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18. Shameless

17. Other Aeromorphs

16. End of Flight

15. The V.I.P.

14. The Delivery

13. Light Hazing

12. Taking Off

11. Nothing

10. The Payload

9. The Humans

8. Preparation

7. Aeromorph

6. Loading

5. Return with Groceries

4. Tim plugs in...

3. TIMMY

2. Knocked out by...

1. The Future of Gaming

Perverted Display

avatar on 2022-01-17 11:07:17

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Going by my face right now, she would probably be very surprised to see me joining them in embarrassment. All this time her engines had behaved, creating only a slight breeze behind her. Alice made sure to maintain that level as she began to bend her knees. Gradually filling the view of the onlookers like some sexy horror film, her lower body moved closer and closer. Joints creaked and metal surfaces groaned as her whole body bent down. Finally, she was in position for loading. The lady aeromorph squatted above the capsule's length, her ass gently falling towards the tip. Her audience next watched her enormous cheeks part, spreading as her hips splayed and thighs stretched wide. A solid grey-black patch of tightly sealed rubber compound could be seen -- bordered by yellow-and-black striped warning lines. Bunched up, the entrance to her 'cargo bay' descended with the rest of her, small twitches in the dark pucker of her asshole signaling her eagerness to begin the loading process. Sinking onto the steel tip of her payload, A.L.I.C.E. P01-Beta paused for a brief moment of time.

Here was when things went weird. I just rolled my eyes. She sensed her entrance kiss the cold metal -- sending the sensors embedded in that part of her body reeling from the rapid temperature change. Just a couple of meters further up, her main exhaust rumbled as she lost control for a split-second. A burst of excitement kicking up more dust around the runway. She felt the damp wet tip press against her and relaxed her muscles to accept it. A loud slick noise ensued as she pushed the lubricated tip of the cargo capsule into her ass. Pressing down, feeling it stretch her rear entrance, the large lady could only grit her metallic teeth and bear it. The first portion of its length had sunk into her tight ass, and the growing girth as she descended towards the middle of the capsule forced a response. "Ah-aah!" she gasped, quickly followed by a load moan as her surprise turned to a strange sense of pleasure. Noone had told her it would feel so...so good. "Status report," barked the voice on the comlink. All of the aeromorphs were connected so we could hear the exchange between them.

I watched her face as Beta held off on replying for a moment while she steadied her quivering ass -- nerve-circuits firing like a drunken gunslinger. Another wobble in her engine control reared its ugly head as she fought her instincts, ingrained so deep within her machine consciousness it was no mere impulse, but a command. "Steady now.... Keep it steady." she told herself. "We're not taking off just yet. Juuussstt yet..." she added quietly. Those watching saw her grip her legs with significant force as her hole expanded around the glimmering silver tower. Her body looming large in the ground crew's vision. As she got closer to the ground, and the gusts from her running engines began to batter them, many beat a hasty withdrawal -- removing themselves to safer distances, away from the giant ass cheeks of doom. "Nnghg-nothing adverse to report sir, loading as planned." she reported to base control. "Good. Keep the noise to a minimum, A.L.I.C.E." the man replied tersely. He was not amused at the antics. "Yuh-yes sir," she answered, biting down on her rubber lower lip.

As we all watched her, it was clear that she was desperate to conceal the extent by which the payload's entry was driving her wild. "Over..." she panted. Her whole body clenched. Over half of the capsule had been swallowed by her hungry aperture. And with that came the thickest part -- threatening to tear her synthetic sphincter with its girth. Alice forced herself to continue -- feet digging into the concrete as they curled, ripping up what might as well have been solid rock for all the resistance it offered to her immense strength. Cracks spread out from her, tearing up the runway. This hastened the retreat of even the bravest humans present. Huffing as she took more and more, her engine exhausts fluttering as she breathed erratically, Beta took as much length as she could while squatting. With the bulk of the capsule inside her, she decided it was time to stand. Lifting her body, the capsule's exposed end sticking out of her ass, the prototype rose to her full height. A couple of quick motions, flexing her lower body, and all that remained visible of the cargo was a nub that disappeared.




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