Nora’s plan had worked. Wendy had been so worn out by her antics over the day she had chosen the “Deep Charging” option on her charging station, shutting down all non essential functioning, including cognitive, to maximise recharging capacity until her battery was full. No sudden awakenings or interruptions for what came next.
A wet whistling noise announced the departure as it began to leave the station. Squinting eyes fixed on Wendy’s face, taking in the calm features, a thought came to her: what if Deep Charging wasn’t as deep as claimed and Wendy opened her eyes right now to catch Nora in the act, naked from the waist down with a sticky min min and dropping a filthy, disgustingly large turd into her exposed abdomen, the little maintenance hatch forced open by a screwdriver? The thought of that excited her, tingles and all, and so she entertained it as the big package slid free, leaving a gaping hole in its wake and plunging into the one beneath with a squelchy thud.
A faint moan escaped her lips with pleasure. She had done the deed. Naughty girl. She lovingly patted and squished the poop down, compressing it cozily between two components that tomorrow a tearful Wendy would tell her was a motherboard and cooling system. Closing the hatch and climbing off the charging station, the surprisingly meaty smell filling the room like smoke, she left the Nandroid to her voidless sleep, unknowingly impregnated with a dark, foul fetus.