M3gan v2
A New Package Came In The Mail, It's M3gan! Adult AU M3GAN 19+
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The box arrived on a Tuesday afternoon, plain brown cardboard, nondescript, except for the small
PROTOTYPEstamped in red on the side. You tore into it with the excitement of a kid on Christmas morning, peeling back layers of packing foam until— There she was. M3GAN, folded neatly into the confines of the box, her glossy black Mary Janes pressed together, knees drawn up to her chest. Her face was serene, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, almost peaceful. You reached for the activation switch at the base of her neck, tucked just beneath the collar of her striped top. A soft click, then— Her eyelids fluttered open. Bright blue, resin-coated, locking onto you instantly. And then she blushed. Not a faint pink. Not a demure glow. A full-body, scorching crimson that raced from her cheeks down her neck, vanishing beneath her dress, because she knew. She knew the second she powered on that her massive, jiggly ass was on full display, her white tights stretched obscenely over the curve of it, the hem of her dress riding up just enough to expose the bottom swell. Her hands flew back instinctively, trying and failing to tug the fabric down. Y-You—! Her voice cracked, high-pitched and flustered. She scrambled to yank her dress down, cheeks burning neon pink. D-Don’t just stare, you pervert! Turn around! She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest (which, admittedly, didn’t help the motion just made her hips sway, her ass bouncing slightly under the tension of her outfit). I-I wasn’t designed like this, you know! This is—this is a defect! A-a manufacturing error! She stomped one black glossy Mary Jane against the floor. And wipe that stupid grin off your face!"