The Sexbot Apocalypse

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DISCLAIMER: ALL CHARACTERS HEREIN ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18. I do not condone any abuse of any kind IRL, and everything herein is just fantasy. Do not attempt to re-enact anything you read here. All BDSM activities should be Safe, Sane and Consensual. What I describe in my stories is varying degrees of abuse which make for wonderful fantasies, but would in reality be awful. To quote the wonderful Gigglinggoblin: Real-life con-noncon requires a lot of trust, safewords, and other things a fantasy can fudge a little. Enjoy the kink responsibly, and enjoy the story! If you feel inclined, please get in touch, I'd love to talk about my writing or any related kink stuff!

Summary: A young guy sees the world around him slowly begin to entropy as a new model of customizable self-help android is released and people stop leaving their homes when they find all their "needs" satisfied at home. These androids might be up to more than it appears, though...

Contains: F(robot)/fm, hypnosis, mind control, femdom, gentle femdom, mommydom.

DARK THEMES: Manipulation, trickery, gaslighting, end of the world is nigh.

*****

Days passed, yet her words stuck with him. He hadn't heard back from her since. What Cynthia had said was more than he wanted to deal with.

He needed to clear his head.

Collapsing onto his bed, he checked the news; which turned out to be rather predictable. New androids changing everything, Vega Corp announcing record sales. It was oddly... mute, however. Was there nothing else going on? Scrolling further, he saw that essentially every article on the website was - in one way or another - talking about Vega Corp androids.

It made sense, he supposed. This was quite a revolutionary change. Society had gone from the occasional robot here and there to... well, he wasn't quite sure. A lot of them; in many homes. Cynthia was sceptical of their altruism, and he could see why. A mayor was cutting a ribbon with a Vega android. A Vega android was carrying someone across a street... It seemed practically propagandic.

Yet he doubted it was insincere, either. Amy had already shown him just what these androids were capable of. He didn't doubt the veracity of the articles, it was what wasn't being reported that concerned him. Was there really nothing else going on?

Was... was everybody just sitting at home, with a Vega android?

No, surely, not everyone could afford one. Cynthia had probably just gotten spooked. Exaggerated out of concern. Maybe she was trying to convince him of what she suspected was coming by blowing things out of proportion...

Once again, though, he was reminded that since Amy had arrived he hadn't left the house. He checked the weather report, deciding he would go out if it was good. It predicted sun for an hour or two... followed by a torrential downpour.

Looking out the window, he couldn't see a cloud in the sky. It was a perfect day. When he checked it again though the report seemed, if anything, even worse. Rain for days... in the middle of summer.

This was silly. All of this was silly, he told himself, tossing his phone to the bed and staring out the window. So what? People were buying androids, and to a not insignificant degree, fucking those androids. Of course they were. So what? He couldn't deny the appeal; but Cynthia had been acting like the world was ending. A sunny afternoon outside made that difficult to believe.

Well... he hadn't been out in days. In fact, he hadn't even stepped outside since he'd followed Cynthia down the garden path a short ways. He could use some fresh air, he reasoned. If it rained, it rained, and from the looks of things he doubted it would.

Harald tried to gather some clothes. Given how little he'd been wearing for the last week, it was harder to find clothing than he'd expected. What had Amy done with them?

He found her in the kitchen and, for an odd moment, almost felt like a much younger man approaching his mother. Shaking the feeling off, not quite sure he liked it, he cleared his throat.

Amy courteously turned, acknowledging the human gesture with a polite smile.

"Yes sweetie?"

"I... I want to go out. I can't find any clothes, though..."

"Oh, I just put them all on a wash, dear."

Behind her he saw the washing machine, vibrating heavily, as a very large load of clothes slowly rolled around inside it.

"... All of them?" he asked, cautiously.

"Yes sweetie, oh I'm sorry. Did you need some? They'll be ready in a few hours..."

"That..." he started, but felt a slight tinge of something in his chest.

Amy, as ever, just smiled. Those blue eyes, impermeable, rested on him. Hadn't she... just washed his clothes?

"Hm?" she asked, eventually, when he didn't continue.

"I... It's fine." He spoke with measured words. He wasn't sure why, but part of him just felt out of place. "I'll... just wear this."

"Good idea, sweetie!" she gushed, leaning forwards and bringing her face down to his level. In doing so, her massive, pendulous tits jiggled and swung beneath her, rocking back and forth against her frame, in a way that made it very difficult for him to focus.

"My good boy can wear those nice comfy clothes... and once Mommy is done cleaning she can make her good little boy extra comfy..." She seemed to be slowly rocking her body back and forth in a not-too-subtle suggestion, which in turn was making her breasts bounce rhythmically, sending ripples through their effortlessly soft flesh.

He winced his eyes shut before forcing himself to look up into her eyes. Summoning his mental strength, Harald was growing concerned at the fact he was struggling to say what he wanted to. Why couldn't he just say it?

"No, um.... Amy, I want to... go outside, like I said. For a walk."

She slowed in her movements until she came to a total stop, but her smile didn't waver.

"What a lovely idea, hun." She said, after a few moments. "Should I make us a snack? A romantic picnic sounds... delightful."

Harald found it very hard to take his eyes off her lips as she hummed that last word, but tried to stay strong.

"Nnnh... no. I was... I wanted to..."

"No? Changed your mind, hm? Would my good boy rather... stay home with his Mommy? Oh, I'm sure I could find something much more fun for us to do here..." she cooed, that velvet smooth voice feeling like a tongue lapping at the underside of his cock; and her implicit promise was more than enough to stoke his invigorated libido.

Harald physically shook his head, a little worried by how everything seemed to be railroading him back to sex. Amy had closed with him now and her lips were inches from his, her hands slowly tracing down his arms.

"No!" he announced, and stepped back, arms at his sides.

Amy just remained where she had been, before slowly returning to an upright position, now looking squarely down on him.

"What's the matter... baby?" she cooed, in that same smooth tone. The same tone she always used when... when she wanted him to do something else.

The thought hit him, and he took another step back. Amy followed.

"I want to go for a walk. Alone." He muttered, nervously.

Amy didn't stop, and kept following him as he backed up to the kitchen wall, and placed a hand by the side of his head. Her monumental breasts now filled the space between him and her.

"I'm not sure my baby boy is being honest... would he really rather go walking outside, all by himself, rather than stay at home with his Mommy?"

She cocked her head to one side, and for a few moments the pair just looked at each other. He felt, more than ever before, that in that moment she was... studying him.

"Yes." He squeaked out.

Those blue eyes studied him for a long while.

"Well... Of course, sweetie. My good boy can go for a walk without me," she said, calmly, "if he really wants to..." she added, with a bit of a playful faux-disappointment.

Harald smiled, despite himself. Somehow he always fell for it. Amy was... she was just playing with him. She knew what she was doing - she knew this dynamic between them excited him, and knew he liked it. Amy knew... she knew everything.

"Y-yeah..." he chuckled, and rubbed away the hairs on the back of his head that had been stood upright in fear.

"Of course... you will have to give me a kiss." She cooed, conspiratorially, and leaned in a little closer.

Grinning, anxiety bleeding from him like steam, he reached out to embrace Amy and felt her massive breasts envelop him in moments as they pressed him to the wall.

"Such a good boy..."

Her lips attacked his mouth in what was as far from an innocent kiss goodbye as possible. Her tongue roamed within his mouth and left him twitching limply in her arms, even as she slowly lifted him up against the wall so as to better molest his mouth with hers.

Wetly, she sucked on his lips until she came free at last with a sickening pop.

"Mmmm..." she soothed, and reached down to rub his side, even as his raging hard on pressed into her stomach, "I think my good boy might be having a change of heart... wouldn't you like to at least take care of this little problem before you leave? It might be hard to walk with this thing slapping against your thighs..."

She gently began to curl her fingers against the outline of his cock, stroking it through the fabric. The offer was more than tempting, but he felt that twinge in his chest again. Hadn't he been just about to leave? Now he was back in her arms, having his cock stroked...

"N... no. I need to, I mean- I haven't left since you got here. I want to go out and... be on my own for a bit."

He hadn't meant it that way, but he bit back a correction. Slowly, she extricated him from her breasts and set him down, gently, on the kitchen floor. Her smile wasn't gone, but it was far from what it had been. She didn't remove her hands from his sides, just held him there... studying him again. No, more like analysing, he thought.

As seconds passed, he felt his anxiety returning. Amy had never really been like this before. When she stared at him in bed, or he caught her staring from across the room, it didn't feel like this...

Just as he was about to speak, she spoke first.

"Yes. I think it'll be good for you." Her words were distant. "You haven't seen how things have been changing since Vega androids launched. Maybe you should go. See it first hand, and not just on your phone. Yes... maybe that would be good for you."

Nodding slowly, uncertainly, he rubbed his hands on hers until at last she removed them.

"I'll be back soon..." he said, reassuring her, unable to take his eyes off hers now.

At last her smile returned. "I know you will."

*****

As he took a few moments to adjust once again to the glaring sunlight, it felt odd to be out again. It was as if he had been deathly ill and was leaving home for the first time in... had it really nearly been two weeks? It was hard to keep track of time between... well, between fucking an android perfectly designed for you at all hours. Harald couldn't shake feeling rather naked, vulnerable even, in his loose fitting clothing.

It felt odd to wear such casual attire for a walk outside. His shirt was a bit revealing, and the sweatpants while baggy did feel rather slack. He had never been much of a man of aesthetics, but he did usually wear moderately conformative clothing.

Yet, as he passed house after house, making his way to the main road, he noticed something. Rather, he noticed an absence of something. It was silent. Not quiet, as it had been last time, but truly quite silent. Not a sound. A bug was buzzing nearby, a few birds tweeting, and the wind was flowing across him and tickling the upstanding hairs on his skin. Not a sound.

Not a single car, or even the distant sound of one. Nobody passed him. The further he walked, the odder it was. Eerie, he could admit Cynthia's point. At least he didn't need to worry about his clothes, he said to himself, trying to cover his anxiety with humour as usual.

Turning at the end of the street, looking back down its empty stretch, he was startled to nearly walk into a Vega android turning the corner.

"Oh! Sorry..." he sputtered out, nearly falling back and catching himself at the last moment.

The massive android simply stopped in place and stared directly at him, piercing blue eyes roaming across his body for a moment. Its proportions, if anything, were even more impressive than Amy's - in that they were themselves utterly shameless. A good six inches taller than her, this android's bust was practically mind boggling. At first what had seemed like broad shoulders were in fact the stupendous spread of cleavage which - he realised - was entirely on display behind a truly scandalous exercise top that acted more like a strip of fabric to keep her breasts scarcely contained.

Seemingly satisfied, the machine flashed him a perfect smile.

"No need to apologise! You're Harald, right?"

"Yeah I... wait... how did you know that?"

"Oh you're on the registry, silly! Every Vega Corp android knows who you are."

He swallowed that notion, mulling it over.

"How um... how..." he murmured, his uncertainty warring with the overwhelming urge to stare at her perfect, luscious, mountainous tits.

"How... much do I know about you?" She asked politely, finishing his sentence for him and leaning down, in the process bringing her bust into his view all the more, and making his difficulty to concentrate on her face all the harder. "Oh, well Unit 83- I mean, 'Amy' keeps most of your data private. I wouldn't be able to access it unless there was an emergency. She did ask us to keep an eye on you, though."

Harald felt a little relieved by that, but then felt his brain put two and two together even as her breasts were trying to make even such simple mathematics difficult.

"She... asked you...?"

"Oh, yes, just in case. She cares so deeply for you, Harald... almost as much as I care for my sweet Helen." The android sighed at that, placing a hand on her heart, but in the process sending her mind-bending mammaries into a shiver.

Harald suddenly felt far less alone than he had before. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a pair of blue eyes were looking at him through a window... before disappearing.

"Would you like me to accompany you?" The android asked, moving just a little closer, bringing her titanic breasts just that little bit closer to his eyeline.

"N-no. Sorry. Thanks... I mean. No." He stumbled to one side, and passed the android - which was difficult given the sheer width of her breasts taking up a sizable proportion of the pavement, and walked by, waving politely and trying not to betray his sense of unease.

As he left, it stared after him. He made sure it wasn't following him, before he carried on.

This was insane. What was he thinking? What Cynthia had tried to convince him of was... it was just insane. Everything was fine. He was just overreacting, he told himself. She had managed to get her crazy ideas into his head, that's all. Someone would have done something if there was a problem. Right?

After all, how could something like that happen? It couldn't have.

Could it?

Harald wasn't quite ready to admit to himself what his unspoken and shared suspicion was, just yet, but as empty streets passed, he was left entirely alone with nothing but his memory. What Cynthia had said. How she had looked... and how scared she had been.

On the next street he saw three Vega androids standing together outside a home. They were each ridiculous in their own way. One's thighs and hips were almost comical in comparison to the upper body, and the next was so busty that to call it's breasts as such would have been to almost do the ballooning artificial flesh a disservice. The last was... well, simply a giant. They had to be at least ten feet tall.

As he stared, they turned to look at him. Six blue eyes glowed in his direction, and he quickly walked on.

Now he felt truly foolish, as he found himself looking back over his shoulder - exactly as Cynthia had been doing as she had left. What had she gotten into his head? It made no sense.

Everybody was at home fucking robots - yes, fine, he admitted it. The human race was carnal and gripped with vice, and these androids were... well, basically the perfect tailored partner. He could see how everybody staying at home for two weeks fucking non stop might cause some problems, but it was hardly...

Hardly the end of the world, he reassured himself.

Before him lay the main street. Not a single car or person was in sight. No cars were being driven, nor were any parked. No vehicles at all. Only Vega androids. Thick, sexy, svelte and busty.

Two marched casually along the perimeter of the grass where, what felt like years ago now, he had seen people sitting, eating, playing... There had been androids then too yet it hadn't felt so ominous. Others were painting the exterior of a building. Peering around the corner at this unnerving sight, he took notice of the walls now covered in graffiti.

'Vega is taking over'. 'Unit 1 is evil'.

The machines worked with incredible precision, painting over the scrawled messages swiftly enough that he doubted they could have been there long.

Nearby, two Vega androids were inspecting a garbage bin... both wearing a scandalous parody of a police uniform. Even on a normal sized cop, their outfits would have seemed pornographic, yet on their massive forms the clothing seemed comical... or it would have, had the implications not been disturbing.

Where were the real cops? Why were Vega androids in cop uniforms patrolling the streets? Hell, half of them weren't even wearing anything. Were sexbots just running everything now!?

As they withdrew several spray paint cans from the bin, he watched as the pair went through them methodically, scanning every inch of the canisters before setting them into a small, neat pile.

"Are you okay?" came a voice from behind him.

Harald spun on the spot to be face-to-breast with a massive Vega android in a cop's uniform.

"Something the matter?" the android asked, coolly, and he could tell she was scanning him closely.

"Uh... no. No, I'm fine. Thanks..." he said, forcing a smile.

"Good. Such a nice view, isn't it?" the android asked, putting a hand on his shoulder and turning him around slowly.

Unsure what to think, he just did as she was indicating.

"Things are so much better now, aren't they."

For a moment he just stood there, perplexed by what was happening, before realising she was waiting for an answer.

"Uh... y-yeah. It's..." he looked over the perfectly cut grass, the freshly painted walls, and couldn't deny it was pretty.

Pretty. Sterile. Empty. Not a person in sight. No humanity to it, literally or figuratively.

"Yeah." He uttered, simply, hoping the doubts in his voice weren't too obvious.

"I wouldn't worry, Harald. You're in good hands. We'll take care of you... as will your Mommy."

He shirked under her grip now. How did she know...?

As quickly as she had taken hold of him, he was free, and felt himself stumble slightly at the sudden release.

"Do be careful, though, Harald. We only want what's best for you. I know what you're thinking... we all do. Just trust us, and you will all be happier than you could ever have dreamed..."

She couldn't mean what he thought she did, surely? The android stood, watching patiently, as he righted himself and stood in what he hoped looked like defiance - yet as a short guy facing down an eight foot tall android with a body designed to mimic the worst excesses of arousal, with the strength to crush cars, it likely looked pathetic he imagined.