An (A)rousing Success for Cara

You slowly yet surely walk barefoot down the immaculately clean stairs towards the dining room you had ate in the night before, glowing tiles illuminating your path and making sure you don't accidentally go the wrong way. Your trying to wrap your head about what's happening as you walk, but your train of thought is routinely interrupted by the two large mounds attached to your chest. You had never had fake breasts, or anything of that sort before this morning, so naturally your center of gravity was off. Whatever weird lotion Cara had covered you in wasn't helpful either, because everything was sensitive as hell, even to the slightest touch. Every so often your thighs would unintentionally rub together, causing a shiver to run down your spine, and another throbbing reminder that your penis was still caged up.

"Why did I have to wear that ridiculously small chastity cage to bed last night?!" You thought to yourself bitterly, almost running into the dining room chair. You weren't normally this out of it, but this was far from an ordinary situation.

Cara had noticed your general lack of balance. She didn't associate it with your new breasts, since every women should know how to walk with breasts. Instead, she decided it must be because your not yet wearing shoes. She rapidly synthesized a new pair of what she deemed appropriate sneakers for you, based off of your stated Clothing Preferences in the User Profile, of course.

"Tracer, I am currently synthesizing new footwear to assist in your stability. I would like you to wear them upon their arrival." Cara says in a monotone voice. It sounded more like a statement than a suggestion.

"Yeah, yeah, sure, whatever. My name isn't Tracer by the way, you stupid machine." You say with mild annoyance, muttering the last bit to yourself. You sit down at the dining table and look down a bit, only to be surprised by your new breasts yet again. God this is going to be annoying, you think to yourself while waiting for the pair of shoes to arrive. Although you don't know exactly what Cara is going to bring you, she said it will help with your "stability" so you'll take whatever you can get.

"Incorrect. Your User Profile states your name is "Lena Oxton", nicknamed "Tracer". Would you prefer I call you by your legal name rather than your nickname?" Cara says in a factual yet thoughtful tone. You couldn't believe this. Apparently this robot actually thought you were that girl from the videogame you played last night! You were about to ask her to show you your User Profile, but were interrupted by her informing you your socks and shoes were finished synthesizing.

Apparently agreeing to try on the new shoes and socks also meant you agreed to let Cara put them on for you, because that's exactly what she did. Two robotic arms each grabbed both of your ankles, holding them still. Next, a pair of thin, orange, thigh high socks were delicately snaked up your sensitive legs. Finally, a pair of three inch wedge heeled sneakers were rapidly laced onto your feet. The socks were orange, with white stripes to complement your orange volleyball shorts. Your heeled sneakers were also orange.

Due to your fake breasts obscuring your vision, your unable to see your shoes have a heel to them. As you stand up from the dining room chair, you nearly fall on your face. You get a better view of your legs and feet, and are promptly rather frustrated and horny.

"I can't wear these!" I say angrily to Cara, steadying yourself to the dining room table so your don't have as much of a risk of falling over. The only times you had ever worn heels of any kind was during your teen years when you tried out a bit of crossdressing using your mothers clothes during the rare times you had the house to yourself.

"I can understand your thought process regarding the thigh high socks. Would you like me to synthesis a garter belt to assist in holding them up?" Cara says in a thoughtful manner, completely missing why you were actually mad.

"Wha-.. I... No!... Just get me some damn food..." You sputter out in defeat. Its difficult to argue with a machine, much less one that's glitched out like all hell. At this point you just want to satisfy your hunger, as well as another kind of hunger that is throbbing down below in your volleyball shorts...

"Affirmative, Tracer. Before I may present you with your breakfast, please consume the vitamins I will present to you momentarily." Cara states. You expected her to place a few of those medical gummies you and your siblings had to eat before bed as kids, but instead four pills are placed on the table. Three of them are white, while one of them is pink. Your stomach growls as you consume the pills, wanting to actually eat breakfast.

Upon fully swallowing all four pills, a plate with one poached egg, a biscuit and a small cup of tea with a pink hue to it is presented on the table. You begin scarfing down the relatively small amount of food while Cara silently begins checking off a list of medications. The three white pills were various boosted estrogen pills, while the forth pink one was a custom made **** by Cara named "VitaFem". Is is essentially a very potent female Viagra that lasts for 8-10 hours. Due to Cara associating pleasure with happiness, what better way to "cure" you of your "depression" than to keep you horny all the time?

After finishing your small meal and being denied a second portion by Cara due to you apparently being on a "diet", you begin to realize your feeling rather hot and bothered. Your penis had been throbbing every so often, mostly due to the tiny chastity cage it was in, but now it was moving into overdrive! You finished off your tea before you begin walking towards your room. Cara stops you and says that you need to begin making your way to the onsite gym for your mandatory exercise, with the white tiles on the floor lighting up leading in the opposite direction of the staircase leading to your bedroom. She says that if you require something from your room, she will retrieve it for you.

You ask her for a small key that you left on your nightstand. After a quick moment of Cara scanning your entire bedroom twice-over, she informs you that there is no key present in your bedroom. Or the entire house, for that matter. This brings you into an aroused panic as you break into a sprint, running as fast as your heeled feet can carry you to your room.

Once you reach your room, you tear it apart look for the key to your chastity cage. Every so often you had fantasized about being locked in permanent chastity, but now that it was actually happening all you could feel was dread. A small wet spot was beginning to form on the crotch of your orange volleyball shorts. At first you had thought you were somehow managing to piss yourself, but then you realized it was actually precum.

Your head is foggy with frustration, both normal and sexual. Noticing your agitated behavior, Cara takes this as a large bout of depression. She quickly restrains you to your bed, making you unable to move or even touch your caged penis. She puts something hard yet squishy in the palms of both of your hands and tells you to squeeze them as if they were stress toys. You realize pretty quickly they are actually two photo-realistic dildos, and despite your best efforts are unable to let go of them due to Cara's efforts.

You begin to feel dizzy as all of your bodily senses are beginning to overwhelm you. Your skin is so sensitive and your clothes are so tight. You can feel the unnatural weight of the two fake C-Cup breasts, held onto your chest tightly by the lacy bra. The makeup on your face makes it feel just that little bit heavier. Your penis is no longer throbbing in its chastity cage, its pounding. Your constantly oozing precum as you begin to hyperventilate and squeeze the two dildos for real.

You black out, with the last thought on your mind being sex.

When you awaken, your greeted by the soft voice of Cara informing you that its time for your workout...

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Authors Note: I've never really written a story like this, or really a story in general. Please tell me if I'm doing it right or if its bad in the comments! Feedback is really appreciated, and suggestions on where the story is taken are equally enjoyed!