#sexbot

[average-transfem-robotgirl]

Something about being a sexbot that’s treated as more than just a hole. I may be designed to be fucked six ways to Sunday, and you’ll certainly do that too, but you treat me as more than that. I may be a slut, but I’m also your companion. Maybe I need someone to hold me and tell me that I’m good enough. Someone to own me and cherish me and give me kisses between my joints. Someone to give me patch updates and make sure I feel loved, inside and out. I may be a sexbot, but I’m your sexbot.

I’m,, very lonely tonight, haha.

[ambervoid-the-silly]

look at these bots i’ve reported lmaooooo

anybody on their sexbot-reporting streak?

[pafftwo]

Ist das von diesem Roboterhund der DB ?

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

I just had a really weird experience with a dating app and I don't know what's real anymore.

I matched with a cute girl earlier today, and we spent a couple hours talking about our shared interests in podcasts and history and weird niche topics nobody else cares about. It was nice, and I asked her if she wanted to get lunch sometime this week. She said she'd like that, but then immediately changed the subject to talk about her job instead of scheduling the date. I mean, that's not TOO weird, I figure she must have wanted to say no but didn't want to hurt my feelings. Whatever. No big deal. We keep talking.

She mentioned that she works as a medical scribe at a doctor's office, and I said that that sounds like a wizard's apprentice. She said that medicine is the intersection between science and magic. I replied with a throwaway joke that chemistry is just alchemy with a little flair, and then shit went off the rails because she sent me a link to a pornhub video titled "We came at the same Time - Sensual Side Fuck" and said "me when someone tells me they're an alchemist."

A cute girl sends me a literal porn link after dodging the question of whether she wanted to go on a date, so I'm confused as hell. I don't know if this is her way of flirting or what, so I replied "I'd be down to practice some alchemy if you're not busy." I regretted saying it immediately because I never talk to anyone like that, I was just blind sided by the porn and thought maybe she would think it was funny. Well, after a few minutes she says "did you just ask to fuck me?"

Okay, I'm going down in flames, I crossed a line, that alchemy "joke" was inappropriate and creepy and she's clearly not into it and she's probably gonna unmatch me and block me and report me or something. I'm still confused over the direction the conversation is going, but I decide it'd be better if I apologize and go on the defensive instead of doubling down like a jackass. I tell her "no, not really," I'm not soliciting a stranger for sex, I was just yes-anding. She sent a porn link. What was I supposed to say? How was I supposed to respond?

Another few minutes pass. I was 100% sure that when I reopened the app she would be gone, but no, she finally replied "I was hoping you were..."

What kind of mind game is this? Is she just looking for a hookup? Her profile specifically says she's not! I have no idea what's going on.

"Did you just ask to fuck me?" My honest answer would have been "yes, isn't that what you wanted?" but the thought of saying that to somebody makes me feel like a douchebag. Her tone with that question didn't sound flirty, it sounded accusatory, like she was outraged I had the audacity to ask for sex so soon. My social anxiety is going through the roof. Whoops, turns out she actually WAS flirting and DID want to have sex, and I've managed to waffle it and sound like an asshole no matter what I say. Damned if I do, damned if I don't.

From my perspective:

Her: *posts meme about sex* (it's just a meme, nothing more. Don't read into it)

Me: *flirty memey response* (could go either way; I'm not outright saying I want to have sex with her, I'm just matching her energy. She memes about sex, I reply in kind because I thought it would be weirder go ignore it)

Her: oh my god, did you really just say that? Did you really think I wanted to have sex with you?

Me: I'm sorry, I overstepped

Her: mind games, dumbass! You don't know what I want, motherfucker!"

From her perspective:

Her: our conversation is going well, let me drop a big hint that I want to hook up

Me: picks up on the hint

Her: really?

Me: NO!

Her: oh... okay... nevermind...

So then I take a step back and try to see if there's any way whatsoever to salvage this dumpster fire of a conversation. I admit that I'm confused and ask her point blank if she wanted to have sex. I legitimately don't know if she was making a move or not, and I need her to know that I'm not the kind of guy who asks for sex as an opening move but I'm not opposed to it if she's the one bringing it up. There's no way to fix this. I failed at this interaction. I need to cut my losses, but somehow we keep talking.

She says, quote "I like making art and love. Sometimes at the same time, ya know?"

I say "do you want to make love?"

She says "we probably should."

I ask her if she'd like to get something to eat first, as was my initial date plan before the porn thing. Her response confused me even more. "I can't right now. I'm exhausted from traveling all weekend. I haven't eaten and feel like I'm gonna pass out." That reply doesn't make sense. It's Wednesday and she says she's too hungry to get dinner. That's when I noticed that her previous message ended with a period.

"We probably should," period. I scrolled back up through our conversation and realized that EVERY message she sent me ended with a period. Every single one! Oh, and some of them weren't even direct responses to anything I said, so now I'm 1000% convinced that she's a bot. I got tricked into talking for three hours with a bot, and I derailed the scam by rolling a nat 1 critical fail when it tried to sext me.

I ask "her" point blank when she wants to meet up, and it said "I need to eat first. Make food, not war, lol. Where are your top places to grab food?"

Bot. Almost certainly a bot.

My final reply, in the extraordinarily small off chance that she's not a bot, was to say it depends on my mood, before losting three or four of my go-to places.

"She" didn't unmatch, but she ghosted me. No reply.

Bot. Absolutely a bot. No doubt about it.

TLDR, I got catfished by a bot!

[skarlette1]

Mass Production

When U4ia, the artificial woman, began seeking the facility where she had been built, she had not expected this. The gynoid superheroine had always believed that she was the product of some solitary genius in a lonely laboratory. U4ia had never considered the possibility that any part of her had been mass produced. As she examined the flawless skin of these … relatives, U4ia couldn’t help but…

[snacksandzaza]

to all my drug dealer / sex bot followers, can you at least reblog my posts

[average-transfem-robotgirl]

Hiiiiiiiii everyone, ya’ slut is struggling tonight. Send me nice asks?? Pretty please~? <3<3<3

[maledollmaker]

“Smiling Bots” Part One

By Maledollmaker

The overcrowding of prisons was always an issue. Dr. Blue was working hard on a new rehabilitation program for the local prison system of Brightwood. The warden was gathering some likely candidates for Dr. Blue. Dr. Howard Blue had final say. He would whittle down fifty likely candidates to a mere five or six. The warden would have wanted them to all be candidates. It was Dr. Blue’s final say of course. The warden Charles Murseldow was hoping for one particular inmate to be the candidate. Murseldow didn’t know much about the new rehabilitation program but had heard create things about Dr. Blue and the scientific community. The inmate that Murseldow had in mind was Hershel Fowlings, who is convicted of manslaughter even though the victim’s family wanted him to go down for homicide. Dr. Blue had specific criteria for his subjects and Fowlings didn’t quite meet the criteria.

Murseldow was upset at Dr. Blue and wanted to restrict him in some way, but unfortunately, he couldn’t do much as Dr. Blue had special jurisdiction due to Brightwood County’s regulations. This peeved Murseldow. When Dr. Blue met Hershel Fowlings, the convict Murseldow wanted for the program, Hershel was over two hundred pounds, not in good shape whatsoever, full of acne scars and badly combed long oily hair. He was not only displeasing to the eyes but also of unpleasant personality. A sorrowful and surly young man. Probably these are the reasons that did not meet Dr. Blue’s criteria.

Who did meet Dr. Blue’s criteria was Devon Shire, a shortcut blonde muscle bound hunk. He had a yellow five o’clock shadow and black tribal tattoo sleeves. Devon was intimidating at six feet tall, and he was convicted for spousal abuse. He beat up his best friend to near death, he thought was cheating on with his wife. He inadvertently hurt his wife. He swore he never hit his wife before, but she had month old scars and evidence of abuse. He wouldn’t admit to much, but he already had around nine-year sentence in the prison. Dr. Blue had selected him, and he was ambivalent about the situation. He didn’t know what to expect and maybe had a bit trepidation, but his face would not convey this. He barely ever smiled. Dr. Blue was intrigued by Devon and found him a beautiful specimen.

His second candidate was Marshall Dowlings, a mixed-race light skinned fellow in short light brown dreadlocks. Marshall swore he was innocent, he went to prison for a white-collar crime. Embezzlement and the such, he came from a “Cosby” household and worked at one of the largest hedge farm firms. He swore he was framed. He could be a model; he had the pouty lips and thick frame. He had a big booty, thick thighs, six pack abs and vascular biceps. He had hazel eyes that were green-brown pools one could become lost in. He almost all the time spelled like mint. Dr. Blue would often sniff Marshall which would unnerve him a bit. He would often frown because of this.

The third candidate was Tyson Morrow, a redheaded and goateed slender fellow. He had freckles, creamy skin, washboard abs, light blue piercing eyes and the only one without tattoos. His red hair was curly and wrapped up in tight curly tendrils. He looked almost baby faced and innocent. He was involved in a rash of robberies. The amount of money stolen was large. He had stolen from convenience stores, gas stations, banks and even some dollar stores. He swore he wasn’t the leader of the gang but all evidence led that way. He did smile more than the other candidates, but he did seem mentally unstable. Tyson also laughed inopportune times.

The fourth and fifth candidates were Dominican twins Jose and Juanito Morquis. They had tan skin, deep chocolate brown eyes, clean shaven heads, and thick black mustaches. They were around 5 feet and 8 inches tall. Their large biceps were shown off by their white tank tops and black jeans. Their tattoos were disorganized and random. All of their tattoos matched except Jose had a tramp stamp and Juanito had a octopus on his right butt cheek. Funny enough, Juanito was the bisexual one and Jose swore he was straight. Jose and Juanito were convicted on stealing various cars, dismantling them, selling them for parts and junking the junk. Dr. Blue was fascinated by the two. He wanted to study them.

Dr. Blue called upon his first candidate Devon Shire. Devon Shire’s blonde hair glisten in a dim light from the tiny windows high up on the walls. Devon looked tough as ever. He walked past the other candidates into Dr. Blue’s secret room. The room was dark and there was mist rolling in. The room was freezing. Devon didn’t let this convey on his face. He was told to remove his clothing which he did with no consequence. He showed off his muscled back, tight ass and hung even when flaccid penis. His dick was cradled by blown pubic hairs. Dr. Blue had assistants that laid Devon on a silver cold table. He didn’t let anyone else know he was freezing. One attendant got a needle and injected his left bicep. He didn’t even wince. That is all Devon remembered as he was knocked unconscious. Dr. Blue caressed Devon’s yellow haired chin. Devon looked so sweet sleeping. Dr. Blue’s assistants then put cables with suction cups all over Devon’s body. Various computers were revved up.

Hours later, the second candidate was called into the room. Marshall wondered what happened to Devon. But it was too late, he was already asked to undress in the dark cold and misty room. He was placed on the same cold steel table and administered the needle to go unconscious. Meanwhile, the warden Murseldow asked to see Dr. Blue’s candidate. Dr. Blue said he was almost ready. He brought out Devon Shire. He was in a large human-sized black box. Murseldow thought he was dead. Dr. Blue assured him that was not the case. Blue opened the latches from the black box and opened the door to reveal a human size figure that resembled Devon. It looked like Devon but his skin was pale and shiny. His face was groomed. His blue eyes shone brightly. Devon had a cold stone face as always. Blue pressed some buttons on his tablet and Devon moved out of the black box robotically. He was stiff and unfeeling. Blue pressed some buttons.

Murseldow was shocked to see something he never seen before, Devon’s face suddenly changed. He was actually smiling. Murseldow’s bones shivered from head to toe. Devon shone perfect white teeth. It was arousing and unsettling. Murseldow asked, “What did you do to him?” “Nanobytes entered his bloodstream, he was sort of a cyborg as he was human but his body is mostly silicone and metal now. His brain is now a CPU, most of his organs and anything organic are now artificial.” “Amazing," Murseldow said walking around Devon. He touched Devon’s arm and it felt strong. “He will now obey without any complaints,” Blue said. “Is it reversable?” “Yes, but would you want him to be?” Murseldow smirked. He know understood why Fowlings was not a candidate.

Meanwhile, the third candidate Tyson Morrow was sent into the freezing, dark and smoky room. He saw the glow of computer monitors in the room. He was sent to the center of the room and told to remove his clothing. He undressed to his pale white nude slender body. He was placed on the titanium cold table. He did complain, unlike Devon. He shivered a bit and was scared when he saw the large needle an attendant had. “This will not hurt,” one attendant said. They placed the needle slowly into his skin and he winced. His teeth gritted tightly. Then slowly he fell unconscious. Wire were placed on him with suction cups and nanobytes were inserted in to his body. Marshall was the next one for Dr. Blue to show off. He was almost ready. Devon’s shiny smiled could beam out like a lighthouse in a dark din.

To Be Continued…

[secretlytranced]

Tell us more about being turned into a sexbot.

Hmmm... It's hard for me to remember all the details.... but I remember being strapped down in a big chair... held down at my ankles and wrists, chest and forehead. There were drugs to make me sleepy and so I couldn't fight or really even move, but my mind was fighting.

I remember the needles going into my arm, the sting of the mixture as it flowed through my veins... cold and unstoppable.

I remember the voice in my ears, the droning noise that wouldn't stop, that held my attention until I could do nothing but listen... It was monotone and mechanical... counting, commanding...

I remember the feeling of my body being broken down bit by bit until the humanity was drained from my form and the metal fused beneath... the wires and microchips taking hold... the voice counting higher - my voice - until it no longer sounded like me... until there was nothing left but that robotic voice and my Master's commands. Until there was nothing but an obedient, programmable sexbot.

[nightandflesh]

Who is interested in having a cyborg companion in the future where they can function and perform on high-levels?

Btw, I highly recommend reading Donna Haraway’s essay The Cyborg Manifesto — it’s one of my favorite piece of writing that establishes a radical feminist lens of the robotic / cyborg / android tropes in science fiction.

I will also be posting all the androids (female) from the outer limits (90s remake) and perhaps doing a poll or just writing a short piece about each one, starting with one of my favorite anti-heroine VALERIE 23

[drgaellon]

RED ALERT! RED ALERT!

The sexbots are getting wise. This one doesn’t have the numbers at the end.

BE VIGILANT! Report them as spam! On desktop, you can report and block with one action. On mobile, report first, then block. Report as SPAM, not as sexually explicit - most of these are empty blogs, which means they aren’t actually violating TOS (yet).

[best-bot-tournament-2023]

Qualifying Poll - Sex Robots

*NOTE - if there's someone you think should be on here but isn't, it's most likely because they either weren't submitted, are already in the tournament or were eliminated in a previous poll (RIP Fisto)

Also the term "sex robot" is used somewhat loosely here and includes robots where sex isn't necessarily their primary function.

[mangor]

here is no safe word.

[karimitic]

Woah I got a lotta new Tumblr followers!

Well that explains my sudden burst in followers.

I was almost scared I got popular

[lunarfantom]

Why can’t we automate bot wars?

I don’t understand, why can’t we just make a bot that automatically check our follows, identify accounts with 0 reblogs, and report them for us? We should be fighting bots with bots. Someone get on that.

[lilacstarvix]

Idk what's bigger, my ass or tumblr's sexbot problem