Bumps Or Clit Tickler

"Processing complete. Insufficient stimulation for complete volumetric analysis."

Lois frowned at the computerized voice...and the frown deepened as the dildo began to withdraw downwards. The reporter frowned as the thirteen-inch long, four-inch-thick cock she was sitting on slid easily out of her pussy, leaving behind...a terrible emptiness. She had actually been getting excited by how well it filled her.

What the hell did the computer mean by "insufficient stimulation"? The reporter wondered...but not for long.

Farther down the bench, two portals opened, and two new dildos emerged. Both were nearly identical to the one Lois had just been sitting on...and, the reporter noted, they were coming out of holes which some of the earlier dildoes had emerged from and disappeared into.

How does that work? Lois asked herself. Are they just elevators and the dildos are swapped out? Or are they somehow making the dildos in there?

More questions without answers. The reporter was getting tired of those, and the sexual frustration wasn't helping her patience any.

"Please select your cock." The computer chirped.

She stood up over the bench, not even bothering to wipe her pussy. Her hand wandered down to the huge, swollen labia, scratching inside the lips. All of this penetration was starting to really stimulate her, even if the smaller cocks didn't fit.

The nearest of the two cocks was the same clear, glass-like cylinder...but now the surface was covered by raised bumps, each about an inch wide and perhaps half an inch high. Lois had known of condoms and dildos which were ribbed or bumpy "for her pleasure," but she hadn't ever tried it herself. Recalling how well the thick dildo had filled her monstrous puss last time, the thought of the added thickness and friction from the bumps made Lois...curious, at the least.

The other dildo was at the far end. It was black as obsidian glass, though otherwise the same dimensions...but it was slightly curved, and at the very base of it, reaching out like a scorpion's stinger, was a small, smooth, rounded bit. Lois recognized that as a clit tingler...and she had used one of those before. In fact, her favorite sex toy at home had the same "crab claw" design, albeit on a much smaller scale.

The reporter chewed her lip as her fingers scratched deeper inside her pussy...clear honey leaking out over her fingers.

Decisions, decisions... the reporter said, genuinely torn for once on which would feel better inside her muff...and what data the computer would take away from such a choice.