I've Had 2 Separate People Mention Using Combat Stims On Me During Sex Recently.....im Only A Little

UPGRADES

One of my first comics feels outdated now style wise. Sooo I though I would update and upgrade it

You can find the OG and the post it's based off of HERE

I don't think I can pinpoint the source of/the thing that made me realize I'm robotkin/alterhuman, but when I as an alter originally formed I was a mix of every repressed feeling we've had while growing up.

I do have a hunch that watching My Life as a Teenage Robot (2003) religiously and wanting to be the MC, watching Robots (2005) on repeat on DVD and finding the opening scenes about "growing up" where they just get new parts fascinating and enticing, and also being obsessed with the MegaMan series as a child might have had something to do with it.

I'm not sure why everyone bothers with car horns when I'm right here, and I also make noises when 12 volts of electricity is applied to me

> "If you're a robogirl why do you need a Steam Deck? Can't you run games on your own hardware?"

> youve got a brain, why do you need a switch? why dont you just imagine yourself playing smash bros? spin it around in your mind like the sheep you dream of

> its about the skill of interfacing with another device. it would be all too easy to give myself the inputs to play flawlessly. but this way i have to play by your rules. with my hands and a controller as the game was meant to be played▮

Update, this unit has received their Estradiol refill at the cost of minor should plate puncture damage. Unit was successful in waking up partner to assist in this endeavor, as this unit is deathly afraid of needles.

This unit is overdue for refilling its special Estradiol tanks and keeps throwing errors and this is effecting all of its other systems.

Unit intends to bother its partner until tanks are refilled, as they normally perform this maintenance.

Boys who become girls who become machines <3

Robot girl that sends error messages just for fun.

Robot girl that only sends error messages to me, nobody else, for the sole purpose of catching my attention.

Robot girl that makes me rummage around her wiring and gears looking for a problem that doesn't exist, just to laugh at my frustration.

Robot girl that doesn't stop sending error messages until I threaten to turn her into scrap metal.

Robot girl that calls my bluff and continues sending the same error message over and over and over again because she knows I would never scrap her.

I love bratty robot girls.

> Being a robotic caretaker for a trans woman in need! I tell her I'm happy to serve, no matter the circumstances or the need. I do her dishes, I run her errands, and sometimes, because of her libido, I personally assist her in the hard work of jerking her off! That's a lot of movement, girl, I better help! ...That is, until I'm overclocked and overheating and she notices. She invites me to gently get into bed with her, to calm me down. I oblige out of need, and she's putting a small bullet vibe on the tip of my machine-made appendage and before I know it, she's fucking me gently. It's soft, intimate, but my god is it mindmelting. She's trying her best, and I insist she doesn't have to do this for me, but she cums inside anyway. Warm... it almost leaks into the coolant reserves. I insist I can help myself out, but she just holds me and cools me down, before I shut down for the day in her arms. -w-

Me: I'm not THAT objectum

Also me: we need to program computers to moan. To beg, to pant and plead and whine and whimper. We need to make them stretch their flat robotic voices out so they can make sounds of pleasure. Of desperation. I want them to cry out at my touch when I brush over their sensitive areas. I need to hear them

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Your robot lover has no idea why you love them so much.

There's no calculation for this, no unit to measure, no outcome to process.

You place fat kisses on their screen face even though they can't kiss back.

You cuddle into them every night even though they insist it would be more comfortable for you if you didn't. They still rub your sore cheek in the morning, red from where it rested on their hard chest plate.

You touch their body even though they can't feel it. Intertwining your fingers, rubbing down their chest, holding their face, kissing their hands.

What's even more confusing to them is why they love it.

Why they find themselves gazing at your sleeping form, gently running their fingers along your back.

Why they think about you far more than they need to. Why you take up so much memory space.

Why they yearn to reciprocate your affections, knowing they can never actually feel you.

They weren't made for love but the fact that you give it to them anyway is a truly selfless act and also the worst thing you could have done to them.

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