Espionage was a tricky thing. The A.L.I.C.E. series were all designed with the cover story of being large cargo planes. Therefore, we were designed to efficiently transport cargo containers of this type across long distances, without needing human intervention or control. We were autonomous, capable of making our own decisions when in flight, and could react to the unexpected: a bad storm, for example. Maybe enemy fire. Our real purpose was to spy and gather data stealthily. "The payload's ready. Prepare to load." base control directed. I nervously confirmed with my superiors that I was a-go for the flight. Slowly, avoiding the human vehicles, I stepped forward, bringing my titanic body in position above the capsule. When my abs split apart and revealed an opening, I breathed a sigh of panicked relief. 'Oh thank god!' I yelled in my mind. I grasped it with both hand and lifted it to my open belly. The reason why it was lubed up was because it had to be slid inside me and snapped into place. That place was right above my sphincter. I did not have to put it in, but I would be shitting it out. Girls did insert.
Personally, I just had to thank Timmy a moment for not choosing a female model. I would have died of embarrassment. There were a fair number of female members on the ground crew present who really did not have the best opinion of the not-so-subtle chauvinism present among the designers of this process. The sexism of this was just visibly dripping at this point. I struggled to remain upright as the movement of the solid object within me caused irritation. I brought my hands down to feel my belly and back, sensing my insides stretching to accommodate the payload. I felt a couple of welded seams pop in me, making a note to get that checked after the flight. The pressure of the capsule inside me as it settled soon reached a bearable level. My body was built tough -- but still it was an ordeal to get comfy with a 2 ton plug in my asshole. After a final status report with the base control tower, and the cargo unit resting in my guts, I walked away from the loading site. My pounding footfalls rippled out through the slightly cracked runway surface, shaking pebbles for a mile around. It was bad.
With the added weight inside me, my frame had to work overtime to support me and the payload I was carrying. A couple of steps later, I broke into a stride, heading towards the take-off site, humming a merry tune. "This unit is ready for take-off," I said as I stood in the marked circle on the runway. Placing my arms on my hips while I took a breather, I glanced around at the base. Everything looked so far away now. A few steps for me was an incredible pace for a human, and it showed. The hangar I had been living in was the only significant landmark still in sight. The rest had blended into the backdrop of rolling hills and dry brush. My optics zoomed in on the loading site, and I watched the humans pack things up and depart, speeding over the bumpy cracked ground I had inadvertently created. A six-wheeled truck trundled over one of the fissures and bounced, launching the entire rear into a meter-high kick that came crashing down fast, putting its suspension through its paces. I giggled over at the minuscule vehicle's tumultuous travels. This was going to cost a lot of money to fix.
Turning around, the whole wide world beckoned. I closed my eyes (or rather: dimmed my visor). I moved my body into a relaxed posture. I listened to the many sounds of nature. Now I could finally experience it, and most of all...I was the greatest joy a being like me could achieve. The one thing ingrained deep in my psyche since my mind first formed: Flight. I opened my eyes. The big blue sky lay ahead -- with nary a wisp of cloud in my projected flight path. After a moment's respite, drinking in the majesty of the world, my comlink burst back into life: "A.L.I.C.E. you are a-go for take-off. Flight plan approved. No alterations. You may begin your test flight. Over." they said bruskly. Noone could see the smile I had, but I thought that it was beautiful. A growing screech filled the quiet surroundings as my engines powered up. Finally, I could let loose. They snarled as they fired, blasting hot winds behind me. I could feel the tongues of flame from the afterburners kicking in on my ass -- jets of fierce heat so close...almost kissing my butt. I felt the auxiliaries embedded in the wings start spitting.
