by porne » Tue Jul 23, 2024 9:26 pm
You. Are. Exhausted. Barely able to move under your own power for some time, you'd resemble a corpse if your massively bulged out belly didn't routinely squirm or your tits push out a few beads of milk as you doze in the middle of a zombie infested hellhole, the zombies seeming to think you're another corpse if any of them approached you at all. Finally, knowing you've got the energy and shouldn't push your luck, you manage to crawl to your feet in the recent dark. You know, roughly, where your camp is, slowly making your way back to it, trying not to tip over at the massive weight of robots growing in your womb. You almost yell out in frustration, why are robots impregnating you now!? At least the weird android girls had the excuse of being humanoids!
You're unclear on how you manage to stumble your way back, several hours into the dark. It's entirely possible you did in fact get attacked, fucked, and left for impregnated by a zombie and you're just spacing out. You can't even crawl to save energy, your bloated stomach so full you can't properly apply all four limbs to the ground at the same time. You just keep having to tip yourself back like you're in a lazy boy to counteract the massive weight drawing nutrients from your body. When you finally stumble into the camp, you're barely conscious as a number of hands struggle to lift you on your back, and you briefly entertain the idea of a snappy weight or working out joke as you're carted off to the laboratory, or the makeshift one anyway.
Familiar voices talk around you as you drift in and out of awareness, the pregnancy far more taxing than it really should be. Admittedly, you were basically strip mined for energy by the damned robots, and they tossed you out on your ass once they had as much as they could get. Probably a metaphor for capitalism in there somewhere. A fuzzy hand soon finds its way into yours as you realize your daughter Sunset is waiting on you. Seeing your exhaustion, she offers the only nourishment she has, shoving one of her bouncy tits into your mouth, your lips moving without meaning to as sweet milk rushes in. You suppose it's better than the other option of white fluid she normally tries to stuff you with. You continue feeding on your daughters full breast, eventually the first being swapped for the second when you finally feel the pressure and gush that signifies the end of the pregnancy. You're relieved at this point, barely able to move, your legs mildly trembling in the strange birth-gasms you've found your body now puts you through as you begin to pass the strange robot seeds.
Doctor Thompson seems to let out happy burbles as you feel your stomach finally begin to shrink, as if the pregnancy had literally been waiting on a last little bit of nutrition provided by your daughter to finish. Bleary, you manage to look at your latest... child? Much like the factory, the strange robotic device doesn't appear even remotely humanoid, and firing a scan off on the thing gives you a bit of info. It's a Robotic Control Core, the brain and main control system for a robot that has to be built externally, but once installed will extend wires and control systems throughout a prepared body to allow it be controlled. Honestly, it's probably an answer to somebodies prayers, as it completely removes a massive layer of complication to creating any type of robotic work force. Since they were "manufactured" in the local control nexus, aka your home, it seems they're attached to the local control system, but they're all dormant until put into a robotic body. You almost think that's a bad thing until you realize your single encounter, while severely traumatizing, gave you two dozen theoretical robot servants. Considering the size of the others, you'd probably be lucky to get one if you had to deliver the entire robot, which is a really weird thing to think. Shouldn't your womb be for putting out humans? Well, considering the androids put 3/4 human children in non human women, you have a good idea where you could find some generous donations if you ever decide you want more pureblood humans around. Assuming your genetics stabilize with you seeming to be the only source of humanity left.