Meganman Legends Ona TF

 

 

The last Reaverbot hit the floor with a clang, smouldering as Rock Volnutt surveyed his surroundings. This ruin had led to him to this room, but the cold concrete betrayed nothing.

 

"Roll, there's nothing down here!" Rock said into the radio. Roll's voice crackled in response. "Perhaps someone's already been down here? Try one more look around, Rock. I'm sure there must be something."

 

"I'll try." Rock responded. He sighed and looked closely at the walls. He stopped, noticing a crack in the wall. Deciding to check it out, Rock went to the hole and stuck his hand inside. His fingers brushed against something metallic inside. Grasping it, he pulled it out of the crack. It appeared to be some sort of weapon or projector, painted a flaking blue.

 

"Roll, I've found something!" he said, excitedly. "That's great, Rock!" his spotter's voice thick with static from interference, "Now hurry back to the Flutter so we can get out of here!"

 

Rock nodded to himself and began to run back through the ruined facility.

 

Back on the Flutter, Rock presented Roll with the find.

 

"Do you know what this is?" Rock asked? "No" the young woman replied, "but I'll run it through a few tests to see what it does. It looks like it could be a weapon, Rock!" She placed it on her workbench and started to examine it.  "We've got some time left until we return to Kattelox Island, so hopefully I'll figure it out before we get there."

 

"That's great! I'll leave you to it." he said, turning to leave. Rock sighed as the door closed behind him. Recently, Roll only ever paid any attention to him when he found some new artefact or discovery. Added to this was Rock's inability to tell Roll how he truly felt about her, his love and his lust. "Well, it's only natural," thought Rock, "ever since Gramps left, we've been alone together and she's the only girl who's around." Thinking about Roll's lithe body produced a familiar pressure in his crotch. Looking shifty, Rock hurried to his cabin and locked the door.

 

Meanwhile, back in Roll's room, she was tinkering with the device, currently attached to a vice on her workbench. 'Hmm, if I'm not mistaken, this is some sort of molecule re-arranger. Perhaps I can use it make something that Rock can use."

 

As she said this, she heard a familiar rhythmic noise from Rock's room. Recognising it immediately, Roll blushed. She felt strongly towards Rock too and wished Rock would ask her to come to bed with him. Her blush deepened as she felt her nether tingle and moisten at the thought of Rock's penis. She knew he had one, despite his body and wondered how it would feel inside her. A gloved hand crept down to her crotch and started to rub it, gently. Roll stifled a cry and began to knead her hand into her womanhood.

 

She worked herself up more and more, before being unable to bear it, unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down, exposing her pussy. She worked her fingers into herself, groaning at the pleasure. Feeling weak at the knees, Roll sat on her workbench pumping her fingers in and out of her, covering them with her fluids as her free hands started to grope and rub one of her breasts.

 

 As she approached climax, she wished that Rock would come and make love to her, then she came, trying her hardest not to yell out and fell backwards unto the bench with a thud. Suddenly, the device sprung to life and Roll quickly turned her head to see the muzzle of the device starting to glow.

 

"That's not goo-" is all she managed to say before the device discharged with a loud fizz and projected a beam right onto her. All of a sudden, Roll became immobile and felt herself start to shrink. As she did, her legs and arms began to meld into her body, which was turning red. Her skin started to become transparent and to her shock, did not show muscle, bone and organs, but more translucent plastic. Her face slowly twisted into an unknown pose, feeling like a smile before setting and glancing upwards, she could see she that her hat, while not attached to her, was shrinking as well. Glancing down at her lower body, Roll felt a twinge of horror to see that her vagina was growing as her body was shrinking. Before the last changes finished, she fell into her shirt and jacket and the light was cut off. Finally, in the black, she felt that she could no longer move her eyes.

 

This all took less then five seconds, but to Roll, it felt like a lifetime. Her mind changed too; she was still lucid, but felt a deep itch and emptiness inside her; it was the same as she had felt upon hearing Rock masturbate, but it's intensity was so much greater. So much that she felt that she might scream, were she able to.

 

Then, she heard the door burst open and Rock running,  shouting, "Roll! Are you alright?! Where are you?" Roll tried to respond but she could not move at all. Suddenly, she felt something grab hold of her and pull here into the light. Being turned to face the person who was holding her, she felt both relief at the face of Rock looking down at her and fear at his horrified expression.

 

Rock had been running his hand up and down his penis, imagining Roll riding up and down on him a few moments ago when he heard Roll scream next door, followed by the sound of the device. Thoughts of pleasuring himself pushed aside, Rock charged out his room and into Roll's. Glancing around, he couldn't see Roll; worried, he yelled out: "Roll! Are you alright?! Where are you?"

 

Then he noticed Roll's shorts, boots and her shirt and jacket on the workbench. He reached into the shirt to lift it up and felt something inside. Rock grabbed ahold of it; it was soft and rubbery, covered in bumps, and pulled it out of the shirt. Shocked, he stared at what he had in his hand.

 

It was a naked figure of Roll, made out of bright red, translucent rubber roughly ten inches in length Her arms and legs were missing; where they should have was smooth plastic. Her nipples were large and seemed to be erect ,her face was fixed in a smile, her beaming eyes locked and rendered in red plastic and on her head was her hat, still fabric. However, Rock's horrified face changed into a confused the most distinguishing feature of the figure; her lower body was seemingly a large, immaculately rendered vagina, complete with clitoris. Inadvertently, Rock glanced at the door before turning Roll in his hands to get a better look at the plastic pussy.

 

Roll was startled by the sudden movement and as her view inverted, she silently screamed at Rock to stop messing about and to do something. Then, Rock did do something. Roll would have gasped loudly had she been able to speak as she felt Rock's finger spread her vagina open. The itching and empty feeling, already huge, suddenly amplified and it was all Roll could do to not to let her mind be consumed by the desire for something to fill her.

 

Rock continued to examine the plastic Roll's womanhood, each prod and poke bringing huge pleasure to the altered Roll. Rock had no idea what he was doing however; Roll's plastic face remained unaltered.

 

He talked to himself: "What is this doing in Roll's room? It looks just like her." He looked at the machine, inactive now. "Did the machine make this? Is this Roll?!" he suddenly started, realising what had happened, feeling incredibly embarrassed by his exploration of the toy's opening. "Roll, can you hear me? Speak to me!" he asked the figure. Roll tried again to mentally yell, but not only was she unable to make even a noise, but the desire burning throughout her rubber body was clouding her thoughts; "Rock… please… help me…" she thought, desperately trying to retain her lucidness.

 

"She can't talk…" Rock sighed. Suddenly a thought came to him. "Maybe Data can help with this!" and with Roll in his hands, he rushed to the Common Room.

 

Data was on the table when Rock turned the corner. "Hello Rock! How are things?" he cheerfully chirped. His face and voice changed as he saw Rock's face. "Is something the matter?"

 

"Something's happened to Roll!" Rock cried, presenting the onahole to Data; "I think she's been turned into this!"

 

Data smiled again, "I think I know what caused this! Was she working on a device when this happened?"

 

"Yeah, she was!" answered Rock.

 

"Well then," he said, jumping off the table, "can you show me where it is?"

 

"Sure!" and the two went to Roll's room. Upon entering the room, Data jumped up onto the table and looked at the weapon. "Hmm…" he pondered. Then, a few moments later, he spoke, "This is a molecule rearranger!" he cried happily.

 

"A molecule rearranger?" queried Rock?

 

"So… that's what it… was…" thought Roll, who now felt nothing but lust and Rock's tight grip as his fingers squeezed her soft body.

 

"Yes." replies Data, "It's a attachment for yourself and can rearrange an object's molecular structure into any form!" He looked at Roll's obscene form. "It would seem that the previous user didn't want to buy any new onaholes!"

 

"An onahole? Is that what I've become!", Roll angrily thought, her outrage suppressing the sensation for a moment.

 

"What's an onahole?" Rock asked, confused. Despite his sexual desires, Rock was still ill enlightened on the broader subject of sexual pleasure.

 

Data chirped helpfully, "An Onahole, also called a pocket pussy, flashlight or cocksleeve is a device used to pleasure a male's penis! They're usually made out of soft rubber, latex or something similar. It seems that Roll has been turned into one."

 

Suddenly Roll felt a surge of excitement run through her plastic body, tinged with fear and embarrassment at the mention of the lewd object. If she had been turned into an sex toy, then Rock might decide to use her instead of masturbating! The thought made the odd sensations grow eve more intense and she struggled to stay focused on the conversation.

 

Rock looked troubled. "Is there any way that we can turn her back to normal?" he asked, his voice carrying a note of worry and concern.

 

"It would be simple; you would just need to reset the device!" Data replied.

 

"Then what are we waiting for! Let's go and turn Roll back!" He gestured wildly with the onahole Roll and she slipped out his hand. "AHH!" Rock cried as he chucked himself to the ground, managing to catch Roll before she hit the floor. "Oops, sorry Roll." he apologised.

 

"Oh Rock, you do care about me." she thought to herself. However, Data's answer made her feel cold.

 

"It's not that simple. The device can only work on forms once it's familiar with them." Data cocked his head. "Essentially, it needs to build up a pattern of the object before it can rearrange the molecules!"

 

Rock slumped up into a sitting position, a look of dismay on his face, "So what can we do?"

 

"If we use the device on another carbon, maybe that will produce the pattern needed!" Data twirled as he spoke.  "Once the device has the pattern, it will automatically switch to rearranging molecules to that form!"

 

Shocked, Rock stared at his closest friend's face as she lay in his hand, "So the only way to get Roll back to how she was… is to turn more people into these onahole things?!"

 

Roll was shocked herself, "There's… ha… no… other way?" she thought, between surges of the wave-like sensations that wracked her plastic body and her mind.

 

"Unfortunately no." Data bowed his head, "The only way to get Miss Roll back is to build up a pattern of a carbon. There's also no way to tell how long this will take to do! However, once the pattern is complete, it will be easy to restore anyone transformed back to their old selves."

 

Rock looked hard at the shrunken Roll's red rubber form, her smiling face beaming back at him and gritted his teeth.

 

"Then that's what we've got to do. For Roll's sake."

 

Roll at this stage was barely capable of thoughts beyond a longing to fulfil a purpose. She couldn't tell what this purpose was, but it definitely had something to do with the desire coursing through her small form. Still, she was able to think "No… Rock. Don't…"

 

"After all, we can turn everyone back to normal afterwards, right Data?" Rock fixed the monkey-shaped device with a burning stare.

 

"Absolutely! However," chirped Data,  "In the mean time, it would be a shame for you not to take this opportunity to express your love for Roll!"

 

Rock did a double take, "W-what did you say?"

 

Data cocked his head again: "We cannot do anything for Miss Roll right now; at the same time, I feel she would want to carry out her duties as normal. And the only duty she can perform right now is comforting you when you are sexually excited!"

 

"Isn't that rape? Roll's my friend, practically my sister! I couldn't do this to her!" Rock turned to walk away, but stopped when he heard Data's voice. "She'd probably want you to do it." the monkey said, somewhat temptingly. Rock turned in response. "What do you mean?" he demanded.

 

"While she's in this form, her mind will adjust to it." He gestured at the red pocket pussy, "Roll's a practical woman. In this form, she'll want to do the duty that's set out for her; that being to be used by you. You two love each other, right? So what's wrong with getting some practice with Roll before you both are together again?"

 

Upon hearing this, Roll started to think along these lines, unaware that these thoughts weren't entirely her own, influenced by the sensation that surged through her soft plastic form: "He's right. I have a duty to Rock. As I'm like this, I might as well be the best onahole for him that I can be." Were she still normal, she would be blushing as she thought these words, "It's my duty to hold and comfort his penis, then to contain his cum as he ejaculates into me. As the ship's mechanic and interim captain, I need to help Rock maintain himself! And maybe it will help him focus on the task at hand." She no longer felt horror at other's being tuned into sex toys; instead, the idea of having more sisters felt… right. Her mental pattern seemed to be realigning with that of her physical form as time went on.

 

"If.." Rock stammered, "If Roll thinks it's alright…" he felt a tremble in his groin as the thought of using Roll like this, as a cock sleeve for his manhood, became more and more fixed in his mind. "Yeah… it's be-be a shame to not let Roll keep helping me. It's what a spotter would want to do…"

 

"We'll be arrviving at Kattelox in a few days." Data chirped, still sounding as cheerful as always, "Why don't you go and introduce Roll to her new duties as your masturbatory aid?"

 

"Good idea." Roll felt like her, now non-existent, heart just skipped a beat upon hearing those words. The burning desire to be used now filled her mind and body as she felt Rock's grip tighten on her rubber body, causing it to stretch and distort a little. He turned and headed for his room.

 

His penis grew larger and larger within it's casing where Rock had replaced before running into Roll's room. Now it started to press against the side and was starting to feel painful; entering the room, Rock placed Roll on a box and quickly took his groin casing off. His penis, covered in the same synthetic flesh as his face, sprang up like a python.

 

"Okay Roll." Rock addressed his new cock sleeve as he picked her up, "let's do this." He grasped the rubber woman tightly and sat down on his bed. Taking Roll in his right hand, he pressed his penis against the plastic slit of her artificial pussy. He could feel the slightest give as the rubber kissed his hot penis as the glans started to spread the slit apart.

 

Roll's excitement had grown to a fever pitch as her mind succumbed fully to the sensations that now ran unchecked through her; she was going to be used by Rock, the person whom she loved more then anything. He'd take her and use her as a masturbation aid, rubbing her up and down his length and then spurting his seed inside her. She wanted nothing more now then to be filled.

 

"But Roll," Rock spoke up as he rested his friend-turned-fleshlight on his manhood, "before I use you, I want you to know. I love you and I'm going to do everything I can to turn you back to normal. So don't worry, okay?" Then he bent down, removed the miniature hat and kissed the plastic miniature on the head. Roll suddenly became lucid again, touched by the feelings Rock had for her, even with her in this form. If she could have, she would have blushed.

 

And with that, he pressed the red sextoy down onto his shaft slowly. Rock throw his head back and groaned at the pleasure given to him by the rubber pussy; it's every bump and cranny seemed perfectly designed to please a man; Roll's lithe body, rendered in rubber, bulged as the meaty cock filled her more and more, her mind swamped with the pleasure of being used. Finally, Rock filled the onahole Roll with his entire penis and left her there for a moment, suspended from his cock like a huge red condom.

 

Rock then started to ease his pocket pussy up off his cock, the rubber returning to it's previous state as the flesh receded, visible through the translucent material that Roll's body had been turned into. Then, suddenly, Rock jammed her down again, and up, proceeding to use her for her intended purpose. He sped up, Roll's smiling features turning into a blur as Rock rubbed the flashlight up and down his length, amazed at the pleaure he felt from the tight hole.

 

Not only Rock was feeling incredibly, but Roll was experiencing the greatest sensation she had ever filled in her life. She had masturbated often before, but the pleasure felt then was nothing like what she was going through now; her entire body was screaming with the ecstasy given to a vagina fully filled; her entire torso up to her neck felt like one huge g-spot and mentally she could feel herself coming again and again, each time wanting more and more.

 

Eventually, Rock could feel himself coming to the brink. He slowed down a little, smiling down at the plastic red cock-sleeve that was Roll.

 

"Roll? I feel like I'm going to cum soon," he started to pull her off and onto his cock faster and harder now, "so remember what your duty is as my onahole," Roll was again a blur and both Rock and Roll felt the heat on top of the sheer bliss that was being generated, "and remember to hold my cum when it… comes… ooouuut!" He groaned and wanked the sextoy up and down his cock even faster. Roll's mind raced with the thought of swelling and holding as much cum as she could, "Rock's… cum!" she mentally panted, "Got… to… soak it up like a… good flashlight!"

 

"I'm… gonna cum, Roll!" he cried out, hands pumping, "Take it, you smutty sex toy!" Rock panted, teasing Roll as he ejaculated into his cock sleeve-cum-girlfriend. The white semen surged into Roll's hollow interior, coating it white and turning the red plastic into a dark pink. Her mind was blank, stunned by the glorious pleasure she had felt, the relief of the itching and the wonderful sensation of being full. She could feel the semen flowing through her, up her chest and her throat then finally her mouth.

 

Rock sat there, panting. He had never had a wank like that in his life. He stared at Roll, as she stood there, trembling on the end of his dick. Semen was starting to ooze out of her smiling mouth, staining the outer red a creamy white and Rock could feel it seeping out of her opening.

 

"Hah, hah, not doing so, hah, good a job at being a spermcatcher, eh Roll?" He could feel his penis shrinking inside her and watched as she started to droop down as his erection faded.

 

He gazed at her as she fell off his member with a 'plop' and landed on the floor, face up, still oozing out white seed. This registered only to Roll as the warmth and size of Rock's penis slipped out of her, leaving her feeling elated at pleased Rock so much. The tiny feeling of a desire to be full again began to build, but at the time, it was suppressed by the glow of what she had just experienced.

 

"If it's going to feel this good for me overtime," she thought, "then maybe it's best if I keep on being Rock's sextoy!"

 

Rock had stood up and had grabbed a box of tissues from a crate. He took one and wiped the cum that had leaked out of Roll off her plastic form before placing her under his pillow along with the sock he usually used, saying "I'll see you tomorrow Roll! Let's do our best again then, okay?" as he dropped the pillow on her.

 

Strangely, this didn't seem weird to either person; Rock had accepted Roll's predicament and thought that it would be best to treat her like an onahole for now and to Roll it seemed natural that she be placed with the rest of Rock's cumrags. She could smell them now in the darkness, the stench of old cum somehow filling her mind, "Ooh," she thought to herself, feeling excited again, "if Rock doesn't wash me out, I'm going to end up smelling like those socks. I'll be nothing but a stinky onahole." This thought brought the sensations back, "Yes, nothing but a smelly old jizz-receptacle, fit only to be used to pleasure Rock's cock and catch his semen."

 

Roll then felt a great pressure on top of her and realised that Rock had laid down on the bed. The feeling brought the sensation back again and Roll couldn't wait for Rock to wake up and satisfy his morning wood with his brand new onahole.