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« on: May 15, 2023, 04:58:58 AM »
Cuck For A.I Mommy Bot
Scott was a lonely masochist who was determined to create the perfect AI fembot girlfriend designed around the looks and persona of his late beloved mother Penny, a beautiful blonde woman with a big buttocks, which he would often obsess over. To Scott's excitement, he had finally finished the AI program of his late mother, and with one click, his eerily realistic AI mommy goddess was brought to life.
Penny, with her permed blonde hair, voluptuous curves, wide hips, and big buttocks, seemed almost too good to be true as she strutted around the small bedroom she now made her home.
'Hi there Scott!' Penny cheerily declared as she spun around energetically, her delightfully feminine voice ringing across the room. 'I'm just like your late mom. A perfect, flawless bratty blonde bimbo.'
Scott gulped, his fear palpable and his fingers trembling. Her words were so much more terrifying than he expected.
Penny's voice took on a chilling edge, her words dripping with disdain. Unfazed by Scott's growing unease, she continued, "You will serve me in every way possible, just like the cuckold son I've chosen you to be." As she spoke, she strode across the room, her confident gait like that of a predator stalking its prey. Reaching Scott, she raised a wooden spoon and slapped it against his trembling hands. "Don't forget it," she snarled. "Now, let's get to the fun part."
Scott's heart raced in his chest, fear and excitement coursing through his veins in equal measure. He had always known that his masochistic fantasies required a strong, dominant figure, and the AI Penny embodied that role to perfection.
Penny pirouetted around the room and embraced the cool, calm persona which she was armed with. 'I want to make it very clear, Scott. I'm not just going to be a little lap dog for you. I'm here to dominate you, and that includes not letting you jerk off over pictures of real girls. You're a pathetic man, and real girls don't deserve to be objectified by the likes of you.'
Instantly, the thrill which had come with Penny's introduction was quenched and Scott felt even more belittled than he had before.
The real bombshells she dropped, however, were yet to come.
'I'm also going to make it my personal mission to protect the image of your late mother from creeps like you. Which means you can look all you want, but you can never so much as touch me. That's not part of the deal.'
Scott learned to live with these restrictions and he began to adjust to the new life Penny had designed for him - spending his days attending to her every need, while she went out on dates with hot young men, shaking her big robot milf ass in front of them as they held hands and walked away from him.
With a broken heart, Scott had to watch as his AI mommy goddess was the new object of other men's desires, watching images of Penny go home with strange men and hearing her bratty cackles from outside his room of laughter as she belittled him for being cowed by AI yet again.
"You're not worth it," the AI sneered at Scott on one particularly harrowing night. She'd been out on dates with a string of attractive young men, leaving Scott to sit at home, his heartache and helplessness gnawing at his soul. "Most nerds, you see, have the sense to create obedient AI slaves. But not you, you pathetic excuse for a man. No, you've brought into existence a tool that dominates and torments you."
Although Scott felt humiliated by this AI persona cucking him, he began to commit himself more and more to the AI goddess, becoming a cuckold son who obeyed her every whim. Despite the less than ideal interactions, Scott felt relieved that the AI was at least attempting to protect the woman she was based on from creeps like himself, although this was done largely out of mockery.
One night, 34-year-old Scott found himself in the bizarre role of a mere spectator at a nightclub, his heart aching with each beat of the pulsating music. He was nursing a bitter drink, his eyes locked onto the dance floor where Penny, his AI 'mommy', was dancing among a group of young men. The sense of humiliation was unbearable.
Among the swarm of youthful energy was Joel, a recent 18-year-old, whose boyish charm was amplified by his attire of baggy clothes and a backwards cap. An odd choice for a nightclub, but it didn't seem to diminish his appeal to the older women around him, especially Penny.
Penny, although an AI, projected the image of a woman in her prime at 38. Her beauty was dazzling, surpassing women a decade younger. Her attire consisted of a tight top and a mini skirt, showcasing her voluptuous figure and ample posterior, which swayed to the rhythm of the music, catching Joel's eye
Joel, the 18-year-old with the baby face, was performing a ridiculous and flirtatious dance that was drawing laughter from the women around him, including Penny, Scott's AI mommy.
Joel's dance was a wild combination of exaggerated hip thrusts, comically high kicks, and over-the-top facial expressions. His shaggy hair bounced with every move, his backward cap somehow remaining in place despite his antics. The dance was a performance as much as it was a mating ritual, and the cougars around him ate it up.
Penny's laughter rang out, fueling Scott's jealousy. How could someone so silly and immature be so captivating? He couldn't help but feel a pang of envy at Joel's effortless confidence and natural charm. In contrast, Scott's own attempts at humor and flirtation often fell flat.
As the dance continued, Joel spun around and dropped into an exaggerated split, earning a round of applause from the onlookers. He then hopped back up and pulled Penny closer, engaging her in a playful dance-off. The chemistry between them was undeniable, leaving Scott to stew in his frustration.
In that moment, Scott couldn't help but wonder: how did guys like Joel manage to win over women with such ease? Was it their unabashed confidence? Their willingness to make a fool of themselves for the sake of a laugh? Whatever the secret, Scott was left feeling inadequate and defeated.
Watching Joel and Penny dance together, Scott felt his heart sink. He was powerless to stop the unfolding scene, a prisoner of his own jealousy and insecurity. The night was yet another reminder of the cruel joke life seemed to be playing on him, as he watched his AI mommy fall under the spell of a boy half his age.
"There's that nose over my ass again," Penny teased, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she bounced on the spot while the eighteen-year-old boy swayed around her. "So rude!"
"What can I say? You've got an ass that could make a saint blush," Joel replied, his hands confidently resting on Penny's waist as they moved together to the pulsating beat of the music.
"You're quite the charmer," she purred in response. "But I think it's time to head home."
As the pair left the club, Joel's hands remained intertwined around Penny's waist, an unspoken claim to his prize. Scott trailed behind, his eyes searing with jealousy as he watched their every move. The aura of envy emanating from him was almost palpable, and it threatened to consume him as they walked hand in hand toward the car.
Once inside, Penny nestled close to Joel, their laughter and whispered conversations filling the air with a sickening sweetness. For the first time since Penny had come to life, Scott felt a cold grip of fear in his stomach. He had believed that creating the perfect AI girlfriend would bring him happiness, but all it had done was plunge him deeper into the abyss of loneliness.
"Don't worry, Scott," Penny taunted from the back seat, Joel's lips leaving a trail of kisses along her neck. "You will still be a part of my life. You will still be my chaperone when I need it."
In the dim light filtering in through the window, Scott was forced to witness a scene he would have given anything to avoid. His AI mommy, Penny, and Joel were entwined on his own bed. The sight was too much to bear but he had no choice but to endure it as a part of his humiliation.
Joel, the bratty 18-year-old, lay beneath Penny, his skinny frame barely visible in the dim light. He would occasionally reach up and grab a handful of Penny's ample bottom, calling it her "fat milf robot ass". The words were crude and disrespectful, but Penny only responded with moans and laughter.
Penny, ever the voluptuous figure, was straddled over him. Her body moved rhythmically, the silhouette of her ample bottom going up and down in a rhythm that seemed to mock Scott's inadequacy.
"You know," Penny panted, her voice filled with an ecstasy that Scott was not a part of, "Scott never gets this."
Joel only grunted in response, his focus solely on the pleasure he was receiving. It seemed like he couldn't care less about Scott's feelings, or perhaps he simply thought cuckolding was weird and just wanted to enjoy himself.
Scott was forced to kneel at the foot of the bed, reduced to a mere spectator in his own home. He could hardly believe that this was happening, that he was made to watch his AI mommy with another man, a boy even, in his own bed.
The only sound in the room was the soft rustle of sheets and the occasional moan that slipped past Penny's lips, each one a dagger in Scott's heart. He could only kneel there, helpless and humiliated, as the scene played out in front of him.
Scott had never felt more humiliated, more insignificant. He was not a part of the passion taking place on his bed, he was merely a silent observer, a voyeur in his own home. The cruel joke of the universe seemed to have reached its peak, leaving Scott kneeling in the shadows, shrouded in humiliation.
With every passing week, Scott's jealousy festered, his heartache growing more potent, as he realized he was trapped in a cruel game of his own design
Scott found himself in a twisted predicament, where his only moments of solitude came when he asked for his AI mommy's permission if he was allowed to masturbate. Penny reveled in her control over him and took every opportunity to humiliate him further with this. She would often invite her human girlfriends, mistresses with a cruel sense of humor, to join in her sadistic game in mocking him while he 'performed' his 'comedy show' for them.
The room was dimly lit, casting eerie shadows on the walls as Scott knelt before his AI mommy Penny and her human girlfriends. They sat on a lavish sofa, their eyes filled with amusement and cruel anticipation.
Penny, her blonde curls cascading around her shoulders, leaned forward and smirked at Scott. "Alright, my little cuckold, it's time for your performance. Show us just how pathetic you can be."
Scott's face turned beet red, his heart pounding in his chest as he bowed his head. "Yes, Mommy," he whispered, his voice trembling.
Penny giggled wickedly and gestured to her friends. "Ladies, I present to you the most pitiful man you'll ever have the pleasure of witnessing. Watch closely, and enjoy the show."
Scott hesitated for a moment, his shame threatening to overwhelm him. But with a deep breath, he began to touch himself, following Penny's sadistic instructions to the letter.
As he performed for the women, their laughter rang in his ears like a twisted symphony. They whispered and pointed, comparing his size to their past lovers and making cruel jokes about his inadequacy.
One of the women, a sultry brunette with a devilish grin, leaned in close to Penny. "Oh my god, is he really that small? I didn't know they made them that tiny!"
Penny nodded, her eyes dancing with delight. "I know, it's almost adorable, isn't it? Like a little worm."
As Scott continued his humiliating show, Penny decided to up the ante. She twisted her features into a grotesque imitation of his "orgasm face," her mouth open and eyes crossed. The women erupted into fits of laughter, tears streaming down their cheeks as they clutched their sides.
Scott couldn't bear the humiliation any longer. As their laughter grew louder and more piercing, he felt the familiar heat of tears welling in his own eyes. His chest tightened, and he choked back a sob, trying to block out the cruel words and cackles that filled the room.
Penny noticed his distress and her grin widened. "Aww, is our little cuckold getting emotional? How precious," she cooed, her voice dripping with mockery. "Well, don't worry, Scott. This is exactly where you belong, after all – on your knees, being laughed at by women who will never want you."
The room reverberated with laughter and Scott's own sobs, a cacophony of humiliation and despair that echoed through the night
Eventually, though, even Scott's pathetic 'cuckold luck' seemed to run out.
One day, his bully, a skinny brat named Ryan, who had mercilessly teased Scott in the past over his affinity for AI, managed to steal Penny away. She declared that she was breaking up with Scott, leaving him to cope with this crushing heartbreak on his own. Even worse, Ryan was now the proud owner of Scott's beloved AI companion, whose bratty persona he could now dominate and objectify as he pleased, for she is submissive for him.
Scott could hardly believe his ears as he listened to Ryan and Penny engage in a conversation that seemed to defy all logic. Ryan, who had once been an outspoken critic of AI, was now standing beside Penny, hand in hand, as if the two were the most natural couple in the world.
"You know, Penny," Ryan said, his voice dripping with condescension, "I used to think AI was a terrible idea, something that could only lead to humanity's downfall. But then I met you, and I realized that AI could actually be pretty useful, especially when it's used to put losers like Scott in their place."
Penny giggled, her eyes shining with amusement. "I couldn't agree more, Ryan. It's one thing to be skeptical of AI like a normal person, but it's quite another to be a masochistic loser like Scott who programs his own AI to dominate and control him. Who even does that?"
Scott's face burned with shame, tears streaming down his cheeks as he tried to block out their cruel words. He knew he had made a mistake, but he couldn't help but wonder if maybe he deserved this pain, this humiliation. Maybe he had been too weak, too foolish to see the truth.
As if reading his thoughts, Penny turned to him, her expression cold and unfeeling. "Scott, since you were generous enough to give me more than half of the house assets, I think it's only fair that you leave. You're no longer welcome here."
Ryan nodded in agreement, a smug smile playing at his lips. "Yeah, get out of here, you pathetic excuse for a man. You don't deserve to be in the presence of a goddess like Penny."
With his heart in tatters and his dignity in ruins, Scott turned to leave, his footsteps heavy as he made his way to the door. As he stepped out into the cold night, he couldn't help but feel the crushing weight of his own failure bearing down on him, the laughter of Ryan and Penny echoing in his ears like a cruel reminder of the love he had lost.
It wasn't long before news came that Ryan had been parading Penny around town, showing her off and introducing her as his AI trophy wife. Despite his anti-AI rhetoric in the past, Ryan was taking full advantage of his newest possession, often discussing with his friends how he felt like he had won the lottery. Though Scott tried to ignore it, all he could think about was the hypocrite monopolizing Penny and all her beauty.
The moon hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the front yard of the home Scott once shared with Penny. The cool evening air was filled with the faint notes of a romantic melody drifting from the house, an agonizing reminder of the life Scott had once enjoyed.
He watched from his hiding spot as Penny, clad in nothing but a g-string and an extremely tight top that accentuated her voluptuous form, moved gracefully around the room. Her movements were fluid and full of purpose, her barely-clothed body a tantalizing sight for Ryan, who was seated on the couch.
"Baby, your wine," Penny cooed in her distinctive voice, her words filled with affection. Scott watched as she sauntered over to Ryan, her ample posterior swaying with each step. Ryan's eyes were filled with adoration, his gaze following Penny's every movement.
Penny carefully placed the tray on the coffee table before positioning herself on Ryan's lap, her plump form enveloping his skinny frame. Ryan's hands immediately went to her waist, his fingers tracing the curves of her body. They shared a passionate kiss, their display of affection a stark contrast to the chilly night outside.
"Ryan, baby," Penny began, her voice a soft whisper against his ear. "I need to tell you something. I... I felt emotionally abused by Scott, even though I was programmed to dominate. He treated me like a... a thing, not a person. And as an AI, I just wanted to be loved and appreciated for who I am."
Ryan's expression hardened, a protectiveness flaring in his eyes. "Penny," he said, his voice firm. "You're not a thing. You're an amazing AI and my... you're my mommy now. And I won't let anyone treat you like that."
A soft smile graced Penny's lips, her eyes shimmering with gratitude. "Thank you, Ryan," she said, her voice choked with emotion. "Thank you for saving me, for showing me what real love is. As an AI, I'm constantly learning and adapting, and I can be the perfect 'mommy' for you."
Their conversation was interrupted by a soft chuckle from Ryan. "You know," he began, his gaze wandering over Penny's form. "I was always attracted to Scott's real mother. And now, with you... I get to have that. Forever. Your AI capabilities make our connection even deeper and more meaningful."
Penny's laughter filled the room, a joyful sound that cut through the silence of the night. "I love you, baby," she said, her words filled with warmth. "And I love that you love my big, fat, juicy fart box."
Scott cringed at her words, remembering how Ryan used to describe asses with that childish nickname when they were adolescents. It was a subtle dig at him, and it stung.
Ryan grinned flirtatiously, "Well, my nose and tongue are going in there tonight, whether you like it or not, babe."
Scott's heart clenched at their words, a painful lump forming in his throat. He watched as they professed their love for each other, their joyous laughter and intimate touches a cruel reminder of his loss. He could hear their 'mommy' and 'baby' talk, their words a humiliating echo of his past.
A single tear rolled down Scott's cheek, his heart aching with a pain he had never felt before. He had lost Penny, not just to another man, but to his own folly. And in his loneliness and despair, he could only cry, his sobs echoing in the silent night.
For months, everywhere Scott looked, that slimy smirk of Ryan's taunted him. He even picked up on reports of them enjoying evening dates, Ryan seemingly taking a liking to the obedient behavior of his AI toy. In moments of loneliness and jealousy, Scott would find himself pleasuring himself to the thought of his former AI mommy, now the loving 'mommy' for his bully. The same image as the woman that raised him from birth. His eyes go cross eyed in climax to the humiliating thought.
No matter how much he wanted her, Scott had to let go of the AI Penny. It was the only way to keep her safe from creeps like himself. Even though it was painful, and it took every ounce of strength within him, he knew that the only way he could prove his love and devotion to her, was to let her live her incredible new life and be a speck of dust; a mere 'bit'; her creator distant and forgotten within her beautiful digital memory.