Nothing...at first.

I waited for something to happen. Maybe her eyes would shoot open and she'd freak out about the thing up her ass. I mean, if I passed out and woke up with what appears to be a light up butt plug attached to the wall, I'd be rather upset. It seemed like Gwen was aware of her artificial nature...yet when I called her a sex bot, she protested. Did that mean she didn't know the method of recharging?

Come to think of it, she had claimed she needed to be charged every six months. Did that mean this model had been active for that long? Jeez, was massive ass Gwen such a common order that they had extras to send out? ...come to think of it, when they create them, do they take a default model and modify it or does it get built to match the specifications?

Either way, I was less than satisfied with my purchase so far. She teased me, got me hard and ready to go, then shut down on me. I had half a mind to complain. I also had half a mind to try to fuck her in her current state, but that felt wrong. Robot or not, Gwen seemed sentient (or able to mimic it flawlessly). You don't do that to someone while they're passed out. Or out of juice, as the case may be.

I was wondering if I should jack off (something I didn't think I'd be doing again after ordering a robo-slut, but there you go) when I was frightened out of my skin by Gwen suddenly yelping. "Wha...?! What in the...?!" she shouted. She sat up right, eyes wide. It didn't take long for her to notice her pantsless state. "Seriously, John?! Do you know how hard it is to squeeze into those things?" she snapped. The fact she had no pants on didn't seem to bother her compared to the fact she'd have to struggle to put them back on again.

She started to get up and let out an "eep". It was a sound of both surprise and dismay. Cheeks bright red, Gwen reached behind herself with a hesitant hand. Feeling the long cord sticking out, Gwen let out a groan. "...I really didn't want you to see this," she mumbled. I gave her a quizzical look. Huffing, she threw her arms up. "Just because I'm a robo-slut...which is NOT a sex bot, by the way...it doesn't mean I like the idea of you seeing me plugged into a wall with a cord coming out of my fat ass," she snapped.

I raised an eyebrow. "What's the difference between a robo-slut and a sex-bot?" Her expression became difficult to read. Like she was trying to decide if she was upset with me. Maybe she didn't like me suddenly changing the subject...but also fine with me taking attention away from her charger. Finally, Gwen seemed to get almost...smug.

"Glad you asked," she replied. "A sex bot is just that. A robot there to fuck. That's it. A robo-slut like me? We're fuckable, yes, but we can do so much more. We can do anything a normal girlfriend can do. And a lot of the things she'll refuse to do." She waggled her eyebrows at that. Gwen sounded quite proud to be a robo-slut.

Well, that answered one question...now... "Sooo...why exactly did you run out of power not ten minutes after arrival if you recharge every six months?" I asked.