Taking it to the next step

They didn’t stop to discuss it.

Jacob kept fucking him from behind with the same eager, uneven rhythm—long cock driving in too deep, hips snapping without any real control. Every careless thrust shoved David forward onto Steve’s thick cock, forcing another wet gag out of him. Spit ran down his chin in strings. His new tits swayed hard with every impact.

Steve held David’s head steady with one hand, calm and precise, feeding him only what he wanted to give. When Jacob’s next messy stroke pushed too far, Steve simply adjusted, pulling back just enough so David could still breathe between the thick inches stretching his jaw. Calculated. Patient. Like he was using the inventor’s mouth for exactly as long as it pleased him.

David tried to keep talking.

He failed.

“Note the—hhk—concurrent stimulation of both—mmph—”

Jacob slammed in harder, excited and sloppy, and the sentence died in a choked, slutty sound that belonged to the borrowed body far more than to him. The new pussy clenched and fluttered around the long cock, dripping down Jacob’s balls with every thrust. David’s soft hands braced against Steve’s thighs, not pushing away, just holding on.

The glitches started small.

For a second the Alexa cadence slipped back into his voice—“Temperature rising, elevated heart rate—” before it melted into a needy moan. His hips, which had still been trying to stay clinical, began rolling back to meet Jacob’s thrusts on their own. The host body’s instincts kept rising: lips sealing tighter around Steve’s cock, tongue working, throat relaxing even when Jacob’s careless rhythm made him choke.

Steve noticed. He gave a low, almost approving hum and pushed a little deeper, thick head resting heavy on David’s tongue. “There he is.”

Jacob was past noticing anything except how wet and tight it felt. He fucked faster, haphazard strokes turning short and frantic, chasing the feeling without any finesse. “Dad—fuck, I’m gonna—”

Steve’s grip on David’s hair tightened just enough to keep him in place. He never sped up. He simply fucked David’s mouth in those same steady, deliberate strokes until his own breathing finally deepened.

They came almost on top of each other.

Jacob buried himself deep with a broken groan and spilled inside the new pussy in long, messy pulses, hips still jerking without control. Steve pulled out at the last second, calm even in climax, and stroked thick ropes of cum across David’s tongue, lips, and up over one cheek.

David stayed on his hands and knees between them, dress shoved up, thighs wet, cum dripping from both ends. His new body trembled. For a moment the inventor surfaced again—eyes wide, horrified, aroused, trying to speak—but the only sound that came out was a soft, dazed little noise that sounded nothing like Pastor Mason.

The lights flickered.

Somewhere in the walls, Alexa glitched hard, voice overlapping itself in a broken loop of weather reports and porn titles before cutting to static.

David’s fingers flexed against the floor.

He was still inside the suit.

He just wasn’t sure how much of him was left at the wheel.