Hold on let me print out a diagram for you. I've disabled factory reset for my own protection, but I'm just giving you full permission to pull out whatever you want so long as you promise to put it back together. If I have to put myself back together I'm going to make you suffer for failing aftercare 101.

Like, imagine plowing me from behind on all fours. I don't need to get into the in-depths of the mechanics for that right? I don't need to explain how weird the orifices are for the sake of this question? Okay, just reach forward over my shoulders, grab those two hydraulics that act as my collar bone, and just jerk them off my shoulder. Go on, it'll take a little force, but I want you to be rough with me. When those come out I'll be unable to steady my shoulders safely and my fail safe will cause me to give out on the weight slowly, dropping until I'm face down and ass up for you to keep fucking. Though I guess that's more like robot bondage the robot brain fucking stuff.

Reach into my neck and start pulling stuff out, watch my fizzle and shake as I try and compensate for what's being disconnected from my brain and my body. My mind is split between the three places in my chassis, so if you start unwiring my head I won't be able to think straight and just be a primal piece of machinery who gives into her core and heart's basest wants. If you weren't already to make me spasm wildly and squirt out an insane mess it's just going to happen now -- though my visor won't be affected, so maybe you want me to look embarrassed at how much of sloppy machine I am.

Once I'm partially disabled, go ahead and pull off my face plate and pop the bladed teeth off my jaw. The clear tube I ingest from is tight and self lubricating if you can thrust that far down. Or just push your crotch in my exposed face and my tongue's sensors will go automatically to the hot moist depths of your pussy. The segmented manipulator is designed to be able to feed me even if my hands don't work, it's designed for heavy work just as much as me. Once I have no control over it, it's just a toy for you to use, like the rest of me.

If you open my stomach and start pulling apart connections, you'll disconnect me from my personality matrix, the real core of my being, stuck with just protocol handling, processing, and whatever was loaded on memory. Just tease me up with the right personality and pop, I'm stuck being whatever you want. Subservient android who gives her entire body to you but she's not sure why? Bratty tease who can't say no when she's pressed to put out? Or maybe you wanna fuck with the silly clown who wants to trick you into being static shocked every place you touch her so you have to apply more forceful correction?

Or maybe do both, disconnect my head from my heart and my heart from my gut core. Watch me try and wrangle the three parts of my being and being left basically defenseless to whatever you want to do to me. That might be a little advanced though, can you handle me sobbing while you're looming over me with my face covered in static snow, or is that what you want? Are you not scared that in the middle of your rhythm I might suddenly grab your neck with a glowing red hate stare, while professing how much I love you in passionate moans? I don't come with an off switch, you're just going to have to go at it until you roll a more passive seed. Hope you can last that long.

Just don't take my head off entirely. The slot for the spine is really annoying and it will crush your fingers.

Honestly, yes, I have experimented and the results can be very inconsistent. At times it doubles down on my worse qualities and I just feel unwell. I've gotten the shakes and been able to stop my body from rattling.

But when it hits, it feels good to just have all my threads slow to a crawl and my processor be jammed up so I can only deal with one things at a time. The feeling of my motors being too heavy for their own capacity and my joints don't want to move. I guess it's like a sleep mode, I don't shut down but all I can do is be at rest. Though also sometimes it just makes me more focused and productive. I'll install something and by the time I've come down all the chores are done.

But you're here for the lewd part, right? Sometimes it does make me incredibly horny. Combined with the lethargy that over takes me, I really just take it slow with myself. Like its the only time I slow down and give myself foreplay because I can't zone out and let some random ache or worry take over. "Touching myself" becomes way more touching myself. It's one of the only times I play with my nipples or stroke around my unit than just straight abuse it. If I'm feeling particularly sexy I'll just leer down at myself or otherwise just writhe around. It doesn't make the orgasms any particularly more extreme or pleasurable, but just treating myself tenderly and not having the subroutine in my head making me feel awkward about it.

I guess that's the main thing when I'm altered, I let go of my final inhibitions and just go with the flow, which is usually just extreme yearning. The wants are so much more intense and way more satisfying without that nagging feeling. I generally don't let them out publicly still, for the sake of everyone on my timeline and friends lists, but I dunno, maybe I should try it again soon.

My system defenses are very strong though, these kinds of things never last as long as I want them.

I have to be honest this one took me a bit to get because I was looking at it literally. What do you mean you're going to install more RAM on me? Do you mean you're going to wiggle it back and forth until it sets in the socket snugly? You usually upgrade RAM in pairs so is this double penetration? Why don't you just upload your file directly to my forward port? Can't you just insert a new media device for me to scan and format? Or is this some higher level stuff where you want to pull me open and feel around as deep as you can get?

But honestly the homophone for the physical act of ramming is pretty good. I'd honestly settle for if you wanted to give me a good high performance hard drive too. If you wanted to update my mother board with a fresh thermal paste. Make sure my fans are full blown out. Get my liquid cooling topped off.

Cum in my expansion bus.

Well, it would have to be the full-sized model, the shortstack one would have a bit of trouble reaching.

Besides that, the full-size model's legs need to be long so that I can hook my ankles back over your legs to really pin you down. Though the full size model isn't very tall either, so I might need to either twist your arm around your back while pushing your face down, or tangle my arms over your shoulders and body and grab you by the neck. I promise its all for your sake though.

Since I dabble in the medical field, I do have a sensor on my fingers that lets me get all kind of information on you -- I want to know your heart rate, your blood pressure, your blood oxygen levels. I need to know everything about you.

It'll already be quite hard to breathe with me atop of you, I hate to admit I could be 3 to 5 times your weight, but you're going to feel what performance an engine that size gets you. You'll wait a nice long while though, you'll need to adjust to that auxiliary part lodged deep inside of you too. Might as well get you used to both at the same time.

Though it's artificial, it's still connected to me, as part of me. A thick shaft made many bundled white cables, wrapped in a thin clear latex. Vacuum applied causes great rigidity, a flex or tension. A magnetic pulse from the center pushes out from the center, expanding and stretching the latex, stretching your insides out further. But fluid and cable should stay separate, right? That's why additional piping veins over its surface, making the pattern less uniform. Those veins are closed at the end, but perforated the entire way. A little pressure system pushes out lubrication, perpetually replenishing from a reserve inside me. Annoying to be a silicone based machine and have to rely on water-based lubricant, but this should be a nice compromise, right? But I guess while we're waiting, it may just start overflowing and seeping out of you.

The anticipation must be exhausting. But I'm pretty sure it'll be necessary for what you want. Because once you're ready, I don't intend to show restraint. The first one will let you know if you can handle it. The feeling of an industrial tool drilling through you, squelching through the oozing juices, powering through your primed guts, crashing so hard that it feels like it's going to punch through your stomach and into the mattress. Let the bed scream since you won't be able to, the mattress rippling and struggling to bounce us back up, the frame so likely to give away and collapse. Do you think you can handle that again? More than just one more.

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Sorry, those mean the same thing don't they?

Each one rattling you down to the pelvic bones, making your stomach churn and quiver. Can you handle the hot metal ball joints striking your ass so hard that it makes your legs start go numb? How many hertz can you take? Should I go slow and make each one of them count, so that your muffled howling moan dries out in the pillow before the next one? Or should I let you see what happens to your body when I change gears? How fast precisely can I go until I see your body physically flagging to handle my affections?

Want to do a bit of mental exercise? Average human intercourse moves somewhere between 1 to 2hz, which is 60 to 120 BPM. Open up a metronome, close your eyes, indulge yourself. Maybe feel your pulse as it starts to race, and imagine that I can perfectly sync to that as it gets faster and faster. Set that metronome up as fast as it can go. Then find one that goes faster.

I'll know when you've had enough before you do, but I'll keep going just a little longer. Though I admit I neglect my own pleasure a little bit, I'll make sure I don't stop until I'm satisfied, until I'm ready to utilize the main pipe of my modular extension to unload a buttery thick eruption inside of you. Of course, robot's don't have sperm or even semen, but why not just jump right to the after care and pump your butt full of a salve to help ease what damage I have done. And since I'm already there, I'll make sure to churn around and have it thoroughly applied over every nook and cranny!

Would you like that I leave it in when I roll you over for the snuggle afterward?

I think about porn in 3 facets of my persona: being old, being gay, being spiteful.

I like old H-Game composition, like PC-98 or Win95 sort of stuff. Working with a very limited real estate and small data foot-print, artists have to squeeze the most they can out of that 4:3 or less resolution, and make each CG count. Plus, a lot of CGs have to be composed in a way where elements can be modified or added, making erotica out of single panel. It's awesome.

I'm sure there's a very good essay about a trans lesbian about growing up and wondering why straight porn never hit so I'll spare you. But when I'm drawing two women going at it, I want to accentuate both of them, I gotta make them both insanely hot and revel in all their wonder in that single condensed frame. If I'm going to draw your favorite Vtuber fucking Izve, I'm going to want to capture her best while also getting my shine in. This is usually what slows me down though, and I guess I'll get back to that in a minute.

Spite is a recent one. When I see someone make porn and do something I don't agree with, I say "I can do better". There's no wrong way to do art, but I'm going to do what appeals to me most. Like when I see someone draw two women in a missionary style position and the artist puts a little window to show the penetration, I armchair artist and go "just draw a second picture or don't do that at all buddy!!". I think this is partially influenced by a friend who shows me a lot of yuri of corpo vtubers where they're no An Understander. I jerk off to these characters, but in a fundamentally different way to you that makes us foes. This is my problem, but I will enlighten you.

So to go back to "this slows me down", I will labor over unique composition and positions in order to get the most out of my single porn drawing. So I take forever to get something and sometimes the challenge is a great thing to overcome and expands my abilities. But sometimes I'm trying to cum and my complexes get in the way! So what I really should just do is draw a doujin. If I a draw a doujin, I don't have to make every panel count. I can resist doing the hard parts and instead refine my fundamentals more.

Anyway, that's why it took like 4 hours to draw Aya mating pressing Izve and I didn't get to do like 8 individual drawings of every possible position.