Vaginal Capacity Ideal

The massive dildo withdrew. Lois frowned. She knew she should be happy that it was retracting from her massively distended pussy, but now that it was gone she felt...empty. Like she needed something inside of her. The reporter instinctively flexed her vaginal muscles, but there was still that sensation of empty air inside of her, as though her pussy was permanently agape.

"Vaginal capacity ideal," an automated female voice announced, different than the one before.

"Didn't feel very ideal to me," Lois Lane muttered.

"How do you feel?" the voice said.

Lois frowned. She wasn't sure what kind of script this thing was working from, but if it was asking her for any sort of input, maybe she could get out of this.

"Empty," the reporter announced loudly.

There was a whirr all around her now. A vibration ran through the chair, and Lois Lane got the impression of powerful engines revving into life, electric motors whirring, processors on impossibly complicated computers heating up...

"I'm sorry," the female voice said. "I do not understand that response."

The reporter's frown deepened. Not the response she was hoping for, but maybe there was a way to use that.

"I'd like to leave," she said, loudly to the open air. "Can we end the testing?"

The humming and whirring kicked into another gear. Lois could feel her whole body vibrating slightly. If anything, it made the emptiness between her legs worse.

"Do you wish to skip to the final test?"

Lois sucked in air. Not exactly what she'd hoped for, but anything to end this.

"Yes."

"Consent acknowledged," the voice came back, and Lois swore that there was a quirk to that female voice, like an auditory smirk, and she wondered if it really was a computer speaking...