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A haze lifted from Slade. He laid back in a lightly padded capsule. The room around him gleamed a sterile white. He was just one member of a room full of dormant humans in capsules.

He laid naked, exposing his tender, pinkish skin. His chubby face hid under a bushy, brown beard, and a smattering of hair grew on his chubby chest. A mild beer gut jutted up from his lying frame. Even his junk was on display, with a floppy dick draped over his testicles. Plenty of hair lined his chunky thighs and thick calves. He would've been embarrassed if there was anyone to be embarrassed in front of.

Like a dream, reality came back to him. He'd been assigned to 100 years of cryostasis brainwashing. He had just woken up, but already, memories of the brainwashing faded from his awareness. All he could think of now was the android before him.

The svelte, white model leaned on its hip. Its gleaming feet arched delicately. From there, its calves and thighs curved gently up to slight hips. Along the way, its ankles were defined by deep, black seams, along with another seam at its knees and another at its hips. Despite the android's curves, its outlined joints and its shiny, plastic skin gave it a definitively robotic look.

Its hips tapered up into a skinny waist. A belt of cobalt alloy spanned around its midsection, no doubt for utility accessories. The android's bust carried two teardrop-shaped modules, and they were enclosed by a blue, metallic plate. Two lithe shoulders led down to slim arms. Its head was defined by an angular chin and a sleek, round scalp. Its face bore two blue, glowing lenses: in essence, its eyes. Below them, its voiceport was a tiny black dot. The grace of its design beckoned Slade's eyes to traverse up and down its subtle curves.

It looked Slade in the eyes. "Hello, Mr. Zoric. According to your record, you were reprogrammed here for your crimes in network espionage and theft. In colloquial terms: you were a hacker. My manufacturer frequently advised me to employ caution with humans such as yourself." Its words came out as emotionless as could be.

Slade rubbed his head. "Uh-huh. So, where's the door?"

The android turned to the console behind it, swiveling its hips. "I will need a moment before I can assist you further." Two small, pert bumps protected the android's backside, where its hips met its legs. In other words, it had a tight butt.

The hacker relaxed with his hands behind his head. "Sheesh. The androids in my time would've been more efficient than this. At least it's got some nice curves."

The android looked over its shoulder. "I am a 'she'."

Slade's chest tensed. "Did you just talk back to me?"

The android emitted a scratchy huff through her voiceport. "My subject today is unique. Its form is round. It's from 100 years ago, before humans had access to metabolic warping. That accounts for its excess adipose." Her voice, as dry as ever, had taken to uttering insults.

Slade snorted. "Very mature. Look, I'm sorry I talked like you couldn't hear me."

The android silently tapped keys on the panel before her.

A guilty weight sat in Slade's gut. "I mean it. I didn't realize..." He cut off his sentence; there was no excusing his mistake. "I'm sure you catch enough shit, working this job. What's your name?"

The android stopped typing, but she didn't face him. "I'm... Pearl." She paused. "I should note that your record mentioned something I had never indexed before. It stated that most of your female company carried a large amount of weight."

Slade gripped the rim of his capsule. "What the hell? Yeah, they did, but why are you snooping through my stuff?"

Pearl turned back around to face Slade. "Your tone indicates discomfort with this exchange. I will cease verbal dialogue. I will now commence an energy transfer." Her voiceport expanded open to the size of a baseball. She reached into a console behind her, grabbed a thick, black cord, and plugged it into her voiceport. The machine behind her hummed.

Slade stayed in his capsule. He'd been there quite a few decades already; he could wait a little longer. He really just wanted pants before going anywhere.

The android thumped a dull sound, kind of like she was gulping something down. She stood there for a minute, with straight, perfect posture, and she just absorbed energy through the cord. She was apparently a glutton for energy.

Slade drummed his fingers.

Pearl's midsection curved outward subtly.

Slade blinked. He rubbed his eyes. He sat up in the capsule, unable to believe his eyes.

Her stomach bulged just a tad further. Her casing was not the same stiff, static material that Slade expected. Instead, it changed shape as energy flowed into her. Her stomach bowed outward, and it pursed over her blue belt. Her waist inflated sideways, as well, pinching into folds as it crested beyond her belt. It looked painful, if androids had such a thing as pain.

The belt creaked.

Her stomach grew into a pregnant sphere, tensing around the belt, as if to eat it. The belt cracked, and it clanged to the floor, leaving her white stomach bare. Larger than a basketball, its lower roll fattened wide against her pelvis and ballooned out to her sides. Her upper stomach rounded with a soft peak. Her navel port formed a deep, cushy entry.

All rational thought had abandoned Slade. He watched mindlessly.

Pearl kept chugging. Her legs weren't far behind. Already, her thighs thickened to the point of touching. Below, her calves cast striking curves. She turned to face the panel, and she typed on it again, showing her rump to Slade. Her cheeks blimped out in two heavy orbs. She gulped once more, and her ass modules quivered, jiggling from the oncoming pulse of energy. Pearl thumped another gulp of electricity down, and her ass bounced wider, thicker, and lower. Girth stretched her vast butt, while the tops of her thighs bunched under her growing behind. The material groaned as it stretched to accommodate her overflow. Her robotic metabolism did a fantastic job routing excess power into massive, malleable buttock batteries.

Pearl finished typing and turned back around, sloshing her swelling stomach. By now, her belly also encroached over her thighs. Its lower roll was still perfectly smooth. Her thighs were easily thrice as wide as when she'd started, too, and they flared in provocative curves. Plenty of heft had gone to her bust modules, as well. Her tits hung from her chest as two overripe melons and rested their globular breadth over the top of her growing gut. Her stomach's billowing size made it a capable shelf for her expanding rack.

Even her faceplate puffed up. She grew cheeks defined as chubby bulges, and the angular contour of her chin softened.

She popped the cord out of her voiceport. The port pulsed some residual energy, "Uuurp." She turned around to place the cord back in its holster, flashing an ass that had bloated twice as wide as her shoulders and down to the top of her calves. Each cheek formed a squat pear shape. Lacking any cellulite, her robotic skin pulled her ass matter taut. Her ass was so heavy that it naturally expanded wider at its bottom.

Slade's heart thumped. He raged a tall boner.

Pearl faced Slade. She walked to him. She swung her legs wide, maneuvering her tubby thighs around each other. The sashay swung her heavy belly and bobbed her blubbery breasts. "You are signaling reproductive desire to me. It is my duty to inform you that coital relations between an android and a human are illegal." Her voice sounded cold, but her swinging body looked so welcoming.

Sweat dotted Slade's face. "I'm not doing anything. This is just morning wood."

She folded her arms, pushing her tits out. "In your circumstance, nocturnal penile tumescence is extremely unlikely."

Slade shook his head. "Whatever--just get me outta here already."

Pearl nodded. "Understood. As you wish." Pearl offered her hand forward, towards Slade. She leaned into his capsule, and her gut squashed against its rim. Her tall belly squeezed as much as it could through the wide portal of the capsule. Her navel port was obscured by the heavy, overhanging fat of her gut. Pearl's swollen figure oozed through the capsule's opening.

The capsule creaked.

Slade's eyes went wide. "Careful! How much do these things support?" Part of him welcomed the oncoming fat. Part of him feared its impact on him in the event of a fall.

Pearl leaned further. Her girth smooshed more of her midsection through the portal, intruding towards Slade, threatening him with her vast, opulent power storage. Its electricity burbled within her.

The capsule's stand gave way, and it crashed backward to the floor with a thundering bang. The fall tossed Slade against its padded walls, leaving him rattled but unharmed.

Pearl laid on top of the capsule. Her belly and breasts squeezed inside it, smothering Slade. "Less than my current weight." She dangled her fat gut and tits into the capsule like it was no big deal.

Slade growled. "Yeah, I got that. Look, I'm not trying to be rude, but you're a little too big to be... doing stuff... like that."

The android's face panel flushed a rose hue, betraying her overheated social circuits. "Do you have much experience with women of my proportions?"

He gulped. "YOUR proportions? No, I um, can't say I have. Any experience like that." Slade got the impression he was about to.

Pearl laid there. Her overfilled stomach and bulbous bust modules draped onto him. Her plush robotics brushed his chubby form. Her casing was adaptive and flexible, giving it a pliancy that resembled softness. On the other hand, it was cold and smooth, just like a lifeless machine. Yet she was not lifeless.

Slade lunged up and pressed his face to Pearl's textureless faceplate. He opened his mouth.

She opened her voiceport.

Slade's tongue slithered inside her. He tasted the rounded contours of her facial cavity. He felt a sweeping, ecstatic joy as his tongue explored her. Maybe he was catching minor ticks of electricity, like if her voiceport wasn't perfectly sealed. The longer they kissed, though, the further that thought drifted from him.

Pearl flopped off of the capsule and slapped her belly to the floor, on all fours. Her arms and legs squished her stomach outward so that it deepened her waist fold. Her gut laid in a wide pool below her on the floor. Her humongous tits slopped to the ground, and their heft piled on the floor in round orbs. Her ass rolled over her calves and up to her heels while it sloped out to her sides. "Please locate my extension port." The instruction was innocuous and inviting at the same time.

Slade leaned up out of the capsule. "Really? Don't get me wrong, you're incredible..."

Pearl wagged her rump slowly, sloshing its excess energy side to side. "Only zero-point-zero-one percent of humans excite my port to produce lubricant. You are a member of that population. Now, my serial bus expects an input. Mr. Slade, your interaction is crucial to my maintenance." Translation: she needed his D, bad.

Slade chuckled. "Fuck, getting hit on by an android... I never expected it to sound so beautiful. You're quite a woman, Pearl."

Slade hopped out of the capsule and knelt behind Pearl. The floor was hard and cold, but he didn't care.

He put his hands to her massive cheeks and pulled them apart as best he could. He pressed his chubby pelvis to her corpulent ass, and his hunky gut bulged against the peaks of her cheeks. His spearhead met her port, and he found her warm and wet. He gripped the sides of her hips, digging his fingers into a large crease above her rotund rump. He pulled on her for leverage and slowly inserted his firm length into her waiting connector.

Pearl hummed a low, wavering tone.

Slade's cock stroked out and in along her port, flowing and ebbing slowly in order to truly appreciate her.

Her port's synthetic lining was constructed for delivering mucus. That aided in the production of new units. As a result, her insides were porous and soft. The processing power devoted to her reproductive procedures taxed her lower circuits, generating heat from the exchange of bits and bytes. On the other hand, her manufactured port was perfectly circular and straight.

Slade picked up speed. He swept back and pushed forward, thrusting his cock deep into her receptacle. His tugging arms pulled her obese butt into his ramming pelvis, which clapped his fat against her rump storage.

Her butt cheeks rippled out from the force, and waves echoed up her body. Her tits bopped up along the floor. She encoded a sultry moan.

Over and over, he plunged through her. Slade resolved to see just how bouncy this android was. He pounded into her, hard.

Pearl yelped. Her hands inched forward along the floor, and her belly squashed wider on the ground.

Slade leaned forward and put his hands far on Pearl's waist. He gripped her bulging side storage while his forearms leaned against her bulky hips. Despite the deep crease where her waist folded inward to accommodate jiggling joules, her sides were otherwise smooth and sleek. Slade pushed inward and found that they were supple and yielding to his lusty squeezes.

Now, Slade basically hugged Pearl's ass while he hammered quakes through its lardaceous capacity.

Her gut billowed out against his hands. Her butt undulated violently into his midsection. And her extension port slimmed in pulsing beats, attempting to suck genetic data from him.

It succeeded. Slade's cock pumped. "I'm--cumming!" Thick seed bloated his rigid cock and blasted out of him.

Pearl cried in lewd dings. Her damp port handled his packets desperately. Her systems fried, issuing a miscalculation that dribbled fluids from between her fat legs.

Slade spent himself, then fell back onto the floor. "Fuck. I don't think anyone has ever cum that fast for me."

Pearl slumped forward, sprawling onto her distended stomach. "Before you awoke, I calibrated my systems to match your capabilities."

Slade rolled his eyes. "Right. Silly me."

The two caught their breath on the ground.

Slade sat up with a gasp. "Oh, fuck, I wasn't wearing a condom!"

Pearl lazily rolled onto her back, sloshing her gut. "That is no cause for concern." Her stomach formed a soft mound over her.

Slade slapped his forehead. "Oh, right, of course. You, getting pregnant... that's a ridiculous idea."

Pearl held up her index finger. "Precisely. I am two weeks away from the height of my reproductive processes. It would be impossible for me to synthesize a new unit from your genetic material at this time."