You arrive to a quiet supper and early night

When you get home you're mentally, sexually and physically exhausted. It's been a full day and Cerve needs to convince you to delay laying down long enough to eat a quick chicken salad with the justification that you need the nutrients to help your changing body grow. She heavily implied it was necessary to get your own pair of breasts and you were easily convinced.

After quickly munching down the healthy meal you march up the stairs and change into the silky night gown the AI had left out for you. You lay on the soft bed and once again enjoy the cool fabric on your smooth skin. You think over events of the day.

The blowjob lesson and revelation that you're now permanently a cum lover. Even now you feel a mild craving of an itch that a only serving a man and extracting his cream could scratch. It pleases the blossoming submissive side of you that devoting yourself fully to the pleasure of others can make you feel so good.

Speaking of others, your mind turns to Cerve. Your relationship had been inverted. You hadn't exactly considered yourself her master but you did create her and her purpose was to help you. A purpose that remained but there was something about getting ass fucked into a puddle of your own watery jism by her that irreversibly reoriented your relationship. It was that period after you had cum from the merciless assault on your prostate, where Cerve continued to use you as a cock sleeve even after you were totally spent, that was on your mind as you drifted off to sleep.

Your dreams are vague and nonvisual. You feel naked embrace after naked embrace, close skin to skin contact. As your nipples contact these anonymous bodies you feel unfamiliar sensations. Each collision adding heft to the feelings.