Data-Bird Break
DATA-Bird Break
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*Clap!* “This stupid turkey needs to go!” Sam barked, slamming his hand against the white board, with the picture of a well dressed and thick looking bird woman plastered onto it, together with a bunch of other pics with different angles, and some with the bird together with some middle-aged fella. Beside each one was a handful of scribbles and texts, giving the sense that they’ve been keeping tabs on these individuals for a while now.
“Uhm… Why tho?... Sorry I forgot again” Hank inquired with a raised hand. The rest of his cohorts groaned in anguish at his lack of attention.
“Because, Hank, this bitch is a state of the art android. But not only that, she’s also Stanford’s own walking talking safe…” Sam explained, tapping between the pic of stanford and his bird together, and half the manuscript for said bird. “Storing all of his credit and vital business intel inside her fat ass, she rarely leaves his side, and for good reason, as anyone tech savvy enough could just hack her and steal all that he has, or in our case, destroy everything he has, in the blink of an eye…” Sam explained for the third time. Finishing his sentence with a dramatic snap of his fingers.
“But why don’t we just steal some of it instead of torching the whole thing?” George then asks afterwards. Taking a swig of his beer.
“*Groan* If we did that, then he would be able to track the transaction down to us, and then we would be screwed six times sideways.” Sam answered sternly.
“Okay… So, how are we gonna deal with her? Like you said, he almost never leaves her out of his sight. So we can’t just waltz up to them and toast her with a strong tazer, can we?” Joe asked.
“Hah! There’s the thing. Tomorrow, the fat-cat will be attending a high meeting with other CEOs and shareholders, and in this meeting, no androids from either party are allowed to be on the premises!” He explained with an excited tone. “So while he’s off stroking egos, we’ll sneak into his mansion, and BREAK his plastic bitch!”
“Uuuh… and HOW are we gonna sneak in per say?” Hank inquired with a questioning look. “I don’t think they’ll take kindly to us just rolling up and knocking on their doors…”
“Simple!” He chips, before bending under the table and procuring a few outfits belonging to a pool cleaner and a plumber. “We’ll be acting as service workers and inspectors, there to check the water and fix any broken pips that we were told about ‘BY’ Standford…” He explained, and threw the clothes onto the table before the trio.
“Uuhm, wouldn’t she KNOW that he ordered someone to come fix their pipes in advance?” Joe butted in, as he held up the plumber outfit with a puzzled look.
“She would, which is why we’ll bluff our way in by saying that he called us to come by in a couple of days, and left us a note to give to her ‘in case’ he forgot to tell her…” He said, before reaching into the shoebox on the table and pulling out a piece of paper. “A note, which I got forged by a guy I know, who too would love to see the guy fall, and so did it for free~”
“Okay… So we put on the costumes, get in, and break the tin-whore… What about alarms? wouldn’t her going offline trigger something that’d sick the cops on us?” George inquired, while pointing at one of the pics with a few cops on it.
“Typically, yes, but since Standford’s way of storing his money is more on the illegal side of things, he had the brilliant idea of only having two ‘guard dogs’ as his brawn in events like this. But so long as we don’t make a really big ruckus out of our plan, they will never set foot inside the villa, unless the bird calls them” Sam half chuckled at the end
Done with his explanation for the fourth time, he rights himself and clears his throat. “So boys, for this to work, you have to trust in the plan, and we’ll all walk away from this with big’ol smiles on our mugs~”
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- Ding-Dong!*
A few moments passed before the door opened, revealing a tightly clad avian with tits that looked on the verge of bursting from their confine. “Goodday, what is your reason for this vissit, sirs?” The woman asked with a polite tone in her butter sweet voice.
The four men, now wearing their disguises, stood in front of the door, acting as cool as they could, as their ringleader spoke up. “Hello miss, we are here to have a look at your pipes, and we also have a pal here that needs to check the ventilation,,.” Sam introduced himself and his party, who all gave a nod in greetings.
The bird looks at them for a moment, before speaking again. “I’m sorry, you must be mistaken, Mr. Stanford has not booked any service overview for today” She stated politely, yet also blankly, before starting to close the door “I’ll inform my master that you were here when he comes ba-”
“Ah!, well, you see!...” He rams his foot in between the door and frame “He ‘HAS’ ordered this visit a week ago, and even gave us this note in case he forgot to inform you of it” Sam quickly shot in. Whipping out the note in question and handing it to the tall bird through the crack.
Reopening the door, she takes the note and looks at it. Her eyes started glowing bright, as she scanned the note, thoroughly. Sam, together with his ‘goons’, were sweating bullets. Sam, not half as much as his pals, but still a little as he began fearing that the turkey would find an error in his forger friend’s work, since she took a decent amount of time scanning it…
- Pweep-Pwep!* “Oh my, must be all the stress Mr. Stanford has been going through lately” She commented, seemingly having bought the fake note’s legitimacy with surprised shock on her beaked face. “By all means, sirs…” She peeps, and pulls the door right open and stands out of their way. “Come right on in! I’ll go and prepare plenty of coffee for you~”
Sam looks back to his comrades with a smirk, before nicking his head and turns back to the black swan. “Sounds great ma’am! And don’t worry, we’ll be out of your feathers in no time” He assured her, before he and his team quickly entered the house.
The interior of the villa was rather ‘open’ to say the least, and was what one would expect from a sleazy money grubber like Stanford. Fancy paintings adorning the walls, depicting the most senile garbage that most ‘modern’ art goes for. Furniture adorned with the finest of leather, and others of plastic and metal with the sleekest of designs. An open kitchen off in the corner, with a large kitchen table in the middle, whose counter was made from the blackest marble, and polished to a diamond’s shine.
And behind all of this was all windows, looking out over a rather lustrous garden, and your run-of-the-mill giant rich man pool…
“Tsk! Rich bastard…” Joe couldn’t help but mutter under his breath, as he walked past the others and up the stairs. “Okay, I'll go and ‘check’ the ventilation up here, fellas!” He said loud enough for the swan to hear, as she was keeping one eye on them while preparing the coffee machine.
“Gotcha, pal! Just try not to zap yourself!” Sam Jokingly replied, which earned him a middle finger from the ascending Joe. “Alright, boys! Let's have a look at this schematic real quick and get to it!” He said, and pulled up from one of his holsters a large roll of paper and unfurled it. The other two quickly huddled up beside him to ‘look’ at the sheet.
“Okay guys, the ‘easy’ part is over, now we just have to find a way to distract her…” Sam explained with a hushed voice, pretending to look to a wall so he could sneak a glance over at the bird, and yep! She was still keeping an eye on them. “We give her a second to breathe when we jump her, and she’ll call the mutts on us… Or worst case scenario, she’ll handle us, herself…”
“The fuck you mean by that??” Hank inquired with a whispered hiss
“Okay, so I ‘may’ have left out the detail that, even tho she’s a companion model that’s tailor made to be a walking server rack, she is also tailored with enough force in her limbs to squash a guy’s head like a mellon…”
“You're joking…” George growled with an annoyed tone in his hushed voice, looking away for a moment as he could not believe the shit he was getting told right now.
“Hey! Cool it! We are already this deep in the gutter, so no point in backing out now!” Sam hissed at the two begrudged men beside him.
Folding the sheet together again, he starts to speak again. “Okay, let's take a look at those pipes, lads!” Before heading towards the kitchen where the swan was standing.
George and Hank went over to the primary sink and began their ‘inspection’, while Sam went over to the secondary one, right where the swan was standing idly just a few steps away, staring at the coffee maker with a stiff smile on her beak.
Keeping half an eye on the bird, he proceeds to open the closet doors underneath the sink, and sticks his head inside to look around, when Joe, out of the blue, crackles through his earpiece. “Hey guys! I think I found something!”
- BONK!*
*“Fuck!”
Sam cursed loudly after slamming his head up against the underside of the metal sink from the sodden auditory jumpscare, and pulled out from the closet again to rub his scalp.
“Oh my! Everything alright, sir?” The swan asked, her gaze quickly shifted down to him with a concerned look on her face, the moment she heard the bump.
“Yeah, yeah! No worries, I'm fine! Just got spooked by a giant spider is all! Hahahaha…” He lies with an embarrassed smile, before climbing back inside the closet again with a scowl and presses his earpiece with a bit more force than necessary. “What?!” He hissed through gritted teeth.
“Okay, so I think I might've found the turkey’s interface up here in Standford’s office… But most of her functions are locked with a password…” He explained, followed by the sound of keys being pressed. “Buuut… From the looks of it, I can make her change her priorities… Even make her go somewhere more convenient for us…” He finished.
“Great!...” He said, before getting the feeling he was getting watched, thanks to his inactivity, and began making some noise with his wrench, together with a grunt or two. "George!, Hank! You see any good spots for ‘Accidents’? ”
“Uuuugh…” Hank looked around, before looking out onto the pool. “Uuuhm… Will a water damage accident be good enough? If we get her out to the pool, we can make it look like she had a bit too much fun in it…” He suggested through his earpiece. Shooting quick glances between looking down at George, and at Sam’s rear on the other end of the kitchen.
“Sounds pretty good to me…” George commented, before reaching his hand out from the closet he was in, waving to Hank to hand him a random tool, which he first picked up on a few seconds after, and quickly handed him a hammer.
“Alright, you heard that, Joe? Can you get her feathery ass out there for us?”
“One sec…” The sound of more keys being pressed, clicks in their ears, before a, what sounds to be an ‘access denied’, sound bleeps out in the back “Piss! doesn’t seem like-... Wait hold on… Wait, yeah I CAN get her out there, but that then requires me to shift her into the right ‘mood’...”
“...What kinda ‘mood’ we talking here?” Hank asked, concerned.
“Well, unless you have a problem with naked stuff, you guys will maybe get to see plenty of swan tits and ass…” He answered with a slightly amused tone in his voice.
“We ain’t school boys no more, Joe! So go on and do it already! My knees are killing me right now…” Sam hissed.
“You're the boss…”
A few moments go by with nothing happening. The swan just kept on standing and operating the coffee machine without a care in the world. Sam, deciding to check if something had changed in the bird-bot’s stance, crawled out and back on his feet, but saw nothing out of the norm on the big lady-bird, yet…
But then, while the swan was wiping the inside of a coffe mug, she goes completely rigid with the cup and cloth still firmly grasped in her hands. Her face becoming dull for a moment, as they stare blankly ahead, before a few moments later they turn and look down at Sam with bedroom eyes, placing the mug and cloth down the counter before starting to talk with a more ‘suggestive’ tone in their voice.
“Hmmm~ I must say, you fine gentlemen are such hard working men aren’t you…” She bends down and starts caressing Sam’s left cheek with the back of her hand. “I know Mr. Stanford has sent you here to fix the problem in a timely manner… But he won’t arrive home before nightfall, so why don’t you-” She then boops him on the nose. “-And your colleagues~, join me out at the pool for a little while~” She finished, giving a little thrust with her chest to give the speechless man before her an upclose view of her jiggling breasts.
“Uhm, uuh, Ehheh-eh, uugh-Ahem! I-I i’m not sure if thats such a goo-” He tried to keep up the act, but was quickly silenced by a tallon shoved against his lips.
“Oh no no no!” She intervened, while also getting down closer to his face with her own. “No need to worry, dear… I *Purrr* Insist~” She purred. Staying this intensely close to him for a hot moment, before disengaging and walking around him and past his equally flabbergasted compatriots. Heading straight towards the door to the pool with a sexy stride in her heavy hips. Tail feathers raised up, which also raised the little skirt she had on, giving them a nice view of her bubbly rear.
The trio watched as she went off, blinking plenty of times before then looking at one another in surprised shock at the sodden shift. They were expecting one of course, just not this intense of one…
“Did it work? According to the screen, she’s heading straight towards the pool, so I take it it did? “
“Yeah… Yeah it sure did pal… For now, just stay at the console in case anything comes up, while we try and deal with her…” Sam told their newly titled ‘hackerman’ Joe, before following after the swan together with Hank and George behind him.
This sure was gonna be… Interesting to say the least.
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Shortly later. Outside Pool…
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“Hmmmm, why don’t you boys come and join me already, the water’s rather lovely today~” The swan peeped, as she floated on by in the middle of the pool on her back, in her birthday suit. Large perking tits looking like substitute floaters, as they poked way above the waterline, while her wings down under pushed her forward.
“Heheheeh, eeh, that won’t be necessary. We… ‘Like’ the, Uuh, the view of you! Eh-Heh, yeah, that one…” Sam Replied, sheepishly, as the three of them stood on the sideline and watched the bird-secretary lazily glide around in the water in all her naked glory. All of them sparring her a glance only momentarily, as they tried to minimize the awkward erection they were getting.
“Okaaay… So how are we gonna make this look like an accident now?” Hank asked in a whisper. A slight pling of distress lingering in the back of his words.
“You came up with this, so we took you for knowing that!” George retorted back, with an equal sort of minor distress, as he awkwardly rummaged his crotch to make his slowly stiffening dick sit better.
“Yeah, that was until she went and showed that she was way more water proofed then i had thought!” Hank hissed in defence. “Not to mention very hot!”
“Oh! When wasn’t that obvious for you, Captain Einstein?!” George retorted back again, slightly louder than before.
“Shut it! both of you! We can still come up with something for this…” Sam snapped at the two bickering men.
“Yeah, Sam’s right, but it requires us to add a few more steps to this plan…” Joe said through their earpieces. But the way he said it was rather foreboding for the trio.
“What are you thinking?” Sam inquired.
“I’ve managed to find her manuel on this thing, and if I'm reading this right, if we can make her swallow a lot of water at once, it could cause a major malfunction that’ll wipe her properly… So my idea was, that I up her ‘fiesty’ meter a lot more til she does something drastic, and while she is distracted, one of you will, in some way, stuff a bucket’s worth of water down her throat…” Joe explained.
“I’m sensing a ‘BUT’ here”
“Buuut… One of you has to be the sacrificial lamb for this to work…” Joe finished. Robbing the back of his neck on the other end of the line, as he knew what their opinions would be. “It also says here that this feature is not recommended, since they’ve yet to hammer out the ‘kinks’ that occur when set this high…”
Hank: “Not it!”
George: “Not it!”
Hank and George simultaneously blurted out, still in a whisper tho, as Sam looked at the two in disbelief. “Oh you fucking… Whatever, fine!” He growled.
Looking back down at the swimming swan, Sam, swiping a tired hand down over his face, blows a raspberry and gives the word “*Sigh* Do it…”
After giving the condemning word to Joe, Sam takes a deep breath, and then moves around the pool until he reaches the steps down into it, whereupon the swan has just landed and was elegantly stretching her long feathered legs.
“Oh, hello there, mister plumber. One of you finally decided to join me I assume? Hmm~” The swan asked, and twisted her head around like a snake to look up at him with a stretched smile. It may not have been apparent to most, but Sam could certainly feel a shift in her attitude, especially the way she looked at him now. It was more… ‘Wanting’ for lack of better words.
“Eeeh, you could say that… Really, i just thought we could talk aWOAH!!!”
Before he could finish his words, the swan, with inhuman speed, grabs him by the ankle, and quite literally swoops him off his feet. Causing the poor guy to crash down back-first into the hard stone floor with a grunt of pain. And while he tried to gather himself, a shadow fell over his face, together with droplets of water dribbling down on him. He opens his eyes, and is met with the almost deranged looking face of the bird, now leaning over him with her hands placed on either side of his head. Leaving him no room for escape.
“*Puurrrr* Sir… You’ve avoided my advances so valiantly~. And it has done nothing but make me want you even more~” She cooed, now breathing hot air down into his face, as one hand dragged itself up to his chin, before plopping down on his collarbone. “But as a VERY needy woman at this time, I have a VERY short patience for getting some man-meat~!” She huskely snapped her beak at him, before trailing her hand slowly down his chest, all the way down until it landed on his now bulging crotch. Believe it or not, Sam was actually getting turned on by this show of force by the domineering secretary.
Now grouping his contained manhood, the swan shifts her sharp stare back up to him, and gets closer to his face. “So how about we stop fucking around, and get to the really fun part~”
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Meanwhile. Stanford’s office…
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“ ‘Camus Rarissimes, 40 years…’ Jesus Christ, this shit costs like a kidney and a half!” Joe blurted out while he sat in the big leather chair in front of Stanford’s desk, examining a big ‘ol bottle of whisky that no doubt had cost the fat-cat a fortune. “Tsk! Bet it doesn’t even taste all that different from regular whisk!...” He goes quite for a moment, before looking left and right and then back at the bottle. “...Maybe a little sip just to see what the fuss is about…” He mumbled as he grabbed the lid of the flask.
Only to stop as he caught himself just in time. “No! no!. We are here for the trashcan, nothing else!” He snapped at himself, and plops the bottle down on the desk again where he found it. “Focus, Joe!”
Checking the screen, he sees that the swan(Whose name was apparently Runda, according to the unit list) was currently during some steady activity by the pool side. No doubt giving Sam some proper ‘loving’ he’d gander. “Heh… Lucky bastard…”
Then, something stirred in the man’s stomach, as he clutched his arms around his own gut. “Gaaa-PffShiiit! I knew i shouldn’t have eaten that spicy hotdog on our way here! Fuuuuck!” He groaned, while his stomach churned and made less than tasteful sounds.
“Ooohfffuuck! Where’s the damn toilet!?!” He half yelled, and bolted up from the chair and out the office like a bat outta hell. Farting all the way as his innards threatened to turn his pants from gray black, to pure brown.
But shortly after he went out to hound down the nearest toilet to decimate, a warning popped up on the console. [WARNING! Setting error detected! Parameter overflow imminent! WARNING!]...
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Back at the pool...
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“Ah! Ah! Aah! Oooh yes baby~! How my wet pussy feeling for you~? Huuu~!” The swan cuued as she bounced on top of Sam. Her humongous tits jumping up and down with each descend and ascension of her large heavy hips. Her artificial pussy rubbing every conceivable surface and angle of the guy’s rod with such perfection, not to mention the vibrations and extra warmth it was getting bombarded by, Sam could barely say a single coherent word that wasn’t some kind of moan or drawn out grunt. He was in true bliss right now, and he could hardly care about anything else at the moment…
Meanwhile, Hank and George were in the works of finding some form of container to store plenty of water in, or even a connected water hose, which would make the crime easier to pull off.
“Damn… she’s really giving it to him, isn’t she?” George comments, while Hank rummages around in the little shack for something of use.
“Hey, how about you stop oogeling them and help- Oh wait a minute, never mind! Found a bucket!” Hank proclaimed, and steps out with a plastic bucket in hand. “Now just to get some water in this, and get it down her throat, and we win!”
“Then what you waiting for? Go and fill it with the pool water, and lets go!” George told him, and shoved the guy towards the pool with haste.
“Alright! Alright!" Hank blurted after stumbling a bit.
Back over at the two love-birds. The swan was sitting straight up on Sam’s lap, and bounced down and up with more speed then before. And not long after, Sam lets out a loud moan of bliss, as he reaches his end, followed by the swan screeching hers the moment her interior was getting filled with his seed. Her pussy clamping shut around him, as an internal suction apparatus sucks him dry.
- Pant* *Pant* “Holy… fffuuuuuck… That was bloody amazing…” Sam muttered through breathstarved lips. Figtivly seeing stars from how good of a fuck he receved. And he was not the only one that felt that.
- Puuurrrr* “Hmmm yes baby~ Nothing beats a pussy like mine~ And you felt just ama-” *Beep-beep!* She freezes up for a sec, the lights in her eyes stutter and blinks for a moment, before then starting to stutter her words. ”-A-A-A-A-A-aaa-*Bweep!*- Hmmm Lets fuck again bay-bay–Baby~!” The swan then begins to bounce on Sam’s still semi-hard cuck again. But instead of going slow, she’s going hard and fast.
“H-Hey! Give a g-guy some tiiaaaah-ime to breeaaaahh-breath!!” He moaned, and tried to push her back by pressing against one of her rather solid feeling breasts. A poor mistake on Sam’s part, as that only made the bird open her beak wide and let out a screech of pleasure, before then hammering down on him with force that actually started to hurt. “OW! Fucking-! Cool your tits woman! That bloody hu-FFaaack!!” He growled in pain when she landed with an extra bit of force.
“Oh!-oh!-OH! No w-W-way no-no-no how sir! I’m not letting you go-go til i’ve drained your balls fully~!-ly~!-ly~! Oh yes! Fuck me baby! Fuck me!!” She squealed, and continued her heavy assault on his pelvis. Her blows increased with every fall she made…
Sam, rightfully so, begins to panic. “GUUYYSSS!!! A little help here!!!” He yelled between grunts, as he did everything in his power to push back at each descend the bird made, but barely made a dent in her power and speed, as she continued the process of steadily reducing his pelvis to a fine dust…
His compatriots thankfully hear his plight, and go “Oh shit!”, with George being the first to run his way, while Hank was finishing up filling the bucket and followed suit later.
“What the hell is going on?!” George demanded to know once he reached the scene. Keeping his distance for now from the violently hoping bird-bot.
“I don’t fucking know-Gaaa!! This stupid bitch just started going crazy! FUCK!!! GET HER OFF ME, DAMNIT!!!!” Sam bellowed at the end when he felt something lower down in his skeleton, give. But his plight was all but ignored by the fat turkey on top of him, as she didn't seem to either care, or even register his pain.
“Fucking hell! Okay okay, just stay calm and we’ll get you out-HANK!!! Get your ass over here, NOW!!” George yelled for their third member, as he came waltzing as fast as he could with the water-filled bucket in hand.
“What in Jesus name is going on?!?”
“No time to explain! just get that bucket ready while i get her to open wide!” George snapped at him before quickly moving over behind the bird and grapple her neck and head. Surprisingly, her neck had quite a bit of strength to it, as it felt like he was trying to hold on to a big eel!.
Reaching a hand up to her beak, his fingers just managing to hook into the corner of her jaw, George dose his best to yank it down as much as he can before yelling for Hank. “Grrraaa! NOW!!”
“Eat THI-WOOAAHHHH!!” Just as he was in the full motion of thrusting the bucket forward, Hank ends up slipping on a wet towel on the marble floor, and falls flat beside the trio. Whiffing his shot big time and instead hits George square in the face with all the water, while also losing his grip on the bucket, as it careens into the middle of the pool.
And to add salt to injury, while George was cursing blindly at Hank for being a dumb idiot, the swan’s beak then clamps shut on his fingers in its beak like a mouse trap. “G-GAAAAA!!!”
But then it opened again, before one hand shot backwards towards him, grabs him by the collar of his shirt, and yanked him in front of the swan. Hank wasn’t spared either as he received the same treatment once he had gotten back up on his knees.
“He-He.Hey there sexy~ sirs! Please-Please wait for your Tur-tur-TuR-TURN~!” She then rather ‘hashly’ throws them back, making them roll backwards once their backs hit the floor.
It took them a moment to gather their barring again, rubbing the back of their heads or popping their spines back in place from the forceful landing, before Hank spoke up.
“Ouh, sweet lord, what are we gonna do now?!? I lost the bloody bucket!”
George wanted to say a retort, but was more focused on finding something to help their friend in need. And the answer comes in the form of what lies just behind the fat-bird…
“...Tackle”
“Tackle??”
“Tackle!!!”
Hank looks over at the swan and then gets what his pal is saying. “OH! ‘TACKLE!!’ Alright!!”
With the plan set, the two men gets back on their feet and moves back a fair bit till they have a clear and straight line towards the fuck-bird and Sam.
“You ready!?” George asked
“As ready as I can be!” Hank replied, as both of them got into a sprinting stance
“Alright, on GO!”
“3!”
“2!”
“GO!!!!”
Hank and George: “RRRAAAAAAAAA!!!”
The two men roared as the charged the swan. And the swan in question managed to just look up in time when the two football tackled her completely off San’s pelvis, and sending both them and her straight into the water behind her with a large splash.
Now under the water of the pool, they just had to open her beak. And luckily for them, they just so happened to ram into her tits during their charge, which was more than enough to trigger her scripted moaning cycle, as she tries to moan but instead gets drowned out by the water rapidly running down her throat, and seeping into her vital components. Her eyes goes wide, as one could see the glow of sparks firing off inside her water filled throat…
Up topside, Sam, after catching his breath, pushes himself up on his shaky elbows, and looks out into the pool, right at the area that’s ongoingly being disturbed, waiting with baited breath for his ‘heroes’ to resurface.
And resurface they did, together with a completely spazzing out swan, as she tossed both of them far off to the sides, both screaming all the way, as Hank crashes into a couple of beach chairs, while George lands head first into a bush.
The swan meanwhile, was swinging her arms about, as electrical arcs danced around her together with sparks ejecting from various seams in her body, and her torso made sharp twists and turns to the max of what her spin would allow, even so far as to try and surpass said limit, as Sam could see her ‘flesh’ almost tearing at how hard she was twisting her form.
Then she began walking forward up the pool stairs, tho with very long and unsteady steps, while spewing out errors of all kinds, while her eyes rotated all about in their sockets.
“Er-Er-Er ERROR! Liiiii-i-i-equid in majoooooo Warning!Warning! CAnnoNt comcomcomf2f3f2f1f2f Error! Cannoooooo-FuckfuckFUCKukfr~Donut in my pastorrrrrrrr-ry box-box-box- ERROR!ERERERERER Wat-watWATer. In. My-My- Oh yesyesyesyes mister-mister-mister plum-plum-plum/ I+yu?Diii&FFF/ Dick-NOW#!-Dick-My big tittittiti-tit-titititASSASSASASSSASASSAS*BZZT!* BUZZT!* MAjor-ERROR! MAjOr-eRrOrR! maJoR-ErrOrR!“
Sam rolls to the side the best he could, given that could barely move his lower half right now, as the swan was about to trample over him. Once she had walked past, he looked up at her wandering frame again, as she continued to malfunction badly.
When she turned her front back around for him to see, he did a double take. Her tits had gotten slightly bigger! But why was that? he wondered. This question was one he soon pierced together tho, as he started to notice the rather loud tho muffled sound of ‘fans’ spinning up a storm somewhere. And that somewhere, was inside of the swan, as her cooling fans had gone awol, and was now not only desperately try and cool her internal, but they were also inadvertently inflating her tits!
Soo, as the seconds rolled by, her tits kept on expanding more and more and more, to the point where her arms were repeatedly slapping them about with their rampant movements. This together with the still expanding tits, it was only a matter of time before the inevitable happened…
“Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error! *Ka-POW!*” Then, as the lady’s blurting was reaching its crescendo, her tits popped like balloons, but with a bit of fire and water together with all that air they got pumped full of.
With the tits gone, the server racks that gave them the hardness they had, were now exposed to the world, and they were steaming and sparking like crazy, quite literally glowing from heat even, as some of the ‘disks’ inserted into these racks seemed to be melting or even actively burning, or both.
Her sporadic movements began to falter and wane, and under a minute later, halts entirely. Freezing in place for a moment, before one final fountain of sparks blasts from her left ear hole, the audio receiver practically blowing out from her head like a bullet, and she falls completely slack. Crumpling together like a house of cards.
But the moment after, when she started tilting and then crashed to the ground, thanks to that long neck she had, once her head hits the pavement, the whole thing breaks off from her long neck! Skitting along the floor a good meter away from the body, followed by what few wires that still kept the two parts together. One eye trying to roll into the back of her skull, while the other had gone dead and looked down into the floor
Her right leg lazily kicked once, then slowly descended, before repeating these motions every 5 seconds. Her left arm, reaching up, before a large sum of sparks blasts from her exposed server rack, and the limb goes limp and falls to the floor, before 3 seconds later doing it again, only for another burst to happen, again.
Sam looked on in shock and surprise. They actually did it… Hah… They actually fucking did it!
Sam began to laugh. He couldn’t believe that they actually pulled it off! “Hahahahahaa!! Fucking suck it! Stanford!!!” He yelled to the sky, and flipped it the bird, Before then succumbing to the pain again and falls flat to the floor. “Faaack… But still soo worth it…” He groaned with a strained smile on his face.
Now, they just had to clean up, and set the scene… Tho maybe first AFTER everyone have caught their breath… And relocated their bones… Ooow
[The End]
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