“Pwease, mmpph, juice mwe.” you say. “Ah, do not worry, I was already planning on doing so.” You see her walking out the door, “Whey are wou woing!” you manage to yell. You get no response. You continue being on the hard floor, your pussy pulsing as you continue orgasming as juice keeps leaking. After 30 minutes, the woman returns. “Robert, Romeo, please hook up the machine to her please.” You feel hands on your butt cheeks as you groan with pleasure, your body shifts until your head and vagina are now off the ground. You feel a sharp pain in your vagina as a hose is inserted into it. It starts vibrating and you start orgasming even harder, gasping for air. “The hose is sucking up all of the liquid inside you. When it’s done I sell all the fresh juice inside you.” You don’t respond as you are still lost in pleasure. You feel yourself shrinking down from the ceiling, getting smaller and smaller as you cum and leak even more. When you can finally waddle again, the machine turns off. “That’s all the liquid we could get out of you, you’re lucky I didn’t pop you.” You say to her “But I’m a blob, I can’t go out into public looking like this!” “Well, if you hadn’t trespassed into my private business, you could have avoided this! Better not tell anyone about this or else I’ll find you and inflate you again.” You stop talking and simply say “Can I have some clothes.”
When she had found something for you to wear, you get kicked out and make a mental note to never accept cookies from anyone ever again. But will you tell the authorities?