Breakfast 2077

My eyes were dreary as I was lulled awake. A second later my eyes are met with a flicker, then a beach and floating menu from my headset. My ears are filled with the sounds of waves crashing and birds. Even my nose picks up on the smell of salty water. As leaned my lithe body back on the beach chair, still in the skimpy bikini from last night.

The taste in my mouth changed as the Nighttime GAIN TRAIN blend flowing down the tube was replaced with Morning Dew Extra. I suck and guzzle down the thick, sweet, caffeinated syrup, the machine increases the flow with me.

My stomach grumbled, and my bleary eyes wandered on the targeted ads exploding from the menu, my gaze skimming across them ordering everything. Frosted Fried Fudge Waffles, Mocha Caramel Syrup. Bacon Sausage Cakes with Syrup and Gravy, modern dishes for the modern palate. A little heavier meal than usual, a green icon tells me my calorie benchmarks are met. I rush to checkout with Prime priority delivery. Yes, I would like to add Cheese stuffed Garlic Texas Toast. Yes, I would like Ice Cream stuffed Crepes. Yes, I would like extra syrup. Yes, I would like to MEGASIZE everything. Salivating at the bigger order. I finally confirm the order and take another guzzle of Dew.

Blinking as my eyes finally focus and take in the notifications. It’s not even 11, no wonder I feel so tired. I glance back at the order notification, Elapsed time 00:00:12, Estimated time: 00:00:58. Fuck, I hate the breakfast rush. Even with Prime status this was infuriatingly slow. My blood starting to boil, my maids appeared. I felt their hands sink into me, soothing away my stress while I take a long swig of the Morning Dew.

Nearly a whole minute later, A popup lets me know that the drone arrived. I close my eyes as my headset is removed. The drone let itself in, and I can hear it buzzing off. The blinds are opened, blinding me a moment as I'm met with a sea of perfectly pale, soft flesh, clean of my binge last night. I spit out the feeding tube and it retracted above me.  Another set of arms start shoveling my breakfast in. My mobility chair starts shifting me into a more upright position while the arms continue their work. My belly supporter shifts forward, opening room in my stomach while keeping it off my spreading legs. Even with my belly lower, my chest is continues to block my view.

I try to chew and keep up with my stomach's demands, but as I'm about to give up, I open my mouth for the tube to feed me as stream of mashed breakfast. I close my eyes, my toys work their way underneath and inside me, pressing past my belly and fupa. Changing shape to provide me maximum stimulation, they plunge up into me,  the tube's flow stops a moment to give me room to gasp before restarting.

I twitch and shudder as waves of mechanically precise pleasure wash over me. I nearly have the thought to turn up the intensity, but my toys turn themselves up. I almost think to turn up the rate of the feeding tube, but it beats me to it. I almost think to order a second breakfast for an indulgent day, but its already been confirmed. I almost wonder how hard

I almost think to do something besides indulge.

I cum,. My satisfied sigh has the system rate itself 5 stars as always.

It's good to be wealthy.