Unit H4Y-D33

Haydee explores the halls of this mysterious facility she woke up in mere hours ago, her white high heeled boots clicking against the sterile steel floors, her dark-skinned body wobbling gently with every step. She didn't know where she was, where she was going, or even who she was - all she knew was that the thick meat that made up her body was quite cumbersome in it's proportions. Her soft, bouncing breasts hung low when she crouched and squished against her chest when she crawled along ledges, and her bountiful ass was no better - The sheer width of her hips made it a challenge to fit in the ventilation system, often-times needing to force herself through.

As far as she could tell, she was robotic. One of the first things she discovered was that her head looks almost like a helmet, yet one that couldn't be removed. She wonders, perhaps, if she was some kind of sexbot. That would certainly explain her proportions and outfit, a skintight white leotard - But what sexbot doesn't have a face? It was nothing more than an opaque white surface.

Regardless of what Haydee was, is, or used to be, she's been making it just fine in this strange place. A few robot guards had fallen under her pistol already, and she didn't have a scratch on her. Her hips swinging with her steps, her thighs and rear gently shaking with her pace, her finger servos whine almost imperceptibly as she places her palm to a control panel. The door in front of her glides open silently, revealing a cramped and nearly pitch black room, only small floor lights to see by.

As unsettling as it was, it was her only way forward. Every other door in the hallway was locked, and the door she came in through locked behind her as well. Pulling the blaster from her hip, Haydee steps into the room as carefully and quietly as she could, her boots still softly clicking against the metal floor. Once she's a few feet inside, the door behind her suddenly slams shut and locks, leaving her trapped as four lights flip on, one by one.

The light reveals some kind of strange technology in the room, nothing that triggers any kind of memories in Haydee's banks, but a sign above four ports in the wall says "Refuelling station". With caution and care, she reaches out to touch one, pulling her hand back as a black robotic hose extends from it, rubbery and flexible, with four small claws and some kind of nozzle at the end. She backs up as three more come from the other holes and start creeping towards her, twisting and curling in the air, but she quickly feels her soft body pressing up against the door. Nowhere to run, Haydee raises her pistol, however too slowly as the hoses begin to constrict around her.

Two wind around her legs from the ankle upwards, sinking into the soft flesh of her thighs and holding her tight as she struggles, the other two wrapping around her arms. Haydee fights to free herself, but this body has little in the way of muscle mass, and they easily overpower her, retracting back and holding her against the wall. Some kind of magnetic field traps her against it, the hoses returning to full length and scanning her body shortly before they begin their work.

Two hoses press their nozzles against her fat breasts, pressing into the rubbery synth-flesh as the claws bite down, the nozzles pushing into where her nipples would be, puncturing through the white spandex and into her "flesh" with the slightest prick of pain. Haydee feels an uncomfortable pressure as they start injecting her with something, something that's very quickly making her breasts itch with an alien feeling. The itch spreads from her breasts to her torso slowly, the heaving of her chest growing more and more desperate as this strange new feeling demands that she touch her body, run her hands across her soft skin.

Another feeling begins in her breasts, the flow of fluid only increasing as her already massive bust grows even more intrusively large. Rapidly stretching from their original size, then half that again, double, triple, quadruple, Haydee's head was a fireworks show of this new feeling, forced on her by the strange machine. Before she even noticed they were ten times as large as when she woke up, mere inches off the floor, the weight almost unbearable, even about to pull her from the magnetic field holding her to the wall. She starts to squeak and groan in high pitched, feminine noises, as her body starts to quiver uncontrollably.

Throwing her head back as the hoses finally pull their needles from her massively inflated breasts, she shivers, pulses of this new feeling called lust shooting through her. Her legs and stomach tense and release, the magnets dropping her to the floor, or more accurately, allowing her to rest against her breasts, too big for her to walk around and certainly too big to fit through the doorway. Her hands rub up and down her sides, her stomach, her thighs, over what she can reach of her breasts, over her glassy faceless face, glowing a faint red. Finally, after almost a minute of frantic touching and self-fondling, she stops, dazed, but no less aroused.

Two more hoses reveal themselves, clawless this time, the sign changing to say "Primary fuel tanks filled" as they wrap around her legs, pulling them apart and scanning her body. One of them slides aside the crotch of her leotard, revealing two new ports to her secondary and tertiary reserves, One hose pushes into the tight pucker of her tertiary port, while the other pushes into the soft pink slit that was her secondary port, moist and dripping. They continue, about a foot of hose entering her body and forcing an electronic moan of pleasure from her vocalizer, before the screen flashes a red warning, the sound of an alert going off.

"Blockage detected - attempting reinsertion" glowed on the screen, the hoses slipping out of her holes and entering again. The alarm repeats. It tries again - Alarm. Again - Alarm. Again - Alarm, again, and again, and again, sending Haydee into an uncontrollable bout of pleasure. She rests against her breasts, moaning as the hoses repeatedly slip in and out of her tight portholes, their rough texture sending her pleasure circuits into overdrive as the refuelling station tries, harder and harder (and more rapidly) to successfully connect to her reserves. Haydee has another orgasm, the warmth flowing through her circuits and causing lubricant to gush out around the hose inside her, its pace only increasing as pressure alarms began to go off.

Haydee's ass and thighs rippled, barely able to stand on her feet as the relentless attempts to connect continue, her mind shattered by the sudden new feeling the event has forced upon her. (Un?)fortunately for her, the hoses finally connected - She felt two snaps inside her body, the built up pressure in the system finally releasing the fuel in a massive gushing flow, the hoses filling with liquid and stretching her ports. Her ass and thighs began to inflate as the fuel filled her remainder tanks, growing even more rapidly than her tits did. Her sensitive body "suffers" another orgasm, tightening around the hoses as the torrent of fuel continues to load her body up, her already bountiful booty and legs now twice as bountiful, being modest.

Her orgasm continues through into a second stronger orgasm, her quivering legs finally giving out as her ass and thighs fill up completely, a minimum of four times fatter, rounder, thicker than before. The fuel reserves run dry, the hoses slipping from Haydee's body sending her into a third orgasm as her knees hit the ground, unable to process anything as every inch of her body tingles with electric pleasure. The touch of the floor is enough to send a shock of orgasmic power rippling through her flesh, her hands again rubbing over her entire body, rubbing the perfectly smooth dark synthetic skin that covers her. Losing control of her vocalizer, she moans, cries, screams as she cums for a fourth time, limbs twitching, from her rubbing and touching. It's too much for her. Her CPU overloads and her ocular sensors fade as she passes out on her knees, resting against the soft, pillowy flesh of her breasts, arms hanging limply at her side.

The lights in the room dim again, the sign showing one last message before shutting off.

"Unit "H4Y-D33" successfully refuelled."