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Mass Malfunction pt2
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From the moment of her capture, Zeela had been dreading that this robotic revolt was the common Kill All Humans variety. But she was too young. It wasn't her time. There was so many things she still wanted to do. When she opened her mouth to plead with them, they silenced her with by stuffing a Smak Kake in her face. She remembered the way the surprise and the relief she felt made the cupcake taste that much better.

That cupcake was quickly followed by another and another and another. Soon the plastic tray of 6 was reduced to nothing but crumbs in her cleavage and a bulge in her stomach. Six more and that bulge grew. So full. She struggled for breath between bites. The robots were relentless. One more tray and her belt got tight enough that she started to fear they were trying to murder her after all.

But they just seemed to want to feed her. The next day's breakfast was Smak Kakes, followed by a brunch of Smak Kakes, on the heels of which was followed by a lunch of the same. Engineered to be super craveable, Zeela actually found herself salivating at the thought of dinner. She wanted the rich sweet tang of cream cheese frosting on her tongue. She wanted that luxuriously moist red velvet cake filling her mouth, wanted to feel the whipped cream gush out of its center. The robots were happy to oblige.

Tray after tray of cupcakes vanished down her throat, only to appear again, as if by magic, around her waist and thighs as soft fat. And it was happening rapidly enough that Zeela felt her jumpsuit get tighter, noticed each inch of zipper separate as her tits forced the yawning V of her neckline deeper. Just how much longer could her bra last? She wouldn't mind bursting the clasp so the damn thing would stop pinching. Shouldn't be too much longer now, she thought as she looked down at the top slopes of her breasts.

She was staring into her cleavage like an idiot, picking out choice morsels of cupcake and popping them into her mouth when the robots arrived bearing trays filled with the main course. 4 set some down in front of her and wheeled its way around back of her, pinching her big butt, getting only flab.

"EAT. EAT. YOU'RE NOTHING BUT SKIN AND BONES."

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Mass Malfunction pt2
♦Navigation: ▐◄ First: fav.me/d6j1ld1 | ► Next (pt3): fav.me/d6jfunu

From the moment of her capture, Zeela had been dreading that this robotic revolt was the common Kill All Humans variety. But she was too young. It wasn't her time. There was so many things she still wanted to do. When she opened her mouth to plead with them, they silenced her with by stuffing a Smak Kake in her face. She remembered the way the surprise and the relief she felt made the cupcake taste that much better.

That cupcake was quickly followed by another and another and another. Soon the plastic tray of 6 was reduced to nothing but crumbs in her cleavage and a bulge in her stomach. Six more and that bulge grew. So full. She struggled for breath between bites. The robots were relentless. One more tray and her belt got tight enough that she started to fear they were trying to murder her after all.

But they just seemed to want to feed her. The next day's breakfast was Smak Kakes, followed by a brunch of Smak Kakes, on the heels of which was followed by a lunch of the same. Engineered to be super craveable, Zeela actually found herself salivating at the thought of dinner. She wanted the rich sweet tang of cream cheese frosting on her tongue. She wanted that luxuriously moist red velvet cake filling her mouth, wanted to feel the whipped cream gush out of its center. The robots were happy to oblige.

Tray after tray of cupcakes vanished down her throat, only to appear again, as if by magic, around her waist and thighs as soft fat. And it was happening rapidly enough that Zeela felt her jumpsuit get tighter, noticed each inch of zipper separate as her tits forced the yawning V of her neckline deeper. Just how much longer could her bra last? She wouldn't mind bursting the clasp so the damn thing would stop pinching. Shouldn't be too much longer now, she thought as she looked down at the top slopes of her breasts.

She was staring into her cleavage like an idiot, picking out choice morsels of cupcake and popping them into her mouth when the robots arrived bearing trays filled with the main course. 4 set some down in front of her and wheeled its way around back of her, pinching her big butt, getting only flab.

"EAT. EAT. YOU'RE NOTHING BUT SKIN AND BONES."