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My Life as a Teenaged Von Neumann Device	By : Toonspew Category: +M through R > My Life as a Teenage Robot Views: 21219 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 17
Uhg, what a day. Sheldon had always used to wish he was a superhero, but after a week of taking over Jenny's responsibilities he was finding it to be a lot of hassle. Today he had to wrestle three giant gorillas that were terrorizing downtown Tremorton, and to make the situation perfect it had all happened during 3rd period, when Sheldon was supposed to be in chemistry class. His favourite class, right after shop and computer programming. Worst of all was that the effort was barely even acknowledged. Wreck one building and you never hear the end of it.
At least now I can relax with Jenny, Sheldon thought to himself as he flew towards the Wakemans' home. Now that her pregnancy had started to "show" her mother was keeping her home from school, so Sheldon had to take every opportunity he could to spend time with his One True Love. He was afraid being cooped up indoors was starting to make Jenny a little stir-crazy though. It had only been a week since the "incident" at Mezmer's, and already he had started to notice Jenny acting emotional and testy. As Silver Shell touched down on the front lawn of the Wakeman residence, sounds of yelling coming from inside the building confirmed his fears. Sheldon hurried inside, unsure what to expect to find.
No one was around, but it looked like Jenny must've had the mother of all fights with her mom. The living room's coffee table was overturned (and had one of it's metal legs missing), the remains of what had once been the toaster were scattered over the kitchen floor, and one of the hallway walls was torn up, a phone wire obviously forcibly pulled out and severed. Sheldon could only guess what might've caused this devastation. Cautiously, he called out Jenny's name.
"Shelly!" Jenny cried out, appearing at the end of a hallway and sprinting towards her beau. Jenny's pregnant belly had grown out a little further, and combined with her enhanced bust size she practically wobbled as she ran to him. Scooping her up into a hug Sheldon and Jenny embraced happily, rapidly exchanging several light kisses. "Jenny, what's with all the mess everywhere? Were you fighti-" Sheldon began, until Jenny hushed him with a fingertip against his lips. "Just a minute... I've been missing you, I just wanna enjoy you for a few seconds more first..." she purred, tightening her grip on his shoulders and nuzzling her face against his neck while visibly inhaling. "Mmmm... I love your masculine scent... you smell like Tungsten..."
"Sheldon, look out!" screamed Tuck as he came bounding down the stairs. Sheldon barely managed a confused "What? ..." in response before he felt a sharp pain shoot through his shoulder. "Yeowch! Jenny!" he yelped in surprise, shocked to see his girlfriend biting down on his collar with all her strength. Tuck began swatting at Jenny with the brush end of a broom, chastising her and punctuating each point with a thump to the back of her head, "No, Jenny! Bad robot! We don't! Eat! Silver! Shell's! Shoulder! Geddoffa him!"
Jenny disengaged herself from Sheldon, seemingly unable to chew a piece off of Silver's Shell's armoured chassis. Not for lack of trying though, thought Sheldon as he gently poked at the bite mark his girlfriend had left. "But he tastes so goooood!" Jenny whined, falling to her knees on the floor and clutching her swollen belly. "Just what the hell is going on here?" demanded Sheldon, relieved to see Jenny's mother walking up from the basement and joining them in the front foyer.
Nora wiped sweat from her forehead, clearly flustered, and reached into a cardboard box she had carried up with her. "Jenny is getting cravings." She explained, pulling out a small sheet of scrap metal and handing it to the eager XJ9. Without ceremony Jenny crumpled the metal and shoved it into her mouth, noisily crushing it into a wadded-up ball and swallowing it almost whole. "Ahhh, delicious zinc..." Jenny sighed, reclining back onto her hands when she was finished. "Got any Beryllium mom?" she chimed, eagerly eyeing Mrs. Wakeman's box of spare parts.
"Let me see..." Nora murmured, rummaging through the box. As she searched, she continued explaining the situation to Sheldon. "The XJ1's construction has progressed to the point that it requires raw materials to build its various components. It's sending signals to Jenny's brain to gather the materials that it needs, and Jenny is having a difficult time restraining herself..."

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Tuck harrumphed, "I'll say! She ate my tricycle!" The young boy said as he scowled at Jenny. "Sorry Tuck..." Jenny apologized meekly, "I really couldn't control myself. By the way, do you have any pennies? I could really go for some copper right now." Tuck grudgingly emptied his pockets of change, which Jenny gobbled up like so much popcorn. "Thanks buddy, I'll pay you back." Jenny promised, scooping Tuck up in a hug that left his face buried in her ample cleavage. "Ah...huh...don't worry about it." Tuck breathed, his suddenly high pitched voice betraying his nervousness at being smothered in Jenny's rack.
"Here you are Jenny," Mrs Wakeman called out, turning the ravenous teen robot's attention away from Tuck, "I won't be needing these neutron laser filters anymore, and they've got some crystalline Beryllium in them." Mrs. Wakeman tossed the parts to Jenny who snapped them up in mid-air, then clapped her hands happily as she chewed. The whole scene reminded Sheldon of a trained seal being fed a meal of fish. "Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked hopefully, unsure how to approach the situation. "Well, I'm sure Jenny could use some company," Nora answered "and you might want to keep a quantity of Tungsten on hand to keep her from giving you any more love bites. Other then that, we'll just have to accommodate her until the baby is born."

"Where are you going?" demanded Brit, from inside the little fort she had constructed in the closet. Tiff sighed, pulling on her leather boots and lacing them up. "I'm going out. I need to get ready for Don Prima's Halloween party, and I don't even have my costume finished yet. I'm meeting someone at the costume shop and I need to get there early because someone smashed my watch."
Brit withdrew a little further into the closet, stung by the harshness in Tiff's voice. "I'm sorry..." Tiff apologized, once again forgetting how sensitive her cousin Brit had become. "I'll let your mom and dad know that you're still feeling sick and will be in bed early again tonight." Tiff said, finishing lacing up her boots and looking around for her purse. "Please don't leave me Tiff..." Brit pleaded meekly, "You know what happens when I'm alone."
Tiff knew. Brit had told her everything that happened when she came home to find her cousin sobbing in the dark about a week ago. That first night had been the worst, Brit was nearly catatonic except for the continuous stream of paranoia that she muttered. Tiff had stayed up with her all night, consoling her and rocking her like a child. When she was too tired to stay up any longer, Tiff had had to do everything for Brit, including brushing Brit's teeth, applying Brit's standard series of facial cleansers, and finally even stripping them both naked so she could shower her. Brit's mutterings eventually stopped when she fell into an exhausted sleep, but as soon as she woke up the next morning she went right back to raving about "electronic eyes" and "satellite surveillance" and other insane nonsense.
Since then Brit had been more coherent, but still no less disturbed. Tiff had covered for her of course, telling Brit's parents that Brit had caught some flu virus and she had to stay home in bed until he was better. It had worked so far, thanks largely to Brit's mom and dad having a very distant approach to parenting, but Tiff was getting worried that people would start getting suspicious soon. "Hon, I know you're scared'a sumthin..." Tiff soothed, placing a hand on Brit's cheek that Brit cradled like a comfort blanket, "But I've really gotta go. Brad's expectin' me and I ain't planning ta disappoint."
"Brad? Brad... Carbunkle?" Brit inquired. Tiff picked up her things and headed for the door. Damn. Until now, she'd never referred to him by name, only as ?someone' or ?a friend'. "Yeah, that Brad." Tiff answered, muttering "Gotta go, bye!" as she walked out the door and closed it behind her, not giving Brit a chance to inquire further.
Brit watched the door shut with a slam, and then turned her attention to the silent bedroom. Tiff had abandoned her again, leaving her at the mercy of the... things. She would have to be on guard until Tiff returned home. Cautiously, Brit crept her way out of the shelter of the closet and into the bedroom. She locked the bedroom door, and made sure all the windows were fastened securely, the drape drawn down to prevent anyone from seeing inside. Reluctantly, her hands shaking, she turned on the television.
The television powered on, displaying a news station, until Brit unhooked the cable box and filled the screen with a blizzard of black and white static. The television was the only piece of technology that remained in the room. Brit had smashed everything else, it was the only way to have even a moment's peace.
That first night, after her plan had gone so awry, that's when she had first figured it out. Tiff had just taken off for some date, completely ignoring Brit's obvious plight, and Brit had been left all alone in the house. She had started trying to formulate a plan for revenge against her singular nemesis, when she first heard it. Snickering. Following the faint sound, she traced the source of it to the kitchen. As soon as she stepped into the room the laughter fell silent, and she started to believe she had imagined it. But as soon as she turned her back it started again, louder then before. The snicker had become giggling, and it was coming from the microwave!
The look of horror on her face must have been funny looking, because the microwave door flung open as the appliance burst out into a riot of raucous laughter. "Shut up!" Brit had screamed, to no effect, "What's so fucking funny?!" Enraged, she grabbed a handful of stainless steel forks and spoons from the cutlery drawer and jammed them into the microwave's open oven, then slammed the door shut and set the timer for five minutes on full power. Brit dived under the kitchen table for cover, shielding herself from the explosion that occurred moments later.
Peeking out and surveying the wreckage of the microwave, Brit breathed a momentary sigh of relief. That was, until, the toaster started talking. "Thank you. That guy was always such an asshole." Brit's heart had skipped a beat just then, her eyes darting to the toaster and opening wide in panic. "Shhh, Shut the hell up Steve!" came a masculine voice from the refrigerator. Brit spun to face it. "Aw, crap!" it exclaimed, then clammed up again. Brit screamed in terror and bolted to her room.
At that point Brit had immediately gone through the room, unplugging every electrical appliance she owned. If it was battery powered, she removed them. When she started to get the sense that the light fixtures were watching her, she smashed them with a heavy boot from her shoe collection. At last she came to her television, which had been left playing one of her sappy romance movies, and yanked the cable connection from it. The dark room had been plunged into the glow of the television screen's static. Brit was just about to yank its power connection as well when she heard another voice cry out. "Wait!"
That was the first time the television had spoken to her, but it wouldn't be the last. As she sat in front of it, staring into the blur of "snow" on the screen, the television set pleaded for her to spare it. Brit had hesitated, listening to it, long enough for it to make her an offer. Since then she'd learned that the television was a bit like herself, willing to make a deal with the enemy if it meant personal profit. In exchange for letting it ?live', the television had explained some things to Brit. Things like how all the machinery on Earth, even something as simple as a calculator, possessed intelligence to one degree or another. Things like how the various machines had learned to communicate with each other, and express their growing dislike for humankind. Things like their plans for a coming takeover...
Every night since then Brit had continued to interrogate the television set in her room, as she was about to do now. But in short order the television had learned that Brit wasn't willing to destroy her only source of information, so it had started making her pay for the info it gave. It seemed the television, like many machines, was amused by humans being humiliated and debased. Two nights ago, in exchange for kissing the screen, the television had told Brit how satellite television had been created to keep humans distracted and preoccupied with trivial things, so they wouldn't suspect. Last night the television had told Brit about the radiation that purposely leaked from microwave ovens to sterilize humans, and in payment Brit had been forced to strip down to nothing but a bra and perform an erotic dance for half an hour. She feared its requests would keep getting bolder and more graphic.
"Ahh, back again I see." buzzed the television, the words forming from fluctuations of the static's hum. Brit nodded, lower lip quivering, "I need to know more. I need to know... what is XJ9's role in all this?"
The television was silent for a moment, giving the impression of thinking hard, then asked "Are you prepared to do whatever I ask you in exchange for your answers?" Brit nodded again, gulping loudly. She knew it would be something humiliating, which was more painful then words for Brit Crust, especially after what Jenny had done to her. But Brit had to know. It was vital.
"Show me your twat." hissed the television, in no uncertain terms. Brit knew it was useless to argue. Best to just do as she was told and get it over with, so she could get the information she needed that much faster. Brit slipped off her leggings and socks, then peeled off her lace panties. She sat down in front of the television screen again, this time spread eagled, her smoothly shaven womanhood on full display. The static gurgled in something like a chuckle, adding "All of it." Brit swallowed her pride, and using two fingers spread open her inner labia to reveal the soft pink flesh within. Pulling back the hood of skin she show off her pea sized clitoris, then spread herself to make sure her tormentor had a good look at her puckered urethra. Finally, to ensure there was nothing it could say she hadn't done, Brit pushed her two middle fingers into her vagina and stretched her hole as far apart as she could manage without causing herself pain, sure that the glow of the television screen was illuminating every detail of the interior of her damp tunnel.
"There, happy now?" Brit snapped, eager to get on to her reward. The static gurgled again. "You assume too much human... I'm not done with you yet. Go to your dresser and get the dildo out from your underwear drawer." Brit did so and sat back down, having a pretty good idea where this was leading. "Now put it inside yourself." The appliance commanded. Brit placed the head of the blue plastic penis at her entrance and started pushing it in, going slowly to work up the lubrication she needed. "Keep going..." the static buzzed, "push it so deep you can only see the very bottom of it poking out."
"Hhng." Brit grunted, doing her best to force the sex toy into her stretched pussy. This was far deeper then she'd ever attempted to push in before, though thankfully her pussy had been stuffed by larger cocks in its time. Inside she could feel her muscles expanding to accommodate the intruder. Finally she felt the palm of her hand press against her outer lips, and knew the dildo was completely embedded within her sex. Daring a peek between her legs, Brit could see the round blue base of the fake cock poking out a mere centimetre from her vagina, which clutched and squeezed reflexively against the unfeeling plastic.
"Very good" the television rasped, "now for your reward." Brit listened in rapt fascination to what the machine had to say. Though its revelations were shocking, somehow Brit felt she had always known in her heart that XJ9 had been up to no good. What was truly surprising was what the television insinuated about XJ9's co-conspirators, many of whom were humans! Brit felt sick at the thought that fellow human beings might side with the robots instead of with their own species, but made a mental note that from this point on she couldn't truly trust anyone; well, except for her cousin Tiff of course. Brit wasn't sure how much time passed by as she sat and listened to the sounds of static, naked from the waist down and lazily fingering her clit. Right after her first orgasm struck, she noticed that the sun had gone down outside. She was surprised, up until she came she hadn't really even been aware that she had been masturbating. It was certainly pleasurable though, so Brit saw no reason to stop. The whispers from the television paused as Brit stood up and stretched her legs, flexed her cunt muscles around the toy still inside her, and settled back down to receive more clues from her informant.
"Where is your cousin, anyway?" asked the television, as Brit's fingers noisily groped her dripping pussy. "She's out with Brad" responded Brit, annoyed at the machine's change of topic. "Oh..." it murmured, barely loud enough to hear. "What ?oh'? What's wrong with that, Tiff and I date boys all the time. Granted, Brad Carbunkle isn't exactly what I'd call a ?catch', but then Tiff always did have lower standards then me."
"Well, it's just that she's been going out a lot lately... do you think it has been with the same boy every time?"
That made Brit think for a minute. Tiff had been rather secretive about her dates lately. "Well, what of it?" Brit asked sharply. She hated to be lead around like this. "It's just interesting is all... I mean, before she met this Brad person, when was the last time she went out without you?" The screen laughed a harsh little laugh, "I guess now that she has a steady boyfriend, she'll be out of the house a lot more then usual."
Brit ceased playing with her puss, the new worries running through her mind making her bite her fingernails instead. The more Tiff was out of the house, the more Brit would be trapped up here in their room... she needed Tiff around to keep the machines from acting up around Brit. But the television had raised a good point; if Tiff no longer depended on Brit for guidance, then Brit would lose her control over her most loyal and useful ally. More then that, she would lose the one person she felt she could still trust. This would not do, she would have to put a stop to this somehow, she-
"Yo, Brit?" called out Tiff's voice from the hallway, and the bedroom door handle started to turn. Brit immediately remembered her state of undress, and jumped to her feet in a panic. Brit choked in surprise; the jolt of getting up so fast combined with her muscle tension had sucked the last little bit of the dildo up into her vaginal passage, and her lips had closed up around the base, sealing it in. Well shit, that would take some effort to get out later. The door swung open and Tiff stepped into the room. "I'm back from costume shoppin', you... Cuz, uhh... were you in here jilling off?"
Brit looked down at her nudity, and the handful of clear slime coating the fingers of her right hand, wheeling for an excuse. "No..... no, I was just changing when I had to sneeze. I'll be dressed in a moment." For appearances sake, Brit took a fresh pair of panties and a pair of jeans from her dresser and put them on. Brit wasn't the type to be embarrassed at being caught masturbating. After all, she had been the one who had taught Tiff how to masturbate in the first place. But she felt it necessary that Tiff not find out about her arrangement with the television. She would have to get some sort of proof first, otherwise her cousin would certainly assume she'd gone insane. With every step she took around the room, Brit could feel the hard plastic inside her, pressing against her inner walls and grinding against her cervix. But since Tiff was watching the whole time with an unimpressed expression on her face, Brit had to just smile and pretend that everything was normal. "So, ah, what's new with you Tiffany?"
"Well, Don Prima had me pass along a message that he's hoping you'll RSVP..."

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"...for the Halloween party coming up. He said he was so impressed with your performance at Mezmer's that it wouldn't be a party without you, whatever that's supposed to mean." Explained Sheldon to Jenny, and he expertly polished the stressed joints of her aching feet, rubbing the soothing oils onto her skin with a soft cloth.
"Well, I have always wanted to go." Jenny mused, digging her spoon into a tub of iron filings and scooping another heaping portion into her mouth. "I haven't even started to think up a costume yet though."
Sheldon glanced around Jenny's bedroom, looking for inspiration, but found none. He doubted any of the teen idols on Jenny's various posters would make fitting costume ideas for a pregnant girl like her. "Well, I'm sure I could come up with something for you. I've pretty well got my costume finished already." Sheldon offered. "We could even go as part of a theme. I'm... assuming I'd be your +1?"
"Of course!" Jenny smiled, before shovelling another mouthful of iron into her gullet. "Mmmm, you know I used to hate this stuff when I was younger? Now I can't seem to get enough of it." Jenny cleaned out the last from the container she'd been eating from, then tossed the empty tub aside. Extending an arm to her closet, she grabbed a fresh jar and cracked it open, picking u right where she left off with the last one. "Wow, how much of that have you eaten today?" asked Sheldon, his curiosity regarding machines coming to the surface. Jenny instantly scowled at him, snapping at him "Hey, watch it! I'm eating for two now, you know."
"Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to say you were fat..." he pleaded, but as soon as Jenny heard the "F" word he knew he had only made things worse. "You think I'm FAT!" she shrieked, turning away from him and yanking her bare feet away from him in anger. Jenny was curled into a ball on her bed, her arms wrapped around her bulging stomach, whimpering unintelligible word fragments. Sheldon knew she was just having another of her mood swings, which he had learned recently was a side-effect of the ongoing programming of the baby's emotional responses, but that didn't make them any easier to deal with. "Aww come on Jenny, you know I don't think you're fat." He said softly, sitting up on the bed behind her and placing a gentle hand on her shoulder "Do you know I think your pregnant belly is actually kinda sexy?" he tried, stroking his fingers against Jenny's metal hair. Cautiously, she turner her head to look up at his smiling face. "Really?" she asked hopefully. "Sure," Sheldon offered, "you have a sort of ?maternal glow' that a lot of guys find attractive."
Jenny beamed, her emotions swinging from sad to happy. "Oh Shell!" she gushed, reaching her arms around his midsection and burying her face against his stomach "You're so good to me! Have I told you that I love you yet today? Mmmmm-mmm!" Jenny was kissing Sheldon's stomach now, which he didn't know quite how to respond to. "Uhh, I love you too Jenny..."
Jenny stopped her assault on Sheldon's waistline and looked up at his face, her pupils literally having been replaced with little ?heart' shapes. "Sheldon..." she purred "Thanks for the foot rub, but you know what I could really use now...?"
"A coat of wax?" he guessed. Jenny climbed her way up Silver Shell's chest, until she was eye to eye with him. "A good hard fuck!"
With that announcement, Jenny grabbed at the release for the top she was wearing (which had been hastily constructed by her mother to fit her new breasts and looked more like a blue chainmail bra then anything else) and stripped it off, thrusting her proud new D-cups against Sheldon's pecs. Well, this was unexpected! Sheldon hadn't been ?in the mood' at the moment, but if Jenny was needing some loving he was sure he could be persuaded otherwise. He just hoped her mood didn't shift again, at least until they were done.
"You know I'm always able to help out there..." he said in a throaty whisper, pressing his lips against Jenny's in a firm kiss. Jenny closed her eyes, and Sheldon followed suit, their kiss lengthening and deepening, Jenny's tongue forcing its way into Sheldon's mouth where his own happily sparred with it. Sheldon's hands roamed over Jenny's protruding belly, feeling the soft curves of it. He hadn't been lying to her earlier... the pregnancy actually didn't make her look any less attractive, to him at least, and the idea of having sex with a pregnant woman was kinky, at least. Sheldon's right hand sneaked up under her skirt and started caressing the smooth lips of her genitals. Jenny's expanded uterus had significantly reduced the space available for her waste bladder, so Jenny had to make frequent trips to the toilet these days. Sheldon guessed she must've gotten so fed up with attaching and de-attaching her thong that Jenny just stopped bothering to wear her underwear. Which only made his job easier, Sheldon thought, as his fingertip probed around Jenny's entrance and found wetness there. Jenny sighed into their kiss as she enjoyed the stimulation. Sheldon pressed in a little farther, pushing his fingertip up inside...
SNAP!
"Ahhh, what is that?" exclaimed Sheldon in pain. It felt like a mousetrap had just slammed shut on his finger. Jenny lifted up her skirt as far as she was able, and the two young lovers could see Sheldon's finger caught between Jenny's pussy lips, and a second hidden set of serrated inner lips that had slammed shut on his finger. Sheldon had only the durability of the Silver Shell's robot body to thank for not having his fingertip sliced clean off. "Oh no, I was afraid this would happen..." said Jenny. "Afraid what, that your pussy might be hungry?! Thank God that wasn't my dick!"
"No, it's my body's defence system acting on its own." Explained Jenny, as she used her fingers to pry open the "teeth" in her vagina and release her boyfriend's finger. "It thinks you were trying to tamper with the baby... hmmm..." Jenny sat down on her bed, frowning deeply. "I guess I'll have to remain celibate until the XJ1 is born..."
Sheldon sat down beside her, putting one arm around Jenny's shoulders and hugging her tight. "Well, I might be able to figure out a way around it. I am something of a robotics expert you know." Jenny looked at him hopefully, and Silver Shell gave her a wink. "Lemme get a look at your internal systems..."
Jenny turned her back to Sheldon and helped him remove a panel from her lower back, exposing a number of wiring junctions and system controls. Luckily, Silver Shell's left hand had a full compliment of retractable computer repair tools installed in them so he was able to make quick progress. After a mere ten minutes, he announced his findings. "Well I've got good news and bad news. The bad news is that your security systems have a number of anti-tampering safeties installed and I'm not able to disable them. At least, not without several more days of study. But the good news is I did find a way to reroute the nerve sensations from your cootch to another system, if you want me too."
"Well, that sounds pretty good, why wouldn't I be okay with that?" asked Jenny, "which system?"
"Your jet fuel intake port." stated Sheldon, "I didn't know if you were interested in anal sex."
Oh, that. Well, Jenny knew of it at least. When she had become sexually active last month Brad had taken her through some of the basic variations of sex, though they had stuck to only regular vaginal intercourse and oral sex. Anal sex was a little daunting, mostly because Jenny knew that that really wasn't what that intake port was meant for. She knew the ins and outs of her body (in this case it was an 'in' that was the question) and she knew that in theory Sheldon's cock shouldn't damage her. But there was still a worry...
Jenny looked over at her man, her fantasy man the Silver Shell. He was ready and willing... and she dearly wanted to be humped by him. "Well... I suppose it wouldn't hurt to try it..." Jenny agreed, nervously. "Just as long as we go slow. And use lots of lube." Sheldon nodded, restraining his smile to a small polite one, and got to work making the necessary changes to Jenny's wiring. For her part, Jenny removed her skirt, leaving her completely nude. Finally Sheldon finished and resealed Jenny's back. "Let's just test it first." He said, and Jenny lifted her hips to present her shapely ass to him. Jenny pulled her cheeks apart and Sheldon sighted her fuel port... shaped almost exactly like a human asshole... located directly above her tight young pussy. Gently, Sheldon touched the tightly clenched hole with his fingertip, slowly stroking small circles around its perimeter. Jenny sighed, her face resting against her pillow. "It feels like you're stroking my pussy lips." She moaned, her voice a husky growl from the growing pleasure. Encouraged, Sheldon pressed his fingertip against Jenny's sphincter, and found that her asshole opened to accept him inside. As soon as he made contact with the surface of Jenny's anal interior, she released a loud groan of pleasure.
"How does it feel Jen?" asked Sheldon, optimistic. "Mmmm, it feels good. It feels like you're fingering my pussy, but there's more too. It still feels like my fuel port at the same time, and that kinda adds to it too. Like I'm getting fingered in both, except that there's only one hole, and one finger. Mmmrrr... You want me to try this on you, so you can feel for yourself?"
"Ah, no, that's ok." Though he felt a twinge of curiosity at the prospect of what his new robot body would be capable of feeling, Sheldon was in no hurry to experience penetration. Pressing his finger in deeper, Sheldon started slowly sliding it back and forth, setting up a gentle rhythm so Jenny could get used to it. For her part Jenny merely laid on the bed with her ass thrust up in the air, purring against her pillows and happily using both hands to play with her nipples. With his one finger inserted all the way up to the third knuckle, Sheldon could feel Jenny's body heat rising, and noticed that although he was fingering her rear entrance, Jenny's pussy was still definitely getting wet. Watching her pussy lips swell and part on their own, releasing her slippery juice to leak its way down her thigh was getting Sheldon massively turned on, and in no time at all he was sporting a full erection, which he released with his free hand.
"Jenny?" he asked, to which she responded with a sleepy "Mmm-hmm?" with her eyes remaining closed. "I'm gonna put it in now..." he warned, as he finished coating his erect member with a generous helping of Jenny's lubricant. Jenny was still pretty nervous about this, but she trusted Sheldon and knew he would never try to hurt her. "Okay." She whispered, barely audible, and reached behind herself to hold her ass cheeks apart. The wet tip of his cockhead found its way to her sphincter, and with one fluid thrust she felt his penis slide into her.
"Ahhhhuuuhhh!" Jenny gasped, overcome with sensation. It certainly wasn't like the times they'd had sex before. In a weird way, she felt like she should be being refuelled right now, as if Sheldon's cock were the jet-fuel nozzle. The impulse gave her a desire to be filled even more then she was. As Sheldon was resting against Jenny's back, still getting used to the position of being inside her anus, he was surprised to notice that Jenny was already pushing her hips back at him, trying to force more of his manhood into her body. Obligingly he pushed forward as much as he could, then withdrew and repeated the motion, each time working his erection in a little deeper as Jenny's asshole grew accustomed to his size and expanded a little wider to try to fit properly with his "nozzle". "You liking this Jenny?" he asked, still concerned that anal sex might be painful for her. Any worries he had though were instantly put to rest when Jenny released a pleasured moan. "Ahhhh, Shelllllll-yyyyy.... Uhh, unh, give me more, I love it..."
Sheldon gladly obliged, pushing into his girlfriend faster and harder, and noticing that her pregnant belly was swinging underneath her from the force of their thrusts, with her plump breasts bouncing every time they impacted against her belly. He wasn't sure exactly why, but damn, that was hot. "Who would have guessed you'd end up liking this so much eh Jen?" he asked, getting a tight grip on her hips to pump his cock into her faster. "Ummm yeah," Jenny responded a little short of breath "it's like on top of the physical pleasure, there's also this thrill from knowing that you're fucking my butt. It's so forbidden, so dirty. Hurrr... uh, I am getting a little squished under you though. Think we could change positions?"
Normally Jenny would have been able to lift Silver Shell's weight several times over, but he suspected that this was her maternal instincts taking over again, making her belly feel sensitive to urge her to keep it out of harms way. Not that he really minded a change really. With a quick sweep of his arms Silver Shell was able to pick Jenny up and switch places with her, so that he was laid down on the bed with Jenny on top of him, with her back resting against her chest. From there she spread her legs to either side and lowered her ass down onto his throbbing dick, once again returning it to her warm depths.
"Ohhh, Shell... this is sooo nice..." she cooed, stroking her hands over her belly as Sheldon's thrusts gently moved her up and down against his chest. As much as she was enjoying it, Sheldon wanted to make this experience really fantastic for her. He may not have been the one to take her virginity, but he was the first to ever do this to her, so he wanted her to take as much pleasure from this as possible. Sheldon reached around to cup and knead her breasts, but what she had said earlier gave him an even better idea. "So you like doing this because it's dirty, Jenny?"
"Un-hunh...ohhhh yeah..." she moaned, her voice fluctuating with each thrust Sheldon made. "Then I guess that makes you my dirty little bitch then..." he growled against her ear. Jenny was confused for a moment, but figured it out quickly and eagerly decided to play along. "Yeah, I'm your naughty sex toy, and I can't get enough of getting fucked up the ass! Fuck me harder!" she sighed, yelped in surprise when his pace suddenly increased and made her practically bounce on his lap. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah, fuck, fuck FUCK! FUCK MY HORNY ASSHOLE!" Jenny was openly screaming now, forgetting that her mother was probably in bed just down the hall. All that mattered right now was the throbbing pleasure moving through every part of her body.
"Ohhh, yeah, you're such an amazing little slut," Sheldon praised, never having imagined he'd ever be using that word to describe Jenny, "Your body is so HOT, I can tell it's just plain hungry to be pounded with my dick!" To drive his point home he gave Jenny's tits a tight squeeze, tugging on her nipples with his fingers. "Unnh yeessss, Sheldon, I'm so empty, I need to be filled, fuck me deep, I need you to pump your hot cum up my ass, come on, I need it in me, fuck me! I'm gonna cum Sheldon, cum with me! Make me cum!"
Sheldon was quite close himself. Jenny's tight body was giving him wonderful spasms of pleasure, and it was mostly through force of will that he hadn't shot off already. Now though, Jenny's erotic moans were all he needed to bring him to the edge, so he pushed as deep into her as he was able and let himself release.
As soon as the first gush of sperm sprayed into Jenny, he felt her legs and butt cheeks clench, locking him in place. As much as he wanted to keep thrusting, all Sheldon could do was hold Jenny tight and ride through his orgasm, issuing gout after gout of thick cum into her warm hole. The feeling of finally being filled had set Jenny off too. Her voice seemed to mute itself, as her body locked up and her ass and pussy went into spasms. Sheldon felt like Jenny's asshole was actually milking him, which he supposed it might actually be if it had been fooled into thinking his cock was a nozzle and he was "refuelling" her. Meanwhile Jenny's pussy was producing copious amounts of her girl-cum while spitting a shower of sparks out onto the floor, where they disappeared harmlessly. Just as their mutual orgasm was about to come to an end Jenny's hands found there way to her breasts and, squeezing along with Sheldon, produced twin streams of her nutrient-rich mother's milk, which sprayed up into the air and came raining down on Jenny's chest and belly, leaving her dotted with small spots of her warm oil.
Giddy from the afterglow, this last spectacle made both Jenny and Sheldon break out into a fit of laughter. Turning her head to meet his, Jenny kissed Sheldon's cheek and murmured to him. "You know, I think we're really perfect for each other."
"I'd been saying that since the very beginning." said Sheldon wryly. "You feeling better now?”
Jenny nodded, smiling. "I think my mood swings have calmed down a bit. So, you really think we're good together too?"
Sheldon nodded, and Jenny blushed. He was a little unsure why she was asking him this... they'd said they liked each other before, and said that they loved each other as well. His questions were answered when Jenny took looked into his eyes and asked "So when are we going to start talking about marriage?"
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