Machines and young girls

My name is Xiaozi, I'm 13 years old, and I just started junior high school. My brother and I live together in a villa in Hong Kong. My

brother studies at a university of science and technology, and our parents both work in the United States, so most of the year it's just

the two of us living here. My brother loves inventing things. He obtained patents for many of his inventions during his studies and

made a lot of money. As a result, he bought a lot of advanced

devices , and continues his great creations. As for me, I'm just a pretty little girl, not very tall, but

I don't know if I have a good figure... that's what many people say, so I guess that's how it is. I live a carefree life.

Of course, according to my brother, I'm a bit of an idiot. He says I'm very stupid and have no memory... but

I don't care what he says. Anyway, with him taking care of me, I don't have to worry about anything. It's just that with a brother like this making

all sorts of strange things, plus my curiosity... things seem to be getting complicated.

That Saturday, I lazily got up and took a shower, while my brother got up early and went to

the basement to tinker with his things. Lately, he'd been working on something related to agriculture. I knew about it

because after visiting a farm, he started looking at

books about animals, mostly cows. See, I'm not stupid! While I was showering, my brother said he was going out to do some research and

wouldn't be back until tomorrow night, and then he left. I hummed in agreement and leisurely showered. About half an hour later, I came out,

wrapped in a towel, and wanted to see what my brother was making, so I went to the basement.

What was this thing? An L-shaped shelf, the vertical side was much longer, with two huge

glass bowls hanging from the top. There were tubes connected to the bottom, and it seemed like there was a retractable support. Below was an iron

box—that's all I can say—and in the center of the box was something like an iron rod, with

a . It looked like it was made of rubber, about the length and thickness of my thigh. The surface

was very rough, with many stripes and clearly divided into several layers. The bottom was cylindrical, and attached to it

was something like a cone, the base of which was about 1 centimeter wider than the cylinder below. I

went over and touched it; the outer edge of the cone's base had a ring of stiff hairs. Later, my brother told me this thing was called a penis—

what's a penis? He said it's something only males have. I was very curious, so I climbed onto the cone

and sat down to look at it, wondering what my brother was up to. Then I noticed what looked like

a guillotine on the upright surface, so I stood up and reached for it. After finally pulling down the guillotine, I heard a crash beneath my feet,

and the metal plate on the box I was standing on collapsed, leaving me sitting on the cone. The strange thing between

my legs started rotating, each layer rotating in a different direction—some to the left

, some to the right—and it seemed to be slowly rising? This was bad! What kind of monster was this? I quickly tried to pull my legs away, only to realize

that the collapse had stuck both my feet inside. Damn it—how unlucky! I frantically tried to move my legs,

but they seemed even more stuck; I couldn't pull them out no matter what I did. What should I do? As I was thinking, I

felt the strange thing in the middle pressing against my buttocks, and it was rising. What... what's

going on? I realized the tip of the cone was reaching into the small hole in front of my lower body. Later, my brother told me that the

small hole was called a "vagina hole," which terrified me. I didn't want such a huge thing going inside my body; I

was sure I'd be torn apart. So I moved my legs even more vigorously, but I just couldn't pull them out, and it was the same on both sides

. As the cone penetrated further, I couldn't move my legs anymore because it had stretched my little hole

so much. I was in excruciating pain, but it showed no sign of stopping. Tears streamed down my face, yet it

continued to advance… I screamed for my brother to save me, but I was all alone at home…

When the bottom of the cone finally entered my little hole, I felt as if a membrane—

my brother called it my hymen—had been pierced, and blood was flowing out. I fainted from the pain. The thing continued

to rise , the thickest part already inside, and the lower part smoothly disappeared into my little hole. The cone continued

to tear me apart like a drill, rotating and pushing open my tiny opening. Soon, half of it was

inside , but then it seemed to encounter resistance, as if it had reached its limit. After all, as my brother had said: "For a first time

, to be hit with something this huge, your cunt can really handle it!" My whole body was lifted up by this thing . The pain woke me up again. Reader: What? Just woke up? Then why did I still know so much

after fainting ?

Author: I'm just writing this, so please don't be so petty. And please, stop throwing rotten

eggs! My feet aren't stuck anymore... Why?! It's unfair! I struggled so much

to get out, and now I'm out inexplicably, completely suspended

in mid-air by this giant monster in my vagina. It's still rising, and I can't get down. My feet can't find any support, and my hands

can't grip the rotating thing. Even if I did... I realized the bottom of it is already halfway down my

thighs , meaning half of it is inside. I can't get it out, and with the pain, I

have no strength left. I can only resign myself to fate...

Suddenly, it stopped rising, suspended in mid-air. My entire weight rested on the monster in the middle of my vagina.

I saw the two bowls in front of me extend and cover my slightly budding breasts. Then I

felt a sharp pain, as if the transparent glass dome was being vacuumed, and it was constantly being drawn out. Oh my god!

What's going on now? "Strange thing, put me down!" I cried. Just then, the thing inside my vagina sped up

, spinning rapidly and moving up and down. The glass dome remained stuck to my chest,

lifting high into the air, then lowering me with it. As I reached my maximum descent, it

suddenly rose again, slamming heavily against the top of something inside my stomach—my brother called it the uterus. The pain was

unbearable, and I immediately fainted. But that thing wouldn't stop; it kept tossing me up repeatedly.

Falling, then crashing heavily, tossed up… I kept waking up in pain, then fainting again. I don't know how much

time passed. Gradually, I felt the pain wasn't as intense as it had been at the beginning, but the two glass shields

on my chest felt like they were injecting something into my breasts, making them incredibly painful. After some time,

I noticed that although my vagina still hurt, I had a different sensation. A strange feeling,

I didn't know what it was, but it felt slightly comfortable. My brother called it pleasure. Gradually, this

feeling became stronger and stronger. I also noticed that my vagina was leaking a lot of fluid. My brother called it vaginal fluid, mixed with

the lubrication of the blood from before. That thing went deeper and deeper into my vagina, until finally it was completely

inside . This thing was as long as my thigh… I felt like all my internal organs were being pushed to the side. With each

impact during the fall, it hurt my chest, and a huge cylindrical bulge appeared on my stomach. My breasts were extremely swollen and painful.

I looked down weakly and saw that my breasts had grown a lot, but they were still far from filling a bowl. Continuing

to endure the mixture of pain and pleasure, the towel on my body had long since fallen to the ground. A naked

little girl was being held aloft by a terrifying dildo, repeatedly thrusting up, falling down, and crashing against it.

At the lowest point, the girl was subjected to a force far greater than her own weight, her limbs swaying limply. Two glass domes were attached to her chest,

her breasts slowly swelling inside. This was my current state…

I don't know how much time passed, how many times I fainted and how many times I woke up. My pain gradually subsided,

while the pleasure grew stronger and stronger. I felt like I was reaching a peak. A little more, a little more… Finally, I

felt myself burst… Something seemed to spurt out of my vagina. My brother said it was called semen. Strange, why

does it have "semen" in it? And the monster inside my vagina seemed to sense it too, spurting out a large amount of something in return. I

felt completely filled inside, and then I fainted. But the thrusting continued. Afterwards, I vaguely

remember reaching several high points, which my brother called orgasms. When I was woken up again at night, I suddenly realized that my breasts

were filled with that glass dome... How could this be? How could I have such big breasts? And

it seemed like white milk was being sucked out... Ah, how did I become like this? Huge breasts hanging on

this doll-like little girl's body. Reader: She was already a doll, and still doll-like, which made her look very disproportionate

. With the impact of that thing below, she and the glass dome attached to her swayed wildly up and down. I

felt a kind of pleasure when my breasts were being sucked, which was very comfortable, and then it became stronger and stronger. At this moment,

I felt something in my buttocks, and when I opened my eyes, I suddenly saw that a support had been erected at some point, and something was inserted into my

anus and widened. Then I felt liquid flowing into my stomach. It was so hot! The liquid kept flowing into

my anus, stimulating my large and small intestines, and even when my stomach was already swollen,

that thing was still pushing liquid in. "Ah, what are you trying to do? Why am I in such a miserable state..." I

thought to , when I was suddenly electrocuted. My vagina was already sensitive, and the shock was unbearable. I immediately had

an orgasm, and before passing out, I let out one last conscious, soft cry: "Brother, save me..."

Time felt incredibly long. I had long since lost consciousness, only managing a couple of "uh...uh"

sounds with each orgasm before passing out again, continuing to be tormented by this strange machine called "brother." My stomach was swollen bigger

than ; I had no idea how much fluid had entered my body. Due to the increased weight of my breasts and the fluid in my stomach,

each fall was now much harder than before, but I felt nothing more. I was still being

tossed up and down, constantly spinning inside, the electric shocks were much more frequent, and I would get shocked every now and then.

The tubes at the back had long since stopped delivering fluid; perhaps it had all been forced into my intestines. My breasts and stomach swayed back

and forth . The world seemed to be leaving me...

"Xiao Zi, brother is back~" Huh, why is there no sound at all? He entered the house. "

What strange sound?" In the basement, his brother was dumbfounded. A little girl

was bobbing up and down in the air, her lower body seemingly having three legs. The middle, black "thigh," as thick as the girl's thigh,

completely disappeared into her vagina as it rose, then almost completely withdrew as it descended, leaving only a small portion

inside . Then, at the very bottom, it suddenly rose again, moving in the opposite direction to the girl

's descent, instantly penetrating her vagina. The violent impact propelled the girl back into the air. The girl's head was down, her eyes closed,

seemingly unconscious. Her limbs hung limply, swaying with the up-and-down motion, her stomach swollen high, and

her breasts, like glaze, hung on her chest, covered by two glass domes that swayed up and down,

continuously drawing out white milk. After five minutes, his brother finally came to his senses, stopped the machine, put me

down, and took me to the toilet to "relieve myself."

Later, my brother told me that it was a new type of milking device he created based on new research. The research suggested that

milk produced by cows during orgasm is more nutritious and produces more milk, so he made this device

to test on that farm. This device automatically locates the vagina and performs intercourse, and during

orgasm , it sprays artificial semen to inject a powerful lactation-inducing agent into cows with insufficient milk production.

The material on the artificial penis contained a small amount of aphrodisiac, but even that was a significant amount for me; otherwise, I wouldn't

have recovered from the pain so quickly. That day, he was adjusting the base, so he set it up, and I ended up sitting on it. He said that

later, it seemed that my excessive vaginal discharge caused a short circuit in the circuitry, activating the machine's

function of cleaning and disinfecting the cow's intestines, and the leakage current traveled along the damp pillar all the way to my vagina

… something like that, anyway, I didn't understand what he was saying. I only know that I did

an experiment for the thing he made for the cows… My brother later said that after he put me down that day, I kept saying I wanted more, so he had to

put me back on for several hours. I think he's bragging. I was already unconscious at the time, how could I possibly talk?

Well, I didn't wake up until two days later. Now I only have one problem: what to do about my breasts…

No one my age would have breasts like this. There are almost no people on Earth with breasts like this.

I think I'm almost 38 or 39. Ugh, this is so troublesome.

My brother helped me get a week off work and told me that the changes in my breasts are irreversible, and that the lactation-inducing drug is

very powerful. He made something for me that was easy for him: a bra made of nanofiber fabric. This

thing can completely tuck my two huge, non-sagging, even slightly upturned breasts into it,

and then pull them back hard. After wearing it, my bust size is only about 34, and the apparent volume has shrunk by 50%

. However, this bust size still looks abnormally large compared to my peers, and it

still looks very unbecoming of a standard little girl in terms of figure and face. But that's all I can do. Because wearing this thing every day

is really painful, and making my breasts this small is already my limit. Any smaller and I'll definitely faint

. Every morning, as my brother suggested, I make myself 500ml of breast milk for breakfast. Otherwise,

my breasts get so swollen he won't drink it. I think it tastes pretty good, but with my breasts

so constricted, a little milk always seems to squeeze out. Luckily, the bra my brother made absorbs a lot of moisture, so that's not a problem.

Back at school, I still look the same, except everyone notices my breasts are much bigger

. Lots of people keep glancing at them. Thank goodness for my brother; otherwise, if they saw my real breasts, they

'd be terrified! I wouldn't even dare leave the house… But even so, I get a lot more attention

. Men of all ages often stare at me on the street. When I asked my brother, he said, "You're a

classic big-breasted loli; men are bound to look." "Big what?" I asked. "Nothing, nothing," my brother quickly replied.

That's ridiculous, I muttered.

School life is quite interesting, but soon my worst fear—the Science Festival—is coming up. The school required each

student to create something to showcase. Some of their creations were quite advanced, but I knew absolutely nothing about it.

No worries, though, with my older brother around, he could solve anything for me. Making

something . Meanwhile, I went out to play with my classmates.

My brother is amazing! He built something strange in one night, very much like R2 from

Star Wars , except it was upright, not tilted like R2. He said it was a cleaning robot that could

clean all kinds of rooms, appliances, pipes—basically anything, it could clean automatically and thoroughly,

leaving absolutely no dust. "But it can't be used right now, there's no garbage collection device inside. Just

leave it in your room plugged in to charge for now," my brother said before leaving.

The next day, I got up very early because it was my first week out with my best friend, Wang Li

. Beforehand, my brother had said I only knew how to play, and I immediately retorted, "All you know is entertainment! Humph,

you don't understand anything about fun!" I hummed a little tune as I changed my clothes. Just as I was undressing, my room phone rang.

Only my friend calls this number, so I answered quickly. Sure enough, it was her. But it was bad

news ; she said she had an emergency back home and had to go back, so she couldn't come with me. Ugh… As I hung up

, an email arrived. Who could this be? I opened it. Oh, an attachment? What is it? I clicked the attachment without even looking, but

there was nothing there. Seriously, just as I was about to leave, the automatic cleaning robot next to me, connected to the computer, suddenly

started moving. A bunch of flexible metal arms shot out from its bottom. Huh? What's going on? Those

hairy, snake-like tubes stretched out in all directions, some about 5 centimeters in diameter, others

about 1 centimeter. I was still staring in disbelief when one of them reached my feet. After wrapping around my foot, I

tried to break free, but suddenly all the robotic arms flew towards me. What's going on? As I

wondered what was happening, those robotic arms, like tentacles, quickly wrapped around my naked body. Several arms bound my

legs and arms, then pulled me forcefully to both sides. How could my strength compare to these machines? I

was quickly pulled into an "I" shape and lifted into the air. What is this?! Let me go! I

struggled in the air, but I couldn't move my body except my head. Those robotic arms were

pulling me apart with tremendous force, as if they were trying to dislocate my joints, leaving my two small holes wide open.

Except for the robotic arms that held me in the air, the others wrapped around my body and began

to rotate, their fuzzy robotic arms moving all over my body. Were they cleaning me?

I'm a person, I don't need you to clean me, put me down! The fuzz was clearly designed to remove

dust without damaging anything, so I didn't feel any pain at all; instead, my whole body was

itchy from those things. And because of my previous experience, my whole body seemed much more sensitive. The "tentacles" wrapped around my breasts

quickly aroused me, giving me the same mild pleasure as last time. Suddenly, the machine stopped,

and I saw two indicator lights flashing above me. Ah, is it going to let me down? Great… I need to

get away from this monstrosity. But there was no movement on my side; instead, the hemispherical top opened,

and three tubes extended out, one as thick as a water bottle, the other two thinner. The thick one reached my head, and

as I wondered what was going on, it suddenly shoved into my mouth. The inside seemed to open up and get stuck inside, while

the outside seemed to suck on my lips like a suction cup, stretching my mouth into a large circle, and the tube was

firmly fixed to my mouth. I whimpered and shook my head hard, trying to shake it off, but then a mechanical arm appeared from

behind and pulled my head back, making it impossible to move. Now I couldn't move any part of my body.

I felt two small suction cups sticking to my nipples again, and then they started pulling like last time. Why is it

happening again? Someone please help me!

As my milk was sucked out, the robotic arms on my body started moving again, and I could clearly

feel that the downy hairs were soaked. Was it using my milk as a cleaning agent? I was actually going to

be thoroughly cleaned by my own milk… And what was that thing on my mouth for? Before I could think, I was

immersed in the pleasure brought by the rotating, rubbing robotic arms all over my body. The movement of one of the robotic arms near my

vagina startled me. It

peeled open a small, bean-like structure above my vagina and cleaned the flesh inside. This area seemed very sensitive, because I suddenly felt

a strong pleasure. Why was that? I could clearly feel the vaginal fluid flowing out.

The thick robotic arms clearly noticed this area, and soon one of them quickly inserted into my vagina.

Wait , my brother said this robot could also clean pipes. Did it mistake that for a sewage pipe?

No! My vagina isn't a pipe! Stop! But the robotic arm still managed to penetrate my uterus in an instant,

opening the disc-shaped cleaning device on its head and beginning to pump out the wastewater. Simultaneously,

the rotating fibers on the tube stimulated and thrust against the walls of my vagina, intensifying my pleasure. I

groaned, "Mmm... Oh..." Another robotic arm, used for cleaning pipes, apparently found the entrance to

another "pipe" and began rotating at my anus, seemingly trying to insert itself. I had never experienced

this kind of stimulation before. No way! Did they even need to clean that "pipe"? Then it suddenly invaded me.

I couldn't take it anymore and had an orgasm, a large amount of semen gushing from my vagina. The robotic arms clearly thought

this pipe had too much wastewater, and three more quickly extended into my vagina, trying to clean this dirty "pipe,"

even though one was already inside. They still forced their way in. After

that accident, my vagina had been stretched to accommodate something quite thick, but this time, inserting four

of these thick objects at once still caused waves of pain. The robotic arms, not wanting to be outdone,

pushed their way in to clean my "channels," eventually reaching my uterus and

starting their work diligently.

The four robotic arms inside my vagina were spinning rapidly, constantly pumping out the "sewage" from the channels

. The hairs on the tubes rubbed against the walls of my vagina, the sensation was

indescribable Their rotating, disc-shaped cleaning devices swept around the walls of my uterus,

while the arms thrust in and out, further stimulating my pleasure and causing me to secrete more fluids.

The robotic arms worked even harder to expel the "sewage," cleaning the overflowing channels... My

brother said this machine won't stop until it's completely clean. Am I going to be cleaned to death by it? Help!

The tiny robotic arms on my body were cleaning me while simultaneously absorbing the sweat I'd produced from pleasure and orgasm

. The cleaning arm in my anus continued to advance, I felt it penetrate at least a meter into my

body , continuously pumping cleanser—my breast milk—into my intestines, then drawing out

the waste—the feces I hadn't had time to expel this morning mixed with my breast milk—from the tubes,

as if to clean it up. It continued forward, clearing away even more waste deeper inside… Waaah, I don't want to be cleaned anymore, I'm

already clean, but I can't say it, and no one would hear me anyway. Now I just pray my brother

comes back soon. Suddenly, something in my mouth disrupted my thoughts. A thick liquid began to flow into my mouth,

the taste severely irritating my tongue. What is this stuff? It tastes like poop! I suddenly realized,

could this be the waste being cleaned out of my body by this machine? No way, is it using my mouth as a sewage outlet?

Not a drop of sweat was on the ground; it was spotless. It had absorbed all the filth. So, wasn't all of this

mixed with my breast milk, sweat, vaginal fluid, semen, and my feces? Oh my god... how could this machine be playing with me

like this ? More and more stuff was getting into my mouth, but the sewage pipe kept pumping it in,

forcing me to swallow mouthful after mouthful of this disgusting stuff.

I was held in mid-air in an "I" shape by this thing, my vagina stretched open even wider than

before . Four mechanical arms inside were working, making a "whooshing" metallic sound as they rubbed against each other, and

a "plop" sound as they thrust in and out, lubricated by my vaginal fluid and breast milk. The mechanical arm in my anus

was deeply inserted into my body, seemingly about to reach my stomach. The suction cups on my breasts were still working with

strong , ignoring the fact that I only produced about 500 ml of milk a day, but at least 2 liters of

milk were extracted, causing my nipples to be extremely painful. The machine kept running, as the power supply was plugged into the wall

and never stopped. After several orgasms, I even lost control of my bladder. A small mechanical arm quickly sucked away my urine. Fortunately, I

didn't have to worry about that, as there was a pipe cleaning mechanical arm to clean my urethra. My brother

later Unlike my vagina, they were all inside my body, otherwise my tiny urethra would definitely have

been torn open. In the throes of orgasm, I couldn't even groan. My mouth was filled with all sorts of fluids from my body—

now even urine,

a mixture of feces and partially digested and undigested matter from my small intestine. This machine seemed to be able to pulverize solids into powder, then mix them with the liquids

to this paste-like substance in my mouth. I had long since lost control; my throat was constantly open, letting the drainpipe continuously

flow into my mouth and directly into my stomach. Just then, a phone call came in. After a few rings, the answering machine started working:

"Hello~ This is Xiaozi's home. I'm not home, I'm out having fun. Leave a message if you need anything."

"Xiaozi, a few of my buddies and I went out for dinner and drinks today, so I won't be back. You yourself… uh,

what's wrong with me? She's out having fun, why is she calling?"

Beep beep beep…

"No! Brother, come back and save me!" A wave of despair washed over me, and I had a powerful orgasm

before passing out.

Night fell quickly. I had been being cleaned by this machine for twelve hours. With only a sliver of

consciousness left, I felt the pleasure and orgasms brought on by the machine's operation inside me. My lower abdomen was being

grotesquely shaped by the mechanical arms, and the thing in my anus seemed to have reached my stomach, but it hadn't gone any further. Perhaps it was

expelling what had been drained into my stomach through the sewage pipe, then passing through the machine and back into my

stomach through the sewage pipe, in a continuous cycle… I was completely exhausted, my remaining consciousness slowly fading away. Time ticked by, and

just as I was about to lose consciousness, the machine suddenly stopped. What was going on?

Was it going to put me down? Or was something about to happen again? The robotic arms began to retract, but still

held me in place. My arms folded backward and hung down, my elbows and wrists pulled together. Then

my legs were crossed and placed in front of my chest, placing me entirely into the hollow cylindrical

space inside the automated cleaning robot. All the other robotic arms retracted, leaving only the disgusting tube in my mouth and

the two suction cups on my breasts. The hemispherical cap on my head closed. Only then did I feel

something cylindrical in my vagina, and something connected to my anus. The space inside was very cramped. My hands

were pinned behind me and I couldn't move them, while my legs were

immobilized . I was completely fixed inside the machine, even my head was immobilized by the tube. Since

there was nothing to do, at least I could rest. I endured the disgusting thing in my mouth and drifted off

to sleep .

Author's Note: Some things the main characters could never possibly know, but I decided from the beginning to write this article in

the first person, so some parts can only be written as if the main characters seem to know

. Please forgive me, the same applies later.

After some time, it seemed my brother came back.

"It's so late... No. Go back, just sleep at my place."

"Hmm..."

It seemed there were several people, all quite drunk. Only my brother was somewhat sober; one of the others was somewhat conscious,

and the other was completely drunk. That didn't matter; I just hoped my brother could get me out of there quickly

.

Whoosh... It sounded like someone vomited. "I'll go find something to clean up..." my brother said,

walking towards me. Huh, she actually installed a garbage collection device and added cleaning fluid; it seems it works.

Under the influence of alcohol, my brother didn't consider how I could possibly have installed a garbage collection device, and besides, I

didn't install any garbage collection device, so why was the machine working normally? Switching the machine from debug mode to

working mode, it started operating. "Brother, let me out!" I wanted to scream, but my mouth and

stomach were filled with that "paste," so I couldn't make a sound. I didn't know the machine my brother designed

was soundproof, preventing the noise from disturbing people. So even if I yelled,

no could hear me. The machine reached the large puddle of vomit, extended a mechanical arm, and quickly

cleaned it up. Only then did I realize that the thing attached to my anus was pumping some viscous substance into my stomach

. Was it the same as what was in my mouth? So my body is just a garbage collection device?

No way… How could I be so miserable? I burst into tears. The cylindrical thing inside my vagina started

rotating. Although it wasn't very tight now because my vagina had been stretched open so much, the whole vagina

started vibrating, giving me a strong, strange pleasure. Thankfully, it stopped after it was cleaned up, otherwise I

would have definitely passed out from the orgasm. My brother took off his clothes, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep. I, however,

became part of this automatic cleaning

robot, serving as its garbage collector and cleaning agent provider, always on standby, ready to work whenever cleaning was needed.

That night, another friend of my brother's vomited all over the floor. The robot, using its

robotic arm soaked in my breast milk as a cleaning agent, cleaned the floor spotlessly, then ground up the vomit and other trash into a paste

and transported it to my anus—the "garbage collector"—so my body could hold

all sorts of disgusting things… My brother assumed I had gone out to play again. For the past week, he

'd been unsure if I was thinking anything of him. Thinking about this, I cried again. But the machine continued,

cleaning the house tirelessly every day. Now, my brother often just throws trash on the floor because I, the robot, will immediately

clean it up and then wipe it dry with my breast milk-soaked robotic arm. My brother had

some doubts about this, thinking it looked a little strange, but because the robot was so powerful, the floor was practically brand new after cleaning, so he didn't pay

much attention. One day, my neighbor's drainpipe got clogged, and they came to my brother for help. He simply

sent over this machine, the same robotic arm that had once cleaned me, to

pump out all the sludge and debris from the drain and fill my body with it. The contents of my stomach kept increasing,

and when they reached a certain point, something would push the filth inside

. For some reason, the tube in my mouth was blocked again, so my mouth and stomach were completely filled with

"mud"—it wasn't even pasty, it was incredibly filthy, containing everything imaginable. Then my small intestine was

filled section by section, and finally my large intestine. My body was completely filled with this "mud" from top to bottom. I had become so nauseous that I was

used to it. My body survived by absorbing the water and non-nutritive substances from the "mud,"

barely managing to stay upright and endure day after day.

On the fifth day, Wang Li called looking for me. My brother answered and was puzzled. If I hadn't been with

Wang Li where had I been these past few days? But considering how playful I am, he figured I'd probably found somewhere to go and have some fun again.

I didn't think much of it. By the sixth day, I felt completely filled;

there wasn't . Nothing could fit anymore. That's when my brother noticed something was wrong—not

me, of course, but the machine. "Strange, why can't it fit anymore? The indicator light didn't say it was full." After

several more , he finally decided to open it. Having been deprived of sunlight for so long, I suddenly saw it and saw my brother

staring in disbelief as he opened the lid, only to find his naked sister inside. He burst into tears,

finally freeing himself from that monstrous thing. However… the release wasn't so smooth. Because the machine pulverized

the garbage into powder, the pieces were tightly bound together. Combined with my breast milk which was then introduced into my body,

and the water absorbed, it became a solid, unbroken lump from top to bottom. To remove

that smelly, black lump in my mouth as quickly as possible, my brother had to use the automatic cleaning robot again, starting from my anus (

because I really didn't want to start from my mouth). It took a full 12 hours to clean my insides, during which

I experienced multiple orgasms…

My brother said the email I received that day was definitely a new type of virus that's currently circulating. It works on the same day, and after

midnight, it restores the infected to its original state and can self-delete, making it unnoticed

. That robot must have been infected to act so crazy towards me… As for the tube in my mouth

, it's a temporary drainpipe that shuts down when a garbage collection device is already in place. The rotating cylinder inside the machine

is a sonic pulverizer, designed to further pulverize the garbage and save space so the internal garbage collection

device can hold more. My brother's final advice was that I shouldn't accept emails from strangers anymore, and

that I should be more careful and leave immediately if anything seemed suspicious...

"Okay, okay," I replied absentmindedly. My brother is so annoying. But that thing won me

first prize , I'm so happy!

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