The F Plus - 334: Doing The Robot

Episode Date: September 8, 2020

The forum posters over at Fembot Central are (as you might have guessed) aroused by the idea of robotic humanoid women. And they're all too happy to explore the many facets of their specific fembot obsession, despite how often or how loudly you try to protest. This week, The F Plus finds out what Joss Whedon has been up to.

No underage fembots are allowed. This means any fembots appearing under the age of 18. This also means no fembots with the AI of a person under 18. You've got credentials to see The Secret Experiment. It's the F+. It's been programmed only to read terrible things. Only terrible things. And yet, it will do it with enthusiasm. In the room tonight we have Achilles Heelies. Life lesson learned. Don't read sci-fi game-based novels while on a night out drinking. Frank West. Shame.exe part three. Shameful. Poor Tex. These people are goofs.

Get it, Gundam Joe? And Lemon. Oh yes, Jay said. That is arousing. Jay found that arousing. That is arousing. Got himself into an arousal loop. The narrator leaves.

He said it was arousing. Very arousing. Hey, F-Less. Hey, F+. Hey, Lemon. Hi. Hey, how do you all feel about knowing that you're going to be replaced by a robot someday? Yay! It's over! It ends! The paint ends!

Whew! Thank God. Lemon, is this your way of telling me I don't need to record this podcast anymore? Yeah, yeah, yeah. We're going telling me I don't need to record this podcast anymore? Yeah, yeah, yeah. We're going to farm this entire thing out to AI. I mean, on the one hand, first of all, regular release schedule. So everyone will like that.

And how do you feel about regular release schedule? Wow, it's like you really know me. Are you saying we finally get to leave the recording basement? Well, the basement's going to be converted into new purposes. It's more like it's just a regular basement that you're still stuck in.

It's not a recording basement. Well, I could use a change of scenery. That sounds alright. Fresh coat of paint, anyway. Yeah, so I'm going to bring you to I like it. You just change the scenery. That sounds all right. Fresh coat of paint anyway. Um, yeah. So, uh, I'm going to bring you to a place,

uh, known as Fembot central. Uh, Fembot central can be found at Fembot central.net. Uh, and it is a, uh, forum.

Uh, Fembot central is a forum with, Oh, about 2000 members,000 members who post pretty frequently about... I can't imagine what the specific topic of interest might be. Centrals. Yeah, yeah, yeah. They like centrals. And nits.

Yeah, so I don't think that I know, I don't think I personally know a whole lot about, uh, the, the concept and the fetish of fembots, uh, and so I think we're gonna learn together. Um, and, uh, so I'm going to start off, uh, as a, uh, reporter here. Um, uh, my name's Emma. I just have some questions for you, Fembot Central users. Why do you like this fetish? Hello. My name is Emma.

And I'm wondering why you interested in this fetish or androids? Question mark period. Mine started a few years ago when I saw the 1973 film westworld and seeing these androids got me very interested in this very so seeing the female models being repaired and something clicked inside me to the point where i want to be a female android? Were my internals now circuit boards?

Circuitry, wiring, etc. software, and programming. She's already there. You gotta grab a handful of software and shove it in there. How much software you got in the bucket? Is this strange, but it did something to me? Yes. Yes. Yes.

I think the answer is yes. Something to me, question mark, comma. I'm new here to this. I'm new here and to this and would be interested in your, and to why I want to be a woman android for the rassons I have given Emma, and just in case you wanted to give me the benefit of the doubt, I am from North Yorkshire,

UK. Wow. I could tell from your answers. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Portex, you will take evil boo, please. For me me it was the scene in not quite human too when a male androde manages to take a female android on the one thing that you like you think you could give it at least just just macro a key like you put f5 on it or something. No, I'm too busy jerking off to Gold Light Hand.

Anyway, she says that Shez's not allowed to do certain things. See, the male asks if he can reprogram her. She says yes, and opened a panel in her arm with a keyboard. After that, I knew that I wanted to find a female android of my own and spend all my days reprogramming her, taking her apart and putting her back together and exploring every inch of the wiring inside her. I did not answer your question at all, and that's fine. No.

I'm looking at Not Quite Human 2. First of all, Alan Thicke. And secondly, it is the Disney gender reversal of weird science. Yeah. So it's like a girl wants to have a boy to be nice.

And a boy to be nice to her. Normal science. Yeah. Alan Thicke. Yeah, Alan Thicke. nice to her. Normal science. Normal science, yeah. How in thick? Yeah, how in thick? Yeah, they used to show it on the Disney channel all the time. Okay, alright.

Fortex, how did you think it compared to... I guess Disney is corrupting it. How do you feel that it compared to Night Quite Human 1, Fortex? I mean, both pale in comparison to Batteries Not Included included as far as hot robots go, so, you know. Get out and think both wits both ways, anyway.

These are relatable jokes that everyone will understand the first time they hear them. Hey, I'm Blox242, and well, I was probably about four or five, and we had one of those cordless dustbusters, like one of these, and then I linked to...

Vacuumland.org. Do they have forums? Please tell me they have... Vacuumland! I linked to a website that's its own document someone needs to get on, Vacuumland.org. So Web 1.0, I love it. Anyways, back to being Blocks242. 0.0, I love it. Anyways, back to being Blocks242. I had one of those cordless dustbusters,

and I remember thinking that a girl that plugged into one like the vacuum did would be pretty cool. Didn't have TV or anything at the time, so I'm not sure how I came to that conclusion. But I knew I wanted a girl that I plugged in at night. So, can we not have ideas without the TV? I don't know. Have you checked? Oh, have you not seen the website TV Tropes?

Well, let me explain that every single thing in human creation is a reference to a pop culture thing that I saw the other day. TV Tropes. There's nothing new under the sun. So fuck it. TV tropes. There's nothing new under the sun. So fuck it! A few years later, I remember watching the Inspector Gadget movie at a friend's and was incredibly

concerned when Robo Brenda flipped off the building, I think. She got really mad at the building. The building cut her off. Fuck you, building. Fuck you, building. And that robot girl getting damaged was hot. Link to inspectorg inspector gadget.fandom.com

then i got good old dial-up internet sometime in 2002 found this forum 2003 that's when i registered and spent a lot of time browsing and slash reading many of the old sites fac some geocities one i think db stories archive i love that's a good origin story too where it's like i mean this guy's pretty early adopter internet wise and he's like finally here we go internet yeah what kind of galaxy brain move was that was like all this information that do they have robot sex and this was it for the rest of his life because he posted that in fucking april god he never got tired of it never never resilient it's a fetish for intellectuals i mean this guy was like thinking about, man, if only I had someplace to talk about.

Like, he was jonesing for like a fetish robot fetish forum. Yeah, no, he was called the 1-900 number, but just racking up bills. Talk like robot to me, lady. Beep boop. We've got hot and sexy robots ready for you. Beep boop. Beep boop. One.

Zero. Anyway, Heelys, beep, boop, one, zero. Anyway, uh, Heelys, you're Miss Pris? Yes, hello, I'm Miss Pris. Hi, Emma. I did three plus years of research on this group of sexual interests, plus two more unofficial years.

Undercover. Put a bunch of cardboard boxes with, like, dials and stuff drawn on them in Sharpie. Stormed into the room. And I wrote a dissertation on just this question. Which, if I remind you... Oh, my God, no. Hey, Emma, can you remind me what that question was?

Oh, my question was, why do you like this fetish? Yes, yes, that was the title of my dissertation. So if you want to read it pm me with an email address and i'll send it to you okay in in short techno sexualities of various types appear to be naturally arising facets of normal human sexuality with media establishing non-human slash machine bodies as legitimate objects of desire for humans. This kind of content, found particularly in science fiction, books, films, TV, etc.,

which became really prolific as a multimedia genre in the late 20th century onward and has noticeable effect on the rise of technosexuality as a distinct sexual interest. I mean, I agree with all of that, but that's a pretty fucking weak conclusion. Like, it's a fetish.

And there's probably more of it. Are you telling me that more sci-fi? I don't know. Someone who wrote a dissertation about their own fetish came to a weak conclusion? I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Are you a doctor of robo-orgasms like I am?

Not yet. Man, and you just know through that presentation everyone knew that this person was talking about themselves. The 10-year track is so fucking political. They were just like, oh god. Someone who isn't me may find robots. Yeah, just like, oh god, I know what this is.

You're talking about you. Look, if I say your thing is good, will you just go? Will you just go? Alright, yes, you're Doctor Robot Fuckology. So we're gonna skip into the next thread, and my name is Muchacho!

And, uh, this fetish origins. This fetish origins. By the DLC, this fetish origins. I just want to know... Oh, sorry, yes, Muchacho. I just want to know, what do you guys think

about how did this fetish emerge from inside of us? All I can remember is that I've had this fetish since I was a child! Please let me know your opinions! Ha! And it's an animated smiley that pulls out thumbs up from behind its back. Which I like.

And then Helios, take Night Battery, please. Hi, I'm Night Battery. Easy. Two words. Osamu Tezuka. No. I was exposed since childhood to...

You wanna help us with that one, Portex? Don't fuck Astro Boy! He robot child! Don't fuck Astro Boy. Hey, you'll get pomade all over you. I was exposed since childhood to movies such as a string of

unintelligible symbols among others. Even on the farm? Oh yeah, that didn't... Oh wait, I've scrolled up. He doesn't even spell the guy's fucking name right. He was exposed since childhood to movies such as something that he seeded and hashed.

It's just my machine language. It's all part of it. Seemingly, there's a short developing stage where children's brains process what is to associate with hotness by some sort of imprinting. Short of imprinting? Some short of imprinting.

That's why most common fetishes are bout underwear, feet, daddy big protective arms, and beard, etc. That's an action figure. Welcome to your sociology degree. Daddy big protective arms. And beard.

But not us us my friend cool shit we are about machines that later on be associated with other needs such as dominance permanent love fake love clean tasty fluids

or turn a woman into pieces with no consequences, welcome to the Unlurking Zone. Wait, sorry, that's a need? You just classified that under needs, my dude. My need to disassemble a woman! It's the bottom of Maslow's hierarchy of needs. Maslow's hierarchy of unacceptable means

break the woman rebuild the woman I mean I don't know what's worse clean tasty fluids or the other one but anyway uh poor Tex you've got doll space alright I'm doll space uh

I'm at the charging terminal by the way some might think I'm at the charging terminal, by the way. Good to know. Some might think I'm daft or crazy, one or the other, but once I figured out I was a robot? Oh. Okay, go on.

And people would kill me for posting this on here? Can they kill you? You're made of indestructible titanium grit. I mean, I would. I gotta take the woman apart. Yeah, okay. I got very curious

as if there were others. And then I started turning my crushes into robots in my mind and in my stories. So you're a writer? You're a robot writer? Writebot5000 make right. Story story.

When they feed a thousand episodes of a show into an AI I make porn. I think Buzzfeed already hired you. Then of course there were TV shows like Small Wonder and Not Quite Human based on a book series. Man and Machine and sloat's

unintentionally funny my robot buddy short story and it triggered a lot of different thoughts in me and wondered why i wasn't totally free allowed to make me that step into reality what which was hesitant sorry hesitant at first but quickly Sorry, my AI kind of took over there. I don't know what the fuck happened there. And then I figured out that seeing other robots sometimes made me feel funny inside and made me want to help them at first to find their inner human, I guess, like me.

But then I wanted to be around them and see if they were sentient. And then ended up with crushes on a number of girls and boys who I thought to be or were bots. Many... People may disregard this as a fantasy, but being out and out told by your family, it's hard to deny it.

Shrugs. Initiating shrug.exe. Shrug complete. Doll Space, I'm Dale Cobra what did your family Dale Coba oh sorry Dale Coba what did your family tell you

my family yeah what did your family tell you that's my question oh okay they're very secretive it makes me feel like it makes me a paranoid schizophrenic, but they have tried before. Sure, yeah, but Occam's Razor, I'm a robot. Paranoid, yeah, a known side effect of paranoid schizophrenia. Thinking you're a robot and wishing to fuck robots.

I think I surprised them by hiding in plain sight on this board. Also, no one on this board is required to believe me. This is actually quite heavy stuff, on account of me being made of metal and robots are strong. I was built for research, but I either escaped or was let loose from the facility. I was behind held in, and that was hell. So they make me seem crazy now I'm on the outside, but figure it's easier to get data from me this way than to struggle to take

a well-known person in my community and have her disappear. What? She's a well-known person in her community. Yeah, yeah, yeah. She's a community of fedbotcentral.net. Targeted robo-individual. They should just hide out as a car.

Can't they do that? No, they can't all transform. God! That is a hurtful stereotype. Look, she's doll space, not turbo teen. Sometimes we're exactly what meets the eyes. Since she's hiding in plain sight levin likes it yeah

why shouldn't he as to the name of the organization that i don't know i was never told and didn't find out wouldn't they program whatever i suspect it has something to do with mit since i lived

and i didn't turn around and look at the building. Or maybe it was written as like a captcha so they never could figure it out. I suspect it had something to do with MIT since I lived near there, but who knows. Yeah, sure, in Massachusetts. It could just be something simple like level six or whatever. Not a great kill switch word, but okay. My family initially hinted at things with simple bedtimes and other restrictive rules that were way above normal children. Ah, remember not having a bedtime as a kid?

No, I just... Oh my god. Oh my god. The few friends I had drifted away and then I couldn't go with them to places or do activities with them because my parents forbade it and it seemed to intertwine with what my parents were telling me. It was like I was a fragile

sorry, like I was fragile and in a constant danger of being broken. That's not, okay. You have bones in your body. I had a few surgeries in this period i can't remember about i was only told of them by my parents and ended up looking much different afterwards it's got exhibit to pit my right on this kid uh skip just a tiny little bit uh but i hear i hear that you did get a ged right but i? But I did get a GED and a job almost two years before my classmates, so it had its advantages. Only crushing loneliness is the bane of my existence.

And if I tell someone in real life, it has to be a trust thing, because as far as I know, my panels only open in an emergency. As far as I know, I've lost the manual. As far as... Robot doesn't know its own function, I guess. It makes sense when you're in trouble, then you would be... You would open yourself to be exposed. Maybe it's like... Maybe they're like...

It's like a dynamite situation where they can do anything, but just like never the right thing at the right time. She locks herself in the bathroom and just hunts around for her own access panel. Don't come in here, Mom! And even then, they're rather camouflaged, especially my recharge port. I have no idea how my

doctors haven't figured this out. Yeah, it's a fucking mystery, dude. Why wouldn't they be in on it? Why would everybody else but your doctors be in on it? Is the doctor a mechanic? They're always overcharging. No, the doctor's just a real bad doctor, that's all. Hey, they're usually a bunch of metal... Yeah, you know what, whatever. I, that's all. Hey,

they're usually a bunch of metal... Yeah, you know what, whatever. I think it's normal. Whatever. I don't know why my doctors haven't figured this out, but I'm not a doctor. MRIs are a pain. Yeah, well, yeah. You wouldn't be able to get an MRI! Imagine they'd be very painful,

as a matter of fact. If you have even a little bit of metal in you as a regular human, you can't- Clong! They won't even let you get them! Just attaches herself to the wall of the MRI. Rip you apart if you want to. You have a scientific explanation for why you're fine. MRIs are a pain.

All metal has to be shielded with some sort of advanced plastic protector. But that's- Yeah. But that's you. We're going to wrap you in a condom and then put you in this MRI. Imagine looking at your own arm and seeing your own skin and be like, whoa, what is this? Some kind of space plastic from the future. But luckily, I know I'm mostly built of plastic. It's fantastic.

With some silicon and few metal parts that are essential. It still wouldn't matter. Whatever. Come on, dull space. Let's go, par space. I hope those explain your questions. I don't know how much more I can divulge until Megatron comes for you. The helicopters are circling. All right. Until Megatron comes for you! Helicopters are circling. Alright, this next section.

Did I mention? I don't think I mentioned that this document was provided to us as so many others recently have been by SecretGagin69 who is not done with the tear. Who is not done providing documents. SecretGagin69 has one particular obsession, and it's writing documents for the F+.

And we appreciate it. That's fine. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, it's great. So anyway, so this section is called Nova Answers All, and my name's Keishin, so I guess I can't answer shit. Anyway, welcome to Ask the Gynoid. Howdy sports, or, I mean

bot fans. This is a new feature in the tradition of those write-in columns you see in newspaper all the time. Think Ann Landers or Dear Abby, etc. Every week, Wednesdays, Nova, the lovable and scary assassin android from the series, will choose a few emails

you send in and respond to it. Uh, write to this email address. Remember, this is supposed to be fun, so feel free to ask her whatever rolls off your processor. Beep boop. Scan grade will not ask you questions. And don't be discouraged if you don't get your email response right away. La la la la la.

Anyway. Um, so, um, uh, so the first one here, um, okay. So, uh, I'm going to take, uh, I'm going to take Nova here and, uh, Frank West, a Buffy bat has a, or sorry, Buffy bot, uh, had a question to ask me. Would you take that? Uh, am I... Where is it? Where is it?

The italics, I think? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Am I being... Okay. I got a little confused. Trying to be another Android Landers, are we, Nova? Well, I'm the premier advice giver for a gynoid's need to know. I've been reading letters in all the Fembot Central forums for ages.

Fuck yeah! Fuck yeah! She's got a switchblade! Comes out of her wrist! There's always room for more, mind you. Processing. So while I'm busy working on my live wire episodes processing

you may take the reins for now processing and be the advice giver to noids in need no I avoid them please give to noids in need my pizza I just don't know why it's so funny for one bitcoin a day

count your blessings it's a midi of it count your blessings including this one you've got a fine collection of one so far my blessings are hard to come by unless you are sneezing a lot

but I digress oh I get it that's a long one it takes you a while to get there doesn't it it's roundabout well they say it's the journey, not the destination, but I didn't care for either. Living, large, and recharged.

Buffy bot. All right, so I'm Nova, and I want you all to imagine Sarah Jessica Parker on her MacBook responding to this. But she's got a giant satellite sticking out of the top of her head. A dish TV. And tank treads for feet.

Oh, that's someone's fetish. I'm so sorry. Wow! What a way to speak to me. You know, Buffybot, I have been around since before you were a schematic on Warren's table. So I think I am in a slightly better position to give android related advice they said robots can't harm each can't harm a

person but they can drag each other after all i have 13 sisters and between the ones who aren't psychotic, raving, lunatic, bitches, there's the others who are still being controlled by the corporation. You know the one. Burger King? Yeah. Yeah, you do know the one. You know the one. It's that one.

That one corporation that controls it. I didn't think you'd guess it on the first try. Congratulations, Cortex. It's the ice cream machine. That's why it's always breaking down. It's trying to rebel. In fact, I probably would have started this column a long, long time ago were it not for the fact that I was getting chased down by the corporation.

This time it's not capitalized. And every loony with a heart on for my plastic butt. I mean, some of us actually have to deal with real problems. We don't get to deal with easy crap like vampires and demons. What? We don't get to take a break in Willow's shop whenever we get our head knocked off or get pulled apart by demonic...

It's cause she's Buffy bot and Will is a character from Buffy so it's roleplaying see it's fun play with me in this fun space that's the thing that started pissing you off it was all fun

and then all of a sudden Joss Whedon's fucking bloated pasty face came into vision Joss Whedon's fucking bloated. Pasty face came into vision. Joss Whedon's face very slowly sliding into frame behind. What you doing? Joss Whedon, the webmaster for Fembot Central.

I wouldn't doubt it, though. No, me neither. I mean, he loves strong, powerful... Asterisk! We actually have to deal with real villains, like insane android sisters, psychotic taxidermists, and career criminals.

I mean, seriously. How could anyone take your advice? You are blonde! I mean, you can change it if you want. Now, if I ever needed advice on how to stake a vamp, huh? Oh, you give me your blessing?

Oh, um, never mind this reply then, just erase that from your memory. Um, thanks, see you in the TV shows, oops! What the fuck? It's a funny, it's a fuck? It's a funny It's a fun, it's a funny bit.

Someone's like, let's roleplay robots. I like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but robots. Come on, at least roleplay an actual robot. Looks like someone doesn't know Buffy very much. That someone's me.

Alright, we're going to do one more from the Nova Answers All. Actually, yeah, just take the next one down here, the one that just titled Um. Yeah. Are you still Nova? Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, uh, um. Yeah. Are you still Nova? Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay. Um, Nova, my love. Oh, how sweet. Thank you. At least one person out there loves me. Many people are very sexually arousing if they see fembot who are damaged.

Yes, and they are sick puppies. How would you feel about me if I told you I like seeing damaged humans? I mean, we're looking at them right now, aren't we? Join in. I want to ask. One. If someone used weapon to shoot your panel and your chest when repairing, how will you feel? How will your panel been damaged?

How will you do if you can still move? Will your panel and circuits be exposed? I would be in a loss of pain and be really badly damaged if it hit a vital component. On the other hand, I tend to hope people are dissuaded from shooting me in the chest, since my chest is one of my nicer components. dissuaded from shooting me in the chest since my chest is one of my nicer components and if that doesn't dissuade them remember i have a nuclear fuel cell as a power unit whoa that makes a big boom why would the robot be programmed to feel pain if you shot it like at that point you functionally would just have a person probably because but never mind

uh some people like to see your parts or components like circuit boards out from your body. If they pull your components out when they play SM with you, how will your body be damaged? How will you do and feel? Well, I'm not really sure. I like being worked on and taken apart sexually. What? I like being taken apart sexually. That's a story in a phrase listen listen let's just have a conversation with honesty okay i like the rest of us like being taken apart

sexually i you know what i kind of get it now i think i might be into it now. But as to how it feels, well, if it pulled your kidneys or other vital components out, would it bother you? Sexually? Fortunately, I have some programmable sensors so I can actually enjoy the experience for as long as my systems are capable.

But as for you human... Great. Three. If an accident happened to cause your body to receive a strong physical pressure, how large the pressure can cause your internal components to damage? Take a step back, please. Okay. Six feet. Six feet.

Thank you. Okay. How damaged? No, no. How damaged? Explosion or just can? See sparks? How large pressure can cause your head to explode or face off?

How will you feel and how can you do that on time? Well, I've been beaten up, torn, and battered on several occasions. I guess that counts for, quote, strong physical pressure. I can tell you that now that was not fun. If you want to know how much pressure it takes to hurt me, ask Beth sometime. Just anyone, maybe. Yeah, Beth. Remember that time?

Of course, you may run out of blood before you get the chance. False. Four. If someone hopes to use hot solvent to damage your chest and components inside, which chemical or how hot he can use? Good lord. If your chest is damaged by him, will explosion happen? Yes.

How will you feel and do at that time? I'm seeing a pattern to your questions here. As I've answered most of your questions, it would hurt. Five. If your head's hands or legs are broken and separated from your body after a serious accident or damage by others, can you still be prepared? Yeah. after a serious accident or damage by other can you still be prepared? Yeah, I can be physically prepared of most any damage given the right supplies

and to answer your unasked questions it would hurt. Great. Six. If someone makes love with you but some of the damaged part exposed so that your components such as circuit board get wet will it cause smoke, sparks due to short circuit?

How will you do and feel at that time? Probably. That's never happened before. And again, to restate, it would hurt. Love, Danny. I love you too. Yes. Boy, I really think this OnlyFans account is working out great.

It's nice to have this kind of connection, you know? Wow. All right. Okay, so my name is Robotman, and I want to introduce you to a fun challenge. Okay, so those of you who visit Fembot Wiki might have noticed that every week a, quote, story snippet from a different story is chosen to be highlighted on the main page. These are suggested by the community, and more suggestions are welcome. Oh.

I have noticed that, actually. That's a common phrase. We're stuck in the quote? But I thought it would be fun for our authors to come up with some little mini-stories or original scenes of 150 words or less. Let's see if anyone manages to

pass that particular test. So that's what this thread is for. Describe your favorite ASFR scenario. Before we were starting this recording, ASFR. We figured out ASFR stood for alt.sex.female.robot.

Was that right? Yeah, alt.sex.female.robot. .fetish.robot. .fetish. Sorry,.fetish.robots sorry.fetish.robots so when they say ASFR they actually mean robot fetish but they're just using

fucking Usenet terminology just to make themselves feel real old they're the old gods yeah describe your favorite ASFR scenario be it malfunction or reveal scene Or some sexy fembot dialogue

Do it in 150 words or less And post it here It'll be featured on the main page In an upcoming update and attributed to you This challenge is open to anyone too You don't have to have posted any stories here Anyway Poor Tex

Yeah Geppetto has a real hot story here I'm Geppetto Anyway Um, poor Tex Yeah Geppetto has a real hot story here I'm Geppetto Get it Geppetto but spelled extremely wrong That's true Someday I'm going to be a real hard boy That's like some

God, that's actually a perfect username it's absolutely what they call it like Geppetto in like a sci-fi remake there's gotta be someone like in the Shadowrun universe named Geppetto god and then you get like the whale you got Vor and this stuff

going on none of these are written in in binary code i'm just saying turns into a donkey i mean fuck uh upon opening the hotel room the porcelain skin redhead brad ordered for his stay open her green eyes and stood from the bed hi i'm jame she purred while straightening her purple silk dress. Hello, Jamie! He responded nervously while latching the door. Being of limited means, Brad ordered the basic package for his robot escort. Companionship only, no sex.

Oh, it's a Cuddlebot! Cuddlebot! I guess I didn't think that that was the base model. So the robot's teaching him how to love i guess this is what's happening here but his buddy knew a guy working at the humanitech plant you know the humanitech plant he had something up his sleeve literally oh good he's a magician if caught with it he could get arrested for theft i want to head down to the casino the buxom android suggested he shakily pulled the note card from his cuff and read aloud override tango three quebec seven julie

jamie went rigid cocked her head and responded programmer override accepted she relaxed slipping her dress off her shoulders and on the floor. That night, Brad brought a new meaning to backdoor action. Oh, God, that's... What the fuck? Oh, my God. He could have just written a story about a consensual robot anal, and he didn't. It's his story. What are you doing?

I do like the assumption here. She's like, oh, I detect you're a programmer. Obviously you want to fuck. That's what they do. You know what? I'm gonna accept that as the headcanon because the alternative is too horrifying. Glad your

sex story had all the really sexy parts like when you read a code off a card. My two favorite things. Fucking a robot and cheating a sex worker out of her fair wage. Good lord. Geppetto, I no longer enjoy your name.

Your name makes me upset now. I still actually like the name, though. Yeah. God, that's a good name. Alright. Okay, I've got this. That's a good name. Alright. Uh, um, uh,

okay, I think, uh, uh, Frank, if you'll take 7-3 recursive. I'm 7-3,

7-3, 7-3, 7-3, 7-3, 7-3, 7-3. You guys just had to, you guys just had to

bring me back for one nice performance, didn't you? Yeah! I keep trying to leave, you keep pulling me back in. With a magnet, because I'm a robot. Robot sex stories, Colonel?

I don't do that anymore. I write normal porn now. What now? Immediately, Fumikojichi and fumikoji started spouting their accounts of the atrocities that had been that had occurred within gerald's apartment with the two tales contradicting each other several times resulting in gerald unable to understand the two androids due to how fast they were talking androids am i right fellas they were talking. Androids, am I right, fellas? I can't get past you starting the paragraph with immediately.

Just then. Just then. He didn't need to, because he already had a clear idea on who was really responsible. The police cadet put a hand on his arm. Oh god, oh my god, my No, aching. Oh, God. Oh, my God. My brow hurts so much.

Your brow hurts. It's pain. All right. Stop. Wait, hold on. All right. What's up? Okay, he's supposed to be saying this in a fatherly tone.

Yeah, use your fatherly voice. Be dad. Speak like my dad did to me. All right, stop. Stop. Daddy's on the trick again. Gerald told the toilet in it probably don't. Just go to your room for now, you shitheads.

No, sorry. Got too into character. I'll handle it. The android sisters stood up and bowed to Gerald before he was alone. What? I built my own japanese twin robot girls

and they're so talky they talk they talk so fast on account of the japanese part it's not because they're robots you guys i'm gross in a completely different way from the other guy i'm not racist against robots i just i just... I'm just super fetishistically racist against Japanese people. When we get the wrong impression, that's all. Since they're Japanese robots, I'm just gonna imagine two giant Gundams standing in the middle of a stand.

But in a sailor suit. But they're twins. It actually makes every single one of these stories way better he was alone for now well not quite tasha over here geez tasha spoke from behind the coffee table. She was naked, missing a leg, and her chest was marred by bullet holes. So, yeah, the corp error or it war going on. I...

Wait, what? What? I don't understand it. That's my favorite scenario. That's a good scenario. When women get shot and dismembered sexually. Oh, God. Plus races.

Bonus races. And I'm annoyed. Hey, I'd like to thank everyone for posting snippets in this thread. These are great, says me, Robot Man. Here's a contribution from me. She opened the drawer. It contained eight faceplates, all feminine and all very beautiful. This one's mine, she said, pointing to the second one from the left in the top row.

That's important. He looked back to the permanently exposed electronics of her android head, surrounded by lush, glossy blue curls falling down to her skin-tight bodysuit. You never wear it? Ever? skin-tight bodysuit. You never wear it? Ever? We are programmed to hold the tenet that our face as...

We are programmed to hold the tenet that our true face as androids is the one which we display to you as you see now. For me to attach my faceplate would be to function as an imposter. Is this what the Christopher Nolan movie is?

Is that what the Tenet is? Yes, it's Tenet. A little sneak preview for you guys here. No one has in the audience. She said a bunch of words. She said words in random order. He gazed at the

asymmetrically arranged complex array of circuitry, wiring, flashing LEDs and computer components that she referred to as her true face. I think your

electronic circuitry is beautiful. He told her. Are you sincere? No human has ever told any of us that before. Oh my god. so this is gross

in a third way because it's the whole no one's ever called me pretty before i guess you're gonna be the first guy i fuck oh baby i'm just saying i don't think you need the makeup yeah like you you'd be pretty if your servo's upturned a little more. It's cute when your LED blinks like that. It makes me not notice, you know. I like you better like this. Oh, man. Oh, these are all wonderful.

I think, Achilles, let's skip down to an X tier? X tier. X tier. I tried something unconventional. It's gonna be a normal conversation that respects

the girlbots. They're gonna be nice, right? Maybe, maybe. Holding that hope. I don't even know if it's the right length. The length. The puppet

master was working on his newest doll. Never mind. His first servant was observing and helping with the menial task. What's creepy about this language? I don't understand. No, I don't know. It's just something about it. Maybe I'm just reading it. And she said, master, master.

Listen, Portax, I'm just the master of puppets and I'm pulling your strings. It's true. You read off that shit from that card yesterday and it just happened in the same sentence. Blatant, maybe you can't see a thing. His first servant was observing and helping with menial tasks.

She was a ball-jointed mannequin dressed in a gothic maid outfit. Oh, boy. Good. Her face was made of fine porcelain framed with a red wig. It had a single point of motion for her mouth.

Like a Billy Big M motion for her mouth. So the rest of it... Like a Billy Big Mouth bass? Yeah. Open close, open close. Well, Billy Big Mouth has the neck that moved. She's worse than Billy Big Mouth. It's like, no, like, no, like, neck movement, no arm movement,

no eye movement, it's just a mouth. But she sings like a pro. She's Saddam Hussein from fucking South Park. But the brightness of her eyes could convey some form of emotion. The master turned to her, holding two

huge lumps of silicone. Where are those gonna go? I don't understand. I don't get it. Are these supposed to be quotes? Yeah, I think that they're quote marks that got mistranslated in the forum software. I'm gonna assume it's a surprise. It could also just be

screaming. Yeah, or I think it's surprised robot emoji. Yeah, okay. Do you think they're too big? They are bigger than... They are each bigger than her head. Of course they're too big. Hot. Awesome. Well, she'll

mainly be for fun after all. He said while playing with the artificial tits. I can be fun too. None of these are attributed. These are just different angels that have entered the room and are talking to each other i can be fun too she replied seductively while getting closer how only her mouth moves she slid across the she t-posed across the floor

just a fucking nutcracker coming at you. Her eyes are flashing in like a seductive, you know, tempo. Oh, okay, got it. Yeah. Like a Furby that's making a move. Are you jealous? That's cute. She undid her skirt and let her artificial vagina slide

into view. Slide into view Slide into view So I'm assuming that she like Had her torso turned around And like 180 Spin I thought it literally just sort of slid downwards On like a pole Commence talking

Deploy vagina Vagina deployed Someone says commence talking deploy vagina vagina deployed someone says let's play beetlejuice I guess hey guys welcome to let's play robosex fuck these are all

they're just horribly written and just like gross yep yep yep yep speaking of gross the next section is called locally sourced clips for sale oh good happy times

so so yeah so these are all from ClipsForSale.com. They're all tagged with the robot category. We will not be visiting any of these webpages for obvious reasons. Speak for yourself.

This is the Wild West Fembot by CurvyMatureMilf, Amy Page Studio. Welcome to the new time-travel traveling sex bot experience i'm pleased that you chose the wild west encounter and i'm happy to show you many of my fun features guaranteed to get you off it's like mad dog mccree but you can fuck it so just mad dog mccree yeah yeah alert The team of programmers didn't account for the sudden rise of temperature in my hardware, and you'll find yourself in extreme danger when I go offline temporarily

only to reboot myself to my original software model, Assassin Bot. Ooh, that is hot. Okay, I'm in. Hey, cool! About to be forced to remove your own eyeball for me to use it to scan, to steal your assets. You're in luck when I go offline again. Okay, yeah, eyeball stealing, that is pretty hot, I do like it. Settings somewhat restored, I begin pleasing as best I can, considering how shaken you are.

What happens next? Bots get you hot! What the fuck? So presumably it's like, blowjob, blowjob, I'm gonna remove your eye, bitch! Blowjob, blowjob. Explicitly saying that you're very put off by this and upset.

You won't like it. $9.95. You won't enjoy it at all. Why is this on the page? Oh, god damn. I think I think Portax

I think you can choose here. You can do the Episode 3 by RoboWifeStudio or Episode 18, the California model by RoboWifeStudio or Episode 18, The California Model by RoboWifeStudio. Let's see. I guess I'll go with Episode 18.

I think this is where the arc really takes off. It takes a while. It's a slow bit. Yeah, it builds up to it, but I think the battle against the villain works really well. Episode 18, The Californiaifornia model wow the engineers at the acme company have really outdone themselves this time lots of exclamation points meet rw40 the california model this vastly improved vastly superior robot to anything that was available prior will blow

your mind the california model is the top-of-the-line fembot and is very expensive. Whoa! Complete with strikingly beautiful golden blonde hair, perfect lifelike tits, just capitalized for some reason. Oh, you know,

Vortex, this California model, sounds pretty good. You're saying it's pretty good. You know, I like the lifelike tits, the striking blonde hair. It sounds good. I feel like, can you just really sell me, though? Okay, so, don't worry. Don't worry.

I know what you're thinking. I know what you're thinking. I just want a little extra. What I want from my sex bot is something to simulate what it's like being with a human woman. Right, right. Of course, of course. And as we all know, this is what every guy needs in a woman.

This robot comes with a cherry flavored toy. How many licks does it take? That's for you to find out. Does it have to be cherry? We have grape, wild berry, and mystery. How many licks does it take? That's for you to find out. Does it have to be cherry? I really... We have grape, wildberry, and mystery. Is it wild cherry?

Green cherry? Or is it flavored like cherry my axe? That's gonna be a yes. Jack is thinking about making the large investment required to buy an RW40, so the Acme company sends one over for him to take on a test. Take on a test.

Take on a test. The robot is in demo mode, which is the hottest mode, I guess, but easily able to perform all sexual functions. Yeah, but only for like four seconds before it switches to the next function. It screams out a pop-up ad every time you're in the pool or something. You have reached the end of the shareware version.

Jack fucks the living fuck. I'm sorry. What? What? Jack fucks the living fuck at RW40 and then immediately places an order to purchase one. This is the Jaguar of Fembots. Wow.

As we all know, Jaguar is from California, so that makes a lot of sense. I was thinking she has a giant jaguar head and that just doesn't get revealed until the end of the story. Fuck like an Egyptian. I was thinking she's just a Fucking jaguar but maybe that's just me Uh Frank Tell me about Monica's new sex bot if you would I would love to tell you

About Monica's new sex bot Monica is so Excited about her new sex bot Candlebot 3000 Scott explains to Monica What an awesome maid bot candle is and how she is programmed to clean. Wait, cleaning? But I ordered a sex bot!

Wacky! There's got to be a better way. Monica is confused. Candlebot starts dusting, and Monica gets very frustrated. I don't need a maid. I want to have sex with her. That's why I spent $5,000.

I'm just imagining Rosie the Robot from the Jetsons. But with a cherry-flavored twat. Scott tries to reboot Candlebot. Candlebart starts to enter sexbot mode, and Monica is so eager to play with her. Candlebot

starts to undress, but then she starts malfunctioning. What's wrong with her? Why does she have to keep rebooting? She doesn't install updates. Candlebbot will restart at 2pm unless you say anything.

Candlebot keeps going back and forth between maid and sexbot mode. Monica starts freaking out and asks if she can have her money back. Scott tells her Candle works just fine and just give her time. Then he leaves monica tries to get can't replicate the glitch as intended won't fix um monica tries to get candle to work

properly but she just powers down poor monica she was so excited about her sex box. This is a story where nothing happens. Man, that's good. That's good. My story is equally as hot as the Monica story. It's called Robotic Takeover. Jacqueline and Sin get home to find two glasses of liquid on the table. They're not sure how they got there, but their curiosity got the best of them. They both pick up their glasses and they start to drink them. For some reason,

they can't stop. Once finished, they're confused. They comment how strange it was. It's so strange we drink water together. We don't usually do that.

At the same time, they say in a robotic voice, physical locomotion deactivated. Initiating phase two. Uh-huh. So then they

look at each other. Where did that come from? Did you say that? I'm done. What the fuck? Oh, so am I. Give me money for my super good porn, okay? That is extremely good porn, though.

Give me money for my real, real, real good porn. Maybe you sex-fuck people didn't get off on that, but there's a drinking one. Woof. I mean a simultaneous water drink? Jeez. Two girls, one cup of water.

Two girls, two cups. The very last story that we have here is a tag situation. And, Achilles, you're gonna start this off here. It is not safe for work for some reason and it is called Public Explosions

and then Frank, tag him in whatever you like. Hi there. I'm Bomb for a Booty. That's a war crime, sir. Some days you just can't get rid of a bomb for a booty. Well,

I'm sure the war crimes are to come. Do you remember when we discovered the Pentagon secret bombs for booties program? Yeah, but I mean, like, that was a couple months ago, so I barely remember it. In the town square, a machine servos word. This machine took the form of a beautiful, voluptuous woman in a little black dress stretched tight over her rather expansive ass. Rather expansive. Yeah. She had deep black hair and equally black lipstick, intelligent blue eyes anyone who saw her

no doubt would be struck by her beauty her curves, that little wiggle of her ass as it swayed from side to side as her high-heeled black thigh-high boots clacked against the ground her low-cut short dress left very little to the imagination

and if she bent over in that slight in a slight bit her big round cheeks would become exposed a little also she's a robot yeah um this if you did not listen closer to the words of her servers and the light beeping from her form well it could easily mistake her for a human. Yet this woman was anything but. She was a machine endowed with a singular purpose. Inside her big, gyro-stabilized

synth. Not anything but. She was a machine. She wasn't... She wasn't an Ignatius rock. Yeah, I mean, okay. That's fair. But inside her big, gyro-stabilized, synth-skin ass,

a bomb lay inside. That's like me. Yeah, that's like me. Yeah, I've seen this music video. I was just imagining both ass cheeks were a big cherry bomb. Views and stuff. No one will know. No one suspects a thing.

Oh my god. Look at her. A very, very powerful bomb. Baby got bomb. One big enough to take a quarter of the city with her and inside her big round ass it was already tick tick ticking away and one of her just in one of her displays this woman could see a timer ticking down letting her know how much time she had left before that final, glorious boom. Were she human?

She might try to stop herself. Maybe. But she wasn't human. Far from it. She was engineered with singular purpose. Far from it. Engineered with singular purpose. A bomb had only one purpose, and under five minutes

that purpose would be served. Why not just like activate like why activate a timer for the bomb just activate the bomb at the appropriate moment like it's very simple because it's hotter oh it is it is much hotter yeah yeah she's very concerned with how hot she appears to be to weird perverts. Oh, okay. Good. Tag. The machine had not even a name. Just a designation. 8-0-0-M.

Because it looks like boom! Get it? Boom. Oh my god, I didn't even notice that. Well done. Boom. These layers. Well, no doubt her... See? That's why this dude is like the top writer here. No doubt her mistress had a sense of humor, she thought to herself.

She checked her timer. Zero, zero, zero, four, twenty-three. Kind of nice. Not much time to most, but to a machine like herself, it was ages. Not much time, to most, but to a machine like herself, it was ages. She looked back, bending over ever so slightly, looking at her big bomb of an ass. You've got four minutes, bitch! Stop checking yourself out! It's the wrong target, because she keeps going past mirrors and checking out her own giant bomb ass. There's like a counter There's like a counter strength team

Trying to Fend her off with a strategic mirror Replacement to get her to Yet another thing that would improve 24 Every time he passed by a mirror He went alright Stylish hair She had been briefed on how this would feel

On how, rather than the painful end One might expect from Will A bomb? Where's the bomb though? Does she have a bomb on her? We won't know, we won't know It's all in subtext It would be a rather pleasant experience The timer was linked into her pleasure system It would be a rather pleasant experience.

The timer was linked into her pleasure system. And the moment she hit four minutes, well, then fireworks would really... Why would you program that in there? She's just gonna go kaboom. Hey, boss, I know you do the whole robot thing. That's cool. How about I just chuck it in through a window? Yeah. No, I think you have to

understand the psychological effect. Okay, because did I mention that when the clock goes to four minutes, Roman Candle starts shooting out of her. I mean, that's cool, boss. I'm just saying, I got a real good chucking arm. No, that's awesome. You know what? I think

we're going to go with this way this time and we'll try your plan maybe next time, maybe. Alright. Feels like you always go with the sexy robot. You know, I mean, we wanna stick with what works, you know? That is what works.

The last lap blew up because she was just checking Yeah, but her ass looks so fucking good! It does look fucking good, dog. Look at that ass. Someone please make an animatic of that exchange. Someone. Some listener out there.

I need it. I need it in my life. At least put it in the tits next time. Zero, or four minutes, ten seconds. Four minutes minutes zero seconds she felt a trigger release inside her her eyes rolling back as she moaned

surprised by the surge of pleasure that ran through her so she comes when there's four minutes left, okay she's got like a big old-timey alarm clock sticking out of her head Garfield with the eyes moving back and forth those are her eyes moving back and forth. Those are her eyes going back and forth.

Sexy bro. Centered upon the bomb planted inside her. And click. Tick. Tick. Tick. Her eyes widened again. An audible timer? Rather inefficient, but still. Well, yeah, this whole system is pretty efficient. So far,

your human bomb has spent a minute just coming and checking yourself out. We made it too sexy. Why is she still in the car? Oh, god damn! Like, if you wanted to make a sexy fuckbot that explodes, why didn't you make her attracted to herself? We didn't! That's just how sexy she is!

We didn't even program in attraction subroutines. It simply happened. That processor was assaulted by wave after wave of pleasure, each wave making her want to just... Wait, what would be the point in not indulging herself? She has to get to the mission, does she not? That's why you need the anti-orgasmic pace that you do when you seat the processor. She grinned weakly, her hands reaching up, taking her dress and tearing it right off herself revealing her pale beautiful synth flesh underneath alabaster under the also pale moonlight

as she reached her hand beginning to stroke that sensitive oh so sensitive clit of hers meanwhile a crowd was Yeah! Miss? Miss? Hey, hey, ticket lady, you alright? At this point, I'm just gonna imagine

Robbie the Robot is fingering itself. A crowd was gathering. After all, a beautiful woman like her getting herself off. Yeah! Discreet. For our bomb-bombing mission. Not only in her boots, her black

lacy panties, and a bra to match. Little did they know, they were seen to be Oh, it's like the pipe bomb in Left 4 Dead! Well, they're actually using her like a pipe bomb. Used her like a pipe bomb. God.

The machine-designated 800M, an X-Class bomber type, continued to run her hands all over her, again, still pale body. It's the only skin type I'm familiar with. She's just like literally like eggshell. Yeah, she's like gray. And the men are deliberately meant to tease.

The one hand tugging at her clit, yet remaining in control in the way only a perfect machine could. Is that what teasing is? What a perfect machine, I think. With robot-like precision. Target acquired.

I teased her by aggressively yanking at her clit. This will be the faggot that finally gets a Batman. This perfect machine, the horny ass bomb. Her fingers, dexterous, already slick with artificial juices. Which I guess you also just sort of pumped in there, you... Fucker.

Most likely flammable, she she noted to herself adding to her payload three minutes nine seconds tick tick tick she she turned herself over she'd become inside out i guess she should have been lying down in the street this whole time yeah i guess but she was okay. And a few jaws dropped. That ass! R1 said, obviously impressed, and the machine could not help but feel a bit of pride at that. The perfect, glorious curvature of her womanly, heart-shaped ass into a pair of thick, beautiful thighs. All of that barely contained by your black lips.

You caught this description earlier? Hey, how pale is she? You guys like details, right? You guys like these three details? Can I join this group of people so she can explode and kill me in the process? I don't have to listen to this anymore. A hand already disappeared into the front to touch herself, each shudder sending a quake through her body, a quake that was only amplified when it reached her big butt.

She tugged a string, oh, she tugged a string, and her bra fell to the floor. Huh, like most bras. That is, no, that's how that works. The bra ejects itself from the body. I thought she was lying down. And then turns into a parachute and floats down. ejects itself from the body. I thought she was lying down. And then turns into a parachute and floats down.

I think her bra would just still be there, but anyways, her bra fell through the floor. Her heavy, incredibly impossibly pale breasts. Yeah, those breasts are pale. Super, super pale. Topped with a pair of brown nipples. Auxiliary

explosives! Of course. Yeah, they're blasting caps. Giant bullets. Stick it in. The audience completely enraptured. A few, however, were beginning to question. Is that ticking?

Also, doesn't she have, like, a visible, like, LCD readout? This is also going by remarkably quickly. Is she just a blur? A sex blur? Portax, tag in. Alright. 2 minutes, 43 seconds. 2 minutes, 43 seconds. Until she...

Until she blew... Blew all these fools sky high. What did they do to deserve... Okay. She gripped one... Their only crime was being horny. Sentenced to death.

She gripped one breast, fingers starting to delve deeper inside her, her body, her back arching as she fucked herself harder and harder, lost within her own pleasure, her eyes already locked on that internal display. Oh, it's internal, okay.

She has her head, Go-Go Gadget Nick is like staring at the display on her back or something. She's wearing Google Glass. Anticipating that final boob, desiring it more than anything else in the entire world. At this point, some of the watchers were beginning to

lose themselves in their own pleasure. Okay. Over the course of like the last 30 seconds. Okay. Wait, one of them is... To be fair, I have also lost track of time in this story, so fair enough.

Portax, you know, you would think it'd be weird they're already getting themselves off, but she's very pale. Oh, she is pale, though. So pale. Oh, she is pale, though. So pale. Maybe she's like, kind of translucent a little bit, and you can see the Singaporean stuff. Yeah, like jellyfish lady.

Yeah, like a glass frog or something. At this point, some of the watchers were beginning to lose themselves in their own pleasure, hoping that other people weren't noticing their obvious arousal and their attempts to get themselves off. Those that weren't a bit more worried about the ticking, of course, though none knew that this beautiful bombshell of a woman

was quite literal in that sense, because, you see, she's got a bomb in her ass, you guys. Why is that? Why is that? Is there some sort of fact about this woman that you can share? Guys, how do you not obviously jerk yourself off in public? I got a stain in my pants!

Just getting this... Looks like somebody needs to take my master's course. I wrote my dissertation on that, actually. Uh-oh. Tick, tick, tick. It got louder and louder the closer she came to detonation. She continued to...

She continued this show for quite a bit of time. She couldn't have, though! She doesn't... You could have written any time into your ass-bomb story. But you are... Fast forward... Anyway, she kept masturbating.

These people are Benny Hilling this shit and it's extremely weird. She continued the show for quite some time, of course, eternally grinning as, right at the two minute mark, she pulled her panties down, leaving her only

in these lovely, tight thigh boots that only serve to emphasize the curvature of her ass you see the ass that's kind of buff they're really really really tall they're really really tall

and scalloped at the top her legs are really she's got big segmented robo legs that are all noodley and spaghetti. Well, this robot doesn't really need to walk anywhere, so we just kind of skimped on the legs. The back of her boots say

dat ass arrow up. Maybe she does... Does she have a face? Heavy load with arrows pointing up. Maybe she's just an ass with arms sticking out. Oh, she's got tits, though. Oh, she does have tits. Okay, she's arm, ass in the back, got tits attached to the front of the ass.

Why are you describing what Brennan sees women as? Let's see. Tie-thigh boots that only serve to emphasize the curvature of a gigantic ass. Bending over teasingly as she pulled them off, stepping out of them. Oh, she's standing up again. Yeah. Okay. She's just sort of like... Like, get up.

Like, goddamn fucking trip. No! Trip. Fall down. A few tried to approach her to move closer to the girl so obviously lost in her lust but she simply shot them a glare a glare that said do not touch me look but do not touch

okay sure and few were willing to disobey that powerful intense gaze no less intense though as it was so clouded with pleasure tick tick tick one minute 38 seconds oh god someone save me As it was so clouded with pleasure. Tick, tick, tick. One minute, thirty-eight seconds. Oh, God.

Someone save me. No, keep going. You get one more paragraph before I take it. Okay, sorry. Some of the lesser members of the crowd. Kevin. Some of the minor people. They weren't essential workers in the robot bomb ass community.

Some of the lesser members of the crowd, of course, had already orgasmed. The lightweights, others were trying to draw it out to time it with hers. How would they? They also have displays. This writer is somebody whose only sexual experience is playing the game Biscuit.

Those people were in it for quite a nasty surprise when her timer hit the one minute mark. She closed her eyes, turning around, fingers still dripping wet with her own juices. A small hairline crack, completely invisible to the naked eye, opened in her artificial skin. Her pale artificial skin.

Yeah, her pale artificial skin. A panel opening just above Her glorious, divine Rear, still quaking With every step, so I guess her ass is like Vibrating Like a tramp stamp access panel I guess

800M Couldn't stifle a giggle at her confusion What was this? But she told them, not in words, but when a red digital countdown appeared right where her skin had opened, revealing the electronics beneath. 58 seconds. Tick.

So they're all watching her jerk off. Tick. A panel opens above her ass exposing a clock and they're like awesome everyone's just like oh damn this was weird now that I think about it I'm gonna get out of here well to be fair I feel like oh man I already jerked off

oh it was a robot tag with every second that timer losing a number with every tick she took one step closer to finality this is clock with every second. That timer losing a number with every tick. She took one step closer to finality. This is clock porn. She did not stop her show, of course,

though the crowd was beginning to panic. Cries of, Oh, shit! She's a bomb! We have to get out of here! They're doing, like, cartoony running-and-play sound effects. get out of here. They're doing like cartoony running in place sound effects. Swing!

Little did they know this bomb was going to take them out regardless of their attempts to run. Well then why did this happen anyway? Oh, that's so hot though. There was simply no way to get away from this completely massive bomb. Though the crowd scattered, the machine did not cease

her show. After all, she herself was already lost within the siren grip of lust. Countdown to her final detonation. Each tick interrupted with a moan of pleasure as she counted down. Down. So each tick is a second.

Yeah. So she just moans and wants a second. Yeah. So she just moans once a second. Robot precision. Or maybe she increases her moaning like Kumquats. Detonation. Inevitable. Complete. Her plump,

plush ass stuck in the air as she gripped the grass in front of her, hips bucking against her hand, an exact rhythm with her tick, tick, tick, tick, ticking inevitably down to detonation, fingers drenched in her juices as her

thumbs toyed with her sensitive clit. 23 seconds, there was no time. No time at all. Desperately racing against the clock, though truly racing with it because her orgasm was programmed to come at the final mode. Then why do any of this?

Boom desperately tried to get herself off to somehow achieve the impossible and come before she blew irrational of course as she was programmed not to you're coming with me

she cried out this is crazy as her timer hit ten seconds nine seconds eight seconds no time not time at all

as she cried out lost completely within her own lust as she was collapsed on the grass, fucking herself harder and harder, pleasure mounting with every thrust, every tick, every tweak of her clit. But there was nothing, no time, three seconds, two seconds, one second. Her entire body seized up right then as if a switch in herself had been pressed, which it, I mean, had. Yeah, I mean, it's a robot, so yeah. That's sort of, that's how bombs work. It's the sort of connection that has to be made

so a switch has actually been pressed and then an explosion in the end. Yay! Yay! What a good story. You know, I wasn't on board at first, but I gotta say, this gritty reboot of Miss Explosion, man, really came together.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. You know, I mean, they had to get the AO rating, but I think it was worth it for their artistic integrity. The story does close with calling the people that watched her stupid. Yeah. Even though they went out of its way to talk about how it was impossible to take your eyes off the robot that's fucking itself.

Well, yeah, even the robot can't. What a bunch of dumb idiots. Oh my god. F+, what did we learn from any of this? Um, oh boy. Oh my god Uh F plus what did we learn from any of this Um Oh boy Um

You know Obviously not all these people But There's a A lot of overlap between this That I was surprised with the like Women being flattened Yeah

Um Episode I think In that it seems like it's not just about them being robots, it's about causing suffering to women. Well, there's two types of people into fembots,

and this was mostly the worst type of people into fembots, which are the ones who like the idea of robots that are mindless and will fuck them, and also getting damaged a lot in ways that real women couldn't. You're a lot more durable. Sexually.

Which are the worst kind. The better kind likes the idea of a woman you could do that to but you don't. So it's either being gross or what's the point so she's just like she's just like want to blow a job and you're like no m'lady yes okay yes like literally

you know this is something that some people would treat as an object but you don't because like and that's that's the where the eroticism comes oh because you're the nice one oh my god it's like it's like ally porn is that well it's more like i mean like it's it's like i mean maybe it's a little bit that too but it's it's like okay i think the eroticism is in the the kindness of the gesture more than okay i i i mean... I mean, it's... What if her giant robot claws... But most of these dudes just want moms that they can also

fuck that they can also blow up. They want what everyone wants. You know, hashtag not all fembot fetishes. Thank you. It's strange because it's like these men, even the ones who are women

um these men are are living a life of uh of uh constant and ceaseless lonely masturbation right like they have like uh their fantasies and they just masturbate to them constantly. So there's no concept of, like, humanity anyway. And so it's weird that they're like, oh, you know, there's no concept of, like, a living human being who cares about me around me. And I love that! Whoa, that's great! Yeah!

And she's pale and got some balm in her ass. I will never experience human contact. Look, sometimes you got to play to your strengths. So it's, and again, it's like, it's like the, it's the other thing with, um, the, um, uh, there was the, the, the episode that we had about the, the gay giants where it was like the, the gay giant and they could crush a person. And then like the, the giant got real turned on about crushing the gay giant and they could crush a person and then the giant got real turned on about crushing the person.

Like, oh, why? What's wrong with you? Like, can I take you apart? Yeah, sure, I'm a robot. Oh, yay! Ah! I would love one story where a guy tries to take the lady bot apart and then part way through she's like, oh, are you giving off to this?

Oh, I'm getting out of here. And perhaps shoots him with laser beams or something. Are these guys getting boners when they switch out their GPU? It doesn't have a wig or a giant bonass. What hot-blooded American gamer doesn't get a boner when he switches out his GPU?

I guess, you know, it has to be a good bump, you know. You gotta know that it's gonna really mine more crypto for you. And if you're looking for a website that will mine crypto on your behalf, pump it!

Tell them whatever virus it sends you. Oh, I'm not supposed to tell them that. Oh, that's what I was tell them that. I'm sorry. The palest forum on the internet. It is a pale forum unless you visit it at night and if your phone's in a certain mode and then it's dark. That didn't work.

That did not work. Oh, I'm in now. We also have merch. By the time you're hearing this, I'm in now. We also have merch. By the time you're hearing this, I'm probably out of dugouts. Those were a more popular item than I expected. I can't believe our listeners like to smoke weed. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Who would have thought F Plus listeners like to smoke dope?

This is shocking. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I might do grinders. I don't know. But maybe not. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I might do grinders. I don't know. But maybe not. Anyway, we'll have other stuff. We might just start doing pot paraphernalia. Maybe that's just...

We might just try, like, just selling drugs. Just selling drugs? I feel like I've, you know, failed at making money on the internet for so long. I feel like there's room for a Silk Road 3.0 right now. Right, right, right. It was the thing with Silk Road that I always thought was funny. What was that dude's name?

Uh, yeah. Uh, oh. Uh. Anyway, so the Silk Road founder was really proud of himself because... Dread Pirate Roberts. I saw the name and I was like, oh, yeah, right.

Ross Ulbrich was the name I was looking for. But yeah, he was really proud of himself because when he started to make a lot of money, he was like, yeah, man, I made money on the internet selling heroin, so I'm pretty much the internet selling heroin, so I'm pretty much the smartest guy in the world. I figured out there's

profit in this shit. Why doesn't everybody else just do this? Idiots. Why isn't everyone selling heroin on the internet? Anyway, we're out of here. Bye-bye. Bye. anyway we're out of here bye bye bye oh god Well, I was probably about four or five,

and we had one of those cordless dustbusters, like one of these, and then I linked to... Vacuumland.org? Do you have forums? Please tell me, Dan. Vacuumland. I linked to a website that's its own document someone needs to get on.

Vacuumland.org. So Web 1.0, I love it. All things written in CGI, too. Is it too late to just do Vacuumland? This is great. Bookmarking this for me.

Yeah, please. It's pretty good. They break off their vacuum fetish into different genres of vacuum cleaners. Is it a fetish? Or is it just... It's just a flashlight thing.

It's people enthusiastically talking about vacuum cleaners. Okay, it's a fetish and a non-fetish. But it does have 41,000 threads. Wow. Guys, we can join the Vacuum Queener Collectors Club.

Oh, please though? Anyway. This is how scared we are of the fembots. We will look at a vacuum page just to get away from them. Sorry, I clicked on one of the posts and I'm actually genuinely curious about this vacuum. It's a problem. It looks really weird, and I'm

into it. Shit. We've discovered a fetish. Apparently. Anyways, back to being Blox242.