Cleaning With a Dirty Girl


Written by Septia.


You squeeze the bottom of the tube of toothpaste – which always looked like it was running out. Miraculously always has just enough juice to satisfy your... rapidly declining standards of ‘enough toothpaste'. 
	Walking back out from the hall, after scratching your hair, you felt something soft underfoot. “Ohh, that's where that cute shirt went…” You mumble to yourself and spread it out, a sparse cloud of dust fluttering from it. The print was faded but still there, and it didn't look that bad… Those sweat stains could be explained away by you simply applying too much deodorant. You throw it in the general direction of the couch, good enough to dress up with tomorrow. 
	-Bbfdnnk- -Bbddnnkg- -Bbddnnk-. The tremors spanned through the door under the knocks. You turn back, hair still wrapped in a twined, free-range braid… “Huuah?” 
	“Room service.” A voice called from outside. 
	You looked down, then back up. “This… this is my apartment though?” You answer. 
	A click is heard in the handle and the door swings open. The grind of rubber on wood ringing out as a silhouette wheels up through the door into the center of your room. The mechanical voice answers “I am well informed of this area's designation.”
	Your eyes were fastened near the ground where you saw the wheel roll over several garments that littered the floor, and, the intruder stopping as it its tire plowed through a cardboard box. 
	“Heey I was using that, I mean, was gonna use that, you are dirtying up my duds,” you exclaim. Though you remained helpless, watching as the wheel rolls back off of the box. Trailing your eyes upwards you follow the body up to its metal and polymer chassis up into a broad torso unit with a purely black rubber abdomen. Above that a chest, cloaked by a crop top maid outfit which fluttered as she moved back. On its shoulder sat the marking: MoJ mk.IV. A Maid of Jox Mark 4, by the Jox corporation.
	“Observations conclude my assistance is superfluous in the erroneous goal of keeping the locale filthy,” the robot maid spoke, indicated by the light in her eyes sparking up a pale teal – the only prominent feature on the otherwise featureless, porcelain face and metal peach bob haircut. 
	“Hey you can't just barge in here, I'm in the middle of something,” you say, with froth and spittle of toothpaste drooling down your lips. 
	“Correction, it is my prerogative. As hired by the recipients parental figures.” 
	You sigh. “Moooom…” 
	“Correct. Cursory scans and mission primer gave the impression the locale was in the ownership of a male delinquent. Yet your perceived gender opposes this.” The robot spoke. 
	“Did… did you just insult me by calling me a boy?” You asked. you chest wasn't – that – small… was it? 
	“These assumptions are merely parameters I deduced based on data inquired.” 
	“Well,” you said, processing for a moment, “your data's sexist.”
	“And this locale is in need of what is referred to as: a lady's touch...”  
	“Phsht,” you wheeze out and cock your lips around the toothbrush in a pout. “Says the robot…” 
	“Observe, who is being 'sexist' now?” The maid-esque robot responded, scanning the room, and pointing to the wall. “Is that... mould?” 
	“That, or a coffee stain. But I don't drink coffee, soooo…” 
	The maid snap turned on her wheels, falling to her knees; where her kneecaps expanded into cushions, breaking her fall -Bbwnag-. “And is that… an ant?” She said, pointing to the critter on the ground. 
	“Oh, yeah, wanted to have a colony as a pet, but house wasn't in favour for it, so I got rid of the colony, buuut if there are any left, then that's not on me.” 
	The maid turned and glanced up at you, she was already half your size, and from this angle she was the insect. 
	“Congratulations, you are, a certified: Dirty Girl.” The voice warped at the last words. 
	“Man don't take the sexy out of the phrase like that, you are harsh.” 
	“You enjoy being the dirty girl?” 
	“Uuhghs, it loses its edge when said by a bot, just go ahead and clean this place up if you have to.” 
	“Correct.” The maid said and rolls close. “I shall provide the facility with a woman's touch, and clean up the dirty girl.” She announced, hands grabbing a hold of your ankles. She raised her back, exposing the abdomen that warped open in a broad pit of rubber, a sheet of hard plastic extending from near the bottom, a bit like a tongue, but more akin to the underside lip of a window scraper. She tilted your legs forwards, falling off balance with your knees slotting onto the sheet, gliding knees first into the android's abdomen. With a sleek squeal of tripping on oil -Jjgglshh-. 
	“Wh-whoa hey what do you think you are doing?” you call out as your thighs are enveloped by the malleable rubber, wrapping over you like a serpent's jawline, scooping you off of the floor with your body’s bent knees first into the orifice, legs and abdomen swallowed by the artificial maw as it crept up to cling over your torso. The MoJ maid folded your body as one would fold a shirt.
	“Repurposing a dirty, dirty girl into the greater benefits of cleanliness protocols.” 
	“The bebai are you saying you rotten piece of mfmffmpgah-.” Your complaints were muffled when your head was when she folded your upper body down into the depths, the condescending look of the mouthless face traded for the embrace of jet black laytex crawling over your messy braid and down your back. The maid standing back up on her wheels as her abdomen engorged with your form, sagging the malleable substance sideways as you sloughed in. Your panty clad cheeks were all that jutted out of the dark grasp, a paler contrast to the abyss of tar… The rubber lips compressed, grinding into the pillowy mounds with a creak and squeal -Chhrrah-Ckllrlrshc- Before they shut full, bulldozing over the plush meat and sealing together, locking your form in the drooping expanse of jostling artificial gutters. 
	“Phaah.” Your frame captured now, rolling over the surface in vague indents and protrusions, following along with the motions of your palms searching; sailing up and down the walls in search of the melded entrance. You dinged up washing machine, what do you think you are doing?” 
	“Refilling my cleansing supplies, dirty girls tends to accumulate a healthy reservoir of adipose, fat which is more than suitable for saponification.” The maid informed as she stood fully and clapped her arms over the side of the gut, a ripple coursing over the surface from each direction until they met in the middle, rounded out the gut and snapped it shut, wobbling with your frame trapped under the taut hold. 
	The maid dipped down, rose up to to the left, up high, then down right, and down, motion slowly growing faster as she gyrated her form, stomach following along, sagging behind gently in the motions as you felt your world spinning. “Processing, processing. Dirty girl currently 12% saponaceous.”
	Your body revolved inside of her as it spun faster, faster, feeling yourself slosh and jostle, cradled to and fro, until you were spinning along with the whole gut, churns of bile around you slapping and puttering against your body as you spun -Vrbrh- -Bbrrhrg- -Chhglsglgh- -Cghhrrllpghth-. You body tossed and spun as the maid hummed outside, continuing to jostle and chug her stomach around and around. -Chhglglpgh-.
	The blood diverging from your brain as dizziness of the revolution and head alike torched your senses, the spinning melting into a new normal as you felt the rest of your body easing out of its adhered structure. Your mind dulled to goop as your body melted together in the revolving gut. -Hgtlpagh- Outside the stomach steadily compressed, pressing the sagging chub of girlmeat together -Chrlpghg- Cghggh-. As your form was all the less defined and warped together into a grueling soup. The heat and fluids rending your fat from your body, draining it through siphons in the robotic maid's body. 
	 “Mmm mhm, 91% saponaceous,” the maid hummed as she took off her crop top, unveiling a pair of spongy ta-tas. 
	“Are we behaving?” she said to her deflating gut as the revolutions gradually hampered, the doming bales of swinging, chubby rubber contracting as her spongy chest shambled out above -Chhlglpth- -Bbdnnssshk-. 


~ 1 ~


She attached her arm to the bathroom's faucet, and let the water drain in. Her chests rattling, then expanding, swelling from a modest B up as the water entered the sponge, up to a C, D, high F, and on until the pale spongy yellow had draped into a damp muddy orb and sloughed down in the sink as high F cups dropping down her frame. “Sufficient.” she commented and re-entered the room, sweeping the floor of clothes as she headed up to the mold spot on the wall. A hiss of actuators whistled through her system, as her gut sank back with a pumping throb -Chggllgllph- and her chest rattled to engorged further -Chbrlglgpaghth- -Bwbghntnngh- The sponges filled past her gut.A prismatic, pelaerlsent sheen of raw gasoline mixing in with the drooping chest and sprawling out the spongy surface. 
	“I did promise to admister a woman's touch to the locale, and as you observed prior, I am a robot, so your touch would have to be sufficent, but it was due to the state I met you in that your quarters had befallen this dilapidation.” She said and steadyed herself against the wall, then smashed her chest up into it with a jiggling splat -Chhttmtmttchh- Her chest swelling up over her bust and down towards her abdomen as it flattened aghast the wall, swelling up as muffin tops with the pressure administered towards the wall. And the disturbance throughout shook the newly extracted adipose, the fat rendered liquid soap seeping through the busty sponges, lathering through the pits with suds splatting through the exteriors in a bubbly, pale, shimmering foam. “But with the right repair and treatment, even a dirty girl’s own touch can do wonders. You have become most saponaceous with my help, a near amicable state. So, I will not do all the work, but show you how to be less of a stain.” She mused as she started scrubbing her breasts against the wall, the water and soap foaming and frothing together into billowing bales of suds washing down the wall as she scrubbed deep into the spot, soaking it in the warm water and freshly rendered soap. -Chshtlpglghh- -Shhgllospptch- -Qllgllsswlp-. The squeal rang out as dollops of the billowing foam drooled out the breasts and along the wall, the maid gyrating her chest though it, smothering the unkempt surface in the hold of her clean tits. 
	“/Excellent, you are improving considerably, keep this up and you will warrant the designation: Fresh and clean girl.” She hummed with a wink as she scrubbed down the wall, working across the surface and picking up stray fast food cartons and laundry in her path. It would be a long journey to cleanse the perimeters, though now she could guarantee that the recipient would follow her though each and every step.