Both

"I think I will take SlutBot," you say, "But I also want to check out some more merchandise."

"I understand," Martell said.

"W-wait!" SlutBot cried, "What are you gonna do with-"

"Where is her off switch?" you ask Martell.

"On the back of her neck."

You grin and approach SlutBot.

"No, please don't-"

You press the back of her neck. Her body stiffens, then she falls forward and sleeps on her desk.

"What the fuck?!" cries a girl in the back. You walk over to her. She has long black hair, and big tits

"What's her deal?" you ask Martell.

"Oh, her?" Martell says, "Well, as you can see, her tits are the most prominent feature on her body. But they sort of... own her."

"Own her? What do you mean?"

"Well, for one thing, she shouldn't be talking. She is normally only able to say 'Titties'. Hence why I call her Bitties. If she has a real name, I don't know it."

"Titties!" Bitties protested, then covered her mouth when she realized what she said. "Tit...ties. Titties titties titties titties!"

You inwardly laugh at the girl's new situation.

"Bitties!" Martell yelled. "Take the shirt off and show Mr. Birch the merchandise!"

"Titties."

Bitties took off her shirt and bra, causing her massive milk jugs to flop free.

"Does she do titjobs?"you ask.

Martell laughed. "Yeah she does. And she loves cum all over those big tits. Right, Bitties?"

"Titties titties titties!" Bitties called.