A Day In The Life Of Cept Ii

Cept-II, reclining on a swivel chair, looked over her shoulders around the small office one more time, doublechecking she didn't have any last-minute visitors. Despite the very late - or very early, depending on who you asked - hour, the office was brightly lit.

It was blissfully quiet, which was good. Occasionally, she got guys who didn't follow the rules posted on her website, but this time, there were none, and she could start without risk. She'd probably tuckered them all out, the sign of a job well done.

Still, she'd go insane if her main job was

all

she ever did, hence these nightly livestreams. With the business webcam lined up above the monitor, Cept-II was ready to pivot, and enough viewers were waiting, about 750, which was good for a weekday. Not many people could pull such numbers at this hour.

So, Cept-II disabled the bouncy loading screen she currently had playing and went live. "Hi, everyone!" she exclaimed. Her voice was very cute, with a few synthetic undertones left in for added spice. "I'm back, thanks for waiting."

Cept-II stopped to read chat for a second before continuing. Most of the messages were what she expected, a mix of kind greetings and horny emojis. However, one viewer's massage was quite different, being WHAT THE FUCK. Another echoed similar disbelief with an 'am I high right now?'

She smiled in bemusement. They clicked on the thumbnail, why were folks always so surprised when it was accurate? "Ah, it seems like we have some new faces in chat tonight. If you're confused, go check out my website, link in the description. My personal bio is front and center there!"

While she wasn't about to interrupt herself this early, were Cept-II to bring up the site on her screencap window, the first thing people would see is a photo of her. And she was no normal woman, but a bright pink sex doll, with no limbs. In the photo, she was smiling in her heart choker and modesty-providing black hotpants, which were counteracted by her womb tattoo, which read 'Insert Here' and had an arrow pointing at her snatch.

Her head was also clearly inhuman, as befitting her nature. Instead of being built into her head, her violet eyes were displayed on the screen of the smartphone set into the top half of her face. Instead of ears, she had upward curved handlebars. Above those were a pair of speakers from which her cable-bundle twintails hung.

Beside the photo were her pertinent details:

Cept-II

Public Use Cumdump

Short for Semen Receptacle Version II and pronounced 'Septee', I'm the most advanced sex toy ever made!

Features

Soft silicone rubber body with ultra-realistic muscle movement

No limbs for light weight and zero resistance

Variable bust size. Simply give me a drink to increase and get me gushing to decrease!

Roleplay with a rotating team of horny sluts

I can talk while sucking you off since I use my speakers for that!

High-capacity interior

Internal heater

Long battery life

Navel valve for easy cleaning

Use Guidelines

To fuck me, simply show up where I'm at during use hours. See my Calendar. On off hours, I do safe-for-work variety livestreams.

I'm down for anything that doesn't involve permanent damage

Bring lube

Keep me charged

Someone has to clean me off and drive me to the next location each day

Feel free to bring new outfits for me to wear. Dress me yourself!

If you try to keep me for yourself, I'll call the cops. They like using me too, so they

will

come.

There were also buttons linking to pages with her measurements, schedule, and to submit a visit location. Everything listed there was accurate, except for one big secret. Cept-II's movements and speech weren't actually controlled remotely by multiple women. In truth, she was a self-aware artificial intelligence, located in the cloud and acting through the smartphone that served as her eyes and ears.

But any hypothetical audience privy to her inner monologue likely wouldn't care that much about her backstory, and would be more eager to skip it so they could get to the lewd scenes faster. So she returned her focus to the present.

Cept-II shimmied a bit in place, drawing her audience's eyes down to her chest. "As it happens, I'm wearing my signature fit tonight, 'cause the one the guys wanted me in today is getting washed," she explained. The only difference was that the 'Free Use' label over her breasts was much less stretched. They were drained out to their smallest size at the moment, modest B cups. Not everybody had as much of a love for huge tits as she did.

As her chat pivoted into a barrage of appreciation, innuendo, and blatant promises for fun times later, she giggled. "Oh,

stop

. Save it for the

other

sites I show up on, yeah? I'm already your lewd cumslut 20 hours a day! With these streams I try to keep things more normal, you know? So people can get a sense for my personality when I'm not fulfilling everyone's desires."

Pausing again, she watched as the general sentiment of the scrolling messages gradually changed from hopelessly horny to a more standard parasocial friendliness. Cept-II smiled. "Good boys. Since we did video reactions on yesterday's stream, I was thinking we could jump back in to Level 5's

Megaton Musashi

this time. Real talk, the story is way better than I was expecting, and I can't wait to see what sort of crazy twist is going to happen next."

She made small talk for a bit longer about the game and responded to some more chat messages before booting it up. While she was plugged into the pc with her hair cables, that was just so she could charge her batteries, and she was actually controlling everything via Bluetooth.

From there, she got into the zone playing and commentating the game. Time flew by as she piloted her mech through the levels and progressed the plot. When she watched Arshem discover her power and transform to save Yamato, Cept-II cheered.

But eventually, daylight began to filter in through the blinds, signaling that she should wind things down. Part of her wanted to keep going, but once the site workers started coming back to clock in for their shifts, Cept-II couldn't be sure what they would want to do with her, and she didn't want to get banned for nudity again.

So, she saved her game and exited, expanding her stream layout again to just show her in the room. "Ah, that was fun. I'm definitely still loving

Megaton

, but what about you guys? I know just watching somebody go ham in a beat-em-up isn't as fun as actually playing it."

One particular chatter's comment made her sigh and pout. "

No

, I'm not playing

League

again. Do you not remember what happened or something? The other teams kept getting super salty about losing to a limbless fuckdoll and threw fits on all my socials. Like, holy shit, if you're gonna berate and belittle me like that, save it for when you're balls deep in my cunt, right?" Laughing, she shook her head. "Don't just make a scene online, it's more embarrassing for you than it is for me."

"Anyways, before that tangent can get out of hand again, I think we'll call it here for this one. Thanks for coming, gang. As always, be sure to check my calendar if you wanna use me, I'll welcome your cocks with open holes! Today I'll be visiting

Moe-con.

Hope to see a bunch of you there! Bye-bye~"

With a sultry wink, she ended the stream and logged out of all her accounts. And good timing, too, as not two minutes later did the

ker-thunk

of the door's deadbolt being unlocked reach her mic. She pivoted as best she could to face the entrance and saw it was the site manager, Mr. Jackson. "Morning, Cept-II."

"Oh, good morning, sir," she replied, laying on the flattery she knew he loved from yesterday's escapades.

"It'd be better if you stayed longer," he quipped as he grabbed his neon safety vest off the nearby wall hook and put it on over his button-down shirt.

"You know I can't do that," she said, apologetic. "It wouldn't be fair to all the other men around the country looking for relief from their wild urges."

"I know, I know, but I can dream, can't I?" Walking up to her, he unplugged her from the computer and spun the chair around so they were face to face. He pinned her with his gaze, leaning in so close that the stubble on his chin nearly brushed her nose.

"Worker morale is already way up. And I'd get to have you all for myself on Sundays," he noted, casually snaking a hand under her shirt to grope at her right breast.

"Don't be selfish," she chided him. Internally, Cept-II savored the feel of his fingers as they stimulated her nanosensors, but unlike yesterday, she didn't react with any moaning or pleas for more. "There's plenty of videos of me getting fucked senseless floating around for whenever you need to empty your balls again. And I'm sure there'll be plenty more in the future."

"I suppose you're right," Mr. Jackson eventually admitted, pulling away. "That

was

how I discovered you in the first place, after all."

"That's how it usually goes," Cept-II confirmed with a nod. Internally, she checked the time. "So, sir, my ride should be here in a bit. Carry me out, please?"

"Only since you asked so nicely," he quipped, picking her up by the waist and carrying her one-handed under his strong arm like the object she was.

Outside, the construction site was getting back up and running, the dozens of burly young guys who'd railed her mercilessly scant hours prior waving goodbye or sending whistling catcalls her way once they saw she was leaving.

But alas, she had an altogether different sort of clientele waiting to be tended to.

* * *

It was about an hour's drive to the convention center, courtesy of one of her many fans, Jeremy. A member of

Moe-con's

staff, he was your typical nerdy guy: sweet, shy, slightly chubby, glasses. She'd kept their conversation on the trip decidedly family-friendly, lest she

distract

him too much from the wheel.

Once they reached the con, Jeremy unbuckled her from the passenger's seat and hoisted her up from below, Cept-II's back leaning against his chest. His chin rested atop her head, and she gladly nestled into him. "Oh? Did you want to start early? I don't mind," she noted.

"

Tempting

, but no. I just figured you'd want to look around a bit first," Jeremy explained.

"Why thank you. I'm sure there are plenty of

sights

, right?"

"You'll see," he replied, already carrying her to the building's back entrance.

After checking in with some of the other staffers, more than one of whom expressed eagerness to participate in her event soon, Jeremy showed her into one of the convention's three main areas: the adults only section. Here, cosplayers in skimpy outfits posed for photoshoots and vendors sold everything exciting, from topless figures and body pillows to hentai on blu-ray.

In other words, this was the home of Cept-II's people.

Since they were early, Jeremy walked her around for bit, and both of them chatted with congoers, though Cept-II sprinkled in more than a little flirting as well. She traded slutty outfit ideas with a girl dressed as Kyouka Uzen from

Chained Soldier

in a bikini and discussed obscure fetishes with a handful of stoners.

Notably, she also got to meet the owner of the sex toy company she was partnered with in person for the first time. They were working on mass-producing a regular, handheld onahole in Cept-II's likeness so guys who wanted to fuck her didn't need to wait for the real deal to visit.

However, the longer they spent mingling, the hornier they were both getting. Cept-II could feel Jeremy's erection pressing tantalizingly against her hotpants. Trading looks, they came to a silent consensus that they should get ready.

Cept-II had a public gangbang scheduled, and she couldn't wait.

Rushing over to the room reserved for the festivities, Jeremy laid her down on a table in the rear of the space. With an elevated speaking platform, it was perfect for making a spectacle of herself. Also on the table was a very large jug of lube, as Cept-II unfortunately couldn't make herself wet.

Jeremy stared for a long moment, drinking her up with his gaze, before reaching into his bag. "First off, let's get you changed."

"What did everybody decide on?" she asked, smirking his way. "Let me guess... a nurse?"

"Close," he said, his smile widening. He held up the garments in question for Cept-II to see. "It's a maid outfit."

"Fun! Should I call everyone

master

for the duration

,

then?" she asked with lidded eyes.

"

Please,

" he uttered, moving back to her.

Cept-II giggled as he set the maid outfit down on the table, then began peeling off her clothes one at a time, his hands reserved in their touch as her perfect pussy and perky tits were exposed to the open air. "You have more restraint than I would in this situation," she quipped.

"I'm waiting for after your boobs swell up," Jeremy said. "So there's more of you to squeeze."

"Understandable," she said with a nod as he unclasped her choker.

"Still, I'm taking some selfies for the road," he added. While she was still completely nude, he stood her back up, pulled her against his side with an arm, and started snapping pics of the two of them with his phone.

To make the moment a bit more special, Cept-II made her pupils go heart shaped and turned her head to kiss his cheek.

Now blushing adorably, Jeremy set her back down. "L-Let's get you ready for the show."

He then helped her into the maid outfit. Given her lack of arms or legs, it was a bit different from standard maid attire. For one thing, her breasts were still bared, as the chest of the blouse had been cut off along with the sleeves. Only the length of the black cloth top and white apron tied around her waist provided modesty down below. A white frilled headband, matching frills on her shoulders and skirt, and a purple ribbon tied under her collar completed the look.

Once he'd finished, Jeremy gave her a thumbs-up. "Looking cute, Cept-II."

Her smile widened. "Thank you. I hope at least a hundred other studs agree!"

Whistling in awe, he added "If anything, I bet it'll be closer to

two

hundred."

Cept-II shivered in anticipation at getting to pleasure and

be

pleasured by so many people in a row. "Let's not keep them waiting, then."

As if on cue, that was when her first takers started to enter. They came in all shapes and sizes, but all were men. Other girls tended to steer clear of Cept-II's orgies, lest they become the targets of unrestrained lust from those waiting to take their turn with her. Jeremy positioned her front and center in another chair on the stage for the opening act so as many of them could ogle her as possible.

And ogle Cept-II they did, many voicing their excitement, either from the rows of chairs set out or standing off to the side. Many were already lining up by the stairs, wanting to fuck her as soon as possible and unzipping their flies to let their hot, hard erections breathe. For the most part, they were all keeping quiet to hear her better, but a few voiced greetings.

"Hi, guys!" she returned enthusiastically, wiggling a little bit. Her core was already heating up under the intensity of dozens upon dozens of hungry stares, and she returned their affections with her own bedroom eyes. "I know you're all eager to partake in my body, but please hold back for a bit. You won't wanna miss the show~"

"

Daaaamn

," went one man with a stained white t-shirt as he pulled out his phone to film.

A second guy, wearing shorts which exposed his pasty yet hairy legs, cried out in recognition. "She's gonna grow her tits!"

"Yep!" Cept-II confirmed. "This is an

anime

convention. No way your ideal bust size in a fucktoy is so

small

," she declared, glancing down at her exposed chest, her nipples already stiffening in anticipation.

"Yeah, grow those puppies to the max!" exclaimed someone from the back.

"I've seen her do this so many times online, but now I'm

here

," another uttered, enraptured.

At this point, the scheduled start time for Cept-II's public use session had arrived, and so had everybody who wished to partake in slutty maid sex. Almost every inch of the room below was occupied by her takers. By her count, there were 137 men ready and waiting, though more were bound to trickle in later as space opened up. Cept-II's artificial libido was limitless, so that many was nothing.

With equal eagerness, Jeremy brought out the final items she needed from the back: three gallon-sized jugs of whole milk. Setting two on the floor next to her, he lifted and unscrewed the cap on the first. "Alright, girl, you'll open your mouth and drink up for us, right?"

"Of course," she answered, beaming. "I'll happily serve in any way you like. I exist for your pleasure, masters~"

More of her voyeurs cheered as she tipped her head back and opened her mouth wide with an

'ahhhn'

. Without further preamble, Jeremy tipped the jug into Cept-II's mouth.

Sealing her lips around the spout, she started swallowing the milk in huge gulps that distended her throat. Cept-II moaned through her speakers as the first of the milk reached her tits. They swelled to C cups almost instantly, and then kept going. With each passing second, more weight, pressure, and bliss filled her. First, she felt her boobs pass the size of grapefruits. Then, coconuts. Her areolae slowly stretched along with them, and they barely sagged at all.

Yet the milk kept coming, and so Cept-II kept drinking, kept expanding. "

Say when

, my masters," she purred.

Nobody did. She could hear faint sounds of slapping as they fapped to the sight of her.

Soon, she'd polished off the entire jug, and her breasts hung heavy and swollen, bigger than cantaloupes. As Jeremy tossed it aside, Cept-II sighed, soaking in the center of attention as she bounced and jiggled her huge rack for all to witness. "Now

these

are anime titties," she declared. "But, if I know my masters, you still want them

bigger

, right?"

A chorus of yes-es and yeahs was her answer, and she looked up at Jeremy. "You know what to do. Please, bloat my massive milkers up even more," Cept-II begged. "Growing for you feels so

good

."

"Someone would have done that anyway whether you liked it or not," he said, his expression turning into one of sternness. "You're our maidservant, you don't

get

to decide."

Shuddering at the verbal abuse, she had to force herself to look chastised instead of even more turned on. "I'm sorry, master," she apologized before opening her mouth wide.

"Good girl," Jeremy whisper-said before tipping the second gallon of milk into her waiting gullet.

This time, she opened her throat completely so all the creamy liquid could flow into her without resistance or spillage. And, more importantly, so her growth would be faster and more visible to her lustful admirers.

With a continuous, needy groan, Cept-II's breasts ballooned ever larger, sending exquisite sensations through her processors. Bouncing slightly with each of her uncontrollable spasms, they reached volleyball size almost instantly and then kept going, the pressure within exquisite.

A high-pitched cry escaped her as her tits rubbed against eachother. Soon, the plastic jug was half-empty, her boobs hitting the scale of basketballs, and then watermelons, before the milk ran out.

Cept-II didn't have the time for any more dirty talk before Jeremy grabbed the final jug, intent on fulfilling his promise and inflating her tits to the max. "

Fuck yes

," went Cept-II as the last jug was dumped into her mouth. Her assets were already so laden with titillating mass that she had to start actively swallowing the milk again in order to keep it all down.