TBD

So, you didn’t order a shemale. Or a futa, or anything.

You were driving home late one night. It had been raining and there was a light fog. You saw a car that had ran into a tree and rather than call 911, you pulled over to take a look yourself.

Nothing was on fire, and the car obviously didn’t hit at full speed since it was still running. You see the driver passed out at the wheel, so you knock on the window. No response.

Looking around, you grab a large stone and smash in the window. You reach in and turn off the car, just in case, before slapping the man on the cheek. Luckily, he awakens with a start. The look on his face shows he isn’t surprised by his situation.

“The…shot…” he looks around groggily.

You see a small box at his feet, so you open the door to grab it. “I’ve got it. It was stuck under the brake pedal.”

“Can you…” he looks to his arm.

You nod and open the box to see some sci-fi looking injection device loaded with fluid. You put it up to his arm and press the only button on it and the liquid is gone with a hiss. He immediately seems fully alert.

“Thank you! You saved my life! I don’t know what happened that I would forget to take my injection, but all’s well that ends well! My name is Mortimer. I’m the robotics director at Cockbot Inc.”

“You’re welcome, Mortimer. I just happened to come by at the right moment. What was in that injection? It seemed like more than insulin…”

“Right you are! I, uh, dipped my toes in the pool, so to speak, on our first gen bots. The chems had too much testosterone and well…” he looks down, and it’s then you notice his third pant leg. “It burns too many calories unless I take my injection. I could die. Like I almost did if not for you! What can I do to repay your kindness? I could give you any shemale or futa bot you want with all the latest features? Or pick a few, if that’s your thing. No judgements here, trust me!”

“N-no thanks. I’m not- I’m good, thank you! I’m just glad you are safe!” You blush at his offer.

“I see, that’s quite alright if you don’t want to admit your fetishes. I’m jaded since I work with them every day. Cock design is very important. Anyways, take my card in case you change your mind! I’m just a phone call away!”

After that, Mortimer started his engine and after seeing he was able to drive it still, waved and took off in his car.

But that wasn’t the end of it. It was just the beginning.