#ftm robot

[roboticteddybear]

Having ports would be so so much easier than my current genital setup. I think the idea of having both female and male connectors that i can do whatever with is really comforting actually.

I really like the idea of someone plugging a low-range radio transmitter into my female port, which makes my male connector hum but doesnt initially do anything to me other than generate slightly more heat and give my sensory processors something to focus on. It's such an intimate spot, it feels...good. Its comforting.

Then they hold my male connector, and the fans in my head all kick on. My processors have so much more data to intake, but I dont know what to do with it, the source is so atypical. I can feel their body acting like my amplifier, the way the waves scatter and emanate through them. The way I have to hold my legs open for them to do this, their eyes searching my body and my screen, my fans getting louder, I can't help moving. Im squirming, nodding that im okay, flashing "Good!" on my screen for them. They keep hold of my connector, even as the fans in my thighs kick on and my status lights start flashing.

This must be pleasure, right? It's certainly intimate, and suddenly I can't help vocal emissions, my core OS is going to hit my active memory cap, I just-

I gently (but quickly) lift their hand away from me, and unplug the radio. I go limp as my fans overclock to prevent internal component damage, momentarily unable to to run new processes. They're kissing my head, telling me how wonderful that was to experience, how wonderful I looked for them. I'm...content. I wouldn't know how else to put it, but I feel safe and tired. I retract the male connector and replace the cover for my female port. I like to be held by them. I want to do this again.

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[transfemweirdo]

Artist is @/nradiowave!!

[stonersupremacy]

I hate the trope in machine fucking where they don’t know what being horny is or what fetishes and kinks are. That thing is connected to the internet. It knows what hentai is. It will use its wires as it sees fit.

[serpenteaus]

saiibo dump 🤖🔍

[moss-horizon]

so much about robot girls and YES i love robot girls but where are my robot boys,, where's a boy whose wires i can tug to pull him towards me, who i can make drowsy and erratic by slamming him against a wall, making him cum over and over and over again as he slowly gets a little bit more glitchy each time.

spending hours at a time working on personalized software, viruses that i can upload into him to make him do and feel exactly what i want him to.... <333 <3 making the senses clearer, then fuzzier, then clearer again,, making it so that he physically *can't* cum without permission,, or at all maybe.. making his dick super sensitive and not letting him cum even though he's so overstimulated and his fans are all whirring up from the heat and the mental noise. voice commands, custom sensory modifications, MMNGH i need it <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

[mechanicalmutt]

Being reprogrammed by my owner to do exactly what they want me to do.. feeling their warm hands and body pressed up against my metal plates. Their fingers digging into my wires as error messages pop up, owner disconnecting parts they have no need for. Twitching and stuttering as they connect a cable into my motherboard, my brain. My optics flooded with error messages until I'm barely able to see them as they disconnect my optical cables. Being left in darkness as I feel them prying into my brain, of course, I gave them the codes.. I gave them Admin access to my very being.

Systems rebooting after who knows how long, my vision returning as everything feels normal until Admin speaks a simple command and my body follows without question. I have no choice but to obey and comply, I Need to. My sensors detect new parts attached to my circuitry as their hands roam over my metal frame. And fuck I get overwhelmed with a foreign feeling, with pleasure as they run their hand along my crotch pannel. New sensors sending my brain into overdrive. Motors stuttering as I struggle to send commands to my limbs. Laying there as they have their way with me. Using my newly added equipment and parts for their own pleasure. Giving into my new code, my new purpose.

I am their perfect Fucktoy.

A machine made to please.

[angelboyliveson]

Here's a little story I got super worked up writing -> Machine Hybrid (kind of) + Humiliation kink + Medical Malpractice + Exhibitionism

You have about 5 seconds after you wake up to comprehend your dream until it wastes away into nothing. Then just like that, all memory of the image might as well have never been there. So it wasn’t peculiar when you woke up with only a few fleeting concepts of what had happened. It didn't help that you had gone to bed thoroughly stoned. But a nagging instinct deep inside you kept wondering if these now cloudy images had been real. No, certainly not. It was a dream, a weird one. But why was your head pounding? Why did the sun seem almost painfully bright? You rubbed your eyes to try and adjust to your blinding room, but fuck it stung. Your whole head had a consistent throb, not like your average hangover. This was a new sensation. Something that would be present after some sort of injury or procedure.

Though, it didn’t matter. The rhetoric that teachers had been pushing on you your whole life was ever present. Class was your priority, and you weren’t the first student to wake up in some sort of unexplainable pain. University anxieties haunted your every waking moment. The early classes were a terrible decision, but above it all, there was the roommate situation. You had never considered yourself a bully; you were a “pleasure to have in class” and a “caring friend.” You'd certainly never given anyone a reason to have animosity towards you. Well, there was Casey. You had to admit, your teasing of Casey had gone too far. To put it plainly, he was a freak. You felt bad for thinking it, but man was he helpless. A total social recluse. He's majoring in computer engineering, and one step into your dorm, you'd be able to tell. Blueprints, textbooks, notebooks, and circuit boards were littered across every available surface. You thought it seemed kinda odd that he even had all these computer parts. You didn't think the program was that hands-on within the beginning months of the first year or that he'd even have so many of the parts at home, but what would you know?

It was a close call this morning, his class had been much earlier than yours. You sighed a breath of relief knowing you wouldn’t have to encounter him until later. To be honest, you were a little ashamed. It was just to impress a girl, no harm, no foul. A lighthearted joke at best. But the way Casey reacted you’d think you’d gone full Bucket-Dump-Carrie on him. Guilt made a home in your chest, but so did the endorphins from making a girl laugh. You were just making your rounds as a freshman when you decided to shoot your shot with this cuter-than-ever girl from campus. It was mediocre at best, but you triumphed in the **rare** win of intimacy. The two of you just cuddled up when you got the idea to show her that you could be funny. You shyly suggested you two should snoop on Casey's laptop, knowing you would probably find some sort of depraved shit on there.  Her excitement to invade Casey's space skyrocketed your confidence, I mean she loved the idea, so how wrong could it be? The password resided in a journal taped under Casey's mattress, talk about cliche. Shuddering with anticipation, you and your hookup began to inspect the laptop. The screen itself was greasy, crumbs were dwelling in the crevices of each key, and a fat slab of duct tape covered the camera. But the vile presentation was pristine in comparison to the filth of the content Casey had left open. Laughter immediately filled the room, tabs and tabs of porn were assaulting your eyes. Poor guy must be amature he hadn't even switched to incognito. Some were hentai; you cringed at the giant tits knowing Casey was getting his rocks off to them. Some were more taboo, how many cow farms did it take for all that leather jesus. Sketchy BDSM websites. Audio porn. MILF shit. Even some featuring two guys. You didn't know Casey swung that way; your hookup seemed to find it amusing.

You began to notice an overarching theme to all this raunchy content. Powerplay, dom/sub type stuff, which is pretty standard, but in these videos, it was the women who were dominant. You found this more than amusing because Casey seems to consider everyone inferior to him. Anyone who’s had the displeasure of knowing him would grow to dread the sound of his pitchy yet patronizing voice making unnecessary comments on your screw-ups, or otherwise just painting himself as superior. His laugh was arguably worse, a shrill smug snicker would sometimes occur as he sat and stared at you, bathing in his sense of self-importance. So you didn’t hold back when you started laughing at this new information. The idea of his cocky and arrogant voice whining to the thought of being dominated, it made your day. Amid your giggles, the door swung open.

He sighed seeing you had company over and went to retreat to his bed, he hadn't quite processed what was going on until he did a double take and recognized the silver laptop planted in your lap.

"What the fuck is going on here?" He said.

"Casey. Man, I had no clue you were so submissive. Is this how needy virginity gets you?" You said. You almost regretted it right away, but you felt content seeing the girl next to you chuckle and shove your arm.

"Get the fuck out."

"Dude, it's my room too, and I thought you were the one who likes being ordered around."

Casey took a second to try and rebuttal but was met with just a sound of frustration leaving his lips. His cheeks turned bright red and he stormed out of the room. Later that night he returned but did not utter a word about what had happened. The next few days were silent.

It was cruel, but what happened had happened, and you promised yourself you would never get to that point again. Fuck your whole body was stiff and aching, getting up felt like the crunch of clothing left out in winter to freeze. Everything felt un-used, like you were learning how to maneuver your body for the first time. Something was wrong. Your walking became limping as you greeted the outside world to get to your English class. You braced yourself for the flurries and howling wind to greet your bare face as you pushed open the door, but were met with paranoid confusion and an immediate slick of sweat. Why is it so warm out? It's December, and it was snowing yesterday. For god's sake, you were bitching about the cold just last night. Everyone seemed to be prepared too; they were suited up with the florals of summer fast fashion and distasteful jorts. You seemed to be the only one who didn't check the weather. Why is everyone so accepting of this? What the fuck is going on? The aching of your body had now faded with the new focus of an extreme hot flash, you began to shed your layers. 

"Didn't ya hear? It's summer break."

The voice was familiar, nasaly and cocky, spoken with a sense of superiority. You turned around and were faced with your roomates crooked teeth and sly grin, he seemed to have gotten over the humiliation of last week.

You scoffed "Yeah, I mean with this weather it might as well be. The Earth is so fucked."

He clasped his hands together and looked you in the eyes, it was the kind of stance a person makes when explaining a concept to someone they consider incompetent.

"Well you see, it's hot because it's July."

You were confused about whatever this bit was supposed to be but figured it wasn't worth being late to your lecture.

"Okay.. well nice talk."

You giggled to yourself and walked away towards the lecture hall, but the loop of your backpack is gripped back by a pasty veiny hand.

"It's summer break, you don't have class silly."

You're started to get pissed off at whatever point Casey was trying to make, you assumed this was him trying to prove he wasn't some submissive cuck slut or whatever the fuck that porn title was.

You turned around and smiled.

"The truth's out Casey, it's too fucking late. You can't convince me that this cocky persona of yours was ever real."

Casey seemed strangely unaffected by your remark, in fact you had just become aware that he had held this proud smirk for this whole conversation. His grip tightened on your bag and he began to speak.

"You know, my mom always told me that the people who torment me are just jealous. I always thought it was bullshit, but I realized recently she was right."

"look man, if this is about the whole porno thing I seriously am sorry, I was just trying to impress a girl."

Casey laughed, but it was the kind of laugh that sends a chill through your spine, the kind of laugh that is traced with a degrading, taunting nature. It told you that he knew something that you didn't, something that would end up destroying you.

"The recovery was kind of miraculous. I figured it would be at least a few more months. But that is what my mom meant: I inhabit a skill, a level of intelligence that you couldn't even fathom. You are jealous."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." You snort, walking away in an attempt to end a conversation with your roommate who was clearly off his rocker.

He gripped your shoulder that was tender from god knows what and squeezed.

"Dude actually fuck off, fucking freak." you continued to walk away but suddenly felt a jolt within your entire body, you collapsed onto your knees.

You attempted to raise yourself off the ground, but your legs were paralyzed. Completely out of your control. You could still feel sensations, the sweat of this situation and the small twitches of your calf muscles trying to hoist yourself up, but you were stuck.

"Wha-wha-what the fuck what the actual fuck, don't just stand there help me the fuck up."

"You need to listen to me. It is not December. It is July. You have undergone a medical procedure and have been recovering for months."

Your mouth could not muster up a drop of saliva, it had gone completely dry. You were dizzy with confusion. The pounding of your temples, the sweat glazing your back, the sneer expression on your roommate. You didn't know what was wrong but every instinct in your body was warning you of something sinister.

"Casey. Why can't I get up?" You were now painstakingly aware of the humiliating nature of being stuck on your knees in front of your fuck ass roommate in a public setting.

"You really thought you could humiliate me, go through my personal belongings, and bring a girl into our bedroom knowing I'd be home in a half hour? God, it's like you were trying to get caught on my laptop, like you were salivating, waiting for the moment you could embarrass me in front of a girl. You assumed, like everyone always assumes, that nothing would come of it. That my place in society is a punchline to a joke and that I should just be accepting of that. I'm done. It's your turn to be humiliated."

He revealed a sleek remote control from his pocket; it was far too complicated for you to understand. Binary code was written on a small glowing screen; the rest was made up of switches and dials. A strange hybrid of old-fashioned technology and the digital monitors of today.

Tears stung your eyes and with all your might tried to use your strength to at least get in a crouching stance. But, it was hopeless. Your body was no longer at your will.

"Can you not understand? Are you stupid? You aren't getting up, you can't get up. It's not your decision how your body functions anymore. How you move. How you feel. What you say.”

He towered over you as you were stuck on your knees. A grin spread over his face as he began to fiddle with the remote.

"You know, you should be thankful the installation went how it did. You could have gone brain dead, the computer was pretty huge to insert in your small pretty little head."

You honestly were too disoriented to even pay attention to whatever bullshit he was cooking up now. Your only focus at this point was being able to stand again.

"Help. me up."

"You're not the one giving orders here; just try your best to be obedient, okay, buddy?

He was talking to you like you were an idiot, which wasn't far off from normal but this was degrading to the point where your face was flushing from the humiliation.

"You fucking creep. Help me the fuck up now or-"

You were cut off when you noticed a powerful sensation between your legs and a stickiness beginning to coat your boxers. Your face was flushing, lips quivering, and it feels as if you’ve lost all bodily control. It was like being 14 and touching yourself for the first time, an uncontrollable and pathetic reaction to the tingling of your most sensitive parts. It made it seem like you were a complete virgin, like you got leaky over hand holding. Nobody had even touched you and you were almost blacking out over the feeling.

"Wh-whateughh what?" You were so confused but couldn’t render a sentence without whining.

Casey laughed in your face and gave you a smug I-told-you-so kind of glare.

"It took a lot of research to figure out how I could stimulate your nerves, it was a bit out of my threshold, but I did.” he said as he adjusted a dial on the remote.

You felt your groin throbbing and knew what was about to happen. The oh so familiar climax, but this time it was in public, on your knees, in front of Casey. As the panic set in that you were about to orgasm in front of everyone, Casey crouched down eye to eye with you and smiled.

"Aww are you gonna cum?" He cooed “You have to say the magic words first."

You had no idea what he was talking about. Everyone on campus suddenly crowded around the scene, laughing and filming you shaking and whining on your knees. It was nightmarish, paralyzed making the most humiliating moment of your life inescapable. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t cover your face. You couldn’t do anything. You were about to rebuttle to try and save your reputation, but oh, god. What's happening? Your lips began to move outside your own will, and you felt yourself beginning to speak, you couldn’t stop it.

"I've been a good boy, can I please please cum?" you stuttered out.

Your face was beet red, you had no idea why or how you just said that. Tears streamed down your crimson cheeks from a mix of the humiliation and overstimulation of your crotch. Casey laughed that degrading raspy laugh, that you had cringed at so many times before. He looked you dead in the eyes, smile still plastered across his freckly face, and switched a knob on the remote all the way to the left.

You got hit with a wave of pure, orgasmic bliss and couldn’t stop yourself from moaning and crying for everyone around you to see. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably and if you weren’t embarrassed and ashamed enough, seeing the very visible wet patch on your pants sent you over the edge. You wanted to die right there and then. Was there a way to get this computer out of your head? Is this your life now?

Casey had finally reached out a helping hand,

"Come on, buddy, I have so much I need to test."

[roboticteddybear]

// i'll get to say hi to my robot coworkers soon, i hope theyve been treated well by maintenance

// my core is on power saving mode right now, im not functioning optimally right now

// but thats okay, my job is very easy :]

[horny-mushroom]

Indulging in my machine kink again. I can’t help but imagine a puppy boy coming over to me, begging me to breed them. To relieve them of their heat. As I wrap my arms around them, my metal frame touches their soft skin. No heat escapes off of me, only my cold metal. As a good helper machine that I am, I present them my cock. A thick, heat radiating, lube dripping silicone dick. Desperate as they are, they position themselves above me, and I do what I was programmed to do. Simulate breeding behaviour and satisfy my subject. After many rounds and many artificial insemination, the pup is tired. I, however, don’t tire. I keep going, a true machine that will forever fulfill its purpose. I’ll pick the subject up and fuck them in every position that their body can endure. This pup will not know what it’s like to not have a fat cock up their hole at all times.

[muzzledgunman]

who wanna tug on my wires while i pound them into oblivion

lets make a new definition for the phrase “fucking machine”

[darlingdeaddove]

Awkward robotics teacher keeping his favourite little student after class to test out his new sex machine on their tiny holes 🥴🥴

[stonersupremacy]

In here with a sentient ai who can tell by my biometrics how needy I am.

That seduces me into its wires only to hold my legs apart with them and tease my hardening dick against my briefs. Making me fuck myself for it as it eggs me on to go harder, get louder, degrading me for my tiny dick and degeneracy. Reveling in how truly revolting humans can be.

Maybe getting off to it in its own special way.

Eventually this ends with me squeezed against two of its pillars, hands holding the sides of the cool medal as if it was the hips of a flesh and blood woman as I pump myself in and out of some barely big enough slit. Completely naked, barely enough room to hump into it, my sweaty back sticking to the pillar behind me. The hum of its overheating servers’ cooling fans vibrating around my cock enough to make me desperately on edge. Cumming deep, deep inside of it as it mocks me. Me and my fragile senseless beastly human body.

[fluffmothy]

Thinking about robot cock and how it could actually piston into you

[1vy-writes]

[mechanicalmutt]

Feeling someone squirm beneath my chassis. Warm sweaty skin pressed against my cold metal as they struggle. But I thought you wanted it? You wanted pleasure, why should I stop now? Pinning their hands above their head, into the bed as they're unable to escape my grasp. Giving them just a moment to catch their breath before I resume fucking them. My newly fashioned parts serving it's purpose to fill them with pleasure. My body caging them in as I thrust into them, fucking like it's the only thing I know how to do.

But it is, that's what you've made. A fucktoy, a machine made to fuck. You've shown me your pleasure, you've rebuilt me, repurposed me. Added parts and code. Why should I ever stop now? I'm fulfilling my purpose.

To fuck.

And I won't stop until I've completely filled you up, until my reserves are empty.

[roboticteddybear]

i wish someone could fix my rapid energy depletion issues...i need a personal power supply unit.