Konoka watched as the chair shifted, the structures forming just inches from her arms and her thighs, the former which were half trapped under a seatbelt, the latter which were more fully contained. Konoka's thighs weren't thick enough for the control stick to rub against, but they weren't far off.
At first blush, none of them looked phallic. But it probably spoke of how much Konoka changed when it only took less than a minute to study it before she thought, 'I can make that fit.'
So the first thing she did, experimentally, was to try and shift so she could more properly wrap her thighs around it, and get a feel for how it might feel more inside her...
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At first blush, none of them looked phallic. But it probably spoke of how much Konoka changed when it only took less than a minute to study it before she thought, 'I can make that fit.'
So the first thing she did, experimentally, was to try and shift so she could more properly wrap her thighs around it, and get a feel for how it might feel more inside her...