Olivia stood in the kitchen of her single apartment. On the counter in front of her, the small food processor whirred as the tan paste within turned homogenous. She poured a little more olive oil into the mixture, and squeezed the garlic press to deposit minced chunks into the swirling mass. She flipped the second circle of pita in the skillet, nodding in satisfaction at the very lightly browned surface.
Shutting off the food processor, Olivia pulled the blade from the machine and scraped the hummus that came with it back into the clear plastic container. She cut the pita into quarters with her chef’s knife and put both on a large plate. Holding the plate with one hand and a bottle of red wine in the other, she hooked her empty wine glass with one finger and walked over to her couch.
As the ending song played on the latest season finale of SnK — Attack on Titan to the normies. Olivia sighed in disappointment. This series had so much promise in the beginning, but all this political apocalypse crap just depressed her.
Eyeing the wine bottle, Liv saw it still was a third full. She filled her glass again and queued up an episode of Yuru Camp. She’d seen them all at least three times, but those goofy girls with their outdoor activities club never failed to warm Olivia’s heart. Especially after a little wine.
Olivia emptied her glass. Her eyes were a little wet as she watched the two friends sent each other photos of Mt Fuji from different campsites. Her phone lit up with a silent notification. She emptied the bottle into one last glass of wine and unlocked her phone.
It was just an email for work that she would answer in the morning. Yet as she closed her Mail app, Liv saw the new app on her Home Screen.
I wonder what the range on this thing is? Does it connect over the web?
Olivia tapped into the app and saw all the same status indicators she’d seen while at Brooke’s house. They appeared to still be updating in real time. Then she noticed a function she’d overlooked before.
Live View Monitor
If Olivia had been sober, she would have never considered invading her friends’ privacy. But in her current state, curiosity won out over conscience.
–tap–
Olivia’s phone showed live video, so she tapped the fullscreen icon and turned her phone sideways. She saw Mikayla Wider, kicked back on their couch, eating brownies straight from the pan. She looked like she was struggling, breathing hard between bites.
What Olivia should have done, was close the app. What Olivia did, was tap the mute icon.
“Mary…”
“Yes, Miss Mikayla?”
“I’m so full…”
“Would you like me to wrap up the brownies for tomorrow?”
“No!” Mikayla held the half full pan of brownies to her chest. Her bulging breasts pressed against the glass dish and it rested on her bloated stomach.
“Can you rub my tummy Mary?”
“Of course, Miss Mikayla.”
Olivia’s view moved closer to Mikayla, and then lowered down. She saw a set of fit artificial arms appear from the sides of the frame and rest on Mikayla’s doughy stomach. From this angle Olivia got a clear view of Mikayla’s face as Mary’s fingers pressed into her flesh through her large shirt, and her eyes rolled back in pleasure.
“–Mmmmmm– yes, like that.”
Olivia felt her face grow warm as she watched the android’s arms press and squeeze, making long sweeping motions down Mikayla’s stomach until the blonde let out a series of belches.
“–urp– Oh –bruurp– oh yeah –brraaAAAAP–”
Mikayla sighed with relief, and scooped another handful of brownie from the pan to stuff in her greedy gob.
Olivia was too entranced by this show to even be aware of what exactly she was watching. Mikayla chewed and swallowed, panted and moaned as Mary continued to massage her growing stomach.
“–Mmmmm– Mary… lower… –nom–”
The view on Olivia’s phone followed the slope of Mikayla’s stomach down to her soft underbelly, which was spilling out of her top. Mary’s hands expertly squeezed and teased, and Olivia noticed for the first time that her friend’s little sister had her pants undone.
Olivia absently sipped her wine, feeling very warm now, all through her torso but especially in her lower half. She followed the motions of Mary’s mechanical hands curiously, making mental notes in case she ever got an opportunity to try them herself.
“–Mmpf– oh gawd, lower Mary! –haa, haa–”
Suddenly Olivia saw Mary’s hands slide Mikayla’s pants further down, and got a close up view of some very large pink panties. The outline of Mikayla’s fupa through the cotton sent a shock through Olivia’s system, and she almost dropped her phone in her haste to close the app.
Olivia locked her phone and set it face down on the end table. She realized she was starting to sweat. She drained her glass and set it beside her phone. She fanned herself with the long sleeved flannel she was wearing over her tank top, before striping off her top layer.
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