The Cyrus Blob part 2

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Tiffany slowly got down to all fours and then slowly and seductively crawled towards Cyrus. Tiffany then stood on her knees, gently unzipped his pants and took his cock in her hand exploring it with her fingers.

Right before Tiffany was about to begin sucking, Cyrus said, “Wait, can you morph into anything? Or any part of your body?”

“Yes, Master, your thoughts tell me that you’d like me transform into a robotic version of this Tiffany human? Shall I go ahead and proceed?”

“Yes, but stop reading my mind, it freaks me out.” Cyrus demanded

“As you wish my master.” Tiffany answered and started to glow briefly, in order to become a robot as her master, Cyrus, had instructed her to do.

The Tan and Blonde Sex-machine now had seams on her shoulders, arms, legs, and torso area, As well as what could easily be seen as where a stomach panel would open up at.

“You look so damn hot.” Cyrus said, thinking out loud, “Remove your face-mask and suck it.”

Tiffany smiled before she raised up her arms and removed her flawless face to expose the metal beneath.

The now Faceless Tiffany once again got on her knees and then started to “suck”. It wasn’t like when his girlfriend, Roberta had sucked him that one time, this was much different. It was more intense, there was a lot more speed, and, strangely Cyrus thought, more passion. It was almost like a vacuum.

That night, after spending a good two hours with the Tiffany-bot, Cyrus was in a deep sleep when a bright light illuminated the entire bed room, Cyrus squinted and thought he saw his Tiffany get out of bed, hold her hands up towards the sky, and vanish. He could’ve sworn he saw his bedroom door fling open but the next thing he knew he was in a deep, deep sleep.

When Cyrus awoke, he sat bolt upright, he was sweating profusely and looked around the room, Tiffany was now back in his bed, naked still with those sexy seams on top of her flawless skin, but her face-mask was on again. Cyrus shook Tiffany “awake” or online, rather.

“What is it my master?” Tiffany asked Cyrus staring into his eyes

“Well what the hell happened last night?” Cyrus asked, a little frustrated that Tiffany seemed so calm.

“Oh, you were awake weren’t you? That was my creators beaming me up to their ship to extract all the fluid you injected into me yesterday.” Tiffany explained a small smile broke on her face while she said this.

“Well…how about some TV? It’ll help me get my mind off of those…aliens.” Cyrus said, a little unnerved.

“Tonight see WWE Diva’s Champ Michelle McCool take on Maryse!” a commercial blared loudly into Cyrus’s bedroom. It occurred to Cyrus for the first time that this alien robotic blob could transform into absolutely any woman on the face of the earth.

“Tiffany, I want you transform into the women’s wrestler Michelle McCool.” Cyrus turned and said to Tiffany.

“As you wish.” The blob said and begain to shift and squirm as it transformed into the shape of Michelle McCool

http://www.wwedivas1.com/images/michelle-mccool12.jpg <(This is what Michelle McCool looks like)

“Oh…my…god.” Was all Cyrus could manage to saw when he saw the naked Michelle McCool lying next to him

“What is it Master?” Michelle asked Cyrus

“Nothing.” Cyrus said excitedly as his hand moved towards Michelle’s bare pussy, he began fingering her slowly, and Michelle closed her eyes and let out a low moan, “Ohhh master.”