The Phone Call (slight modifications) (straight)
You listen to the foreign dial tone. You know this is stupid. It’s quite impossible!
This is some sort of scam. What else could it be? They will charge you the money then send some sort of action figure or something. This is going to cause trouble you are sure of it. You shouldn’t use your moms’ credit card for this either. Maybe you can tell her it was stolen. This is a scam.
“Hello sir” An attractive sounding voice declares. You picture an attractive woman. But then you remember that a lot of fat girls work on their voices in lieu of anything else. Whereas actual attractive girls have no such motivation.
“I assure you sir I am quite slim and fetching. In fact I look exactly like the woman in our advertisement. The one you hid so you could masturbate to it later.” Her voice is professional but you are not sure how to react. They must have some script that they read to every caller. Probably all their customers fit the same profile.
“What?” you ask.
“Lets get to business sir. Tell me what would you do to a really fantastic, gorgeous slut?” She demands.
“What? Wait a minute- is this a phone sex line?!?”
“Not at all sir.”
“It is isn’t it? Of course you are charging money to this phone!”
“That is not or business sir. Please calm down. You only have two hours until your mother gets home and your aunt could arrive at any time.”
You certainly are worried about getting caught…
“Sir, please take advantage of this once in a lifetime opportunity. I assure you it is entirely real. You will absolutely kick yourself later if you don’t get your cock inside one of our sluts.” She says without missing a beat. This script they are on is damn weird. Is every other caller exactly like you?
“Uh, ok. Thanks, yeah. What should I do?”
“Sir, start by telling me which cartoon female you are interested in.”
“Ok. How about that girl, Nova?” you ask.
“I know who you mean sir but that character has all but been forgotten. Try someone extremely popular. Someone who is on the minds of many boys and men.” You are taking to long. You know it. But you can’t seem to think.
“How about Tsunade from The Naruto anime sir?” The phone woman prompts you.
“Do a lot of people get that one?” You skeptically ask.
“No sir, but I suggest you do.”
“She seems hot but also kind of dumpy like she is hunched over and she has little arms like some sort of half-dwarf or something.”
“Your model can be customized sir to have longer leaner limbs, better posture, and guaranteed smooth and perfectly tight pussy. Of course she will still have the endowment of fertile mother tits.” She says and you cannot believe your ears. You look at the phone.
“Uh, yeah. Ok. Thanks.” You offer.
“What other customization can we offer for your enjoyment today?”
“Wha… what do you have?”
“Lactation, functional womb, realistic pain response, realistic pleasure response, highly resilient anus, sweet pheromones, perfect skin, realistic skin –“
“-Ill take everything.” You burst out.
“Very good sir. The skin is an either/or option so we will just set you up with perfect…
Will your sluts milk have any special properties sir?”
“I don’t”
“Vitamins, minerals, energy supplements, human hormones, human immune boosters, cure all ailments-“
“Ill go ahead and take the cure all.” You say.
“Yes sir. And the vitamin pack?”
“uh sure.”
“Instantly recover a full erection at will after an orgasm?”
“ok…”
“Almost done sir you are doing very well and I thank you for your patience. Will your slut have any super powers as in the cartoon?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Super strength, summon mollusks…”
“No, no… I don’t”
“Nothing at all sir.”
“I don’t see how this could possibly work, but fine I’ll play along. She should be able to make copies of herself. And she should be able to hypnotize other women.”
“Do you mean hypnotize other ‘sluts’ sir?”
“I guess so.”
“I am obligated to tell you that the copies will not constitute extra Robo Sluts as there is a one per customer limit, offer good only while supplies last. These copies will be hard light holograms which seem like the real thing but cannot offer the ‘real womb tm’ or ‘mothers milk tm’.”
“Ok.”
“Thank you again for your patience sir. We are almost finished. I just want you to know that everyone here at Robosluts enterprises is glad to have you as a customer. And that this call is being recorded and is the sole property of Robosluts enterprises. Also, sir, should your Robo slut perform within every single parameter as agreed upon in this verbal agreement then the caller may be called upon in live or in death to perform dangerous and illegal or immoral tasks for the callee.”
Legal stuff is so stupid. What’s the point of it?
“Now sir would you like to have a different voice on your slut?”
“I don’t know.”
“Tsunade is voiced rather ungracefully both in English and Japanese. We can substitute any voice you know of sir.”
“Really. Wait, how about your voice?”
“Understood sir, its done. Is there anything else?”
“Ha, I don’t know did we miss anything?” You joke. But the phone operator says nothing.
“You know if I’m going to be buying a Tsunade, I should probably be Naruto. Like I should turn into Naruto.” You announce.
“That will be an extra $13.99 sir.”
“Really, what do you mean though? What costs extra?”
“The age regression ray with built in anime filter. Do you wish your form to be exactly like Naruto?”
“I … guess so.”
“Including the incredibly small penis?”
“Wait. What? No. I guess I would keep the same penis.”
“…and the stretched out ball sack sir?”
“Uh no that should be like, like just enough room for my, you know my same, to function.”
“Alright sir, expect a prompt delivery.” And she hung up
This makes no sense. They didn’t ask for a credit card. It was the phone. They just had to keep you on long enough to charge you. Why did you do that?
Are they really going to deliver something? You pace around. You should chill out. Maybe watch TV. Maybe you should apply for a new job. Maybe eat something.
After a while, the doorbell rings. Your mom or aunt wouldn’t ring the doorbell.
You throw open the door. There are two women in workpants and caps. If you didn’t know better you would think they seemed almost identical.
They wheel in a giant stainless steel refrigerator. At least that’s what it looks like. They are attractive and you try to make small talk but they place the giant box in the center of the living room and dash out the door.
You take a moment and close all the windows and blinds. You pull open the doors of the box. Inside pressed into some kind of cushion there naked is a tall Amazon like woman! There are no instructions anywhere and as you look for some (while also averting your gaze from the huge breasts on the Amazon) you see a ray gun pressed into the inside of one of the doors in the same way the Amazon is pressed into the fridge.
The ray gun has no triggers or buttons. In frustration you pace around and begin talking to yourself. Eventually you say something like.
“How is this thing supposed to turn me into Naruto?”
Even though it is not even pointed at you a glowing aura emits from it. The next thing you know you have dropped it you look around. You cannot find it now at all. Then you notice you are naked and you have completely reverted to a younger form. Your hair seems to be black and composed of triangular shapes.
“Naruto! Why are we naked? What is happening here?” Says a voice like the woman’s on the phone if she was voice acting for Tsunade.
You cannot believe it. This is usually the part where you wake up and wished you hadn’t.
Tsunade stands naked, tall and proud in front of the ‘fridge’. You begin to circle around her looking her up and down. Your cock quickly stands up straight and truer then ever before.
“God what a fucking slut. You like being naked in front of me slut? You are gonna get fucked so hard you wont even be able to handle it.” You whisper as you circle around her. Not quite daring to speak louder.
“Naruto, what are you saying? Why are you looking at me that way?”
“I, I notice you have not tried to cover yourself at all.” You manage, still circling. Without thinking you grasp the base of your now engorged member.
“Why should I? I am of the Hokage, I do not scramble around like a squirrel just because a moment of adversity presents itself.”
“Go ahead and cup your tits and present them to me.” You ask, your heart racing so fast that your entire chest might explode from the force of it.
“I certainly will not-“ She stops in midsentence as her elbows bend and her hands rise up. She pushes her breasts slightly together. She bends forward slightly so her cleavage is lower and therefore closer to your line of sight.
“Is this some strange and villainous jitsu? Am I taller? And what is that stick in your hand?” Her face turns red as she realizes what it is.
“This ‘stick’ is your god now and you are going to start worshipping it right this second.” You yell now confident that she is in your control. She doesn’t seem capable of taking her eyes off your cock.
“How dare you suggest...” She says weakly.
“Worship… it?”
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