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My Life as a Teenaged Von Neumann Device	By : Toonspew Category: +M through R > My Life as a Teenage Robot Views: 21219 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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“Please don't hurt me!” wailed the scrawny nerd that Tiff had hoisted into the air by his shirt collar. “Now that depends, don't it?” Tiff answered with a malicious smile “Did you do my homework for me, or not?” For good measure, Tiff shook the fretful kid, threatening to dump him into a nearby trashcan or worse.

“I've been trying to tell you: You didn't ask me to do your homework last week, you asked Sheldon!” Tiff paused, reviewing her memory. Most nerds did look alike to her, so it was quite possible this one was telling the truth. “Allright then... so where is Sheldon? If'n he's the one with my homework, then I shouldn't be wasting my time with you, right?” Tiff put the poor geek down, where he nervously tried to compose his answer enough that Tiff wouldn't hit him afterwords. “Err... the thing is... Sheldon isn't at school today. I heard that he stayed home sick or hurt or something.” Tiff growled, brandishing her clenched fist in the nerd's face. “You'd better not be lying ta me!” she threatened. “A'ight... so where is Sheldon's house at? I'll go pick it up mahself.”

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Arriving at the address she was given, Tiffany Crust thought about the best way to approach. She'd been extorting “tutoring” almost as long as she'd been collecting lunch money from other kids, so she knew her way around the racket. Hiding at home was a pretty common avoidance tactic, so occasionally she felt it prudent to make “house calls” to show the target of her bullying that it would be easier to just give Tiff what she wanted. The trick was getting past the parents, who could put a stop to the whole operation if they figured out why Tiff was over at their house. Once Tiff had even had to fake having a crush on one of her targets to explain her presence in his bedroom. Uhg. That dork did not know how to kiss.

With those thoughts fresh in her mind, Tiff decided to be extra careful this time. She would scope out the house first, try to figure out what room Sheldon was in, and where in the house his parents were. Then, she could pick out the best point of entry, and “go in for the kill”. Sheldon would get an extra punch in the stomach for all this effort she was forced endure, the bully decided. Circling around into the backyard, Tiff didn't see anyone in the house. So far, so good as far as avoiding parents was concerned. Maybe if she was really lucky they would be out of the house altogether. Continuing around to the side of the house, Tiff spared a moment to peek through a small window in the side of the garage, just in case. Tiff gasped.

Inside was none other then Jenny Wakeman, the robot girl who was the source of so much grief in Britt and Tiff's life lately. She was an easy target for ridicule, it was true, but more often then not the egg usually ended up of Tiff's face, something which she had rarely had to endure before Ms. XJ9 had enrolled at Tremorton high. Beside Jenny was Brad Carbunkle, who Tiff recognized as a moderately popular boy from school. She had noticed him hanging around with Jenny a lot... were they going out, or was it a “just friends” thing? She mentally shrugged to herself, not really caring. Getting to someone through their social ties... that was really more Britt's thing, not hers.

There was also an older woman there, Tiff saw. Jenny and Brad were listening to the older lady intently, and the whole scene looked pretty serious. No sign of Sheldon, though. The lot of them were all standing around some big hunk of gray metal... wait a second, was that another robot?

Tiff forgot all about her mission of homework extortion, much more interested in whatever it was that was happening inside. Maybe if the window was unlocked, she could... biting her tongue to muffle a grunt of effort, Tiff forced the window open a crack, thanking Zeus that it hadn't made any noticeable sound. Now that she could hear what was going on inside, Tiff crouched down to minimize the risk of getting caught, and cupped a hand to her ear to listen in.

“ ...I was so blind not to have figured it out.” Jenny scolded herself. “I mean, Shel-don, Silver-Shell, duh!” Jenny paced around the garage nervously, obviously worried, while her mother operated something in the back of Silver Shell's head. “Yes, well, don't feel too bad about it dear. Despite his youth, Sheldon did a marvelous job with Shell's initial construction. I only knew because he told me about it when he came to work as my apprentice.”

Ms. Wakeman closed the hatch, finishing whatever work she had done. “I've just started the reboot procedure for Silver Shell's main computer. Now remember, even though he may look unfamiliar, inside this robot lies the consciousness of your friend Sheldon.” Brad put a hand on Jenny shoulder to stop her pacing, and asked “So... how were you able to do this exactly? I don't mean the science stuff, I mean... I've never heard of a procedure like this happening before.”

“It never has happened before.” Answered Ms. Wakeman. “Sheldon is the first attempt. I developed the theory behind the procedure back when I was designing the XJ Global Response Unit. At the time, I feared I wouldn't be able to complete the project within my lifetime. So my plan was to upload my consciousness into a computer before my death, where I could continue to design the XJ robot without fear of being claimed by old age.” She sighed, and continued. “But, ultimately it was unneeded, as XJ9 is now almost entirely complete, and I only have her final stage left to build. And, when I decided to take Sheldon on as an apprentice, I assumed he could carry on my work should something unforeseen occur. So, I never bothered to construct the computer that would house my consciousness, or test the theory on anything higher then lab rats.”

“Lab rats?” chimed in Jenny. “You mean Vladimir and his cronies?” Her mother nodded. “Yes, I've found them to be just as cute now that they're occupying a series of old arcade games. And much less trouble. But I never foresaw this happening.” She indicated Silver Shell's prone form “It was the only computer I could think of that would be sophisticated enough to house Sheldon's mind. I'm still waiting to see if his mind is capable of adapting to his new body though. If his mind is intact, he should eventually learn to talk and move again, but until then he likely won't be able to do anything but lay there and try to cope with his new condition. But rest assured, he is awake and can hear us right now.” Silver Shell's eyes lit up, glowing a soft white, though the robot remained unmoving on the workbench. Ms. Wakeman approached Silver Shell's face, with Jenny and Brad leaning in close behind. “Sheldon, it's me. Nora. Try not to be startled, I've just reactivated you. I've brought some visitors for you, your friends Brad and Jenny. I thought you might like to see them.” Ms. Wakeman stepped back, letting Jenny and Brad move in closer.

“Uh, hey buddy.” said Brad, scratching the back of his head with one hand, “So what's it like being a robot now?”

Silver Shell said nothing, and Brad corrected himself. “Right... you can't talk yet. Well... keep trying... you'll figure it out soon enough.” feeling foolish, Brad backed away, letting Jenny have a turn. “Ah... Hi! Sheldon... I mean, Silver Shell. Or... what should we call you now? Maybe just 'Shell'?” Jenny forced a grin, which was difficult given the expressionlessness of Silver Shell's face. “Well, I just wanted to tell you that as soon as you start moving again, I'm gonna be right here to help teach you how to live life as a robot. I know it'll feel kinda weird at first, but I'm sure you'll get used to it. Oil tastes better then you might think, and at least you don't have to learn about dealing with dreams and nerves and stuff like I did! Heh... aheh. heh...” Jenny's smile disappeared, her facade of cheerfulness failing. Jenny threw her arms around Silver Shell's chest, pressing her face against his collar, weeping. “Sheldon, please say something! I can't stand being responsible for having done this to you. I really need you to be okay!”

The garage fell silent, save for the soft sobs coming from Jenny. “Sheldon... pleaaasseee.... don't be a vegetable....”

“Jenny.”

“hunh?” Jenny pulled her head up off Silver Shell's chest, looking up into his face. Ms. Wakeman came running over for a closer look. “Jenny.” Silver Shell repeated, his voice an odd blend of Sheldon's high, nasal voice and the melodic, deep voice Jenny had come to expect from Silver Shell. “That's good dear, try saying something else.” encouraged Ms. Wakeman.

“Don't.”

“Don't?” asked Jenny, confused. “Don't what?” she quickly looked around for some clue, then self-consciously lifted herself off of Silver Shell's chest, giving him some space. Nearby, Ms. Wakeman lifted one of Silver Shell's hands into the air and let it drop to check for reflexes, and shone a pen light into his robotic eyes. “Cry.” Stated Silver Shell, in his unusual composite voice. “Mom stop, I think you're hurting Sheldon's eyes. He says he's gonna cry.”

“No Jen.” said Brad, putting an arm around Jenny's shoulders as he approached her from behind. “He said: 'Jenny don't cry.' He doesn't want to see you sad.”

Jenny broke into a huge smile, as fresh tears started to leak from her eyes. “Not a chance Sheldon.” she said, returning to hugging her friend.

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“Ok now Sheldon, you've made a lot of headway today, but your brain is still weak and needs to rest. I'm going to shut you down for the time being, but I'll be back tomorrow and we'll continue with your physical therapy.” Sheldon nodded to Ms. Wakeman, leaning his head forward to giver her access to his power junction. After he had been manually set to sleep mode, Ms. Wakeman turned to Jenny and Brad.

“I have one other favor to ask of you. Sheldon had built a remote control device into Silver Shell's brain that we intended to use to enter him into the upcoming robotics expo. I've already looked around his house but I can't find it anywhere, so I can only assume Sheldon left it at Bradly's house during the accident last night. I need you to find it and keep it somewhere safe, the last thing we need right now is for Tuck or someone to find it and accidentally send Sheldon on a rampage through Tremorton.”

Tiff's imagination went wild. A remote control? Oh, the things she could do with that... having a robot as powerful as Jenny under her control! Quietly, Tiff backed away from the window and crept away from Sheldon's house, then took off in a sprint towards Brad's. It was risky, especially since she was racing the clock, but the rewards would be sooooo worth it if she could grab the remote control first.
Soon enough she arrived, and found the front door of Brad's house unlocked.

Sneaking inside, Tiff did a quick check for anyone else in the house. Down the hallway, she could hear someone watching television... she guessed that was Tuck, the little brother that Jenny's mom had mentioned earlier. Keeping her eyes peeled for any kind of remote control device, Tiff crept up the stairs to the second floor, and made her way over to Brad's bedroom. She estimated that she had another 5 minutes or so to find it and get out of the house before Jenny and Brad arrived... perfect! Tiff spotted the remote dropped on the floor just outside of Brad's bedroom. Tiff reached to grab it...

Suddenly, she heard the front door open, followed by the recognizable sounds of metal feet hitting the floor. “Hi Jenny! You come over to hang out tonight?” called out the voice of Tuck, from deeper in the house. “No, I'm just here to pick up something for my mom. I'll hang out with you tomorrow maybe.” answered Jenny. Tiff dashed into Brad's room, trying to avoid being seen. Damned robot rocket jets! It hadn't taken them any time at all to get here! Tiff desperately needed a place to hide. Hearing footsteps approaching and with no other alternative, Tiff dove into Brad's closet and pulled the door closed, leaving it open only a crack to let her see when the coast was clear.

“Oh, here it is.” came Brad's voice. Crap! In her haste Tiff had left the remote control on the floor. Well, at least now they wouldn't check the closet for it. “Thanks Brad. I guess I'll see you tomorrow then.” said Jenny. “Woah, woah... what's the rush Jen? You're not gonna stick around for a little while?” answered Brad, followed by some sounds Tiff couldn't quite identify. A few moments later, Tiff saw Jenny and Brad enter the bedroom, then Jenny turned around and started kissing Brad right on the lips! Woah, definitely more then just friends!

From her vantage point, Tiff had an excellent view of Brad and Jenny making out. Not to mention the remote control, which Jenny casually placed on Brad's nightstand. Tiff stuck out her tongue to make a “grossed out” expression, but found it hard to look away. Then Tiffs eyes almost bugged out of her head when she saw Brad and Jenny take off their shirts! She had seen several guys naked in recent months during her clubbing outings with her cousin Britt, but there was something different about seeing someone that you knew in day to day life suddenly being revealed. Sparing a glance to look over Jenny, Tiff was pleased with what she saw: Jenny had a visibly underdeveloped bust, and Tiff felt quite proud of her own in comparison. On impulse, Tiff placed both her hands on her breasts and gave herself a squeeze, as if to illustrate how much larger she was then Jenny.

On the bed, Brad was whispering something to Jenny while she giggled, and they both touched playfully at each other's chests. Then, right before Tiff's unbelieving eyes, Jenny and Brad proceeded to strip each other naked. Jenny's clothing seemed to take a while, compared to Brad's pants which slipped right off. Soon the two teens were squirming around on Brad's bed, french kissing and groping each other, and Tiff noticed that Jenny's hand quickly strayed down to grasp Brad's erect cock. Geez, how long had this been going on? Tiff thought back... wasn't it only yesterday that she and her cousin had been teasing Jenny about her total lack of knowledge about sex? And yet here she was, giving a handjob to a boy like it was second nature.

“Wait a sec Jenny, don't forget about protection.” said Brad, his voice half moan as Jenny jerked him off while she licked at his earlobe. “I've got a condom sweetie... you wanna put it on?” Tiff watched Jenny hand Brad something small and black, then lay back and spread her legs open. Brad grinned, and carefully pushed two fingers up inside Jenny's pussy. “You're already good and wet Jen...” Brad commented lustily, Jenny giggling and responding “Well, it just goes to show what an efficient design I have.” Brad chuckled and continued wiggling his fingers around inside his girlfriend, which Jenny seemed to appreciate. “There we go, got it on.” Brad announced, pulling his fingers out of Jenny and licking them clean, “now... how would you like to do this?”

“Hmmm, how about....” doggystyle, doggystyle, doggystyle, Tiff whispered to herself, crossing her fingers and hoping the robot girl would pick her personal favorite position. “ ...would this work?” asked Jenny, getting onto her hands and knees and thrusting her ass out towards Brad. “Oh yeah, that'll be just fine...” grinned Brad, getting into position behind Jenny, while in the closet Tiff mentally let out a “Yes!” Okay, this was just too much for her to take. First she's treated to an impromptu peepshow, and then they use her favorite position too? Tiff hastily hiked up her skirt around her waist and pulled her leggings down to her knees, followed by her damp underwear. She had to hold back a moan as she plunged a finger into her wet sex, all the way up to her third knuckle.

Looking out at the teen couple again, Tiff saw that they had gotten fully into the each other already... Brad was gripping Jenny by her hips, and was balls deep inside her tightly squeezing pussy. From her viewpoint, Jenny and Brad had their backs turned to Tiff, and all she could see of Jenny was her legs and her robotic womanhood getting pounded by Brad. Which meant that most of what Tiff could see was Brad's nakedness, and happily ogled the boy as she frigged herself into a frenzy. In fact, without Jenny in the way, Tiff found it easy to imagine herself being underneath Brad right then, and tried to picture the sensation of being taken by him as passionately as he was giving it to Jenny right now.

“Oh Brad!” moaned Jenny out in the bedroom, pushing back against her boyfriend with every thrust he made. “Feel good Jenny? Tell my how much you like it...” he called back to her, sweat forming on his brow. Jenny's moan almost became a scream. “I love it Brad! Your big dick makes me feel so good! I can't get enough of your hot fucking! Ooohhh, fuck me more!” In the closet, Tiff was almost shaking. With two fingers stuffed up her cunt while her thumb massaged her clit, Tiff just laid back and marveled at the dirty talk being tossed back and forth between the two lovers. Tiff's left hand blindly groped for a handhold amidst the pile of dirty laundry that she was sitting in, and randomly picked up a pair of Brad's underwear. Reveling in the kink of it all, Tiff held on tightly as she felt her orgasm hit, gritting her teeth and stroking her drooling pussy as fast as she could, desperately hoping she wouldn't be heard.

Jenny felt herself starting to lose control, and she loved it. She reached behind herself, extending her arms until she could reach around behind Brad and grasp him by his ass, pulling him against her and helping him drive ever deeper into her pulsating vagina. “Unnnggg! Oh Brad... I'm so close... so close... I'm gonna cum really soon...!” cried Jenny, her eyes clenched shut. Brad's hands roamed over his lover's back and hips as they made love, then down further to squeeze Jenny's asscheeks. Then, spreading her cheeks wider, Brad noticed something he hadn't seen before. Deciding to take a chance, Brad pressed the tip of his finger into the tightly puckered hole he found, some of Jenny's lubricant from earlier easing the passage.

“AAHHHHH!!!!” screamed Jenny. Concerned he had done something wrong, Brad froze, his cock buried to the hilt inside Jenny's spasming pussy, his fingertip wedged slightly into the new hole he had found. “Jenny are you allright?!” Brad asked, worried. Jenny nodded frantically, only managing to cry out “UNG! ...CUMMING!!” as an answer, her body shaking with convulsions. Reassured, Brad resumed thrusting into his girlfriend's tight body, riding her through her orgasm. Jenny grabbed hold of Brad's pillow and bit down on it, in an effort to keep herself from screaming any more.

All this was to much for Brad to endure any longer. Letting go of his mental resolve, Brad let the vibrations of Jenny's body push him into an orgasm of his own. Just as Jenny felt her nerves start to return to normal, Brad gripped her tightly around her torso and she felt him release a gush of hot cum inside of her. Turning her head, Jenny nuzzled her lips against Brad's cheek and stroked the other side of his face with her hand, whispering lovingly “That's it baby, shoot it all deep inside me.” then giving him a peck on his cheek. Brad could only grunt to acknowledge her, slowly coming down from his climax as Jenny's vagina milked the last few spurts from him. Finally, the two lovers separated and fell back, spent, onto the bed.

Jenny and Brad soon cuddled up against each other affectionately, but after a few short minutes their tranquil moment was ruined when Jenny's chest folded open and a communication screen appeared, which incidentally smacked Brad in the face as it emerged. “Sonova!” he muttered, holding his hands over his nose protectively. A black and white image of Jenny's mother appeared on the screen that emerged, saying “Jenny, you're needed at once! Oh, I do hope I'm not... interrupting anything?” Jenny pivoted to make sure her mother couldn't see Brad nearby, and proceeded to lie through her teeth. “Of course not. What's the emergency?”

“The spatial anomaly detector has discovered evidence of recent Cluster activity in the nearby area of our solar system. I'd like you to go investigate. Assuming you're not busy, of course?” Ms. Wakeman asked. Jenny smiled, “Sure thing mom, I'm on it!” then retracted the video screen. “Sorry Brad...” she apologized, both for accidentally hitting him and for having to leave so abruptly. “That's okay Jenny. I'll see you tomorrow, right?” Jenny nodded, trying to get her clothes back on as quickly as possible. Brad, of course, had his on again in a fraction of the time, but he tried not to rub it in her face.

When Jenny had finished getting dressed, she leaned over for one last kiss. “Good luck on your mission.” said Brad reassuringly. “Don't worry,” replied Jenny, patting her belly just below her waistline “I've got a small piece of you to keep me company.” and with a wink, Jenny took off out Brad's window. Brad watched her go, until there was a knock at his door. “Brad?” called out Tuck from the other side. “Brad, what've you been doing in there? I heard a bunch of weird noises from downstairs. Are you and Jenny having an adventure without me?”

“You could say that...” mutter Brad to himself. “No Tuck, Jenny's already gone, see?” he offered, opening the door for his little brother. “Oh.” said Tuck, “Well... then what were you doing in here, anyway?” Brad looked around for an excuse, but drew a blank. Instead, he tried to quickly distract his brother, a tactic that had worked well in the past. “Oh, nothing Tuck... but hey, how would you like to go down to the arcade? I need some more practice driving the car, and I've got my whole allowance still to spend. Wanna come...?”

Tuck couldn't turn down an offer like that, so very soon the two of them were out the front door and on their way to the arcade. When everything had fallen silent, Tiff opened the closet door and stepped out. Wiping her sticky fingers off on Brad's discarded underwear and then tossing them back into the laundry pile, Tiff then confidently strode across the room and picked up the remote control that Jenny and Brad had both forgotten about. “Now, this thing is gonna be fun.” she said aloud, “but when I tell Brit what I just saw, man that is gonna be good!”
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