Tracer, duh!

As you open up Rule34, you try and figure out what to watch. You eventually decide on that British girl from the game you played earlier. Almost forgetting what her actual name was, you begin scrolling through a surprising amount of "artwork" regarding the fictional women. You eventually find a good one where she's being held in the full-nelson position and being railed hard.

You hate to admit it, but due to your feminine stature as well as your rather small member, you've become accustomed to imagining yourself in the role of the female when watching porn. You'll admit, you get just a bit weird when it comes to masturbating. And when it comes to trying to imagine yourself in the role of the female, you find it a lot easier to try and act like your actually the women. As you begin nearing the edge, you quickly become verbal to fully immerse yourself in the scenario.

"Yeah fuck me harder... yeah... I'm... I'm Tracer! Yeah oh f-..." You say through embarrassingly girlish moans as you cum. Your performance wasn't exactly Oscar worthy, nor was your British accent. But it definitely turned you on more than you've ever been turned on before.

After a little while of closing your eyes and laying in the chair idly, you look down and notice you've managed to cum on not only your underwear, but also your pants and even a bit of your shirt. Pondering what to do about this situation, Cara suddenly speaks up.

"Avery, would you like me to take your clothes away for cleaning and supply you with a bathrobe to sleep in?" Cara says in a calming voice, scaring the ever loving shit out of you. You sheepishly say yes and hand over your clothes to a robotic arm. You then use a few tissues you had kept on standby beforehand to clean yourself up, and have another robotic arm dispose of those.

As you look down at your member, you ask Cara if you could please have your third bag, saying that it should be the most empty one. Cara states that all bags given to her when you first arrives were sent to storage and processed, meaning they got emptied and sorted. She says that if you want an item you can ask her for the specific object. After blushing profusely, you ask Cara for a small, pink metal object that came with a key. After a few moments of wanting to die, you watch as a robotic arm extends out of the wall, holding an incredibly small, pink chastity cage as well as a key.

You've always been into the idea of your penis being caged up, and hate to admit it but you love the feeling. You carefully lock the cage on and set the key on a nightstand next to your bed. You'll almost definitely take the cage off in the morning, its small and morning wood will be a bitch. But for now, you enjoy the feeling of your penis straining against the metal which is slowly warming up due to your body heat. As you stand there, Cara notifies you that she has finished synthesizing you a new bathrobe.

The bathrobe your supplied with is one of a more feminine variety. Upon questioning Cara about this, she states that it was simply the quickest design she could find for your size and body shape. She offers to create a new one, but you turn down her offer. Despite the fact she's a robot who's job is to take care of you, you still don't want to be a bother.

As Cara assists you in putting the robe on, it feels tight and doesn't exactly do your not-so-manly curves any justice. You had never really been able to gain any muscle, and everything you ate just somehow managed to go to your hips and thighs. It is definitely soft though, and as you get snuggled in underneath a preheated blanket, you fall asleep as you listen to the rain pitter patter against one of the roof of your new home...

Later that night, however, an ominous lighting bolt crashes into the side of the house...