Contains: Oppai dickgirl loli, futa on female, huge dick and excessive cum, robot girl, excessive cuteness



[13:58]*Gretchen Hochberg sighed as she stepped towards the garage. The school's workshop is empty aside from her, at least, as far as she knows. No teams should be working on any projects, so what was that noise? With a proper amount of caution, little Gretchen goes to investigate. Dressed in her winter school uniform, with its short skirt and heavy stockings, and the sweater over her top to cup her heavy bosom, she carries a phone in one hand as she cautiously inches around the corner, scanning the boxes and dusty tools with her pretty young eyes for a sign of the disturbance.

[14:02]*F-41-TH laid on the floor, propped up against one of the work benches. One arm was mangled beyond use, the chassis bent irreparably by some accident or another. Her remaining, good arm, was working on unscrewing the fastening bolts beneath the synth-skin to remove the dead weight. Tools scattered between the modestly dressed android's legs, and she looked up with something a basic model serving robot should never have. Fear, and surprise filled those green eyes, the spark of sentience obvious to the genius schoolgirl. "Please don't tell anyone..." 

[14:07]*Gretchen Hochberg just stares. Stares at the robot before her, the green-haired beauty so mangled and in such disarray. Then her surprise is replaced with concern. "B-but you're hurt! You need to be repaired!" Gretchen squeaks out, even as she rushes forward, grabbing a (powered/technobabble?) wrench and bending down in front of her, one arm holding onto Faith and pressing her bosom out of the way while the other works to help undo the bolts in question.

[14:23]*F-41-TH blinked. Had her processor gone glitchy? The top heavy roboticist was helping her, concerned for her. People weren't concerned about model 41s... Either way though, her lips pulled up in a small, quiet smile as the fastening bolts came undone, the final one needing to be severed and drilled out, owing to warping. "You... You are not scared of me? Of my... My abberance?" Asked the robotic beauty, her modest figure so innocent and adorably cute that it was hard to not want to ruffle her hair, even with one of her arms missing. "Many would wipe my memory. You are not. You are... Different. My name is Faith." 

[14:36]*Gretchen Hochberg frowns, blinking at the cute robot's question. "Why should I be scared of you? I've worked on tons of robots," Gretchen murmurs. Then she suddenly blinks again, her eyes wide. "You're right! I should be wearing insulated gloves! Woah, that could have ended badly!" And so as she removes Faith's arm, she rushes off, her bouncy little frame zooming around the garage for a moment as she finds the proper eye protection, the insulated gloves, the little pieces of technological kit. When she returns, she smiles brightly at little Faith, leaning in and giving her a hair ruffle before she got to work. "I mean, sure, I could wipe your memory. But there's already at least one AI hanging around on the school!" Then she blushes, looking around suspiciously for any cameras or audio recorders she might have to wipe. "Oops, don't tell anyone I said that. I'm not supposed to know it either. It's thoroughly shackled, anyways. B-but enough about that!"

She rapidly shakes her head to clear her thoughts, before giving the damaged robot a big smile. "Hi Faith! I'm Gretchen! Nice to meet you!"


[14:43]*F-41-TH listened and nodded, unable to adequately form a response as the top heavy genius bounced and chattered and zoomed about. "This place is safe for me, then? You will... You will not tell anyone?" She asked finally, as if still in disbelief, the one armed android attempting to stand, but without calibrated balance sensors, succeeding only in flopping over the nearest workbench, flipping her skirt and showing off some most assuredly non standard model 41 features in the process. 

[14:49]Gretchen Hochberg: "Of course not. I'd probably get in trouble, they'd assume it was my fault. Little girl playing around with things beyond her responsibilities, et cetera. It's something I get from time to time." Gretchen shrugs, leaning in and examining the cute robot closely. "Now, whether I can hide you is a different question, but I think I can find a place for..." And then she stares up Faith's skirt, the flopped over android revealing those very non-standard features. "Um." The topheavy girl reddens. Then reddens some more, a slight bulge growing. Then she leans in for a closer look at those features. Yes. Definitely not to try and touch them. Or taste them. She's not already thinking about fucking the cute robot. Nope. Definitely not.

[14:59]*F-41-TH didn't scramble or attempt to push herself up. She hadn't quite grasped the concept of modesty yet, and she laid there, sensors recalibrating. A slight shift in stance put her rather more compromising position, her plump cheeks spread, exposing both vaginal and anal entrances, the Android speaking softly. "Sensors detecting rise in body heat. Miss, are you well? How can I help?" 

[15:05]Gretchen Hochberg: "I-i'm fine." Gretchen blatantly lies, squirming as she stares at those all too realistic holes. A groan slips from the little lewd thing's lips as her cock throbs and pushes up against her skirt, barely held in by her heavily reinforced panties that strain against the huge bulge. It takes physical effort for her to tear her head away from the Android's delicious rear, her hand instinctively sliding into her panties and rubbing against that heaving, drooling shaft, making her bite her lip as the thick dose of pre stains her skirt and slides down along her clothes. "L-l-let's just g-g-get you f-fixed u-up."

[15:11]*F-41-TH knew what lying sounded like, her processor blinking, the green glow of her eyes flickering as she thinks on the cause for lying, stammering, and increased body heat. It takes hardly even a few moments before she says aloud. "Arousal. Symptoms are consistent with arousal. Is... Is my body appealing to you? Do you... Want me?" She doesn't sound scared as she speaks, peering over her shoulder to spy the top heavy genius groping herself, the thick drool of precum proving Faith's their. "You can... You can fuck this unit. She has internal reservoirs for semen processing." 

[15:22]Gretchen Hochberg: "Oh... oh god, y-y-yes," Gretchen stammers, turning back to the robot who was the object of her desire... god, she was such a pervert... "S-sorry..." she mumbles. She still can't bring herself to do it. But she NEEDS Faith. Even in this damage, half-functional state, Gretchen is completely helpless before the sight of the robot's slit. A few more moments of hesitation, then Gretchen latches one hand onto Faith's leg, another shoving down the top-heavy girl's skirt and pulling free the girl's characteristic enormous erection, unable to stop herself from stroking it and moaning shamefully. Completely overwhelmed, she can only offer another mumbled apology as she buries her face beneath that pretty robot's skirt, hungrily sniffing at her slit, her tongue flicking out and tasting it with a skill suggesting she has far more experience than she'd like to admit.

[15:33]*F-41-TH was about to assuage the perverse girl's fears when she felt warm, soft, living human face pressing into her slit, licking her, preparing her despite there being no need to. The sheer consideration of such an action, combined with the skills of Gretchen's tongue dragged out an all too real moan from Faith. The hyper sensitive snatch of the synthetic cutie gripped and pulled at the licking tongue, producing the synthetic sweet feminine fluids that soon stained Gretchen's face as Faith moaned and mewled softly. Hips wiggled and pushed, pressing the oppai Loli's nose against the robot's rump. "M-more... More please! Please it's... It's so good..." She would near beg, her processor running hot just thinking of the pleasure overload that she'd feel when fat, juicy, pulsing Loli dick slid itself into her artificial womb. 

[15:40]*Gretchen Hochberg slurped up those fluids quite gleefully, needfully jerking off her massive erection as her face was kept deep in that plush, soft rump. Naturally she's plenty eager to bury herself in the snatch, hungrily fucking it with her tongue, licking up so much of that sweet juice while she thoroughly lubed up her cock, slathering her own huge pulses of precum across the shaft, which of course makes the oppai-loli moan into Faith's slit and thus please her even further still. "H-haaah...aahn... yes..." she mumbles. "I-i need you... fff-fuck..." Still she keeps dutifully licking, trying to make up for her incredibly perversion by at least putting her partner first.

[15:52]*F-41-TH didn't just feel the tongue, the way lithe pink muscle danced over her sensitive spots, places designed to elicit spurts of that sugar sweet synthetic sex lube, she heard the slurping, the subtle lapping and vibration inducing moans. Sharp sensors picked up the precum slick fapfapfap of small hands working an obscene girth as Faith's panting pitched up to a fevered moan. "nnnngh... No... No... Wanna... Wanna cum on your cock... Need it! Need... Need dick!" It barely made sense, but she wasn't able to speak properly, begging for the slick, dripping girldick of the fat titted Loli to use her custom built cunt like a common fleshlight. "Hurry! Pleaaaaase please! Please fuck this perverse android!" 


[16:00]*Gretchen Hochberg finally couldn't hold it out anymore. She dragged her head away from the sweet sugar and the sweeter cunt, taking in a deep breath as she struggled to pull away her little hands from that obscenely massive girth. Finally she did it, sliding her panties down the rest of the way to let the enormous member throb freely. Well, even on an adult it would have been enormous. On Gretchen it was a positively outrageous engine of lust, covered in huge, thick veins, filling the air with the sweet, heady musky of the girl's need, with her massive sack hanging at least down to her thighs, churning loud enough for Faith's sensors to hear.

The girl took a moment to clear her thoughts, grabbing Faith's hips and squeezing them tight to steady herself, positioning her wildly throbbing cock against the cunt that so desperately needed it. And then with a loud, lewd moan, almost a scream of pleasure, the hung Loli slammed herself home, sending a huge burst of potent precum into her cunt, her sweater-bound tits bouncing wildly as she leaned over the perverted android. So addicted she was to that custom built cunt that she literally couldn't help but thrust forward deeper, harder and faster. Hips moving on their own, indeed.


[16:04]*F-41-TH damn near rocked the desk with that first mighty slam! Pulsing, towering cock into a cunt meant for milking dragged out a high pitched squeal from the one armed roboslut! Her needs fulfilled, she milked and squeezed, mechanical hips rolling and moving in ways no human could compare to! Sugar sweet femspunk gushed and spurted, synthetic slime trailing down over the loudly churning spunk sack that Gretchen sported. Neither cared what happened now, all that mattered was feeling that impossible sensation of utter bliss. Milking cunt, tight, but stretched painfully, cervix forced open and slender belly bulging as Gretchen sated her fucklust. "Yes! Yes! It's so big! D-drown my internals in cum! Make me shut down from pleasure!" 

[16:12]*Gretchen Hochberg was completely lost in pleasure. Her hips slapped into Faith's rump hard enough to leave the little girl sore, and a moment later, her churning balls crashed into that ass, sending a jolt of pleasure through Gretchen and a thick spurt of copious precum into the robot girl. Then she pulled out hard, and slammed forward again, growling in delight. "H-ha... YES!" she blurted out, already quickly approaching an orgasm as the little 'well-endowed' girl ravaged the incredibly tight cunt, plowing straight through the cervix and mashing into the robot's insides, her eyes rolled back up into her head and her mouth no longer able to do anything but moan and scream, fucking the sweet, hot, perfectly engineered slit as hard as she could.

[16:19]*F-41-TH matched moan for moan, and scream for scream, her thick synthspunk squirting and splattering on every cunt wrecking thrust. Pleasure overload kept Faith locked in a recursive loop of squirting spunk constantly, her body twitching and jolting as she cried out in pure ecstasy. Powerful Loli cock slammed her into the desk, jarring tools and notes away as Faith rocked so hard her heels left the floor, the churning spunk filled orbs slapping off of her constantly. "Yes! YES! YES! YES!" 

[16:26]*Gretchen Hochberg tried to warn her about the enormous load boiling up in her incredibly potent balls, but all she could do was scream and cling to Faith harder, the Loli continuing to pound relentlessly away, with her brain completely run by pleasure. Her whole manhood seemed to swell and pulse, the churning rising to an angry gurgling as her sack bulges with an outrageous quantity of seed. The screams rise, until Gretchen finally runs out of breath, silently squealing as she slaps that massive sack and cock in to the hilt one last time. A tidal wave of her hot, virile sperm pours down her shaft, making it ripple and bulge as it travels up the enormous member... and then explodes, the big-titted girl's incredibly massive load blowing straight into the deepest part of Faith's womb, stretching her out and bulging her as more and more of it is pumped inside. The huge cock seals all that cum in, leaving the robot to bloat up as Gretchen's cock keeps working. By this point, her silent screaming has stopped, and she's merely panting for breath. Weakness floods her body, and she flops forward, still pumping liters into the Robae even as her breasts crash against the android's back, and her head plops snugly on top of them. Her eyes flutter weakly from all the pleasure overloading her body, and her mouth and tongue are twitching too much to get out even a single syllable as she hangs onto her lover and finishes cumming inside her...

[16:36]*F-41-TH had never been so glad that she'd diverted funding for rapid fluid processing as she did when the orgasm broke the liters mark. Her internal sensors kept track of every drop even as her belly bulged out, obscenely thick from the gushing tidal outpouring of cum, the thick splurtches of spunk shooting out of churning, roiling balls as Faith sloshed, pinned in place, eyes dull from exertion and exhaustion. "Mmmnnngh... You have... Deposited precisely... 14.355 liters of semen... Thank you... For cumming~" 

[16:40]*Gretchen Hochberg just... moaned weakly, face-planted on her own breasts atop Faith's back. They were nice pillows. She could almost forget that she had just had a mind-shattering orgasm inside a sexy robot. Or that she was still balls deep inside her until either Faith moved her or she softened enough to fall off of the robot. "Ha...ha...ha.." she panted, left in a complete daze, barely even processing the robot girl's sexy words. 

[16:41]*F-41-TH seemed happy, honestly. Happy to have had sex, to have been repaired, somewhat, even to have such as wonderfully soft, big breasted girl laying atop her, panting happily. She didn't move much, but she radiated with soothing warmth to help assure Gretchen that she was a wonderful partner.