My Life As A Teenage Robot Porn Story: chapter01
Chapter 1
Jenny
sighed happily, eyes closed, basking in the warmth tingling through her
metallic skin. Sensations like this were still new to Jenny, and as a result
she had a tendency to become lost in them. Sometimes she thought there would be
nothing more pleasant then to just stretch out on a clear day and enjoy the
breeze brushing past her face and the sun’s rays glinting off her body.
Okay, I’m all set, let’s go! said Brad enthusiastically,
closing the front door of his house behind him and waking Jenny from her
daydream. The two friends walked quickly towards school, both eager to begin
the new school year. It had been a whole summer since they had seen many of
their friends, and plus
there was the added excitement of finding out what teachers they had, who was
in all their classes, and all the other hubbub of the new semester. Brad and
Jenny talked excitedly as they walked, catching up on their adventures from the
summer. So is summer camp as fun as it looks? inquired Jenny. It was a
blast, replied Brad there were tons of sports and swimming and ghost stories
and camping and… fun! I can hardly wait to go back next summer. Next year
I’ll be old enough to work as a counselor there.
Wow, I’m so jealous… I was stuck here in Tremorton all
summer. Well, except for trips for superhero stuff, but that’s not really the
same. said Jenny a bit dejectedly.
The best part was the times the guys and me sneaked
across the lake to go visit the girls’ camp… grinned Brad. Jenny looked at
him with a confused look on her face. … why were you in separate camps? They
kept the girls on the other side of the lake?
Ahhh… Brad stalled what did you do over the summer?
I’ll bet I missed some awesome superhero-fights, right? Jenny nodded Here and
there… mostly Cluster attacks, plus the return of Himculese. Most of the big
stuff was over in Japan, actually. Jenny clutched her knapsack tighter, fidgeting. To be
honest it was pretty quiet, compared to the norm. Maybe super-villains don’t
like the heat.
Oh. So then, how did you spend your free time? asked
Brad, helping your mom with scientist stuff?
No, I didn’t see a lot of mom actually. I mean, I got my
annual upgrade and I’d see her around the house and all, but she spends a lot
of time over at Sheldon’s place now. You see, the school got Sheldon a co-op
student placement summer job, and it ended up being as my mom’s assistant. So
now they’re working on something in his garage.
Any idea what they’re working on? asked Brad, curious.
Nope. Mom says I’m not allowed, whenever I’m around
Sheldon gets distracted and can’t work. Which is a relief for me anyway, I’d
rather not spend my day listening to stories about comic book characters and
trying not to think about the shrine in his closet. Jenny had a hint of a
shudder pass through her, finding Sheldon’s attention to her far more creepy
then flattering.
Brad flashed his usual knowing smile, well practiced to
present the illusion that he knew much more about a situation then he let on.
That boy sure has it bad for you. he stated, as if it was a profound insight.
Jenny frowned and didn’t reply, letting the subject drop. Brightening, she
decided to change the subject. You didn’t ask me about my upgrade yet!
Brad smiled, oh yeah! So out with it then… what’d you
get? Is it X-ray vision? Cause that’d be so cool… Brad made little circles
with his thumbs and index fingers, wearing them on his face in a pantomime of
goggles.
No no… remember those faulty touch receptors I tried on
last year? Well mom finally finished and installed them! You can’t see them now
because they’re attached just under my external casing, but they’re there. I’m
still working my way through all the sensations: so far I’ve tried hot, cold,
wind, soft, wet, fuzzy, sharp, itch, sticky, rough, and electrical shock. It’s
been fun finding new combinations all the time… for example, getting my
morning wax & buff is a whole different experience… Jenny’s eyes
half closed dreamily as she grinned at the memory. Brad cocked an eyebrow and
smirked. Oh yeah? So does… tickle still work? Before she could answer Brad
launched a tickling attack, squirming his fingers rapidly over Jenny’s exposed
midriff, making the robotic girl shriek. Laughing hard and feebly trying to
push Brad away, Jenny pleaded yes, yes, it works! It works! Hahahahaha, please
stop, hahaha! Jenny fell off the sidewalk and onto the grass, clutching her
sides to protect them from Brad’s assault. When she had calmed down Brad
stepped closer and extended his hand to help her up. Oh, and now I’m supposed
to trust you to be gentlemanly? quipped Jenny, even as she took his hand and
was helped to her feet.
Standing, Jenny waited for Brad to respond with a joke and
was surprised when none came. She looked up into Brad’s eyes and found her own
voice momentarily gone, shocked to see a completely new facial expression on
Brad, one she didn’t recognize. Confused, she searched his features for some
clue… until startled, Brad looked away, a hint of red in his cheeks.
Ah, Jenny…? Jenny tilted her head to one side
slightly, questioningly. You can let go of my hand now… Coming to her
senses, Jenny quickly released her grip on Brad’s hand and pulled her arm back
against her chest, holding it with her other hand. Aheheheh… stammered
Jenny, Another new sensation… she lied, covering her embarrassment. Brad
replied with a quick nod, starting towards school again in an attempt to
overcome the awkward moment. Jenny did a quick check of her internal clocks;
the whole exchange had only lasted 2.4 seconds… so why had it felt like so
much longer?
As Tremorton high came into view, Brad made one last ditch
effort for a normal conversation with his friend. So, you never did tell me
how you spent your time during the summer? Jenny thought for a moment,
rummaging through her memory files and totaling up how many hours she spent at
various activities.
There were internal and external systems checks performed in
front of her mirror to make sure she maintained a fighting-trim physique, there
were hours spent ingesting cans of motor oil while stretched out in front of
the television, then more hours in the chemical shower washing the dirty bits
of oil that collected in her joints as her system worked the fluid through her
body as lubricant over the course of a day. There were afternoons she had
passed playing silly games with Tuck, and there were a few disastrous attempts
at mingling with the teenagers who were hanging out at the beach… she
remembered being extremely proud of her attempt to reshape her blue skirt and
top into a blue metallic two piece bikini, she actually thought she looked
quite attractive in it. Unfortunately she wasn’t nearly as buoyant as the other swimmers, and her
bikini-design had allowed grains of sand to work their way into portions of her
anatomy that were normally kept hermetically sealed. In the end it had been a
discouraging… and rather uncomfortable… experience.
But, when all her summer hours had been tallied up, one
activity occupied the bulk of her free time: locked in her room, pouring over a
messy stack of teen magazines and cutouts of her favorite crushes. What could
she say? Jenny had entered a phase where she could easily be called boy
crazy. Jenny’s earliest saves were hunky male models from her fashion
magazines and sensitive-looking actors from the most popular chick-flicks.
Her favorite was a latino character actor who went by the lone name Sancho,
who had starred in action films early in his career then made a move to
passionate romance films. Then, about the same time she began attending high
school, the majority of the clippings switched over to pictures of Don Prima,
the resident popular, snobby, attractive and rich boy. Even though she knew he
had plenty of bad qualities, Jenny had still been nuts over Don… she still
was, really, if he had asked her out today she would have said yes. But Don was
no longer her sole interest… recently, a new robotic superhero had moved in
to Tremorton and set up shop. His name was the Silver Shell, and from the
moment Jenny laid eyes on him she had felt like she was walking on air.
Sometimes literally, when her flight systems kicked in accidentally. Jenny knew
she should’ve been at least mildly displeased that another superhero was
horning in on her turf, as there was a certain point of pride about a
superhero being competent enough to keep their home city safe, but Jenny didn’t
really care in the slightest. She was simply thrilled to have a cute robot boy
in town who, as far as Jenny could tell, was single. He hadn’t responded to
Jenny’s advances yet, but… Jenny knew it was only a matter of time. After
all, it’s not like there were any other robot girls in the area, and Jenny
hadn’t picked up even a blip on her internal gaydar.
Jenny had never attempted to track Silver Shell to his
home base, she felt little need… fate seemed to have a way of making their
paths cross again and again, and in the meantime Jenny had started a sizable
collection of newspaper clippings from each public appearance SS made. This is
how most of her summer had been spent; laying on her stomach on her bed or
reclining in her beanbag chair, clippings of Silver Shell spread out all around
her, ogling the smooth curves of his chassis and the shapes of the bulging
servos hidden just under his armored outer skin. Often Jenny liked to lay back
and turn her dream chip on to it’s lowest setting, crafting a customized
fantasy about her crush. Most often it started with her surrounded by a horde
of Cluster warriors, fighting a losing battle. Then, out of the mist the Silver
Shell would arrive, often riding the mechanical bull that he’d been wrestling
when she had first met him. He would charge in, knocking Cluster flunkies
aside, and side by side the two of them would defeat their enemies and save the
day. SS would then turn and embrace her, and the two would share a passionate
robotic kiss. You have the most beautiful optics… he would say, followed by
you must’ve been assembled in heaven or sometimes was your designer an
artist? whatever sweet nothings Jenny could imagine at the time.
Over the course of the summer her fantasies had grown more
and more elaborate. At first she altered it so that Silver Shell’s torso
armoring would be damaged during the fight, and afterwords Jenny would remove
it to check of internal damage, stripping his upper half down to bare external
casing. Next she altered her fantasy to imagine groping his rear while they
kissed, her hands gently squeezing his cute little bumper to her heart’s
content. In her most recent edit she’d had him return the favor, sneaking the
back of her skirt up and placing his hands around her upper thighs, then
stroking his way inward, moving between her legs…
Jenny’s eyes snapped wide open as she realized that Brad
was still waiting for her answer. She had slowed down her memory playback to
the point where she was moving through her fantasy sequence in real time, and had spent the
last 45 seconds or so in a daydream. Reading. she blurted out, scrambling for
something to say, I spent most of my time reading… literature. And history.
Brad gave her a confused and slightly annoyed look, then pushed open the
school’s front door. Whatever, he said dismissively, I’ll see you in third
period math! before running off down a hallway, heading for homeroom. Jenny
glanced up at a wall clock and saw she had a minute and a half before she would
be late. Perfect, just enough time. she thought to herself, ducking into the
girls’ washroom and finding an empty stall.
Jenny took a seat on the lid of the toilet and hiked up
her skirt around her hips, already spotting a trickle of fluid slowly making
it’s way down her inner thigh. I was afraid of this. she thought in
frustration, grabbing a handful of toilet paper and mopping up the leak. Every
time I start to think about touching Silver Shell, I start leaking this…
fluid! Jenny dragged the wad of toilet paper up across her thigh back to the
source of the leak, where it was dripping from the side of her Traffic Halting
and Odor Neutralizing Garment. Releasing the catches on either side of the
Garment, Jenny pulled away the front panel, stretching out a slimy strand of
the viscous fluid from the soiled T.H.O.N.G.
to her waste elimination port, which was sluggishly pumping out the clear
liquid. Gathering up more tissue Jenny mopped up the mess, cleaning her Garment
as best as she could and stemming the flow from her body. Come on… just
think of anything but Silver Shell! she told herself, fighting back the
flow with her force of will. Think about school, busting meteors, saving
people, Bradly… err, better not think about Brad. Finally the fluid seemed
to dry up and Jenny tossed the damp wad of tissue paper into the toilet.
Standing up Jenny reattached the front half of her
undergarment, wincing Ewwwwww….. as she felt the damp device snap shut
against her body. Sometimes I wish I didn’t have the nerves installed. she
joked bitterly to herself. Straightening her skirt she made sure everything
looked presentable. Making her way to class Jenny tried her best not to show
her embarrassment… She hadn’t even told her mother and creator, Mrs. Wakeman,
about any of this. On top of the shame of having somehow damaged her waste
port, arguably her most private of functions, she would also have to own up to
having a daydream about fondling a boy as the cause behind the malfunction! Or
at least, Jenny could only assume it was a result of her daydreams, since the
two seemed connected. A new thought entered her mind now… had she damaged her
port somehow, perhaps while changing her undergarment? Or washing herself? What
if a shard of corroded metal had gotten lodged up there, and she was rusting
internally at this very moment?!
Get a grip girl. You can investigate this more when you
get home. Steeling herself, Jenny pressed on into her first class of the day.
The first thing her eyes fell upon was what she had dreaded most: the majority
of the students in the class were bunched up in one corner of the class,
hovering around Brittany and Tiffany Crust, laughing and smiling and fascinated
by their every word. Jenny groaned, knowing this was going to be a difficult
way to start the year. Still though, if she didn’t make some friends now she’d
be a loner in this class the whole semester, so Jenny approached the crowd and
attempted to join the conversation.