CONTENT WARNING !!! This story verges into SA, but it isn't like, explicitly sexual.
“Spamton, can I ask you a favor? I’m really curious about something.”
“WHAT”
“I’m curious about your jaw and mouth. I want to look more closely.”
It’s obvious he thinks that you’re really weird for that. He makes a face that says he wants to turn you down.
“WHAT DOYOU MEAN [look more closely.]? ? YOU>R NOT TRY ING TO [Kissie Cutie] MY [[ugly mug]] RIGHT?”
Does he think that raunchy jokes are going to deter you. Two can play at this game.
You flutter your lashes and briefly glance away. Coyly, you say, “Well… Maybe later…”
His teeth clack loudly as his jaw slams closed. His whole entire face turns bright red. For some reason, he can’t keep his eye contact with you.
“SSURE. FINE. O[Special K]. IF IT MAKES YOU [[Shut Down]] ABOUT IT!” He agrees reluctantly. He nervously twirls some of his hair and idly backs away from you. He looks more confused and scared than flattered.
He’s not enthusiastic, but you don’t care.
“Yay! I’m so excited! Come on.”
You grab his wrist and pull him into your bedroom.
Your bed is tall and his joints are bad so you pick him up and toss him onto the blankets. He grunts in surprise.
He’s super jittery, eyes darting around everywhere but at yours. He makes a move to sit up and leave, but you quickly jump up onto the bed, situating yourself over top his legs. You push down one of his shoulders into the mattress, so that he’s laying flat on his back under you.
He stutters out some half baked sentences, but he’s too overwhelmed to say anything coherent. You swear you see the smallest amount of static in his lenses.
You kind of want to take those off of him. Is he so out of it that he wouldn’t stop you? Maybe not.
He voices concern that the way you’re going about this is really weird. You either ignore him or tell him to shut up.
You lay down on top of him and prop yourself up by your elbows, which are situated just below his armpits.
He doesn’t seem to like how you’re treating him very much. What is he going to do about it though? Leave?
“Open your mouth.”
Spamton narrows his eyes in anger and humiliation.
“Please,” you say in a level tone, not breaking eye contact.
The implication that hangs over both of your heads is that whenever you’re super invasive towards him like this, you’ve also fixed some problem or soothed some pain of his.
You’ve suppressed some of his vocal glitches and limited the severity and pain of his physical glitches. You’re the reason he doesn’t have a glaring bald spot on the back of his head. He’s aware of all the things you’ve done for him. He should know better than to refuse you.
Under his breath, Spamton mutters, “YOU>rE A [[Sick Freaks Ar]].”
His eyebrows screw into a knot and his eyes clench shut. Reluctantly, he parts his teeth for you. Barely wide enough to fit your pinky finger through. His lower lip is screwed up into a grimace.
You’re annoyed that he opened his mouth such a small bit, so you’re less gentle than you originally intended when you hook two fingers around his bottom row of teeth and pull his jaw open all the way.
Spamton yelps out an undignified plea for you to stop, or wait, or some other similar request that you have no plans or intention to honor. Does he really expect you to understand what he’s saying under all his glitchy interruptions?
“I just wanna see what’s going on,” you say as you stick your other hand into his open mouth, curling your fingers inwards. You feel around the floor of his mouth where a tongue should be.
He doesn’t have one, but there is some muscle there. Interesting. You palpate the muscle. Spamton gags and struggles when your fingers venture too far back into his throat.
When you retreat you can feel his throat muscles and pseudo tongue contract in a swallowing motion. At least, you’re pretty sure he’s swallowing.
You pause for a second. You can feel saliva pooling in his mouth. Some of it dribbles out through the seam at the corner of his mouth.
Spamton huffs and his face turns even redder when he notices.
“Swallow.”
“YOU’RE GONNA NEED TO [[Upgrade to First Class]] FOR THE [JACKPOT$],” Spamton jokes.
His voice is not muffled or impeded by the hands in his mouth. Isn’t that fascinating to you?
You pointedly jab your finger into the back of his throat in retaliation.
“Just do it.”
He’s cowed by your forcefulness. He glances away from you out of embarrassment. The effect is diminished since he can’t turn his head with your hands keeping his jaw in place.
He swallowed. Same muscle movements as the first time.
“Again.”
Spamton scoffs and you feel his warm breath blow across your hands. Despite this, he still swallows obediently. You try moving your fingers further into his throat with the movement.
He coughs and sputters from the unpleasant sensation. You withdraw your hand that’s not holding his jaw open, and cup his face in a gesture as affectionate as it is demeaning.
“Good. Good. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” you coo, patronizing him. Fully knowing that you’re the one in power here.
He ignores you.
“Look at me, when I’m speaking to you like this.”
“FUCK. YOU,” Spamton says, defeated.
“Don’t be so sour. I’m doing you a favor. You can handle this.”
Spamton stares at you with a burning intensity. Both of you know that this is self-serving as much or more as it is generosity.
You start working on making modifications to the way his body works with your powers. He won’t drool or have food fall out of his mouth when he eats anymore. He’ll be able to drink from a straw if he pleases.
You consider giving him a tongue, but you decide you’ll save that as leverage for when you want to touch him and look at his body more closely again.
“I SHOULD BITE YOU FOR [[Revenge Served ]]!!”
If he’s going to threaten that, then you’re not going to take your hands out so quickly.
“If you bite me, I’ll bite you… so please, do.”
You feel his jaw try to open and close under your hand as he’s rendered speechless.
That shut him up.
You wonder if he thinks of you as a pervert.
You take your fingers out of his mouth and he closes his mouth immediately. You move to push his upper lip upwards and get a look at his gums and the outside of his teeth.
It’s what you expected.
In an act of performative gentleness, you wipe away the drool running down his chin. Your fingers still wet from poking around the back of his mouth, only serve to add to the mess.
You sit up. Your legs are straddling his hips now, and you have to look down to see his face. Spamton looks at you tiredly.
“Y YOU DONE TREATING ME LIKE[[Long-nosed doll]]?”
You’re not really ever done playing with your favorite doll. You ignore his jab.
“You won’t have as many problems chewing food and keeping it in your mouth now.”
“HUHH-OKAY”
“You hold no debt for this favor.”
“Y-YEAH, YEAH,” he grimaces and trembles, probably reflecting on how you’ve just violated him, “can’t you let me—let me go n-now?”
You shake your head with a smile. Lying down next to him, you hook a leg around his body and wrap your arms around his shoulders, curled around his small and shaken form.
“I want cuddles.”