Brittany was always one of the most popular girls in school, not because of her looks. Though she was very attractive, no instead it was her friendly personality. She was always willing to talk with anyone about whatever interested them. It wasn’t even just people in her immediate vicinity as she got an iPhone at a very young age and often shared her phone number with nearly everyone in the class. She didn’t mind as she saw her phone as nothing private, most of her time was spent calling or texting she saw her phone as an extension of herself. That saying would soon become more accurate than she realized.
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On the morning after the Fusion Wave hit Brittany sat up from bed and let out a long yawn, she had been up late again last night texting her friends. She was going to grab her phone and see if she missed any replies... only her phone was gone. She left it on her pillow next to her but it was nowhere to be seen. As she looked for it she noticed something, the time was displayed floating at the top of her vision, no matter how much she looked up it remained at the top at first she thought she was hallucinating from staring at a screen for so long, blinking a few times and rubbing her eyes, but it didn’t go away. That’s not all, on the top left was a WiFi icon and on the right was battery. She blinked a few times She looked at her hands half expecting to see a screen in her palm, instead she found a black spot on her thump. She tried to take it off only to find it was part of her thumb and her other hand had one to. Concentrating she found she could switch her vision to the view of the camera on her thumb. Somehow she had merged with her iPhone. She let out a cry of glee at her luck. This was amazing, she needed to text her friends, only... how did she text?
All over her body she looked for the screen till eventually she found it. It was bent right across her crotch like someone had duct tapped her pussy then turned the tape into an iPhone screen. She gulped and pressed the only button feeling a shiver of Pleasure then a warmth as the screen heated up. The screen it self was no longer glass and was instead some sort of soft film the glass sat behind like a jellyfish’s. Every scroll and tap felt like she was playing with herself. The more Brittany scrolled through her pictures and menus the more turned on she felt, till the screen was beginning to feel damp, then she noticed that the battery icon at the top of her vision was at 84%. Would she need to recharge? What happened if her phone ran out of power? Clearly parts of her brain were now parts of her phone so would she die? Quickly she looked for some way to charge hoping it wasn’t covered by her skin, quickly she found a small flat hole at the base of her pussy screen directly between her legs at the bottom, looking over to her charger it seamed to be about the right size she shuttered to image what charging would feel like.
Before she could imagine too far she got a call. Last night she set her phone to vibrate to not wake her parents. Now she was regretting that decision as unimaginable earth quakes shook her labia directly. Before she could react another vibration shook her making her head fall back. Then another, she came instantly sticky white discharge spewing from the corners of the screen pussy. She tried to reach down and do... something! Turn off the screen, answer it, ignore it, see who it was. ANYTHING to let her think straight for just a single second....