I cannot focus on your words, as your cock pushes my systems further from its sheer dimensions. What to you is a small leak is a gut swelling bathtub of goo. My arms pointlessly stroke your shaft through my own skin as my legs dangle uselessly. My pussy gushes, but I cannot come w/o permission.

You can hear me begin to genuinely struggle, as your size begins to approach realms even Slut Bots blanche at. My tongue is swirling feverishly in a circle, a hairsbreadth of stim around a pillar of utter destruction. But my esophagus is ribbed and textured pleasantly, encouraging you to go harder!

The throat rape picks up speed as you position and start to piledrive in. The angle points your tip away from my hips; your shaft pushes my stomach away from my torso! There's a noise like stretching rubber as your brutal cock swells to DOUBLE its current size! I am becoming just penis decor!

There is nothing I can do to stop the process. Your cock enlarges further beyond. Any human would have been split open! I endure thanks to superior construction. Your cock head is outlined by my belly, your veins visible under my synth flesh. You wear me like a sleeve, even as you try to rupture me!

The convention had 20k people - most of whom were men. And she'd be getting passed around to nearly all of them before the weekend was done!

A no brainer I'd go for this.

I am not a princess. I am a Slut Bot. I do not deserve to be handled this politely.

Your cock burst into my gut w/ a loud POP; I reeled from the total gullet violation. "MMPH!" I felt your shaft throb and then swell even wider, making my neck nearly as wide as my shoulders!

Whether you'd keep me or not was entirely your choice. Slut Bots, like all women, had no say in the matter.

All of our holes are 24/7 free use without limit. And we are modified so our nipples, urethras, and even ears and nostrils can be used for male pleasure. This ensures coverage for large groups to minimize queues.

When idle, we are compelled to seek out use. We will also play with one another to attract male attention.

When we are dragged off, whether we're allowed to feel good depends entirely on what the User wishes.

Tip another dollar and have her mime a horse.

"Mmph!" My throat is violated with brutal efficiency, lips stretched around a shaft beyond anything a human could wield. And as it goes deeper into my gullet, I can feel it pulse with dominance. Despite the immense dimensions, I am merely warming you up. My tongue works frantically, desperately.