Lilly sat and splonkats alone in her room and her schlongblacks at the screenamagock.
Hand stroking her throbbing mc’gawk, the other in her holegeflock.
A lady appeared, blue and indigo, and a skirt with no snatchagamole.
The lady spoke, through text on the screen, a gift for you, will make your jizmhole.
Lilly clicked and clacked, ticked and tacked, the buttons knacked.
Buy now! I guarantee! A nice gizmo is just what you nee!
Lilly drooled and wavered, and paced the clock, for her new jibblesnitch jock mc’gawk.
Days and nights of pacing the room, she hears a jimble on the knockenwoodroom.
It’s me jibblesnatch jock mc’gawk! Me no longer be needin the sock!
A lovely treat, just have a seat, and the gizzleflip will be flopped.
With gadgets and gizmos and arms and whizzmos, Lilly grundled and frumblegaclopped.
The gadget garizzled and Lilly snizzlebopped, through the machine, her jizzle did flop.
It twists and turns, Lilly abound, the jibblesnitch lifts Lilly right off the groundimbles.
It pokes and prudes into Lilly’s three wimbles, and clambers and jankers, all inside her wombjimbles.
Jimboreee Jimboraah I’m gonna oolala inside my own hoohaa!
Her knobfluffle blumfumbles and spunkwumbles pump inside her wombjimbles.
Splurge and splurge, towards her eggwimbles the swimmers did shumble.
The machine strook and genuffled in deep, her ovary switch fibbled and weeped.
Zap the machine did go, causing her wombjimbles to shudder and flow.
Egg after egg and throb after throb, the machine keeps lilly pumping her glob.
It wizzles and wacks, and Lilly jizzles and jacks; the machine does not relax.
The girl on the screen, fulfilling her wish, of Lilly’s knobfluffle getting its snacks.
Egg one after two after three after four, Lilly’s wombjumbles add up even more.
Egg five six seven and eight, Lillys knobfluffles keeps jizzfumbling inside her wombjimbles.
The machine makes Lilly’s eggs fumble and plock, spermoga plockimbles the eggs in stock!
Month after month, the machine kept its flow. The wombjumbles total forty, and Lilly can show.
Time has stoppupled, Lilly has droplupled, and blobblumpkins fall out and pile up in her roomblupple.
They shriek and geschnart before Lilly can ready the bagfart.
The machine picks them up, and whisks them away, into a box that arrived later that day.
It gefuzzled again, and Lilly declined to struguffle, the cycle anew, her womb bumbuzzled.
BONUS STORY TO FILL THE WORD COUNT
Elon's Musk
Maria: No, Elon! I do not want to go to the rocket ship!
Elon: Come now Sophia, you have an important job to do! The world is resting on your shoulders!
Maria: I need to go home to my family, I have kids and a husband!
Elon: Josephina, have you smelled my cologne?
He hits her with a spray of Elons Musk.
Maria: Ooh, Mr. Elon, what a delightful aroma!
Elon: Yes, there Isabela, now strap yourself in, we’re going to the moon!
Maria: We’re going to the moon?!
Elon: Yes! To achieve world peace, we must go to the moon!
It’s just the two of them sitting in the cockpit.
Elon: Valentina, you’ve been the best employee of the entire company. You show up, get your work done, and you’re polite. We need more Camila’s in this world. Or rather, on the moon!
The rocket takes off, unannounced and without permit. Elon is not coming back. In minutes they are flying through space.
Maria: I just clean the bathrooms.
Elon: And you do a damn good job at it! That’s why I need you specifically, you’re the chosen one. I have many bathrooms on my moon base, we need strong cleaners! It’s time to start the breeding process! I heard you were good at making babies. How many is that now?
Maria: Mr. Elon Musk, I can’t have your children, I need to go home to my family!
Elon hits her with another spray.
Maria: Nine, Mr. Musk.
Elon: Yes, that womb of yours is one of a kind. Now let’s begin the mating process.
Maria: Mr. Elon, I’ve always had deep feelings towards you. I’d be glad to help you out in any way I can.
Elon: Yes, now the pants must go.
Maria: Yes, Mr. Elon.
Elon Musk spends fourty-five minutes struggling with erectile dysfunction before kinda getting hard. He sprays Maria every few minutes to keep her interested. He should have sprayed himself.
Elon: Yes! Do you like my penis?
He hits her with another spray.
Maria: Oh yes! Mr. Elon! It is such a fantastic shape!
Elon: I wish to please you in your vagina.
Maria: My vagina, Elon! What a great idea!
He enters her with their space suits pulled to their knees. He bangs her in the cockpit as they float around and fly through space.
Elon: Are you ready for Elon’s Bust?
Maria: Oh yes! Mr. Musk! I am ready to accept your seed and conceive your child!
He slows his pace and spills weak watery seed into her pussy with feeble throbs from his orgasm.
Elon: Now, as you conceive your child, I, Elon Musk, will rest.
Elon builds an army of robots on the moon and launches a full scale planetary invasion, uniting the world against him. He has factories that build factories, with it, he has terraformed the moon into a military base, providing just enough robots to keep the war going. On the far side of the moon he also builds an asteroid cannon to protect the earth, all while Maria scrubs toilets and carries crying babies.
Elon: We did it, Maria. We saved the planet. The world is safe thanks to Elon’s Musk.