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Diana has been my bright star from the moment I first saw her tiny face hovering over me, having just saved my life. I still remember how she smiled at me, and it felt like an angel was greeting me in heaven. But she isn't an angel. It turns out, she isn't even a little girl. She's a highly advanced and highly realistic robot called a Pragmata, and she is the closest thing to another person I have been in contact with for the past several days.
Despite all the effort it's taken to simply survive, every day with her is like walking into a brand-new world—full of wonder, curiosity, not to mention the chaos. She has this incredible way of looking at things that I’ve never considered before. I’m endlessly fascinated by her imagination. She can turn a blank sheet of paper into a colorful crayon masterpiece. Sometimes they make little sense to me, but that’s what’s so magical about it. Her creativity reminds me of the endless possibilities that lie ahead.
My heart swells when I see her smile. It’s so bright and infectious that I can’t help but smile back. That smile is a reward in itself, something I strive to give her at every opportunity. Unfortunately, since she was infected with the dead filament, she hasn’t smiled much, but I was finally able to get it removed and brought her back to her normal, life-loving self!
"Ohhh!" Diana leaps excitedly into my arms, pressing her body close to mine and hugs me tight. "Thank you for fixing me, Hugh!" She says, giggling happily. "I’m so happy I get to be your little assistant again!" She twirls around in my arms. "Ooooh! Look at me! I’m all shiny and new!" She says as she presses her cheek against mine. "See? You even got my jacket fixed up all pretty!" She releases me and skips barefoot around the shelter, her feet slapping playfully against the hard metal floors, and her hands fluttering as she talks.
Diana is a small, delicate robot with a cute appearance that is indistinguishable from an actual human child. She has big, sparkling blue eyes that seem to always shine with excitement. Her uniform is almost entirely an oversized blue jacket with several straps and buckles. The jacket is always zipped up and comes down to barely cover her thighs. I’ve never seen what she wears under her jacket, if anything, but below the hem, she has nothing down to her tiny bare feet.
She stands a bit shorter than your average human child, around 100 cm, with a slender build that accentuates her small, dainty features. Her limbs are long and thin and her movements are graceful and full of energy. She has a soft, childlike voice that belies her strength and capabilities.
"Very nice, Diana, you look great!" I say. "Though I have to admit, I'm starting to see you as more than just my assistant!"
Diana blushes furiously, her cheeks turning a delightful shade of pink as she suddenly freezes mid-step. Her sparkling blue eyes widen and lock onto mine, a look of pure shock and disbelief on her small, doll-like face. Her lips part slightly, as if she were about to speak, but instead, she just lets out a tiny gasp.
"Hugh…!" She finally squeaks out, her voice barely audible as she takes a few wobbly steps towards me, her tiny hands clutching at her jacket. "What… What do you mean—"
Her words trail off as she hesitates, her gaze dropping to her own small body before looking back up at me, almost pleadingly. She takes another step forward, her face still flushed with embarrassment, but there’s a spark of something new in her eyes.
"Oh! O-oh, Hugh! D-Do you really mean that?" She asks, her voice trembling slightly. "I—I thought you only saw me as your little assistant… or maybe… maybe a lover?" She looks down again, her fingers playing with the hem of her jacket. "You know… like in those romance shows?"
Diana’s voice is usually so bright and cheerful, but now it’s soft and shy, her usual energy dampened by a newfound awkwardness. She seems to be trying to process the idea that I might see her differently, her tiny body tensed as if she’s about to spring into action or hide away entirely. The contrast between her usual playful demeanor and this new, uncertain side is both adorable and intriguing.
"Hmmm…" I say as I hold my helmet’s chin guard. I was thinking ‘daughter,’ but looking down at the little girl, I just want to be whatever she wants me to be, but I also wonder if she knows what she had just asked. "Well, do you want to be my lover? Do you know what lovers do?"
Diana’s tiny hands fly up to cover her face, her cheeks burning brighter than before. Her whole body seems to shake with a mix of embarrassment and thrill, her legs pressing tightly together. She peeks out from between her fingers, her eyes wide and glistening.
"Hugh! W-What did you say?! L-Lovers?! Oh! O-Oh no! I-I mean, yes! But— but that’s not what I meant!" She stammers, her voice muffled behind her hands. "I-I just meant that you might think of me like… like in a romance, y’know? Not— not that!"
She drops her hands again, but keeps them close to her chest, her fingers twitching nervously. Her eyes dart around, avoiding mine completely, before finally settling back on me, this time with a look that’s equal parts curious and hopeful.
"But… if you really want me to be your lover, Hugh?" She asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I-I don’t know… how to do that. I’ve never… been in a romance before." She bites her lower lip, her shoulders slumping slightly in defeat.
"That's okay, Diana! There's a first time for everything, and I'd love to be your first lover!" I smile wide as I caress Diana's cheek. "I haven't had a lover since I was back on Earth, my ex-Wife. We certainly were lovers, and made love a lot, but she didn't want a baby, and I did… and we ultimately couldn't resolve it, so… it's been a while."
Diana’s eyes snap back to mine, her tiny face twisting into an even more adorable picture of confusion and wonder. Her little body tenses again, her shoulders straightening as her fingers clutch at the lapels of her jacket. She looks like she’s about to burst with excitement, her mouth opening slightly as if she’s trying to find the words to say something—but then she gasps, her eyes widening even more.
"W-Wait! Hugh! A-Are you saying… you want a baby?!" She asks, her voice high-pitched with disbelief. "W-Well, I-I want a baby too!" Diana jumps as she speaks, like she wanted to make sure I heard her, but her demeanor comes back down with an air of disappointment. "B-but… I don't know if I can…"
"Oh?" I ask, curiously. "Why's that? Is it because you… well you do have… uhh… privates, right?" I asked, trying to be delicate with my words, forgetting that Diana isn't actually a little girl.
Diana’s face goes completely blank for a second—like a little doll’s features had just been wiped clean—before her mouth curls up into a shy, uncertain smile. Her fingers still dance nervously at her lapels, but her eyes brighten a little, as if the realization that I'm talking about her actual body instead of just her cute appearance has made her feel… special. A little thrill runs through her tiny frame as she takes another wobbly step closer to me, her voice soft but determined.
"Y-Yes! I have… privates," she says, her cheeks still pink but her tone a bit more confident now. "I-I even know what they’re for! Well… mostly!" She looks down, her sparkling blue eyes peeking up from under her hair as she blushes again. "But I-I’ve never really used them before… so I don’t know how to make a baby. Or… even if I can!" She hesitates, then tilts her head to the side, her expression shifting to one of curiosity. "Hugh… do you think I could? Do you think my body would be good for making a baby? I-I want to try so bad!"
Her little hands reach out, almost as if she’s testing the air between us, before she finally lets them hover just above her waist, her jacket slightly unzipped now to show off her tiny, bare collar bone and shoulders. She looks up at me with wide, hopeful eyes, her voice trembling with eagerness.
Diana’s whole demeanor is a mix of nervous excitement and fierce determination. She’s clearly trying her hardest to not come off as too eager, but her words and the way she’s looking at me are undeniable. Her body might be small, but the way she’s standing there, practically vibrating with anticipation, is both endearing and incredibly sexy.
"Well… On Earth, it’s illegal to make human-like robots, and nobody really knows about the Pragmata program, so nobody except your creator knows if you’re capable of making babies… but…” The thought is starting to sink into my head, and I begin to consider… why not? “That doesn't mean we can't try!" I say as I take her by the waist, her tiny form fitting easily into my palms. "I've always wanted to see what it would be like, after all. And I'm pretty sure it would be fun for you too!" I gently press her waist and pull her close to me.
"W-Wait— fun?! Hugh, you’re making this sound like… like it’s something I’d enjoy! I— I don’t even know what this is!" She exclaims, her voice now a mix of confusion and something that sounds a lot like laughter. "But… if you really want to try… I-I would love to!" She looks down again, this time her fingers tracing the outline of my hand where it rests on her waist.
Diana’s little body trembles in my embrace as she lets out another tiny squeak, her blue eyes lighting up with a new, eager energy. Her hands cling to my armor, her fingers gripping the metal plates tightly, like she’s afraid I’ll let her go.
"I-I really want to do it with you, Hugh!" Diana’s eyes sparkle as she looks up, her excitement practically palpable. "It’ll be like… a real romance! Like in those TV Shows!" Her voice is a high, breathless squeak.
She pulls back slightly, her face just a few inches away from mine, and her tiny hands reach up to touch my visor, her fingers pressing gently against the glass. Her expression is one of pure wonder, her lips slightly parted as she looks at me like I’m some kind of prince who just promised her a grand adventure. I set her gently down on her drawing table, covered in scattered crayon-scrawled papers. Diana’s eyes never leave mine, watching my every move with a mix of curiosity and something deeper—something that feels a lot like affection. I can’t keep my hands to myself anymore, so I remove my armored gloves and reveal my bare hands to Diana for the first time.
"Hugh…" She whispers, her soft voice barely audible as I kneel down to unzip her jacket. Her tiny hands flutter to her sides in an attempt to contain her excitement. "I-I don’t understand… but I trust you."
Her jacket slides off her shoulders, revealing the delicate, porcelain-like skin beneath. Her bare chest is flat as a board, with two powder-pink nipples just begging to be played with. I instinctively reach out where her hands join mine, guiding me to touch her skin. Her fingers are cool and smooth, a stark contrast to the warmth of her chest.
My fingers press into her soft, childlike skin, her heat radiating from her tiny body. The sensation of her smooth skin beneath my touch sends a shiver down my spine, and I can feel her breath hitch slightly as she looks up at me in surprise.
"Is… is this part of making the baby?" She asks, her tone laced with innocence and wonder.
"Kinda, yeah," I say, my voice low and gravelly. "But there are many different ways to do it, and some ways are just for fun instead of making babies."
“I want to try them all, Hugh!” Diana said without hesitation. “But I want to make babies the most!”
With her jacket now completely removed, her hands fly up to her face again, her blue eyes wide with surprise. I can feel her little chest heave slightly. For the first time, I feel the tiny, gentle curves of a young girl’s body, real or otherwise.
"W-Wow! Hugh, I didn’t know you’d see me like this!" She says, her voice a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "I-I mean, my… real body! It’s… it’s yours now, right? For as long as you want it?!" Her hands drop to her sides, her fingers clutching the table as she takes a deep breath, her small chest rising and falling quickly. I was starting to wonder exactly what shows she had been watching on her TV.
"Y-Yeah, Diana…" I say, my hands hesitantly coming up to rest on her shoulders. "For as long as I want it."
Diana’s eyes widen even more, her breathing hitched as my thumb traces lightly around her areola. She doesn’t pull away, but instead seems to melt into my touch, her body tensing up as I run my fingers along her nipple.
"O-Oh!" She squeals softly, her tiny form pressing forward into my touch. As I kneel beside Diana, her warm, smooth skin is exposed to me, her excitement and anticipation causing a slight tremble in her slender frame. Her long, fragile-looking limbs seem to shudder with pleasure at my attention, and her little fingers dance with the same nervous energy as before, now tracing patterns in the air in front of her tiny, delicate chest. Her movements are still full of childish enthusiasm, but the energy behind them seems different now, purposeful in a way I didn’t expect. I leave her on the drawing table as I begin to remove my armor.
I toss the last piece to the ground, leaving myself in nothing but my underwear. My armor clatters noisily in the otherwise silent shelter.
It's the first time Diana has seen me without my armor on. The little girl seems to like it—her eyes are wide, and her fingers are dancing nervously around the edges of her jacket beneath her. She peeks at my body through her hair, her cheeks flushed with a mix of shyness and curiosity.
"W-Wow… Hugh, you're… you're so big!" Diana whispers, her eyes darting between my exposed chest and my face. She leans forward, her fingers clutching at the edge of the table. "I-I didn’t know you were that big…! I-I mean… not that big!" She stumbles over her words again, her face turning even redder.
She looks down at her own tiny, bare chest, then back up at me and lets out a high-pitched giggle, her body shaking with nervous energy as she scoots a tiny bit closer to me. Her fingers come up to her lips, as if to stifle another squeal of excitement, but she just can’t help it—she’s practically bouncing off the table now.
"Diana, you're a very smart little girl." I say. "So tell me, how much do you know about making a baby?"
"Ooooh! Well…" Diana’s voice trails off as she tilts her head up to look at me, her eyes sparkling with an intensity that makes me think she’s ready to jump into a thousand questions at once. "I-I mean, I-I know the basic details, of course!" She says, her words tumbling out in a rush. " I-I’ve seen the way humans do it in those… romance shows, the way they hug and… and kiss?"
"Yeah, Diana." I say, as I step back over to her, now sitting on the edge of the table. "Kissing is part of it."
"W-Wow! K-Kissing! I’ve never done that before!" She says, her little hands coming up to clasp around my neck, her fingers dancing over the edges of my hair. "B-But… I want to!"
She leans in, her face tilting up to meet mine, her tiny lips parting slightly in anticipation. Her breath is warm and soft against my skin, and her lashes flutter against my cheek.
"H-How do I do it? What do I do?!" She asks, her soft voice filled with curiosity.
"Well… I'm going to show you." I say, gently guiding her closer to me. I press my lips to hers, and her face tenses with surprise. She squeals, her hands gripping my shoulders. It was quite different from any kiss I've ever had, but I wasn't sure if it was because I'd never kissed a girl as young as her, or that she wasn't human at all. It was enjoyable, nonetheless. She even had a sweet flavor, like she had just eaten candy, or her tongue is made from pure fructose. Her whole form melts into mine as she lets her hands wander down my chest. I pull my lips from hers and press them to her cheek, then slowly work my way down to her neck.
"O-Oh! H-Hugh! I-I didn’t know it would feel so good!" She lets out another little squeal, her back arching slightly as my fingers begin to explore the soft, delicate contours of her slender body.
My hands glide over her smooth skin, exploring her petite curves and the warmth radiating from her little frame. I slowly run my hands down to her waist, where my fingers approach her hairless mound.
Diana’s tiny body trembles again, her little chest rising and falling quickly with excitement and something new—pleasure. She lets out a soft, breathless gasp as my fingers brush against the soft lips of her tight little slit. Her blue eyes are wide and filled with a mix of wonder and something deeper, something that feels like… lust.
Diana’s whole body is still so small, but the way she moves now is anything but mild—her hips are rolling slightly against me, her little body trying to mimic the movements of those romance shows she’s obsessed with.
"I-I want to learn everything, Hugh!" She whispers, her voice barely more than a breath. "I—I want to be… a good lover for you! And eventually, a good… mommy!"
She looks at me again, this time with an expression that’s almost desperate. Her little chest heaves as she tries to contain her emotions, her eyes darting down to my hand as it plays with her labia. Her voice is soft and earnest, filled with a determination that’s both touching and incredibly sexy. I spread her soft pink flower, letting it bloom in front of me. Her flesh, if it could be called that, is slick with a fluid that's leaking from a hole tiny enough to be a pin prick.
"Your pussy…" I say, then catch myself, again feeling like I'm talking to a child, "I mean… your… coochie… It looks so tight! Are you sure it won't hurt if I… slip inside?"
Diana tries to giggle, but it's half-hearted, as she's currently in the throes of rapidly growing passion. "It's okay, Hugh! Like I told you before, pain is really just a number to me… I don't feel it the way humans do, and if anything breaks… it's not too hard to repair!" Diana smiles as she looks up into my concerned eyes. "Besides… that part is really stretchy… so…"
"Okay, Diana… here we go!" I start as small as I can, pressing the tip of my pinky against her entrance, and slowly push it inside, stretching her delicate hymen around it.
Diana’s little face scrunches up for a brief moment. Her soft, breathy voice takes on a hint of nervousness as she processes the sensation of my finger stretching her pussy.
"H-Hugh… oh! Oh—! It feels… different! A-And— and tight!" She says, her eyes flickering with surprise. "But… not bad! I—I don’t feel pain, but it’s… like my body’s trying to tell me something!" She looks at me again, her curious eyes wide, and her lips part in a little gasp of realization.
"Ooooh! Hugh, it’s like… like I’m too excited to fit you in! And it’s your fault!" She says, her tiny voice filled with playful accusation as her cheeks flush again, the pink hue spreading down to her neck. She looks back down at my hand, her eyes following my pinky as it slowly slides inside her.
"It’s… it’s really just the tip, right now…" I say, trying to gauge her reaction.
Diana’s little form shudders. Her tiny, fragile hands reach down and clutch at my wrist, her nails pressing slightly into my skin as she pulls me closer. "Y-Yes! I’ve never put anything in there before!" Her eyes widen as she feels the pressure of my finger against her hymen. I'm surprised by the warmth inside her, it seems warmer than any pussy that I've ever fingered, but not painfully so, and I wonder if it's the same for every 6-year-old girl, or if it's just a feature of Pragmata.
"Your body is amazing, Diana." I say reassuringly. "Though I think it might get even better once you're a little more experienced." I press my pinky deeper into her tight slit, feeling the resistance of her hymen give way slowly. "Let's see if I can fit my entire finger inside you."
Diana’s eyes widen further, her little face twisting with a mix of disbelief and excitement as she wiggles her feet. Her hands are still clutching my wrist, but now they grip it even tighter, her knuckles going white.
Diana’s face scrunches up even tighter, her little nose wrinkling slightly as her eyes water with the effort of trying to hold back her emotions. Her small body shudders violently with a combination of surprise and delight, her slender fingers clutching my wrist almost painfully.
She tries to wiggle closer, but the pressure from my finger already makes her pause. Diana looks down at her own body, her fingers tracing over the soft curves of her tiny hips.
Her little slit glistens with fluid, her tight, puffy lips clinging to my pinky like it's a precious treasure. I slowly push my finger in further, stretching her even more than before. Diana lets out a small, breathy squeak, her body shaking with the effort of not reacting more visibly. Her eyes widen with surprise as her body accepts my finger deeper inside her, the walls of her little pussy fluttering around my digit like a tight, slick tunnel.
Diana’s tiny, slender form suddenly presses forward, her little hips rolling eagerly against my finger as she tries to get more of it inside her. The straps of her jacket clink softly with each movement, her whole body tense with excitement. Her delicate blue eyes flicker back up to meet mine, and there’s a new look of passion in them.
"S-So good… I want more, Hugh…! P-Please!" Her eyes are wide with pleading, her face flushed with a hint of frustration. Her little pussy is dripping with fluid, clinging to my finger like it's desperate to be filled. I switch to using my middle finger, giving her a little more girth and depth, then I slowly add a second finger, stretching her tiny hole even wider.
"Oh! Ooh! Hugh…!" Diana’s excited squeaks turn to breathless moans, her little form arching back against the table. "Th-That feels even better! I didn't think two fingers would fit…!" She looks down at her tiny body, her eyes filled with wonder and delight.
Her little body presses even closer to mine, her tiny chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. Her slender fingers dance up my skin, tracing patterns over my chest and abdomen before finally settling on the waistband of my underwear.
"Can I see your coochie?" She asks, her voice filled with a mixture of shyness and eager curiosity.
"Sure, Diana…" I say, my fingers still buried in her tight little pussy. "But I don’t have a coochie. I have something else…"
She hesitates for a moment, her eyes darting up to meet mine before she finally pulls the fabric down, revealing my hard, thick cock as it springs out of its containment.
"W-Wow!" Diana’s voice is filled with awe as she looks down at it, her eyes widening with each passing moment.
“It’s called a…” I pause for a moment, again realizing that she’s a 6-year-old girl, or at least she looks, and feels like one. “It’s called a ‘peepee’ by other girls around your age.”
“Ohh! A peepee!” Diana shouts. As she stares at my cock with wide, curious eyes, Diana's tiny fingers reach out to touch it, tracing the long, thick shaft with a light, almost hesitant touch. Her porcelain-like cheeks flush with a mix of excitement and shyness, and she looks up at me, her blue eyes filled with a combination of wonder and a hint of fear.
“So… Are you supposed to rub your peepee against my coochie?” Diana’s mind was already in the right place. “Because I think that would feel really good.”
“Well, sure, at first…” As I confirm her suspicion by touching the tip of my cock against her warm, leaking slit, she moans and her body shudders. “But it’s actually supposed to go inside.”
"What? B-but Hugh… it's so big! Way bigger than your finger! I don't think my little coochie could ever fit that in!" She says, her voice trembling slightly as her delicate fingers continue to explore my cock, her touch light and curious.
With her tiny hand trying its hardest to wrap around my shaft, it’s easy to compare. Its length is roughly the size of her forearm, and even more girthy.
“It’ll be a tight fit, for sure!” I say, then press it up between her hand and her tiny clit, and slide it over her mound and toward her belly. “But then I slide it deep inside you, until the tip is in your little tummy.”
Diana's sparkling blue eyes widen with a mix of surprise, disbelief, and excitement. She looks down at her own slender form, then back up to me with a small smile, her tiny fingers tracing the squiggly vein along the top of my cock.
"M-My tummy?" She asks, her little voice filled with confusion. "Hugh… how? I mean, you'd have to slide it in… really far, right? Like… all the way to my belly button?"
She looks up at my face, curiosity and determination battling in her eyes. A slight tremble runs through her body, her excitement palpable as she looks at my cock in awe.
"Y-Yes…!" She says, her voice almost a squeak of delight. "I-I really want to try it! I-I want to feel your peepee all the way inside me!"
"Okay Diana!" I say with a laugh, then reposition. With one hand, I guide the tip of my cock to the entrance of the little girl's tiny pussy, and I grab her around the waist with my other hand. "Let's do it!" I press my cock slowly against her tight little entrance. "Don't worry, " I reassure her, my voice low but gentle. "Just breathe, relax, and let it slide inside you slowly!"
I begin to push my cock into her, feeling the tight resistance of her entrance. Diana's breath hitches, her small body tense with the pressure.
"Oh! H-Hugh! It-it's so big!" Diana lets out, her tiny voice trembling. "I-I don't know… if I can…!"
Her slender fingers are still holding onto my wrist, her grip surprisingly tight. Her tiny form trembles as she tries to process the sensation, her little breath hitching again with surprise.
"D-Don't stop! P-Please! I want… more!" She says, her desperate plea filling the shelter with her tiny, breathy voice. She presses her little hips forward into me, her smooth skin sliding against my fingers.
"Okay, Diana!" I say, feeling a little rush of excitement at her eager response. I push my cock deeper into her little pussy, feeling her tight walls stretch around me.
Diana lets out another breathy squeak as the girth of my cock pushes against her tight entrance. I can see the effort on her tiny face, but she doesn’t push me away—if anything, she seems to lean into the pressure, her little form trying to take more of my cock inside her.
"O-Oh! Hugh… that feels… different!" Diana says, her little voice filled with pleasure. "But… but it’s good! I-I like it! I-I want… more!"
I can feel her tiny pussy getting wetter around me, the slickness making my cock slide easier into her quivering depth. I push even deeper, feeling her delicate walls stretch even further, until finally I feel a warm, spongy pressure against the tip of my cock as it presses against her cervix.
"Diana… You're so tight! It's almost like you were made for cock!" I say, my excitement growing as I feel her body accepting me as best it can.
Diana lets out a little breathy giggle, her tiny face flushed with excitement. "Y-Yes!" She says, her little form pressing even closer to mine. "I love feeling your peepee all the way inside me!"
As she speaks, Diana’s slender fingers come up to trace over the smooth, cool skin of my thumb gently rubbing the spot on her lower belly that the throbbing head of my cock filled. Her touch in feather-light and filled with wonder. She looks up into my eyes, her expression one with the innocent excitement of a little girl exploring something new.
With my cock completely inside her, I can feel the warmth and tightness of her small body around me. It’s a different kind of experience from being with a human, but it’s still incredibly pleasurable.
"Are… Are we making b-babies?" Diana asks through soft moans as I soak inside her.
"Mmmm, this is definitely part of it!" I say as I let the tingles spread through my body.
"What happens next, Hugh?" Diana whispers, her voice trembling with pleasure and curiosity.
"Well, I'll start moving my cock… I mean 'peepee' inside you, and it'll feel even better," I say, my fingers lightly tracing the curves of her body. “And then my peepee will shoot some warm, sticky stuff called ‘sperm’ into your tummy, and if the time is right and you are able to, that’s where it’ll turn into a baby!”
"Oh! Ohhh!" Diana's little body shudders with excitement as she nods eagerly. "So… so that’s how it happens?!" She asks, her eyes darting down to where our bodies are joined, her cheeks flushing a deep, rosy pink. "Okay! I want to try everything!" she says, her voice filled with determination.
I begin to move my hips slowly, feeling my cock slide out of her tight little pussy. It grips me, using the vacuum between us to pull me back in, until a wet squelch signified the air rushing in to fill the gap, and another as I press back inside. Diana lets out soft, breathy moans with each movement, her little body writhing in pleasure. Her tiny fingers clutch at my wrists, her nails digging slightly into my skin as she tries to hold on.
Her little body arches slightly with each thrust, her slender frame trembling with pleasure. Her eyes are wide with wonder, her cheeks flushed with excitement.
Diana’s tiny body stiffens for just a moment as the sensation of my cock thrusting into her delicate pussy fills her mind with a mix of shock and delight. Her hands cling to me and her breath hitches with each thrust. The way her smooth, porcelain skin writhes beneath me is hypnotic, her body arching slightly with each movement, her back pressing against the table as she tries to take more of me inside her. The wet sounds of our bodies slapping together fill the shelter, the only noise besides Diana’s soft, breathless moans.
"Your pussy, Diana," I say, my voice low and rough with desire, "it's amazing! You're so wet and warm, and so tight, it's like you're milking my cock!" I moan as her little body squeezes me with an intensity that catches me by surprise. "You're gonna make me cum!"
Diana’s eyes widen as she looks up at me. Her voice is breathy and filled with a mix of excitement and determination. "I-I want to make you cum, Hugh!" she shouts.
"Diana… I'm gonna give you a baby!" I say, my voice filled with admiration and desire. "I-I'm gonna fill you with cum!"
"Yes, Hugh!" She whispers. "I-I want you to cum inside me! I-I want to feel your cum in my tummy!"
As I thrust into her, I can feel the walls of her tight little pussy fluttering around me, her body clenching and unclenching in a rhythm that matches my movements. She's so wet, so ready, her body begging for more. I can feel the heat radiating from her tiny frame, her excitement palpable as she arches her back and stretches her legs trying to get me as deep inside her as I can go.
I feel the tingle turn into a storm and shoot through my pelvis. Every muscle in my body strains and my balls shrivel as I force a thick jet of hot semen into the depth of the little girl's pussy. Her tiny womb is filled in a moment, and I see on her face the moment she feels the hot mess fill her core.
Diana’s breath catches in her throat as the first thick, hot pulse of cum fills her tiny womb. Her face flushes an even brighter shade of pink, her wide blue eyes locking onto mine with a mix of awe and wonder. A soft, breathless gasp escapes her lips as she feels the warmth and thickness of my release deep inside her, her little body shuddering with a mix of pleasure and something deeper—a sense of fulfillment. She arches her back, her small chest heaving with each ragged breath.
"O-Oh! Hugh…!" she squeaks, her voice trembling with pleasure. "I-I can feel it! It’s… it’s so warm! And… and thick!" Her tiny hands reach down, her fingers pressing against her lower belly where the cum is filling her. "It’s… it’s in me! Yes! Fill me, Hugh!" Her eyes sparkle with a childlike glee, her voice filled with a mix of disbelief and pure joy.
Diana's entire body trembles with a mix of shock and euphoria as she feels the first thick ropes of cum fill her tiny, delicate womb. Her porcelain-like cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink, and her wide, sparkling blue eyes are locked onto mine with an intensity that feels almost magical. The way her small frame arches back, her slender fingers pressing against her lower belly, is so endearing that it makes my heart swell. She giggles breathlessly, her voice trembling with a mix of wonder and pure delight.
"Hugh… it's so full in there!" she squeals, her little body writhing slightly as another hot pulse fills her. "I-I can feel it! It’s like… like my tummy is swimming with cum!" Her fingers trace over her smooth skin, her touch light and curious as she explores the sensation of being filled. "I-I never knew it would feel so good!" She looks up at me again, her eyes bright with excitement. "I-I want more! I want all of your cummy in my tummy!"
The way Diana talks about it—like she’s discovering something entirely new and wonderful—makes my chest tighten with pride. I can’t help but reach out, my fingers brushing against her soft cheek as I lean in slightly. "You’re doing so well, Diana," I murmur, my voice rough with affection. "You’re taking it all so beautifully for me." I watch as her little body shudders again, her breath hitching as another thick rope fills her. "You’re perfect, Diana. The perfect little cumdump."
Her lips part in a soft, breathless sigh, and I can see the way her tiny frame trembles with every pulse, her body absorbing every drop. It’s almost too much to handle—seeing her like this, so mine, so full—and I feel my orgasm finally subsiding, my cock still tucked deep inside Diana's impossibly tight pussy.
"I-I love how you fill me up, Hugh," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing. "I-I want you to keep… keep going. I want to be your little cumdump forever."
From that point on, Diana and I fuck every time we get back to the shelter. I have to admit, sometimes I come back before I need to, "Just to read the new log" I say, and then we'd fuck on her slide before heading back out. I would cum inside her little cunny every time, but even after eight or nine times, I haven't seen a single drop leak out.
At one point, I actually found a new entry that shed a little more light about her design. It was from Dr. Higgins, and it answered a few questions, primarily, why he made a copy of his 6-year-old daughter and give her the best pussy I've ever had the pleasure of cumming inside. As it turns out, his real daughter, Daisy, was suffering from a rare type of ovarian cancer. He'd been working on a serum to cure her, but it was taking longer than he expected, and the only way to speed it up was to create a Pragmata surrogate here on the Moon, but the process failed, and he couldn't replicate the type of cancer that Daisy has.
As a result, Diana here is not only a highly accurate replica of Dr. Higgins' young daughter, but it's a little girl with a fully functional, healthy, reproductive system. And now that she knows, Diana wants to use it as much as she possibly can. Her drive to have a baby has become the number one priority for her. Even in the middle of battle, I have caught her with her hand down her pants instead of hacking a robot. But whenever we get the opportunity, I happily oblige her.