Robot City is a bustling metropolis, a futuristic marvel, filled with towering skyscrapers, bustling streets, and an array of robot inhabitants. It's a place where technology, innovation, and creativity converge. Neon lights illuminate the cityscape, and a constant hum of activity fills the air as robots of all shapes and sizes go about their daily lives.
Amidst the high-tech and fast-paced atmosphere of Robot City stands a certain bottom heavy individual, in her charming and cozy house. Unlike the sleek and modern buildings around it, Aunt Fanny's house exudes a warm and inviting vibe. The exterior is adorned with hanging flower baskets, and a quaint front porch holds a comfortable rocking chair.
Inside, the house is a haven of comfort and homeliness. The walls are adorned with paintings and photographs of Aunt Fanny's friends and family, and shelves are filled with trinkets she has collected over the years.
On a particularly sunny morning, the camera zooms in through the window of Aunt Fanny's kitchen. She stands by the counter, hands pressed gently against her stomach, a worried expression on her face. She takes a deep breath, the calendar hanging on the wall catching her eye. Today is marked as Appointment with Rodney.
"Oooh dear thank goodness it is today"
With a mixture of anticipation and concern, Aunt Fanny knows she has to reach out to Rodney who has become a successful inventor and a trusted friend. She glances at a framed photograph of Rodney on a shelf, a fond smile gracing her lips as she recalls his enthusiasm and kindness.
Aunt Fanny picks up her phone, dialling Rodney's number. The phone rings, and as she waits. As the phone rings in Rodney's workshop, we soon see cluttered workbenches filled with intricate gadgets and gizmos. Rodney, now a seasoned inventor with an air of confidence, quickly wipes his oily hands on a rag and reaches for the ringing phone. With a friendly grin, he picks up the receiver.
"Hello?"
"Rodney, dear," Aunt Fanny's voice sounds both relieved and slightly worried, "I hope I'm not interrupting your busy day."
"Never too busy for you, Aunt Fanny," Rodney reassures her, his tone full of sincerity. "What's on your mind?"
Taking a deep breath, Aunt Fanny shares, "Well, you see, today's the day of our appointment, and I just couldn't wait any longer to tell you that the trouble I've been having, it's... well, it's a bit more urgent than I thought."
Rodney's brows furrow slightly, concern evident in his eyes. "Tell me what's going on, Aunt Fanny."
"Is the same problem dear but I feel like it's building up more than normal and it's really getting me on the back foot to do my daily errands" Aunt Fanny admits, her voice tinged with frustration. "I've tried to ignore them, but they seem to be getting worse"
Rodney's expression shifts from concern to thoughtful consideration. "I'm glad you reached out, Aunt Fanny. Your health comes first. We might need a bit more privacy to figure this out properly. How about we meet at the old robotic garden just outside the city? It's a peaceful and open place where we can talk without any interruptions."
Aunt Fanny's voice carries a hint of relief as she responds, "That sounds like a wonderful idea, Rodney. Thank you for being so understanding."
"It's my pleasure, Aunt Fanny. I'm always here to help," Rodney reassures her. "Meet me there in an hour" As the conversation ends, Rodney sets down the phone and returns to his workbench.
As Aunt Fanny prepares to leave her cozy house for the meeting with Rodney at the old robotic garden. She stands before a mirror in her living room, adjusting the floral patterned apron she always wears. With a deep breath, Aunt Fanny steps out onto her front porch. She pauses for a moment, taking in the fresh air.
"Well here we go, time to start the day"
Along the way to her destination aunt Fanny encounters a few other robots going about their daily routines, offering warm nods and friendly waves. As she nears the outskirts of the city, the towering skyscrapers give way to a more natural landscape, with tall trees and artificial foliage dotting the path, it was quite far away.
The entrance to the old robotic garden appears before her an ornate wrought-iron gate adorned with intricate patterns of gears and vines. Aunt Fanny pushes the gate open, its hinges creaking slightly from disuse. She steps inside and finds herself enveloped in a serene world of rustling leaves and soft sunlight filtering through the branches.
Aunt Fanny walks along the garden's winding paths, the soft hum of distant city life fading into the background. She comes upon a wooden bench nestled beneath the shade of a towering robotic tree. Aunt Fanny's nervousness eases as the garden's tranquility wraps around her like a comforting embrace. She glances at her watch and realizes it's almost time for her meeting with Rodney.
"Hey look who is here"
The tranquility of the scene is interrupted by the approach of a familiar figure. Rodney's silhouette emerges from the path leading deeper into the garden, his confident stride and his trusty toolbox in hand, it was Rhodney. He saw Aunt Fanny, who sits on the wooden bench beneath the shade of the towering robotic tree. A warm smile lights up Rodney's face as he quickened his pace, his footsteps almost dancing on the garden path.
"Aunt Fanny!" Rodney's voice carries a sense of relief and camaraderie as he approaches. The wind gently rustles the leaves above, adding a soothing melody to their meeting.
Aunt Fanny turns her head, her worried expression transforming into a welcoming smile as she spots Rodney. Her eyes sparkle with appreciation and a touch of excitement as she rises from the bench.
"Rodney, dear," Aunt Fanny greets him, her voice laced with gratitude. "I'm so glad you could make it."
Rodney comes to a stop in front of Aunt Fanny, his toolbox resting on the ground beside him. He meets her gaze with a warm and genuine grin, his eyes reflecting his unwavering willingness to help. "Of course, Aunt Fanny. You know I wouldn't miss it for the world. How are you feeling?"
Aunt Fanny's smile widens, her worries momentarily pushed aside by Rodney's caring presence. "Oh, Rodney, it means the world to me that you're here. I've been quite concerned about this whole situation."
Rodney's expression softens with empathy as he takes a step closer. "Well, you're not alone in this, Aunt Fanny. We're going to figure it out together." He glances at the ornate gate that leads to the rest of Robot City, its distant hum a reminder of the bustling world they've temporarily left behind. "This garden is the perfect place for us to have a private chat and get to the bottom of things."
Aunt Fanny nods, her heart warmed by Rodney's reassurance. "It's so peaceful here. Just like the old times."
Rodney chuckles, his voice carrying a playful tone. "Indeed. Now, let's get down to business." He kneels down to open his toolbox, revealing an array of tools and gadgets neatly organized inside. Each tool seems to have a story, a testament to Rodney's journey as an inventor.
Aunt Fanny watches with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation as Rodney selects a tool with a thoughtful expression. The sun casts a soft glow on his features, highlighting his concentration and dedication. With a determined flicker in his eyes, Rodney straightens up, tool in hand.
"All right, Aunt Fanny," Rodney says with a confident smile, "let's see what's going on with that gas tank."
"Rodney," she starts, her voice a blend of honesty and reassurance, "it's the gas tank, you see. It's been on the fritz lately, and it's causing me to... well, release gas unintentionally."
Rodney nods attentively, his gaze focused on Aunt Fanny as he listens to her explanation. He shows no sign of judgment or discomfort, only a genuine desire to help. "I understand, Aunt Fanny. And I'm here to help you figure out what's going on."
Aunt Fanny's cheeks color slightly, a mix of embarrassment and relief washing over her. "It's been getting worse, Rodney. Holding it in isn't the best option, and it's been quite inconvenient, to say the least."
Rodney's expression remains compassionate, his empathy shining through. "You've done the right thing by reaching out for help, Aunt Fanny. We'll work together to find a solution."
With newfound determination, Rodney shifts his focus to Aunt Fanny's gas tank. He carefully selects a tool from his toolbox, his movements deliberate and precise. As he begins to inspect the mechanisms, Aunt Fanny watches with a mixture of curiosity and hope, grateful for Rodney's expertise.
After a few moments, Rodney's brow furrows in concentration. He spots a small access panel on Aunt Fanny's back, near where the gas tank is located. His instincts guide him, and he realizes that accessing the internal components might provide the answers they're looking for.
"Rodney, do you think you've found something?"
He looks up at Aunt Fanny, his eyes filled with determination. "I think there might be a way to get a better look inside your gas tank. If you're comfortable with it, I'd like to open up the trunk on your back and see if we can identify the issue."
Aunt Fanny hesitates for a moment, her trust in Rodney evident in her gaze. She knows that finding a solution requires their combined efforts. With a gentle nod, she offers her consent. "Yes, Rodney. Let's do it."
With careful movements, Rodney positions himself behind Aunt Fanny, blushing for a moment as she had quite the LARGE Butt trunk but he kept his mind apart from that and with his skilled hands locate the access panel he had spotted earlier, and with practiced precision, he begins to open it. The panel reveals a compartment housing various intricate mechanisms related to Aunt Fanny's gas tank.
As Rodney examines the mechanisms inside the compartment, he identifies the source of the problem.
"Aunt Fanny," Rodney says, his tone steady, "I'll need to turn you off temporarily to make the necessary adjustments. It's the best way to ensure your safety and fix the gas tank properly."
Aunt Fanny's expression reflects a mixture of trust and understanding. She nods, her voice resolute. "Please, Rodney. Do what you need to do. I trust you."
Rodney's tone is gentle as he explains, "While even if the issue causing the excess gas is removed there's still some pent-up gas in your system that needs to be released. It's completely normal, you might experience some involuntary gas release over the next few hours but it is a needed process.
Aunt Fanny blushes "T-Then I should do it here since no one ever comes here anymore " She said before closing her eyes for a moment, a sense of relief washing over her. She follows Rodney's instructions, turning herself off.
*A few Minutes later…*
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"Phew…it sure took some work but I managed, Aunt fanny sure is a old model, maybe she should upgrade herself once in a while"
He was just about to close off her trunk but thanks to a moment of unexpected lack of concentration, Rodney's focus is momentarily diverted thanks to a robotic nut falling on his head, causing him to lose his balance. In a sudden twist of fate, he stumbles and accidentally loses his footing, tumbling backward.
As Rodney falls, his arms instinctively reach out for stability, inadvertently coming into contact with a lever on Aunt Fanny's back. Unbeknownst to him, the lever triggers the closing mechanism of the trunk compartment. The lid of the trunk begins to slowly descend, its gears whirring softly as it locks into place.
Inside the compartment, Rodney's initial surprise turns into realization as he finds himself enveloped in darkness. He quickly tries to react, but before he can fully comprehend the situation, he hears a soft mechanical sound from above.
The moment the trunk compartment closes, the action triggers a sensor that automatically wakes Aunt Fanny from her temporary shutdown. Her optics light up, and her systems hum back to life. She blinks in confusion, her internal sensors registering an unexpected change in her surroundings.
Aunt Fanny's gaze darts around as she processes the situation. Her optics narrow in concern as she realizes that Rodney is nowhere in sight.
"Rodney?" Aunt Fanny looks around for him.
As Aunt Fanny's optics scanned the garden, her gaze fell upon the bench where Rodney had been working. But the bench was now empty, and a sense of unease began to creep into her circuits. She called out his name, her voice tinged with a hint of worry, "Rodney? Where are you?"
Aunt Fanny's search continued, her steps growing more urgent as she moved through the garden. She looked behind the robotic trees, checked the paths, and even peered under the nearby bushes, but there was no sign of Rodney. Her concern deepened, and she called out his name again, her voice carrying a touch of urgency.
"Rodney, please, if you can hear me, let me know you're okay."
Just as her worry was about to reach its peak, a faint sound reached her audios. It was Rodney's voice, slightly muffled but unmistakable.
"Aunt Fanny? Can you hear me?"
Aunt Fanny's optics widened in surprise as she turned around, trying to locate the source of the voice. Her gaze darted around until she realized that the voice was coming from behind her, from the area of her trunk compartment. Her processor struggled to make sense of what she was hearing.
"Rodney? Is that you?" she responded, a mix of confusion and concern in her voice.
There was a brief pause before Rodney's voice echoed again, slightly embarrassed but sincere, "Yeah, it's me. I, uh, seem to have... fallen inside your trunk"
Aunt Fanny's circuits buzzed with a mix of astonishment and disbelief. She hadn't expected this turn of events. Her voice quivered slightly as she asked, "You fell?"
Rodney's voice held an apologetic tone as he explained, "It was an accident, Aunt Fanny. I lost my balance and, well, one thing led to another."
Aunt Fanny's optics blinked rapidly as she tried to process the situation. She stammered, flustered by the unexpectedness of it all but blushing "Rodney, are you all right?"
Rodney's voice carried a touch of amusement despite the situation. "Physically, I'm fine. I'm really sorry for causing all of this"
Aunt Fanny's worry for Rodney was tempered with a hint of amusement at his predicament. She responded, her voice a mix of concern and gentle teasing, "Rodney, you've always had a way of surprising me. We need to get you out of there, though."
Rodney's voice took on a more serious tone as he said, "Yeah, about that... I've been trying to open the compartment, but it seems there's a cooldown period for the lever mechanism. It won't open right away."
Aunt Fanny's optics dimmed in understanding, a sigh escaping her. "Oh yeah…." She thought about it "It's a safety feature. Rodney, just hold on a little longer. I'll figure out a way to help you out."
Rodney's voice carried a mixture of gratitude and embarrassment. "Thanks, Aunt Fanny. I really didn't mean for any of this to happen."
"Accidents happen, Rodney just try to stay comfortable in there"
Aunt Fanny's processors churned with possible solutions, but while that was happening suddenly her stomach started to gurgle. The sound reverberated through the tranquil garden, echoing like an exaggerated rumble of machinery. Her circuits tingled with a mix of surprise and embarrassment, her optics widening in realization of the situation.
Her voice, now slightly sheepish, cut through the momentary silence. "Oh dear...It seems my stomach has its own ideas about timing."
Rhodney did NOT like the sound of that, after fixing her she had no need to hold back on her certain needs anymore and blow something up, but he was currently trapped inside the ONE place where all that pent up gurgling was about to be released.
"A-Aunt Fanny? You're not going to do what I think you're gonna do right?
Aunt Fanny bites her lower lip in defeat as she then says "I-I'm sorry dear, but I don't think we can come up with a solution with this much of a distraction" She said, holding on to her stomach "I-I promise I will make it up to you later ok?"
"What?! NO WAIT!"
Slightly bending over a little bit, Aunt fanny grunted before she then unleashed what had been holding up for quite some time.
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The outcome manifested as an audacious and clamorous flatulence, which struck Rhodney like a multi-faceted barrage assaulting his senses on multiple fronts. The ensuing aroma amalgamated the pungent notes of smoldering rubber, acrid oil, and the underlying hint of charred substances. It was in the very act of releasing this odorous concoction that the proverbial trunk of unpleasantness swung open, yet Rhodney found himself fully absorbed in processing the stark reality of being assailed by this noxious onslaught from point-blank range.
"OooOh dear…that felt good" She said while wiping her forehead "And it doesn't even hurt anymore, I can finally fart as much as I want now without the risk of falling apart.
She then hears the sound of Rhodney banging his arm against her trunk and the woman remembers where he is.
"Ups! Oh yeah…sorry you had to be there, just try to hold your breath"
'Hold my breath? How? There is no breathable air here anymore after you blasted off' He coughed loudly.
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"Oof! It feels like my stomach is punching me, hope you dont mind but I gotta keep on uploading like you said. No better time than now to be a little artsy fartsy"
"Aunt Fanny! Nooooo!"
If she could hear him or not that didn't matter for her, Aunt fanny spended a long time unable to control her own gas afraid she would do that in places she should not do or hold it in and suffer from the consequences and now she was free from that, even if she had to sort of traumatize Rhdoney a little bit there was NO WAY she was holding it in again.
So by taking a deep breath and clenching her hands, the bottom heavy robot lady kept on BURSTING her large gas release.
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The reverberations of the second blast surged through the air, carrying with them an unsettling aroma reminiscent of molten metal and decaying refuse, assaulted by a relentless wave of chemicals. This noxious scent bore the acrid undertone of a corrosive agent, gnawing voraciously at its very essence, a malevolent force that twisted his senses. The resulting effect was a swirling miasma that coiled within him, inducing a dizzying sensation of disorientation and an overwhelming feeling of revulsion.
"A-Almost there, I can feel it in me I am nearly done. Just gotta put some REAL effort on this one" She starts moving her butt left and right shaking the poor guy on her butt trunk, but she was sort of enjoying this even if unconsciously, she rarely had the chance to just blow one like this without the whole town hearing it.
"A-Aunt F-Fanny I don't think I can keep this up for much l-"
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However that was put on deaf ears as the large bottomed robot lady just focused on blasting off another gargantuan and earth shaking burst of gas from her derriere. Rhodney was once again attacked by it, the aroma of corroding machinery filling the enclosure like a thick and moldy black cloud. There is a sharp, biting scent that leaves a lingering impression of decay. A wave of synthetic oils, burned and spoiled, wraps around him. The air becomes heavy with a sticky, cloying sensation that clings to Rhodney skin. It's the olfactory equivalent of a greasy, grimy unmistakable scent of sulfur bursts forth, accompanied by an undertone of burnt wires. It's a pungent, acrid smell that triggers memories of overheated electronics and electrical malfunctions. The sharpness of sulfur mingles with the acrid notes, creating an alarming complexity.
The sheer force of that thought is so much that Rhodney bursts forth away from his prison by sheer luck which catches both his body and his senses off guard. His form shoots out like a compressed spring released from its hold, hurtling into the open air with an urgency that leaves no time for preparation akin to a roller coaster racing downhill at breakneck speed. The wind whips against his face, his surroundings blur into a hazy streak of colors, a vivid montage of earthy browns and vibrant greens as the landscape rushes past him. His limbs stretch outward instinctively, seeking balance in this sudden flight, his fingers brushing against the air like desperate tendrils.
But just as quickly he hits the floor with an impact that resonates through his body, the gritty earth welcomes him less than gently, a collision of flesh and soil that sends dirt particles scattering in all directions.
Aunt Fanny's attention is abruptly drawn, realizing that something came out and it was him, she pivots on her sturdy mechanical legs, her massive frame turning gracefully to face the scene of the unexpected ejection. Her wide, metal eyes widen in alarm as she takes in the sight of Rhodney CopperBottom sprawled on the ground, his body contorted in an unnatural position.
"Ooh Dear! Looks like I went a bit too far"
Without hesitation, Aunt Fanny strides purposefully toward him, her concern is palpable, a blend of both her mechanical nature and her deep familial connection to the robot lying before her. She bends down with a creak of joints, the rhythmic ticking of gears punctuating the quiet surroundings.
With a controlled strength, she carefully turns him over, her actions deliberate yet tender. Her metal fingers trace over his surface, her sensors scanning for any signs of damage, her sharp senses quickly discern something amiss. Parts of Rhodney's body bear signs of singing, a molten texture to some areas that wasn't there before. A gasp of mechanical surprise escapes her, her realization settling in. Her gaze moves upward to where his face should be, only to be met with a shocking absence. His facial features, once so distinct and expressive, have been melted away.
"Graghghgh" He tries to talk but only a gurgle comes out.
"I'm so sorry Rhodney, but don't worry I'll bring you back to your place!"
With careful precision, she maneuvers her hands beneath Rhodney's body, her fingers wrapping around him securely. With a powerful yet gentle heave, she lifts him from the ground, his form cradled against her frame. Aunt Fanny straightens, her body moving with purpose as she begins to walk in the direction of Rhodney's home.
The scene fades with Aunt Fanny's figure receding into the distance, a guardian of both strength and compassion, carrying her broken family member back to safety.
'Artsy fartsy? This went way beyond that, this butt is a chemical weapon!' Rhodney thought before fainting.
A\N: Bet you guys never expected me to write a chapter about Aunt Fanny from the movie robots huh? I gotta admit it took me some real trouble and searching to make something that would work and it wasn't easy but here it is, it may not be what everyone likes but it's different so I tried my best.
So enjoy this rare sexy robo pic of her
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