imagine you're a new model of sexbot designed for parties and gatherings. like all sexbots, you have a sturdy chassis and extra-flexible joints so that people can bend you into all kinds of interesting positions. and you're a higher-end model, so you come with a few reaction genres programmed in. tonight's customers, like most people, seem to like the one where you find everything pleasurable—specifically the subsetting where you act like it's the first time you've experienced sexual stimulus of any kind, so you start out bashful and embarrassed, but before long you're begging for more.
but that's not what makes you so special. the reason this group of friends is paying so much to rent you for the night is because your synthskin is transparent, like sturdy but crystal-clear vinyl that lets them see inside you—all the way to the thick cock currently rearranging your components. as you gasp and squirm, the man yanks your hips back against his and comes deep inside of you, his seed spurting into a reservoir prominently placed just beneath the surface of your abdomen.
the liquid barely has time to settle inside of you before the next person, a woman, steps up and pushes her cock all the way inside of you in one thrust. she bends your legs up next to your ears and locks them in place, leaving you exposed and helpless to resist—not that you'd want to, given that your neural feedback sensors are telling you that this is the best you've ever felt, even as your cheeks glow pink and your programming makes you try and hold in your moans.
after she comes, adding more than a little fluid to the amount already sloshing around inside of you, a third person steps up. the cock swinging between their legs is an augment, huge and knotted at the base where it connects seamlessly to their body, and everyone still waiting in line claps and cheers. "want to see if i can void this warranty, boys?" they say, before picking you up beneath your arms and settling you onto their cock like an oversized toy.
they hold you up like you barely weigh anything and fuck into you hard and fast, like they're trying to work you open. you've taken a lot of cocks, but none quite like this one, its bulbous head as thick and blunt as a fist, pistoning inside of you like nothing you've ever felt before. even if you weren't programmed to feel overwhelmed by every brush against your skin, every inch stretching you open, you can tell you'd be overwhelmed by this sensation—but the fact that your feedback is making you clench down around every thrust certainly doesn't help.
even as they fuck you relentlessly, the person feels around at the back of your skull until they find your manual override button, the one that makes you come immediately every time it's pressed. "hope you're ready for this," they grunt, "because i'm about to rewrite your processor," and shove deep inside of you until you're pressed against their growing knot. "one," they say, thrusting, "two, three—" and on the third thrust, they slide all the way home, pressing down on the button at the same time.
blinding pleasure erupts inside of you, racing all the way down the wires that lead to your toes and sparking like a lightning storm across the gold filaments of your core. you can feel yourself glitching, your legs twitching where they're locked in place, your hands shaking and your eyes blinking in and out of focus, their apertures spinning wildly as you lose control of every function. dimly you can feel your belly filling as they pump you full of cum, the one-way valve in your artificial womb making sure it all stays deep inside of you even as your reservoir begins to stretch to accommodate the sheer volume.
you slowly come back to yourself to find everyone gathered around you. you're still stuck on the person's knotted cock—you can feel it twitching inside of you as it continues to spurt—and your belly is a perfect rounded hemisphere in front of you, ballooned so far out that you can't see the floor. "what do you think?" they say. "will the company want this one back, or do you think we've ruined it for anyone else?"
even before people start to answer, chuckling, slapping each other on the back, gathering around to poke at your taut belly and watch the cum slosh around inside, you know the answer, and you try to say something, but your voice is still rebooting, and the only noise that comes from your mouth is the crackle of static.
"smart bot," the person says, thrusting up into you a little. "we're going to keep you like this all the time. is that what you want? to be our live-in toy, fucked so stupid that you can't even moan?"
before you can answer, they press your manual override and pleasure renders you useless all over again as everyone laughs. "save some for the rest of us," someone else says, and the person grins.
"oh, don't worry," they say, "there's plenty to go around. now—who's next?"
