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They’ve been together for two years.
Not just lovers—*partners*. Bonded through pressure, sealed in purpose. Their transformation wasn’t an accident. It was an evolution. Two men who once kissed under cotton sheets now lock lips under synthetic shine—chrome and black, soft and firm, trained and *soaked* in hunger.
They were programmed for this. Engineered to love. But only each other.
That was the deal.
Touch anyone else, and the system would reject the bond. But touch *each other*, and the suit rewards them. With heat. With bliss. With stimulation so perfect it short-circuits doubt. Their fingertips know every contour. Their hips match every rhythm. Their lips meet like they’ve been waiting for hours. Always.
This isn’t a loss of self. It’s a magnification of it. Humanity, intensified. Connection, magnified. Love, weaponized.
They aren’t just rubber gimps. They’re the future of emotion. Fully feeling. Fully wired. And as they kiss in front of a rain-slicked window, city lights dancing across their slick surfaces, the world outside fades away.
They don’t want anyone else.
They just want this. Forever.
Would you surrender everything… for someone who’s been enhanced to crave only *you*?
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