Rose waddled her way to her car after having waved goodbye to her book club buddies. Starting up the 1987 Honda Civic that put-put-puttered its way home, running on E and in need of power steering fluid, she muttered a prayer that it got her back to her squished duplex on the lower side of downtown. The last thing she needed was to be stranded in this blistering summer heat.

Arriving home, she took the keys out of her purse and wiggled it this way and that til the lock was satisfied and the door creaked open. Closing the door behind her, putting her keys and purse on the rack by the door, she made her way into the living room, where the light was already on to find her wife sitting in front of a box fan, holding her shirt over it so it blew up between her legs and into her shirt.  

“Geesh, Rena, are you cool enough?” 

“Hey, you try having boob sweat and balls sweat. It's no picnic, okay? I’m dripping all day and night. This is the coolest I’ve been all week.”

“At least your boobs aren’t lactating.”

“Please, I’d swap places with you in a heartbeat if I could. You know that.”

Rose ran a hand over her very pregnant belly. “Only a few weeks away. Would be nice if I did all the gestation and we switched bodies for the labor. That way you get included in a way beyond having the swimmers to knock me up.”

Rena winced. “I think it's unfair to call it being knocked up when we intentionally tried to get pregnant for five years.”

“Fair point.” Rose waddled over to sit next to her wife. “I thought you were getting the AC fixed today?”

“Guy was a no show. I think we should go for that one company that your friend told you about, since we gave this guy three fucking times to get here and he kept calling back after the fact saying he was lost and couldn’t find it.”   

“We are a bit tucked away. But sure, I can call Murphy and get the number of his AC guy tomorrow.”

“Okay.” 

Rose leaned her head on Rena’s shoulder.  

“Ugh babe,  please, it's too hot to cuddle right now… I’ve been sitting in front of this fan for hours and I’m still sweating like crazy.”

Rose gave a dramatic sigh. “Are there any popsicles left?”

“Should be.”

Rose got up to go to the kitchen. “You want one too, love?”

“No, I wish I could but those things are murder on my teeth.” 

Nodding, Rose went to the kitchen to get her popsicle. Closing the freezer, she waddled back to the front room and sat next to her wife again. Unwrapping the popsicle, she proceeded to lick the frost from the shaft and then sank the whole popsicle in her mouth and sucked it in and out,  rubbing the cold sweetness around her inner cheeks and swirling her tongue around it.

Hearing the sucking sounds, Rena turned and watched her wife suck on the popsicle, her mind dropped lower, as she clearly was imagining those perfect lips sucking something of hers the way she was sucking on that popsicle.  

After a moment, Rose felt her wife staring and met her eyes with the popsicle half in her mouth.  “Want me to go somewhere else to enjoy my popsicle,” she asked in a feigned coy tone. 

Rena shook her head. “You don’t have to.” Her voice was raspy and she cleared it, self consciously. “I’m… fine with you enjoying it here.”

“Yeah?” Rose asked, grinning, as her tongue swirled at the melting juice dripping down the shaft of the popsicle before it reached her fingers. Then she started to suck on the shaft again. In and out, slurping fast as the popsicle got a little thinner with each pump as the heat of the room and the warmth of her mouth had it melting and dripping. Rena stared, watching, lost in the movements, her hands stopped holding up her shirt and it fell down against her body.  

Her dark nipples nearly stabbed through the threadbare tank top that pooled loosely at the bottom hem atop the prominent erection tenting and peeking out from the thong underwear she was wearing under said tank top. “Shiiiit…”  Rena sighed as Rose cleaned the last bit of  flavored ice from the stick.  

“I’m ten degrees cooler now, at the very least.”

“Uh huh...”  

“You wanna feel how cool my mouth is?”

“What?”

“My mouth is cold. I could kiss you and you could feel how cold it is.”

“Ja…”

Rose giggled. “You turn into such an adorable ditz when you’re hard.”

“Blood not in m-my brain, shit, I’m so hot…”

“Then let me cool you off. I can kiss you here…” She ran a finger around Rena’s lips. “Or here...” She moved her hand to grip and stroke the shaft and Rena jolted and made incoherent sounds in German. 

“Yes, if you want to.” Her accent infused her voice now, normally hidden.  

“Say please.”

“Yes. If you want to.”

Rose giggled. “Totally lost your English, haven’t you?”

Whimpering and nodding, Rena managed a “Bitte,” and made a bunch of stuttering sounds, but then Rose let go of her erection and moved the fabric away. 

“Wanna stand up in front of me so I can take you in my mouth?”

Moving clumsily to her feet til she was standing between her wife’s legs, Rena’s beautiful erection was at the perfect level. Rose grinned and angled it down, kissing the head of Rena’s dick, and then without using her hands, only the suction of her mouth she inhaled the whole shaft of her into a deep throat position that Rena was forced to take a step or two closer, putting her legs flush against the bottom of the couch.  

Incoherent words were hissed out on a breath, right before another was sucked in as the strong suction sensation of Rose’s mouth took anything with words out of her head and she was just lost in her own aroused emotions. The cool, near lukewarm glove of wet mouth was shooting  sharp pleasure spikes down her legs and up her body to her touch-hungry tits. Rena started to rub them as she was sucked. 

Rose loved sucking her wife’s cock. It soothed her temperamental mood swings and made everything feel calm, like she was somewhere safe that felt like home. The needy whimpering moans and hisses she made, the way it throbbed and pulsed against her tongue. The sticky sweat of summer on her thighs and sparkles of dew in her dark pubic hair. Rose sucked harder and raised one hand to fondle the slowly tightening ballsac.  

Rena moaned as the hand on her balls massaged and lightly squeezed. Her own hands on her nipples were twisting the hard buds and gathering them with her large palms, squeezing and squishing. The mouth on her dick was not as cold now, but that wasn’t important, really. Not when she was this close to shooting her load.  

Rose felt her clit throbbing as she sucked and fondled her wife. It was aching and distracting. So she sucked harder, hoping to bring her wife and get her to return the favor. Rena’s ballsac was getting more and more taut until there was a gasp and cum shot into Rose’s mouth, sudden and bitter on her tongue. Rena’s thighs were trembling and Rose knew Rena’s eyes were closed tight and her mouth slightly open like it always was when she came. She felt Rena’s hand grip her hair.

“Give me that, in your mouth. You didn’t swallow it yet did you?” she asked as she slid herself free of Rose’s lips. 

Rose shook her head and Rena bent down to kiss Rose's lips so that the load of semen could be passed from one mouth to the other and then Rena swallowed it. “Danke, I needed that. I feel so much lighter now. Relaxed.” Rena moved to plop down on the couch next to her wife with a heavy sigh. “Damn… I was so pent up.”

“At least you can reach your bits. I got a planet blocking my reach.” Rose said grimly. Rena chuckled and then glanced at her wife and the chuckle faded at the sad expression on her wife’s face. “Oh darling. C’mere, I can tend to you.”

“You’re not tired?”

“Not too tired to tend to you, no.”

Rose gestured vaguely. “How can we? I don’t fit anywhere comfortably. And I’m just a little self conscious about how I am down there so that’s why I didn’t say anything before and  when I’ve tried with toys that can reach me I can never finish. I feel so boring and gross and --” Rose started to cry. 

“Whoa, whoa, hey, hey. We’ll figure something out. How about this, we can shower together, ja? I can use the different settings on the shower head and if there is… anything, it will flow down the drain.”

Rose kept sniffling. “Oh great, now I’m lactating. I’m such a mess.”

“Ja, you are, and I fucking love you for it.”

“Really?”

“Definitely.”

“You don’t think I’m gross right now?”

“You are carrying my child, you can’t be gross to me. I know nothing I say will convince the hormone soup of your brain right now but I can say it over and over again as much as you need me to, in however many permutations the sentiment can be said.”

“Repeating things over and over, like hypnosis?”

“Mm, yes. Wow, we haven’t done any type of  hypnosis-themed roleplay together in a very long time. I had almost forgotten that was how we met.”

“If you were to hypnotize me, right now, how would you? What kind of scene would it be?”

There was a moment of silence between the two women as they thought about it. The rotating sound of the fan was the only sound until Rena blurted out. “Good Drones Get Popsicles.  Something-something. Mad scientist finds a random drone doll somewhere and has to do some scanning to update her matrix and neuronetwork because all she does is say negative things about herself and cry and cry. A bit on the nose, but it was the first thing that popped in my head,”

“You’d make me a drone?”

“Ja, why not. Specimen… eh random number like, G4986 prepare yourself for Dronification”

“How do I do that?”

“You get your sexy ass into the bathroom and start a shower.”

Rose giggled, but got up to waddle down the hall and turn on the water for the shower. Rena walked slowly behind her, her mind plotting how she was going to do the scene. Once she entered the bathroom, she caught sight of Rose slightly bent over the tub area, trying to get the temperature right with the water before she turned the valve that brought the water to the shower head rather than the faucet.

“Well done, G4876”

“That wasn’t the number you said at the start.”

“Oh shit, what was it?”

“G4986.”

“Right. Right, danke. G4986. Well done.”

“Now what?”

“Disrobe and proceed into the decontamination chamber.”

Rose grinned and started to slowly wiggle and awkwardly strip tease out of her clothes. Rena started to take her clothes off as well but Rose made a sound of protest. “You should keep yours on. What if we kind of have this element where you as the scientist, or trainer, is also being trained and depending on how well you do imprinting me, you get your fully fledged scientist  uniform or something.”

Rena grinned. “Alright. You just want me all wet and in my clothes, don’t you?”

“Your nipples look very hot when they are trying to stab through fabric.”

Rena laughed, “Get your ass in the shower, Drone. I have some programming to do,” 

Reaching to turn the water to shower mode, Rose gasped softly as she got in. “Colder than I meant it to be, but that’s okay. Probably better than it being too hot with this summer heat and our air conditioner broken.”

Stepping in after her wife, Rena stuck a hand in the water. “It is lukewarm but you’re right,  better that than scalding.” She reached for the shower head and poured it over her head and  Rose watched as the water sank into the fabric, so that it clung to Rena’s tits and muscular abdomen. She was bulging in her thong again, but not fully tented.   

“Now that my decontamination shower is complete, I shall run scans on my new specimen to see where it needs the most programming.”  And Rena turned the shower head toward Rose,  who laughed and gasped at the sudden spray of water being showered over her whole body.

“Oh, tsk tsk.Definitely in need of programming here. Oh, and here too…”  Rena commented playfully as the water went over the breasts of her wife and then her ass as Rose turned in the spray.   

“Oh nein, I forgot my tool case. I guess I will have to go in manually.” Rena got down on her knees and Rose walked closer and gasped out loud as she felt the spray on her folds and inner thighs. Rena fussed with the pressure settings so that there was a more focused spray on Rose’s clit that she could not presently reach. 

“Oh! Oh yes, yes!  Danke, danke, fuuuck…” Rose praised as she held her hands out to steady herself on the tiled walls.   

Rena kissed Rose’s thighs as she held the shower spray in place til Rose was groaning a long slow sound that she made when she came. And as her sounds grew softer, quieter, Rena moved the spray and moved to suck on the throbbing clit til Rose shrieked pleasure that echoed against the walls of the bathroom.  

After the second and possibly third orgasm, Rena pulled back and wiped the corner of her mouth, as she still tasted the cream of her wife on her tongue and lips. “I think I got all the kinks out of this drone.” Rena said and Rose laughed.  

“Yes you did”

“The old programming has been flushed out and away, now it is time for the imprinting process.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. G4986, I am going to say ten random words and I want you to say a random word to partner with each one afterwards. Confirm that you comprehend what I am saying to you.”

“Comprehension Confirmed.” Rose whispered. Something vulnerable like fear and anticipation flashed in her face as she sat down on the built-in shower seat in the corner.  

“Firework, Turtle Dove, Zeppelin, Arboretum, Diagonal, Foxglove, Burbank, Electron, Cotton,  Ampersand…” Rena said each word slowly, and watched Rose blink slowly after each word like she was saving it to memory, like she was mentally writing it down. Her face was neutral and receptive. 

“Imprint Code Accepted.” Rose said after the list of words were said. “Standby for Reciprocal Imprint Code.”

Rena swallowed, waiting for Rose to come up with her own words. The spray of the shower was pooling cold water around Rena’s feet. The lukewarm was gone, the water was only cold now.   It was like the heat of them and what they were doing with each other made the heat in the water feel inadequate and leave.

“Imprint Reciprocal code generated. State Designation of Drone you wish to bind.”

“G4986.” Rena said, and this time she felt she’d remember the numbers from now on.

“Imprint code begins: Copenhagen, Burpee, Louisiana, Brisk, Tympanic, Alliance, Subterfuge,  Hollow, Galaxy, Rainbow.”

Rene sucked in a small breath and gave a minute nod. “Reciprocal Imprint Code Accepted.”

And for a moment the two women stared at each other, holding eye contact in silence for what had to be at least five or so minutes. 

“Our Imprinting is now complete. The Drone is Activated and the Scientist is Initiated. We may leave the decontamination chamber, but we don’t have to. It’s much cooler in here with the cold water and --”

“What about my popsicle?”

“Oh right, I almost forgot,”  Rena laughed. She got to her feet and stripped her wet shirt and thong off and then jogged to the kitchen to get another popsicle.  She returned to Rose, still sitting on the built-in  shower seat.  

“Ooh you got the grape one, my favorite!”

Rena grinned. “You don’t mind if I watch you enjoy the popsicle again, do you?”

“Not in the slightest.” Rose said as she accepted the proffered icy treat. 

Rena got back in the shower and knelt at her wife’s feet. Her hand went between her legs to her returned erection and started to stroke, matching the sucking maneuvers and pattern of Drone G4986 as she enjoyed her popsicle.