Chapter 1: Meeting in the Lab
 
[user]Kyle Greene[/user] held the torch up high as he pushed open the stone slab that sealed the doorway to the old Alchemic chamber. It wasn't even on the map, hidden away under Slutworth Keep. Kyle had been sent here by the Guild to investigate the strange moaning that was being heard coming from the Keep. He had begun surveying the now-abandoned ruin when he stumbled through the rotted floor and landing on a lower level that no one knew existed. Traveling down the path he had found the door to the lab and was now lighting some of the braziers around the room. They glowed with green alchemical flame. It was eerie, he thought. Almost downright horrifying to be in, especially at night. There were still plenty of shadows in the large lab and Kyle searched as carefully as he could. He came upon some old writings and scribblings on a desk near one of the large glass beakers bubbling from floor to ceiling with strange pink goo. He read:
 
[b][sup]■■■87, 107■.D.
I'm sorry I was not able to finish m■ ■rk. ■■■■■■■lease take care of he■.
She's my most perfect crea■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■
■■■■■■ NOT TOUCH T■■■■■E!
Just needs some ■■■der care and ■■■■ ■■■■ ■o rub her ■■i■.
■■■ry on my work long after I'm dead.
 
Sincerel■■
■■■■■dmer Alfo■■so ■■■val■■■ius Ke■■■ner VI
Mas■■r Al■■■mist of th■ ■■worth Family.[/sup][/b]
 
Kyle could barely understand the parchment's message as it was smeared with ink stains and corroded from time left on the desk. He was putting it on the table when he felt the floor shake under him. Impact tremors, he thought. Coming closer. "I'm fairly alarmed here." He whispered before slowly turning around...
 
[user]Workette[/user] was quite adept at traversing through the large, underground laboratory that she was built in. While her step was heavy she did surprisingly well to blend in with the long, dark shadows that were cast across the darkened corridors. Nevertheless, once she had gotten close enough, spotting her was an inevitability. One especially large shadow that shifted among the others eventually emerged into the light while the adventurer read her late master's notes. Eleven whole feet of overly curvaceous, absurdly endowed organic golem towered before the boy. The long gone owner of this laboratory's finest creation to date, it was something a sentient creature in its own right, and as as some additional notes throughout the lab might state, it was a creature born to act as both assistant and protector to this lab. An assistant with some... notable features; most prominently, being the colossal, mountainous rack that her strangely-suited torso sported. Given the height difference between the two, it was more than likely he'd first lay eyes on the meaty, puffy mound of flesh between her meaty thighs that, despite looking as though it was also being contained by her suit, looked distinctly damp and shiny, those perfectly detailed, extra pillowy cuntlips of hers glistening with raw moisture as she approached the much smaller male with no words and an ominous, threatening step.
 
[user]Kyle Greene[/user] While it was clear the organic creature looming over him wasn't human, [s]Hell, Kyle didn't even know if it was a LIVING being yet as he'd never seen anything like her before![/s] he could tell it had "working parts" as the waft of pure cunt-musk blasted right into his face, nearly choking him with the raw sexuality they seemed to exude, inciting the adventurer to be both terrified and aroused at the same time. Despite what his body was telling him [b][s]BREED HER[/s][/b] Kyle gulped and tenatively put the paper down before daring to reach forward. The paper definitely mentioned rubbing this creature somewhere, but also mentioned a large warning of someplace not to touch. Could it have been on her body? Or was it something in the room? That much was unclear. He needed to take a risk though as the large Golem woman could surely squash him like a bug if he wasn't careful. Slowly his hand touched her thigh, sliding up towards her pelvic fat. Her skin was smooth, but almost unnaturally textured. It wasn't like scales or fur or human skin even. It was rubbery slick but it did not act like latex. His fingers danced along her pelvis, slowly lowering to those drooling twin mounds of cuntfat underneath. Wherever he was supposed to rub, Kyle could not imagine it was higher than this creature's hips as who could reach that far up!? Plunging his thumb between her mounds, he wiggled it around, searching for something as he explored the greasy fold of her nethers and then he bumped it. A large, fatty mound placed just inside her lips that was about the size of his own thumb. He pressed into it softly and began rubbing circles around it as he spoke to the thing for the first time. "T-That's it. Ha~ Y-Yeah? It's ok. I'm a uh... Friend. I'm Kyle. Just um... Just relax. Feel good?" His voice was pulsing with fear almost as much as his cock was as he kneaded her swollen clit [sub]Was it a clitorus? Who fucking knows?[/sub] in circles, lifting his other hand to her thigh to rub it like he would a horse to calm it.
 
[user]Workette[/user] loomed over the young adventurer with an almost ominous aura about her. That blank visor of hers must have felt as though it was glaring daggers into his very soul with how she towered over him the way that she did. Curiously, she observed the small, almost comparatively frail looking individual with a tilt of her head, as though she were emoting like a common canine. While she didn't do terribly much in the way of any sort of overt reaction in response to the sudden touching upon her fat swollen nethers, those fat folds felt tender, warm, and... fleshy(?) to the touch. It was definitely real flesh, or at the very least, some masterful imitation, as the outermost layer of the "suit" she wore seemed to transition almost seamlessly into the fat mound the boy was now digging his hands into. Without so much as warning however, she interrupted the prodding and kneading of her absurdly doughy mound in lieu of a more... aggressive approach. Her movements were uncannily swift for a creature of her size, but inside of just a few moments, she had swung low to scoop the boy's midsection up in one of those large, gloved looking hands of hers to pin him to the stone wall with a resounding thud. Now simply holding him there, her aggression abruptly stopped as she continued to observe the young adventurer, her faceless gaze drifting from head to toe and being caught somewhere in the middle, just beyond his abdomen. Despite the fact that it seemed as though her hand was covered with an oppressively thick and latex-like glove, her touch was smooth, soft, and even warm. Even amidst this sudden pin, her fingers were shifting, tenderly caressing across his slender frame until her other hand found itself intrigued by something he seemed to possess. In the moments that followed, her palm was kneading into the enormous trouser-stuffer of a groin the boy possessed, the the motions of her fingers there running in a similar manner to those of the hand that kept him elevated and pinned.
 
[user]Kyle Greene[/user] let out a surprised "OOOF~!" as he was slammed into the wall, suspended by the monstrous being in front of him. He'd barely had a chance to savor the gooey, squishy strange mound between her thighs before he was picked up and bullied into the wall. His trousers were removed, at least to the point where they were below his knees and his bloated semi-hard member, somewhat deflated from the sudden attack by the Golem-like woman, hung down towards his feet before being scooped up by her massive gloved hand and was squeezed tight in her grip. It was hard enough that the blood in his dickfat was pushed up to his helmet, causing the fat round tip to bloat out until it had a shiny bulbous look. His toes spread in alarm and he let out a sharp "A-AaaahHHH~" At the blunt groping. Although he supposed it was only fair since he approached her in much the same straightforward manner.
 
Kyle's breathing increased as she felt up his body as she pinned him to the old lab's walls, stroking and massaging his cunt-packer until it was throbbing out and even managed to stiffen up so hard that it pushed out against her strong grip. "F-Fuuck~ D-Do you... L-IIIIKE that?" he grunted as she managed to knead out a sloppy ball of dewy excitement from his shaft. His dick lurched quickly before a slow jiggly dewdrop of concentrated kid slime oozed out of his wide urethra and jiggled precariously on the tip while she groped up his fuckmeat. "Oh fuck~ Oh fuck~ What the fuck, what the actual fuck?" He said almost panicked as he realized this massive chested thing was pressing into him and her nipples were jutting out through the artificial suit-like encasing she was in. What the fuck was this thing? He thought as he tried to reach out and feel the sides of her breasts. Her skin was strange, but not unpleasant to the touch. Warm but not living. At least it wasn't like any living creature's skin he'd ever touched. Gnome, elf, hell he'd even fucked an orc once. None of them felt like this. This felt like the binding on an old tome but it was soft and malleable too. His fingers sank in, responding to her kneading with his own that began at the sides of her breasts and slowly inched towards her nipples. "Alright, GUH~ Just... Take it easy. See? Friends. We're friends." he said soothingly still a little nervous at this "woman’s" sheer size and strength.
 
[user]Workette[/user] admittedly tried to maintain a more gentle grasp, but being that it had been literal years since she last encountered another living creature, her people skills were... rusty, to say the absolute least. Nevertheless, she continued to curiously inspect the boy's equipment, the strange woman-like creature easing forward until that massive chest of hers was not only pancaking into his upper body, and face, but the adjacent walls as well. If it wasn't clear before, then it certainly was now, that those mountainous mammaries of hers covered a vast surface area! Persistently, she kept at playing with the young adventurer's swelling equipment, her touch becoming progressively more nuanced and tender as the moments passed between the two. It seemed as though with every passing moment, her actions were becoming more precise and deliberate; harsh grasps quickly became gentle ones and rough kneads gradually shifted into tender touches as her fingers rolled across that now achingly stiff cock in a manner that made one appreciate just how soft and warm they were, despite the fact that they otherwise looked as though they were covered in some harsh latex-like material. Soon enough, her chest withdrew, only for one of those meaty thighs to heft itself, that she could plant her foot firmly into the wall right beside the male's body.
 
Even like this, she still seemed plenty capable of maintaining her own balance, even under present conditions. Further down, that fat-lipped cunt now stood exposed and leaky before the boy's lower half, her hand still grasping firmly upon the belly of that massive member and persistently offering a few gentle strokes as she subtly angled at obelisk of veiny meat toward the thick, sodden folds that closed in, like a starving predator zoning in on its first meal of the day. Another roll of her hips ensured that Kyle's broad, leaky cockhead scraped and dragged across her smooth, drenched folds with a rather noisy series of squelches. Not terribly long after the fact, she rolled once more, this time in a far more deliberate fashion as her palm did well to keep Kyle's cock at its current angle, that her massive folds would eventually smother and grind that gooey ground until it eventually [b]popped[/b] past the drenched, meaty threshold of her bloated sex and into the oppressive, drenched grasp of her breeding canal. In the moments that followed, her lower half trembled, and in wanton display of pure lust for the boy's sexual fluids, near immediately began stroking back and forth along the still exposed portions of his shaft while the remainder stayed enveloped in a maelstrom of hot, writhing, squeezing flesh and slick, warm fluids~
 
[user]Kyle Greene[/user] was swallowed up in her massive yellow-tinged suit-mammaries, mashing them into his face and giving the boy only a small area in her boobcrack to breath through as his face and chest were mashed against. His cock flexed and jerked in her grip, swelling fatter and fatter as she stroked, in fact... Kyle felt fatter down there than he'd ever had before. It was like his cock was a balloon being blown up larger than he'd ever felt. He could feel his cock, which was normally as thick as his wrist, expand out to be nearly calf-sized! Meanwhile his length rubbed along her belly pudge as she stroked him, prodding at the bottom of her tits and leaving a snail trail of his ballslime oozing across her body.
 
That's when he felt release as she backed away, but he didn't have long to appreciate fresh air again before her leg went up and she spread herself in front of him against the wall. Wafts of pussy musk blasted up from her oozing, puffy mound, inflaming his nerves and making his head fuzzy with need. "G-Guuuuuuh-The fuck~" He moaned out halfway through a forced grunt of pleasure as her scent made him thrust up reactively to plug whatever hole his body could find in front of it. Luckily for the hypersized boy, he was going to get his wish. Warmth, slimey, writhing tunnel. Fatty lips, pouting out around his helmet, the sound of her cunt slopping up his dickmeat hungrily, Kyle nearly busted his first nut right there as his sensitive meat was stuffed into her fatty mound, disappearing into the golemic lady's cunt and inside her tunnel, his dick was wrenched, twisted, and clenched around as her inner muscles worked him over before she even slammed down her hips. His hands went to her massive tits, kneading them and holding on for dear life as he lost his mind to the pure lust consuming him. Her mound squished into his pelvis, leaving his nethers gooping with her cunt drool while his own cock was spitting up ropes of slimey presnot into her insides, feeding what felt like her womb the boy's syrupy cockspittle.  "GUH! FUCK~ Unf! F-F-Fuck that dick~ Oh fuck~ What the... What the fuck are you? Fuck~ Keep fucking my cock please!  Fucking choke your pussy on my dickmeat." He babbled into her tits, finding the fat nipples under the suit-like latex skin and pinching them gently to his mouth before closing his lips around one of them. He began to suckle as her thrusts forced her titmeat to smack his head into the wall, not that Kyle cared anymore. He felt his now massive cock jerking and prodding every inch of her tunnel as her cunt practically jerked him off inside of it while she slammed that fat ass down on his thighs and hefty sack.
[user]Workette[/user] 's stomach bulged as she took the entirely of that fat cock within her depths, with every intention to wring it of every last drop those enormous balls of his could spare. She may have not been capable of any vocal expressions, the way her lower half shuffled and trembled told the boy all he'd need to know about how her body felt about the whole situation. Regardless, the framework of her position maintained itself as rigidly and firmly as it ever could. She knew well enough that given the sheer size of her mountainous mammaries, that she'd have his upper half pinned to the wall, and without fear of his position underneath her loosed in any way, shape, or form. She leaned herself forward ever so slightly, resting her head against the wall well above the boy's own as he drowned in breast flesh, caked in the smoothly textured outermost layer of what one could assume was the suit she wore. But given the fact that it linked right back up to the sloppy mount that feverishly pounded up against the young adventurer's groin, it was anyone's guess as to what the true nature of this strange, golem-like creature was, never mind the various, quirky properties about her. Besides, she also knew that this more than likely wasn't going to be something the boy was going to be paying particular attention to, especially considering the way that both of her hands possessively hugged themselves over Kyle's body, clutching at the lower end of his midsection, and even gripping partially onto his buttocks, that she could get a firm enough grasp to hold him in place while her hips aggressively, downright violently gyrated up against his groin.
 
The constant sloppy squelches of that cock being yanked out of and pushed into her waterlogged, pillow-lipped cunt echoed throughout the stone walls of the decrepit laboratory, those bloated folds of hers, occasionally making sure to really grind in deep toward the base and make that massive muff audibly squelch and wetly flatten up against his groin, impressing upon his abdomen, round the base of his cock a sickeningly messy and shockingly sweet sort of "smooch" that all but drove home the sheer magnitude of her implied depravity toward this young, well endowed adventurer, and how she'd want nothing beyond to milk him dry of every last drop he could spare~
[user]Kyle Greene[/user] This wasn't Kyle fucking her. Nor was this her riding him. No, this could only be described as the monsterous woman pounding [b]him[/b] with her cunt. This wasn't quite an act of breeding either. While the Workette Golem was certainly intent on him cumming inside her, she wasn't writhing and grinding on him in foggy lust or with the urgency of needing to reproduce. No, her thrusts down on his dick were too focused, too precisely aimed to pleasure him. It was as though she were conducting an experiment on him, extracting from him something she needed for testing. Testing that she happen to be enjoying, but nevertheless wasn't primal. It was purposeful.
 
None of this occurred to Kyle as he lost himself in the extra large woman's hips, her fat ass smacking around behind her, clapping with every [b]SCHULP[/b]ing and [b]SQUISHLE[/b]ing grind on his pelvis and every thick, slop-splattering pound up and down that dickmeat. Their juices, if they could even be called juices anymore, splattered and spilled onto the floor under them in loud watery claps onto the hard wood. From underneath, Kyle's dick could be seen to expand as his cumvein bulged out and occasionally swelled even further before relaxing again. It was usually followed by a nasty gurgle from within the Workette's belly as he pumped out thick ropes of transparent slime-lube into her insides. Each splort of precum out his pisshole felt like a mini orgasm as he tried desperately to meet her thrusts with his own and pound up into her womb, but he couldn't move much. She had him pinned and controlled pretty well, so the only thing he could really do was nibble, suckle and slurp her fat nipplemounds and grope at every chubby part of her hips, thighs, and tits he could. "Guh! Fuck! UUUNNNNFFF-F-Fuck~ N-Nooo~ I'm gonna... You're gonna make me... Oh fuck... If you keep going you big fucking.... I'm gonna spurt! I'm gonna spurt my fucking cum into you~!" He whined out as his balls gurgled and swelled from the beating they took every time she plapped down on them. The wrinkles in his otherwise smooth sack had collected the cunny goop she was smearing all over his pelvis and nethers. It was like her pussy lips were saturated with thick, syrupy musky cunt-ooze and mashing them down forced it all out onto the boy's lower half, leaving him almost permanently stinking of her womb-pre. She felt his cock go rigid again and his cumvein bulge out and this time it didn't relax. A fat [b]BBBRRBBLLRRRT~[/b] sounded in her belly as pre-jelly began to spew from his tip, signaling that the boy was ready to empty his sperm into her, and from the slow, dense lift of his sack, it was going to be a heavy, messy load.
 
[user]Workette[/user] 's precision when it came to pleasuring the boy was quickly growing to be astoundingly inhuman at this point. Somehow, she had known each and every time when the boy would loose another wad of precum and did well to respond to it in the form of bottoming that fat cock out inside her once more and feverishly smothering her fat cunt lips up against his groin. Not only that, but every time an exceptionally fat wad of slop was poured into her, her insides would respond in the form of a rolling squeeze whose intensity and pressure seemed far too precise to be coincidence for when that powerful cock of his would flex. It was painfully obvious at this point that she was working him over, and she knew how to do so with a downright terrifying degree of efficiency. Of course, that didn't necessarily mean she wasn't enjoying herself either. After all, the way her lower half continually spasmed at regular, infrequent intervals, and the manner in which her fat cunt twitched and produced more of that shimmering pussy grease en masse did well to inform the boy, assuming he was paying attention, that, at least physically speaking, that she was deriving more than her fair share of enjoyment out of this impromptu milking. One of her hands remained wrapped over the young adventurer's midsection, but the other drifted downwards, caressing its way down along the length of her "victim's" body until she was able to cup those massive balls partially with that very same hand. Once more, she showed a more gentle side, even amidst the ravenous breeding that she had forced him to engage in, and that manifested in the form of tender, precise touches, kneads, and squeezes that were not only careful in their execution, but effective, given the fact that she seemed to know which spots to prod and dig into to provoke only the fattest wads of cum to start churning within those colossal cum tanks of his, one might have even swore her touch had masseuse-like qualities to it!
 
Nevertheless, she paid close attention to the words that were so frantically and clumsily spoken out from between her enormous rack and suddenly, her pace had begun to slow, eventually down to a crawl. Still keeping the boy pinned and holding his body in the way that she did, as well as keeping those fat balls of his cupped firmly, her hips began to withdraw, particularly, not very long after she had felt her womb bloated with that audible eruption of pre. Her hips drew away from the boy's groin, those fat cunt folds of hers, sticky with fluids consisting of intermingled precum and pussy grease needed to quite literally peel themselves away from the boy's abdomen and balls, drawing back upwards along his cock and revealing how sticky, slick and nasty their fluids had made that impressively sized rod of his become. With a wet [b]PLOP[/b] mired in all manner of squelching, wet qualities, her cunt popped free from that likely still spurting cockhead, and allowed all the slime he had pumped within her to start emptying out, like a faucet that that had just been  turned on. With a slow, deliberate grind, her sodden, waterlogged pillow of a pussy began to slimily run itself down along the length of Kyle's veiny, ready-to-burst meat, and in the process, caking it in their intermingled fluids in what could only be interpreted as a sickeningly messy display of some warped form of affection. After several moments of slowly, methodically grating her audibly squelching muff up against his cock, she once more poised her meaty entrance up against his crown once more, and rolled forward to pop his helmet right back in. From there, she simply sunk, tanking her sweet time to envelop every last inch of angrily throbbing fuckmeat until her bloated nether lips once more "kissed" their way right back onto the boy's abdomen. Knowing full well he was fit to erupt like a volcano, she held herself there, aggressively gyrating her hips in slow, methodical motions while her insides repeatedly flexed and clenched snug over every last inch and vein of that massive meat, sealing it within her with near-vacuum like qualities, only to loosen up again. This precise internal manipulation continued in wave-like motions that traveled from tip to base and back again, all but guaranteeing that her breeding canal would soon be filled with only the densest, most voluminous waves of cockslop that the young adventurer could offer.
 
[user]Kyle Greene[/user] couldn't keep his head still. He was so fuck-drunk on the Workette's cunt wrapping around him that he looked bobbly-headed as she fucked herself on his dick. "Nguuuh-shit~" he groaned every time her cunt rolled up his shaft and helped massage out his presnot ropes into her insides. With her fingered gloves kneaded on his sack like that, the Workette had to hunch a little to reach down far enough. This left her massive tits pushing into his face, smushing it to the side and Kyle could feel her heavy rolls of mature weight around the middle of her body crunch down. Inside, he felt the shape of her tunnel change along with it and his cock began to spurt again, jerking inside her to spew it's excitement lube around her gooey womb. When she pulled him out, he left her cunt with a goopy [b]SCHHUUULLLLLP-OP~![/b], the boy panting as his cock was tenderized and beaten against her cunt fat gently, slopping it up as their nethers made out with one another before he was stuffed back in. "U-Unnngh~ GUUUUH~ F-Fuckin' hell~ I'm gonna f-f-..." Kyle couldn't finish as his own hands grabbed at her tit and began rubbing along her fat latex clitty nub. It was so thick that he could've wrapped two fingers around it. Rubbing up and down while he ground up into her, trying to meet her thrusts with his own as his cock began to swell and bloat out.
 
Inside her, she felt her muscle-lined cunt tunnel being worked apart by the cockmeat stuffed into it. Kyle's dick took on a whole new level of stiffness, fattening out and refusing to be squeezed down any longer. It was big enough to slap between her tits if she was sitting on him, and his fat dome pushed into her, spreading apart that big rubbery feeling cervix until it was lodged into her deepest parts. His cock locked up, hard as steel, until she felt it burst. Thick, fat, blubbery spewloads of thick ballpaste splattered from his jizzhole in rapid, sporatic succession inside her. It felt like he was dumping hot glue into her womb, clinging to her walls and clogging up her inner tubes and tunnels. Snotty spew fired off from his cock as it jerked hard in her tunnel, throbbing angrily and thrashing her insides like a wild animal trying to free itself from that goopy cage. Kyle's eyes rolled back as his nuts jerked up and relaxed over and over, his poor cumvein getting stretched to its limit as he dumped his honey thick jizz-grease up into her twat, feeding those hungry fat lips choking around the base of his dick.
[user]Workette[/user] knew well that with that last insertion, she had done all the pushing she'd need to, in order to send this adorable, excitingly endowed adventurer right on over the edge and into the void of utter physical bliss. She didn't dare pull away from him at this point, simply opting to just keep her bloated, fluid and grease soaked cunt violently make out with the base of his cock, creating a drenched impression at his abdomen in the process. Even her body began to tremble slightly as that cock fattened and stiffened up inside her, stretching out her writhing insides and creative a degree of strain that sent chills up her spine. Aggressively, needily, she shamelessly ground her noisy crotch up against the boy's groin, hugging Kyle's midsection with a tender, loving, smothering embrace. Despite how terrifyingly efficient she was, there was something different about this embrace; even though it had been coming from a monstrous fuck-golem there was just something about the way her hands pulled him in that felt... genuine. She wanted, no, [b]needed[/b] a load like this inside her, for whatever reason that mind have been. Every so often, her body shuddered as she rode out the boy's orgasm with regular, inward rolls of her hips. Her massive cunt wasn't just choking on the boy's pillar of cock flesh, it was outright GURGLING over it, given that each and every one of those noisy schlucks and schllrks were punctuated by a much deeper series of sloshing internal gurgles, paced by the regular wet thuds of voluminous, densely packed wads of cum that was quickly racking up to the gallons and beyond routinely impacting against her depths.
 
As she grew progressively fatter in the abdominal area that latex-like outermost layer of suit began to stretch to accommodate it, never looking in danger of breaking or tearing, despite how her stomach was gradually progressing into a rotund fullness that didn't need terribly long before it began to squish and pancake over Kyle's midsection. This didn't stop her from continually smearing her gurgling cunt lips up against the boy's gushing cock, even as the eventual backlog ensured her swollen, oversized muff gave a volcano-like eruption of ulta thick, off-white ballbatter that intermingled with the sheer volume of pussy grease and precum already present inside her, forcing it to congeal further into a squelching fuckpit of mixed sexual fluids.
[user]Kyle Greene[/user] Kyle's dick was spitting thick, off-white tar into her at this point, emptying his sack of every last sperm that had been thickening inside the bottom of his massive ballsack. Each shot of the slimey, heavy stuff gaped his jizzhole out, widening his urethra almost painfully. It felt so good though, like working out an old ache as his body ejected the breeding sludge into her. It was foaming and oozing around her pussy lips and down his cumvein, slapping around his sack and leaving long strands of the tinged nutspew dangling from his shaft and the outside of her gurgling fat pussy lips. The pressure inside her was so great that her cunt was farting out this globs of the boy's dicksludge around his cock even as he was pumping more into her swollen yellow belly.
 
Eventually her midsection had him pinned so much that all he could do was stay pressed agaisnt the wall in a tit and belly sandwich while his cock began to jerk less and less frequently inside her. His sack wrinkled as it sagged, clearly much lighter than it was a few moments ago, with only his heavy nuts hanging down in his once packed spermbag. Inside her cunt she felt that her walls had regained the control, squeezing and kneading up his fatty, semi-floppy dickmeat as he slowly slipped from her, kept in only by the clamping of her tunnel until eventually, gravity took his cock and swung it down under her fatty cunt, swinging it between his spread out thighs, still oozing post-cum slime from his tip. "F-Fuck~ Uuuungh~ What the fuck? What the fuck? That was fucking intense! Holy Goddess of Titmeat!" He babbled before looking up, trying to see into that visored face. "Are you... What are you?" He asked, genuinely baffled at the seemingly artificially created lifeform made for the rawest, nastiest fucking he'd ever encountered. Not even drunk Orcs fuck as nasty as this!
 
[user]Workette[/user] continued to feverishly grind herself up against his groin, her physical enthusiasm still as high as ever, even as her motions had become slower to match the general mood of things, now that she was escorting the boy through the sloppy afterglow. Her insides clenched snug, still trying to hold tightly onto the young, hyper endowed male's cock, but after that ravenous stretching, even it needed a good while before it was capable of clenching as snug as she was further toward the beginning of their impromptu little session. She wiggled her hips in an almost alluring fashion as that cock slid free from her overbearingly creamy cunt, her hand lowering down, that she could brush her fingers across the base of that spent cock. Eventually, she withdrew her hips away from the boy's own, listening to his words with some small amount of amusement behind that emotionless visor of hers. As her foot removed itself from the wall and planted back down onto the floor, she made sure to carefully let the boy down from his otherwise pinned position, removing herself from him entirely once she confirmed he was able to stand on his own two feet. From there, she took a step or so back, easing into a low squat that left that absurdly fat and now oozing cunt of hers show in plain view, before easing onto her tosh with her thighs still spread. One of her hands reached up and hovered over her cleavage, suddenly diving wrist-deep into the furthest depths of the base between her breasts, before producing a a square of parchment, that she offered to Kyle.
 
If one were to unfold and read its nearly written contents, it would speak as a follows:
"If you're reading this and your pelvis hasn't shattered, then that means my Workette has found you worthy of being its new owner. I imagine this must all be very confusing. My name is of no consequence. All you need to know is that I've lived my life as an alchemist, and what you've likely just experienced is my last and greatest creation; the Workette. She's one of a kind, a magic-infused, alchemically crafted golem that's impervious to both age and disease. A sentient mass of organic matter shaped to be the perfect assistant, bodyguard, and... personal escort. Perhaps, looking back, I might have eased her design too far in the direction toward the very latter of that list. Nevertheless, assuming you've managed to come out the other side of your encounter with her intact, it means she's chosen you. With my inevitable passing, I knew she'd be in need of another master, so I left her with specific instructions to test those who she found showing promise in being capable of keeping her and her... maintenance needs in check. For optimal performance, her body subsists itself most efficiently on protein-rich sexual fluids that she's quite efficient at extracting, and seeing as how she feels you might just be able to provide, that means she's indebted to your service. Congratulations on gaining a powerful new ally!"
 
[user]Kyle Greene[/user] panted as he was released and his cock slopped free of her cunt. Taking the parchment from the Workette Golem, he slowly stood and shifted over to a nearby chair in the laboratory. Protein-rich sex fluids, an organic, ageless Golem? Made from Alchemy? Kyle's head swirled at the realization of what this giant woman was and the implications of what he just went through. Looking up, her visored face held no expression and yet he could feel a strange sense of loyalty and companionship emanating from her, as though she were a puppy waiting for her master's command. Not that he didn't understand there was a greater intelligence behind her visor glare.
 
"Well..." He started after a long silence, folding the parchment up and placing it within his pack before tucking his sloppy cock into his trousers as he pulled them back up. "I suppose I should be grateful! It's not everyday you meet a self-sustaining er... Companion such as yourself. This might actually be quite the boon. I've still got a long way to go to rank up in the Adventurer's Guild, and I sure could use someone to watch my back. Welcome aboard Workette!" he said, reaching up to shake her hand. Not that she probably understood the gesture. After a pause, Kyle grinned and started to withdraw his handshake. "Well... There's still some ruins here to explore. What say we see what else your old master had stored away before we head out?" He said, walking to the door to look back and see if she was following. Following she was! Right behind him, he practically turned about face into her tits! OH boy, he thought, she's really not going ANYWHERE. Kyle let out a sigh and headed up into the other chambers with his new, massive and very salacious companion trudging right behind...