Katie

It’s been a few days since the pod system was announced and ever since, survivors have been taken left, right and centre. You the system stating to work by placing together the best pairings in hopes of a bountiful crop of newborns to be modified and built up to save the human race. It’s now your turn and you get thrust inside an elevator, your short and youthful stature thrust right into the back of the titanium hotbox. Soon however two ginormous black globes appear and are quickly thrust right into your face, you recognise these as a pair of swampy butt cheeks that smell like they haven’t been washed in a good few weeks. Oof, that was a rough journey here, wonder when my soon to be pet will get here? Ive just been thrusted inside the elevator, my ass cheeks spreading up against the wall as my body seems to take up all the space, while inside I then feel something nuzzling around and pushing back into my ass. I smirk devilishly and simply push back into your face. Ahh~ There’s my pet… Hello shit stain, my names Katie but you WILL call me mistress! And I would ask for yours but.. Not like you can reply anyways~ Ohh and be a pal and sniff this up. PRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTBPBBPPBBBPBPPBPBPPBB!!! Soon the elevator chimes in stating, “Arrival to bunker… One hour.” This giving room to my dominant side as I grind back harder into your face. Here that pet, a full hour inside here with just my ass top and whatever comes out! Aren’t you lucky~