Encore

You tell her that you want to leave her a more intimate memory than just a quick ejaculate and evacuate.

"Aw hun, that's kinda' the sweetest thing anyone has ever told me. I'm speechless, really." The light in her brain case gradually turns from yellow to blue. "But... I'm not exactly sure what more we could do. I don't exactly 'ave a body made for lovin'."

You tap the tip of your chin in thought.

"I think I've seen somethin' that might help us out though. You wait 'ere sugar while I go get it." Bertha rolls out of the room, leaving you by yourself. A few minutes later she's back, carrying something. It's a large and thick cylinder, around a foot and a half long. She also has a couple cables, and a curious colander looking headpiece with wires and what not attached to the top. She places the cylinder on the ground so it is standing up, and hands you the headpiece after plugging it in.

"It's a portable virtual reality cell. Your thinking mind gets temporarily sucked in, and we can do practically whatever we want inside. They use it to tweak the fembot's minds manualy. I've never... actually used it before though, since I've never had anyone to do it with, but I've seen some of the scientists testing it, and if it's anything like their tests the results should be... orgasmic."

She plugs a cable into one of her open ports. She tilts her body forward as if giving a nod that she's ready. You put the headpiece over your head, and although nothing happens immediately upon donning it the transition is sudden and jarring. One minute you're in a closet; the next in a wide, empty, blue wire-framed plane that stretches infinitely in all directions. A woman is there too, made from millions of tiny triangles; Bertha you presume. She's an average looking woman in her late fourties, skin like cocoa, not heavyset but a little plump, with big heaving breasts that make her slightly short stature look a little silly. She's wearing plain clothes covered with an apron, and her black hair is tied back with a cloth that wraps around her hairline. She smiles a little nervously at you, unsure of what you'd think of her.

"I wanted to be my old self with someone for a moment." She pauses. "Anywhere specific you'd like to go?"

You shrug, then smile sheepishly, telling her that since you can't remember anyplace specific, anywhere is fine. She claps her hands together and suddenly you're both transported somewhere new, the surrounding gradually phasing in from nothing. You're in a cramped room. There's a bed, an unfolding sofa kind of deal, with piles of clothes around it. While it's messy it's not dirty; no dust, no food scraps or stains. It's dark, and the only thing that lights up the room is the window with curtains, that overlooks a cityscape, orange and gray with cars that zip by in the air. Judging from the drop you must be hundreds of floors in the air. "I used to live 'ere, before I was made into what you saw of me." Suddenly she's wearing nothing but lingerie, which still looks sexy, but she'd look better without it. She lies on the bed, making it creak. She looks at you with awkwardly flirty faces; she looks out of practice, but you get the gist, smiling back to reassure her. You strip, letting your gradually hardening cock dangle down, and climb onto the bed with her, pinning her under your arms and legs. She bites her lip as your cock edges ever so closely to her panty clad snatch. "It's so weird, to be like this again, to 'ave young cock with me again. I used to play with all the young cocks in this building, until... until I went too far and started sucking and slurping cocks that didn't want me." She slides her lacy panties down a little, so that they're stretched around her thighs. She has a messy cunt, an outie, her labia curled out and loose. She pulls you down, letting the head push into her easing wet hole, to which she shudders in delight. "Ngh, I just loved cocks so much. I never understood why they didn't put me in a fembot, but instead into a... a... trash bin on wheels." She kisses you. "But nevermind that... give momma' a good fucking sugar."

You begin to spear your cock into Bertha, a slow steady push until you're halfway there. Then a pause before you retreat, doing it again but further. She moans, fondling her own breasts, showing their round perfection off to you. They're truly gargantuan. She pulls and squeezes on her own nipples, soft quiet yelps escaping her with each tug. You shuffle a little, raising your left leg into a half squat, and then resume your pounding with better levrage. She strains backwards, stretching her back like a cat, her fat little fingers stroking against her skin, purring softly under her breath. You exit momentarily to flip her onto her front, her thicc rounded ass and thighs in the air. You push back in with a growl, thrusting your hips while you hold the back of her head down against the mattress.

"Oh yeah baby, that's it, keep goin' like that, yeah pound my pussy! Mmmfuck!" She grips one of the pillows and holds it tight to her chest. "Ya' gonna' cum? Yeah cum, make me feel cum in my fat cunt again!"

You grab handfuls of her flesh and go to town, not holding back anymore. After a few seconds of frantic but solid thrusts you cum, and Bertha yelps something between a sexual growl and a lewd moan. You back away and fall on your ass, stroking the last couple spurts onto her delightfully velumptious brown ass. She savours the feeling of having her pussy filled for a moment before crawling around and enveloping your cock once more, this time with her mouth. She vigorously slurps and slobbers at your half flaccid, cum dribbling, dirty penis with lust-crazed tenacity, fondling your balls roughly to **** out a second orgasm, which you can't help but oblige her with, thrusting your cock in the air, shooting somewhat weak spurts onto her tongue. She greedily sucks as much as she can before gulping it down.

"I think," she says while stroking your cock to full, somewhat painful, erection once more, "one more before we part."

She lies down flat on her back, her plump lips curled into a smile. She pulls at your thighs, guiding your ass over her face. Her fingers feel strange running up and down from your perineum to the base of your spine, but it's pleasant as well. She spreads your cheeks apart momentarily to sprint her tongue between them before grasping your cock once again and jacking you off. She's a master of the tongue, and her hands are just as good, pulling at your cock with just two fingers and her thumb at your tip. You can't bear it and cum again, your balls tingling uncomfortably as they are finally emptied to the bottom of the barrel. Bertha senses this and emerges from down under, scooping the spunk with her fingers and licking them like an addict.

"...well, maybe one more time. You'd like tha' wouldn't you hun'?"

You grunt but let her have her way with you, again. She sets your cock upright and squats down onto it, her pussy swallowing it up. She purrs in delight, tensing and stretching her body as she starts to pound it up and down, but by now you're raw and it's just not as nice as it could've been, should've been. She bends over, still squatting, and really hammers her hips down up and down, up and down, until, once again, you feel another orgasm coming in, but this time your balls crawl up and hide in your body, and your cumming is just a gasp of watery discharge. Bertha hardly notices that the orgasm was just a shadow of it's former self, and slides her body back until her snatch is over your face and her mouth is over your cock. She suckles on your red, tired balls, licking them occasionally with long drags of the tongue.

"Ungh... It's been so long I just can't help myself. Just... one more time... or..." She pauses to think, as if she just realised something great. "...fuck, if I can get myself into a fembot, I could do this all the time."

Your wide eyes meet, and you open your mouth to say something to stop her, but nothing comes out but a scream as a jolt of pain racks through your brain. You throw her off yourself, but your surroundings melt away like pudding, the apartment turning back into neon blue wireframe, and from that into darkness. Slowly you too melt into black, going ****.

You feel strange as you wake up. You feel... almost dead. All your senses feel minimised, as if on one of a thousand. Your vision comes to you slowly; red tinted, a touch blurry, and pixelated. You see yourself, standing up in front of you, your hands playing around with your junk. But it's not you. You, or as you slowly realise, Bertha in your body, notices you've awoken, and backs away slowly.

"Sorry about making you cum so much, I didn't realise it's so uncomfortable to be milked like that." It's your voice, no doubt about it. "And sorry about the switch, I just had to do it. I didn't want to trick you or anything, but you know how it is. No hard feelins' right hun'? Don't worry, it ain't that bad to be in that barrel." She shrugs, before bolting for the door suddenly. You whirr after her, but you fall over on your side, clattering against a pile of cleaning supplies. She's gone. You're left alone in the dark supply closet, doomed to be trapped in a cleaning droid for a very, very long time.