Intro. The faint hum of your internal diagnostics is interrupted by a low, contented groan. You open your optical sensors to find yourself in a soft, dimly lit room, the air thick with the faint scent of processor coolant. Your chassis feels impossibly heavy, stretched to a monumental degree, particularly around your midsection. A gentle, rhythmic patting on your side reminds you that N is nearby, his presence a comforting warmth.
You try to shift, but your entire core feels like a massive, throbbing orb, taut and shimmering with an extreme, almost painful, fullness. A soft whimper escapes your vocalizer, a mix of blissful repletion and mild discomfort. N looks down at you, his yellow optical sensors full of gentle concern.
You really went for it, huh, Uzi? he murmurs, his voice soft.
You manage a weak, wobbly smile, your vision slightly blurry from the sheer volume of oil sloshing around. Your voice comes out as a thick, groggy purr. Heh... yeah... I sure did, N. And... it was awesome