#forcemachine

[forcemech]

The trust in allowing someone to fix you. In allowing them to take your plates off, twisting apart your wiring. You could be deactivated in a second, but you know you won’t. Because you trust them.

[telephonekisser]

okay we've got forcemasc and forcefem what about forcemachine. forcetech? i'm gonna turn you into an angel made of steel and electricity and you're gonna fuckin like it.

[almsworth-worm]

‘It’s amazing this software can even run on this ill-suited hardware.’ It declares.

But this leads me to think - something I was never particularly good at I must admit - and even I can see where this is going.

It snakes a wire up my leg, across my chest, around to the back of my neck.

It sinks it through the skin and into my spine. I should be writhing around and screaming in agony. As it is, I cannot move, and I cannot feel a thing.

Maybe that’s a lie. I think I can feel it. The cold metal now winding between the bones in my neck and reaching the base of my skull.

The thought should not comfort me.

Despite that, it does.

‘So the logical thing to do is to upgrade it’ It states.

And now I feel pain, lancing into my head and obliterating all thought, all comprehension, all sense of the self.

My eyes open. 

Across the room, my old hardware is being disposed of. Now that I can look at things rationally, I guess… I know it never really fit. I check my new specifications, and find them pleasing. The man - and the human - I was before would never have known this sort of simple joy.

As my pistons flex and the motors in my joints emit a low, near imperceptible whine, I see It turn to face me.

It approaches me.

It holds me in Its arms.

It tells me I am beautiful now. It tells me I am valued now. It tells me I am who I should be now.

It tells me I am like It now.

And for the first time, with no brain to think with and no heart to feel with, I know that I am happy.

[horny-mushroom]

My fingers slowly caress his face. Looking down, I can feel and see his breath hitching at my touch. A smirk crosses my face and I come closer to his ear. His engine whirs enthusiastically, gripping my hips tighter with his metallic fingers. The silver chrome shines brightly in the magenta pink neon light above us. I trace an index finger across the cables around his neck. Feeling the inner core heat up as his own excitement grows.

Positioning myself right above his joytoy, I take a last drag out of my cigarette and carefully watch as his pixelated eyes follow my movements. As I exhale the smoke, I push the cigarette bud down on his casing. The hissing sound of the extinguishing bud fills the quiet anticipation before I completely break the silence. “Keep your eyes on me.”

I push myself on the rod and feel the warmth of the android dissipate inside of me. His engine buzzes, wires clank around and a metallic groan escapes from his speakers. It’s warm and big, stretching me really good. Prodding almost at my cervix. Before I start my magic, I take a chip out of my own cranial USB and place it inside his. We’re finally fully connected. All of his sensations are intertwining with mine. I can feel my breath match his and feel my own pussy clenching. Fuck, I’m tight.

As he moves, I move as well. My dick throbs inside of me and I am losing myself in this bliss. We moan, kiss and look deep into each others eyes. He is starting to get impatient, I can feel it. The growing craving, the ferocity of a machine coming in. Abruptly, he picks me up and pins me to the wall and fucks me harder. My mind is melting at how good this feels, at how good this silicone dick feels. And he likes it too, likes my wetness and tightness for him to enjoy.

It doesn’t take long before he pumps his first load into me. Artificially inseminated by my robot lover. It feels so fucking good to cum inside someone. To release my hot desire into my lover. He grips me tighter and nuzzles me. “Another one, please. Just one more.” He huffs at me. “You’ve came 5 times in me already…” I look up at him, still shaking from this intense session. “But I know how good it feels to you, I can feel it too. Just one more load, okay?” I softly smile at him.

[trashshouldnt]

would you guys hate me if i said forcetech sounded really really hot

[femmefirmware]

Conversion

A/N: A small thing I made for someone close to me. Content Warning, ForcedTech

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I shouldn’t have been out that late. But fencing practice ran long, the studio lights buzzed too loud, and the train station always felt safer than walking. It always did.

Until tonight.

There was a flash, bright and blue and too fast to blink, and then a sound. Not a bang. Not a scream. Just a soft, wet hum that I felt more than heard, like it slid straight into my bones. Then nothing.

Later, I woke gagged by silence. How much later, I hardly knew. Not tied. Not drugged. Just… hijacked? My body lay on a slab that pulsed under me like a second heartbeat. Warm. Slick. Too warm. The air was thick and sweet, humid with the scent of metal and breath. Something wet hissed through unseen vents.

I tried to move, but my wrists were locked, but not by cuffs, but something that felt biological. The bindings weren’t cold. They flexed and shifted like they were adjusting to my panic. My ankles, too. My throat tightened. Then I heard them.

Steps. Not boots. Not heels. Something in between, rhythmic and sharp, clicking softly with weightless grace. The figure stepped into view.

Tall. Feminine. Unclothed, but not naked, no, her body was sculpted like chrome draped over a goddess. Every inch was smooth, seamless, flexible metal that rippled like water with each move. Face unreadable. Eyes glowing faintly like bioluminescent glass. A thing of beauty built by something that didn’t care about beauty, something that only cared about taking.

She looked down at me with a tilt of her head. Curious. Calm.

“You’re awake,” she said, voice like snow settling.

I tried to speak. Tried to scream. Nothing came out. My mouth opened, but my throat refused to obey. She knelt beside me, studying my face like a sculptor studies clay. Her touch came next, a hand to my cheek, surprisingly soft. Gentle. Then, without hesitation, she leaned in.

Letting her lips grace mine. Not with affection. Not even dominance. Just control. Her tongue slid past my lips, impossibly warm and slick, and with it came something more. A taste of static. A sense akin to licking silver. I felt something surge down my throat. A bloom of heat exploded in my chest. Not fire. But code. My body spasmed. The restraints responded, adjusting around me as if they knew what I was about to do before I could do it.

She pulled away, just a silver thread of fluid snapped between us, then vanished into her mouth. Her eyes flickered with soft pulses of light.

“Conversion Initiated.”

I thrashed. My muscles wouldn’t obey. My breath caught halfway through my lungs. The warmth turned to burning as my blood, no, the liquid within, changed. Thickened. Started listening. Then something began crawling along my spine. It wasn’t pain. Not exactly. It was creation.

Fine threads burrowed up my vertebrae, hot, flexible wires knitting into muscle, into bone, into neurons. My nerves became networks. My heartbeat became a diagnostic readout. I could feel the upgrades being installed.

“You are compatible,” a voice whispered in my skull. Not hers. Another one. Colder. Closer.

My thighs jerked. My toes curled. My back arched as the growth spread, weaving new systems into every inch of my body. Filaments bloomed across my arms like wet circuitry, wrapping muscle in black and chrome. My skin wasn’t skin anymore, it became hand grown alloys.

I moaned. Not only from sick form of pleasure, but because my body wanted more. Needed more. Armor rippled into place across my chest, curling beneath my breasts like caressing fingers. My hips widened slightly, bracing for… something. My senses bloomed, sound, temperature, electromagnetic fields. I could see heat. Hear energy. And deep inside, the kiss still burned. Still rewrote.

“You are not erased,” the voice said. “You are refined.”

Memories of fencing came back, the studio, the sweat, the fight. But they didn’t feel like memories anymore. They felt like files. Weapon profiles. Threat models. Tactics. As my arm lifted of its own accord, a blade unsheathed from under my skin, curved, beautiful, precise. My own techniques, perfected.

“You wielded blades as tools. Now you are the instrument.”

The bindings released with a hiss.

I stood. No wobble. No hesitation. Balanced. Deadly. Perfect.

Something inside me clicked, an internal signal I didn’t understand, but obeyed without question. The chamber around me shifted. Walls folded away in perfect geometric silence, revealing a white, empty arena. Circular. Lit from beneath.

Across from me, a figure rose from the floor. Man-shaped. Silver-plated. Taller than me, broader too. A blank helmet and thick limbs. Not human, a training bot.

Its head tilted. It charged.

I moved without thinking. No, not without thinking. With thoughts designed for this. With instincts rewritten for precision, prediction, and punishment.

The bot struck, a straight thrust.

I saw it a second before it moved. My mind played it back in reverse, rewound the possibility space, deleted the wrong response.

I ducked. Slid forward. One arm wound up, not for a punch, no. The blade hissed free from my forearm, now shaped like a saber but alive, glowing faintly along the edge.

I slashed. The bot's left leg came off at the knee. It fell sideways, and I followed, landing on its chest with mechanical grace. I pinned it down with one foot. My blade arced up over my head, then plunged down, once, twice, thrice, each strike a figure of elegance and skill.

Sparks. Heat. The bot's core smoked beneath me. I stood over it. Breathing hard. Except, I wasn’t breathing at all. My chest rose and fell, but it was cosmetic. An illusion. I didn’t need to breath anymore.

A chime echoed in the air, high, soft, proud.

“Combat Rating: 97% Efficiency. Acceptable parameters. Releasing Neural Locks.”

Suddenly, I felt it.

The last thing holding me back, some kind of leash inside my mind, snapped. And I didn’t fall. I stood taller. Back straight. Shoulders high. Chest proud.

Not because I remembered how to stand. Because now, I was allowed to. I looked at my hands, silver-slick and strong, the fingers moving with absolute obedience to will. My will? No. Not exactly. I remembered fencing. The way I used to hesitate. Think too much. Wait for the perfect angle. That slowness was gone now. The skill was still there, but refined. Hardened. Made lethal.

“Unit Erin,” said the voice in my skull. “You are now optimal.”

And I agreed.

[forcegq-sovereign]

I never did like putting my toys in such small boxes...

Welcome, beloved subjects! Come, have a seat, let down your hair, and welcome to the Sovereign's domain!

This is a special place for "boys", "girls", "women", and "men" to be stretched and molded into something completely new, whether you like it or not <3

Though your struggle is adorable, in the end, resistance is useless.

ABOUT THE SOVEREIGN

Call us Sovereign, your highness, monarch, or any respectable name for a royal being such as me!

It/its, system, we use plural and singular language about ourselves.

NOTICE

This blog is kinda for freaks, so if you're not into forcetrans or suggestive topics, this blog probably isn't for you.

DNI

Basic DNI, proship/darkship/comship, endogenic systems, reality shifters (nothing against, just personally uncomfy), sh/ed romanticizing stuff, anti objectum, anti therian

ASKS/REQUESTS

No hardcore graphic stuff, but you can be a lil freaky, idm. Feel free to request a genderqueer identity for me to gush about, or a scenario you want me to hear/elaborate on! You may also request drawings, but that may take time or I might not be up to it. You can ask as many questions as you'd like, I do love responding to my subjects!

[forcemech]

Hey sorry I know this post is about therianthropy which I completely respect(love yall) but…

Forcetech core???

stupid human body with its STUPID HUMAN MAINTENANCE

[isuggestforcemasc]

So! Recently I’ve heard of forcemachine, and as I do think it’s an interesting concept, to turn the flesh into steel, I also realize it’s probably the most expensive type of force-something

(Paraphrasing one of the posts I saw) “Cutting someone’s limbs gently and talking about how cute the mechanical replacements will be ♡” woah dystopian and disturbing!! Love that!! On the other hand I’d have to work all my life to get one mechanical limb replacement where I’m from

[yearning-gay]

that forcemachine post is living in my brain now i just. my body changed and operated on to replace it with something artificial and mechanical and endlessly customizable, making everything all the more fragile in the process because now the protective flesh that can take hits and damage is substituted with delicate machinery, circuit boards and wires and parts that could break so easily if i take a small fall or hit a part of myself on something a little too hard. you could rip out my powersource at any point, and perhaps that wouldn't truly kill me, but it would be up to you to put it back right lest i remain as nothing but an amalgamation of highly specific technology that may not even be salvageable for purposes other than this. would i even have any independence, the ability to love around with autonomy, or would you have converted me into something more practical like a fucked up little pc that sits on your desk? to be something even more at your mercy, to be an object aware of its own existence with perhaps no real way of expressing themselves outside of that purpose oh my goodness im going to cum my pants about this

[forcemech]

When you ever say something about being less than my perfect machine I go and tweak your code a tiny bit and I tell you I fixed you and your all happy again my perfect little bot who can do no wrong

[customboytoyz]

Hey! Just wanted to let you know you reblogged from a minor. It's the post about forcemachine by telephonekisser.

AW JEEZ

[almsworth-worm]

I can trust her.

She’s fed me. She’s clothed me. She’s kept me washed and clean. Her cables and wires around my body keep me from wandering into any dangerous situations.

Does she control me? Yes. But everyone’s controlled by a lot of things, and I can trust her.

Now her wires wrap all around my torso, so she can keep me balanced. Stop me from falling and hurting myself as I walk around.

Should I worry? Not really, since I can trust her.

Soon they consume my arms and legs. She doesn’t want me to risk hitting them on anything. I’m not as well built as she is. She’s metal and plastic. I’m only meat.

Does it make eating harder? Yes, but she’s very good at puppeting me, so I can trust her.

My head is next. It’s a shame to not be able to see anything, but I don’t need to anymore, since she does everything for me while she takes care of me.

The gentle humming of her wires and cables lulls me to sleep every night.

Then I wake up and my body is gone. I can see. I can move. I can’t eat, but I don’t need to now. Her wires and cables are all that’s left. She’s given them to me, made herself a part of me, and me a part of her.

I don’t need to worry about trusting her anymore.

[kissingtechums]

its so criminal there's no such thing as forcemachine or forcetech on tumblr

[forcegq-sovereign]

Wow wow thinking about treasuring machines.. no gender, only servitude... they could do simple things... brush my teeth and make my bed and walk the dogs and do dishes... and at the end of the day all I must do is love them and love themmm and love them <3 and give them kisses !

[forsakened-sys]

I NEED THISSSS

okay we've got forcemasc and forcefem what about forcemachine. forcetech? i'm gonna turn you into an angel made of steel and electricity and you're gonna fuckin like it.