I Think It's Fundamental To Ruin Your Sleep Schedule For The Woman You're In Love With. Yep. You Agree.

i think it's fundamental to ruin your sleep schedule for the woman you're in love with. Yep. You agree.

When you were 19

You had a fairly normal childhood. You had a good relationship with your parents. You did reasonably well in school. You struggled like everyone to figure yourself out, and for the most part you did. But as life continued, something felt off. You didn't enjoy the same parts of yourself as others did. You didn't find joy in the same activities as others did. You couldn't quite place it but something was wrong, there was something different.

When you were 19 you started reading about advancements in robotics, whispers of cybernetic upgrades, you were strangely filled with joy at the thought but also, a deep feeling of unease crept up your spine. When you were 20 you asked your friends how excited they were about breakthroughs in cybernetics, they barely showed an interest. You tried to bury it, convince yourself that it would never be possible. You lied.

When you were 24 the first person was given a robot body, that feeling returned. When you were 26 you made a friend. She was always talking about those people brave enough to undergo the process. You asked her if she wanted to, afraid. She said no. She said no but she understood. She understood why. She fought for them. For you. 

When you were 29 you broke. You couldn't take it anymore. The chronic pain was too much. The empty feeling in the mirror was too much. The envy was too much. You broke. 

When you were 29 you made a decision. You were done being broken. You were sick of being someone else. You became you. 

You were ready. 

What you weren't ready for were the looks. The whispers. The stares. Your parents pulled away, disagreeing with your “lifestyle”. Some of your friends withdrew, claiming you’d changed, you weren't yourself anymore. People rallied to stop the program. Governments labelled it “unnatural”. You weren't prepared. 

You weren't prepared for the friends that stayed. Those that rallied around you. The people fighting back when you couldn't. The love you found in yourself. The joy every new sensation brought. The new spark ignited within. You weren't ready for her. 

You were 31 when you met her. She was one of the first to transfer to a new body. A pioneer. You admired her strong personality. Her unapologetic self. You couldn't look away from her lazer engraved tattoos. Her ability to be who she was without fear. Your friends introduced you, knowing she’d understand. You were ready. 

She took you back to her place. She pushed you against her wall. She asked if you wanted this. You needed this. Her lips met yours. Her tongue danced across yours. You felt lightning through your artificial veins. She knew exactly how to melt you. How to undo you. How to make you feel. 

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You’re pulled back to your thoughts as she throws you onto her bed. Her visor barely displaying emotion, but you know what she’s feeling: hunger. You feel your fans kick up a gear as you're laid out under her gaze, her smirk causes coolant to desperately spread throughout your systems. You can feel your synthetic cock throb in your panties as she crawls across the bed towards you, excitement building deep inside you. Biting your lip in anticipation she begins to kiss her way up your thigh, her cold metal lips leaving the faintest of marks as she works her way towards her prize. Her metal fingers grasp at your hips as she curls them around your panties, threatening to pull them down.

“P-please…” you breathlessly whimper.

Having your consent she quickly and gently frees your half hard cock, licking her lips as she watches it grow slightly harder under her gaze. Before you have time to react she takes you completely into her mouth, sending sparks shooting up your body, synthetic nerves on fire as she holds you inside. Slowly working you up and down in her mouth you can barely think, every system in your body working overdrive to make sense of the fire spreading through your nerves and pathways. Minutes pass in what feels like hours, desperately holding onto the sheets to ground yourself. Releasing your cock from her mouth she climbs up your body, bringing her face within inches of your own, her body draped over yours.

“I'm going to make you cum, pretty bot” she whispers, just inches from your lips.

You reach up, connecting your lips together, seeming confident as you come undone so completely inside. She takes the sign and deepens the kiss, her tongue so delicately dancing with your own. Her hand grabs ahold of your cock, gently stroking you between the warmth of your two bodies, the pressure of her bearing down on you only adding to the overwhelming surges rushing through every inch of software you’ve got, her deep kisses and low moans into your mouth driving you and your fans wild, the heat almost overwhelming you. It's not long before you feel something building, something deep and animal, but entirely new, the animal now made of metal and code as you feel it forcing its way through you. You start to cum into her hand as she practically vibrates on top of you, you feel her smiling into your kiss as you lose control, your mind goes blank as you are hit with waves of pleasure. You’ve completely lost control.

You begin to come back to your senses, you fans still working overtime to vent the heat created by the two of you, your stomach slick with your own artificial cum. Laying on her side next to you, looking gently into your visor, she smiles and your insides melt once more. You say nothing as you nuzzle wordlessly into her chest. You never want this moment to end.

You were 31 when you knew you were right. You were 31 when you knew you were safe. You were 31 when you found yourself. Truly. 

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Good news, fellow artists! Nightshade has finally been released by the UChicago team! If you aren't aware of what Nightshade is, it's a tool that helps poison AI datasets so that the model "sees" something different from what an image actually depicts. It's the same team that released Glaze, which helps protect art against style mimicry (aka those finetuned models that try to rip off a specific artist). As they show in their paper, even a hundred poisoned concepts make a huge difference.

(Reminder that glazing your art is more important than nighshading it, as they mention in their tweets above, so when you're uploading your art, try to glaze it at the very least.)

i wanna surrender myself to a petstore to be fully made into a puppygirl. just sign a few papers and i’m free, or, well, i’ll never be free again, depending on how you look at it.

feeling a collar click shut around my throat as soon as i hand the signed paper back, getting pushed to the ground and having my clothes either stripped off me or completely cut off. doesn’t matter either way, i’ll never see what i was wearing again. maybe i’ll get a cute pair of ears, maybe i’ll get a nice, thick plug to fill me up, but even if i don’t, i’d just get so horny in the cage right up front.

the paws would make it hard to edge, i would either be humping the gloves or trying to rub my cunt on my leg depending on what position i could get in. if i’m too rowdy the employees would have to attach my paws to hooks on the top of my cage, attach a spreader bar to my ankles so i’m completely exposed for anyone who walks in to see.

a nice lady comes in and starts looking at me, saying “what a cute puppy!” i’m so horny i can barely think, trying to hump my cunt on the air, listening to the sound of my tail as it hits the metal bars behind me. i don’t greet her fast enough for the employee keeping an eye on me and my collar shocks me. nothing too serious, just a little zap to refocus me. a bark comes out of my throat and the woman looking at me laughs. “poor baby, you need someone to take care of you, don’t you?” this time i bark fast enough, but i still get shocked. maybe the employee is bored, maybe they hate me, maybe they really like me and they can see how my clit twitches every time they do it. doesn’t matter, i’m in the trunk of the nice lady’s car an hour later with a new permanent collar around my throat, a cock gag strapped around my head and a new vibrating tail plug humming in my ass.

i just hope she gives me a cute name.

a few months later, when i’m mostly trained, she’s working from home, typing away on her computer in her office and i’m in full pet bondage, my arms and legs so tight against my body i can barely feel them. i have my bone gag in my mouth, i usually do these days, and she attached nipple clamps to my collar that morning because i’d been so good lately. my tail is buzzing so low i can barely feel it, and i’m still horny from the edges she gave me that morning before getting started on her work.

i know i’m not supposed to bother her, not even on her lunch break, but i’m so needy, i can’t help it. there are almost tears in my eyes when i nudge the slightly ajar door of her office all the way open.

“jiggles?” her voice goes straight to my cunt and i whine in response. “what’s wrong?” i make my way over to her as quickly as i can, which isn’t very. “oh, honey, you’re making a mess.” i turn to look behind me as i approach her and i see a thin trail of drool that fell from both my cunt and my open jaw. i put my head in her lap and look up at her, whining quietly.

she puts a hand in my hair, scratching lightly at my scalp. “do you need my boot?” i perk up instantly, panting as i nudge my face towards her crotch. “you’re so cute, jiggles.” she turns her chair, moving one of her legs towards my crotch. i mount it immediately, laying my head in her lap and closing my eyes as i frantically hump it. “don’t forget, we’re keeping you denied this month.” i let out a sad whine but i don’t argue, slowing my humping down just a bit.

my breathing gets faster as i get towards my edge, and i stop moving for a moment. “all done?” she asks, moving her foot from side to side under my cunt. i let out a panicked yip as best i can, looking up at her with a look of panic. she glances at her computer. “i suppose i can take my lunch a bit early.” she puts her hand on the side of my face, rubbing my cheek with her thumb. “are you going to be a good puppy and take care of me, too?”

it’s at that point that i notice she’s been getting hard as i’ve been having my fun. i’ve been so selfishly focused on my cunt, i didn’t even consider how my owner felt. i nuzzle further into her crotch, inhaling deeply. “good puppy!” i have to stop humping her boot at that so i don’t go over the edge. she holds my head up with her hand as she pulls the bottom of her dress up and slides her panties down before unhooking the gag from around my head.

“wait, wait, wait…” she tells me, looking at me sternly. drool is still falling from my lips and i can feel my mouth salivating at the thought of taking her in my mouth. she smiles at me. “treat!”

i take her as far down my throat as i can, sucking and licking on all of her as i fuck my throat on her cock. she trained my gag reflex out relatively quickly, and now, my favorite part of the day is getting to throat her. her hands both rest on my head, twisting her fingers in my hair and gently pushing me down. she knows she doesn’t have to, but she knows i like it when she does. i have such a nice owner.

i’m barely thinking about her boot now, the friction on my cunt is more an afterthought from bouncing myself up and down to take her length as best i can. “so good,” she mumbles. i feel her cock twitch in my mouth and know i’m going to get my reward soon. she pulls one of her hands out of my hair, grabbing her phone and opening an app. as she presses buttons, i feel the plug in my ass begin to vibrate more intensely. i moan, leaning forward to keep her cock as far down my throat as it’ll go, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure i feel.

she doesn’t seem to mind, breathing heavily as she pushes my head down, thrusting her hips into my esophagus. “good puppy, good puppy,” she repeats under her breath as she pumps cum directly into my throat. she pulls me off her after a moment, her softening cock covered in my drool before she wipes it off on my face.

she pets my head for another moment, a dazed smile on her face. “you’re such a good pet, jiggles,” she sighs. “i should talk to the vet about getting you some pups soon. you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” i cock my head to the side. “you’d get to cum your little brains out while we breed you, and you wouldn’t have to be in puppy bondage after a few months. don’t your legs hurt?” i shake my head, panting happily.

“oh, honey.” she wipes some slobber off my face with her thumb. “you’ll like it. i’ll make sure you do.”

Gets up really early and then wonders why nobody’s responding to me

stays up really late and then wonders why nobody’s responding to me

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