Show-and-Tell - Part 13 - 8K

Months pass, and Elroy is on a mission to obtain a new scouting merit badge, having quickly become bored with retro-electronics. In the simplest terms, his newest quest involves hologram technology. Not that old light field floating in space like they did back in the 20th Century, the stuff of cheesy album covers and merchandise labels. Communication devices (think Star Wars) had been around for a decade, but it wasn't fully fourth-dimensional...yes, you could see it in three dimensions, but you couldn't physically touch it.

As usual, Jane finds herself being used as Elroy's guinea pig, on her hands and knees in the middle of the young man's bedroom.

Elroy: Now, just relax. You might feel a bit of pressure at first, but don't be alarmed.

Jane sighs to herself as Elroy taps away at his room-sized computer, vacuum tubes and all manner of gizmos buzzing and whirring away in the background. Why exactly she needed to be naked for the test was beyond her...Elroy telling her that fabrics and the like would cause light-scattering distortion or some such nonsense. In reality, he just wanted to get her naked...and she knew it.

A few more key strokes and Elroy soundly depresses the enter button. Jane, suddenly oh-faced and cross-eyed, lets out a muffled and trembling groan. 'A bit of pressure' would be a mild understatement...a massive, translucent, turquoise-tinted cock thrust down her throat as a second one fills her from behind.

Elroy: It...uhhhh... It's gonna take a little while for the machine to calibrate.

Three hours later, and Elroy glances over at Jane's faux-come-splattered face. Buried to the hilt, the one iridescent figure slowly gyrates its hips, a now-naked and self-pleasuring Elroy listening to Jane whimper as the hologram's heft presses against her gee-spot. The head of the second one's enormous shaft poised in her mouth, Jane stares down what is easily 14 inches of thick flesh, waiting for the inevitable plunge. In a single unending motion, it pushes the totality of its girth down her throat, stopping only until it's pubic bone is resting against her nose.

Jane gulps back yet another load of what, though tasteless, feels like real come. As if on cue, the rear one tightly grips the slender woman's hips, pulling her onto itself...another torrent of simulated seed filling her womb. Other than the bloated feeling of what felt like gallons of come sloshing around inside her, Jane's knees were absolutely raw, the well-hung duo having been spit-roasting her since...she didn't know for how long. Was it a.m. or p.m. now?

Jane: Canth wee twake uh bwake? Kneefs arw kiwwin' m-wee!

Pausing his self-gratification only to tap at his keyboard, he gives the woman a devious grin. Their manhood still firmly planted in either end of her, the pair stand, their hands at her hips and shoulders. The two, however, are a good bit taller than her...Jane clambers for purchase, groaning in protest as she grabs ahold of the one's thighs. The tips of her toes skittering across the floor, a now wide-eyed Jane blurts out something unintelligible, the pair of rods once again thrusting into her now airborne body.

Jane: (thinking) Yeah, I DID NOT think this through.

The pair seems insatiable, plunging and cumming over and over again. Tendrils of seed criss-cross her body, dangling and dripping from her breasts. Splatter across her ass and down her thighs...even the webbing between her toes is slathered in the stuff. Another clacking of the keyboard and, for the briefest of moments, the two figures completely let go of her...Jane's entire body was suspended by nothing but the two translucent pillars. She should be groaning in pain, but what comes out of her is a squeal of delight...utterly overwhelmed, her Jackson Pollock-like painting of a body quivering and shaking as wave after wave of pleasure courses through her.

Elroy, too, can't hold back at the sight of her, a rope of pearlescent seed spurting across his...

Electrons and saline-rich fluids don't react well together...a brief zapping noise is followed by a tendril of smoke. The machine whirs, sputters (sounding much like the Millennium Falcon when its hyperdrive fails)...the pair of turquoise men flickering out of existence. Jane flails to find her footing, only dropping a few inches to the floor. She should be mad, but...no sooner had they disappeared, so too did the what felt like pounds of not-real seed that covered her body, the gallon-feeling bulge in her belly instantly going away.

Other than the hours of accumulated sweat, there isn't even a need for a shower, much less a clean-up towel. Sore, but satisfied, Jane looks over at the now disgusted-looking young man...a little smirk crossing her face as she watches smoke rise from the now silent machine.

Jane: (snarky-sounding) Well, I'd say -that- was a successful test.

Elroy looks at her with an irritated expression, opening his mouth to retort...when the overhead fire sprinklers go off.

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Original Art by Alex Hiro

Colors and Edits by Phillipthe2