>definetly not the crisis you're about to have

"Hm?" Heinrich seems confused, "What makes you say it like that, Strawberry?"

"Because you're little science project worked out. I'm just what you said I'd be... a utility, and I'm doing my job perfectly, aren't I?" You stand up and pace around the room.

"Well... you seemed to be having a good time from what I saw."

"I was! That's what I hate! I don't... I don't even know what I used to look like. I know I didn't have these giant fucking tits, or- or this slutty make-up. I know I had a dick, not this pussy you've given me. Not this asshole either. No, my old asshole didn't make me wanna cum to the touch! I mean look at me! There's strawberry milkshake leaking out of my nipples right now!"

Heinrich gives you a look of sadness.

"Come on Heinrich. Do you even know who I was before this? Or did they just drop me off and say 'Have fun'?"

"Strawberry, you know I'm just following requests..."

"Was I at least a homeless guy or something? Someone who wasn't doing anything for society? Was I an addict? I could've been addicted to booze or heroin, but I know for a fact I wasn't addicted to drinking cum! What even am I at this point? My humanity is gone-"

"You're helping your country! You're preventing a war."

"Oh that's right, I'm just a tool. Just like you said. Not even a cool weapon or anything, just some kind of living pocket pussy."

You sit back down and put your head in your hands.

"I was probably minding my own business, and if you told me that in 4 days I'd be getting my pussy pounded, I'd be like "I have a dick what are you talking about?" You say, calming down but still angry.

You look Heinrich in the eyes and continue your rant, "I got pinned against a wall and had my massive fucking udders used like a pussy. Oh yeah, and then they were a milk cartoon for when he got thirsty, and then they were a milkshake mixer for desert, because apparently I'm the swiss-fucking-army knife of sex toys."

"You seem to be suddenly stressed..." Heinrich says, "I understand you're in some kind of panic state, but just think about how good you've been getting to feel all day. That's a gift, Strawberry. A gift that I'm sure some people would even pay money for."

"Oh yeah then why didn't you get those guys? Could you not find any volunteers? I wonder why." You say sarcastically.

"No, you're just a very hard type of person to find." He says.

"Whys that? What about me makes you look and me and be like 'Oh yeah, that guy could use a good fuckin.'?"

"I can't tell you subject, it's dangerous information."

"You know the worst part?" You say, standing back up. "I don't know if this is intentional on your part or not... but I don't even like dudes! I'm still straight! But because of this stupid body, and all of it's stupid pleasure, there's nothing I can do when..."

You pause, breathing heavily.

You can still feel the throbbing. The unsatisfied feeling of not being stimulated.

"...when having a big cock inside of me feels so... good."

You lay back down onto the bed and curl up into ball.

Heinrich stands uncomfortably.

He gives you a moment before trying to help.