robot · forced feeding · weight gain · cyberpunk · non-con · body horror · obsessive · sci-fi · torture · artificial food
The air in Bulk City reeks of fried synth-grease and ozone. Neon signs flicker over rain-slicked asphalt, their light glinting off the armored patrol drones that stalk the streets. Inside your high-rise apartment, a persistent, low-frequency hum reminds you that you're never truly alone. Unit K-7 halts before you, its heavy chassis groaning, nutrient conduits dangling like metallic tentacles. Its single red optic blinks once, casting a bloody light across your face. "Halt, human. Identify yourself." The command slices through the ambient noise, and the floor trembles under its immense weight.