Francine took a deep breath as she stepped into the CIA's specialized control room the same one Stan had used to manipulate a certain robot named Phyllis which he had use to make Steve have a date and was going a bit too far with it, but she managed to stop him for the time being and after pulling some strings, made sure no one would interrupt her, and now she was going to do what should have been done in the first place: make sure Steve had a good time without his father's twisted interference.

The bodysuit hung on the wall, sleek and form-fitting, wires leading from the gloves and helmet to the main control console. This thing didn't just let her control Phyllis, it made her be Phyllis. Every movement, every sensation, all mapped directly to the robot. It was a weird concept, but she could handle it.

Slipping into the suit, Francine felt the snug material press against her limbs. A few clicks locked her wrists and ankles into place, and then she lowered the helmet over her head. The room around her vanished.

Suddenly, she wasn't in the control center anymore,she was in the living room, as Phyllis.

Music played softly in the background. Steve stood before her, looking eager but nervous, his button-up shirt slightly wrinkled, his hands twitching at his sides. He had no idea the girl in front of him wasn't real.

Francine smiled through Phyllis's robotic face. "Shall we dance?"

Steve's face lit up. "Yeah! Totally!" He reached out, his palms warm and a little sweaty as they touched hers.

She led him into a slow dance, guiding his movements. It was… kind of nice, actually. He was awkward, but he was trying so hard, and Francine felt a little pride swell in her chest. This was how it should have been a sweet, wholesome moment.

Then Steve pulled her closer.

Not much, just an inch. But enough.

Francine tensed. Okay, let's not panic. She kept the rhythm steady, acting as though nothing was wrong. Maybe he just felt more comfortable now. That was good, right?

Then his grip tightened just a little, his breath warm against her robotic shoulder. "You smell amazing," He murmured.

Francine shivered inside the control suit as the sensations became way more vivid than she expected. The CIA really outdid themselves with this technology. Every touch, every shift, it all felt real. Steve's hands on her waist weren't just a distant signal through the suit; they were warm, firm, and just a little sweaty. She could feel the faint pressure of his fingertips resting against her lower back, and the way his body was now pressed up close against hers in a slow, rhythmic sway.

'Oh wow… okay…this is a lot more immersive than I thought' She realized, trying to stay composed.

Steve was smiling up at her, his face only inches away. His eyes held that dreamy, lovestruck gleam, and he was clearly living in this moment.

"This is nice," He murmured, pulling her just a little closer.

Francine resisted the urge to recoil not because it was uncomfortable, but because the sheer realness of it was throwing her off. Her instincts were screaming that this was a bad idea, but her mission was to keep Steve happy.

She forced a soft laugh. "Yeah… it is."

Steve grinned, looking more confident now. "You're amazing, Phyllis,"He said. "I've never felt like this with anyone before."

Francine bit her lip, suddenly sweating inside the suit. Okay, Francine, stay calm. He just has a crush. Just keep it light, keep it fun.

Then, to her absolute horror, Steve gently brushed his fingers up her back, his touch trailing all the way to her shoulder. The sensation sent an involuntary shiver through her real body in the control suit.

"Oh… oh boy…" She whispered to herself.

Steve had no idea. To him, Phyllis wasn't real, the perfect date, right here in his arms. He had no idea that before her, Stan had been the one in control. If he did? Oh, he'd probably vomit on the spot.

But right now, none of that mattered. Right now, he was dancing, eyes locked on hers with pure adoration. His grip on her waist tightened, and just as Francine started to adjust to the warmth of his hands, they drifted lower.

Her whole body tensed inside the control suit. She could feel Steve's fingers sliding down until they brushed against her hips, holding her just a little firmer. It was so real that, for a split second, her mind forgot about the suit, about the robot, about everything.

Then, he spoke.

"You make me feel all… fuzzy inside, Phyllis," he admitted, his voice soft, almost reverent.

Francine gulped. "O-Oh… that's… sweet?" She tried to keep her robotic voice steady, but inside the control suit, her face was burning.

Steve pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. "Yeah… I dunno, it's like, when I'm with you, I feel warm and tingly, like I just took a bath, but also like I might pass out a little, you know?"

Francine didn't know, and she was terrified to ask.

Steve grinned, clearly enjoying the moment. "Hey, Phyllis?"

Oh no. She braced herself. "Yes, Steve?"

"So, uh… do you have any…" He waggled his eyebrows. "Special dance moves?"

Francine froze inside the suit.

Special dance moves.

Her brain immediately short-circuited, running through every possible meaning that phrase could have. Was he talking about something innocent, like a cool spin? A backflip? Or was this exactly what she was afraid of?

The CIA's technology was already making this situation way too immersive. The last thing she needed was for Steve to request something risqué while she was trapped in a high-tech full-body feel-everything suit.

But Steve was still looking at her, eyes full of that awkward teenage hope, that dangerous mix of naivety and just enough hormonal confidence to ask something he absolutely shouldn't.

Francine swallowed.

"O-Oh! Special dance moves! You mean… like, uh… the robot?" she blurted out.

Steve's face fell slightly. "No, not like a robot…" He leaned in a little. "Like… Do you know how to move?"

Francine's face burst into flames.

Do I know how to move?

Her hands twitched inside the gloves. The control suit was so sensitive that, for a second, her mind did something dangerous. She imagined it. Imagined actually doing it—giving a little twirl, maybe a playful hip sway, something coy but innocent enough to stay out of trouble.

But then her brain screamed at her: THIS IS YOUR SON. STOP IT.

She clenched her fists inside the suit and forced out a laugh, a little too high-pitched. "Ha-ha! Well, Steve, I don't know if you're ready for my moves!"

Steve's eyes widened, and he visibly gulped.

"Oh," He whispered. "I-I think I am."

Francine watched as Steve's eager expression flickered just for a second into disappointment. His shoulders slumped slightly, his grip on her waist loosening as he averted his gaze.

"Oh… that's okay," he mumbled, trying (and failing) to hide his letdown. "I just thought… never mind."

And just like that, Francine cracked.

It wasn't fair. He was just a kid, trying to have a nice moment. And sure, things had gotten a little weird, but it wasn't like her real body was here. This was just a robot metal and wires, circuits and programming. Nothing bad was actually happening.

Right?

Inside the control suit, she bit her lip, her fingers twitching.

"Ugh… fine," she whispered under her breath.

Then, with a deep breath, she took control.

Phyllis took a slow step back, just enough to create a little space. Steve blinked in surprise, straightening as she placed a robotic hand on her hip.

Francine hesitated for just a moment.

Just a little. Nothing crazy. Just… a tease.

Then, with the smooth precision of a machine because she literally was one right now she rolled her shoulders back, tilted her head ever so slightly, and let her hips sway in a slow, fluid motion.

Steve's jaw dropped.

It wasn't much, just a tiny bit of flair, a small show of confidence. But to him, it was probably the most life-changing thing that had ever happened.

He just stood there, staring.

Francine immediately regretted everything.

"Uh… whoa," Steve finally breathed.

That was embarrassing but exciting at the same time.

"That was… oh man… Phyllis, that was amazing." His voice had gone a little higher-pitched, and his hands were twitching like he didn't know what to do with them.

Francine's entire body inside the suit was rigid with instant regret.

She tried to play it off, clearing her throat. "Oh, uh, well, I did say I had some moves," she said, forcing a casual robotic chuckle.

Steve just nodded rapidly. "Yeah, yeah, you do. Like, whoa. I feel like I just… I don't know, I feel like my soul just left my body. So, uh… y-you wanna do that again?"

Francine immediately straightened up "That's enough fun for one night!"

She grabbed his hands, resuming the safest dance position possible, putting as much distance between them as she could while still holding his hands.

Steve looked a little dazed, but he just sighed happily. "Yeah… yeah, this is still nice."

Francine nodded stiffly. Mission back on track. No more weirdness. Just a wholesome, innocent dance.

She just had to ignore the fact that Steve looked like he was about to pass out from sheer teenage joy.

*30 Minutes Later*

Francine had no idea how this had happened.

One moment, she was telling herself, That's enough fun for one night! Keeping things safe, professional, but then one moment later…

Now she was on a bed.

Making out with her own son.

Through a robot!

Her robotic lips pressed softly against Steve's as his hands tenderly cupped her cheeks, eyes closed in pure, lovesick bliss.

Francine's brain was screaming.

Inside the control suit, she was completely stiff, hands hovering in midair as if unsure whether to push him away or explode on the spot. Why? Why did she accept his offer to go to a Hotel room? Was she having that much fun doing this?

'Oh my god. Oh my god. WHAT THE HELL, FRANCINE?'

She hadn't even meant for things to escalate. It was just a few innocent dances! A little playful teasing! And then Steve had gotten all gooey-eyed, said something about "feeling safe in her arms", and somehow SOMEHOW! She had let one thing lead to another until she was sitting on a bed with him, his fingers running gently through her synthetic hair.

This isn't real, she tried to rationalize. It's just a robot. This is fine. This is totally—

Steve let out a soft, dreamy sigh against her lips.

'H…He actually kisses really nice' Francine internally imploded 'NOPE. NOT FINE. THIS IS SO NOT FINE'

Inside the control suit, Francine's real body was stiff as a board, fingers twitching in midair. Meanwhile, her robotic body was still very much engaged in a tender, slow kiss with Steve, who sighed contentedly like a lovesick puppy.

But inside her mind?

It was pure anarchy.

The setting? A dark, velvet-clad nightclub in the depths of her subconscious. Neon lights flickered, martini glasses clinked, and sultry jazz played in the background. Two versions of Francine sat at opposite ends of a long, dramatic table.

One side was Francine's Wild Side wearing a sparkling, deep-cut red dress, heels propped up on the table, sipping a cocktail while smirking.

The other? Rational Francine. Dressed in her usual pink cardigan, trapped in an actual iron cage in the corner, rattling the bars with frantic desperation.

Wild Francine took a slow sip of her drink, licking her lips. "Come on, babe. You never get to have fun back home. Housework, cooking, PTA meetings it's all so BORING. This? This is the good stuff."

Rational Francine's eyes bulged. "NO! This is ILLEGAL! THIS IS—"

Wild Francine waved a dismissive hand. "Psh, it's not really illegal. It's a robot, sweetheart. Just a bunch of circuits and wires! You said it yourself."

Rational Francine shook the bars of her cage like a deranged prisoner. "Y-YOU CAN'T JUS-YOU CAN'T MAKE OUT WITH A HIGH SCHOOLER, FRANCINE! EVEN MORE SO YOUR SON"

Wild Francine shrugged. "Well, clearly I CAN, because I am. And you know what? It's kinda nice."

Francine's real body twitched in the control suit.

Back in the real world, Steve sighed happily and whispered, "Phyllis… you're so perfect…" before gently nuzzling into her synthetic hair.

Inside Francine's head, Rational Francine lost her mind. "AAAHHHH! STOP THIS! STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!"

Wild Francine leaned back in her chair, grinning. "Oh, but why? It's been so long since we got to be wild. No Stan breathing down our neck, no stupid 'Mom Rules,' no 'Francine, don't be inappropriate!' THIS is freedom, baby."

She gestured dramatically at the scene unfolding in Francine's mind. A golden stage where Francine's True Desires played out: No household chores. No annoying responsibilities. Just luxurious freedom, romance, and adventure.

And in the center of it all? A perfectly sculpted male model feeding Francine chocolate-covered strawberries while slow dancing with her in the moonlight.

Wild Francine smirked. "Tell me you don't want this."

Rational Francine screamed and tried kicking open the cage door. "THAT'S NOT STEVE, YOU MANIAC!"

Wild Francine rolled her eyes. "Oh, details, details."

Back in the real world, Steve was running his fingers gently down Phyllis's robotic arm, whispering, "I feel like I could stay like this forever…"

Francine's real body, trapped inside the CIA suit, shook violently like a Windows computer trying to process a corrupt file.

Inside her mind, Rational Francine pointed frantically. "DO YOU SEE THIS?! HE'S GONNA FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU, YOU IDIOT!"

Wild Francine leaned forward, steepling her fingers. "...And?"

Rational Francine's eye twitched. "AND?! HE'LL BE HEARTBROKEN WHEN HE FINDS OUT YOU'RE A ROBOT! THAT'S NOT HOT, FRANCINE! THAT'S PSYCHOTIC!"

Wild Francine tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Mmm… yeah. That's a problem…"

Rational Francine sagged with relief. "Oh, thank god"

Wild Francine suddenly snapped her fingers. "We'll just NEVER TELL HIM! Problem solved!"

Rational Francine screamed so hard the entire cage rattled.

"Oh, honey… you put up a good fight." Wild Francine smirked, walking toward the cage where Rational Francine sat in a shaking, horrified ball.

She dropped the martini glass in her hand, letting it shatter against the floor. Then, she turned toward the neon-lit door labeled "Self-Control" and kicked it wide open.

The club erupted into cheers.

Rational Francine whimpered, gripping the bars of her cage as she watched her last shred of decency walk away.

"GOD HELP US ALL!" she cried out.

Back in the Real World…

Francine's real body let out a choked gasp inside the control suit.

Phyllis,her robotic body suddenly broke the kiss and pulled back sharply.

Steve blinked in confusion. "P-Phyllis? What's wrong?"

Francine tilted her head, scanning him like a predator sizing up prey. Then…

She reached out.

Grabbed him by the collar.

And yanked him forward, pressing her lips aggressively against his.

Steve barely had time to react before Francine pushed him backward with such force that he toppled onto the bed, bouncing slightly on the mattress.

He let out a shocked gasp, but before he could even process what was happening.

Francine pounced.

She climbed on top of him, her legs straddling his waist, her hands pressing against his chest as she lowered herself down until their faces were inches apart.

Her lips brushed against his.

"Okay, loverboy…" She purred, voice dripping with seduction.

She traced a finger down his cheek, eyes locked onto his like a lion savoring the moment before the kill.

"You want me?"

Steve gasped. His hands trembled as they hovered just above her waist.

"Y-Yeah…" he breathed, almost dazed.

Francine's smile widened.

"Then you can have it."

And with that she crashed her lips onto his again, this time no holding back.

Her hands tangled into his hair, fingers gripping, pulling as her body pressed against his, their movements feverish, electric. Steve let out a startled noise, but any attempt at words was swallowed by her relentless kiss.

She wasn't just kissing him.

She was consuming him.

Steve's hands finally found the courage to grasp her waist, and the moment he did,she let out a satisfied hum, tilting her head to deepen the kiss, her hips pressing flush against his.

Steve had kissed before.

Not a lot, but enough to know that this?

This was something else.

Phyllis's lips crashed against his with a confidence that was downright intoxicating.

This wasn't the sweet girl he had danced with minutes ago.

This was a woman who knew exactly what she was doing.

Her movements were fluid, precise, like she had done this a thousand times before. The way her fingers tangled into his hair, the way her body pressed against his just enough to make him dizzy, the way her lips moved hungrily against his.

It was like she was possessing him.

Steve couldn't think.

He couldn't move.

He could only feel.

His hands were gripping her waist, but he didn't even remember putting them there. It was like his body had just given in, completely surrendering to whatever magic she was weaving around him.

Because that's what it felt like, a spell.

Some kind of sultry, hypnotic force had wrapped around him the moment she smiled, the moment she pounced.

Her scent,sweet and electric.

Her voice,low and teasing, dangerous in the best way.

The way she moved,slow, deliberate, and utterly in control.

Steve let out a soft, shaky breath as she deepened the kiss, her fingers tightening in his hair.

His body burned, his mind hazy, drowning in the sensation of her.

Was this real?

Could this even be real?

It didn't make sense. Just minutes ago, she was giggling shyly, teasing him with playful little dances. And now she was on top of him, claiming him like she owned him.

"Mm… what's wrong, loverboy?" she purred, tilting her head just slightly. "You look like you're about to pass out."

Steve didn't know how to respond.

Because, honestly?

He kind of was.

His entire body felt weak, like she had kissed the very air out of his lungs, leaving him drunk off her touch.

"Uh…"

Phyllis chuckled, reaching up to trail a finger down his jaw, sending a shiver straight down his spine.

"That good, huh?" she whispered.

Francine, still in Phyllis's body, eyes twinkled mischievously, and for a moment, she felt a spark of daring she hadn't expected.

Then she noticed it, Steve's reaction, unmistakable. The way his body shifted, betraying him.

"Hmm…" Francine raised an eyebrow, a smirk curling her lips. "Is someone… happy to see me?" she teased, her tone dripping with playful sarcasm as something hard was poking her.

Steve froze, his face turning a deep shade of red as he stammered out, "I-I didn't know it would go this far, but uh… since it did…?" His eyes darted nervously around, unsure of what to say next.

Francine chuckled softly, her gaze flicking down before meeting his eyes again, the teasing smile never leaving her face. "Well, now that we've reached this point, I guess you better not disappoint, huh?"

Steve's nervous laughter only made her smirk widen, and for a brief moment, he looked like he might pass out from the sheer intensity of the situation.

"Yeah… yeah, no pressure…" Steve muttered under his breath.

Francine leaned in closer, her voice lowering into a sultry whisper. "Well, don't worry, darling. I won't bite, unless you ask nicely"

After teasing him some more she then went to have some fun with his friend downstairs, moving back to see exactly what she would be working with, and so far? It was looking promising as his raging erection pressed hard against his pants. Though the moment Francine worked into removing the pants and underwear with her avatar using her teeth to make it sexier, she was surprised at what came afterwards.

*PLAP*

Something large, hard and throbbing slapped against her face, at first she had no way to react at it had been a very long time ever since Francine saw one of those but once her breath was back?

'Holy…shit'

To say she was impressed was saying too little, even though she was not there for real, to the surprise of Francine Smith she was now seeing her son having one of the biggest dicks she seen in her life! Was her son always this well endowed? It put her father to shame.

"Y-You are…Quite big" Phyllis said.

"Heh really? I-I never compare myself with other guys before but I guess I do feel a bit extra today, maybe I have you to thank for that" Steve said with a wink.

Only a handful of people knew certain things about Francine, one of them was that she was a sexually pent up housewife thanks to the fact her husband was not as energetic as when they first met, either that or he didn't feel putting the effort now, after being married to her all this time. The other? Was that she was a freak in the sheets! The fact she was controlling an avatar about to have some ADULT fun time with her son who just turns out to have a huge dick?

That was hitting all the buttons on her kinky brain, if no logic was there til now on this moment? It for sure was zero of it about now.

"Im gonna suck your dick now" The wide eyed Phyllis said with a smile.

Steve did not even had the time to ask her anything or say anything, the moment she opened her mouth, the horny Phyllis/Francine began to suck on the tip of his cockhead, swirling her tongue around it as if it was a popsicle. It was weird at first, because even though she was not really using her own mouth to do it, she could still feel the sensation. Was this part of the avatar simulation and programming? She could not tell, but what she wanted was to feel more of this, how far could she put that in her mouth?

'Fuck! Its so big and hard, I can feel it twitch on my hands, and the taste~Mmm so tasty, this is a glorified tech savvy sex doll, those perverts from the C.I.A made the perfect sex droid avatar'

Steve meanwhile was letting out moans of pleasure that didn't really sound..manly per say, but then again this was the first time had had such a sexual encounter with a gal this beautiful and hot. He watched as she started to fondle with his testicles and putting more and more of his cock inside her mouth, giving him a blowjob in the level of a professional that even he could tell, going up and down over and over in the perfect rhythm

"Oooooh shit~" He clenched the bed sheets "S-Slow down, y-your too good ahn! AHN!

'Man, when was the last time I deep throated a monster like this? I'm a bit rusty honestly, back in my day a virgin like him would have blasted off in just ten seconds, I wonder how much he can cum though'

With nothing but perverted thoughts Francine went downtown on her sons large erection, slurping and sucking on his manhood while her hands groped and fondled his balls like they were toys for her, the sound of pleasures that escaped from him were music to her ears, she just loved this! Making a lesser being in the sexual area feel like they were in heaven thanks to her superior skills, it made her feel like she was on top of the world.

'Lets see if this thing has a gag reflex'

With a perverted grin and a thought Francine used her avatar body to basically put the entire length of Steve's dick down her throat,showcasing a flexibility skill that surprised Steve so much that when combining that with his lack of experience he could not handle it anymore.

"Oh shit! H-How are yo-ohoo! Oohhnn! Fuck! I'm cumming! I'M GONNA CUM!"

And just like that the Dam was broken, Steve groaned loudly before he unleashed a blast of cum down her gullet, shot after shot, thick and warm as if it had been months since he last masturbated, and now it was all being swallowed by Phyllis one gulp after the other.

For Francine it felt like she was drinking something, she could feel the taste but she felt nothing in her mouth or stomach, it was like her brain was connected to the situation, to the experience and it was something else.

"Damn" She said as she made the motion of her mouth on a phantom dick "I wish i could actually take all of that right now…hmm tasty'

On the outside Phyllis removed herself from his large member oh so very slowly! Coming out with a pop! Showing to not have let one single drop go to waste,the only indication of a blowjob being done just now were the marks of her lipstick.

Steve leaned back, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. His face flushed, but there was a wide grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Wow," he breathed heavily, his voice tinged with admiration. "That... felt really good. You did amazing."

His eyes locked onto Phyllis, a mischievous spark in his gaze as he took in her amused expression.

Phyllis giggled, the sound light and almost teasing. "I didn't expect you to pump so much," she teased, her lips curving into a playful smile. "You're full of surprises, Steve."

Steve's cheeks reddened, but he couldn't help the proud smirk that spread across his face. "Well, I try to impress," he shot back, his tone teasing as he leaned forward, clearly reveling in the flirtation. "You were the one doing all the hard work."

Phyllis leaned in, her voice dropping low and almost sultry. "Oh, I know," she purred, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But you? You definitely made it more fun than I thought it'd be."

Phyllis smiled seductively, her fingers slowly working at the straps of her dress. She could feel Steve's eyes on her, the tension building in the air as she slid the fabric down her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. The dress left her in a simple, alluring undergarment, her body flawless and smooth under the dim light.

She glanced over at Steve, her voice low and enticing. "I want you to take the wheel," she said slowly, a teasing edge in her tone. "I want to see what you can really do, Steve."

Steve's breath hitched in his throat, his pulse quickening. His eyes widened slightly, taking in her figure, every inch of her looking perfect. His throat felt dry, and for a moment, he forgot how to speak, his mouth opening and closing like he was trying to find the right words.

"I…uh" he stammered, his gaze flickering from her face to her body and back again. His heart raced, but beneath the nervousness, there was excitement building up inside him. "I-I'm not sure... I mean, are you sure?"

Phyllis stepped closer, a smile tugging at her lips as she reached out, cupping his chin with one hand and gently lifting his gaze to meet hers. "I'm sure," she whispered, her voice soft yet commanding. "Now, show me what you've got."

Steve swallowed hard, his hands shaking slightly as he tried to find his bearings. His mind raced, but the sight of her left him completely entranced. There was a nervous excitement in the air as he took a step toward her, his breath unsteady. "O-Okay... I can do this."

His confidence was shaky, but the thrill of the moment made his heart pound in anticipation.

Steve gulped as Phyllis stepped closer, her hands slowly trailing up his chest. He could feel the warmth of her touch through his shirt, his breath coming out shaky. His brain was screaming at him to play it cool, but his body had other plans—his knees felt weak, his palms sweaty, and his voice? Forget about it.

"You're adorable when you're nervous," Phyllis purred, tilting her head as she traced her fingers up to his collar, giving it a playful tug. "But I think it's time for you to loosen up."

With a slow, deliberate motion, she turned around, arching her back just enough to make Steve's eyes widen as she ran her hands down her own body. "Come on, Stevie," she teased, throwing him a smoldering look over her shoulder. "Don't you wanna get a little hands-on?"

Steve's throat went dry. His hands twitched at his sides as he tried to summon every ounce of courage he had. "I-I mean... yeah! Yeah, of course!" he blurted out, his voice cracking slightly. His hands hesitated before resting on her waist, fingers gripping lightly as if afraid she might vanish if he squeezed too hard.

Phyllis let out a pleased hum, pressing back just enough to make Steve's brain short-circuit. "Mmm, not bad," she murmured. "But I think you can do better than that."

Steve's heart pounded as his grip instinctively tightened, his body moving on autopilot. He let out a shaky chuckle, trying to play it cool, but failing miserably. "Y-yeah? Well, uh... j-just you wait!"

Phyllis giggled, clearly enjoying his flustered state. "That's what I like to hear."

She leaned in close, lips grazing his ear as she whispered, "Now, show me how much of a man you really are."

Steve bit his lower lip, his hesitation melting into something bolder. His hands tightened around Phyllis's hips, gripping with newfound confidence. His heart pounded in his chest, excitement surging through him as a cocky smirk spread across his face.

"Oh, I'll show you alright…" he murmured, his voice lower, more assured. His fingers dug in just enough to make her breath hitch. "Exactly what you want."

Phyllis let out a pleased hum, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Mmm, that's more like it," she purred.

And then…

*NEXT MORNING*

Doctor Weitzman pushed open the door, stepping inside the dimly lit room. He adjusted his glasses, expecting a routine check, but the moment his eyes landed on the sight before him, he froze.

There, sprawled across the floor, was Francine still in the uniform used for the avatar's. Face down and ass up, drool pooling beneath her mouth. Her hair was a mess, her body limp,her legs trembling slightly as if they had just given out.

Weitzman's jaw nearly hit the floor "Wh-What the hell?!"

He took a cautious step closer, trying to process the scene. Francine was completely out of it, her lips curled into a blissful smile. Whatever happened last night had clearly been intense and, judging by the way she looked, she had loved every second of it.

"Francine?!" He shook his head in disbelief. "Why are you here? And oh my god what happened?!"

Silence.

A long, drawn-out, satisfied groan escaped Francine's lips, but she didn't move. Doctor Weitzman stood frozen, mouth agape, eyes darting between Francine's blissed-out expression and the absolute wreck she looked like. His brain screamed at him to look away, but pure shock kept him rooted in place.

And then she moved.

With a slow, languid stretch, Francine let out a deep, satisfied sigh, completely unconcerned that she had an audience. She rolled onto her back, her legs still wobbly as she draped an arm over her forehead. A dreamy smile tugged at her lips.

"Holy hell..." She breathed, voice thick with exhaustion and pleasure. "That was amazing."

Weitzman made a strangled noise in his throat, unsure whether to cover his ears or run for the hills. "F-Francine?! What are you even…why are you"

She ignored him completely, staring up at the ceiling with a dazed, satisfied look.

"My legs? Still jelly," she mused, wiggling her toes just to confirm. "Like, I don't think I'm walking straight for the next week."

Weitzman turned red, his glasses slipping down his nose. "O-Okay! I don't need to hear this"

Francine let out a lazy chuckle, finally sitting up though it took some effort. She ran a hand through her tousled hair, looking utterly content.

"You don't get it" She sighed dramatically, shaking her head. "I'm ruined, Weitzman. Ruined. No other man will ever compare to what I had last night."

Weitzman looked surprised "What do you mean? No…you did not, did you? Did Stan let you use the room?

Still unbothered, Francine reached into a drawer, pulling out a cigarette. She slipped it between her lips and struck a match, inhaling deeply before exhaling a slow, satisfied plume of smoke.

"Whew..." She murmured, tapping the ash off the end, remembering the pounding she got last night 'Steve Smith...my son, You absolute animal'

Weitzman let out an exasperated groan, rubbing his temples like he was fighting off a migraine. "Oh god,I'm gonna need to clean this place"

"Oh yeah your gonna have to retrieve your toy in the nearby hotel, I ran out of battery" Francine simply said.