The five couples, each consisting of a young woman and an older family member, stepped forward as the golden gates opened.

“Welcome!” an exotically-beautiful, late-thirtysomething woman came forward from the factory entrance wearing a colorful ringmaster-type outfit that was cut to hug her hourglass figure. “Welcome, golden dildo winners!” The woman, of indeterminate ethnic origin with her dark curly hair, lightly-bronzed skin, and almond eyes, struck a pose for the gathered press who remained on the other side of the gate before giving them a dismissive wave. With a beckon to her fresh entourage, she strode forward, the families following attentively.

The rainbow-colored sign above the large factory entrance said “Willi Fokker’s Toy Factory”. Wilhelmina Fokker had come out of nowhere ten years ago, taking the sex toy industry by storm and transforming it forever. The finders of the five golden dildos that were included in the packaging of the sex toys they bought were invited to the factory, along with a single family member each, to see what new, amazing things Willi was working on, and it was announced that there would be a super-secret, life-changing surprise for one of those winners.

“It’s amazing, Grandpa,” Charlene Boldt told her much older companion. The nineteen-year-old blonde, recently graduated from high school, looked around as they passed through the entryway. She was short, but with bouncy C-cups under her tank top. The old man, who had cared for her since her parents had passed away years ago, nodded.

Willi stopped before a metal counter, pumped some lotion from one of the plastic bottles there, and rubbed her hands together. “Please use some of this jizzberry lotion ... it disinfects, with a little extra something-something that’ll make you feel great!” She winked at her audience and gave her hands a sniff. They did as directed, marveling at the compelling scent. When they were done, the showwoman opened the next door.

The elder Mr. Boldt felt his hands tingling before he started feeling strange between his legs. Unbidden, his penis started filling with blood for the first time in years. Glancing over at the other two men who seemed to be in their early forties, he noticed that they were likewise looking sheepish, their slacks tenting out as they tried to cover up. He also noticed that the women were looking pink-faced, the older ones fanning their decolletage.

“Not much to see in the main area, other than my robotic minions getting things shipped out.” Willi swept her arm across the large, high-ceilinged area as white-shelled automatons of all shapes and sizes lifted palettes of large boxes and loaded them onto sleek-looking trucks. Small, squat bots trundled about, sweeping up any leftover detritus.

“Do you have any human employees, Ms. Fokker?” asked one of the older male visitors. “My company has been looking to invest in robotics and AI to cut costs.”

Their host turned to give the man a once-over. He was well-dressed in a three-piece suit, his gray hair slicked back. “Mister Pepper! And daughter Veronica, if I recall.” At the girl’s nod, she continued, “I had some human employees, but they ... disappointed me. Once the technology became viable, they were all let go. It’s better in many ways, but there’s nothing quite like the human touch.” She gave his daughter a measuring look followed by a grin.

The nineteen-year-old Veronica Pepper was brown-haired, slim, and absolutely gorgeous, with fake D-cups her father had bought her for her eighteenth birthday. She gave the industrialist a measured smile back, the expression not quite reaching her eyes.

“Anyway, onward!” The flashy woman turned and led them to a door on the far side of the room.

Unseen as the people went, the robots stopped what they were doing and turned, their sensors following the newcomers until they were out of sight. Then they returned to their tasks.

Augustine Toop and her mother Bess looked closer at the strap-on harness sitting on the counter. As Willi’s voice faded into the distance along with the rest of the tour group, Augustine, a voluptuous, brown-haired nineteen-year-old, lifted the sex toy in the air, their host’s warning to look but not touch forgotten by the pair of sex toy enthusiasts. The 8-inch penile attachment looked incredibly real, with veins and a heft to it that you just didn’t get with silicone.

“Put it on me, will you, Augie?” Bess asked as she pulled off her slacks and underwear. She was an older version of her curvy daughter, with DD breasts versus her daughter’s D’s.

The younger woman easily fastened the harness in place around the MILF’s hips from behind, amazed at how intuitive the contraption was, then gasped as her mother turned around. With the peach-beige color of the straps, she could swear that her mother actually had a cock!

“Oh dear,” Willi exclaimed as she and the rest of the tour group rounded the corner to re-enter the strap-on room. The Toop family, she knew, had an incredible appetite for sex toys, as evidenced by how many they had purchased in order to win the invitation. Unlike the rich Pepper family, though, the voluptuous Toops used all the toys they bought.

“Mommm ... stoppp...”

The other four couples gasped as they beheld Augustine Toop bent over one of the counters, the voluptuous young woman’s skirt pulled up and a large, hairy, brown-haired man raping her from behind.

“Well, I did say don’t touch anything,” Willi commented. “Best stay back, everyone.” She pulled out a remote control and hit a red button.

Augustine was jammed into the counter again and again as the bestial man her mother had become fucked her hard with that thick, eight-inch prong. Despite the insanity of the situation, she could feel an orgasm bubbling up from deep inside. “Ohh...” She’d been horny ever since entering the factory. “Fuck ... oh God ... OH GOD!” Then she was cumming hard.

“RAAHHR!” the brute bellowed and thrust deep.

“Ohh-OHHHH!” Augustine cried out as she felt a hot pulsing deep inside, right at the mouth of her womb. Her orgasm redoubled on itself as her mother somehow inseminated her with incestuous sperm. “UHH! OHH!”

The bestial man who had been Bess Toop pulled out, turned toward the tour group with his still-hard and dripping cock, and growled.

Sentinel robots burst into the room and surrounded the masculine aggressor. Finding that he was blocked in, he turned and leapt back atop his orgasm-drunk daughter.

“Ohh ... Momm! OHH! Again? Ugh! Ugh! Uhh...”

Willi spoke up, distracting everyone from the rutting couple “C’mon, everyone, the robots will take care of them.” She turned toward another door.

“But what happened?” a redheaded young woman asked.

Willi turned to her. “It’s Daisy, right? Well, some of my toys are works in progress. Don’t worry, they’ll be fine.”

Daisy looked back as the door closed behind them, cutting off the grunting sound of Augustine’s mother sperming her child again. The athletic redhead felt her B-cup breasts tingle and wondered how it would feel to be taken in such an animalistic fashion.

Back in the previous room, the robots started to sing:

“Beep boop, Augustine Toop, Filled with your mother’s cream. This is the first, but not the worst, Part of Willi’s scheme.”

The young woman in question, barely aware as she was held immobile in a ‘mating press’ by her transformed mother, groaned as she felt that big, hot cock swelling inside her once again.

“Ugh, feeling a bit dirty after that,” Willi announced as she spurted more of that delicious-smelling cream onto her hands from a bottle located in a convenient cubbyhole along the long corridor they were traversing. She waited until everyone else followed suit, noting that she hadn’t even had to ask. Then she strode to another door. “The toys here are more solitary-focused.” She directed their attention to dildos, butt plugs, stroker masturbators, and even some S&M toys like whips and paddles.

“Daisy?” Mrs. Bair, her mother, also a redhead, looked around for her daughter. “Daisy?!” She followed a faint keening from the corner. There, on the floor, hidden by a counter, she found her daughter, the young woman’s athletic pants around her ankles and a thick, plastic dildo embedded inside her wet pussy.

“Oh, Mom, this feels so good!” the fit young woman moaned as she stroked the plastic phallus into her wanton depths.

“Sweetie, Ms. Fokker told us not to touch anything!”

“It’s ... unh ... just a dildo, Mom ... oh Godd...”

“Oh dear.”

The redheads turned to see Willi there, looking concerned.

“It won’t turn her into a man, will it?!” Mrs. Bair demanded of her host.

“Oh, nothing like that, no ... but we should take it out before...”

“I’m cumming!” Daisy cried out, her mouth lolling open as her orgasm overwhelmed her.

“ ... that.” Willi pulled out her remote control and pressed the red button again.

“Ohmigoddd ... it’s throbbing...” Daisy moaned as she continued to cum. “Ugh ... ugh ... is it ... a spurting dild-oooh?”

Willi gave her an apologetic look. “Um, yes, but...”

“But?!” Mrs. Bair demanded.

“It doesn’t have an off switch.”

“What does that mean?” The older woman’s eyes widened as her daughter, her orgasm finally petering off, pulled up her top and gasped as her flat stomach started to expand.

“Jesus! Get that out of her!” Mrs. Bair grabbed at the base of the dildo, but it was stuck fast.

“That won’t work ... it has an expanding knot, kind of like a dog’s penis, that won’t go down until it’s finished,” Willi explained.

“But you said it doesn’t have an off switch!” Mrs. Bair started hyperventilating as she pulled uselessly at the malfunctioning toy.

“Yeah, we’re working on that. Don’t worry, here are my dev bots ... they should be able to disable its power supply.”

Small, humanoid-like robots ran into the room and descended upon Daisy, chittering to each other in some high-pitched language as they examined the situation. The young woman, her eyes unfocused and her tongue lolling out, looked like she was six months pregnant now.

“Help her! How can so much liquid be inside that little thing?”

“It’s not inside it,” Willi explained. “The device has a wormhole generator. We’re still figuring it out, but we think that one drop of every human ejaculation occurring right now in the world is being channeled through it once it activates. Just one drop, but with eight billion people on the planet, well...”

“FUUUUCK!” Daisy screamed as she came again.

“Oh nooo!” Mrs. Bair moaned.

“No, this is a good thing,” Willi continued. “Her uterus will open up and take some of the pressure off.”

“Uhhh ... uhnngh...” The teen redhead’s eyes rolled up into her head as she felt her deepest, most personal place invaded by a hot torrent of humanity’s sperm. However, her stomach was still expanding. She looked like she was about to give birth to twins.

The bots nodded to each other and one reached forward a metal claw. A spark flew from it to the sex toy and Daisy screamed as she came hard again. A few seconds later, she collapsed, unconscious.

Willi stepped forward to examine the situation. “There we go! Good job, boys ... no pop this time.”

Mrs. Bair held her daughter’s head in her lap. “Pop?”

Willi fanned out her hands and pressed her lips together. “Pop! Okay, the bots will take care of you, and the rest of us will continue the tour.”

Mrs. Bair sobbed softly as she remained to care for her daughter. She still couldn’t remove the dildo, the stuck toy ensuring that the huge amount of sperm remained to soak into Daisy’s womb.

After the others left, the robots chittered to each other in binary:

“Daisy Bair, didn’t care, Pumped full of cum, Very athletic, also pathetic, And really, really dumb.”

“Ms. Fokker? Mikayla Perez.”

“Yes, Miss Perez?” Willi gave the curvy Latina girl a quick once-over as they walked, as well as her father, a handsome older man with similar light brown features.

The girl looked up at her, hopeful. “The contract mentioned we’d have the chance to design our own sex toys? And you’d compensate us?”

“Oh, yes, that clause. Good timing, as we’re coming up to the labs.” Willi cleaned her hands using another nearby lotion bottle, and the Perez and Pepper families followed suit.

Mr. Boldt, though, gave his granddaughter’s shoulder a squeeze when she moved toward it, holding her fast. Both times he’d used it before, his long-unused manhood had roared back to life, his erectile dysfunction mysteriously cured. He was of the mind that it was doing something else to the women.

Their host led them through a pair of double doors and into a large, white-walled area. “In here, my bots come up with the ideas themselves. Most don’t go anywhere, but even failures can help. I think it was Edison who said that he found ten thousand ways not to make a light bulb back in the day, right?”

Mikayla heard a clunk on the other side of a couple of large white, egg-shaped structures about the size of sheds, and headed around to see. There, a small automaton, one of the ones Willi had called ‘dev bots’, was picking up what looked to be a headset from the floor. Upon seeing the young woman, it held out the device. She picked it up, took a closer look at it and the open door to the structure, and her eyes widened.