	Finally, you had all the parts made, and it was nearing completion. Just before the vaults had shut too! Your very first Prime frame was on her way, and you could barely contain your excitement. What would she be like? Would she be aggressive like Ember was when you two first synced, or would she be more like her namesake and give your mind a sense of peace? Every time you linked with a new frame it was an experience you cherished, while each frame was subdued in its nature as a weapon of war, the fact that they still maintained the semblance of a personality was incredible to you. And now you had access to a Prime once again, a chance to re-discover what time, or your predecessors, had chosen to lock away. 
	A soft beep echoed throughout the cabin you're seated in, the Foundry had finished its work. In tune with your will, the frame whose body you were inhabiting moved to retrieve the finished project, your tactical display giving you the confirmation that the Foundry had finished that task given to it. Mag Prime was now part of your arsenal, next to the Mag that you had awoken with. Unable to wait any further you moved towards the cache of different weapons you had accumulated, severing your link with the frame you had inhabited and connecting with the freshly acquired Prime.
	For a second, your vision goes dark while you settle into the Prime frame, its own senses becoming your own. As light envelops your sight again and you can slowly begin to make out shapes, the Mag Prime frame begins to acknowledge your presence. With an almost trained response, she gives in to your will, allowing your mind to mix with hers. A feeling of vast emptiness begins to develop in the core of your chest as you settle in, the familiar sensations you had felt with your Mag are there but are pushed to the back of your mind as you contemplate the emptiness Mag Prime has chosen to share with you.
	You're torn from those thoughts as you feel an urge coming from the frame internally. Pain begins to swell at the lower body of the Mag Prime, tension building underneath the thin armor stretched tightly across the living weapon. Stilling growing used to the new body you control, it takes some fumbling but you manage to pry open the form-fitting suit's lower area and instantly you're provided with relief. With the growing pressure at your lower body gone you find yourself sighing, but still you feel a throbbing sensation below, making you glance down. A shiver runs along your spine at what greets your eyes, between your legs is a rapidly expanding shaft of flesh, veins running along the appendage as it shudders and grows. The Mag Prime sends you a trill of lust as you eye the limb you and her now share, your inability to look away only encouraging the thick length to harden at the attention you're giving. 'Cock.' You can feel a subtle nestling at the back of the head but you're distracted by the sudden swing of displaced weight which causes you to stumble into a wall, steadying your back against it as a massive bulb of flesh now swings freely under your new cock. The soft flesh of your new ballsack having slipped out of the confines of your armor, the package growing quickly to even larger form now that its free from its hiding spot, the cold air of the Orbiter seeming to excite it.
	A trembling presence appears in your right hand, a faint urge for the hand to move. You know where its coming from, the Mag Prime, but before you can quell it, you feel another nestle inside your head, stronger than before. 'CocK.' The movement of your handle loses its weakness, and without your input, your hand reaches down to brush against your shaft. Upon contact, your whole body clenches as does your length, a dollop of pre now sitting atop the slit of your head. Fear of what's happening begins to grow inside of you, but is quickly quelled, a voice telling you that this is right. And for some reason you believe it. 'CoCK.' A nestling sensation you've never felt before begins to grow in your chest, eclipsing the emptiness, a strange and dirty sensation, one that focusing on makes you feel shameful but good. The Mag Prime feeds you a name, 'lust', you feel lust for the first time as the hand controlled by the frame tightens around your length, making more pre leak from your cockhead.
	Slowly, the hand gripped around your length moves, the nerves along your cock filling with pleasure that echoes into your mind. Unable to look away, you study the movements of the hand upon your cock, taking in every detail. You hadn't noticed before but your shaft bares a dark skin-tone, the flesh along it bunched up, too much skin even for the size of your length, which is impressive considering your cock is almost to the size of a Gorgon. Slowly, you begin panting as the hand upon your rod picks up speed, even though you're unable to stop the fist from sliding along your flesh, you can feel the warm pre dripping onto it, the liquid acting as a lube. Finally, you feel your cock's growth cease, your flesh having grown so wide that your hand strains to keep its fist held around it. Each upwards jerk of the hand upon your sensitive dick causes the skin to bunch up around your head, before it gets dragged down along with the fist's movement, the folds of your foreskin getting coated in your liquids. As more and more pre gets leaked onto your skin, you feel the fist begin to travel further up and down your length, until finally you feel your fingers nestle around the sensitive head of your cock. Your body spasms as you feel a lump of weight get added to the inside of your package, the pleasure from your cock encouraging your ballsack's production of cum.
	And speaking of cum, its now you feel whats happening inside of your sack. The twin orbs inside of you producing genetic material, which settles down with the ocean of cream resting inside already. All the thick and heavy cum piling up is beginning to take its tole as well, your gravid pouch already warm and getting warmer. Something about this feeling sticks with you, the burgeoning sensation of heat, your package growing firm with your sperm, its incomparable to anything you've felt before. Slowly droplets of sweat begin to form across the vastness of your exposed sack, the cold liquid trying to cool off the rampant production happening inside of you. 'COCK.' Yes. Cock is what's important to you. The nestling inside the back of your head had turned into a jab while you were distracted, your mind now being filled with perverted wants and desires. Its entirely normal to live for your meat-stick after all!
	The movement of the Mag Prime's arm picks up in fervor as your inhibitions break down, and you begin to feel more of the lust she feeds you. Eventually, its not even her will moving the arm, its you. Maybe it was always you, who can tell at this point, certainly not yourself as more pleasure floods your thoughts. Moving your other hand down, you fondle your enormous sack, feeling the heat radiate from within, and smearing the now warmed sweat across the skin. You need to get this delicious cum out from you. Doubling down on your cock, you lean forward as you tense your body, the pre from your cock now excitedly pouring out thanks to your work. All you can think about is your wonderful Prime Cock, and the deep desire to bring it climax. And you can feel your goal approaching as muscles deep inside of you clench, dragging your ballsack up between your legs, your girth shaking as you fervently jerk it.
	"C-cock!!" In a scream that hardly sounds like your own voice, you orgasm. The head of your shaft dilates as creamy white fluids are shot from it, each shot of cum seeming to hang in the air before splatting on the floor of the Orbiter, marking the pristine metal interior with your rancid sperm. The burning sensation of your balls dies off, as though it were doused in cold water, as you shoot more protein through your gigantic rod, your hand still clenched around it while your other hand remains on top of your still large package. Your climax seems to go on forever, as your mind is scrubbed down in the sensation of cumming, parts of your brain shutting down under a deluge of ecstasy. Slowly however, the arcs of cream from your cock-slit dwindle, until finally it stops altogether. You're left panting on the floor, as your cock begins to lose its magnificent hard form, firm flesh settling down on top of your package, unable to support its own weight while flaccid. As you begin to lose consciousness, you can feel your body begin to move, the Mag Prime beginning to reassert her dominance over her body. With what littler energy you have left, you watch as the frame moves from the army and heads towards a door adorned with a holograph of the Lotus.