(<img alt="8O" src="./images/smilies/icon_eek.gif" title="Shocked"/>Bigger than a Car Macro is Seventy Feet?? ... many I've been imagining this city a whole LOT smaller than you are! Janet's a Vtol girl and I called her 18 feet! Better up that straight to thirty or fifty...)<br/><br/>(and well, I guess Janet'll jump in on Eric and May official like, then.)<br/><br/>It's all Bailey can do to keep from moaning as she slides down the tight, slimy length of Sophie's cock. The feeling is quite... intimate! and truth be told, Sophie is probably bigger than her old House... the girl has to clamp down hard on her kinks to only squirm as the heat pulls her deeper.<br/><br/>When she finally slips nto the pod like chamber, she makes a slow gasp of an entirely different type. The light surrounding her is... amazing. she's never been inside one of the high-tech Bio-mechs... it was especially rare since most had bought their own freedom, and started buying the freedom of their brothers and sisters.<br/><br/>But still... there was only one thing to do. Hesitatingly, Bailey lifts her hand... then takes a deep breath, and firmly presses it against the indicated screen.<br/><br/>00000000<br/><br/>The rumbling around Andy grows slightly louder... and suddenly he might see that the fleshy walls all around him are growing smaller! The giant halls and chambers are compressing, and the ground is suddenly a LOT more spongey and fleshlike... he's sinking slightly, up to his knees as the flesh grows softer...<br/><br/>"This is normal, Everyone!" A catgirl attendant... ironically the one that greeted Andy when he came into the airport, was shouting loud and clear over the crowd. "Hanna is a LIVING BEING, and she needs to relax her internals twice a day! This is perfectly safe, if a bit uncomfortable!"<br/><br/>The hallway keeps getting smaller...and is there a gurgling from the throat he just came out of?<br/><br/>000000<br/><br/>Janet blinks as Eric explains his tale... trying not to blush to much when she sees just HOW much high tech is in the pretty super-petite jet beside her.<span style="font-style: italic">I mean, I'm almost mil-spec myself, but <span style="font-weight: bold">damn!</span> what's her top speed?!</span><br/><br/>"Wait, wait, wait... let me get this straight." she addresses eric, the scrap-heap Biomech. "You've been salvaging yourself so long, that you don't even remember your original model? When were you activated? and who's your MOTHER?"