<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Machine-Mf+ on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/machine-mf/</link><description>Recent content in Machine-Mf+ on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 23 Oct 2012 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/machine-mf/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Making of Lesbot J4n3</title><link>/stories/2012/10/23/the-making-of-lesbot-j4n3/</link><pubDate>Tue, 23 Oct 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/10/23/the-making-of-lesbot-j4n3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Jane, on her back, legs in the air, takes small gasps of pleasure as Bradley expertly fills her wet pussy with his enlarged cock. She looks over at the papers on the floor next to the bed. The Department of Population Control had rejected their appeal for a breeding license and the call-up papers for conversion had come with them. This was as it should be. The pig who right at this moment was fucking her had also been fucking their neighbour, Judy. A discreet call to the Department was all it needed. Soon it would be Bradley&amp;rsquo;s metal ass that would be taking the cock pounding as a gaybot, while she would be reprogrammed as a lesbot. Then she would convert Judy. That would show him. It was a drastic solution, but then Bradley, locked into the body of a gaybot, would never have her or Judy. She&amp;rsquo;d make a point of partnering Judy, if such a thing was allowed.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>