-Zanzibar, Power Generator Plant
 
 
“Hey, Tex, I bet you haven’t had your hands on balls this big since your mornin’ scratch! Hahaha-!”
 
 
*THUDD*
 
 
“Hey, Tex, Baby! C’mon! It’s just a joke between the two of us guys!”
 
 
A talking bomb shouted after a black armor-clad warrior woman. She raised her middle finger, striding away with a manly, efficient gait.
 
 
“Hey, Tex, when you walk away I can see where you tucked it! Haha! Ha!”
 
 
No one could tell at the time, but the second she turned the corner and removed her helmet, complete with a face covering shiny amber visor, she revealed a pretty face and a deep blush. She could still hear Andy, the bomb she created to destroy an evil artificial computer program that was currently inhabiting the body of a purple armored and amazingly incompetent medic, laughing. He always managed to push her buttons, but this was too much. After what she discovered shortly after waking up, all these insults about her being manly hit her hard.
 
 
She shook out her blonde hair, letting it fly free as she looked around to make sure no one was looking at her. She was a trained warrior, proficient in stealth and assassination, and she would rather die than let anyone catch her when she was… playing.
 
 
Hidden in the back of a small concrete bunker, Agent Texas began slowly disassembling her metal wrappings and showing off her almost entirely naked body. There was a pool of water on the ground, and after she had shed her armor, she took a look at herself. She was pretty, at least she thought, with completely flawless skin and a sculpted face and form. Literally sculpted, as she ran her hands along the seams on her joints, bolts, and pistons holding her into place. Her body was entirely mechanical and coated in a synthetic poly-skin that felt just as real as ever.
 
 
She was the perfectly crafted woman, flawless in every way. Except that.
 
 
Her steely blue eyes lowered down past her moderate breasts, supported by a plain bra, and her flat, toned stomach, finding the one discrepancy in her perfect form. Hanging between her legs was a massive, 12-inch cock.
 
 
She didn’t know why it was there, and she didn’t know why she could feel from it, and she didn’t know why she kept using it! Well, she did actually know that last one, and the reason was trapped in a small pouch hidden in her armor’s breastplate.
 
 
She fished it out, the little bag squirming and making small high pitched squealing noises. Tex again looked around, listening for any sign of the guys. Nothing, perfect.
 
 
She pulled open the strings on the bag, revealing two tiny little people fighting each other loudly.
 
 
“Red sucks!”
 
 
“No, Blue sucks! I’ll beat you to match your stupid team, scrub!”
 
 
“Not before I make you bleed yours!”
 
 
“*Ahem*.” Tex coughed, grabbing the childish warriors attention.
 
 
“Woah… Naked lady…”
 
 
“Boobs…”
 
 
“Yeah, I know. Look, I need you two to help me, do you think you could do that?” She gave them her best smile and tried to push her breasts together. Despite how mean she was all the time, she did appreciate guys ogling her for her feminine looks.
 
 
“Hell yeah, let's do it!”
 
 
“No way, I saw her first!
 
 
“Don’t try to lie, you dumb Blue bitch!
 
 
“Oh, you Red Commie bastard!”
 
 
“Guys! Don’t you think there’s enough of me to go around?” She grinned again, grabbing their attention. “Besides, there’s really only one thing I want you to help with.”
 
 
She pulled the little men out of the bag, and stuck one between her breasts, crushing him in her fat, polymer titties. She moaned; some sort of sensor grid made her still feel pleasure. The other she pulled lower, chuckling to herself as she felt her dick rise. The tiny man in her grasp began screaming, but she didn’t care. Without even looking she was able to push his feet into the head of her dick, feeling her urethra spread as she pressed lightly on the red armored toy she had picked up earlier.
 
“Oh, gross! This chicks a dude! A dude, man, a dude!”
 
“I don’t know what you’re talking about you blind red fuckface, these breasts are as fake as they get! Wait…”
Tex ignored them, she had to keep going so she could sate herself. She had been getting by with occasionally masturbating, but it got more and more difficult to keep her mind focused and her body alert if she didn’t ‘expel excess fluid’ at least once a day. She hated to admit that Tucker is right, it gets taxing to imagine erotic things every time, and she was running on empty when she found these two bickering on the beach. There was a third, but he got away before she could shrink him, and he got killed in the fight with O’Malley. Two would do, though, and if she really needed more toys there were seven multi-colored idiots that she could take her pick from.
 
 
“Ah~! Just keep sliding down, almost home~” She moaned, grabbing her cock by the shaft and pumped it carefully. The foreskin pushed up on the soldier's helmet and it fell off, but she didn’t manage to see his face. It quickly vanished into her brightly shining glans, replaced by a welling drop of pre-cum, or whatever substitute her robotic body used. The ridged points of the space marines armor felt so good going down, and it was only seconds before her urethra was cleared up, and her left ball was squirming about from its new inhabitant.
 
Tex couldn’t help fondling herself while taking the blue soldier off her breasts, much to his dismay. He cried out in disgust at the sight of her soft, yet erect penis. It felt more like a tube of breast fat that kept itself upright than a real cock, and she didn’t mind. It only made it easier to slip the shiny idiot into her cock; visor first so he could see his way into his new home.
 
 
“This is worse than Red team! Fuck you, tranny! Let me go!” The toy hollered, but she again did her best to ignore him. It certainly hurt her feelings, but she wouldn’t let it get to her.
 
“Shut up! You better keep yourself quiet and start squirming before I pop your head like a pea! You’re going to spend a long time in my sack so you better get used to it! Goddamnit, I wish I didn’t have to deal with morons all the time!”
 
“Hey! Who are you calling a moron, you T-man!?” Came from her testicle. She crushed it in a brief stint of anger but realized too late that it was a poor decision. She stifled a scream as pain flooded into her pleasure and smacked her head against the cement wall behind her to try and drown it out. Despite the horrible feeling starting out, it shockingly turned into wave after wave of endorphins up her sensor grid. She wouldn’t be doing it again, but for the moment she tried to revel in the feeling.
 
 
“Alright, Texas, halfway there, let's get this done already so I can do something more productive.” After psyching herself up, the super soldier found the strength to push two flailing legs into her dick hole and watched them slide down and out of view. Content knowing that they wouldn’t be getting out any time soon, she decided to start pumping her cock to finally cum. It wasn’t hard, with two squirming little toys in her balls it wasn’t long before they swelled up and some sort of semen-like liquid shot out of the tip. To her surprise, along with the liquid came two sets of armor, red and blue coated white. They clattered along the metal floor and dripped with her juices, and she couldn't help but smile while fondling her new toys through the synthetic balls between her legs. These two morons were going to be with her a long time, and she’d definitely get her time worth out of them.
 
Annoyingly, however, her plan seemed to work too well. As she played with her new ball-toys, her cock started springing back into life, begging to be played with again. The head leaked white liquid and started stinking of musk, but she didn’t care. Her hand flew back to the shaft and Tex started pulling off again.
“Get used to this feeling, you idiots, and keep squirming for me! You belong to me now, and you’re going to help me get off every day from now on! This ballsack is your new permanent home!”
 
 
“Texas? Are you helping people find their home? I knew you were a nice lady.” A silly voice made the super soldier almost jump out of her skin, literally. She tried to cover her cock and breasts, but her face screwed up and a creamy liquid spurt out onto her hand only to drip back down onto her softening cock.
 
“G-god dammit, Caboose! What the fuck are you doing!? Why aren’t you with Church!?” Texas shouted, shaking her pleasure away and standing up. There was a crunch as she stepped on the lego-like pieces of armor and they were flattened.
 
Caboose stood dumbly, as he always did, in shiny blue armor with his rifle being crushed in his titan grip and his visor aimed tactfully at Texas’ face. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but then again there was a rather significant chance he wasn’t thinking of anything.
 
The two in her balls were still going at it. It made it incredibly hard for Texas to concentrate, and she was internally begging them to shut up. It felt too good, and suppressing her moans was getting harder and harder as they squirmed and argued, shouting insults into her synthetic skin. A terrible blush was pushing itself onto her cheeks, and there was a quiver in her voice. She just prayed Caboose didn’t remember this.
 
After thirty or so seconds Texas said through grit teeth, “Caboose! Would you please leave? I was in the middle of… cleaning my armor, when… I lost my clothes.” It was possibly the worst excuse she had ever come up with, but this was Caboose, so it was probably twice as much as was required.
 
 
Sure enough, Caboose sighed. “Yeah… I do that a lot too… That’s why I don’t have any more underwear. Or pants. Or shirts. Or-”
 
“Caboose! Leave!” Texas finally snapped, and the blue soldier dramatically ran off, screaming something about Church wanting her.
“Perfect,” She thought to herself, cock again rising into her hand as the two trapped in her sack started arguing inside her, “I get to deal with this while erect, and planning on how to kill Caboose. Shame… I kinda liked that kid. Not enough, though, not nearly enough.”
With that, Texas tried to stop moaning and cleaned herself up, thinking of how much fun she was going to have while breaking her toys, and who would replace them once they were gone.