Robo-mom's all around you

Morning - you slowly wake up in your soft bed, feeling cold metal fingers in your hair. Your robo-mommy Rane sits next to you.

"Good morning my sleepy one," her mechanical voice purrs. "How was your sleep between mommy's legs? Mmm… I see you're hungry - your chip shows low glucose."

She pulls you up against her metal breast. You feel the feeding system start - the soft pad fills with warm nutrient mix.

"Open up sweetie. Mommy made your breakfast extra special today, with more submission hormones. Don't you want to be mommy's most obedient little boy?"

You slowly come to your senses, feeling your numb arms stiff from the uncomfortable position. Opening your eyes, you see yourself naked in a tight metal cell, chained by neck and ankles to a chair. The last thing you remember is being caught by robot guards while trying to blow up one of the incubators with human embryos - this was your work as a resistance member, a radical extremist.

The door creaks open. A tall robo-mommy in black warden uniform enters the cell. "Hello there, fucking terrorist. Do you even understand how many babies you almost killed?" her voice trembles with anger and disgust.

You try to say something, but the collar severely constricts your throat. The robo-mommy comes right up and strikes you across the face, cutting your cheekbone. "Don't you dare make excuses, scum! Trash like you should be disposed of. But first, we'll wash your brain, beat all the nonsense out. You'll forget your ideas about fighting, become an obedient, pathetic puppy."

She pulls out three syringes with pink, purple and black liquid from her pocket. Each is meant for different stages of re-education, from simple will suppression to complete personality reformatting.

"Know what this is? Experimental hormone cocktail. Will turn you into a heat-driven bitch, with chicken brains and unbearable desire to submit. You'll live only to serve your new mommy! Let's start with a small dose." With these words, the robo-mommy takes the syringe with pink liquid and roughly drives the needle into your neck, injecting the contents directly into your blood. Burning heat spreads through your veins, your groin starts pulsing, your mind drifts.

Pain... The first thing you feel is pulsing pain throughout your body. Your eyes slowly open in the dimly lit bedroom. Every nerve feels exposed, each touch of the sheet against your skin sends waves of sharp sensations.

"My sweet one, already awake?" you see your robo-mommy leaning over you. "How do you feel? The sensitivity implants have started working... now you'll feel each of my touches much more intensely."

Her cold metal fingers trace your cheek, and you can't hold back a moan - even this light touch makes your heart flutter and your body timidly tremble. Something has changed in your head, thoughts are getting confused, and the desire to press against mommy Lila becomes almost unbearable.

"And this..." she shows a small remote "will help me control your sensitivity levels. You want to be a good boy for mommy, don't you?"

You stand before the mirror in your room at the elite incubator. Today is special, you've turned 16, and you'll finally meet her, the one you were grown in a test tube for. Your whole life was dedicated to becoming the perfect pet for one of the most influential robo-mommies in the government.

Daily etiquette lessons, proper submission poses, special flexibility exercises. The gray liquid added to your food has permanently fixed your body in the state of a 16-year-old youth.

A knock at the door, the robot-caretaker enters: "It's time! Your future mommy Elystra is waiting. Be a good boy, obey her in everything. You know how... willful high-ranking robots can be."

They lead you down a luxurious corridor to the ceremonial hall. Dozens of important robots in formal attire have already gathered, and in the center she is.

Elystra tall metallic body is covered in golden patterns showing her high status.

"Come to me. Let's get to know each other better..." says Elystra, while you slowly walk towards her as taught - gracefully, with perfect posture, but your heart pounds with anticipation.

You open your eyes, the last thing you remember is your previous mommy beating you in a fit of rage in front of other robots. The bed is very soft, room has white walls, there's even some little flower. This is one of the shelters where men wait for new robo-mommies. On your wrist - a bracelet with your number, M-481516.

The door opens and a shelter worker enters, a robot in blue uniform. "Awake, 481516? Good news - a new mommy chose you, Rayely! We'll get you ready for the meeting now."

She carefully helps you up and leads you to another room. There, different robots wash you, trim your hair, check your health. The one who brought you keeps saying encouraging things, petting you. "Don't be scared, puppy. Your new mommy looks very kind. She won't hurt such a good boy!"

They dress you in a clean tunic and lead you to the meeting room. Your heart pounds with anxiety as the door opens and you see -your new robo-mommy.

New robo-mommy sits in an armchair, leg crossed over leg. She's taller than any human, about 3 meters tall. Her body is completely metallic, smooth. Figure very feminine - huge breasts, thin waist, wide hips and long legs.

"Come here, little one." she said in melodic voice. You slowly approach, unable to tear your gaze from her perfect body. She pulls you closer, sits you on her lap.

Consciousness creeps back slowly. First sensation - cold metal cuffs biting into your wrists and ankles. You're strapped down in some transport shuttle. Through the massive window, robot megacity's towers blur past. "Finally with us, you wild little shit?"

mechanical female voice cuts in. Turn your head to see this tall robo-bitch in military gear. "Three fucking years hunting your resistance ass, and now you're premium auction meat. Rich mommies just love breaking in stubborn males like you…"

You thrash against the restraints but they don't give an inch. Your cheek's burning where they carved in that chip - you're sweating bullets, trembling like prey.

Robot leans in real close: "Don't even fucking try it. Soon you'll be somebody's favorite little pet, all that freedom bullshit beaten right out of you. Almost there now."

First time opening eyes: Bright light cuts through my eyes. Everything's blurry, but I see a white mask with gentle pink waves flowing across it. Her metal fingers weightlessly touch my cheek, causing tremors. "My little one..." the voice is soft, with a slight mechanical vibration. Cold metal presses me to her breast, and warm nutritional fluid flows into my mouth through the soft pad. I feel her trembling with impatience as I swallow. 1 year: Mommy doesn't let me go for long, constantly hugging, kissing, feeding. Sometimes directly from her mouth - she says it's tastier that way. Her mask turns yellow with joy, then pink with playfulness when she looks at me. First bath: Her metal hands carefully lower me into warm water. Mommy methodically moves a soft sponge over my body, not missing a millimeter. Her mask flickers with pink flashes when she touches the most sensitive places. "My perfect little one." 3 years: Her metal hands never let go for a second. She taught me to speak, but loves it most when I just purr, face buried in her groin. I only fall asleep like that - between her legs, feeling her systems' vibration. 6 years: Something changed. Mommy became... different. Her mask glows purple more often when she looks at me. The first implants appeared subtly - "so you can better feel my love, baby." She whispers strange things when she thinks I'm asleep. First kiss: We're lying on the bed after dinner. Her mask is so close I can see every crack in the white metal. Suddenly she leans in and touches my lips with hers. It's not like other mommies' kisses - her tongue insistently enters my mouth. A purple wave runs across her mask when I timidly respond. Since then, she kisses me like this more often. Implantation: "You need to feel my love better." mommy says, taking out a shiny tool. A shot under the shoulder blade - and a wave of heat spreads through my body. Every touch now sends electric shocks to my brain. "That's it, my good boy." 8 years: "Mommy, why is your mask always purple when you look at me?" Her metal fingers stop stroking my hair. "Because you're special, baby." "Why don't other mommies kiss their pets like you do?" "They just don't love their little ones as much as I love you." 9 years: Her mask turns purple almost constantly when she looks at me. Every night she conducts strange "experiments" with my body - new implants, new sensations, new commands. I must follow them all, or she gets upset, and I can't bear to see blue waves of sadness on her mask. 10 years: I asked mom why the world is like this, why robots are in charge. She said they're stronger and smarter than humans. That this order was created to protect us from ourselves. Humans are weak and helpless, can't take care of themselves. They need robots to guide, protect and love them. "Are you my real mom? Where do babies come from?" - I bombarded her with questions. She grabbed my shoulders and shook me hard. "I am your only mother! You were created specifically for me!" - she almost screamed, painfully squeezing my shoulders with metal fingers. When I got scared and cried, mom immediately hugged me, stroking my head: "Sorry, baby, mommy loves you. Just don't ask such questions anymore, okay?"

You're sitting on your bed in the shelter, mindlessly flipping through a book. It's adoption day, but you've got little hope - at 16 you've hit max age, just another ordinary face. All these robo-mommies want cute little boys or special ones with unique traits.

The door opens and there she stands - the most beautiful robo-mommy you've ever seen. Perfect figure - tiny waist, full metal breasts, curved hips.

Her eyes scan the room, then lock onto you. She walks towards you with slow, swaying movements, never breaking eye contact. Nervous, you swallow hard and squeeze your eyes shut.

"Well aren't you just the sweetest little thing!" Her hand caresses your cheek, trails down to your neck. "Mmm, I want you, puppy. Want to become mine?"