Any other changes are not immediately apparent.

Tobias made his way to one of the two chairs in the room and slumped down onto the seat, his inflated wang flopping between his legs. Every time he had sex with S4M-ARA, the gynoid managed to drain his strength completely with the intensity of the sensations. It blew every other time Tobias had been with a woman clear out of the water. Watching as the sexbot rose from where she had been sitting on the bed, Tobias caught his breath and simply enjoyed the way S4M-ARA moved - obviously stiff and robotic, but simultaneously sensual and designed to swing her silicone hips from side to side, slowly deflating breasts wobbling gently even though the shock absorbers that gave S4M-ARA's feet a high-heeled look compressed with the gynoid's every step.

As S4M-ARA bent over at the waist to clean her face plate and silicone boobs, she gave Tobias a marvelous view of her backside, the smooth rubber running down the top of her thighs until it disappeared under the segmented metal a few inches below her ass. The sexbot's snatch was on full display and angled directly towards Tobias - certainly not an accident, although all his expanded shaft managed was a weak twitch. S4M-ARA had milked him well and truly dry. Still, Tobias couldn't help but smile as he regarded his silicone-and-metal girlfriend getting cleaned up, vocoder crackling as she began to speak.

"This unit hopes that you are satisfied with her performance, superuser Tobias." Turning around after drying herself off, S4M-ARA fixed the unblinking stare of her blue optics on Tobias, faceplate reconfiguring into a smile that somehow managed to look warm despite being made from cold steel and silicone. "Is there anything else you would like to do, your work schedule permitting? This unit possesses various non-carnal subroutines that could be employed."

"I'd love to, S4M, but I really need to get to fixing the sinks on 4C," Tobias replied as he pulled up his coveralls, stepping over to where S4M-ARA was standing and smiling, head moving to the whirring of servos to keep her sight fixed on her lover. "I'll see you as soon as I can, yeah?"

"This unit would be delighted," S4M-ARA vocoded as she raised one metal hand to pull Tobias down and into a quickly deepening kiss, her silicone lips feeling artificial and yet soft and warm. "Now, this unit will leave you to your duties while she performs some tasks that are required for a timely release from the hospital."

"Got it, S4M." One more quick peck on S4M-ARA's lips, and Tobias made his way out of the room, backwards so he could wave at his gynoid girlfriend and catch the kiss she blew his way.

Dr Pershing had locked himself in his office, hanging a Do Not Disturb sign on his door and citing a need to catch up on paperwork to the nurse that had asked him about it. The truth was far from that; instead, the doctor had opened both his lab coat and his dress shirt, pants down around his ankles and his right wrapped around his cat-like shaft, swift little pumps stimulating the barb-like nodules studding its surface. Dr Pershing's left was squeezing and pulling on one of his middle right breasts, the lust coursing through him having him bite his lower lip to suppress the moans threatening to slip out.

Both Dr Pershing's lips and his breasts had plumped up, the latter more significantly than the former. Eight nipples now buzzed with pleasure on what had become palm-filling little mounds, far larger than the tiny teats Dr Pershing had grown after his first time with Phoebe, the heteromorph that had become his lover and the reason for the continued changes. But he found himself entirely unable to resist her alien allure time and again, and every time they kissed, every time he filled Phoebe's tight pussy, Dr Pershing found himself changing, little by little.

By now, his libido was on a hair trigger. It was enough to see a pair of shapely buttocks or beautiful breasts or even the powerful biceps of the orderlies for Dr Pershing's many nipples to grow erect and rub against his shirt, setting off a spiral that inevitably ended with him locked inside his office for some frantic masturbation or, if it happened late enough, balls-deep inside Phoebe.

As it was the middle of the day, Dr Pershing had to resort to vigorous self-pleasure, panting breaths escaping through his nose as he felt his cat dick throb in his grasp, every last one of his eight breasts jiggling as his hand sped up to a blur. The sensations were so intense that Dr Pershing didn't need anything else, no videos, images, or stories, in fact, it would have been hard to focus on any of these.

Pinching the nipple of his lowest left breast, Dr Pershing did a sharp intake of breath, shaft straining in his hand. With his entire front covered in titflesh already, there was way too much ground to cover to stimulate everything, but even so, the cat morph was in bliss, face flush and eyes barely focused as he felt his nuts clench and cum bubble up inside his bestial member.

Panting and groaning, Dr Pershing grabbed a beaker standing ready on his desk and bent his shaft forwards, rope after rope of jizz splattering into the glass container. Mr Samara, now S4M-ARA, had profited greatly from the sample Dr Pershing had derived from his own juices, and there were other patients in the hospital that would benefit from a similar treatment.

After all, Dr Pershing was working on borrowed time, the heteromorph doctor knew as he saw the reflection of his flushed face in the mirror, the subtle changes to chin, cheeks and lips, the slightly pointy ears, changes that would only become more visible with time.