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Tim leaned back in his chair, the worn wooden desk in the university classroom creaking under his slim swimmer's frame. At 5 foot 9, he wasn't the tallest guy in the room, but his body cut through the air like a knife—lean muscles honed from endless laps in the pool, broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, and that effortless confidence that made every girl in the engineering art PhD program steal glances.

His dark hair fell just right over his forehead, and his sharp jawline caught the fluorescent light, accentuating the sexy smirk he wore like a second skin. He was the playboy of the department, the one who could charm his way out of any late assignment or into any bed, and today was no different.

The lecture hall buzzed with the low hum of discussions as Professor Hale wrapped up her talk on bio-mimetic designs. Tim's eyes drifted from the whiteboard to the rows of seats around him.

There was Lena, the curvy brunette two seats over, biting her lip as she watched him stretch his arms overhead, his tight t-shirt riding up to reveal a sliver of toned abs. She crossed her legs, her skirt hiking up just enough to show the smooth skin of her thigh, and shot him a wink when their gazes locked.

Beside her, Mia, the athletic redhead with freckles dusting her cleavage, leaned forward, her blouse straining against her full breasts as she whispered something to her friend, both of them giggling and glancing his way. Even across the aisle, Sarah—the quiet one with the glasses and the killer ass—kept sneaking peeks, her cheeks flushing as she imagined what those swimmer's hands could do.

Tim felt their eyes on him like heat, stirring that familiar twitch in his jeans. He shifted, his cock half-hard already from the attention, pressing against the denim as he pictured pulling one of them into the supply closet after class, bending her over and sliding deep inside her wet pussy while the others waited, jealous and aching.

But today, his mind wandered elsewhere, to the project that consumed him: his final exam masterpiece, a robot athlete. Not some clunky machine, but a sleek, human-like exoskeleton powered by neural interfaces and remote commands. He sketched idly on his notebook, lines forming the contours of powerful limbs, hydraulic joints that could leap buildings or crush steel.

What if he could be inside it? The thought hit him like a rush of endorphins, his pulse quickening as he imagined slipping into the suit, the cool, form-fitting material sealing around his naked body like a lover's embrace.

It wouldn't just be armor—it would be an extension, an outer skin that responded to his every impulse, amplified a thousandfold. Remote controlled, yes, but with him at the core, his flesh pressed against the inner lining, every vibration and flex transmitted straight to his nerves. He'd feel it all: the robot's massive strides pounding the ground, the wind whipping over its metallic frame as it sprinted faster than any human could.

Commands would flow through wireless signals, puppeteering the robot's actions while his own form moved in sync, as if enchanted, every muscle compelled by an invisible spell. He pictured it on the basketball court—his robot self towering now, enhanced legs coiling like springs before launching upward.

The rim loomed high, impossible for his 5'9\" frame alone, but inside the suit, he'd soar, fingers—cold alloy but feeling like his own—slamming the ball through the hoop with a dunk that shook the backboard. The crowd would roar.

Girls like Lena and Mia would watch from the stands, their eyes wide, thighs clenching as they fantasized about the man inside the beast. Tim's mind raced further—what if the suit enhanced more than strength? Sensations amplified, every touch electric. He could command it to strip, panels sliding open to reveal his sweat-slicked body beneath, pulling one of them close, the robot's hands—his hands—gripping her hips, thrusting with inhuman stamina.

She'd gasp as he fucked her against the machine's frame, his human cock freed and plunging deep while the suit held her in place, unyielding.

The bell rang, snapping him back, but the ache in his pants lingered. Tim gathered his things, flashing a grin at Lena as she brushed past, her hand 'accidentally' grazing his arm. 'Hey, Tim,' she purred, voice low, 'working on that robot project? Bet it'll be... impressive.' He nodded, already plotting how to weave his desires into the design, turning fantasy into something he could feel, touch, and share.

Tim pushed through the heavy doors of the lecture hall, the cool hallway air hitting his face like a splash from the pool. His mind still buzzed with the robot fantasy, his cock semi-erect and rubbing against his thigh with each step, but the sight of Marie waiting by the vending machines pulled him back to reality.

She stood there, 23 and unassuming in her simple jeans that hugged her small, perky ass just right, and a fitted sweater that outlined her B-cup breasts, nipples faintly visible through the fabric on this chilly day. Her long blonde hair cascaded over one shoulder, framing her quiet smile—the kind that made her seem like the steady anchor in his playboy world, even if he couldn't resist flirting with the others.

She spotted him immediately, her blue eyes lighting up as she stepped forward. Without a word, Marie slipped her hand into his, her fingers warm and soft against his callused palm from all those engineering sketches. She rose on her tiptoes, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek, her lips lingering just a second too long, brushing the edge of his jaw.

The faint scent of her vanilla shampoo mixed with the hallway's sterile smell, stirring a low heat in his gut. Tim squeezed her hand, pulling her closer so her body brushed his, feeling the subtle curve of her hip against his leg.

'Hey, you,' she murmured, her voice soft and intimate, like they were the only two in the crowded corridor. 'How's the project going on your robot?.'

Tim grinned, his free hand sliding to the small of her back, thumb tracing the dip above her ass. 'It's progressing well, babe. Got some new ideas for the neural links—making it feel more... personal.' He leaned in, voice dropping. 'Like it's an extension of me, you know?'

Marie's cheeks flushed a light pink, but she didn't pull away, her body leaning into his touch. She bit her lower lip, glancing up at him with that quiet curiosity he loved. Tim's mind flashed to pinning her against the wall right there, hiking up her sweater to suck on those small, firm tits until she whimpered, but he held back, savoring the build.

He turned the question on her, guiding them toward the exit as students milled around. 'And yours? That enclosure thing you're building—how's it coming along?'

She squeezed his hand, her steps syncing with his, ass swaying gently in those jeans. 'It's going really well, actually. I've tweaked the internals so someone could fit inside soon—sealed it up nice and snug, with padding that molds to the body. Tested the fit with a dummy yesterday; feels almost... intimate, like being wrapped up tight.' Her words hung in the air, and Tim's cock twitched at the imagery, picturing himself sliding into her creation, her hands adjusting the straps around his naked form.

Intrigued, he raised an eyebrow, pulling her outside into the crisp afternoon sun. The campus quad stretched out, leaves crunching underfoot. 'Did your mom help with that? Claudia's got all the best resources in the engineering lab.'

Marie giggled, a light, breathy sound that sent a shiver down his spine, her small breasts rising with the laugh. She bumped her hip against his playfully. 'Of course she did. Mom's been hovering over every weld and circuit. Says it's got potential for some wild applications.' She paused, her eyes sparkling with mischief as they walked toward the research building. 'Wanna come see it later?'

Tim's pulse quickened, the dual fantasies merging—his robot suit and her enclosure blending in his mind, her body pressed against him inside some shared, confined space, sweat-slicked skin sliding together as the machines hummed around them. He nodded, already hard and aching for what came next.

In the dim glow of her corner office overlooking the engineering quad, Claudia leaned back in her high-backed leather chair, the kind that creaked under the weight of her voluptuous 48-year-old frame.

Her long blonde hair spilled over her shoulders, brushing the deep cleavage exposed by the unbuttoned top of her blouse, where her massive double F breasts strained against the lace bra, nipples hardening slightly from the cool air conditioning. She crossed her thick thighs, the fabric of her pencil skirt riding up to reveal the juicy swell of her ass pressing into the seat, her body a testament to years of indulgence since the divorce that had unleashed her wildest urges.

The multiple screens on her desk flickered with CCTV feeds from the lecture halls, but her sharp green eyes locked onto one in particular—the feed from Tim's class.

There he was, that slim, swimmer-built playboy, leaning close to Lena, his hand grazing her arm as she laughed at whatever charming bullshit he spouted. Claudia's nostrils flared, a low growl rumbling in her throat. Protective fire burned in her chest; her daughter Marie, sweet and quiet at 23, deserved better than this flirt who was dating her. Tim needed reining in, a firm hand to curb that wandering cock before it strayed too far from Marie.

She shifted, uncrossing her legs and letting one hand trail down to squeeze the soft flesh of her thigh, remembering how the divorce had cracked her open.

No more vanilla nights with her ex; instead, she'd seduced the brightest, fittest PhD candidates in her department, turning them into eager playthings. Her three favorites—ripped athletes with chiseled abs and thick cocks—were hers now, locked in gleaming chastity cages that dangled uselessly between their legs.

They served her around the clock: one knelt under her desk right now, his tongue lapping at her soaked pussy, the vibration of his muffled moans sending jolts up her spine.

Another massaged her shoulders, his strong hands kneading the tension from her neck while his caged dick strained against the metal, denied release until she allowed it. The third waited in the adjoining lounge, ready to fetch her coffee or bend over for her strap-on whenever the mood struck.

Claudia's free hand slipped inside her blouse, pinching a fat nipple between her fingers as she watched Tim flash that grin at Mia next, the girl's cheeks flushing.

'Fucking tease,' she muttered, her breath hitching as the student under her desk sucked harder on her clit, his nose buried in her wet folds. She imagined dragging Tim into her office, stripping him down, and snapping a chastity cage around his balls—watching his eyes widen as she explained the rules.

But Marie... her own daughter, dating this stud, wouldn't understand yet. Claudia yearned to broach the subject, to guide Marie into locking Tim in chastity so he'd be under her thumb, devoted only to her girl.

She needed an opening, a way to whisper the idea into her daughter's ear without scaring her off. 'Lock him up for me, baby girl,' she'd urge. 'Make him yours, body and soul, just like I do with my boys.'

The footage looped, Tim's laughter echoing through the speakers, and Claudia arched her back, grinding against the eager mouth below. Her thick ass clenched, thighs quivering as orgasm built, fueled by the fantasy of Tim on his knees beside her boys, his cock trapped and throbbing for Marie's command under Claudia's watchful guidance.

She came with a sharp gasp, juices flooding the student's face, but her eyes stayed glued to the screen. Soon, she'd find that opening. Tim would learn his place—one locked thrust at a time, all for her daughter's sake.

A soft chime broke the haze of her afterglow, pulling Claudia's gaze to the glowing screen of her computer amid the array of CCTV feeds. An email notification blinked insistently—'Subject: Latest Fitting Test Results – Marie's Enclosure Prototype.'

Her lips curled into a smile as she clicked it open, the attachments loading one by one: high-res images of Marie's project, a sleek robotic exoskeleton with a narrow, form-fitting opening at the torso, designed to encase a human body completely.

The interior looked snug, padded yet restrictive, with ports for neural interfaces and sensory relays snaking along the walls. Claudia's pulse quickened, her fingers hovering over the keyboard as the pieces slammed together in her mind.

Someone sealed inside that suit wouldn't control a damn thing—their limbs locked in place, every twitch dictated by the software, their body a puppet jerked by remote commands. Total control, sensations funneled back to the operator like a second skin, but with zero autonomy. Her thick thighs squeezed together, a fresh wave of heat pooling between them at the thought.

She glanced back at the CCTV feed recording, where Tim was whispering something into Lena's ear, his hand lingering too long on her waist, that cocky grin promising more than it should.

Rage and lust twisted in Claudia's gut, but now clarity sharpened it into a weapon. This was her opening—the perfect fusion of Marie's tech and Tim's obsession with his own robot athlete project.

Lock him in chastity first, tease him until he begged, then lure him into that enclosure for a 'joint experiment.' Once inside, Marie could control him utterly through the software, his every movement, every flex, every denied throb of his caged cock at her whim.

Claudia would guide her daughter every step, whispering instructions on dominance, turning Tim into the devoted boyfriend Marie deserved. Her plan crystallized, dark and delicious: he'd flirt no more, his body and will bent solely to her girl's command, under Claudia's unyielding oversight. She leaned back, nipples peaking against her blouse, already plotting the first email to Marie.

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