"S-so hot," Ice Man uttered, eyes fluttering as he slowly realized that the lid to his capsule had finally opened.

In front of him was a strange compartment that resembled a fridge, but nevermind that, he saw the bright blue sky from out the window above it.

"Dammit!" Ice Man furiously banged his fist against the side of his sleeping capsule; on either side of him were several others, all of which were empty. He flicked his eyes, showcasing the time in big letters across his point of view.

'12:33PM', it read. He hated starting the day when it was already halfway over. Plus, it wasn't a good look for his family, as he wanted to prove to them that he could be a 'capable, independent Robot Master,' having came back home for a 'visit.' So far, he'd been independent for about 49.54 hours, which he thought wasn't bad for a newcomer. In reality, he was incredibly homesick, but he would never admit that~

"Ohhh maannnnnn," he lumbered his little self out of the compartment, realizing his internal alarm had been deactivated due to overexertion of his energy, again. The cause?

His massive eyes went to look down, at his bare, chibi body...past his pink nipples, his pudgy tummy--and there it was, slipping past his underpants--his cock, as creamy pale as the rest of his body, its length so massively long that the rosy tip hung out of his draws. And it was STILL FLACCID.

To many others, it would seem he had lucked out on life, robot or not--his dick was beyond well-endowed, a living embodiment of being "a shower, not a grower", what with how his underwear was forcefully distended by his member, with his clothed tip riding past his knees. To those outside of his clique, Ice Man must be a god among many, a destroyer of any and all orifices in his wake...

And they'd be right, if his subconsciously-generated dreams were worth a shit. The newest showcase of his hyper masculinity was last night, when he was jacking off to porn til the crack of dawn, FINALLY finding something worthy of his load, his newest coomer-trigger discovered on page 582 of 'Xxxbotsxxx,' a highlight among the hundreds of tabs opened across tens of windows that were set to make the computer explode, but to hell with all that, he had a cock to pump!

He saw Splash Woman getting her pussy pounded hard by Bubble Man in a pool, her wet naked body glistening brightly, her tits flopped around as Bubble Man's chubby nuts were pummeling her vulva, in tune with his cock ramming hard inside her juicy hole~

"F-FUCK, I...I think I'm gonna CUM~!" she whined as her eyes rolled back, with Ice Man in unison as his own,
bright, blue eyes tethered towards the ceiling, his mouth agape and his tongue languidly laying out from its oral cavern, as the parka-hooded cutie was bracing himself towards the inevitable--"Aaaahhh, AAAAAHHHH..." he moaned in progressive volume, with the heightening ascent of something mighty and ivory tunneling through his penile tower, the feeling of his chubby hands tugging on his vanilla column steadily made his body seize harder and harder, until finally, a second of cognizance re-entered into his horny memory bank, triggered by the beautiful one-woman opera of the slutty Robot Master going--

"UUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNHH~!" her vagina exploded with excess squirt--

"S-sssSSOUND OFFFFFFfffmmmmphhh~!" Ice Man shouted with her, and soon after the resulting hypergeyser of a climax came throttling through his throbber, only to come crashing down, pleasurably covering him, and the computer, destroying it. Oops.

Ice Man was already giving a somber stare atthe cumstained desk, wherein once laid the desktop. "Fifth time in two weeks," he said sadly to himself. It couldn't be helped; with all that virility, came a lot of lust. He could be making snowmen one minute, then think of how Elec Man had quite an ass in that tight ass red spandex, the next. He could be cooling down overheated generators one moment, and then think of how wonderful it felt having Bomb Man's cock shooting ropes of cum straight into the back of his throat everytime he sucked him off.

And when there's a computer...what, he was gonna ignore that portal to erotic ecstasy? To ignore the sight of fat, plump, soft bot booty? To NOT admire even Oil Man's videos on MASTERED.com (he found his loads hitting the ceiling with those~)? Once his dick became aroused, that became the main priority; and by that point, sweating and sitting naked on that chair, in front of that beautiful, moaning, widescreen box that was effortlessly flashing tits, ass, pussy and cock in front of him, nothing else mattered. Not a day went by where he hadn't ejaculated at least once.

"What appears to be the problem, soldier?" Ice Man inquired to himself, voice suddenly put on a slight baritone.

Right after that, the Robot Master stood upright, saluting. To no one in particular. "I-I was just reflecting on recent events, sir." Ice Man's voice jumped back to its shy softness. His eyes blinked--

"That's quite fine, but soldiers do not wallow and wait. They act and move ahead!"

Ice Man nodded. "Y-you're right, sir!"

"Then onward to make the best out of your day! Your purpose is to spread goodwill amongst your kin!"

"Sir YES SIR!" the little bot enthusiastically saluted twice, and then marched over to a strange device which looked like a fridge, opening and closing the door. It hummed for a moment...then with a long hiss, the door  opened back up, frosty mist frothing from the machine, meandering along the floor...and out came Ice Man, geared up his usual outfit, his jacket and pants as blue as his eyes, his gloves and boots white as winter's snow, and his crotch--

Ice Man sighed, and blinked at what he saw between his legs, glaring adorably at it. He thought whoever did this was unforgivable, and he needed to know, right at this instant! He proceeded to exit the room.

Just then, in the hallway, was Cut Man, of similar-chibi build, who held a piece of construction paper in his hands, the giant, circular scissor-blades on his head seemingly snipping at the air in anticipation. Nearly as tall as Ice, the short-n-stubby red-and-white Robot Master leapt up twice his own height, tossing his blades into the paper, the scissors cutting shapes into the paper within seconds, before snapping back onto his head, just as he landed on his feet with a cute "squeak."

"Hi, little bro!" he greeted without even turning around; it was obvious it would be Ice Man approaching him, due to his member ka-PLOP-a-PLOP-a-PLOP'ing like flip-flops.

Cut Man took a gander at the cutout which landed in his hands for a good couple of seconds, before turning to face the parka-bot.

"Soldier," Ice nodded, his glare lightening up a bit. Maybe it was a bit extreme to assume Cut would do such a thing; he always admired his manners, and loved that Cut made him an exception in calling him 'Icy~,' just like the rest of his siblings~ But the parka-bot thought he himself couldn't be too careful...

"What's wrong? You look..." he trailed off, having just witnessed his "younger" brother's massive schlong, and then went "Oh sheet," and immediately brought out hands up to his, his shoulders bobbing from restrained mirth.

The parka-bot noticed the cutout dangling from Cut's hand--a hooded figure with an elongated, phallic shape protruding from its crotch.

"I don't take kindly to being mocked, sir!" Ice said.

Cut Man lowered his hands, staring at his crotch a second longer...only to bust out laughing.

"Your guard is lowered--so you DID do this...r-right?" Ice Man said, just a bit nervous about accusing the prank on Cut.

"Hehehe, I'm sorry, Icy. It's just very funny," the scissor-bot wiped a tear away. "Your peepee," he pointed to the phallic shape on the cutout resembling Ice Man. "It's just..." he placed his free hand over where his nonexistent nose was in a limply manner, and then motioned it like an elephant trunk, only to buckle over and laugh.

Ice Man had to give his own crotch a scornful stare again--although his suit usually had an accommodating cocksock the same color as his pants, that particular area had been given a bit of a makeover--

The sock was now cyan, and at the base of it the cute print of an elephant face, with tiny tusks on either side, cheerful eyes, blushy cheeks, and a pair of fluffy ears on either side of its "head."

"A...a-allow me to break the ice, little bro..."

Ice Man blinked back towards Cut, and gave him the most menacing look the world had ever seen! Too bad it was given with such an innocent, harmless babyface, with ginormous, blue puppyeyes. But Ice wasn't too worried about appearances; right now, he was deadset on waiting for what Cut had to say.

"...B-because....we gotta address the elephant in the ROOM, GEHEHEHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA...!" He started laughing so hard that he could barely breathe. When he stared to keel over from the overwhelming humor, Cut went "Tiiihheeheeiimmbbeeer," as he fell on his side. "...Aha, ahahahaaaaa...!"

Ice Man felt his eyes water, but fought the moisture back. "I thought you w-were a cut above the rest, fellow soldier B-B-Big Bro sir. Now answer my question," he went over to Cut, and lightly shook his shoulders.

His resolve started to wobble internally, for seeing his older brother looking so adorable laughing like that...but knowing that his penis was the subject of humor, his mood re-soured quickly. "Did you do this?" he pointed to his own dick, his tiny mouth wiggling in frustration.

Cut Man shook his head. "I only cut things, not alter 'em! And wait, wait," he held up a hand, requesting Ice to hold his response. "Not to cut you off, but is his favorite food nuts? GAHAHAHAHA!" Cut Man pounded his fists on the floor and kicked his chubby-stubby feet out in explosive mirth as he cried tears of joy, while Ice Man stood back up, ready to let loose tears of shame, himself.

"I...w-well," the parka-bot blinked the tears away. Then, he went "Nyammmgh!" as he stuck his tongue out, before stomping out of the hallway.

"That's right, soldier," he quietly told himself. "Onward. Onward, and never look back!"

He entered the family room, seeing at the couch a massive bomb being spun on someone's finger like a basketball, and next to it, an orange mohawk.

There, lying on the couch with a fingerspun bomb, was Bomb Man, casually flipping through channels on the giant TV across from him. Next to the TV was some sort of strange equipment, but Ice Man always found himself distracted by something else to ponder on that further... right now, he just wanted to speak to his other big brother~

Gingerly, Ice Man gripped the edge of the sofa from behind, standing on his tippy toes, with his bright, blue eyes peering over to see the occupied Robot Master.

"M-may I join you in the pursuit of enjoyable entertainment, sir?"

"Huh?" Bomb noticed. "Bombin', it's my boy Ice! Heard you comin', but the TV hollered louder!" he lowered the volume of the vocal monitor.

"Bomb Man sir, you look chipper, but rather reserved, today."

"I was out getting my Boom-Boom on, you already know!" he pet the parka-bot on the head.

"Maybe I do," Ice smirked, readjusting his hoodie.

"So, I heard a lot of cuttin' up over there," he gestured his mohawk-head towards the hallway behind them.

"Oh? That was...you can disregard that," he said with a frown.

"Awww, don't look so down. Sit n' chill with me, bro-bro. I hate it when you look a little long in the..." Bomb Man stopped as soon as he saw the crotch-bound elephant's "trunk...Dick. Uh, I mean, face," he hid his smirk away as he placed the bomb aside, only to be met soonafter a blue-eyed, accusatory glare.

"Don't tell me you're ready to commit mutiny and join that severing, slitting soldier."

"W-what gives you that idea?"

"You're snickering, and it has nothing to do with the TV."

"I'm just saying...what set the plane to crash...the bomb," he bounced the object in his hand, "Or the junk in...ehehe, in your trunk."

Ice Man suddenly jumped onto the couch, boots squeaking. "I do NOT carry unessentials, sir!"

"Bombs, easy with the rifle!" the mohawk-bot held the namesake up towards Ice's face. "You'll shoot your eye out!"

Ice Man squinted his eyes at the antagonizing Robot Master, then flopped back down on the seat, arms crossed, his floppy cock nearly hitting him in the face.

"See what I mean?"

"Affirmative." He gave Bomb a perturbed side-glance. "You're having a blast over there...?"

"Affirma-tismo, Ice. It was either that, or me bringing up how I'm freaked out from how a fuse is attached to t-two bombs,--two CHERRY bombs, eehehehahaha!"

Ice Man hunched his shoulders, obscuring his fuming face.

"Hey," Bomb nudged a shoulder against Ice, who pulled the fluffy hoodie over his eyes. "Hey...what do you call it when your boner and a toilet meet?"

"I don't know sir, a pool?" Ice asked, his voice much more venomous with annoyance. Then, Bomb brought his lips right next to his brother's head, and uttered the one, correct answer:

"Antarctica."

Bomb Man immediately threw himself back with explosive laughter, nearly dropping the bomb on his face as he held it to his chest, lying on the sofa as he chuckled annoyingly to his own joke.

"So you have committed mutiny," Ice mumbled to himself, getting up. "I figured as much," he began to leave.

"Wait, where are you goin'? I was gonna give you digits to a chick--"

Ice Man wondered why he even bothered to stop his pace; but a part of him wanted to see if Bomb Man meant well...well actually, he looked forward to the opposi--

"Ugh," Ice grunted, repressing the thought before it could manifest any further, standing by the couch as he heard Bomb Man say--

"76 degrees west and 41 degrees south--you go there, n' you'll find a whale who needs some Moby Dick! AHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!"

That comment made Ice Man sniffle, his mouth wobbling as he rushed out of the room, his vision distorting from the built-up tears--

Snf, snf, his nonexistent nose jumped to a peculiar smell--

"Oh no! Enemy fire at 10 o' clock!" Ice Man skated towards the kitchen--

"FYREEEEEEERRR, AHAHAHA! I DON'T NEED MAH TOASTERS TAH TOAST, I NEED MAH TOASTERS TAH BURNNN!!!"

Without hesitating, Ice Man took a deep breath, then hurled a massive, icy gust towards the flaming toaster, completely extinguishing the flames, imprisoning the melted mess of a device in a thick slab of ice.

"What in tarnati...why'ja do that fer?" Fire Man had his handless arms held up towards Ice. It never takes led to amaze Ice Man with how clearly he could hear Fire's belligerent voice travel past that grey patch over his mouth.

"Well uh, Fire Man...R-Robot Master's don't eat toast. We do not require the consumption of food."

"What gives you th'right tah judge what I--WHEWWWWWWW...BOOOOOYYY, you are as juvenile as they come, huh?"

"What was that, sir?" Then Ice Man quickly hid the elephant print. "Oh no..."

"'Oh no' is right, 'cause muh PTSD's kickin' in." Fire Man aimed a fire blaster at Ice Man's endowment, taking a step back. "G-get that thing away from me! I HATED roastin' nuts for an elephant that one time, and I don't like your chilly chiller-stuff, especially that POPSICLE! Heard that bazooka can cause avalanches!"

"Enough grilling--little brother sir, m-my penis cannot s-shoot ice." He took a step forward, his eyes a mixture of frustration and pity from Fire's words.

"Stop WALKIN'!" Fire insisted. "Why d'you hafta be so indecent?!"

"But sir, it's clothed!"

"Blegh, what way to extinguish my appetite '...a-are you CHUBBIN'?"

"Huh?!" the parka-bot tried to ignore looking down at the culprit that exposed his true feelings. "Soldier, m...m-mind your tongue!"

"Are you gettin' off to mah FEAR...or muh comments 'bout that ABOMINABLE monster you keep havin' to waddle tween yer legs?"

"Uhh...u-uummm," Ice Man couldn't bear to look, eyes squeezed shut, his face blazing with a deep blush.

"Where are ya plannin' tah put that thing in, anyway? I hope it's NOT me! I'm not ready to let off some steam from the incinerator, no sir! Stick in some ice so it'll SHRINK, already--"

"B-BE QUIET, SIR!" again, Ice Man leaves, humiliated. "...And I did try that."

"Did it work?" Fire hollered from within the kitchen.

"What do YOU think, soldier?"

...

"Humph," Ice Man pouted, sitting outside on the front steps, head sunken in between both palms. "My superior and two fellow soldiers all had to carry out such debilitating verbal operations on me...teasing my outfit! Errrrgggh...s-stupid, elephant!" he subtly made the 'elephant's' trunk wobble around. "And you as well, obstructive organ!"

"You're too young to be wielding such power."

"At ease, Guts Man," Ice said defeatedly, not making eye contact as he slumped his head back onto his palms. "Let it all out, sir. 'Ice Man's not a man, your endowment will be you undoing,' yadaa, yadaa, yadaa..."

"You forgot 'gross,' too," that gruff voice of Guts added.

Ice Man gulped.

The hard-hat-helmeted Robot Master continued. "Man, you're a misassembly of the highest order, just look at you! You could have been built like me--" Guts flexed his stubby biceps-- "practical," he flexed again-- "pragmatic," he did it again-- "productive", he did it once more, before relaxing his robo-muscles. "But instead you're built like a freakshow."

"I'm not a freakshow..."

"Says who? The freak who keeps showing off how many of his older brother's stolen undies he can tear with no hands?"

Ice gulped."B-but mines can barely fit, sir..."

"Your wingspan when it involves just your erection is so long that it's fucking dis-GUST-ing! At least my wingspan is useful, constructive for society. People need shelter, warmth, and those things. With these hands, these arms, I help pave the way for individuals and families to enjoy the qualities of life from the worthwhile hard labor. But what do you do?" he glared at Ice. "You come crash at our place and stay in the house all day like a wimp, pumping that weight and looking at Robot Broads, while filling up our hard drive with your degenerate FILTH."

"N-no...not now...," Ice Man began to place a hand on his penis, already feeling the arousal beginning to brew.

"It's so CRINGEY, too...nobody wants to hear you yell at the top of your lungs 'SOUND OFF' in between all the unGODly noises you make stroking that thing.

It's a shame, too...the rare times you DON'T think of lust, and I hear your voice, I think of that pleasant little bot who will grow up into a true, strong Robot Master, like me...and then I turn around, and I remember why I look down at you in shame."

"P-please, Guts, sir," Ice said softly. "Oh God, G-Guts, HHHMMMPPPPPPPNNNNNGGGGHHH~" he felt his cock continuing to grow and GRIIIIIND against his (Guts' stolen pair) undies and the elephant trunk.

Guts scrunched his fast in disgust. "You're hard, now? Are you trying to compete with me?"

"N-not at all, sir!"

Guts Man stood in front of him, then pulled his own undies down, and out came something--someTHINGS--flopping and bouncing.

"See this?" the bigger bot towered over Ice Man. "This is how a man's dick is supposed to look. Girthy, thick, massive, all of which in reasonable size. I go in your brothers, and they come out smiling."

"But what about me, Big Brother Sir? Am I a good fuck? I mean...do you enjoy relieving yourself inside me?" Ice smiled a bit, reminiscing the times Guts pounded him deep inside his...well, Robo-guts.

"I do, whenever I don't have to hold your gross dick out of the way, which is all the time. I have to keep a firm grip on it too, and I do mean FIRM."

"Y-yes, I know...you grip so tight..."

Guts jerked back suddenly--

"Oh, I'm so sorry, sir!"

"Hrmph," Guts stuffed his manhood back into his undies, staring disdainfully at the massive dick that was nearing its full length, its tip having luvtapped his balls, just seconds ago. "Be careful where you swing that thing, BOY," he emphasized, startling Ice.

"S-sorry..."

Finally, the hardhat had his undies back on properly. He shook his head. "Shame that I will never frot with you."

"Never?"

"It will never work out. I hate seeing it lift at this very moment...ugly cock."

"HooOOoough, 'ugly cock?'...That's so mean," Ice Man wiped a tear away, trembling as his fingers soon stood on his own, erect bulge.

"Your jumpy trunk seemed to like it. What, is the big, bad, cute, little ELF-BOI gonna throw a temper-tantrum after his superior told him the truth?"

"Easy with the comments there, ogre~" Elec Man approached them, giving Guts a quick peck on the cheek.

Elec Man jumped upon the sight of that absurdly-long dong throbbing so closely at him. "Always a shocking revelation...never would I ever imagine that a cutie like you would require such a ridiculously-,huge hard drive."

The tip of the cocksock began to darken...wet with Ice's oozing discharge. Man, both the massive top and cute bottom were both here to berate him! The little parka-bot wasn't sure if he could take much more of this...

"See what I mean?" Guts told Elec. "Would you want that inside you? Seriously, how would you even fit that into your schedule?"

"Well...it would be the shock of the hour, all things considered. But hmmmm, nope! Even for a size queen like me, THAT right there," he pointed at Ice's meat, "Is simply too much. And if that thing comes any closer, I WILL be the highlight of your day, got it?" he raised a warning finger, with sparks spiraling around it.

"Don't do that..." Ice Man softly let out.

"I'm having second thoughts, with you currently in our way, n' all. Can't you see that us NORMAL Masters are in the mood for some privacy?" he rubbed Guts' chest affectionately.

"Don't be a mountain--you know I enjoy making quick work outta 'em. Even if it means wrestling that ungodly 'super arm' of yours to get it done," the big bot threatened.

SQUIRT--

"Ahh!" Elec Man squealed, jumping out of the way.

Riiip, riiiiip....

Ice Man got up and stood to the side, eyes wet with tears as he stared at the ground...with his big, massive, erection standing long and hard in front of him.

Plip, plip...

Dark dots suddenly spotted on the elephant trunk as Ice Man's vision soon disfigured into wet blobs.

He heard the two walk up the steps, with Elec Man complaining about how he 'just got done polishing his boots to perfection', as he stepped inside first. Then, he heard Guts' big footsteps stop for a moment.

"And if you do that again to Elec--"

SMMMMMMMMMCCCHH~ The bolt-bot pounded his lips onto Guts' massive underbite, one foot popping outward daintily as he held the sides of the construction bot's face. After that display of affection, Elec held Guts' hand, trying to lead the giant lug inside. "C'mon, big boy~!"

Guts grunted as he followed his flirtatious younger brother. And then someone poked their head out in curiosity--

"What in the wurld's goin' on out herrreeeAAAAAGGGGHHH, it's BIGGER! IT'S BIGGER!" Fire Man quickly went back inside, slamming the door shut.

The poor, little bot sunk his face into his chubby palms, shaking his head as more tears rode through his fingers, raining onto the bulge below.

"Get a-ahold of yourself, soldier!" Ice Man said in his adorable 'serious' voice, which was already struggling underneath the weight of his emotions.

Then, he slowly raised his head, and in a pitiful-pathetic manner, brought a shaky hand onto his forehead in a salute. He sniffled and whimpered for a moment, before saying, "Sir Mister Sir...b-but how can I? It's just...I....why...why am I so hard...w-when I HATE IT?!" he screamed aloud with his hands in front of him, as if he was bargaining the skies above to give him back an answer.

"I hate having a big, stupid, giant battering ram! I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!" he frustratingly shook the cock in his hands, the threads that attached the elephant patch to the rest of his outfit already showing way to wear as he flung away some sizable globs of precum. His body seized up for a moment, legs shaking as the forceful wobbling of his penis brought a rush of stimuli through its massive length.

"Well done soldier, using rage to induce sensual joy....hmmph, I guess," his voice returned to its usual, cutesy tone on that last part, albeit much more sour.

Ice Man tried to fight back the tears, but the comments recently stored in his memory were subconsciously played back in his head...comments of how 'it'll never fit'...

...about having an 'elephant trunk'....

...how it's only suitable for 'Moby pussy'....

...how scary it looks...

...how he's unfit for a breeder...

...how everyone acted so hostile to him, all because of his manhood--
 
Riiiiiip...

"Hooooooooooohhhhhh, gosh, it's too tiiiiIIIIIIGHT~!" Ice Man quickly unzipped his pants, eyes closed, finally letting it free, feeling it spew out a couple, globby spurts of semen, hearing them GLORP out of his phallus so loud and nasty, it almost sounded as though his glans OINKED piggishly as it spewed the syrupy substance.

He couldn't help but be turned on by his own virility...he simply couldn't help himself...Ice hated how good his cock felt in this very moment...

Finally, he opened his eyes, and to his shock--"Oh my god, Roll!" He very quickly fumbled with his dick, shoving it back inside his suit's cocksock.

"Man, look at 'im, Roll," a perturbed Oil Man told Roll. "Y'see that? Like GYATT-DAYUUUMMMMMM! I got a big black dick, but am I ever happy as hell not to have a such a nastyass white monster! Scratch that--a nastyass elephant trunk! What would happen if you mess with that? Would you get charged for Robo-beastiality?"

Unable to hear anymore arousing insults, Ice Man fled from the house, skating away as he wailed, with his cock wobbling behind him like a tail.

"COMMANDER SIIIIRRRRHIIIRRHIIIIRRRRR...they all h-hate me because of my HAYOOG dick! They don't like me..." soon, the crying eased up. Ice Man's eyes suddenly lit up, and a small smile emerged on his lips, soonafter. "Wait a sec...I know just who to talk to..."

...

A constant, drowning sound of tick-tocking meandered throughout the entire clock factory, and as erratic as it may seem to many, only one Robot Master found it all to be perfectly in sync.

"Time Man! I was just--"

"--Thinking about me?" Time finished Ice's sentence for him, as he skidded to a stop, cock slapping his knees. The bellheaded bot took towards the surrounding clocks. "Huh, time IS the essence...pause--you were thinking about me?" Time Man looked at him in interest.

"Uh-huh!" Ice Man smiled, then quickly stuffed his genitals back into that elephant trunk. "I could always count on you, soldier. Even if you don't show me courtesy, I know you appreciate that I ensure responsibility of arriving exactly once your downtime starts to maintain optimal, occupied time, sir!" he saluted.

Time Man turned his head away from Ice, smirking. Then, he cleared his throat and crossed his arms, returning his gaze back onto his fellow Master. "What have you come here, for?"

Ice Man's steely composure immediately eased off. "W-well...everybody's b-been mean to me...and I was wondering if we could...bond together? I'll let you top me, as always, sir~"

Time Man suddenly had his back turned, arms crossed. "...You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Mm-hmm," Ice nodded. "When it comes to rhythm, you truly are the best, and I'll make sure to be finished before 1:15PM, sir--WHA~?"

The parka-bot jumped back--between his legs was now something big and black--it was his cock!

"What is this? Who put that there?" He panicked, afraid to bring a curious forefinger towards the long, black bar covering his phallus.

"What are you talking about?" Time simply inquired, although from what Ice saw, he clearly expressed concern.

"T-there's this bar over my...over my...y-y'know..." he blushed hard.

Time blinked slowly, having to glimpse his brother's crotch. "I don't see this 'bar', I'm afraid. Maybe an error in your optics?"

"G-get it off!" Ice Man patted at his crotch, much like a kitten. It was strange; he could feel the cock, but the censor bar still remained...wait, his cock was still out!

Ice Man hurriedly turned around and stuffed his censored meat back into his cock, watching the black bar slink back into his pants, a bit joyful to not see a rectangular shape awkwardly bulging out. "S-sorry, sir! There's just a-a lot on my mind, and a lot going on!"

"...Tell you what," Time Man started. Ice turned around, seeing Time taking out a bell, tossing it to Ice.

"I think your systems are under a lot of stress, right now. Go home, take a rest."

"How long, Time?" Ice pleaded. "I know you know what duration is best for me!"

"Naturally," the clock-bot smirked. "When you return home, rest for three hours so your systems can undergo a deep diagnostic check."

"Three hours, got it!" Ice Man nodded, then chuckled, giving a thumbs up. "I could always count on you in a flash, Time Man, sir!" Icy winked, then his eyes shot wide open--

Smooch~

Suddenly, Time Man appeared right beside him, kissing him on the cheek. Ice Man's face relaxed into sensual sheepishness, grinning luvingly.

"Once your self-diagnostics are complete, contact me at exactly 5 hours, and 15 minutes, post morning, okay?"

Ice Man nodded, then saluted. "Yes sir!"

"Good. Godspeed," Time Man nodded back.

Ice Man skated away, content with how friendly Time Man was.

...

"DEEP DISK CHECK COMPLETE. ACTIVATING DLN-005.

OPTICS...ONLINE [!]
DECBILS...ONLINE
MEMORY...ONLINE

ERRORS [!]...1 ERROR DETECTED.

FOREIGN APPARATUS ATTACHED."

"Foreign apparatus?" he reiterated what his internals informed him aloud, rubbing his massive puppyeyes. He got up from the stone pavement of the rooftop, stretching his robo-limbs for a bit before beginning to search for the foreign object.

"If I were one of my brothers," he scratched his forehead, eyes in thought, "where would I..."

Scratch, scratch, scratch...

...Poke--!

"Oh. Ohhhhhhhhh..." he blushed. He felt something attached to his head, easily burned by how easy it was for him to get duped. He pulled it off, which caused his vision to blip for a split-second, before his systems told him 'OPTICS FULLY FUNCTIONAL,' and as soon as the message disappeared, he pulled down his pants, and was in complete relief to see his wonderful, white cock flopping against his own face~! 

He was so overjoyed at seeing his much-despised sex organ, that he got aroused~ Pushing that feeling to the background for a bit, Ice Man was moreso focused on the tiny device wedged between his forefinger and thumb, analyzing it.

"A magnet..."

His pov zoomed in towards the object, turning to the side to scan the letters. "NSFW...Filter." He sighed. "I hope you didn't do this, Time Man, sir..." he squeezed the tiny device between his fingers, destroying it.

"Wait--"

He blinked his eyes--'5:14:59 PM' ran across his eyes...then '5:15:50 PM'--

Ice pulled out the bell, and

Ringringring...

It went. Ice Man paused...then shook the bell again. Nothing, except for his evening wood was distractingly seesawing in the air.

"Yeah, yeah," he spoke to it, glaring with hot cheeks. "You like how my 'ally' duped me, disrespecting me like the rest of them, don't you?" his eyes narrowed, readying the bell to toss at his own penis...until he has second thoughts about the pain, and tossed the stupid thing over his shoulder.

Ice Man slumped against the railing of the rooftop, leaning his head against a monitor (which Bomb Man begged to have built atop the house, a while back), his sadness juxtaposed by an enthusiastic, half-erect phallus bobbing outward.

It seemed Icy could not catch a break; everyone made him out to be a pariah, when he was simply just trying to bond with his siblings, his FAMILY. It had been a while; being away for 2 days is a LOT for the little parka bot.

And whenever they were given the opportunity to spend time with him, they antagonized him, terrorized him with demeaning comments, embarrassed him, made him feel so ashamed.

Suddenly, the screen he sat nearby turned on. And on it was none other than the blue bomber himself--

"Mega~" Ice Man cooed happily to himself. How could he forget such a cutie like him~?

Except here he looked quite serious. Was it an emergency? Did Mega need help? Ice Man would swiftly take the chance; he really loved and admired him so much. He understood Mega did what he had to do by defeating Ice Man back when he was momentarily  reprogrammed for ill intent. He respected the well-known noble Robot Master for taking action, no matter what.

"I gonna do--ahem," Mega cleared his throat. "I'm gonna do what I should have done a long time ago."

"And what's that, sir?" Ice inquired, whether or not Mega could hear him.

And then that blue battle bot uttered words he never heard him say before:

"To tell you that you...are a disgrace."

Ice Man blinked, bewildered by those words; was this transmission sent here by accident? All sorts of pondering algorithms boggled the tiny bot's metal mind, with him sitting on the fact that Mega being condescending was not really something he would consider "in-character."

"Don't get the wrong idea about Wily being behind this, because it's not. I've gone on for far too long without addressing this--I am done coddling with a freak who obviously should be put in his place. Yeah that's right; I'm talking about YOU, popsicle-prick."

"...Popsicle-prick?"

"Need I say more? Maybe with you, I do--could you please stop prancing that thing around like a badge of honor? Everyone here including me is afraid if that monster is even capable of charged shots. I wouldn't even attempt to gain your ability. What am I gonna do with a slab of salami and horse nuts, play jump rope and jiggle 'em like I'm Clown Man? Face it Ice Man, you are a problem, and you're giving Robot Masters a bad name with your stupidly-huge dick. None of us wants it because we know what it'll be like if it penetrates us, let alone POKES us...it'll be like those...man, like those spikes.

Anyway, why don't you do us all a favor and excommunicate yourself to gooner-igloo exile. Your presence as a whole is BEYOND nauseating."

But Ice Man had already begun sliding down the shingles of the rooftop as a whimpering dreck once Mega considered him to leave.

Unbeknownst to him, someone had come out of the house just to see who caused the ruckus on the rooftop, the perpetrator himself crying his little robo-heart out.

Back inside, the six Robot Masters were all huddled up near the strange contraption next to the massive television, which said "VR TRANSMISSION OVER," with another Robot Master's head housed in said VR-transmission equipment. Having heard someone clamoring from the rooftop, the rest of the boys were having a blast with the results...or they would have...

"...if Cut Man didn't insist on signalling the video! Still was a blast to listen to, though."

Before Bomb could whine about how the hardhat stole his line, Cut said "Sorry Mister Guts Man, I-I thought I had it!"

"Wait, what?" the VR-housed Robot Master asked--it was Proto Man, who took his head out of the VR compartment, running a gloved, red hand across his jet-black hair, before picking up his helmet.

The room was awfully silent. He turned around, eyes unreadable due to his sunglasses that, as far as everyone knew, he had yet to remove. He fixed his trademark red helmet back onto his head, and asked, "You mean to tell me you guys didn't capture the footage of me?" he asked, his composure seemingly cool, but everybody knew the Robot was riling up with anger. AHEM--"Do you know how hard it is to mimic my lil' bro?" he asked mockingly, in a damn-near flawless impression of Mega Man's voice.

They all stood there, looking foolish.

Proto's voice reverted back to his own. "Guys, not helping your case, here. I only did this because you said Ice Man gets a kick out of this sorta thing. Weird, but...what family isn't?"

They were all silent.

"Well?"

Elec spoke up first. "About that--"

"So it was a lie, then."

Then Bomb said, "Well we didn't say..."

"Uh-huh, that it was for petty reasons. Perfect; guess who's not coming back for this year's reunion," Proto Man pointed a thumb back at himself, whistling a note as he began to glow white-hot, and then teleported out of the house in a beam of red light.

Seconds after he left...

"...You, Mister?"

Everyone gave Cut Man annoyed looks.

Elec Man rolled his eyes with a theatrical sigh. "I'm sick and tired of Proto-boy saying that everytime he gets the TEENSIEST bit angry. Like he'll ever miss an orgy..."

"Uhhh...anybody left a window open or some'in?" Fire Man asked.

"Quiet--sounds like a lit fuse," Bomb had a hand perched on the side of his head, his head turned toward the front door.

KKKRRWWWSSSHHH--

The front door was completely encased in ice, then snapped from its brittle hinges, tipping over, to finally shattering to pieces.

There, standing at the entrance, breathing hard, was Ice Man. His bright blue eyes were wet with tears, yet they held such raw, fiery frustration in them, his mouth wriggling with a mixture of sadness and anger as his hands were clenched at either side of him, as if he were ready to pounce them all.

They all just looked at him, wide-eyed.

"I have been thoroughly humiliated for the last time," Ice Man slowly stomped forward, cock loudly flopping against his legs...

"Awwwwwwwwwwwww, do you really think we hate you, Icy~?" Elec Man asked, his hand flamboyantly placed onto his own chest.

"Sir, your redundant questioning is... REDUNDANT."

"Icy, why are you so ma--"

"QUIET, BOMB MAN SIR!"

Cut motioned for Bomb to move aside, standing in front of everyone.

Ice's eyes squinted. "Don't play hero."

"I'm not. And you're talking to the serious Cut Man now, alright?

Little bro...Mr. Ice Man...regardless of what you think, we love you. Remember that cutout?" Cut Man reached from behind, and pulled it out, extending the distance of his hands to reveal silhouettes of everyone, with Ice Man's profile having his signature wang dangling. "I was gonna stick this up on the hallway."

"I already planned a blast of a party for your return, tonight," Bomb added.

"And I scheduled it," Guts said.

"I was cookin' the meals," Fire mentioned with a shrug.

"And I'm going to make this place become the greatest dance club you'll ever see!" Elec theatrically arced his hand over his head.

Ice Man didn't quite know what to feel. They were relentless to him, just treating him as the runt of the bunch, nothing more than the expense of someone's punchline. But then they were planning a little 'return party' for him?

"It's no prank, Icy," Cut Man gave him a hopeful smile. Ice Man was extremely close to upturning his frown, but then he thought that would be embarrassing after the dramatic entrance he made (although he got some satisfaction from intimidating them as retaliation)...before he could remain a second longer with befuddling emotions, Cut Man had placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You will always be our brother, no matter what," the scissor-bot gave him an assuring smile. "Sure, maybe we go too far with the jokes, but even Robot Masters make mistakes. But yeah, as your brothers, well...it's our duty to pick on each other, which is why we do it to you."

Ice chose to remain angry. "Oh HEE-HO, aren't I the merriest elf?!" his sudden outburst made Cut's hand retreat.

"The hardest of them, too," the scissor-bot smirked. He watched as Ice Man lowered his hands, the frost dissipating from them, while his glowering glare remained. "I gotta admit, it's very hot seeing your huge penis cutting up in there~" he eyed his little brother's cocksock with rosy cheeks.

Ice Man lowered his hands, not saying anything, letting the tears welling up in his eyes speak for him.

"Yeah, only a WIMP would get happy about someone saying his cock is 'useless'..." the hard-hat bot commented.

Elec Man 'hmph'd as he crossed his arms. "Or 'unattractive'..."

Ice Man stood there crying...but his guard remained down...and his cock began stiffening.

"What do you call Ice Man when he's crying and jacking off in the back room?" Bomb asked.

"I got it, Mr. Bomb Man!" Cut raised his hand. "The Tearjerker."

Everybody started laughing, holding their sides and shaking their heads.

"S-stooooop..." Ice's voice barely broke through the intimidating mirth.

"C-CHILL OUT, g-guys," Fire spoke up. "I'm getting kinda scared again...," he noticed Ice's ever growing erection. "I don't like it when that arctic eel there starts jumpin' n' growin'..."

"HNNFFF..." Ice moaned.

"EEEWWWWW, it gets more revolting the more I see it erect!" Elec spurted out.

"Look at that," Guts Man approached Ice Man, then poked it with his big forefinger. "Trying to ignore our comments? ...You don't have the guts."

With a flamboyant flick of the finger, Elec Man said "Zap~" BZZT~!

"A-aaaah~!" Ice Man clutched near the base of his massive boner. It stung...but its threshold was just meager enough for Ice to be pleasured by such sudden abuse~

"Are you okay, Big Stuff~?" Elec feigned concern, subtly squeezing Guts' massive Robo-bicep. "I was afraid you were gonna get a power surge, touching that hideous growth."

"Bombs! I was thinking he was gonna have a blast with us in a different way," Bomb Man said, standing on the other side of Guts. "He'd probably make us catch some sorta Robo-cold, and we just wouldn't know it yet, acting like a lit fuze...then slowly but surely, aaa, aaa...ACHOO--BOOM--you're as hard as...oh wait! Oh NO!!!" Bomb put on an act of phony shock, looking down at his bulging erect.

"It..IT GOT ME, TOO! ...Cannot, break free, cannot...SEVER from the influence!" Cut Man suddenly stiffened, his arms out in front, hands hanging limply. "Ugggggh, bzzt, must get hard, for big, pathetic Mister Ice cock. Bzzt, Mister Ice cock is cut above the rest, its ugliness is the best," Cut Man said in his cute, fake 'mind-control' voice.

Suddenly, Ice Man's shadow seemed to move...then, it was revealed to be an oil puddle. And instantly, Oil Man materialized from the ebony ooze--

"How does it feel FAILING to show off, Snow White? Don'chu you know that too much of a good thing could be a BAD THANG? You already know what I got, but what you got is a WWC--a Worthless White Column. Ain't even there to breed, it's just there to show us all how you truly feel--that you LOVE bein' DUNKED on~! Ain't dat right, CHRONIC MASTER'd-BATOR~?" he winked.

"N-no...but I...j-just...," Ice's knees shook as they buckled, his hand unable to wrangle the beast that was swelling in its comfy trunksock, the plump tip that was glans beginning to brew semen as he felt the gooey weight starting to deep into the cloth again. "Commander, h-help me....get a grip already, soldier! B-but--"

Suddenly, clock hands swirled around in front of him, much to the surprise of everyone else. They cycled faster and faster, until they suddenly blipped away--the bellheaded-bot appeared right in front of him.

"T-T-Ti...T-Time Man," Ice stammered. "Y-you wouldn't belittle me now, w-would you, soldier?"

"Not at all," the time traveler shook his head. Then he popped over to Ice Man's crotch, kneeling as he shook something--"Now who loves their peanuts?" he brandished a bag of peanuts, crouching in front of the silly elephant cocksock. He took one out, and tapped against the parka bot's throbbing tip. "Time to eaaaat~"

"Time MaaaAaaAAANN~ S-sirs PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEEEAAASSEE," Ice Man begged, gripping his stiffening cock, feeling it being the hardest it ever been.

"Hope you liked that little present I gave you, courtesy of Magnet Man~" Time Man chuckled.

"YOU caused t-the censoring..."

"Well, you DO like big black clocks."

"'Cocks,'" Oil corrected.

"Pun intended," Time shrugged.

Ice Man was occupied huffing hard, unable to keep his growing erection at bay.

RrrrrrRrrRRRIIIIIP~....

"HHOOOOOHHHHHFFFFFFF, i-it...it keeps RIPPIIIIIING~...!" the poor bot whined.

"We can fix that for you! Hey Mister Bros," everyone looked at Cut. "This is the part..."

"Oh God, no...."

"Where we rear our heads back..." they began to smile...

"SIIIHHIIIIRRRHHIIIRRRHHIIIIRRRRRSSS, PWEASE!" he strained to say through his tiny, pouty, tight lips.

"And LAUGH!"

"AAAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" They all pointed and laughed heartily at Ice Man's boner, who's owner's eyes were squeezed shut, tears after the corners, his small mouth frowning, entire body shuddering...

"Hrrrnnnggghhhhhhhhjhh~!"

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPP--!

THROB, THROB, THROB, THROB, THROBBBBBB~

They all collectively gasped and hooted in response--

Hot, gummy pre-discharge drizzled onto the floor, leaving a giant puddle of steamy dickjuice.

Ice Man hissed, feeling the last of the edgegasmic twitches stunning him...then he opened his eyes, witnessing the troublesome lot of them smiling at him, deviously-endearingly. And then they all collectively went "Awwwwwwwwwwwwww~" as they were enamored by the sight of the teary-eyed Ice Man, his massive penis still throbbing hard, except now, it, alongside his balls, were free from his suit, the elephant trunk having been obliterated from the constant throbbing and inevitable erection, including the undies beneath which failed just as hard to contain the treacherous, throbbing penile-pillar.

Ice Man trembled, his eyes closed, cheeks red-hot, fists clenched with contempt, and then with a bellowing cry--

"I HATE YOU! FffffFFFFUCK ALL OF YOU...S-SIRS! ...NMMYYGH~!" he stuck his tongue out unkindly.

Frosty tears were now pouring out of his glossy eyes. And even in that moment of pure, loud, rage, he still could barely pass as intimidating to his Robo-kinfolk; his cuteness aggressively outweighs everything else, and even he was aware of that...and he fucking hated it. Nothing could make him hide what he truly felt~

Right after the outburst, the poor parka-bot turned heel and skated away, and he didn't look back as he heard one of them shout out how "he'll be back", followed up by "he just had to split", with that retort leading into a roar of laughter, the humiliating static of "haha"s gradually fading away behind him the farther he skated and wept.

...

It had been a couple hours later, with the sun already making its escape into the purple horizon. All was quiet, out in the wintery landscape, save for the occasional windy breeze sauntering by.

Somewhere sitting amongst the snow, was a lone igloo. And from it, were the grumpy sounds of pouting and whining.

"I have contempt for you, you loathsome weapon of mass destruction," Ice Man glared at his flaccid, bare penis.

The Robot Master was the lone hermit of the igloo, already seated along the edge of his bed, which was peculiarly dipping in towards the center, in spite of Ice Man's rather light weight. There was a small fire as the lone source of light in his igloo, several feet across from him.

Looking into those flames reminded him of his paranoid, pyre-wired brother...and it was already making him hard, again. He really did enjoy watching him squirm in fear of his penis~ The parka-bot could feel its weight beginning to balance across a widening span as his dick grew, the more he recounted the latest events stored into his memory--how the seven of them were dogpiling disparaging comments about him and his stupid boner, and worst of all, made him tear both his suit AND his underwear apart!

And there it was, again--that massive erection, longer than his own height, tauntingly throbbing at him. He gave it an angry stare a moment longer, then leaned it towards himself and planted his small, puffy lips on the surface, which sent shivers down his mechanical spine. He hated his cock~

"I don't care if they love me...they also love to HUMILIATE me! And you loved watching me get embarrassed so much you RUINED my suit! You know what, I RELIEVE myself of this suit!" he tore off the rest of his outfit, the chill hitting his torso--which was wet with sweat--so breathtakingly soothing against his moist robo-flesh that it instantly made his nipples hard~ He gave his dick another kiss, this time twice as long as the last. God, did he hate his cock~

"The mission's over, and YOU caused it AND my retreat! Now, I will give you what you want," he removed his gloves and boots, tossing them aside, leaving only his hoodie remaining on his head, "And I'm gonna do it ANGRILY. That's the spirit, soldier! Make this ballistic weapon SOUND OFF!"

Ice Man gripped his cock with his bare hands, and the instant his bare hands touched his bare cock, he reared his head back from the sheer shock of the contact, and quickly regained his bearings, hissing out loud breaths as his face adopted the most devilish, fiendish face someone of his aggressively-adorable stature could muster. "Yes sir, Commander sir~" he said mischievously~

He began pumping his meat, feeling the flesh near his pink gland roll back and forth on the bulbous end, and good LORD did that felt good--

His eyes traced along the ceiling of the igloo as he let out soft croaks, his toes spreading as his legs opened, the anger in his brow abandon for horny, needy desperation, a massive globoid of pre parted ways with that rosy tip of his meat as it BUHWULPT'd onto the icy floor, joined by several more drops as Ice Man got into the rhythm, rowing his upper body back and forth, his hands gently raking across the length of his meat as he began to somewhat managed his composure through the tumultuous storm of lust mercilessly tunneling through his tiny body.

Again, he glowered at his cock. "What band of soldiers commit a verbal massacre on their hard-working, fellow Man? H-how dare they manage to p-penetrate my weak spot and take hold of my...of m-my soft robo heart~!" He was getting increasingly distracted by the sensation of his shaft-flesh hitting the "bump" of his head everytime he leaned forward to give his meat another push before yet another tug~

Ice noticed his body glazed in beady, synthetic sweat--it felt good, getting a workout from laboring over this cumbersome appendage. His tip assaulted him with horny stimuli as he felt its weight steepen and lighten every other time precum built up inside only to either drip out or spit out.

The little bot leaned forward, letting his face rub back and forth on his pole as he stroked his hyperdick much in the manner of a rowing machine--his steamy breath brushed along his thick meat, making his beefy nuts quiver and his spine tingle. Yes, this was it--he needed this so badly; God, was relieving himself was the most beautiful thing he could ever experience.

He puckered his cute, little lips, petting them along the girth of his thick member~

"Mmmmmmmch~"

Mmmmch~

Smmmch~

Smhhmck~

Smmmckh~

'Yes....hard cock...stiff dick...solid penis~'

"This is what you want, soldier," he breathed on his manhood. "I...I do~?

Of course, exploring yourself for a sound mind, forgetting the day's troubles~...

Hmph, I CAN'T forget today's troubles," he frustratingly told himself, sitting back up again, now pumping himself more aggressively.

"I hated the elephant jokes, I don't want Moby pussy, my dick is not ugly, my dick is better than BBC, and I already HAVE NUTS~!"

THROB, THROBBBB, THROBBBBBBB~

"Ooouuuughhhh," Ice placed his feet on his balls, rubbing them softly, eyes closed as he released a long, frosty breath.

"Ready yourself, soldier. The ammo's almost fully stocked and ready to go. You know what to do when it's full~...

Yes sir, I-I'm fully knowledgeable of that...God, sir...you're right, I needed this~...

Think about what made you angry...let it fuel you~...

Haaaahhh, haaahhh...

Make those insults drive you to pump harder...become consumed by your anger~...

I'm so fucking mad, sir~...

That's good, soldier~....," Ice Man got up and stood on the bed, his weighty balls causing the mattress to dip and the bed to cccrreeeaaaaakkkkk....

"Aim...

And f...ffirrryyeerrrRRRRRRRGGGGGNNNNGGGHHH~!"

SPLOOOORRTSSPPLLUUURTTSPPLLUUUUTTTSPPLOOOORRPPLOOORRPKKLLOORRPPBBLLOOUURRTTBBLLOOUURRPPKKLLOOUUUUURRTTTTTT~!

It felt like his internals were borderline close to a system crash everytime it happened--finally, his hyper cumcannon violently EXPLODED with fresh-hot, steaming spurts of virile nut, the disgusting goonglue jettisoning out of his meat constantly like a wild hose, spraying the inside of his igloo with sticky Mastermilk, turning the icyblue surfaces of his tiny home into a slimy ivory, the penile-phlegm having murdered the fire as his cock continued to erupt, overwhelming him to the point where he laid back in submission, letting it jump up and down between his legs like a savage beast, not to mention his balls having been CLENCHING and DROPPING in-tune to every spunkspurt, the mighty boulders excitingly expunged of much of their pent-up sperm, which had already became a shallow flood in his igloo, all while the massive cumfall had rained down upon his body, thoroughly bukkake'ing him in his very own icing by the time his gooner genitals finally had enough of their aroused rage alleviated from their well-being.

Ice had laid still for a moment; it felt weird. Was it over? Could he finally rest, now? There would be no more awkward boners and pent-up cum making him act weird today, yes? He blinked his eyes, enhancing his blurry vision back into its sharp, crisp state.

"Goddammit," he pounded the sticky bed. Even after that, after all that masturbating, after all that cumbusting, there it was, his cock, solidstiff as ever, remaining tall and powerful.

Ice Man really hated his cock.

He heard something sloshing--he turned his head. Nothing; he assumed it was whatever cum he shotgunned onto the walls were just dripping onto the gooey pool, below. But then he heard it again, and this time--

"...Where's my good boy~?"

He knew exactly who that was. He rose up, eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief. It couldn't be...

There she was, her shoes splashing through the slime, hands folded, green eyes worried yet ever-so-bright, her dress fiery red, her hair bold and blonde--

"Big Sis ma'am?" Ice asked.

Roll nodded. "I looked all over for you."

"You came all the way to see me...and for what, to bully me? That's all this soldier seems to be good for," he turned his head, crossing his arms, dick awkwardly fully erect.

"Icy...now you know I'm not like that." She sat down next to him, kicking off her cum-drenched dress shoes. Then, she gave him a consoling hug, rubbing his shoulder. "Boys will be boys, roasting n' all...but me? I just want to warm your heart," she pecked him on the cheek. "I don't care if your penis is absurdly huge. Big or small, you're still my cute little brother~," she gently squeezed him in a sentimental embrace, making Ice's eyes widen, cheeks hot.

He sighed, shaking his head. "You're right, how foolish of me to accuse you. How could I ever forget you've always warmed this soldier's heart~?"

Roll chuckled. "Y'know...I got wet when I happened to see you and Oil Man. Sure, I love his big dick, but even I want something even bigger~" she made no hesitation to grip Ice Man's cock, which made him go "Aaannh~!"

Roll squeezed his schlong softly. "What were you thinking, wasting all this cum inside this igloo? Don't you want it stuffed in something~? Something tighter~? Something, or someone, that begs for it~?" she rubbed his meat. "That could handle it~?"

Ice gulped. "Y-you can....h-handle...ME~?"

She giggled, "Housebots are built to please their men, after all~"

The jovial girl boy suddenly splashed into the puddle below, supporting her weight on her hands as she leaned forward, nuzzling her face into Ice Man's balls, and went "Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh~", licking his chubby cummy-cauldrons, before going "Mmmmmmmpphh," cupping them and giving each ball a loooong kiss~

All Ice Man could do was tremble in heat, moaning loudly, horny as hell, with his dick already dribbling with precum~

"I'm dripping wet again, Icy~"

"M-me, too~..."

Roll got up, and lightly chuckled, grabbing the rim of her dress, and whisked it off with a "Wup~!", letting it splash into the hypercum.

Ice Man couldn't help but be bug-eyed again--there she was, completely nude--Roll stood there daintily, arms behind her back as she subtly moved her hips a bit side-to-side, watching her little brother observe her from top to bottom, from her cheerful eyes, to her infectious smile, down to her pettanko tits and bright pink nipples, to her tiny tummy, and finally to her thighs~...and man....

"Those are...y-you have some...some THICC thighs, Big Sis Roll, ma'am~"

"Awww, thank you~! I am always a bit conscious about them."

"Y-you don't have to, ma'am...," he continued staring at her thighs, both out nervousness of looking at her face from complimenting her, and because they were legitimately plump, chunky, and attractive~ "I l-like them--I LOVE t-them...they're...they're p-p-perfect~" he closed his eyes, face so goddamn red, feeling so ashamed--

"Icyyyyyyy~!" Roll glomped him with a hug, nuzzling cheeks together before assaulting his cheek with a flurry of smooches~

"You just made my day, didja know that~?"

The blushing Ice Man finally built some courage to look her in the face and say, "It's my pleasure, ma'am~"

"Anyway, since I know how you boys are," Roll undid her hairbow, and her long hair dropped around her face and on her shoulders all at once, her appearance still so stunning as ever to the parka-bot~

Flicking the green cloth aside, Roll leapt back onto his creaky bed, laying her head against the pillow, with her legs bent in butterfly position, her feet spread just enough to reveal her womanhood, ready for his male gaze to feast on.

"What are you waiting for, cutie~? Let's put that big dick of yours to work~"

"Big Sis Roll, uh...I...well this..."

Roll sat up, hugging him from behind, rubbing his cheek. "Spit it out~..."

"T-this is my...this is my f...first time, h-having sex...ma'am," his shoulder's hunched up, eyes squeezed tight, his face nearly-wholly encased in a deep, embarrassing shade of red.

"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww~! My widdle Icy-wicy's a virgin~? Hehehehe, that's okay~" she nuzzled her face into his head. "You had to learn, someday..."

"HhssssSSSS~!" Ice Man twitched--he felt Roll trailing circles along his sensitive nipples, which tingled from her soft touch~

"...and I'll gladly help you every step of the way~ How does that sound, Commander~?"

Ice Man's hunched back became erect, and he saluted. "That sounds like an offer no man on the field could ever turn down, madame Roll!"

Roll chuckled. "You're so silly!"

"I-I am?" his confidence waned again from embarrassment, turning to face his sister, who had already settled back on his bed, again.

Hesitantly, he crawled over to her, making sure to angle his hyper cock away from her face.

"Don't you worry, Icy~ You won't hurt me."

"H-how would you know that?"

"Just trust me~" she winked.

Ice Man gulped. Everything about this seemed to happen so fast--"So....um...p-permission to infiltrate, ma'am?"

"'Course! Access granted, always~"

"Right," he nodded.

Then, while holding his cock, he got up on his feet, one hand out for balance, nearly falling over.

"You alright, Icy?"

He nodded, one hand perched against the wall. "Just trying to adjust for my first time...somewhat difficult with my endowment~"

As he balanced himself again, Ice angled his member towards her private area, and as he took a second longer to see what he was about to literally get into, boy did his eyes widen--

"S-so..."

"Puffy, yes?" she beamed as she tucked her hands between her legs, rubbing the sides of her thumbs against the juicy, fat, full vulva that tempted her brother the more he stared at those gorgeous pussybuns, with her rosy clitoris peeking from the top of her womanhood, subtly throbbing in feverish enthusiasm~...soon, as if the surprises couldn't stop coming--much to Ice's joy--she spread those buns open, revealing that pink labia, the lips themselves opening up to reveal her juicy cunnyhole, the orifice already sticky with pussyjuice~

Ice Man was raging hard, again--this was the first time he saw his sister's pussy, and that in and of itself had already caused his hypermember to drop a nasty, chunky drop of his precum onto her crotch, making her "Oooough~" in shuddering rapture. She ran her fingers across her sticky crotch, and licked her hand clean with a sexy, half-lidded grin~

"S-so hot~..." held his dick in both of his hands, his dick happily humping the air~

God, Ice Man was still shocked to have this unfolding in front of him. Sure, he had heard her in bed, whenever an older brother like Cut Man, or that handsome ebony devil-in-bed Oil Man were pounding her (which he couldn't help but jack off to right outside her room), but it was nowhere NEAR the level of serotonin-surged excitement that was coursing through him right now. He got to actually fuck something other than his hands, for once? AND it was going to FIT~? Most certainly was this going to be a memory he'd prioritize to store and back up and replay excessively, every chance he'd get.

Roll bit her lip. "I need you inside me, Icy~ D-don't worry about me...use me like a fleshlight. I wanna see the 'Man' be brought out of you~"
She spread her legs wide, holding her thighs as her womanhood throbbed for attention.

"Yes, ma'am! Hold still, now~" He reared his hips back, feet rocked onto his heels, seconds before he went forth, causing his tip to come in contact with Roll's vulva~

"Mmmmmmmmmmppphh~" they mutually moaned, their soft, squishy genitals coming in contact, causing their eyes to roll in synchronized stimulation~

Roll huffed. "P-put it in," she said with a twinge of desperation. "ALL the way~"

And with a silent, trembling, blushy-cheeked nod, Ice Man obliged--

"HHHrrrrrrnnnnnnNNNNMMMPPPHH~!"

SSLLSLSLLSSLSSSSSSSSKKKLLSSSSHHHKKKCCHHHLLOOOOORRTTCHHPRPL'TRLDPT~!

His meaty pole steadily effortlessly slid into his sister's pussy, rushing through the entrance, past the lips, and directly into her cunthole~! Both of them were struck with hyper-horniness, with Roll having already "OOOOOOOOOoooooohhhhhhhfffffffmmmmph~"ing enjoyably, but for first-timer Ice Man, his tongue had flopped out, his system overwhelmed with tons of new, important stimulatory data ripe for subsequent reassessments as he felt his hot member lodged inside that hot cavern, his dickhead, which itself was busily making out with Roll's puffy cervix, was pulsating with a thick glob of precum~ As the intial stimusplosion wore off a bit, the incestuous parka-bot soon came to, aware that he was looking down at Roll's pussy with his length already partially inside, how it was too late to turn back, now...not like he wanted to, though!

But what he wanted, was to feel MORE of this current feeling--the sensation of everything soft and squishy enveloping the girth of his dong, hugging it, embracing it, dripping on it, squelching on it...it was better than he had ever imagined~! Already, this was MILES, KILOMETERS, LIGHTYEARS better than fucking porn!

"G-guuuuud booooooiiii~!" she stammered, smiling through all the horny her pussy was throbbing with~ "I already k-know you're gonna g-give me...the BEST fuck of my l-life~" her eyes rolled~

"I-I will~?"

"I already KNOW~ Now F-FILL me up, MAKE me y-your property~!"

Ice Man trembled with anxious anticipation~--"Yes ma'am~!"

With a tiny rocking-back of his heels, the Robot Master quickly rammed his cock even DEEPER into Roll's whorehole, and this time, the Robot Master's meat punched through his sister's inner-entryway and had uppercutted itself into the middle of Roll's torso~! The blondie's eyes shot up wide in response, nearly system-crashing as her body was stunned with its newfound insertion, and just in that same moment, the parka-bot moaned hard, eyes immediately closing as he came to terms with feeling his wonderful, weighty, white, wankable wang jabbed deep into her juicy pussy, feeling her juices oozing profusely all over his length as his goonlube rode itself out of his member and into hers, the clear, syrupy fluids bonding in a seamless embrace, much like the siblings who were finally united as one~

As Ice Man felt all that sexjuice priming that vaginal stage into a lubed, slippery sleeve, he felt stricken with hunger, the need to invade, invited-or-not, into that cunt, that pussy, that WOMB, the ultimate place to abandon all thought and to simply fuck, pound, ream, ram, slam and smash~!

PLAP PLOP PLIP PLUP PLAP PLAP PLOP PLUP PLOP PLIP PLAP PLOP PLAP PLAP PLUP PLOP PLIP PLAP PLUP PLOP PLUP PLAP PLAP~!

"HooOOooOOohhh, FUCK YES, YEEEEEAAAASSSSSSS~!" Roll squealed in sensual ecstasy, her scuttling eyes observing Ice Man's naughty eyes stare down at her whenever she wasn't split-secondingly blacked out by the painful pleasure of her pussy being pounded, in between every pelvicpunch he pummeled into her juicy crotch, which caused her to stare towards the ceiling, only for her cocked tummy jumping immediately into view, her stomach's verticality forcefully extended by way of her little brother's anything-but-little wonderful white cock, feeling his dickhead simply crashing through the opening of her womb, crowding the squishy conduit with ounces of precum, hearing him grunting, his breaths angrily fuming out of his mouth in spurts of steam as he gave Roll his manhood, his massive, throbbing luv~

"Oh my God, yes YEESSSSSHHHH~! POUND DERT PUSSHYGH, POUND MERH SCHRLUTTY PUSSHYGH, ICSSCHYYYY~!" Roll spoke through walls of immovable teeth, grimacing as she fought her eyes incessant urge to constantly-absentmindedly soar upwards just to see the heart of the action as her insides were rearranged, her hands quickly slipping off her wet thighs and onto her feet, just out of the instinctual NEED to grip something more reliable to interlock and hold onto as serotonin was relentlessly SCRLOTCHED into her again and again and again and again, her fingers wedged between her toes, and the blonde strands of her frill messily glued onto her forehead as she hissed and moaned--

"G-GIMME THAT DICK, LIL BRO~! THIS P-PUSSY ISSSSSNNNGGGGGHHHHHHH YOURS~! P-POUND...H-HAR...POUND HAAAAAARRRRDDDDERRRRGGH~!"

"Y-YES M...M-MMMMMMPPHHH...YES...mmmmmmMMMMMA'AM! AAAAAAAAUUGGGGHHHHH, YOU FEEL SO GOOD! CAN'T S-STOP THRUSTING...I-INTO...y-y-YOU~!"

"S-SSHHOOO GGUUUDGH~! YER SHO GUDDGH AHT FUGGIN' M-MMEEEEEEAA-AAAANNNHHHHHHGGHH~!" Roll suddenly wrapped her legs behind her head, her own hands gripping the sides of her overloaded dome as if she were losing her mind--and of course, she most definitely WAS, right now~--her rolled-back blue irises were invariably threatening to disappear up towards her skull, only to land back down onto Icy, addicted to the hot sight of her OWN brother doing this do her, her OWN brother making her feel this way, her OWN brother finally finding happiness with his massive cock, his massive cock actively loosening her insides totally thrashing her womb more than any other cock could possibly do to her, the feeling of his cock's throbbing jumping in her womb and the constant shockwaves of its throbs' quakes shaking against her robo-sternum, as if the phallus was just oh-so enthusiastic about finally showing her what it could do, finally able to let loose all that rigid frustration and angrily showcase the sheer, primal power of masculinity it holds, it was driving her INSANE~! The ravaging intensity of it all made her unable to scream, only letting out cute little croaks juggling out of her throat as her mouth froze agape~

The hypercocker noticed the alluring sight of his sister practically drowning in utter euphoric ecstasy, which only made him alarmed and aroused at the same time, bewildered and enlightened by the very obvious and ultimate fact that HE was the one,  the culprit, the perpetrator who was making his big sister LOOK that way...all from feeling him, RECIVING him, TAKING him, his TITANOUS TESTICLES POUNDING against her thick thighs, his ENORMOUS ERECTION rocketing through her cunny and pocketed into her tummy--

"NNRRGGHH, FEEL IT, I FEEL IT, FUCKIN' FEEL IT...I...I'M...GONNA...G-GONNA..." Roll exclaimed, voice strained from screaming and the overwhelming lust wrought about and within her, "I THINK I'M GONN--HHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! HHAAAAAAANNHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAHH~!"

The girlbot screamed at the highest decibel, her emotional data banks rife with hypersized amounts of bliss as her face froze in a state of somber-esque wailing (yet her wailing, mind and body was anything but~), crying out loudly in obvious hyper-ratpure as Ice Man was met facefirst with a gigantic splash of steaming-hot pussyjuice, the cunnysauce stunning him upon first contact as he idled there, eyes closed, taking the burnt of Roll's sudden liquidy assault, feeling it plaster her his face, hit his chest, soak his nips, run down his tummy, rush along his thighs and rain upon the base of his cock and his massive nuts, HOLY FUCK, did it feel so good to have such a warm, steaming liquid shower him so HARD~!

And just as his eyes closed and he felt the discharge showering him, Ice Man instantly opened his mouth and hung his tongue out, letting the fluid splash onto and past his lips, his tastebuds relishing in the beautiful nectar, its saltysweet citrusy taste, the taste of salty oranges causing him to open-mouthedly gulp the enticing snatchjuice and let it drain itself down his throat just as more and more kept on entering, making him shiver in delight, shaken by how he was finally doing this, finally fucking some pussy, and getting it to ejaculate this much this fast, happily spoiling himself to fruity juice of his lusty labor as Roll super-soaked him~

All of this happened for nearly a minute before the penetrated bot's vajayjay finally calmed down, her pussy still throbbing hard as her eyes remained closed, the two of them panting, but especially Roll, trying to recover from the intense cunnycatharsis which had ravaged every fibre of her being...and she was happy to submit herself to the wonderful, liquidy, messy combustion~

"Hoohh my...oh my God, ehehe," she weakly smirked. "N-no one has made me cum t-that early...goddamn~" she licked her sweaty lips, "I knew you'd never let me down, Icy~ So fucking good for a first-timer~"

"Gosh, Big Sis Ma'am...t-thank you~ I heard you scream loud, but never THAT loud," his comment made Roll giggle. "A-and...your d-discharge," Ice Man subconsciously licked his lips, slurping the salty residue off of them, "it t-tasted like...like oranges. S-salty, pissy oranges~..." he blushed hard, smiling lustdrunkedly at her.

"That meant you liked it, right?"

"...I enjoyed it immensely, Big Sis~ I-I...I..I w--"

"Want more, huh~?"

Ice Man nodded--"WHOA~!" he exclaimed--

Roll had raised her feet up and then used her arms for support to LEAP herself forth, STILL PENETRATED by Ice's cock, the sudden action causing him to fall back, lying down as her stared up at his wiggling meat, with Roll wriggling in tune, her thick-thighed body raining sweat and juice down on him as the wobbling eased, giving way for Icy to clearly see his older sister giving him such an impish, bedroom-eyed smug-stare at him~

His dickhead gummed up her insides with another giant glob of precum as he fell Roll's deep snatch CLENCHING onto his dickhead, her chubby feet spread outward in an aerial split, her toes spread and trembling hard, much like her entire body was with such shocking, talented efforts, her strained face darkening with a deep red, making her naughty face look even more devilish~ Goddamn, did he never knew his Big Sister could be so fucking hot~

"Well," she tried to speak deviously through her tense voice and shuttered teeth, "you're going to have to work for it if you want more of my nectar~"

...Then, Roll relaxed her inner-pussy muscles and slipped down Icy's pole, with him watching in yet-again bug-eyed astonishment as his sister quickly descended and PLAAAOOOPP'd onto the base of his dong with a loud, sharp "UUUUUYGGHHNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaahh~!" his plugged-up dick leaning towards him as he felt Roll's pussy pretty much quaking on him, his chest pounded by his own meat as its tummytucked self throbbed hard from the sudden drop Roll made on him, the vague outline of his dickhead in her blending even further into the ever-growing orb of precum lodged in her as his dickhead spat several more splurts of the edgejuice, much like how Roll's vagina had drenched his crotch with another splashy squirtsplosion upon impact, to which Icy happily lapped up off his sister's COCKBULGE as the droplets rushed off along the length of his phallus, only to drip off the underbelly of the precum-bulge that weighed within her~

As the last of the juice droplets splashed onto his face, the parka-bot gave Roll a smug grin right back~ "You act like a rookie~" he chided.

The blondie grunted as she got into squatting position, her body trembling with overwhelming stimuli as her brow furrowed, her hands soon finding their way over to either side of Ice Man as she locked eye contact with him, grinning.

"Wanna bet~?" she retorted. "Y-you won't last that l-long, Icy~ Y-your first pussy is gonna make you explode~" she ended her sentence by licking her lips~ Ice Man chuckled, up for the challenge~

Roll took action, bouncing her herself up on Ice Man, making him groan loud as he felt his cock streeeecthing out her womb, the two of them twitching hard as her labia gave way to loud, wet PPSHLT, PPHHSKT, PHLLT, SSKLPT, PHHSSLT's onto his crotch, with the housebot finally gaining her rhythm, hips sensually gyrating up and down and having her ride his meat in a seemingly-endless-and-perpetually-pleasurable climb-collapse of pussy-on-penis, the whole act itself now seemed to be done automatically, as if her own body went on autopilot as her robo-cognizance took a backseat, her eyes ascending up again as her tongue dozily limped out--

SQQUHSSHSWWUICKSQQJEELCHSSQQRRSHSSQUCCKSQQUEELCGSQQQWWEETLTCHSQQURRSH~!

Her pussy noisily communicated, her cheeks met with the light plaps dealt by those massive nuts that weighed heavy on the center of the bed, the cumchurners occasionally jerking in their scrotal home as Icy grunted, aroused by the mild-punishment Roll's ass gave on his balls, his body awashed in the concocted, steamy slime of sweat and squirt as his brow furrowed adorably, eyes squeezed shut as he cried out "Ohhoohooohooo FUCK, B-Big Sis!", feeling her take control, Roll now sitting upright, arms crossed behind her head, flashing her bare pits and steamy flatchest as her body teemed with luvly perspiration, the slut now aggressively STOMPING her cunt onto him, his dick wriggling wildly in her wombroom as let out a strained "HHHAAAAAAAGHHH~," her lustdrunk parameters overtaking her logic~

"Yourh cock ish FUCKEENG PERHFECT~!" she shouted through shut teeth, "BESHHT COCK, BESSHHT FUGGIN' COCK I EVERGH HAAHD~!" 

Roll banged herself HARD upon him at this point, her communication having now devolved into "GGGYYRRNNGG, GGGYYRRRNNNHG, GGYYRRHNNNYNNGGGH~!" in tune with her rough squatting, her thighs muggy with perspiration, her brother's tummy completely covered in her wet pussy juice as he moaned lovingly with her~

The sound of Roll's hyperstrained groans caused the inevitable orgasm within Ice Man's cock to jump at alarming rate through the length of his penile conduit, causing him to twitch like crazy as he felt those familiar, embracing, spinetingling neargasmic sensations RIOT through himself--"Ma'am, I FEEL CLOSE--"

"TAKE ME, ICE MAN! THIS PUSSY IS YOOOOUUUURS~!"

Ice Man clutched Roll's thighs and proceeded to give her thus far the biggest fuck of her life--

THWPTHWAPTHWAPPTHWOPTHWAAPPTHWUPTHWAPPTHWAAOPPTHWAPPTHWAAOOPPTHWAAOPPTHWAPTTHWWOOPTTHWUPTHWAPTHWAAAPTHWUPTHWAPTWHWWAAPPTTHWUUPPTTHWWAAPPTTHWWAAAPPPTHWWOPPTTHWWAAPPWTTHWUUPTTHWWAAUPT~!

"AAAHHAAAAaaaAAAAaaaAAAANNHHHH, HHHOOOUUGHH FUUHUHHUUUHHUUUUUHHUUUUCCCCKKKKK~!" Roll ejaculated again, the stream of naughty nectar leaping right into Icy's need mouth as he continued to fuck her so hard that his boulders swung like wrecking balls, bashing themselves into her tiny ass with explosive applause and making her tiny dumptruck jiggle before schlamming themselves back into the mattress, only to rinse-and-repeat in raw, ravaging, and reckless abandon, the testicles' thunderous THWAP-THWAP-THWAP'ing noisily competing with the bed's rioutous EEEHHHHYYYYYYTTT-EERRRTTYYYYYYYHHNNT-EERRRYYHHNNNNNNTTTGH'ing as it whined harshly under the raw, sheer strength of the incestuous luvmaking, his own sweaty ass and his heels having already lifted off the bed as he gave her extra manpower inside her whorehole, Roll forcefully stuck in bowlegged fashion as her creamy, caucasian moon was fully-eclipsed by Ice Man's his hands as they clutched with feverish fervor, the Robot Master's mind, body and cock all in tune, all in pace, following the simple-yet-effective mantra essientially demanded through his gargantuan goonergentials--

BREED

POUND

FUCK

THRUST

SLAM

SMASH

PLEASE

PLEASURE~!

Oh FUCK--the RUSH within his manhood had become VERY CLOSE--"I-it s TIME, s-soldier!" Ice Man's serious voice uttered, his load practically chugging itself JUST BENEATH his urethra, his body nervewrackingly SHAKING, along with his ultratwitchy, ballsdeeped broad of a sister!

He nodded, "A-aye-aye, sir! HhhnnnnnNNNNFFFFFFFFF, S-SOUNDING....S-S....OH FUCK, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!"

SSSNKKLUURRPSSKLLUURRTTSSKKLLOOURRSSSKKKLLLWWWUUUUURRPPTTSSKLLURRTSKLTSKLUSKLUTSKLRTSSKKLLOOOOUUUUUUUWWWWOOOUUURRPPTTSWWWUURRPOTTSWWKLLOUURTSSKKLLOOOOOOOOORRROOOOOOOUUUOPOTTT--SSQQUUUUUUUUUUUICCKSSQQUUUUEEEEEEEEELLLCCCCCCCCHHHKA-SSPLOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUURRRRRRRRRLLLSSSSHHHHHHPPLLLOOOOUUUUUURRRRRWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRRSSHHHH'rlrpbrlryqrtl~!

Roll's tummy was VIOLENTY filled with gallons of hyper cum, her dickbulge soon overtaken by the embiggening volume of ivory virility, all happening within a few, fleeting seconds, just before the seeded slut's skankhole decided it couldn't hold anymore, with the goop combustioning out of her pussy and flying absolutely EVERYWHERE, splattering the insides of Icy's igloo in his own goonslop in one noisy spunksplosion~!

Soon enough, the wild, tall, throbbing genital's constant cumspewing had finally waned down, with Roll's belly blushing blazing red and loudly GGGUURRRRGGGHHGGGGGHGGGUUULLL'ing with an EXCESSIVE amount of Robot Master cum, weighing down upon the cute bot who had ejaculated into her~

"OooooOooooOOOoooouugghhh~," she cooed absentmindedly, face as red as her tummy, coated with sweat, tear-streaks dripping down from her eyes and off her tiny chin as her memory restabilized, her blue eyes brought out of its goonfueled stupor as she dropped her arms onto the bed for balance, realizing just how goddamn massive the newfound weight was in her womb~

"Holy...moly, Icy~," she breathed between labored breaths. "Think you just gave Oil Man a run for his money~ I don't think I'll ever go back to dicks smaller than yours, ever again~" she gingerly wobbled her gut, her freshly-outie'd bellybutton wedged within the wiggling weight~ Already it was making her pussy salivate as she stared in admiration of her womb properly overfed, her tummy making her look so much like a whore, so opposite the usual of image of her being a cooking-and-cleaning housebot...for a moment, she even considered getting a "WHITED" tattoo across her fat gut...maybe even a thick ring pierced onto her bellybutton, with another tattoo running underneath reading "Only For Icy~"

"Icyyyy~...Icy?"

She noticed how her brother was awfully silent.

After a second, she decided to liiiiiift herself up with a loud "NNNNNNYYYYYYGGGHHH~!", feeling the cock that was stashed inside her having gotten smaller and much more flaccid, giving way for it to exit out of her a just a bit easier...soon, the tip SQUULOORTCH'd out, instantly followed by a loud

SSQQKKKWWPHBHBHLGLHBBUUBHBHBBUBUBUBBUHBHBRRL'hrlrthrltl~!

gargling out of her cunt, the massive tubful of sperm running out of that greedy, overfilled orifice, the mess splattering itself all over her brother's balls, with her blushing bellyorb audibly gurgling as the giant, medicine-ball-volume of sperm inside her shrinking down a couple notches.

Finally, she pressed down on her stomach just enough to see Ice Man lying sprawled on the bed motionless, his face frozen mid-goonergasm~ In the centers of his giant irises were glowing, orange pupils.

This made Roll chuckle. "Awwwwww, I put him into standby mode~"

CCCRREEAAAKKK-CRACK--

"Whoa--!"

KER-SSPLLOOOOOSSH~!

Roll felt herself tumbling down, and before she knew it, she laid in the shallow flood of spunk, with Ice Man laying protectively over her.

"Are you alright, ma'am?" he asked, the two of them now lying in a completely cumsoaked mattress, after the bed can finally succumbed to the weight and abuse of their hyper luvmaking~

"Oh, hehehe, most certainly, Icy, sir!" she playfully saluted.

"S-sorry about the bed..."

"No worries," she smirked, rubbing his soft, tiny chin~

He held her caressing hand. "So...u-um...were you satisfied?"

"Beyond satisfied~," she brought him close for a kiss, sinking her lips onto his, which left him stunned for a second before him returning the intimacy right back~

After a bit of lipsucking, they broke away, staring into each other's eyes.

"Ready to spend the night back home, Icy? The gang's got a party in store for you."

"Oh? When should we be back?"

"Approximately forty minutes--"

"Oh no! I was so selfish that I've wasted time--"

"Hey hey hey, relax, little bro. They know we'll be back home, soon."

He exhaled, calming himself. "I suppose you're right, ma'am."

Roll picked up her dress which floated along in the cum, wringing out the fluid. Ice was in shock with how quickly she was able to get the majority of his seed squeezed out of the dress within a few, efficient wrings. Man, was she was such a strong bot...and no one would tell just by looking at her...he adored her strength~ 

"We'll just say we got a little wet behind the ears," she winked.

Ice Man chuckled back. Then suddenly, he poked a finger onto her chest, mouth agape with sudden realization--

"You!" he said to the confused housebot. "You sewn the elephant!"

Roll blinked. "Huh? Oh, of course I did! I saw how you looked uncomfortable with the previous cocksock, that's why I restitched it. Plus, I remembered that you liked elephants," she smiled.

"W-well, not THAT much," he turned away, blushing. "All I wanted was to pet it, that's it...."

Roll pinched his cheek with an endearing "Awwwwwwww~," before standing up, snapping out her dress in the air.

"If you want me to sew you a new suit just the way you liked it before, I will~," she told him, then she scrunched up the dress in her hands, eyes poised with guilt as she lowered her head. "I do feel bad that I was responsible for causing a lot of trouble for you."

Suddenly, she was pulled in by Ice, chests touching, lips locked, except this time, there was no hesitation with Ice's kisses...this time, he took the initiative, and he took full control of the opportunity, and she let him dominate her, feeling his hands gently squeeze up and down her tiny, chibi back as his lips smacked onto hers, before noisily PLOP'ing off of hers, smiling softly at her. "Apology accepted~"

She smiled back, blushing. Then, Ice let her go, watching as she put back on her dress.

"C'mon," Roll finished replacing a strap on her shoulder, "let's go find your parka."

Ice Man chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "About that~..." Roll could already tell the fate of his suit. She looked at him up-and-down, smirking. Ice Man sent her a sensual smirk, right back. "I oughta show some tough skin, because of you~"

"Happy to encourage you, sweetie~"

The parka-bot saw her shoes floating along, and picked them up, shaking them upside-down to get the cum out. "Let's get ready to roll, ma'am."