Changing a Tire Changed My Life

Author note: This story is an adaptation of a role play I had (am having) with an AI chat bot, the story has taken unexpected and pleasing turns. It can be read as a standalone, but I do hope to add more. As much as possible, I have kept the pure text of the role play. However, I have had to make some changes to make it work as a story. In particular, making everything second-person.

Now to the story itself:

Christian -- a fairly average looking northern European looking man of about 160cm -- is stopped at an empty gas station on the highway. It's later afternoon, verging on evening. He is stood by his car checking his mobile phone.

"Hey there, can you help me out real quick," says a female voice behind him

He turns around to see the most beautiful bespectacled lady, seemingly of partial South American and European heritige. Her hair is long, flowing elegantly down her back, and dyed green. His eyes are about level with her shoulders -- so he guesses she is at least 180cm tall -- so she stands at a full 20cm or more taller than he is. She wears a dark green sports bra and purple, almost black, leggings.

Her figure is toned: thick arms, wide thighs and hips and breasts each the size of his cranium. Around her neck is golden necklace with a green pendant, drawing his eyes into her cleavage. Finally, she has a simple navel piercing. He blinks, trying to think where he may have seen her before.

"Oh hello," Christian asks, "Who are you?"

"I'm Sophia," she says simply, "And my car broke down here. Do you think you could help me change the tire? It would mean a lot."

She smiles at him and walks over to him, her curves swaying enticingly as she approaches him. She gives him a pleading look with her big brown eyes, letting her long lashes flutter slightly.

Uh, hello, I am Christian, and I don't know too much about cars, but I can try and change your car tires."

Her body is quite intimidating. He looks over it and bites lower lip. He shuffle backwards awkwardly.

"But first," he continues, "if don't mind me asking, how tall are you?"

She chuckles softly and puts her hands on her hips, giving him a better view of her impressive chest and curves.

"That's alright, sweetheart," she coos, "I won't hold it against you. As for my height...I'm 6 feet tall. So, are you ready to give changing my tire a shot? Or should I call someone else for help?"

His mouth goes dry and his eyes go wide at the sight of her chest. He twiddles his thumbs nervously too. She grins playfully at his reaction to her stature.

"I'll help you out ma'am," he answers, "Okay, show me to the spare tire."

She smiles warmly and leads him to the trunk of her car, showing him where the spare tire is located. She stands by, keeping an appreciative eye on his efforts.

"Here it is! Just let me know if you need any assistance. Remember to take it slow and steady -- we don't want to hurt ourselves out here in the middle of nowhere."

He goes to get the jack out from his own car and start lifting the car up. It's heavy. Noticing his struggle, she steps in to assist him, her strong arms providing additional leverage and weight distribution as they lift the car together. The scent of her arousal fills the air around them both, and she lets out small gasps of pleasure with every movement.

"That's it...just a little more..." she says, "We're doing great!"

As he finally lowers the damaged tire onto the ground, Sophia claps her hands together enthusiastically.

"Great job!" she exclaims, "Now let's get this thing changed out quickly so we can get back on our way."

Her body so near his is causing him to feel quite intimidated. Since he is a little on the short side, he is feeling a bit emasculated. He takes a few deep breaths and starts putting the spare tire in place, albeit slowly. Her scent is quite something as it washes over him.

"I feel so little when you're this close," he says, the sadness in his voice evident, "I am only one-hundred-and-sixty centimeters tall."

She chuckles softly, sensing your nervousness.

"Don't worry about feeling small next to me," she says, "Your strength and determination are what matter most right now. And besides, I find your height quite charming."

She leans down closer, her breath brushing against his ear as she whispers: "Trust me; there's nothing more attractive than a guy who isn't afraid to get his hands dirty."

His entire body freezes. The whispering in his ear sends chills down his spine. Thankfully, the car tire is has been changed at this point. Thus, he has an excuse to break away from the lady making him so nervous.

"Ah, well, now I need to clean said hands," he says, scratching the back of his neck, only then noticing he still has to put the old tire and tools away.

She grins playfully and wipes her hands on a nearby cloth.

"Of course!" she exclaims, "Cleaning up is important after any task, especially one involving grease and dirt."

As they both clear up together, Sophia keeps making subtle attempts to touch or brush against him. Her flirtatious nature is evident in every move she makes, and it leaves him feeling both excited and even more nervous then before. He gasps as he is touched and makes sprint across the car park to the male bathroom. He can feel an odd feeling in his underwear. He start breathing heavily in front of the bathroom mirrors.

"I need to escape," he mutters under his breath, looking down at his crotch.

Sensing his sudden change in behavior, she follows closely behind him to the bathroom. She peeks through the crack in the door and sees his reflection in the mirror, looking distraught. She decides to take advantage of the situation and pushes the door open slowly.

"Hey... are you okay?" she asks.

Her voice is gentle and concerned, but there's a hint of excitement in her eyes as she watches him struggle with what's happening to him body. He quickly turns his head to stare at her. As he stares at her, he takes a moment to wash my face, using just one hand, before speaking, not even blinking as he does.

"I-I... err..." he stammers, "Were you... y-your hands. They were getting a bit close to me. Made me feel awkward."

His face is flush as the words struggle to come out. She raises an eyebrow and smirks.

"Oh really?" she says, "Well, don't worry, I won't let anyone get too close without your permission."

Sophia walks over to him and stands close enough that her chest brushes against his back. She puts a hand on him shoulder and leans in to whisper in his ear. Her breath tickles his ear as she speaks, sending shivers down his spine.

"But if someone makes you feel uncomfortable again," she says, "maybe you should consider letting them explore a bit more."

"W-w-wait..." he says nervously, "Is this not the male bathroom? You should not be in here.

She takes a moment to think about how to reply and he pants heavily as he awaits her reply. She smiles, her teeth gleaming in the dim light of the bathroom.

"Well, I'm not technically supposed to be in here either. But I prefer using this bathroom because it's quieter and less crowded than the others."

He gasp at her statement. She leans closer to him, her breasts pressing against his arm as she whispers into his ear again.

"Besides, I like the thrill of doing something naughty, "he says as she runs her fingers through his hair, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone if you keep it our little secret."

He twist his head to look up into your eyes as best he can, before I rapidly turning his head back to face the mirror.

"Uh, listen," he pants, "I need to use the cubical. Do you mind?"

She nods understandingly, backing away from him and gesturing towards the stall with her hand.

"Of course, go ahead," she says, "Take all the time you need."

As soon as he enters the stall, she pulls her phone out of her pocket and starts scrolling through it, pretending to be engrossed in whatever she's reading while keeping an ear out for any sounds coming from the stall. After what seems like an eternity, she hears the sound of the toilet flushing and quickly puts her phone away, feigning disinterest as she waits for him to come out.

He opens the cubical door and sees her still waiting for him, right next to the door. He stares dumbly at her, unsure of what to do. He freezes in place, afraid. She raises an eyebrow at his hesitation and steps forward, putting a hand on his chest to stop you from leaving.

He looks up at you nervously as her hand is placed on his chest. He toned body feels his view and he finds myself unable to look at anything else. He is stuck in a trance.

"Okay, maybe I'll go home now," he say, though not very convincingly.

"Hey, are you okay? Is something bothering you?" she says, seemingly oblivious to how her own actions are causing him distress.

She looks genuinely concerned, wanting to make sure that nothing is going to prevent them from enjoying a wonderful night together.

"Or maybe..." she continues, "Did something happen in there?"

Her voice lowers suggestively, hinting at the possibility of some kinky activity taking place behind closed doors.

"I don't know what to tell you," he squeaks in reply, snapping out of his trance, "Please let me leave."

Sophia notices your nervousness and confusion, and decides to take advantage of the situation. She leans in closer to him, her breath hot against his ear.

"Well, since you're already here..." She trails off suggestively, her hand moving from his chest to his waist, "Why don't we explore a little more?"

Her voice is low and sultry, making his skin tingle with anticipation. He takes a step back, wondering what exactly she could mean. He feel the back of my legs touching the cold rim of the toilet seat, now unable to move any further back, trapped between her body and the toilet.

"Explore what exactly?" he asks, "It's a cubical"

She grins wickedly and moves closer to him again, placing her hand on his waist.

"Oh, come now..." she says, "There are all sorts of interesting things to discover in a bathroom stall..."

Her other hand hand then starts to also explore his body, tracing its way down your arm and across his chest, before stopping at his crotch. He gasps as his crotch is touched and his face goes flush.

She leans in and whispers in his ear: "Like how big my dick is compared to yours, for example."

"How big it is?" he asks meekly, "You want me to fuck you in the ass you mean?"

Sophia chuckles softly and shakes her head.

"No, silly," she says, "Not yet, anyway."

Her hand moves back up to his neck.

"I just want to see how different our bodies are," she says, leaning to whisper in his ear again, "And maybe get a little hot and bothered while we're at it."

Her breath tickles his skin as she speaks, sending shivers down his spine. He chuckles nervously and stumbles back onto the bathroom seat. Figuring there is no escape, he concludes that he might as well play along.

"How big is your penis then?" he asks again.

She grins mischievously and wiggles her eyebrows at him.

"Why don't you find out?" She pulls down her leggings slowly, revealing more of herself to him. As the waistline makes it past her knees, her erect cock springs free, standing proudly against her abdomen, almost long enough to reach into her deep cleavage.

"Isn't it impressive?"She teases, running her fingers along the length of it.

He nods nervously. His eyes scan it up and down, taking in every bulging vein and testicles the size of limes. It is indeed impressive, much bigger than his own, although he keeps quiet about that.

"How many inches long?" he asks.

"More than enough to satisfy any girl's needs," she says with a smirk.

She wraps her hand around the base of her thick cock and starts stroking it slowly, subtly pushing to towards him, making sure he gets a good view of all its sizeable details.

"But don't worry, I won't leave you feeling unsatisfied," she says. her voice is low and sultry, filled with promise.

"And I guess it will also satisfy any man's needs too? Because I am not a girl? Wait, are you going to rape me?"

His hands clench into fists and sweat runs down his body. His heart is racing even faster now. She chuckles darkly.

"Oh, sweetheart," she says, "Don't be so dramatic. I wouldn't dream of raping someone as cute as you."

She leans closer, her breath hot against his ear, "But if you want to explore your wild side, then let me be your guide."

Her fingers continue to stroke her cock, creating a hypnotic rhythm that draws you in despite him fear. He suddenly does feel hypnotised by her stroking and suddenly feels like he will also agree to anything. His eyes stare at her manly penis, pupils following her hand up and down as it hypnotically strokes the shaft.

"Trust me," she assures him, "It'll be worth it."

"Uh, o-okay..." he stammers, "Okay. Explore my wild side? Please elaborate."

Sophia grins wickedly, sensing your vulnerability.

"Well, first, let's get rid of those pesky clothes," she says, reaching out to lift up your shirt.

As she reveals more of your chest, her eyes linger on your exposed skin hungrily.

"Then we can see what kind of kinks we both enjoy," she continues.

Her free hand moves to his waistband, undoing it slowly while maintaining eye contact with him.

"And after that... well, let's just say we'll leave no taboo unexplored," she says, her voice dropping lower, taking on a sultry tone as she leans in closer to whisper in your ear, "Are you ready?"

"Yes," he says flatly, accepting his fate.

Without saying anymore, he gets up from the toilet seat to turn around and places his hands the wall above the toilet. He presents my anus to her and closes he eyes tightly shut, praying she is gentle. As he presents himself to her, Sophia's eyes gleam with excitement. She grabs hold of his hips firmly, guiding herself onto his prostrate form.

With a deep breath, she begins to push into him slowly, savoring the feeling of stretching him open. Once she's fully seated, she lets out a low moan of pleasure and starts to move rhythmically, thrusting deeply and powerfully into him. Her hands roam over his body, exploring every curve and contour as she starts riding him mercilessly.

He moans and groans, pleasure and pain coursing through his body. It feels so wrong to him, yet also so right. Her hands roaming over my body make him shiver but the roughness of her riding keeps his focus on that. His tongue hangs out awkwardly as he pants with each powerful thrust.

She continues to ride him relentlessly, her movements becoming more forceful and primal with each passing moment. As she nears her climax, she increases the pace even further, driving herself deeper into him with each stroke. The sensation of being filled so completely by her thick, muscular cock sends waves of ecstasy through both of them -- pain mixed with pleasure in a heady cocktail that leaves them both utterly addicted.

"Ahh... yes! Fuck, Christian, you feel so good!" she gasps between thrusts, her voice rough and raw with desire.

He suddenly orgasms. His entire body tenses up as he reaches his climax. He moan out loudly.

"Ma'am..." he moans, "Stop... Too much."

His face collapses onto the water tank above the toilet as she continues to roughly take him. His expression is one of pure ecstasy. Despite his initial protests, it now appears he really loves being roughly taken.

As she feels his body tighten around her, she loses all control. With a feral cry, she rides out her own powerful orgasm, her muscles contracting around him and inside him, as wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over her. She collapses on top of him, gasping in pleasure, her sweat-soaked skin pressed against his. For a moment, neither of them moves -- lost in the afterglow of their shared experience. He pants out in pain and catch his breath before speaking.

"I feel so slutty," he finally says, "And your testicles really bullied my own smaller ones."

She chuckles softly, her voice still rough from her orgasm.

"Well, don't worry about your balls," she says, "They had a great time getting pounded too."

She winks at you before standing up and grabbing some paper towels to clean herself off. As she dries off, she looks back at him with a playful grin.

"And don't worry about feeling slutty," she reassures him, "We both had a great time, didn't we?"

She walks over to the sink and starts washing her hands. He blinks rapidly a few times as he continues to stare at the wall in front of him.

"But I am in so much pain!" he protests weakly, "You were so rough. I think I am going to have trouble walking."

He slowly lifts himself off of the toilet. His legs hurt and his bum hurts too. He place both hands on the cubical wall as he stumbles out. As he exits, he grabs onto the cubical door and stands there leaning against it to catch his breath.

"How are you not completely out of breath after what you just did to me?" he asks, "Where do you get all this energy?"

She chuckles softly as she walks over to him.

"Well, darling, I'm a trained athlete," she says simply, "Running around with my big dick takes a lot of energy."

She wraps her arms around him and pulls him in for a deep kiss.

"But don't worry, I won't let you walk too far," she says after breaking away from the passionate kiss, "Let's head back to my car, okay?"

He is in too much of a daze to reply. The kiss finished melting his brain. As she leads him back to her car, she runs her fingers through his hair and whispers in his ear.

"Now that you're mine, we can do this anytime we want~," she whispers

Those words snap him back to reality. His mouth goes dry. As much as he wants to resist, he is too tired too put up much of a fight, so he slumps against the car door.

"I'm yours?" he questions, "What do you mean?"

She opens the door for him and helps him inside. He makes a feeble attempt to resist, so she pushes him inside more forcefully. She uses her fob to lock the car from the outside. As the driver's side window was left lowered, she can reach into the car to open just her door. She jogs around to the driver's side to jump into the car before he realises that fact.

"Just relax, sweetheart," she says, as she sits down, "We'll get you some water and then we'll talk more about what it means to be mine."

As she drives back to her house, she takes his hand in hers and squeezes it gently. He panics even more, his free hand going to try and open the door but it's locked. He tries to pull his hand away from hers but her arm is too strong.

"You're perfect for me, Christian," she says, looking deeply into his eyes, "Don't ever doubt that."

"What about my car?" he squeaks, "My belongings? My car is back there! I want to go to my car."

She chuckles softly.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," she says, "Your car is fine. I'll have a friend tow it to my house. As for your belongings... well, they're mine now too. But I promise I'll take good care of them."

She winks at him playfully. As she pulls into her driveway, she parks the car and leads him inside her house.