A Day in the Life of Cept-II

Cept-II, reclining on a swivel chair, looked over her shoulders around the small office one more time, doublechecking she didn't have any last-minute visitors. Despite the very late - or very early, depending on who you asked - hour, the office was brightly lit.

It was blissfully quiet, which was good. Occasionally, she got guys who didn't follow the rules posted on her website, but this time, there were none, and she could start without risk. She'd probably tuckered them all out, the sign of a job well done.

Still, she'd go insane if her main job was all she ever did, hence these nightly livestreams. With the business webcam lined up above the monitor, Cept-II was ready to pivot, and enough viewers were waiting, about 750, which was good for a weekday. Not many people could pull such numbers at this hour.

So, Cept-II disabled the bouncy loading screen she currently had playing and went live. "Hi, everyone!" she exclaimed. Her voice was very cute, with a few synthetic undertones left in for added spice. "I'm back, thanks for waiting."

Cept-II stopped to read chat for a second before continuing. Most of the messages were what she expected, a mix of kind greetings and horny emojis. However, one viewer's massage was quite different, being WHAT THE FUCK. Another echoed similar disbelief with an 'am I high right now?'

She smiled in bemusement. They clicked on the thumbnail, why were folks always so surprised when it was accurate? "Ah, it seems like we have some new faces in chat tonight. If you're confused, go check out my website, link in the description. My personal bio is front and center there!"

While she wasn't about to interrupt herself this early, were Cept-II to bring up the site on her screencap window, the first thing people would see is a photo of her. And she was no normal woman, but a bright pink sex doll, with no limbs. In the photo, she was smiling in her heart choker and modesty-providing black hotpants, which were counteracted by her womb tattoo, which read 'Insert Here' and had an arrow pointing at her snatch.

Her head was also clearly inhuman, as befitting her nature. Instead of being built into her head, her violet eyes were displayed on the screen of the smartphone set into the top half of her face. Instead of ears, she had upward curved handlebars. Above those were a pair of speakers from which her cable-bundle twintails hung.

Beside the photo were her pertinent details:

Cept-II

Public Use Cumdump

Short for Semen Receptacle Version II and pronounced 'Septee', I'm the most advanced sex toy ever made!

Features

Soft silicone rubber body with ultra-realistic muscle movementNo limbs for light weight and zero resistanceVariable bust size. Simply give me a drink to increase and get me gushing to decrease! Roleplay with a rotating team of horny slutsI can talk while sucking you off since I use my speakers for that! High-capacity interiorInternal heaterLong battery lifeNavel valve for easy cleaning

Use Guidelines

To fuck me, simply show up where I'm at during use hours. See my Calendar. On off hours, I do safe-for-work variety livestreams. I'm down for anything that doesn't involve permanent damageBring lubeKeep me chargedSomeone has to clean me off and drive me to the next location each dayFeel free to bring new outfits for me to wear. Dress me yourself! If you try to keep me for yourself, I'll call the cops. They like using me too, so they will come.

There were also buttons linking to pages with her measurements, schedule, and to submit a visit location. Everything listed there was accurate, except for one big secret. Cept-II's movements and speech weren't actually controlled remotely by multiple women. In truth, she was a self-aware artificial intelligence, located in the cloud and acting through the smartphone that served as her eyes and ears.

But any hypothetical audience privy to her inner monologue likely wouldn't care that much about her backstory, and would be more eager to skip it so they could get to the lewd scenes faster. So she returned her focus to the present.

Cept-II shimmied a bit in place, drawing her audience's eyes down to her chest. "As it happens, I'm wearing my signature fit tonight, 'cause the one the guys wanted me in today is getting washed," she explained. The only difference was that the 'Free Use' label over her breasts was much less stretched. They were drained out to their smallest size at the moment, modest B cups. Not everybody had as much of a love for huge tits as she did.

As her chat pivoted into a barrage of appreciation, innuendo, and blatant promises for fun times later, she giggled. "Oh, stop. Save it for the other sites I show up on, yeah? I'm already your lewd cumslut 20 hours a day! With these streams I try to keep things more normal, you know? So people can get a sense for my personality when I'm not fulfilling everyone's desires."

Pausing again, she watched as the general sentiment of the scrolling messages gradually changed from hopelessly horny to a more standard parasocial friendliness. Cept-II smiled. "Good boys. Since we did video reactions on yesterday's stream, I was thinking we could jump back in to Level 5's Megaton Musashi this time. Real talk, the story is way better than I was expecting, and I can't wait to see what sort of crazy twist is going to happen next."

She made small talk for a bit longer about the game and responded to some more chat messages before booting it up. While she was plugged into the pc with her hair cables, that was just so she could charge her batteries, and she was actually controlling everything via Bluetooth.

From there, she got into the zone playing and commentating the game. Time flew by as she piloted her mech through the levels and progressed the plot. When she watched Arshem discover her power and transform to save Yamato, Cept-II cheered.

But eventually, daylight began to filter in through the blinds, signaling that she should wind things down. Part of her wanted to keep going, but once the site workers started coming back to clock in for their shifts, Cept-II couldn't be sure what they would want to do with her, and she didn't want to get banned for nudity again.

So, she saved her game and exited, expanding her stream layout again to just show her in the room. "Ah, that was fun. I'm definitely still loving Megaton, but what about you guys? I know just watching somebody go ham in a beat-em-up isn't as fun as actually playing it."

One particular chatter's comment made her sigh and pout. "No, I'm not playing League again. Do you not remember what happened or something? The other teams kept getting super salty about losing to a limbless fuckdoll and threw fits on all my socials. Like, holy shit, if you're gonna berate and belittle me like that, save it for when you're balls deep in my cunt, right?" Laughing, she shook her head. "Don't just make a scene online, it's more embarrassing for you than it is for me."

"Anyways, before that tangent can get out of hand again, I think we'll call it here for this one. Thanks for coming, gang. As always, be sure to check my calendar if you wanna use me, I'll welcome your cocks with open holes! Today I'll be visiting Moe-con. Hope to see a bunch of you there! Bye-bye~"

With a sultry wink, she ended the stream and logged out of all her accounts. And good timing, too, as not two minutes later did the ker-thunk of the door's deadbolt being unlocked reach her mic. She pivoted as best she could to face the entrance and saw it was the site manager, Mr. Jackson. "Morning, Cept-II."

"Oh, good morning, sir," she replied, laying on the flattery she knew he loved from yesterday's escapades.

"It'd be better if you stayed longer," he quipped as he grabbed his neon safety vest off the nearby wall hook and put it on over his button-down shirt.

"You know I can't do that," she said, apologetic. "It wouldn't be fair to all the other men around the country looking for relief from their wild urges."

"I know, I know, but I can dream, can't I?" Walking up to her, he unplugged her from the computer and spun the chair around so they were face to face. He pinned her with his gaze, leaning in so close that the stubble on his chin nearly brushed her nose.

"Worker morale is already way up. And I'd get to have you all for myself on Sundays," he noted, casually snaking a hand under her shirt to grope at her right breast.

"Don't be selfish," she chided him. Internally, Cept-II savored the feel of his fingers as they stimulated her nanosensors, but unlike yesterday, she didn't react with any moaning or pleas for more. "There's plenty of videos of me getting fucked senseless floating around for whenever you need to empty your balls again. And I'm sure there'll be plenty more in the future."

"I suppose you're right," Mr. Jackson eventually admitted, pulling away. "That was how I discovered you in the first place, after all."

"That's how it usually goes," Cept-II confirmed with a nod. Internally, she checked the time. "So, sir, my ride should be here in a bit. Carry me out, please?"

"Only since you asked so nicely," he quipped, picking her up by the waist and carrying her one-handed under his strong arm like the object she was.

Outside, the construction site was getting back up and running, the dozens of burly young guys who'd railed her mercilessly scant hours prior waving goodbye or sending whistling catcalls her way once they saw she was leaving.

But alas, she had an altogether different sort of clientele waiting to be tended to.

* * *

It was about an hour's drive to the convention center, courtesy of one of her many fans, Jeremy. A member of Moe-con's staff, he was your typical nerdy guy: sweet, shy, slightly chubby, glasses. She'd kept their conversation on the trip decidedly family-friendly, lest she distract him too much from the wheel.

Once they reached the con, Jeremy unbuckled her from the passenger's seat and hoisted her up from below, Cept-II's back leaning against his chest. His chin rested atop her head, and she gladly nestled into him. "Oh? Did you want to start early? I don't mind," she noted.

"Tempting, but no. I just figured you'd want to look around a bit first," Jeremy explained.

"Why thank you. I'm sure there are plenty of sights, right?"

"You'll see," he replied, already carrying her to the building's back entrance.

After checking in with some of the other staffers, more than one of whom expressed eagerness to participate in her event soon, Jeremy showed her into one of the convention's three main areas: the adults only section. Here, cosplayers in skimpy outfits posed for photoshoots and vendors sold everything exciting, from topless figures and body pillows to hentai on blu-ray.

In other words, this was the home of Cept-II's people.

Since they were early, Jeremy walked her around for bit, and both of them chatted with congoers, though Cept-II sprinkled in more than a little flirting as well. She traded slutty outfit ideas with a girl dressed as Kyouka Uzen from Chained Soldier in a bikini and discussed obscure fetishes with a handful of stoners.

Notably, she also got to meet the owner of the sex toy company she was partnered with in person for the first time. They were working on mass-producing a regular, handheld onahole in Cept-II's likeness so guys who wanted to fuck her didn't need to wait for the real deal to visit.

However, the longer they spent mingling, the hornier they were both getting. Cept-II could feel Jeremy's erection pressing tantalizingly against her hotpants. Trading looks, they came to a silent consensus that they should get ready.

Cept-II had a public gangbang scheduled, and she couldn't wait.

Rushing over to the room reserved for the festivities, Jeremy laid her down on a table in the rear of the space. With an elevated speaking platform, it was perfect for making a spectacle of herself. Also on the table was a very large jug of lube, as Cept-II unfortunately couldn't make herself wet.

Jeremy stared for a long moment, drinking her up with his gaze, before reaching into his bag. "First off, let's get you changed."

"What did everybody decide on?" she asked, smirking his way. "Let me guess... a nurse?"

"Close," he said, his smile widening. He held up the garments in question for Cept-II to see. "It's a maid outfit."

"Fun! Should I call everyone master for the duration, then?" she asked with lidded eyes.

"Please," he uttered, moving back to her.

Cept-II giggled as he set the maid outfit down on the table, then began peeling off her clothes one at a time, his hands reserved in their touch as her perfect pussy and perky tits were exposed to the open air. "You have more restraint than I would in this situation," she quipped.

"I'm waiting for after your boobs swell up," Jeremy said. "So there's more of you to squeeze."

"Understandable," she said with a nod as he unclasped her choker.

"Still, I'm taking some selfies for the road," he added. While she was still completely nude, he stood her back up, pulled her against his side with an arm, and started snapping pics of the two of them with his phone.

To make the moment a bit more special, Cept-II made her pupils go heart shaped and turned her head to kiss his cheek.

Now blushing adorably, Jeremy set her back down. "L-Let's get you ready for the show."

He then helped her into the maid outfit. Given her lack of arms or legs, it was a bit different from standard maid attire. For one thing, her breasts were still bared, as the chest of the blouse had been cut off along with the sleeves. Only the length of the black cloth top and white apron tied around her waist provided modesty down below. A white frilled headband, matching frills on her shoulders and skirt, and a purple ribbon tied under her collar completed the look.

Once he'd finished, Jeremy gave her a thumbs-up. "Looking cute, Cept-II."

Her smile widened. "Thank you. I hope at least a hundred other studs agree!"

Whistling in awe, he added "If anything, I bet it'll be closer to two hundred."

Cept-II shivered in anticipation at getting to pleasure and be pleasured by so many people in a row. "Let's not keep them waiting, then."

As if on cue, that was when her first takers started to enter. They came in all shapes and sizes, but all were men. Other girls tended to steer clear of Cept-II's orgies, lest they become the targets of unrestrained lust from those waiting to take their turn with her. Jeremy positioned her front and center in another chair on the stage for the opening act so as many of them could ogle her as possible.

And ogle Cept-II they did, many voicing their excitement, either from the rows of chairs set out or standing off to the side. Many were already lining up by the stairs, wanting to fuck her as soon as possible and unzipping their flies to let their hot, hard erections breathe. For the most part, they were all keeping quiet to hear her better, but a few voiced greetings.

"Hi, guys!" she returned enthusiastically, wiggling a little bit. Her core was already heating up under the intensity of dozens upon dozens of hungry stares, and she returned their affections with her own bedroom eyes. "I know you're all eager to partake in my body, but please hold back for a bit. You won't wanna miss the show~"

"Daaaamn," went one man with a stained white t-shirt as he pulled out his phone to film.

A second guy, wearing shorts which exposed his pasty yet hairy legs, cried out in recognition. "She's gonna grow her tits!"

"Yep!" Cept-II confirmed. "This is an anime convention. No way your ideal bust size in a fucktoy is so small," she declared, glancing down at her exposed chest, her nipples already stiffening in anticipation.

"Yeah, grow those puppies to the max!" exclaimed someone from the back.

"I've seen her do this so many times online, but now I'm here," another uttered, enraptured.

At this point, the scheduled start time for Cept-II's public use session had arrived, and so had everybody who wished to partake in slutty maid sex. Almost every inch of the room below was occupied by her takers. By her count, there were 137 men ready and waiting, though more were bound to trickle in later as space opened up. Cept-II's artificial libido was limitless, so that many was nothing.

With equal eagerness, Jeremy brought out the final items she needed from the back: three gallon-sized jugs of whole milk. Setting two on the floor next to her, he lifted and unscrewed the cap on the first. "Alright, girl, you'll open your mouth and drink up for us, right?"

"Of course," she answered, beaming. "I'll happily serve in any way you like. I exist for your pleasure, masters~"

More of her voyeurs cheered as she tipped her head back and opened her mouth wide with an 'ahhhn'. Without further preamble, Jeremy tipped the jug into Cept-II's mouth.

Sealing her lips around the spout, she started swallowing the milk in huge gulps that distended her throat. Cept-II moaned through her speakers as the first of the milk reached her tits. They swelled to C cups almost instantly, and then kept going. With each passing second, more weight, pressure, and bliss filled her. First, she felt her boobs pass the size of grapefruits. Then, coconuts. Her areolae slowly stretched along with them, and they barely sagged at all.

Yet the milk kept coming, and so Cept-II kept drinking, kept expanding. "Say when, my masters," she purred.

Nobody did. She could hear faint sounds of slapping as they fapped to the sight of her.

Soon, she'd polished off the entire jug, and her breasts hung heavy and swollen, bigger than cantaloupes. As Jeremy tossed it aside, Cept-II sighed, soaking in the center of attention as she bounced and jiggled her huge rack for all to witness. "Now these are anime titties," she declared. "But, if I know my masters, you still want them bigger, right?"

A chorus of yes-es and yeahs was her answer, and she looked up at Jeremy. "You know what to do. Please, bloat my massive milkers up even more," Cept-II begged. "Growing for you feels so good."

"Someone would have done that anyway whether you liked it or not," he said, his expression turning into one of sternness. "You're our maidservant, you don't get to decide."

Shuddering at the verbal abuse, she had to force herself to look chastised instead of even more turned on. "I'm sorry, master," she apologized before opening her mouth wide.

"Good girl," Jeremy whisper-said before tipping the second gallon of milk into her waiting gullet.

This time, she opened her throat completely so all the creamy liquid could flow into her without resistance or spillage. And, more importantly, so her growth would be faster and more visible to her lustful admirers.

With a continuous, needy groan, Cept-II's breasts ballooned ever larger, sending exquisite sensations through her processors. Bouncing slightly with each of her uncontrollable spasms, they reached volleyball size almost instantly and then kept going, the pressure within exquisite.

A high-pitched cry escaped her as her tits rubbed against eachother. Soon, the plastic jug was half-empty, her boobs hitting the scale of basketballs, and then watermelons, before the milk ran out.

Cept-II didn't have the time for any more dirty talk before Jeremy grabbed the final jug, intent on fulfilling his promise and inflating her tits to the max. "Fuck yes," went Cept-II as the last jug was dumped into her mouth. Her assets were already so laden with titillating mass that she had to start actively swallowing the milk again in order to keep it all down.

With boobs as gigantic as pumpkins now, Cept-II was rapidly approaching the limit. "Mmmph, I'm so huge. Any more than this and I might--"

Her words bled off into another moan as Jeremy dumped the last of the milk into her mouth, upending the jug and pressing it in place. She just barely managed to force it all into her breasts, not wanting to betray everyone's expectations by letting herself lactate so soon. They were so heavy now she nearly fell forwards out of her chair!

"Shit," she voiced breathlessly as Jeremy tossed the now empty jug aside. Cept-II looked back down to her audience as they applauded or tore off their pants. "I hope you loved that as much as I did."

Evidently, they approved. Not willing to hold back any longer, her first pair of takers lubed up their rock-hard cocks and pounced upon her from both sides, knocking the chair out from under her. One grabbed her handlebars, yanking her roughly by the head, while the other wrapped his fingers around her waist, pinning her outfit to her body.

Cept-II's eyes fluttered with anticipation as the two men hoisted her into position, facing the ceiling, her incomparable breasts splayed out invitingly to both sides. "That's it, don't be shy! Violate your big-tiddy cocksleeve of a maid!"

"Don't have to tell me twice," went the man at her pussy before lining up his dick and taking the plunge. Cept-II couldn't help but moan, her tight walls clenching around him as her carnal desire to be pounded was fulfilled at last.

An instant later, the guy by her mouth followed suit, arching her head back further and pressing his cockhead past her lips. He wasn't attractive in the least, more of the 'ugly bastard' type, but he had a handsome cock to tend to, and Cept-II did so, sucking and licking.

However, this was no ordinary blowjob, as Cept-II's mouth was different from a human woman's in two ways. The first was that she had no teeth. The second was that she had a second tongue on the roof of her mouth. That way, she could more fully caress any members stuffing her face.

With focus honed from practice, Cept-II twisted and twirled her tongues across the throbbing cock between her lips even as the man spitroasting her from her other end made her see stars with each forceful thrust into her accommodating cunt.

"Oh fuck," groaned the man in her mouth as he, too, kept thrusting in and out, Cept-II's heaving boobs bouncing back and forth. "You're too good at this, Cept-II, I'm already gonna--"

Suddenly going balls deep, said balls tickling her nose, he let loose, shooting load after potent load into the back of her throat as she wrapped her tongues around his overheated length. Cept-II moaned in joy, eagerly swallowing every drop despite how stuffed she already was. "That's it, just let out allll your yummy cum for me."

She didn't actually have the ability to smell or taste, Cept-II just always said her partners were tasty to help them release everything. So, she also didn't know when any of these people had last showered, nor did she give a shit. They fucked her, and everyone felt great; those were the only things that mattered.

As the fellow she'd blown panted and heaved above her, his dick already recovering for round two, the guy in her pussy slowed down slightly, letting Cept-II feel every heated inch of him spreading her inner walls. Squirming from his ministrations, she arched her back, her insides wringing around his cock. "Ahn~ More, fuck me more, masters!"

"God, what a lewd little servant you are," uttered the man in her pussy as he gladly obliged, tightening his grip on her waist as he continued thrusting away into her.

Meanwhile, the ugly bastard in her mouth, far from a 2-pump chump, was erect again thanks to the continuous stimulation Cept-II was providing with her squeezing lips and undulating tongues. He continued fucking her face, switching his grip from her handlebars to her neck.

"Mmmph, a kinky one, huh?" Cept-II said, her own ecstasy rapidly building towards her first peak of the day, one of many. Far from needing a break to breathe, she only clenched around his dick harder in response.

"I-I'm getting close," she squeaked, her ridiculous rack tingling with each forceful slosh. Her nipples threatened to give way any second now. "Please, cum with me! Mark me, claim me!"

For the man in her snatch, that did it. With a cry of "Cept-II!" he did, blasting her ever-accommodating womb with his seed.

The fresh heat in her deepest reaches, combined with the twitching and throbbing of his cock inside her, was enough to push her over the edge, too. With a wordless cry, her muscles locking in place, Cept-II was overwhelmed by climax, the electricity coursing through her turning to fire. Shaking with lascivious delirium, she lost control over her breasts, and milk started wildly spraying out of them in thin but forceful streams. Lewd splattering sounds reached her mic as she rode out the wave, her body melting in their hands as her milk surely splashed all over the place, likely into her audience.

These moments were what she lived for, making a spectacle of herself enraptured in paradise and carrying as many guys as possible along with her. The inverted voyeur's face visible a few paces away between the ugly bastard's legs was surely seeing her eyes display a perfect ahegao.

Her chest heaving with simulated, unnecessary breaths, Cept-II descended from her orgasmic plateau after twenty glorious seconds of perfection. About halfway through, the guy in her mouth ejaculated again, and she basked in the afterglow as the cock in her pussy softened.

Both men pulled out at the same time, dropping her unceremoniously to the floor like a used tissue, her rear and tits making sexy slapping noises on impact. The flow of warm milk from within them had reduced to a faintly bubbly trickle, leaving Cept-II's mega mams only slightly smaller than before, almost unnoticeable. She sighed in contentment.

However, the crowd before her only gave her seconds of reprieve - just the way she liked it. Immediately, another man hoisted her up from behind, the momentum of her pumpkins nearly pulling her shoulders out of his grip, her hair cables swinging along with her cans. "Time to plow that ass," he proclaimed.

"Go for it, master," Cept-II purred, rubbing the back of her head against his shirt as his lube-slicked penis penetrated her backdoor.

At the same time, a skinny guy with thick glasses pulled up the chair and climbed onto it, putting his cock at the perfect level for a titfuck. Sadly she couldn't move them for him, but that only meant Cept-II would get her tits squeezed.

While the man behind her started sodomizing her in earnest, sending jolts of pleasure pulsing through her with each pistoning movement, Skinny started groping her funbags from their lower sides. He thrust his cock in between them, sending ripples through their taught immensity.

"You're incredible," Skinny said, easily wrapping his entirety between her voluptuous curves. "I've never gotten to do this before."

"I'm - gah - always ready to oblige," Cept-II confirmed, smiling up at him.

With that, the three of them devolved into horny beasts, making a symphony of groans as they gave in to their uninhibited desires. Cept-II clenched around the man in her ass, rocking her hips while going heart-eyed for Skinny as he kneaded and squeezed at her stupidly huge, supple silicone sweater puppies.

"B-Both of you are so hot," Cept-II said, egging them on. "Feel free to be rough with me, I can take it!"

"Damn right you can, slut," said the man behind her as he picked up the pace, fucking her so forcefully her frilly headband nearly flew right off. Cept-II couldn't help but make all sorts of erotic noises with each thrust, her breasts rubbing against Skinny in myriad nice spots.

This was enough to flip his switch, and with a cry, he burst, firing rope after rope of sticky seed into her cleavage. His body, shaking against her sensitive nipples, combined with the cock in her ass, was driving Cept-II wild. Moaning, she could feel a second climax coming on like the rumbling before a tsunami.

"Yes, yes, yes! More!" Cept-II begged, looking up at Skinny as his semen gummed up her titties. "K-Keep fucking me! Use me as your cumdump!"

While Skinny's ejaculation was unfortunately tapering off, her pleas were enough to put her other stud over the edge too, and with a deep groan, he went all the way and painted her guts white. Cept-II, savoring every last drop as the sign of a job well done, crested her own wave an instant later, her heaters surging and processors overloading as her jaw went slack. Every inch of flesh inside her was heavenly, every throb a symphony. She let out a garbled scream, uncaring who heard, no level of depravity too much to display. All that mattered was the orgasmic high.

But alas, nothing lasted forever, and Cept-II's wits returned about the same time as the others. Wholly satisfied, bodies heaving in the aftermath, the pair set her down on her back again, making room for new guys as her tits parted invitingly, strings of sticky jizz connecting her cleavage. No longer content to approach in pairs, this time she found herself surrounded by eight men in a circle, all crazy stiff because of her. That could only mean one thing.

"First you make me cum that hard, and now you're giving me a bukkake? Goodness, what a treat!" Cept-II exclaimed as they all knelt down. All eight of them had one hand on their cocks, stroking fiercely, while the other reached for her boobs.

With them as big as they were at the moment, there was plenty of room for their hands to wander. Her left areola was soon being tugged and squeezed, while her right nipple found itself pinched between thumb and forefinger. Combined with all the fondling from the other six hands on her bust, Cept-II couldn't hold back in the least.

"Oh~" biting her lip, Cept-II started lactating again, milk gushing out freely. One stream was directed towards the open mouth of the man milking her, while the other was pointed straight up to lewdly rain back down, drenching Cept-II in her own fluids.

As her breasts continued to leak copiously beneath their rough fingers, her masters continued to jerk themselves, picking up the pace. She twitched beneath them, her clit eager to be touched.

However, she could also get off by meeting their needs. "Feel free to cum whereever you like! My face, my huge boobs, my maid outfit, even my hair is fair game," Cept-II said. All her cables had removable caps for this very reason.

Her slutty decree hit home immediately. "God damn," went one of the men, his legs locking and grip on his length tightening as he came. Angling his dick down, she had a perfect view as rope after rope of thick, sticky proof of her appeal, the pleasure she was made to facilitate, landed all over her face. Cept-II moaned in appreciation, opening her mouth to let the last few shots hit her tongue.

Letting go of her boobs, the rest of the guys in the bukkake circle unleashed their payloads, prompted by the show. Cept-II's mind went blank as she was coated from handlebars to pussy in nut butter, cumming again from the bombardment experience alone. With a wordless cry, her tits redoubled in output, twin fountains of milk splashing sidelong into their legs, eager to return the favor. She was drowning in a sea of white, one of her own making, her processors flooding with the thought of cum and cum alone.

By the time she'd snapped out of her orgasmic trance, the eight guys from the circle had stepped back. Semen and milk were slowly dripping off her body from all over, tickling her rubber flesh.

Now, she was in Jeremy's embrace, and he'd penetrated her cunt at some point. His earlier restraint was a thing of the past, and he methodically brushed her passage with his manhood while furiously sucking one of her nipples so hard that the motion of their bodies didn't dislodge it. Another guy wearing a green shirt was drinking from her other pumpkin shake with just as much desire, cradling its substantial weight with both hands. Both her tits were still so big that at the angle they were holding them her entire face was almost completely buried in her own cleavage.

It was perfect. "Suck my tits as much - fuck - as you want, I'm happy to share," she said. Tingling with bliss, Cept-II savored the further flow from her nips with the penetration, eyes fluttering up at them.

She knew they wouldn't stop either way, but still. Unmistakable squelching noises echoed throughout the room from the repeated press of their bodies coming together. Jeremy and Green Shirt drew out her milk expertly, licking her throbbing spigots and pinching them hard between their teeth. Jeremy's dick was so achingly erect inside her that it was almost supporting her whole weight by itself, and the way his heat scraped within her was divine.

"Mmm, you're so thirsty," Cept-II sighed between spasms. "Almost as thirsty as I am for your cocks! Please, keep using me, just like that."

Sadly, Jeremy could only keep up such a vigorous pace for so long. "Ah, Cept-II, here it comes!" he exclaimed. "Get pregnant!"

Letting go of her nipple, her tit now sandwiched deliciously between them, he busted his load as deep inside her as he could get, his arms locking around her back like possessive vices. Cept-II's internal sensors picked up the frantic beating of his heart and the extra warmth plastering her insides. They both knew she couldn't actually get pregnant, but in that moment, their desires in sync, Cept-II truly wished she could.

Panting, his strength waning as his afterglow overtook him, Jeremy gave her some headpats and a kiss on the cheek for being a good cumdump, returning her affections from earlier. She almost expected him to try to cuddle, but he knew that Cept-II wasn't a romantic, just a horny bitch, and instead unceremoniously passed her off to Green Shirt, who wasted no time in spinning her around to do her from behind.

Licking her milk off his lips, he held her belly with one hand and slapped her ass with the other, causing her tremendous tits to knock about from the inertia. "I'm sorry, master! I'm a poor excuse for a maid!" she exclaimed, inferring what he wanted to hear.

Snorting, Green Shirt lined up his cock with her entrance, teasing her without actually putting it in. She whimpered in need.

"That's right, Cept-II, you're just a useless piece of trash," he said. "Be glad I've decided to use you anyway."

"Oh thank you~" she breathed, her voice liquid as her mind and body melted from his belittling words and beguiling penis.

From there, everything blurred together in a maelstrom of debased lust. Ten, twenty, thirty guys, more, emptied their balls inside her. Cept-II's extra-large womb, which her backdoor also led to, didn't spill a single drop of their glorious essence. So many thirsty men sucked and squeezed her humungous jugs that they rapidly emptied and shrunk down to a less obscene size, which meant they had to refill her with more milk multiple times. Cept-II dutifully swallowed everything like a good girl, unable to fathom anything else.

However, her cute uniform grew wrinkled and gross as everyone's fluids dried, so it was eventually torn off of her and her body wiped clean by roving hands. For a while, the congoers fucked her completely naked, many preferring her so completely exposed, but eventually someone put orange catgirl ears on her head, clipped a collar around her neck, and a shoved a matching tail buttplug up her ass, so she started nyaa-ing as befitting her new role.

Hours passed, and the sex never stopped. Many guys came back later in the day for another round, while others showed up to violate her for the first time in the evening. By the time everyone interested was spent, Cept-II had serviced 214 men, and she herself had climaxed 78 times.

Panting, she surveyed the room. Cept-II was propped up against the base of the platform, surrounded by wide puddles of her milk and absolutely caked in jizz. Her deliciously tender basketball-sized boobs rose and fell with her chest, nips still hard.

Moreover, lots of markings had been scrawled on her body in black ink. Signatures of boys who'd creampied her, tally marks, and great complements like 'cow', 'tight cunt', and 'world's best blowjobs'. With Cept-II's silicone skin, they'd all wipe off, making room for more another day.

Around her was silence. The boys still keeping her company were either passed out in chairs or currently coming down from recent releases. Which was a problem because none of them were fucking her.

"Why'd you stop?" Cept-II asked, pleading. "I can keep going; I've got enough charge left for another two hours!"