COMMISSION HYPNOTOAD RACHAEL IN THE MALL
Just another day at the mall for Rachael, a Jackal, until a swarm of helmet machines come to reprogram all the females at the mall.
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Description: Just another day at the mall for Rachael, a Jackal, until a swarm of helmet machines come to reprogram all the females at the mall.
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Rachael, a Jackal of impressive dimensions for sure, had a little tiny purse clasped in her hand, swinging it merry-go-lucky. This was one hell of a shopping trip, for sure. Behind her was Eric, her boyfriend, sweating harshly, struggling with incalculable amounts of square bags, boxes, up and over his head. It was amazing he hadn’t tripped yet, but the day was still young.
Rachael strutted her stuff, swaying her fat ole ass to and fro hypnotically, those meaty muffins clenched tight by constrictive pants, spilling out from over the waistband. Her beanbag chair sized breasts mimicked the same unusually proportional of her ass wedged by jeans. The white tube top was no match for her breasts and wanted to just ooze right on out of the clothing. Her stomach was bare and exposed and sensually slender despite the massive mounds jutting from front and back of her body.
There was a crash. It was startling. Everybody in the mall looked to where it came from. Even Eric. And those poor, poor loads of boxes and bags.
The day was, indeed, young, and he finally took his tumble. It was as painful and comedic as one would think. The top of one of the boxes flipping end over end in the air before landing square on his head.
Glass shards scattered and shattered on the ground. The massive skylight in the center of the mall was no more. A silver sphere dropped inside the mall. Then another. And another.
They swiveled in typical sci-fi fashion until they obtained their destination, they objective.
One shot to an impressively busty polar bear. It slipped open and closed, chomping on the females head. Her powerful hands tried to pry it off. It was odd to see a busty polar bear with a chrome-silver sphere for a head, but here she was.
After a moment of struggling, her resistance waned like a whimper and then it was gone entirely. She just stood there, no movement, no nothing. Just standing. Patient.
Of course, there was a plentiful amount of spheres and they each sought a host. Rachael let out a scream and bolted. A creature as magificient and magestic as Rachael was never meant for running, or rather, was meant only to run when being recorded for some perverts wildest dreams, because her assets wobbled and bounced wildly. Each little jiggle caused a ripple effect of equally increasing waves. While her assets were elastic, her outfit distinctly was not, and with each hurried step, her outfit threatened to just burst from her sensual body. The tube top couldn’t handle the constant up and down of those bean bag breasts, her jeans wanted to slip off and expose the last shred remaining of her massive ass.
But the orb was much faster in flight then her feet and found her head with sure pinpoint accuracy. It went to encompass her head, causing Rachael to slow her roll down and bring her hands straight under that circular sphere to pry it off her, to prevent it from snugging right onto her head.
Her struggles were wild, feral, frantic, terrified, and real. She stopped running, least she tip right on over, and tried to remove the thing with vigor and ferocious strength that welled deep inside a person struggling to survive.
But her efforts were for not for the sci-fi chrome sphere was just too dead set on its destination.
It snapped shut right on over her head, imprisoning her. It was dark. It was cold. It was terrifying. Rachael didn’t stop her relentless struggle though, even though the smooth curved surface offered no leverage, or friction or grip to which to aid in her desperate attempt to dislodge the object that engulfed and swallowed her entire head. Imprisoning it.
Rachael could hear the empty sobering unsteady gasping breaths. It was unnerving.
That was when the light show began. It was a rainbow of colors, so many colors that she could barely keep up with them. They were straight and solid at first, shooting like ribbons and strips along the insides of the steel prison. But they started to merge together, different hues melted into each other.
It was a spectatular light show. It was very soothing and visually stimulating. It was transfixing.
Enthralling.
Hypnotic even.
Her breath became more steady. More calmed. It was tranquil.
Rachael’s hands went limp, collapsing to her sides. Her hands folded over her belly, gently touching against her exposed naked flesh – down, down, her digit teasing against her belly button, slipping inside without a care in the world.
It wasn’t because it felt sensation, though it did indeed, it was because it just felt right to play with her belly button, to dig into that indentation.
The light show continued to erupt … and she continued to keep her eyes glued right on open to trace the patterns and swirls being made.
She had no idea what it was doing to her, nor why she was so transfixed, but what she did know was that she didn’t much care for dick anymore. The very thought of it was somewhat revolving, well, at first, but after a few moments of calmly basking in that flickering design, dicks became absolutely revolving.
And she started to crave females. The way they touched, the soft, tender, ginger, feminine way they would appreciate her body. It took a woman to know a woman. A man would stomp around like a bull in a china shop, not knowing what to do, and assuming he knew exactly what to do.
But another woman. They would appreciate her bean-bag melons, her fat sensual derriere, the curves of her body. They didn’t need a road map or verbal instructions to find the G-spot, the clit, nor to discover and unlock the hidden mysterious of the pussy.
As the strobing colors continued to circulate and flash, Rachael realized with unbridled certainty that she would never allow another man to touch her precious temple, she was meant for females…
Like that seriously sexy Polar Bear.