Aunt Cass - Part 6 - 4K (Patreon)

A little collaboration between Spectre058 and myself.  Since the picture is already out there on the infotainmentwebnet, everybody gets it in 4k.  :D

Hours pass as a sweat-drenched Cass writhes and moans the morning away, an indifferent and unquestioning Baymax administering his 'treatment' without fail.  Occasionally pausing to ask Cass if she is satisfied with her care...and receiving no intelligible answer...he goes right back to inflating and deflating his bulging, vibrating digit inside her.  Having lost count of the number of times she's climaxed, Cass can only stammer and stutter incoherently, drifting in and out of semi-consciousness.

Now laying on her back, her legs wrapped around Baymax's thighs, she enthusiastically gyrates her hips against his bulbous, hyper-inflated finger.  Her eyes rolling up into her head, Cass suddenly tenses up, her core shivering as she begins to come for the umpteenth time.  This time, however, instead of Baymax asking about her level of satisfaction, an alert tone emanates from inside him...a red battery symbol appearing on his chest.

Baymax: Pardon the intrusion, Miss Hamada.

Cass: Nuhh...  Nuh...  No, duhhn...don't...  Don't stop!

Baymax: My batteries are low.  I must discontinue treatment and return to my charging station.

Cass: Buhh...  But...

Baymax: I can resume treatment once I have achieved optimal power capacity.  Approximate charge time is one hour and sixteen minutes.

Her eyes fluttering, Cass tries to focus on the Baymax's blinking battery symbol.  Coming back to reality, she looks over and glances at the bedside clock...it's thirty minutes until noon.  She has half an hour until the Lucky Cat opens for the lunchtime crowd.  Releasing her leg-lock from around Baymax, Cass props herself up on her elbows, watching as he withdraws his deflating, fluid-covered digits from between her legs.

Cass: Shh..shhh...  Shit.

Baymax: Constipation is a common side effect of prolonged sexual activity.  May I prescribe a laxative for...

Cass: No, Baymax, that's...  That's not what I...  (sighs heavily)  What am I supposed to say?  Oh, right...  I am satisfied with my care.

Baymax, saying nothing, turns and lumbers towards the bedroom door.  Cass can't help but to smirk, his fluid-covered inner thighs make an odd squeaking noise as he wanders down the hallway.  Sitting up on the edge of the bed, Cass looks down at her own fluid-soaked body...aside from the sweat, from her belly button to her toes, she's absolutely bathed in her own come.

Cass: (thinking) Jeezus, Cass.

Her legs trembling, Cass ever so slowly stands.  Grabbing ahold of the odd piece on furniture to help steady herself, she makes her way straight to the bathroom.  A quick shower and a couple of ibuprofen later, she's dressed in her usual short-sleeved v-neck and a pair of capris.  Sore from the waist down after hours of repeatedly clenching and spasming, Cass half-hobbles downstairs, tying her apron around her waist as she does so.  Hell, even her breasts are sore from hours of kneeding them and squeezing her nipples for added enjoyment.  At the bottom of the stair she can already see a line of people waiting outside the door.

Cass: (thinking) Ohhh, this is gonna suck.

Putting on a purely feigned, but sincere-looking smile, Cass flips the 'closed sign' over and unlocks the door.

Cass: Welcome!  Come on in.  Sit where you like and I'll be with you in a moment.

Ten grueling hours later and Cass is absolutely spent.  It's probably been the busiest day the cafe has seen in years...or at least that's the way it's felt.  The previous nights little impromptu photo shoot / peep show certainly had an effect on business today.  Sleep deprived and aching all over, what she needs is a nice, long massage from some nimble fingers...maybe a little quickie...and then a full nights sleep.

Flipping the 'closed sign' over after the last lingering customers leave, Cass locks the front door and heads towards the kitchen to catch Honey before she leaves for the night.  She didn't have much time to talk to her today...what with every other person wanting to get a selfie with the 'lucky cat lezbos'.  Apparently that's what they'd been dubbed on all of the usual social media platforms.  During the few lulls they'd had that evening, it almost seemed as if Honey was purposely avoiding her.

Cass: Honey? Could you be a dear and do me a huge favor before you leave?

Instead, Cass is met with the 'ka-click' of the back door opening and blur of blonde hair going through it. 

Honey: (hurriedly) Sorry, gotta go..studying for mid-terms.  Byyyeee!

The back door slams shut leaving Honey's apron swinging back in forth from a peg next to it.

Cass: (thinking) Well, shit.

Looking around the kitchen at the seemingly endless piles of dirty dishes, half-eaten biscotti, and mountains of coffee cups, Cass shakes her head.  Walking towards the stairs, she flips the light switch off and heads up for the night.  All of that will wait until morning.

With Hiro and Tadashi out for the night...they were supposedly going to some electronic music festival across the bay, or so they told her (but were more than likely going to one of those seedy robot fights)...Cass resigns herself to going to bed and getting a good nights sleep.  In an otherwise empty house, it shouldn't be that hard.  At the top of the stairs she slips her v-neck shirt over her head and tosses it over her shoulder, not really caring where it lands.  By the time she reaches the hallway leading to her bedroom, she's down to a tight-fitting push-up bra.

Unclasping the undergarment, it's taught elastic straps go flying.  Cass heaves a sigh of relief as her sore, abused breasts jiggle around in freedom.

Cass: Owww, thank the maker!

Just as she flips the bra aside and begins to make the turn into her room, something in Hiro's room catches her eye.  Normally the boy, being like any other boy his age, values his privacy and keeps his bedroom door shut almost all of the time.  Across the room on his workbench a solitary light flashes on what looks like a gaming remote.  Wandering in, the usual piles of dirty clothes and all manner of electronic pieces and parts lay everywhere, she ambles up to Hiro's work area.

Reaching out to grab the device...whatever it is, she has no idea...an old fashioned blueprint lays beneath it.  She's never been into technology and electronic gizmos, and honestly has no idea what she's looking at.  Moving the remote aside,  'Megabot, ver 1.0' the blueprint proclaims.  Just looking at the piece of paper, it honestly looks like a...

Cass: Ohhh-kaaaay?  A six-headed dildo.

The screen on the remote flashes some text over and over...'autonomous mode'.  To Cass, it's utterly meaningless.  Turning, she walks out of Hiro's room and into her own, shutting both doors behind her as she goes.  All manner of 'toys' and clothing still lay everywhere from the night before...the feather boa having come off the ceiling fan and landed on the bed at some point.  It'll all wait until morning she thinks to herself, pushing the fashion accessory aside as she flops onto the bed.

Face down, spread eagle across the bed, having not even bothered to put any of the covers back, Cass almost instantly begins to drift off.  Minutes or hours pass, it's hard to tell when you are that tired, when Cass feels something moving around on the bed with her.  Eyes closed, assuming that it is her cat, Mochi, Cass attempts to shoo the animal away.

Cass: No, Mochi.  Mamma's tired.  Go...find mice or something.

What she assumes is her cat continues to stir on the bed.  Half-asleep, Cass reaches out to push the animal away when it makes a series of odd, un-cat-like clicking noises.  Her eyes fluttering open, trying to focus on whatever is in the bed with her, she's met with a crudely painted yellow smiley face staring back at her.

Cass: ...the fuck?

Unsure of what she's looking at, Cass remembers the blueprint laying on Hiro's workbench.

Cass: Mega...dildo...bot...thing?

The tiny robot appears to take a bow in acknowledgement.  Not sure what to make of it, Cass half-smirks, nodding at the derpy-looking face.

Cass: Uhhhh, hello there. 

Aunt Cass's friendly demeanor instantly changes, cringing as the robot's face flips to a spike-toothed, angry-looking, red one.  Before she can pull away from it, the robot separates into three distinct, double-dildo-looking objects, all of which instantly disappear into the darkness.

Cass: Oh, fuck.

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Original Art by MyBadBunny

Commissioned by Spectre058

Story by Phillipthe2