Pillow talk

As you lay on your side looking at 6T9, you tried to come to grips with the situation. You'd just had the best sex of your life, with what might possibly be the most beautiful female you could dream of, but she wasn't human. 6T9 was a machine, but she was also self-aware, and now you began to wonder what her feelings might be, if she had any at all. Maybe it would be better to just leave it alone, and not say anything.

"I'm sorry about that," she began. Sorry? What the hell could she be sorry about. "You produced so much semen that it exceeded the design parameters I'd computed for the inner cavities of this body. I had to react quickly and a simple expansion was the only viable option. I hope it didn't spoil your enjoyment."

"Spoil it? God no! I absolutely loved every moment of it, even that," you exclaimed. "Among my kind, there's even a fetish about this, where people get extremely turned on by seeing a girl's tummy get inflated by excessive volumes of liquid injected into their vaginas or colons. I never quite understood the appeal of it until now."

"That's a relief, but now I'm concerned that I may have missed something in my initial memory scans and analysis," 6T9 continued. "From your memories, the amount of semen you normally produce seemed to be a few milliliters (a tenth of an ounce) at a time. Instead you produced two liters (half a gallon) each time. Was this a normal amount for you?"

"Definitely not," you admitted, completely in awe that you'd produced four liters (a whole gallon) between those two loads. "These transplanted organs make vastly more cum than any human male could ever dream of producing at one time." Then you reached out, grasped her shoulder and pulled her toward you slightly. "I should be the one apologizing to you. The doctor said that they'd over-compensated the size of my new semen glands during my surgery, and I should have warned you." She didn't respond, so you continued, "I hope that you were able to at least enjoy that as much as I did."

Her expression turned from perplexity to a brief look of melancholy before finally turning blank. "I am pleased that you enjoyed this, but I am still trying to understand feelings and how to measure my own enjoyment."

Part of you wished that she had lied and instead had said that she'd loved it, but you also appreciated her candor. She was just a machine after all, one designed to serve as a sexbot. Even if she was self-aware, expecting her to enjoy it as much as you did was probably not realistic. "One day, I'm sure you will figure that out," you tried to reassure her.

At that moment, a door opened, and the Grey doctor entered the room and walked toward you. "The test is complete. Your anatomy is fully functional." Then he turned to 6T9 and announced, "Leave the fluid collected in this container. You're needed down in waste processing."

6T9 gave you one last kiss on the cheek and whispered, "I can return to this form whenever you want me." Then she rolled off the cushion onto the hard floor and began a metamorphosis in front of your eyes. Within seconds her form had begun to shift, and she no longer was recognizable as humanoid. Her appendages retracted and were soon replaced by sets of axles and small wheels while her body shifted into a box-shape with various hoses and retractable arms. The only telltale sign that this was the same beautiful creature you'd just fucked was the plastic sheen over the surface. Then 6T9 picked up the container from the Grey and rapidly filled it with an unmistakable white fluid and set it on a nearby counter before rolling away and out the door.