Charlene and the Sex Toy Factory

The five couples, each consisting of a young woman and an older family member, stepped forward as the golden gates opened.

"Welcome!" an exotically-beautiful, late-thirtysomething woman came forward from the factory entrance wearing a colorful ringmaster-type outfit that was cut to hug her hourglass figure. "Welcome, golden dildo winners!" The woman, of indeterminate ethnic origin with her dark curly hair, lightly-bronzed skin, and almond eyes, struck a pose for the gathered press who remained on the other side of the gate before giving them a dismissive wave. With a beckon to her fresh entourage, she strode forward, the families following attentively.

The rainbow-colored sign above the large factory entrance said "Willi Fokker's Toy Factory". Wilhelmina Fokker had come out of nowhere ten years ago, taking the sex toy industry by storm and transforming it forever. The finders of the five golden dildos that were included in the packaging of the sex toys they bought were invited to the factory, along with a single family member each, to see what new, amazing things Willi was working on, and it was announced that there would be a super-secret, life-changing surprise for one of those winners.

"It's amazing, Grandpa," Charlene Boldt told her much older companion. The nineteen-year-old blonde, recently graduated from high school, looked around as they passed through the entryway. She was short, but with bouncy C-cups under her tank top. The old man, who had cared for her since her parents had passed away years ago, nodded.

Willi stopped before a metal counter, pumped some lotion from one of the plastic bottles there, and rubbed her hands together. "Please use some of this jizzberry lotion... it disinfects, with a little extra something-something that'll make you feel great!" She winked at her audience and gave her hands a sniff. They did as directed, marveling at the compelling scent. When they were done, the showwoman opened the next door.

The elder Mr. Boldt felt his hands tingling before he started feeling strange between his legs. Unbidden, his penis started filling with blood for the first time in years. Glancing over at the other two men who seemed to be in their early forties, he noticed that they were likewise looking sheepish, their slacks tenting out as they tried to cover up. He also noticed that the women were looking pink-faced, the older ones fanning their decolletage.

"Not much to see in the main area, other than my robotic minions getting things shipped out." Willi swept her arm across the large, high-ceilinged area as white-shelled automatons of all shapes and sizes lifted palettes of large boxes and loaded them onto sleek-looking trucks. Small, squat bots trundled about, sweeping up any leftover detritus.

"Do you have any human employees, Ms. Fokker?" asked one of the older male visitors. "My company has been looking to invest in robotics and AI to cut costs."

Their host turned to give the man a once-over. He was well-dressed in a three-piece suit, his gray hair slicked back. "Mister Pepper! And daughter Veronica, if I recall." At the girl's nod, she continued, "I had some human employees, but they... disappointed me. Once the technology became viable, they were all let go. It's better in many ways, but there's nothing quite like the human touch." She gave his daughter a measuring look followed by a grin.

The nineteen-year-old Veronica Pepper was brown-haired, slim, and absolutely gorgeous, with fake D-cups her father had bought her for her eighteenth birthday. She gave the industrialist a measured smile back, the expression not quite reaching her eyes.

"Anyway, onward!" The flashy woman turned and led them to a door on the far side of the room.

Unseen as the people went, the robots stopped what they were doing and turned, their sensors following the newcomers until they were out of sight. Then they returned to their tasks.

---

Augustine Toop and her mother Bess looked closer at the strap-on harness sitting on the counter. As Willi's voice faded into the distance along with the rest of the tour group, Augustine, a voluptuous, brown-haired nineteen-year-old, lifted the sex toy in the air, their host's warning to look but not touch forgotten by the pair of sex toy enthusiasts. The 8-inch penile attachment looked incredibly real, with veins and a heft to it that you just didn't get with silicone.

"Put it on me, will you, Augie?" Bess asked as she pulled off her slacks and underwear. She was an older version of her curvy daughter, with DD breasts versus her daughter's D's.

The younger woman easily fastened the harness in place around the MILF's hips from behind, amazed at how intuitive the contraption was, then gasped as her mother turned around. With the peach-beige color of the straps, she could swear that her mother actually had a cock!

"Oh dear," Willi exclaimed as she and the rest of the tour group rounded the corner to re-enter the strap-on room. The Toop family, she knew, had an incredible appetite for sex toys, as evidenced by how many they had purchased in order to win the invitation. Unlike the rich Pepper family, though, the voluptuous Toops used all the toys they bought.

"Mommm... stoppp..."

The other four couples gasped as they beheld Augustine Toop bent over one of the counters, the voluptuous young woman's skirt pulled up and a large, hairy, brown-haired man raping her from behind.

"Well, I did say don't touch anything," Willi commented. "Best stay back, everyone." She pulled out a remote control and hit a red button.

Augustine was jammed into the counter again and again as the bestial man her mother had become fucked her hard with that thick, eight-inch prong. Despite the insanity of the situation, she could feel an orgasm bubbling up from deep inside. "Ohh..." She'd been horny ever since entering the factory. "Fuck... oh God.... OH GOD!" Then she was cumming hard.

"RAAHHR!" the brute bellowed and thrust deep.

"Ohh-OHHHH!" Augustine cried out as she felt a hot pulsing deep inside, right at the mouth of her womb. Her orgasm redoubled on itself as her mother somehow inseminated her with incestuous sperm. "UHH! OHH!"

The bestial man who had been Bess Toop pulled out, turned toward the tour group with his still-hard and dripping cock, and growled.

Sentinel robots burst into the room and surrounded the masculine aggressor. Finding that he was blocked in, he turned and leapt back atop his orgasm-drunk daughter.

"Ohh... Momm! OHH! Again? Ugh! Ugh! Uhh..."

Willi spoke up, distracting everyone from the rutting couple "C'mon, everyone, the robots will take care of them." She turned toward another door.

"But what happened?" a redheaded young woman asked.

Willi turned to her. "It's Daisy, right? Well, some of my toys are works in progress. Don't worry, they'll be fine."

Daisy looked back as the door closed behind them, cutting off the grunting sound of Augustine's mother sperming her child again. The athletic redhead felt her B-cup breasts tingle and wondered how it would feel to be taken in such an animalistic fashion.

Back in the previous room, the robots started to sing:

"Beep boop, Augustine Toop,

Filled with your mother's cream.

This is the first, but not the worst,

Part of Willi's scheme."

The young woman in question, barely aware as she was held immobile in a 'mating press' by her transformed mother, groaned as she felt that big, hot cock swelling inside her once again.

---

"Ugh, feeling a bit dirty after that," Willi announced as she spurted more of that delicious-smelling cream onto her hands from a bottle located in a convenient cubbyhole along the long corridor they were traversing. She waited until everyone else followed suit, noting that she hadn't even had to ask. Then she strode to another door. "The toys here are more solitary-focused." She directed their attention to dildos, butt plugs, stroker masturbators, and even some S&M toys like whips and paddles.

"Daisy?" Mrs. Bair, her mother, also a redhead, looked around for her daughter. "Daisy?!" She followed a faint keening from the corner. There, on the floor, hidden by a counter, she found her daughter, the young woman's athletic pants around her ankles and a thick, plastic dildo embedded inside her wet pussy.

"Oh, Mom, this feels so good!" the fit young woman moaned as she stroked the plastic phallus into her wanton depths.

"Sweetie, Ms. Fokker told us not to touch anything!"

"It's... unh... just a dildo, Mom... oh Godd..."

"Oh dear."

The redheads turned to see Willi there, looking concerned.

"It won't turn her into a man, will it?!" Mrs. Bair demanded of her host.

"Oh, nothing like that, no... but we should take it out before..."

"I'm cumming!" Daisy cried out, her mouth lolling open as her orgasm overwhelmed her.

"... that." Willi pulled out her remote control and pressed the red button again.

"Ohmigoddd... it's throbbing..." Daisy moaned as she continued to cum. "Ugh... ugh... is it... a spurting dild-oooh?"

Willi gave her an apologetic look. "Um, yes, but..."

"But?!" Mrs. Bair demanded.

"It doesn't have an off switch."

"What does that mean?" The older woman's eyes widened as her daughter, her orgasm finally petering off, pulled up her top and gasped as her flat stomach started to expand.

"Jesus! Get that out of her!" Mrs. Bair grabbed at the base of the dildo, but it was stuck fast.

"That won't work... it has an expanding knot, kind of like a dog's penis, that won't go down until it's finished," Willi explained.

"But you said it doesn't have an off switch!" Mrs. Bair started hyperventilating as she pulled uselessly at the malfunctioning toy.

"Yeah, we're working on that. Don't worry, here are my dev bots... they should be able to disable its power supply."

Small, humanoid-like robots ran into the room and descended upon Daisy, chittering to each other in some high-pitched language as they examined the situation. The young woman, her eyes unfocused and her tongue lolling out, looked like she was six months pregnant now.

"Help her! How can so much liquid be inside that little thing?"

"It's not inside it," Willi explained. "The device has a wormhole generator. We're still figuring it out, but we think that one drop of every human ejaculation occurring right now in the world is being channeled through it once it activates. Just one drop, but with eight billion people on the planet, well..."

"FUUUUCK!" Daisy screamed as she came again.

"Oh nooo!" Mrs. Bair moaned.

"No, this is a good thing," Willi continued. "Her uterus will open up and take some of the pressure off."

"Uhhh... uhnngh..." The teen redhead's eyes rolled up into her head as she felt her deepest, most personal place invaded by a hot torrent of humanity's sperm. However, her stomach was still expanding. She looked like she was about to give birth to twins.

The bots nodded to each other and one reached forward a metal claw. A spark flew from it to the sex toy and Daisy screamed as she came hard again. A few seconds later, she collapsed, unconscious.

Willi stepped forward to examine the situation. "There we go! Good job, boys... no pop this time."

Mrs. Bair held her daughter's head in her lap. "Pop?"

Willi fanned out her hands and pressed her lips together. "Pop! Okay, the bots will take care of you, and the rest of us will continue the tour."

Mrs. Bair sobbed softly as she remained to care for her daughter. She still couldn't remove the dildo, the stuck toy ensuring that the huge amount of sperm remained to soak into Daisy's womb.

After the others left, the robots chittered to each other in binary:

"Daisy Bair, didn't care,

Pumped full of cum,

Very athletic, also pathetic,

And really, really dumb."

---

"Ms. Fokker? Mikayla Perez."

"Yes, Miss Perez?" Willi gave the curvy Latina girl a quick once-over as they walked, as well as her father, a handsome older man with similar light brown features.

The girl looked up at her, hopeful. "The contract mentioned we'd have the chance to design our own sex toys? And you'd compensate us?"

"Oh, yes, that clause. Good timing, as we're coming up to the labs." Willi cleaned her hands using another nearby lotion bottle, and the Perez and Pepper families followed suit.

Mr. Boldt, though, gave his granddaughter's shoulder a squeeze when she moved toward it, holding her fast. Both times he'd used it before, his long-unused manhood had roared back to life, his erectile dysfunction mysteriously cured. He was of the mind that it was doing something else to the women.

Their host led them through a pair of double doors and into a large, white-walled area. "In here, my bots come up with the ideas themselves. Most don't go anywhere, but even failures can help. I think it was Edison who said that he found ten thousand ways not to make a light bulb back in the day, right?"

Mikayla heard a clunk on the other side of a couple of large white, egg-shaped structures about the size of sheds, and headed around to see. There, a small automaton, one of the ones Willi had called 'dev bots', was picking up what looked to be a headset from the floor. Upon seeing the young woman, it held out the device. She picked it up, took a closer look at it and the open door to the structure, and her eyes widened.

Mr. Perez looked around to find that his daughter had wandered off. "Mikayla?" There was a strange electric whine from a couple of structures across the large room, so he went to investigate. However, when he rounded the corner, something covered his eyes, picked him up bodily, and shoved him into one of those little shed-like buildings. Before he could pull off whatever had been fastened to his head, though, he heard that whine again, all around him, and suddenly he was held fast as something grabbed his arms and legs. "HELP!" he yelled, but his cry echoed back at him.

Mikayla's headset had activated the moment she stepped into the sensory deprivation booth, showing her a digital representation of the living room of a posh, modern house. The graphics were amazing! She felt something take hold of her extremities, keeping her from moving... what was going on? She could turn her head, but that was about it. Overlaid on her sight was the message *Please wait*. "Hello?" A minute later, a man came down the stairs into the living room.

"Well, my son's asleep now," the muscly, attractive, bald white newcomer said. "Thanks so much for watching him."

"My pleasure," her 'character' responded, not sounding like Mikayla's voice at all. "You know, knowing that a handsome single man like you can make such a beautiful baby, I'm wondering if maybe you'd like to give it a try with me?" Her avatar walked forward sultrily.

Her father in the other booth was amazed. Virtual reality porn? He watched the gorgeous, tanned blonde approach after propositioning him, clad in just a half-top and cut-off jeans. "Oh baby, I've been waiting for you to ask," his avatar responded. Wow, he thought, whoever wrote this wasn't even trying, but the porn starlet was sexy as hell. He felt his arms being moved forward to pull off her top, revealing perky C-cups.

Mikayla moaned as she felt her own clothes somehow being removed. In the VR scene, she was laid, naked, upon the couch as the man, likewise unclothed now, moved his head to her pussy. She gasped as she felt what seemed to be a tongue licking her.

Mr. Perez wasn't performing cunnilingus in the other booth, but enjoyed seeing the hot blonde's shaven pussy as his avatar pleasured her. He was rock hard and ready after being undressed by whatever was holding him in place. After his partner came, he moved to push his hard length inside her.

"Oh fuuuck..." Mikayla moaned as something pressed between her very wet pussy lips and slipped inside to match the movements of her VR companion.

"Wowww..." her father groaned as something slipped down his cock, feeling very much like a vagina.

"Oh dear."

Willi Fokker and the remaining four members of the tour group looked through the glass doors of both pods. One held the curvy Mikayla Perez while her father was in the other. Both were naked and held fast by padded metal claws about their extremities.

As Charlene looked closer, she could see something long and sinuous plunging into Mikayla's vagina, making the young woman's mouth loll open in pleasure. Whatever it was, it seemed connected to the wall closest to the other pod. She moved to the side to see another tube coming from that connecting wall, this one jacking itself back and forth on Mr. Perez' penis. She turned to Willi. "Can you get them out of there?"

The older woman was reading the instructions the dev bots had provided her. "Have to let the scenario play out, apparently. You didn't think someone would want to end this early?" she demanded of a nearby robot. It lowered its head and let out a digital whine.

"You're so fucking big!" Mikayla screamed out as she came while getting fucked by the pod's pseudopod.

"You're so fucking tight!" Mr. Perez cried out as he came. "Oh wowww..." he sighed as it felt like his load was being sucked out by the virtual porn actress' pussy.

"Oh wowww..." Mikayla moaned as she felt a warm throbbing where her virtual partner would be shooting his load. The tube connecting the two pods together, one end fastened to her father's penis and the other deep in her vagina, transferred his load directly into her vulnerable reproductive system, spurting it right onto her spasming cervix. "Unh! Ohh..."

Willi dropped the instructions. "Well... uh... let's move along, shall we? The bots will take care of them." She strode to another door.

The four remaining members of the tour group looked at each other and hesitantly followed.

Once they were gone, the dev bots gathered outside the two VR pods, singing:

"Mikayla Perez, right now there is

A lot of your father's seeds

Knocking you up with his pup,

Because that's what Willi needs."

---

This time, Willi was the only one to use the disinfectant lotion at their next destination, a sweet-smelling room looking like a chemistry class, though with airborne drones flitting from station to station. "Here we're experimenting with scents to improve people's sex lives," the woman explained.

Veronica Pepper spied a spray bottle with 'Lust' on the label and grabbed it. It was obvious that they were being manipulated and she was tired of it. Her father was a widower and Willi Fokker was rich, so...

The slim, brown-haired young woman pulled her father next to her. "Ms. Fokker?"

"Hm?" Willi turned just as Veronica pressed the sprayer.

A drone chose that moment to fly between them, its angle of flight such that the turbines keeping it aloft caught the spray and redirected it right into Mr. Pepper's face.

"Oh dear," Willi repeated. "Best move back, everyone!" She retreated and pulled the Boldts with her.

"Daddy?" Veronica took her father's arm as he blinked away the burning spray. Then she gasped as he grabbed her blouse and ripped it open, revealing the pretty bra valiantly holding her fake D-cups in place. "Daddy!" Then her expensive titsling was gone as well and she was thrown onto one of the counters. She kicked at her father, trying to get him off of her.

The older man grabbed the bottle from her and sprayed her in the face.

"Dad... dee? Oh, Daddy!" She quickly pulled up her skirt, allowing her father's turgid cock access between her thighs. Her panties quickly joined her other clothes on the floor and the penis that created her was delving into her sopping depths.

"Finally, something you're good at!" Mr. Pepper growled as he fucked his daughter.

"Yes! Yes, so good, Daddy!"

"Just back away, slowly," Willi whispered to the Boldts as they carefully headed toward the door. She pressed the red button on her remote again just as Mr. Pepper bellowed out his orgasm, his voluminous, incestuous load hammering at the entrance of his daughter's womb. "I suspect he'll keep going another couple times," Willi advised them as they slipped out the door and back into the corridor. Once the robots arrived and entered the scent lab, she turned and strode back down the hallway, beckoning the Boldts to follow. "Come on!"

Veronica came again as her father fucked into her thoroughly-inseminated depths, not even noticing as the security bots surrounded the rutting couple and began to sing:

"Veronica Pepper, social leper,

Rich girl with no peer,

You were baited, impregnated,

By Willi the puppeteer."

---

"Now where were we?" Willi turned to the Boldts. "Oh... you're all that remain?"

The Boldts looked at each other and then nodded at their host.

"Well, who would'a thunk it? All right, then, follow me up to my office." Willi opened a concealed panel, pressed a button, and a hidden door opened to reveal an elevator. After a long escalation, they entered a large, cushy room with a great oak desk, leather couch, and wood paneling along the walls upon which held photos of the businesswoman's previous inventions. She sat in her leather chair and steepled her fingers under chin. "Charlene Boldt, I'm willing to offer you half of my empire."

The short blonde gasped. "Really?"

"What would she have to do?" Grandfather Boldt asked warily.

"Carry my child."

The Boldts looked at each other.

"Uh, what?" Charlene stammered.

Willi stood up, unzipped her pants, and let her penis flop out... it was perhaps four inches long. "Remember the strap-on the Toops had problems with? I was the first tester. While the bots were able to reverse most of its effects, I now have fully-functional male genitals. Got my boobs back, though," she commented as she caressed her C-cup sweater puppies. "I can't trust regular human employees, but family? That's another matter." She zipped back up and sat back down.

Charlene shuffled her feet. "You... want to have a family with me?"

"I actually prefer women, so the transformation worked out pretty well. The whole tour was a test... my jizzberry lotion has a couple extra effects, the first being that it induces immediate ovulation into every woman who used it, plus the additional feature to make them all distractingly horny. Repeated usage deactivates any hormone-based birth control." She flicked on a nearby screen to show the rest of the tour group sitting on cots in a concrete room, looking sheepish from their adventures but all seemingly back to normal. "Each of those young women are now pregnant. Do you remember the clause of the contract Mikayla mentioned?"

"She wanted to design sex toys for money," Mr. Boldt answered.

"The exact clause was, 'All sex products created during the tour will become the property of Willi Fokker's Toy Factory, though the creator will be fairly compensated for their efforts.' What is the 'product' of sex?"

The old man gasped. "Children!"

Willi smiled. "Exactly! Four babies..." She gestured at the screen. "... maybe more if the eggs split or if there were any double ovulations, and yours as well, Charlene. Three of the impregnations were from incest, and Daisy will have no idea who the father of hers is. They'll probably be glad for me to adopt those children."

"What're you going to do with children in a sex toy factory?" the old man asked.

"Raise them! Well, not around the merchandise, obviously. I have plenty of room, so I'll probably branch out into children's toys -- I won't even have to change the company name! -- and I'll make sure they can't access the naughty areas until they come of age. So..." Willi rose to her feet again, came around the desk, and cupped Charlene's chin. "Are we doing this?" Upon seeing the blonde's face blazing red, she added, "I thought so... you're a submissive, aren't you?" She turned to her grandfather... the man nodded. "Excellent! Love me a cute, subby little thing. As for you, Mr. Boldt, I am willing to offer you a lifetime supply of my jizzberry lotion to 'put the pep in your step', as well as one of my prototype sex bots." She pulled out the remote and pressed a green button. A moment later, a naked, svelte young woman with pale skin entered the office, her hair a firehouse red. Her icy blue eyes, however, remained forward, fixed on nothing.

The old man took a closer look, his eyes boggling at the quality of the artificial beauty. Finally, after some hands-on investigation, he turned back. "You've got a deal!"

---

The five couples left the factory. First was the elderly Mr. Boldt with his new sex bot carrying a large box of jizzberry lotion bottles.

Mrs. Toop was visibly female again, though her gait was thrown off by the large male appendage between her legs. Her daughter Augustine was walking funny as well due to how that new extremity had been repeatedly thrust inside her earlier. She rubbed her stomach, thinking about the baby now growing there.

Daisy Bair had finally been able to drain most of the excess semen from inside her, though she could still feel the remains dripping into her panties. She wasn't happy about the new stretch marks on her stomach from her intense, ballooning insemination, and in nine months she might have even more.

Mikayla Perez and her father wouldn't look at each other as they headed to their car.

Veronica Pepper held her father's arm lovingly as they made their way to their limousine. The embarrassed man, however, kept his gaze fixed forward.

Back in Willi Focker's office, the industrialist took Charlene Boldt from behind on the leather couch. While the short blonde girl had lost her hymen a while ago due to her love of sex toys, this was her first time having sex and she loved it! She gasped and came as she felt the half-woman bust her load deep inside, ensuring their pregnancy.

---

The robots watched the new couple cuddling on the office couch using the security feed. As one, they began to sing:

"Charlene Boldt, what a dolt..."

"Ahem! We can hear you, and that's mean!"

On screen, Willi was looking up at the camera, her face reproving.

"Sorry, mistresses!" the bots responded, and went back to work.

The End