Ink and Robot, Virgins No More

Her hands on the tops of the 1958 Impala's seat backs, Jenny watched as she had her hose rise over and down to the (hu)man(?) laying on the other side.

Ever since he had been pulled down into that frighteningly huge pussy, Francis had been coming in and out of consciousness. Had the Bebe bot been turned into Jessica Rabbit? No, some girl in green had. Bebe wasn a toon...was she? Robot...toon...was he web surfing again.... He had woken up when he was placed inside the car by...the teenage robot, so he must be dreaming.... During the last time, he had overheard talk about a vacuum...he had left thinking of his experiments with them.... Now he thought he was seeing his design... "Just my luck," he mumbled, "it's long enough, but not wide enough."

His male enhancement had given him a prick two feet long and as thick as a firehose; even a fire hydrant would be too narrow. "...stupidly large..." he grumbled.

Through her wi-fi, Jenny googled a million and seventy referencing images in a second. Her mom's strict safe search filters were missing. "Tubes can be attached to udders, breasts, and penises. This human doesn't seem to have breasts. Okay."

Francis's limp, white-inky dick was vacuumed up. It was a foot long by the time the strong suction had pulled it to the padded end of the tube. But it was too thick to go in.

Until it wasn't. The gelatin casing was gone; his inky substance was free to be reshaped. His dick flowed up into the hose, feeling every rib of its accordion shape. A perfect seal formed, up and up it rose, expanding and contracting with every change in the hose and, then, around, and down and down it tumbled. No man had ever had a dick THIS long, had they?

SADI became aware of someone entering the cab of the "car", that is, the robot. She did not recognize that someone. It did not even seem human to her. Her car alarm went off! Or it would have if she had been hooked up to one. She did have access to the circuitry of a super-strong trash compactor.