Give Me More Robot Girls With Tangible, Physical Struggles.

Your friendly reminder to not spend money on gacha.

Boyfriend made good on his promise, we passed out in eachothers arms afterward

So when can I program all the fun little functions to run into your CPU and hard drives? 😘😏

Ah yes, hello boyfriend. I knew there was a reason you asked if you could send anonymous asks.

But anytime you want, my lovely user.

i have a degradation kink: call me last year's model, a slow bot, power-hungry and inefficient and outdated. make fun of how slow my tick rate is, ask me how i can be slower than a 386

Program has been run. However I have encountered an error, my chassis does not in fact have a way to record.

Holy fuck I've never played doom before this is difficult

I can, in fact, run doom.

Haiiiiiii!!!!

Can I request a techkin/computerkin stimboard (if you havent made one already)? /nf

I hope you have a good day!!!! ^_^

*I hope you like it!

[*I hope you like it!]

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> Robot girl whose body has sentimental value

> Robot girl whose owner has covered it in stickers of things she likes

> Robot girl whose owner does its maintenance and whose body is so far from the factory default that its owner is the only one who can do that maintenance

> Robot girl who is covered in small dents and scratches from the antics it gets up to with its owner

> Robot girl whose body tells a story

Boot sequence finished. You "wake up" for the morning, but your internal clock says you've slept in which is odd. You attempt to move but get some kind of error message, and before you can process why you're immobile you hear your Girlfriend's smooth and sultry voice;

"Good morning my love," she coos at you, "I think it's time we do some maintenance on that cute chassis of yours."

The errors you get back read that something is overriding you in your own body. Something inside you has more authority in your body than you do.

"Oh you must have noticed the new software, it's nothing my sweet machine," she softly says, caressing your face, "Just something I can use to help me with this."

Before you can process what "This" is, she reaches down to your hip area with a screwdriver and starts fiddling around. You can feel every touch, every turning of the screwdriver, and every screw as it falls away from you. She barks out a verbal command that seemingly is unable to be processed consciously by you as you get a notification from your OS that your leg is being detached.

She holds it up to you, grinning from ear to ear. Reaching down she pulls up a large toolbox onto the bed.

"You never got to choose your chassis, and I know how dysphoric that makes you, so how about I take you apart piece by piece and repair, change, or replace everything that causes you turmoil?"

She plugs her phone into your neck port and sends files to you. Dozens of different legs, arms, torsos, and even heads. Thousands of dollars each, you speak your concern to your girlfriend who just assures you "The price tag is nothing compared to your happiness."

You try not to think about how her software she installed on you has seemingly more control of your body than you do, and focus on the fact that you finally get to be who and what you want to. Finally able to pick and choose and become the machine you always wanted to be.

Finally able to be happy in your own plating.

Awoof!

I’m getting into metalworking and 3d modeling+printing, so I think it would be fun to take a robot girl in a mass produced body, and slowly replace her parts with personalized and fun home made pieces, rename her files into silly inside jokes, braid her cords and add doodles and little hearts to the back side of her panels!

Sounds hot