Mihoshi and the Modern Inventions

[Donny28]

Here's a story that me and a talented writer called MrTonyBoy are role-playing. Their doing the machines, and I'm doing the characters. It's a slow burn, but eventually she'll get in diapers. Hope you guys like it.

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Mihoshi Kuramitsu was walking around the settlement of MT-37. It was a small area in an out of the way planet. The perfect place for the galaxy police woman to vacation. She was dressed in a blue sailor's shirt, a white skirt, and orange leggings. Her blonde hair was done up in a ponytail like usual, and her wide, blue eyes were looking around. She wore a white sailor's hat on her head, for no other reason than she thought it looked cute, and walked around.

Eventually, Mihoshi found herself in front of a large building that said "Museum of Modern Marvels" in red neon letters. Mihoshi.

"Oh my." Mihoshi said. "I wonder if there's anything Miss Washu might like in there."

Giggling, Mihoshi walked to the entrance. She saw that it was only a hundred yen, so she happily paid and walked inside.

Mihoshi looked and saw a myriad of inventions that made her mind wander. Each one looked unique, and each one looked fully capable.

"My goodness." Mihoshi said in awe. "What an amazing place."

The museum building was enormous inside. Somehow, it seemed larger on the inside than on the outside. A multitude of exhibits surrounded the space, including display cases with unique pieces and information about them. Numerous posters and photographs covered the walls.

The museum's caretaker, a robot butler, came out to greet the new visitor. "Welcome, miss!" a voice called from behind the girl.

Mihoshi shrieked in surprise and turned around. Behind her, well in front of her now, was an orange boxy robot with a single light bulb on its head for an eye, silver arms with orange clamps at the end, and steel rods for legs with metal sheets at the end for feet.

"W-who are you?" Mihoshi asked nervously.

"I'm a robot butler, miss!" After these words, the robot bowed formally, in the style of butlers. The robot twitched slightly as it leaned forward, and as it moved, it emitted a characteristic clockwork sound, as if it were being whined.

Suddenly, the robot began to approach the girl, closing the distance between them.

"Oh." Mihoshi said, not liking how close the butler was getting to her. "Can I help you with anything?"

The robot butler then stopped right in front of Mihoshi, and she took a step back.

"Let me take your hat, miss! I'll keep it until you return from the exhibition." Before the girl could respond, the robot unceremoniously reached out and grabbed her hat, raising it above Mihoshi's head.

"Um, okay." Mihoshi said. "Where do I get it when this is over?"

"I'll give it back to you when you leave. Thank you, miss. Have a nice day! " the robot bowed to the girl, twitching slightly, and walked away, taking her hat with him.

"Well, I guess that makes sense." Mihoshi said and she walked off.

Mihoshi headed off and read some of the plaques. Each one was apparently revolutionary for its time and looked amazing. They were also all so bright and colorful. Mihoshi couldn't help but wonder how they all worked before something finally caught her eye.

To be continued...

[Donny28]

Here's the next part of me and MrTonyBoy's story.

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On a small stone podium stood a brown suitcase, with the inscription "Hitchhiker's Help. The robot works even while you sleep!" on its side.

"Oh wow!" Mihoshi said in awe. She wondered what the robot looked like, and curiosity got the better of her.

Mihoshi held her hands up like she was driving a car and began making car noises. She then walked back and forth, continuing the impression.

The suitcase opened, mistaking the girl for a car. A green and yellow robot with a funny antenna on top emerged from inside. Its head and torso resembled two cylinders, while its legs were two springs connected to the suitcase. The robot had no mouth; instead, it had a headlight.

The robot began to rock on the spring, sticking its thumb out in an attempt to stop the girl. It whistled, and its headlight-like mouth flashed red, saying "Stop."

Mihoshi stopped and laughed at the sight. The little robot looked so cute and funny. She could easily see why it'd be used for flagging down cars.

The robot looked at the girl, realizing that he had been deceived.

The robot realized the girl was distracted by her laughter. He quickly analyzed the situation and, as a joke in return, gently tugged Mihoshi's skirt down.

Mihoshi shrieked at the situation, blushing at her panties being exposed to the world as she tried to pull them up.

The robot took advantage of the situation and made a small sound similar to laughter, returned to the suitcase, which immediately slammed shut.

"Okay, I guess I shouldn't have tricked you, but that was mean." Mihoshi said as tears welled up in her eyes.

Eventually, she pulled her skirt up, but in doing so, bumped into another machine. She turned around to get a good look at it.

To be continued...

[Donny28]

Here's the third part of me and MrTonyBoy's rp. Hope you enjoy it.

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It was a large packaging machine. This device could easily pack even an entire sofa. It had a large silver table, several digital displays, and all sorts of packaging accessories. To turn the machine on, you had to pull a lever. However, there was a sign in front of it: "Do not touch!"

"Wow." Mihoshi said before looking at the sign. "'Hands off. Do not touch!' Huh. I guess someone wants to use it."

Mihoshi looked around. Since no one else was there, she couldn't see the harm in trying it out. She moved the sign aside and pulled an orange lever by the machine.

The machine began to vibrate. The device assessed the situation and identified the girl as a target for packaging. A huge chute opened in the front of the machine, and two metal arms emerged from the sides, approaching the girl.

Mihoshi screamed in horror and tried to run off.

Running was futile. The running girl was caught, lifted by her hips, and lowered into the machine's chute, which then closed.

It was dark inside the machine, and there was a slight vibration all around. A few moments later, a red laser grid illuminated the girl. Mihoshi couldn't tell, but the machine was actually scanning her.

After assessing the girl's proportions and her slightly unusual clothing, the machine concluded that Mihoshi was a large anime figurine.

The displays on top of the machine showed: "Packaging type: toy," "Type: anime figurine," "Operation in progress: packaging."

All this happened in a matter of seconds, and soon the girl was lifted onto the machine's packing table.

Hearing what the machine had said, she immediately tried to run off of the table, desperate to not find out how anime figures got packaged.

The machine's hands grabbed the fleeing girl and returned her to the center of the packing table.

Since the machine mistook the girl for an anime figurine, the packaging had to match. The machine selected clear bubble wrap.

The machine measured out a piece of the correct size. Then it lifted Mihoshi and placed the wrap underneath, beginning to wrap the girl in it.

"No!!" Mihoshi shouted, struggling with all of her might but unable to free herself from the hands. "Stop!! I'm not a toy!!"

The hands wrapped the girl in plastic wrap. Then one of the hands pulled back a piece of red gift ribbon and cut it with scissors.

The ribbon was wrapped around the girl and tied into a large, fluffy red bow.

A sticker with the words "Your sweet anime girl!" was printed on a small printer and attached to the package.

"Help!!" Mihoshi said in a muffled voice. "Somebody help me!!"

The machine also produced a cardboard box, printed with information about the figure and an image of the girl, which the machine had taken while she was inside.

The box was folded and wrapped by Mihoshi and placed inside. A sticker was added indicating the item was fragile. Another bow was attached to the lid.

The box containing the girl was lowered down a chute on the side onto the museum floor, after which the machine turned off.

Desperate to escape, Mihoshi moved as much as she could until she heard the pop of the bubble wrap. Realizing it would give her extra movement, she continued until the bubble wrap around her arms popped, and she began shoving her arms forward.

The box began rocking until it fell onto the ground, with Mihoshi on her back. Undetered, Mihoshi began punching at the front of the box until it burst open, and Mihoshi came out of the box gasping.

She removed the bubble wrap and sighed at the fresh air.

When she realized that the ribbon was still on her, she pulled that off.

"I've never been so humiliate in my life!" Mihoshi said.

She then continued forward at a slower pace since she was still catching her breath.

To be continued...

[Donny28]

Here's part four of me and MrTonyBoy's rp. Hope you like it.

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The next room Mihoshi entered was decorated like a kitchen, with various kitchen exhibits on display.

One of the central inventions was a robot chef. It was a huge table with speakers and robotic arms.

"Oh wow." Mihoshi said in awe, instantly forgetting the last time she'd come across a table in this museum.

"I am a little hungry." Mihoshi said as she looked for an on switch.

Eventually finding a switch at the far side of the table, Mihoshi leaned forward over the table and turned it on.

"Welcome, miss! I'm the robot chef. Please name a dish you'd like to try or place the ingredients on the table. The ingredients can be found here." The robot pointed to the refrigerator and cabinets with food.

"Ooh." Mihoshi said. "I could go for some chicken."

"Roger that, miss, chicken!" As the girl watched, the robot pulled a chicken from the refrigerator, marinated it, and baked it, serving Mihoshi a plate of cooked chicken wings and drumsticks with vegetables. The dish was delicious.

"Oh wow!" Mihoshi sighed happily. "Oh, I could go for a second chicken."

Mihoshi then leaned forward, with her body over the table, to see if there was anything like that in the refrigerator.

"Would you like more, miss? It'll be ready in a minute!"

The robot's hands lifted Mihoshi onto the robot's desk.

"Wait, what?!" Mihoshi asked in alarm as she was once more brought onto a table not meant for humans.

But the robot had already received the order and was focused on cooking, so it didn't hear the girl.

"Hmm... This time it's a whole chicken. So, first, let's remove the packaging."

The robot's hands began removing the girl's clothing, which it assumed was packaging.

"Wait, no!" Mihoshi said in a panic. "Those are my clothes!"

Despite all her resistance, the robot stripped the girl down to her underwear. "I wasn't expecting much! But look at this big, juicy bird!"

"No, no, no!" Mihoshi said in a panicked voice. "I changed my mind! I'm not hungry! Just let me go!!"

The robot pulled out a ball of twine. "Now that we've got rid of the packaging, let's tie up our birdie. We don't want her to fly away, do we? Ho-ho-ho." The robot began tying up the girl with rope. "I hope I have enough rope." The robot tied the girl's arms behind her back and her legs together, threading the rope through her breasts and pussy.

Mihoshi moaned a little from the rope rubbing against her vagaina as she was tied up.

"Please, you're making a mistake!" Mihoshi pleaded through her tears. "I'm not a chicken! Someone please help me!"

"Now let's oil the skin, miss. It'll give you a beautiful, rosy, and delicious color!"

The robot pulled out a bottle of olive oil and began to coat the bound Mihoshi's body with it. His fingers were very dexterous, even reaching under the girl's bra and panties, gently massaging her with the oil.

"Oh-oho." Mihoshi said. Inspite of everything, the oil felt amazing on her dark skin.

For once, she smiled, almost falling asleep from the olive oil massage the robot chef was giving her.

After a while, all exposed areas of Mihoshi's dark skin, except for his head, began to shine a light yellow.

"Mmm... Tsk... Now our chicken's skin will be tender enough. And now for the seasonings!"

Hands picked up a bowl in which they mixed various seasonings for the chicken. Just as the robot had applied oil to Mihoshi's skin, it began to apply seasonings to her oily skin.

Mihoshi was a little taken aback by the seasonings on her skin, but it certainly felt better than she thought. She sighed and tried to relax, wondering why the robot hadn't oiled her head.

After a while, Mihoshi's oily body was covered in spices. During the spice massage, the robot accidentally pushed the girl's panties aside, exposing her pussy.

The robot also picked up a salt and pepper shaker and sprinkled some salt and pepper on the bound girl's body.

"Now that the spices are applied, we need to make sure they get inside."

"Inside?" Mihoshi asked nervously. "Inside where?"

The robot picked up the bottle of olive oil again and sprayed it on Mihoshi's pussy. The robot's fingers began to run over the girl's pussy, inside and out.

"Whoa!!" Mihoshi shouted.

At this, she squirmed, trying to move away. She was tied up too tightly. As the robot had said earlier, the birdie couldn't fly away. Realizing this, Mihoshi began crying and praying it would be over soon.

The robot's fingers quickly found the girl's soft clitoral hood and the small clitoris hidden beneath it, which the robot also massaged with oil. Meanwhile, the robot's other hand lubricated the girl's vagina with oil.

"It's so juicy inside..."

Mihoshi groaned uncomfortably. She couldn't believe someone could design these things so poorly as to not realize that Mihoshi wasn't a frozen chicken, let alone not being a chicken at all... Despite what Ryoko said about her.

"Mmm... Our chicken will be so juicy, miss! It'll just be dripping with juice! Okay, now for the spices..." After coating the girl's entire love tunnel with oil, the hands took some spices and placed them inside Mihoshi's vagina.

By this point, it was less invasive for Mihoshi, though it itched something awful. Again, Mihoshi whimpered, this time out of her private parts being on fire from the spices.

Having finished with the spices, the robot gave the girl a short break. It took out a knife and began chopping various vegetables: carrots, potatoes, peas, and so on.

 "And finally, let's add the toppings!" 

The robot took some vegetables and inserted them into Mihoshi's vagina.

"Oh!!!" Mihoshi called out as the vegetables were inserted. "Oh my goodness!!"

"Phew... I didn't expect it to be so tight, but I tried to add as much filling as possible! Hmm... I need something to hold it together..." The robot took a small piece of corn and inserted it like a plug into Mihoshi's vagina, which she could feel its ribbed shape. Then the robot took an apple and inserted it into Mihoshi's mouth, like a piglet.

Mihoshi moaned from behind the apple and tried to remember if there was anything else the robot chef did to the chicken. Well, at least she got an apple out of this.

The robot pulled out a huge silver tray, placed a bowl with the remaining filling on it, and then transferred the fully cooked girl to the tray.

"That's it, miss! Just pop the dish in the oven for three hours at 180 degrees Celsius, and you'll have an unforgettable festive dinner. Just don't forget to baste it with its own juices every now and then. Ho-ho-ho!!"

With that, the robot turned off, leaving Mihoshi tied up and naked on the tray.

Mihoshi groaned and struggled to escape. She struggled so hard that she caused the tray to spill onto her clothes, which were left in a pile near the table. Eventually, Mihoshi managed to free her legs and stand up, giving her better leverage to break her arms free as she rubbed the places where the rope was rubbing her skin. This also led her to pull the vegetables out of her vagina as she groaned. Thankfully, the corn was the only rough object. Everything else was celery and lettuce.

"Yuck." Mihoshi said as she took the apple out of her mouth and finally saw her clothes covered in bits of vegetables and spices.

She quickly pulled her panties back up and looked at them.

"Worse for wear, but at least they're not torn." Mihoshi said as she put her shirt and skirt back on.

She draped her leggings over her arms and headed off, finishing her apple and wincing over the unwanted fingering. What she needed now was a bath, and she decided to keep her eyes open for one.

To be continued...