbing and vibration that the high-tech milking machine masterfully produced.


After taking a better look around the machine, Sarah suddenly stumbled upon something interesting underneath the chair: it looked like a spare helmet, green in color and quite a bit bigger and bulkier than the one its inventor used. It too, was connected to the rest of the machine by quite a few wires, and its glowing, green LEDs showed clearly that it was turned on. There was no text or any instructions on it however, not even a pictogram to show what its purpose was.


“Damn, I wish there was a manual for this thing!” The assistant thought to herself as she curiously examined the heavy headgear in her hands. “But what does Wendy always say? The best way to find out what something does is to use it…?”


Though she knew that might not be the best piece of advice to follow, the bored and horny girl decided to go for it anyway. Why was it always Wendy who got to try all the fun stuff? She might have just been an assistant, but she was just as smart and capable as her boss. Overcome with angst and excitement, she sat down on a chair next to the machine and put on the helmet, waiting for the hypnosis to start.


She waited seconds… Minutes… But nothing happened. “What the hell is wrong with this thing??” She thought to herself as she stood up from the chair and headed over to the control panel. She saw that a yellow warning had popped up on one of the screens:


“Error: Secondary helmet access denied”


Annoyed at how Wendy had thought of locking her out of the machine before going under, she began pressing buttons on the panel to try to give herself privileges. After pressing dozens of buttons and navigating many menus that she could barely understand, she was finally greeted by a screen that prompted her for a password.


“That’s easy… The dumb hoe always uses the same password for everything…” Sarah giggled to herself as she typed in the administrator password. As soon as she pressed enter, a brand new screen appeared in front of her, one that left her speechless: it seemed to be showing whatever the user of the machine saw in the simulation.


It showed the first person view of a high quality 3D model of a white, fluffy moth with massive breasts and a raging hard boner, like an exaggerated version of what the professor looked like in real life. What was more important than the player character of this strange virtual reality game however, was what she was doing… Or rather, WHO she was doing in there. In front of her stood a near perfect naked replica of Sarah on all fours, moaning loudly as she was filled deeply by the virtual cock of the professor. She took a step back in shock and horror: she had to put an end to this.


Instead of cutting the power and screaming at the moth as she first thought to do, she came up with a much more fun and humiliating way to teach her a lesson. Now that she had administrative privileges, she could enter the simulation at any time she wanted to with whatever powers she wanted to have. She quietly denied Wendy’s permission to end the simulation whenever she wanted, and then got to work plotting her “revenge”.


“She’s never gonna get away with that…” Sarah whispered to herself as she tore off her labcoat and threw it to the side. She was wearing her usual tight, green suit and thigh highs underneath that contrasted beautifully with her snow white skin and deep black hair, and was designed with easy and quick access to her backside… Although it wasn’t even that obvious for an onlooker at first. She climbed up on the chair into Wendy’s lap and began to massage her tits as she looked at her relaxed, limp face with an evil, piercing grin. She enjoyed how weak and vulnerable her annoying boss was in this position, no longer ordering her around and treating her as inferior. Now SHE was the superior one.


She pulled hard on the milking machine, and even though it was secured onto the moth’s penis well, it came off with a loud POP after a couple of tries. The suddenly exposed cock twitched around and leaked with precum, as if begging to be put back into the pleasuring device, but Sarah had other plans in mind for it: she unzipped the back of her suit and placed the tip of the member between her buttcheeks and slowly rubbed it up and down, before sitting on it and letting it slide inside her without any lube or protection. The moth’s smooth, veiny cock slid effortlessly into her, making her moan up and shiver as she felt the warm, rock hard penis fill her up completely. She wondered what it felt like for the moth as she watched her expression change just the slightest bit, but she wouldn’t have to wonder for long, as she prepared to enter the simulation herself.


“Ready…” She whispered herself as she grabbed the only unconnected wire sprouting out from her helmet and connected it to the empty port right at the front of the professor’s helmet. She heard a slight beep confirming that the connection was successful, and she immediately started feeling sleepy.


A strong, overpowering sense of peace and tranquillity washed over the girl as her thoughts slowly became incoherent and her movements sluggish. In only a matter of seconds, her body slumped down and fell forwards onto Wendy, whose cock remained plunged deep inside of her. The vengeful assistant grabbed onto the arms of the professor as her eyelids slowly shut down and she began to feel ever sleepier… And sleepier… And sleepier….


Sarah was suddenly startled by the feeling of a large cock entering her backside. She was pinned to the floor, her back bent inwards like a slut to take the pounding easier. Behind her, she heard the familiar voice of her boss in a very unfamiliar way: she moaned like crazy while she grabbed roughly into Sarah’s hair, loudly repeating how she would make the assistant her “little, obedient pet” in a tone that sent chills down the girl’s spine. The professor didn’t seem to realize that another person had joined the simulation, which Sarah immediately knew, gave her the upper hand.


She still wore the same green uniform she had under her labcoat, though it felt even tighter and more revealing on her. She wore a spiked leather collar on her neck, the type they put on aggressive dogs in need of being tamed. Every once in a while, the moth pulled on it from behind, causing her to choke wildly for a few seconds before letting her breathe again, all while giggling in the most villainous tone she’d ever heard escape the otherwise tame moth’s mouth.


It took her a while to manage to escape, as her first attempts at standing up were quickly beaten down by a foot to her back, kicking her just forcefully enough to fall flat on her belly and pin her to the ground. “Bad dog!” Wendy yelled at her with more amusement in her voice than annoyance. She really thought that she had full control, but that could not have been further from the truth; this battle was lost as soon as her assistant entered the simulation.


“Stop with that!” The human yelled out at the surprised moth, throwing herself off the penis and falling on the floor, panting. She looked up at the professor with an enraged expression and jumped back on her feet, although standing was a little hard with her expanded, painful guts. Although in real life she was quite a bit shorter, the simulation made both of them roughly the same size. Taking advantage of that, she inched closer to the moth, getting her to back down. “You’re not making me your pet, hell no!”


“W-what the hell…” Wendy timidly pulled in her wings, staring at the suddenly rebellious girl in disbelief. “You were not supposed to do that… I must have made a mistake in the code of the NPCs…”


“I’m no NPC, sweetheart, I’m the real deal!” Sarah pushed the digital avatar of Wendy, almost causing her to fall over. “Would an NPC do that, huh? Listen here babygirl, I did NOT give my permission to recreate me in this little pervert project of yours and then fuck me to your heart’s content!”


“Sarah??” The professor still seemed to be in a state of denial, though she was shocked at the realism of the girl’s actions compared to the dumb, bland interactions she had with the other characters in her simulation. “This can’t be right… I disabled the secondary helmet!”


“Yes, and I enabled it!” The human laughed at the confused and concerned face of the moth who teased her about being her pet just a few seconds prior. “Oh, don’t be so surprised. You use the same password everywhere, dumbass! Look, I even got administrative privileges! Bet you didn’t think I could do this~”


In the blink of an eye, every bit of clothing disappeared from the girl’s body except for the collar. Though first attracted towards the perked-up, exposed nipples, Wendy’s eyes quickly wandered down to her assistant’s crotch, where a strange surprise awaited her. Instead of a vagina, a hairy, limp penis hung between Sarah’s legs, and even though it wasn’t very significant in terms of its size at first, she soon realized that it was slowly growing.


Like an accelerated boner, the penis began to inflate, getting longer, thicker and harder too, soon pointing straight up with a bit of a curve that only got more and more obvious as the dick surpassed the size of a normal one. Veins bulged out all over it and the foreskin retracted to reveal the red, slimy head underneath that was already dripping with precum. A pair of balls dropped underneath it too, getting so large that they could barely squeeze themselves between the juicy thighs of the girl.


Wendy began looking around, terrified to see that she could no longer find the option to end the simulation. There was nowhere to hide inside of the digital world either: they were standing on an endless, white plain with no other objects in site anywhere, let alone a space where she could get away from someone with this level of access. There was only one way this could go, and she couldn’t do anything about it.


The moth didn’t even try to run when she was grabbed by the neck and forced down to the floor. Sarah did not need to exert any substantial amount of force to get her partner down on her knees, who was greeted face first with the imposingly tall, throbbing instrument of justice that she’d soon have to take from the enraged human.


“Open your mouth!” Sarah commanded. Wendy didn’t dare oppose her. She opened her mouth, shaking in fear of what the assistant would do, knowing that a simple blowjob wouldn’t suffice for such a degree of humiliation.


As soon as her lips parted, the oversized cock was forcibly jammed into her mouth before she could even swallow or take a breath. Though it was only around 10 inches in length, it felt easily double that once it was all in the girl’s mouth, thanks to the imposing girth and the aggressiveness of its user. The penis went in and out of her mouth a couple of times before Sarah decided that she wasn’t playing around for any longer, and shoved the entire length down Wendy’s throat.


She laughed gleefully at the painful gagging of her boss, thinking about all the times she was made to feel inferior and dumb next to the famous professor. Now that same famous professor was kneeling in front of her with teary eyes and a contracting chest while she tried not to puke herself or pass out from the lack of oxygen. She was given no breaks at all, and the only times the cock was pulled out far enough to allow her to sneak a breath in, it went right back seemingly even deeper than the last time.


“Gllk.. Ghhh…” Wendy coughed, her tears mixing with her sweat, her sweat mixing with her snot and her snot mixing with the saliva inside of her mouth that already foamed up from the amount of precum that was creamed all over it. The sheer volume of pre-ejaculate this newly grown cock could have made it seem like Sarah had already came into the woman’s mouth, but she was far from done: in fact, she was only starting to enjoy herself more.


A visible lump was created all the way down the moth’s throat every time the cock went in, and boy, did it go in a lot. The dominant grabbed her hair- just like Wendy grabbed hers- and pulled her even deeper than she would have been able to go otherwise. It seemed almost absurd looking from the outside how much of the oversized dick disappeared into the moth’s face; and from her perspective, it felt even more absurd. In real life, she would have already passed out by now, perhaps even died, but her digital body was impossible to kill this way. Sarah knew this very well as she mercilessly continued to skullfuck her victim, giddy at the fact that she didn’t have to worry about the safety of her submissive to keep her around for even more punishment.


“Who’s whose pet now, huh, professor?” She would repeatedly tease, only getting smothered gags in response from the half-conscious shell of the once domineering woman. She didn’t NEED to speak anyway; anything she could have said, would have only made Sarah even more angry, and would have just led to more torture. Sarah, the girl who usually acted so timid and passive, could finally give in to her worst side without consequences and she loved every second of it. This was no longer about vengeance. This was about showing her real colors.


After enjoying the forced blowjob for a few more in-game minutes, Sarah finally decided to let Wendy’s suffering end. But not without cumming into her, of course. She slammed her cock deep into the moth woman’s mouth and held her in for seconds, before finally exploding from the tightness and the desperate struggle of her very own living sex toy. Her thick cum oozed into the gurgling throat and even came back up, filling Wendy’s mouth and allowing her to taste the salty flavor. The dominant moaned, uncontrollably thrusting her hips back and forth as her orgasm peaked, before finally calming down with a good bit of exhausted panting.


“Wow! I didn’t know the male orgasm felt that great! What a lucky bugger you are with that dick of yours. I would happily go for one of these in real life!” Sarah giggled upon pulling out her dripping member and watching pitifully as the gasping, drowning and choking moth collapsed on the ground, cum draining out of her mouth with every cough. “Not the woman of words anymore, are ya…? Guess you just needed a good skullfucking to put you in place.”


For a few moments, it could be seen that Wendy was trying to say something in response, but her digital body just couldn’t cooperate anymore. Though she’d managed to spew out most of the cum that she hadn’t swallowed until then, her mind was still dizzy and disoriented. She looked at the woman who just humiliated her with disbelief, perhaps still struggling to believe that this was really her trusted, beloved assistant, and not just a terrible bug in the code.


“Oh! Silly me, I almost forgot!” The human gasped after contemplating returning from the simulation. She reached to her neck and easily unbuckled the collar, and walked over to the person who put it on her in the first place. “Naughty dogs need to be leashed~”


Wendy couldn’t do much to protest, and nor did she want to, as the collar was secured around her neck and pulled tightly, almost choking her. She hung her head down; she couldn’t even look into Sarah’s eyes after the humiliation, and this was just the cherry on top. After the collar was secured, a chain leash grew out of it, which ended in a handle that the human was already holding firmly onto, flashing a cheeky smile at her new pet.


“Isn’t it great not having any consequences to your actions?” She teased as she dragged the naked moth along on all fours, as if they were taking a walk in the vast, empty white universe of the simulation. “When I get bored of you, I’ll just get out of the simulation and wipe your memory. If I can’t, I’ll just manipulate you into believing that it was just a terrible bug that turned me violent… I mean, what proof do you have against me? Your most timid, most gentle assistant~?”


The “pet” didn’t say anything. She wasn’t sure if she was denied the option to speak, or if her body had simply lost the willpower to produce words, but her mouth could not produce speech anymore. Not that there was anything to say in the first place anyway.