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Glory to Mankind 2 (9/9)
🕑 Added 2021-09-02 13:50:52 +0000 UTCWaking up on the Bunker, the insane, hyperfuturistic space station full of sexy androids that look at you like you’re the last man on Earth—and, strictly speaking it was true—it’s almost too much to take in all at once. But then again, you have a lot of help in taking it all in.
“Ohhhhh, fuck,” you murmur as your eyes flutter open. But it’s nothing you’re seeing that causes your reaction. No, you’re woken by the feeling of your dick being enveloped by a warm, wet mouth that lovingly worships your cock. You feel her tongue lavish your head with affection as her lips make a tight seal, creating a sensation that’s indescribably soft and yet the suction produced is beyond anything you think a human would ever be capable of.
Bleary eyed, you sit up, seeing the snow white hair bobbing on your dick. 2B is… she’s a vision, angelic in her appearance, the woman who raised you from what was effectively death and spirited you up to a heavenly palace of endless pleasure… But there’s nothing more angelic to her than the happy murmur she makes as you reach down to run your fingers through her hair.
Raising herself up off your dick with a messy pop, 2B gives you a radiant smile, a look so different from the android you’d first met, who’d told you that emotions were prohibited amongst her kind. There’s bright adoration in her eyes, but also a softer, loving look that touches your heart, even as she just woke you up with a toe-curling blowjob.
“Good morning, Master,” she cheerfully says, “I hope you slept well.”
“I did,” you reply, pulling her up to you, feeling her soft and voluptuous flesh slide against your body, “and my wake up was even better.”
She giggles, happy to be praised. You give her a kiss on the forehead as she begins to wiggle her wet pussy against your dick. It’s very sensitive now that it’s been slathered in spit, and exposed to the cool air of the Bunker, it just wants to go back to a warm, safe place, which 2B is all too happy to offer.
It’s a bit of a wonder you have the stamina to want more, even as, well, as drop dead sexy as 2B was. The two of you had done it all night. She was as insatiable as she was unrefusable and you found yourself raring to make up for lost time. You almost couldn’t believe you had enough energy, or, hell, that much semen in your body... or that your balls could ramp up supply so quickly.
At the same time, it really isn’t. There’s nothing you’ve ever experienced that’s sexier than the look of pure adoration in an android’s eyes as she marvels at the feeling of your dick against her pussy. It’s made even better as she gives you a demure, hopeful look, nibbling her bottom lip as she silently asks for your permission that she might receive you. And with a nod…
You can’t help but gasp as you feel your dick slide right into her synthetic, perfectly designed pussy. There was nothing in your old life amongst humanity that even came close to this, was so amazingly proficient at milking the cum from your balls that you feel a lot of your homesickness just evaporate as 2B rides you with naked, undisguised lust.
“Holy shit,” you exhale, feeling her pussy embrace your shaft, “Can’t believe I can still get it up!”
“You… hah… y-you’ve b-been given… haaaaa… some improvements...” 2B says as she struggles to keep herself going up and down on your dick. The look on her face is rapturous, like she’s undergoing a religious experience as she bounces on your cock. It’s incredible, the view so much as the feeling of her pussy just taking you, but you do have to wonder… is it healthy for her to get fucked like this?
But more importantly…
“Improvements?” you ask. And even though 2B was busy impaling herself on your shaft, she still immediately responds as soon as she hears you ask a question.
“We- oh yeah, oh yeeeeah- we w-worried about th-the n-new ecosys- ecoSYSTEEEEEEM- o-on Earth! Used- used nanobots t-to reinforce your- your b-bodily- Oh, glory to Mankind, GLORY TO MANKIND!”
She squeals and jerks, brought to an easy climax just from riding you… or from answering your question. Simply being of service to you seems to fulfil all of her deepest needs and desires, and as she struggles to still speak, she forces herself to keep answering your question.
“Y-your stamina has- haaaaah, also been en… ha… enhanced. Oh...”
Slumping forward on your chest, you just cradle her in your arms. You feel a strong sense of… tenderness towards 2B, the first face you’d seen in countless, countless years, the first woman you’ve slept with in slightly longer than that… and the first android to discover her true duties towards you. You know that all the androids, YoRHa and the others, are utterly devoted to you, but to you, 2B is special. She was your first, your welcome to this strange new world, the one who helped you through the difficulties of this transition. And also… she is hot as fuck, and even among the other babes on this ship, she stands out to you. You give her ass a squeeze, briefly marveling at how impossible it is to tell that it’s synthetic, android booty instead of stock human material… in spite of the fact you’re confident no natural human ever had a butt this juicy.
So as you stroke 2B’s hair, you start to get an idea to make her spot as your favorite official. Something that’d be fun for you and her both…
LINE BREAK HUMAN
Walking down the halls of the Bunker, you can’t help but feel a strut come to you. It’s almost a little childish, but really… with a girl like 2B clinging to your arm and bolstered with the knowledge that any of the drop-dead gorgeous babes on the ship would give their right arm for a ride on your dick, you don’t really have a choice but to strut your stuff.
Oh, and there’s also the fact that you’re both naked. After the night the two of you shared and your new role on the Bunker, clothing just seemed… unnecessary.
Your first stop is obvious: Commander White’s quarters. It’s early enough that the Operator girls—twin blondes with those veils that have seriously grown on you—aren’t at their stations. Which is a bit of a shame, taking two twins first thing in the morning sounds like an excellent way to start your day, but that just means that you get to take an early crack at the Commander.
As you open the door, you see her eyes briefly flicker upwards, surprised at being interrupted… and then her eyes go wide. Seeing the both of you standing naked in her doorway, she opens her mouth to… object or ask questions or just assert her authority, but you can see in her eyes something like what happened to 2B the night before. That moment of realization, a moment of pure reverence and understanding… and you can also see that her eyes are locked on your erection.
2B’s explained as much. Every android is yours to do what you like with, especially if “what you like” is breeding them.
You reach around to cup and fondle 2B’s tits, the sound of her gasp drawing the Commander’s eyes away from your member. You grin as you watch the blush grow across her face, the way her breasts heave in her overly-tight outfit, and the girl who’d thought to flirt with you earlier was now starting to realize… that she wasn’t really in charge.
“From here on out, 2B’s special to me,” you say, hearing her gasp in amazement, “And she’s going to be my main girl. But that raises a question, Commander White...”
You let your words trail off as you gesture downwards to what’s bobbing on your hip, eager to make her acquaintance.
“If you want this,” you say, patting your cock and making the Commander unconsciously lick her lips, “you have to show me you’re comfortable being beneath 2B. And what better way to show that… then by eating her out?”
You see a brief, extremely brief, struggle in her eyes, a bit of her old identity as the Commander of the Bunker, with her unquestioned authority over her subordinates, seems to still be there. But the Council of Humanity—whatever that is, really—has given her orders, and her recent updates had done a lot more than help her fill out her uniform. Her eyes flash with understanding as quickly as they’d earlier flashed with affrontment. As she pulls her dress off and lets her expanded tits bounce free, she salutes and says, “Yes, sir!”
2B wastes no time in asserting her new position, making her way over to her former commander with a sexy, confident sway in her hips. As the Commander moves to take off her boots, 2B instead pushes her to the ground, laying her flat on her back and sitting right on her face.
“Oh!” she giggles, “Oh, Master, she’s an eager pussylicker! She really likes following your orders!”
It’s a shame you can’t see the look on 2B’s face as she receives enthusiastic cunnilingus from her former superior, but you do get an excellent view of 2B’s big, marshmallowy ass jiggling as she grinds her pussy on Commander White’s face. You could bounce a quarter off her ass, and seeing those pale moons made you briefly regret how swiftly 2B had come to eschew clothing. Those outfits were hot, and the black, lacy skirt that just barely covered those globes gave you such a tantalizing glimpse of what was concealed…
But before you can give another thought to YoRHa’s dress code, you find yourself utterly captivated by the sight of the Commander’s current dress code. In only her boots and gloves, you really appreciate seeing those thigh highs wiggling as her knees knock each other in her wild, lustful display.
Grabbing her knees, you spread her legs wide and look upon her glistening pussy. Damn, she’s wet, and the way she just… wiggles her hips at you, hoping to entice you into fucking her sooner? You really can’t help yourself but to just go ahead and plunge on in.
You moan as your dick easily slides into her tight, soaked pussy. It’s amazing how utterly flawless YoRHa pussy is, and yet, they both seem so distinct that you could identify who you were fucking if you were blindfolded… perhaps a game for the future? But right now, you’re more preoccupied with how desperate the Commander feels as her pussy practically sucks you off. 2B, even in the throes of ecstasy, always maintained some sense of professionalism and upright posture, but Commander White seemed to utterly collapse into mad cock-lust the moment you put it in her. Her hips are bucking wildly in utter, undisguised need, and, well, who are you to draw this out?
“Yeah,” you mutter, your hips slamming against her ass as your dick plunders her pussy, “Yeah, you want this, you need this, don’t you?”
A muffled squeal is your only response from the Commander. But 2B translates for you. “She sure does, sir!” she says, her cheerful enthusiasm a world away from the stiffly formal android you’d first met. “She’s desperate to get knocked up by a real human cock!”
Well, good news for Commander White as you unleash inside her. Knowing you’ve been enhanced by nanobots gave you a bit of a pause earlier this morning, but the ability to absolutely flood an android’s pussy with cum is worth any hesitation. Commander White shrieks in joy, a noise muffled by 2B’s generously padded ass and you-
“Oh my...”
Glancing up, you see the wide eyes of the last inhabitants of the Bunker. From the looks of things, they’d been watching you for a while, with one of 6O’s hands squeezing her chest through her uniform while the other grinds a knuckle against her skirt, and 21O… well, 21O, in spite of her usually stiff and formal personality, had completely forsaken any sense of propriety with one hand down her skirt, lewdly and openly masturbating to the sight of you fucking her superior. Turning, you let them get a view of your dick, an act that rewards you with a chorus of lustful moans from both Operators.
Beckoning them with your eyes, they fall to their knees as they crawl towards you, swiftly discarding all clothing that isn’t the alluring veils that obscure their faces, massive tits swaying beneath them as they practically seem to be dragged towards you by the gravitational pull of your dick.
“It’s so...” one exhales, as the other chimes in, “perfect...”
Their voices are dreamy, their eyes clearly lost in fantasy as they both draw up on you and begin to present their naked tits to you. Those early, hesitant moments are something you’re coming to prize, that moment where a girl realizes for the first time that she’s your slut… and she almost can’t believe how wonderful that is. Receiving the experience in stereo only improves it.
Without a word of command, they move to lovingly wrap your dick in their cleavage. They sigh in response to your grunt of approval and begin to work their tits up and down, presenting your dick with the plush softness of their vastly expanded bosom. It’s good. Very good, a sensation you’d never experienced before, and even the titfucks 2B gave you last night aren’t anything like this double experience.
“Sir...” 6O sighs, an almost delirious note in her voice, “P-please, c-can we- you’re so hard a-and I… I want your-”
“I want you-” 21O interrupts, but her protest dies in her mouth as you raise your hand.
An idea comes to you, a bit cruel, but you know they’ll both get what they’re looking for soon enough. And besides… you’re in charge here.
“Girls,” you begin, dramatically drawing out your syllable, “I think I’ll enjoy you one at a time… though while I’m taking care of one of you, the other should feel free to play with herself.”
Suddenly, both Operators sprang into action, vigorously massaging your dick between their tits in their eager desire to be the one to first receive it within their pussy. You groan in pleasure, stroking both girls’ hair as they plead their case… or, as you notice, 6O pleads her case. Her partner instead bites her lip, unable to speak, even as your eyes meet hers.
“I- I-” 21O stammers, before the dam breaks and she cries out, “I want a family, please, I want- I only want- please give me a child, Sir, please, please, pleasepleasePLEASE!”
It’s… surprisingly touching, particularly in her status as an android. Before your arrival, and the new updates sent to Bunker, there had never been a possibility of her bearing a child. Her entire reserved, professional personality has cracked with the possibility, and now you saw the unleashed, wanton need.
And it was pretty hot, on top of being a good deed.
“Okay, 21O,” you say, your voice full of compassionate warmth, “You can be first.”
Her eyes go wide. 6O is gracious in victory, planting a kiss through her veil on her rival’s cheek as she pulls away. It’s the one thing that breaks 21O from the shock of hearing that you’ve granted her request. With a sudden burst of speed, she crashes into you, knocking you flat on your back and, before you can say anything, she plunges down on you, immediately taking you to the hilt.
You’d object, but… damn, YoRHa pussy is good.
2B was desperate to please you and could get aggressive in her lovemaking, but 21O is willing to actually take charge from you. It’s a surprisingly enjoyable change of pace, and if it’s a bit of a challenge to your standing as the Master of your android harem, it’s a thought immediately squashed by 21O herself.
“Gonna- gonna be… gonna be a Mommy...” 21O exhales with naked lust. “Gonna be bred. Must be bred. Wanna be bred!”
She almost sounds like she’s lost in a fantasy, almost unable to believe her incredible fortune to be impaling herself on you, inviting you to treat the head of your dick like a battering ram and to utterly sack her pussy and let your seed invade her womb. She’s losing her mind at the prospect, and you don’t feel inclined to deny her.
You can hear all your girls gasp and moan—from the schlick of fingers exploring pussies that’s surely coming from 6O, 2B, and Commander White to 21O chanting the word “Mommy” and “bred” like it’s a religious mantra—and it heightens your experience considerably. You’re like a god to these androids, each and every one of them offering you their bodies in supplication. They beg you to use them, to breed them, and the hell you’re not going to deliver!
With a grunt, you buck 21O upwards with your hips, knocking her off the rhythm of her chanting, and then grab her hips to slam her down as you release inside of her. 21O’s eyes go wide as her mouth opens in a shriek, just as you erupt inside of her. You hear one of your girls hit her climax—6O, you think it is—just from you painting her comrade’s womb white as you pump shot after shot of your seed into her. She’s been craving a baby for who knows how long, and you’re going to make sure she’s properly fertilized… though you probably should fuck her a few dozen more times, just to be sure.
As 21O topples forward, babbling “thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou...” from her lips as she sucks in air, still rattled by the intensity of her climax. You feel the soft weight of her tits squashed against your chest, and you marvel at how big they’ll soon be getting, swollen with milk and ready to feed one of your many future children...
But before you can think about that, you’re interrupted by a reminder that you have other girls to take care of...
“Sir,” Commander White asks nervously, “We were… wondering if you might have changed your mind… about having us one at a time, and… how would you feel about an orgy?”
LINE BREAK 2P
YoRHa No. 2 Type P, or “2P” as she was known, wasn’t sure what to make of recent orders. They were, of course, unquestionable—direct orders from the Council of Humanity could never be questioned, but at the same time… it was hard to make sense of them. The orders had necessitated immediate changes to their… everything. Their mission profile, their general strategy, even their base configuration, they were all up in the air.
Stretching, she had to note that her change in configuration was most unusual, even if it might be the… smallest change of them all. “Small” being a relative word, of course, since 2P wasn’t used to being barely able to see her feet now that her breasts had been so considerably enlarged. Her uniform barely covered anything, and she only had to look down to see her white uniform straining to contain the unmanageable quantities of dark mocha flesh that seemed poised to just… split her uniform open and flop right out!
Combat was out of the question, walking was very nearly out of the question from the way her posterior wobbled, and 2P had no explanation as to why these changes had been made. There’d been a vast concession of territory to the Machines as more and more androids of all unit types had been given sudden, unexplained “maintenance updates” to “better pivot to serving the needs of the terrestrial human.”
It didn’t make sense. A human, especially a human from the world before, was a huge discovery and his well-being was undeniably the highest priority, but if there were humans on the moon, then why did this particular human seem to matter so much more? Or why did the entire Earth-based android force have to be retrofitted to better work with him, rather than send him to the moon with the rest of the humans?
These questions, though, were not ones 2P expected to receive an answer to.
She did expect to learn a bit about what was the matter behind some more immediate concerns. The camp she’d passed through to board the rocket to the Bunker had been in a state of almost total chaos, an absolute breakdown in basic discipline! These new forms made it difficult to wear a uniform, but the amount of girls who’d effectively eschewed dress requirements was- was shocking! 2P saw a number of girls with their breasts simply hanging out without a word of concern from their peers! If anything, the girls were preoccupied with admiring each others’ updates and complimenting such behavior! There was almost no concern from security, other than a completely mishandled strip search she’d been subjected to—four times over, no less!—and girls searching her seemed far more concerned with her being YoRHa, telling her how lucky she was, how much he liked YoRHa models...
Yes, 2P could admit that she felt an unexpected subroutine activate when she was notified of that information. She understood how important it was that they all perform to the Human’s expectations. And even if it was, on her part, unprofessional to take undue pride in it… she couldn’t deny the feeling of pride as they complimented her.
Though she did not see the appropriateness of commenting on her “big, chocolate tits” or “thicc thighs and big ass,” particularly when she was merely asking in what capacity the Human required her talents as an android! Yes, her body had been fully retrofitted to the new standards, but describing it with nonstandard vocabulary and extremely nonstandard inspection methods was not protocol! Not one bit!
Grumbling, she exited the rocket pod to enter the Bunker, determined to notify Commander White of the breakdown in professionalism… after, of course, she presented herself to the Human and offered to assist in whichever way the Council of Humanity deemed necessary, though she knew she’d only learn once she’d seen the human… she’d been given a cryptic piece of advice from what used to be the commander of the android ground base that “she’d just know” once she saw him.
But unlike the utter chaos Earthside, the Bunker seemed as orderly as it ever was… well, there had been a breakdown of the dress code. A considerable delinquency, however, 2P could easily see that the Operators were dressed in clothing alternative to the standard dress uniform—perhaps the result of their new orders. It seemed… lacking, to say the least, and the fine lace that only barely covered any skin seemed to have no tactical utility that 2P could discern other than to demonstrate the considerable progression of their adapted figures for…
2P blinked with surprise. Her ocular perception algorithm must be… it had to be a malfunction! The two Operators who greeted her not only had… had the most enhanced chests she’d ever seen on an android unit, they also had an inexplicable swelling in their midsection… a swelling that their new uniforms did nothing to hide… that her classified orders began to activate as they recognized…
A baby bump.
Feeling her knees begin to shake, her salivation protocols engaged as 2P stared, transfixed, at what could only be… be the true purpose of a YoRHa unit like herself.
“Smart girl,” one Operator chuckled to the other, “She caught on quick how Master likes his girls.”
“Goes to show how YoRHa is just naturally superior,” the other smugly replied.
Master? 2P didn’t know what they were talking about… except, much as the proof of their fertile wombs unlocked her real knowledge of her purpose, those two syllables echoed with hallowed significance. Her thighs clenched as an unfamiliar feeling overcame her entire body and she whispered the words... “Master...”
“They’re learning faster and faster,” one of the Operators marveled, “I remember when Master first arrived on the station, and we didn’t beg him to breed us until several days had passed.”
The other grumbled, “Don’t remind me. If we had only understood sooner, we’d be that much closer to giving birth!”
“And getting another baby put in us!”
“Glory to Mankind!” the two of them laughed.
Glory to Mankind. 2P’s entire consciousness became consumed by that concept. Glory to Mankind. Glory to Mankind. Glory to Mankind.
Every android must be bred to bring about the rebirth of Mankind!
2P needed to be bred. To be swiftly and thoroughly… to be fucked, utterly and totally fucked until her pussy was stuffed with cum and the eggs she now realized her body was producing were fertilized. She felt her entire body cry out for a baby, to bear a human’s baby! She needed- she needed-
“Oh, I like this one...”
2P turned to see…
The Human.
She had no protocols, no programming to properly show her reverence and declare her fealty to the man who now strode up to her, a Battler unit, her massive tits barely encased by a lacy bra and her belly swollen with the early signs of new life, clinging to his arm. The sight of the Human filled her with awe. The sight of the YoRHa filled her with hope. 2P was practically the color-negative mirror image of the other android! Just- just without a child to complete her!
Lacking words, 2P turned to the one hint she had to the Human’s- to her Master’s desires for her. Forgoing all concerns of standard dress, she ripped her uniform open to let her recently-enhanced breasts spill out from where they’d been confined. Her Master smiled and 2P’s heart leapt to see it.
“Gotta love those YoRHa models,” he said, giving the Battler a squeeze, “But how bout we do this with the blindfold on?”
Of course! Of course! 2P was overjoyed to comply with any of the human’s requests. Spreading her legs wide, she exposed her bare, needy pussy to him, new terminology fit for her new orders and position rapidly coming to mind alongside a vast array of protocols and maneuvers for how to best… best ensure impregnation and, more importantly, the approval of her Master. But one tactic stood out, as soon as she saw it, and the thought couldn’t be driven from her mind.
“M-mating press...” she murmured, not realizing she said anything out loud until her Master raised an eyebrow.
But he didn’t seem reproachful for her speaking out of turn. Instead, he grinned, shook his head, and repeated, “Gotta love those YoRHa models,” before moving towards 2P, now lying on the floor, too impatient to find a bed or a cushion or anything when her pussy- no, her cunt was that desperate to get stuffed!
Fortunately, she didn’t have to wait long.
As 2P pulled her knees up and appreciated how her vastly-enhanced ass—which she had once foolishly griped about as unnecessary padding that merely got in her way—made her dripping slit that much more appealing as she displayed herself. It was… she was a hole that needed to be filled. A cock-sheathe that needed to get stuffed. A baby-maker who’d been wasted for too many years on idiotic combat duties!
And ohhhhhhhh, now that it was here, his head positioned right at her slit, she bit her lip in anticipation, waiting, just- just waiting…
“Damn,” her Master marveled, “I love breaking androids in!”
And with that… he thrust forward, taking 2P’s knees over his shoulders as he bore down on her and drilled her deep. And 2P’s entire system stability heuristic lit up with an explosive alert telling her that this was everything she had ever wanted!
“Fuuuuuuuck,” she moaned, making full use of her newly enhanced vocabulary, “You’re so big! So big! St-stuffing me- fucking filling me up!”
“He is,” the Battler enthused, “And you look so good with your legs over his shoulders!”
2P’s eyes rolled as she received the compliment. But even more so, she reeled from the incredible sensation of her Master’s weight upon her, his life-giving dick within her, and the exquisite pounding he delivered to her pussy. She couldn’t take it. Couldn’t possibly take it, put under an assault beyond her comprehension as she shrieks and the first… first orgasm hits her, not just of this session, but in her entire life. Pleasure sensations she’d never experienced before explode in her brain, her every synaptic connection flashing with sensations new to her, and yet, so natural and so right that 2P wished to sear them into her mind, to experience this endlessly, to be her Master’s best YoRHa breeding slut so that he’d shower her in this experience again and again and again!
Squealing and shaking, her legs bobbing freely over her Master’s back, 2P hit climax after climax, her calibrations completely lost as she gave up on paying attention to anything but the man who was fucking her. She could feel him, feel him with every pressure sensor within her body, could feel the way he pulsed with warmth, with life. Could feel him twitch. Could feel how close- how incredibly close she was to-
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned as 2P’s heart leapt…
And then her entire system went haywire as she felt him spurt load after load of his perfect cum right into her. She shook and spasmed, her mind flashed through a thousand different explosions of pleasure, her entire purpose was being fulfilled in the moment and 2P’s system was not equipped to handle this much ecstasy in one moment. As her Master made sure she was properly fertilized.
As he pulled out of her and 2P’s useless legs could flop down on the floor, she hardly could make sense of the words exchanged between her Master and the other YoRHa on the Bunker. She knew they were complimentary… saying good things about her tits and ass, how her skin color contrasted nicely with theirs, and how they couldn’t wait to see her with big, milky tits… the kind of sweet nothings that made 2P’s heart melt… but she wasn’t really thinking about that.
A single phrase was baked into her mind, echoing even as she could feel his magnificent, human sperm slosh and ooze inside her.
Glory to Mankind.
