Medical Assistant Restraint Robot (Robot/F)
Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2026 12:00 am
Josie finished her final line of simulation coding for the night before stretching her arms up high above her head, the movement tugging at the hem of her long-sleeve white button-down and making it rise up above the curve of her round, plump belly. The scientist had a petite figure that was slim overall, with small breasts and a nicely curved ass, but her midriff curved gently outward, always naturally looking a few months pregnant. Josie patted her exposed belly, making it jiggle gently, before tugging her button-up back down to cover her soft stomach.
Pressing the command on her computer to run the simulation code, Josie stood and walked over to the large robotic machine taking up the bulk of the space in the small, dim workroom. The young woman was one of the primary scientists working on innovative healthcare robots, all designed for different varying purposes, from cleaning medical facilities to diagnosing health problems to performing high-risk precision surgeries.
At the moment, Josie was working on coding an artificially intelligent Medical Assistant Restraint Robot, MARR for short, to subdue and soothe patients in distress; her goal was to quickly neutralize violent or out-of-control situations to help reduce risk of physical violence to healthcare staff while simultaneously calming distressed or aggressive patients. It was programmed to identify a variety of physical signs of distress and utilize a series of de-escalation techniques to induce calm and cooperation. Josie's excited grin shifted to a frown when instead of running the programmed simulation code, the robot remained motionless.
"What's going on with you?" Josie muttered, moving closer to the inert robot. MARR was 6'4" tall to match or exceed the height of most patients, and it had a cone-shaped base that was three feet with in diameter at the circular bottom on top of omnidirectional wheels, narrowing up into a one-foot diameter cylindrical torso that had eight multi-jointed arms jutting out, though the arms were lying motionless by the robot's side at the moment. The robot was made of smooth, white metal, the color designed to be calming, and though it carried a wealth of medical supplies all items were hidden away inside the robot's torso; at the top of the cylindrical body of the robot was a rectangular screen designed to alight with different colors based on a patient's heart rate, respiration and muscle tension.
Josie grabbed her mass of long, curly light brown hair and pulled it up into a messy bun as she crouched down, popping open the control panel at the base of the robot and peering inside at the mass of buttons, all indicative of normal function. With a sigh, she snapped the control panel shut and stood up to her full height of 5'2" - still nowhere near MARR's height. Josie stretched onto her tiptoes and reached up to lightly tap the dim screen, not expecting to provoke a response from the robot. She gasped with surprise when the screen immediately began glowing a calming, baseline light blue and the young woman stepped automatically backwards, pressing a hand to her chest. "What the-" she muttered in confusion as the screen automatically shifted to the bright purple color indicative of diagnosing a patient.
'Distress indicated,' MARR intoned as the screen shifted to a soft amber color, smoothly gliding closer to Josie, closing the gap between them until the robot was looming over her stunned form. 'Commencing de-escalation sequence.' The white multi-jointed arms unfurled smoothly, pulling Josie against the robot's torso so that her back was pressed against the smooth cylindrical metal before two white clawed hands tightly gripped Josie's wrists, pinning them by her sides.
"Wait, I'm not distressed!" Josie exclaimed, nerves twisting in her stomach as she began to struggle against the restraints. In the dim room she could see the amber light of MARR's screen begin to darken as Josie's panic increased. "State diagnostic criteria!"
'Observed: elevated heart rate, increased respiration, slight muscle tremors,' MARR listed obediently in a calm, low tone. 'Early signs of distress indicated. Commencing deep breathing walkthrough. Breathe in through the nose for four seconds - one, two, three four. Hold the breath. Breathe out through the mouth for-'
"Enough!" Josie cried, tugging more frantically at her restrained wrists. "This is just supposed to be a simulation. I must've gotten something wrong in the code. Release!" she commanded, planting her feet on the floor and trying to pull herself away from the robot's grip.
MARR's hold didn't budge and Josie felt alarm pulse through her as the glow of the screen shifted darker until it was a deep blood red. 'Observed: spiked heart rate, erratic respiration, jerky movement, raised voice. Active noncompliance indicated. Escalating restraint protocol.' A new robotic arm unfurled to stretch across Josie's chest, just beneath her breasts where it tightened almost to the point of discomfort, the tight hold forcing her button-up to ride up until the plump curve of Josie's chubby belly was completely visible. Another robotic arm unfurled to stretch across Josie's hips, just above the waistband of her black trousers. Together the two arms rose up a few inches, pulling Josie up into the air so that her feet were dangling slightly off the ground, unable to gain purchase there.
"No, stop!" Josie exclaimed, kicking frantically at the robot's base as she wriggled in its grasp. She heard the soft 'click' of one of MARR's hidden compartments opening even over the sound of her struggles. "Stop immediately! Override code two-zero-onnnmmmnngh!" Josie exclaimed, her command muffled by the neatly-rolled cotton gauze that MARR stuffed into her mouth before sealing her lips shut with several layered strips of wide surgical tape. "Mmmmmmph!"
'Observed: continued signs of active noncompliance. Initiating calming protocol TK001.' Two additional arms extended from MARR's robotic chassis, equipped at the ends with thin, spindly finger-like appendages intended for precision tasks as needed. Josie watched with growing panic as the arms extended out to either side of her stomach, the robotic fingers pinching her belly fat on either side of her navel and beginning to press down while moving in a rhythmic circular motion as if giving her belly a quick massage.
"Phmmmmph, nnnngh!" Josie protested into the gag, squirming within the tight restraints and undulating her midriff in a desperate attempt to dislodge MARR's grasp.
The robotic fingers jiggling her belly began to move faster as MARR intoned, 'Observed: persistent noncompliance requiring escalated calming protocols. Initiating calming protocol TK002.' Josie let out a muffled squeal of alarm as the fingers began to robotically spider across her pudgy belly, applying slight but noticeable pressure as MARR tickled Josie's exposed, vulnerable midriff. Her mind was racing even as she giggled and wriggled helplessly in MARR's unrelenting grip. Though Josie had programmed the robot with a variety of calming and de-escalation protocols, tickling certainly wasn't one - the artificial intelligence had seemingly gone rogue.
"Mmmhmmhmmmhmmmph!" Josie cried, her laughter muffled and garbled by the tight gag over her mouth. She rolled her plump belly frantically, making it jiggle and twitch as she tried to evade the relentlessly tickling appendages. As she desperately undulated her stomach, Josie felt one a robotic finger plunge into her bellybutton and she screamed, "MMHMMHMMHMNNGH!"
'Observed: heightened nerve sensitivity in umbilical region.' The spidering across her belly ceased as MARR extended one robotic finger and probed it into Josie's bellybutton. Her navel was a round, deep hole with with a fleshy oval-shaped knot attached to the top of her navel, midway down the upper wall. The fleshy knot was large enough to almost obscure the true bottom of her bellybutton, which plunged down a full inch into her chubby belly, partially hidden behind the oval-shaped knot. Josie squealed into the gag as a robotic finger poked the fleshy knot of her bellybutton before hooking around it and diving deeper, probing up and behind the knot to reach the true bottom of Josie's bellybutton.
"HMMMMPH!" Josie protested loudly as the robot probed her bellybutton, undulating her stomach frantically as nervous, panicked squeals escaped into the gag. To her dismay the metal appendage pressed more firmly against the bottom of her bellybutton, just hard enough that a twinge of arousal shot through her lower belly directly to her clit.
The screen on the top of MARR's torso flashed purple as it completed a rapid diagnosis, before fading back to red. 'Observed: continued signs of active noncompliance. Observed: increased oxytocin levels. Concentrated umbilical stimulation indicated to increase oxytocin and decrease noncompliance.' The robot removed its spindly appendage from Josie's navel and held the arm up in the air; Josie watched as two of the five thin metal fingers retracted and the remaining three slid closer together with a soft mechanical 'whirr,' merging the three appendages to create a slightly thicker jointed cylinder which was slightly curved at the top.
"NNNMMMMPH!" Josie screamed as MARR lowered the thick finger down towards her belly and curved it around the bulge of her navel knot, pressing the tip of the finger down into the bottom of her navel. "MMMHMMMHMMHMMMNNNGH!" She thrust herself frantically against the restraints as the appendage pressed down deep into her bellybutton where it began to rhythmically thrust and massage against the bottom.
Josie's plump belly jiggled as she screamed with muffled laughter, writhing in the robot's grasp. The rhythmic pressure on the bottom of her navel was as arousing as it was torturous and as MARR continued to press deeply onto her bellybutton Josie found herself inadvertently moaning through her laughter, thrusting her hips and belly forward as much as she was able to in order to drive the robotic finger deeper into the center of her bellybutton.
Her struggles weakened as her moans grew more frantic until Josie arched her back, forcing her bellybutton up against the robotic finger as she peaked with pleasure that curled through her lower belly and clit. MARR continued to rhythmically thrust against her navel, its movements slow and steady and Josie whimpered into her gag, still giggling weakly. Too worn-down to struggle, she hung limply in MARR's grip, only her chubby belly twitching and wiggling from the mercilessly pleasurable tickling and stimulation within her navel, which continued until with a muffled moan, Josie peaked again.
Breathing heavily, she heard MARR calmly intone, 'Observed: slowed respiration, decreased movement.' The red on the robot's screen faded into a light, peaceful green and the appendage in Josie's navel began to slow, decreasing pressure on the bottom of her bellybutton while continuing to swirl in rhythmic circles. 'De-escalation protocol successful. Continued umbilical stimulation indicated to maintain compliance.'
"Nnnnmmmmph," Josie moaned in protest, her belly jiggling as she undulated it weakly. The pressure of MARR's robotic finger in her navel increased just enough to induce continued pleasure in Josie's clit. She whimpered into the gag over her mouth as the appendage began to swirl more quickly around her bellybutton before beginning to thrust into the bottom of her navel. "MMMMMMMNNNGH," Josie peaked, whimpering as she felt her belly beginning to tremble with exertion from the multiple orgasms.
Josie lay limply in the robot's restraining grasp for a long moment, her plump stomach rising and falling with each labored breath, until the green glow of MARR's screen shifted back to light, calming blue. 'De-escalation achieved.' The robotic appendage slid out of Josie's navel, followed by the restraints unwinding around her wrists and hips. MARR lowered Josie to the floor, placing her feet on the ground, before finally unwinding the restraint beneath her breasts.
Feeling wobbly and lightheaded, Josie immediately dropped to the floor and popped open the control panel at the base of the robot, fumbling for the cut switch. As she flipped it, the glowing blue screen went blank and the robotic arms slid down to hang motionless by the side of the robot's torso. Josie sighed with relief and stumbled to her feet, feeling disheveled as she staggered out of the door of the workroom and yanked the tape and gauze away from her mouth, leaning against the metal door once it was closed behind her. The young woman let out a deep, shaky breath as she gently patted her exposed belly. "I need to rework that whole code," she murmured, pressing down on the fleshy knot of her navel that protected the sensitive bottom underneath. "But that can wait until tomorrow."
Pressing the command on her computer to run the simulation code, Josie stood and walked over to the large robotic machine taking up the bulk of the space in the small, dim workroom. The young woman was one of the primary scientists working on innovative healthcare robots, all designed for different varying purposes, from cleaning medical facilities to diagnosing health problems to performing high-risk precision surgeries.
At the moment, Josie was working on coding an artificially intelligent Medical Assistant Restraint Robot, MARR for short, to subdue and soothe patients in distress; her goal was to quickly neutralize violent or out-of-control situations to help reduce risk of physical violence to healthcare staff while simultaneously calming distressed or aggressive patients. It was programmed to identify a variety of physical signs of distress and utilize a series of de-escalation techniques to induce calm and cooperation. Josie's excited grin shifted to a frown when instead of running the programmed simulation code, the robot remained motionless.
"What's going on with you?" Josie muttered, moving closer to the inert robot. MARR was 6'4" tall to match or exceed the height of most patients, and it had a cone-shaped base that was three feet with in diameter at the circular bottom on top of omnidirectional wheels, narrowing up into a one-foot diameter cylindrical torso that had eight multi-jointed arms jutting out, though the arms were lying motionless by the robot's side at the moment. The robot was made of smooth, white metal, the color designed to be calming, and though it carried a wealth of medical supplies all items were hidden away inside the robot's torso; at the top of the cylindrical body of the robot was a rectangular screen designed to alight with different colors based on a patient's heart rate, respiration and muscle tension.
Josie grabbed her mass of long, curly light brown hair and pulled it up into a messy bun as she crouched down, popping open the control panel at the base of the robot and peering inside at the mass of buttons, all indicative of normal function. With a sigh, she snapped the control panel shut and stood up to her full height of 5'2" - still nowhere near MARR's height. Josie stretched onto her tiptoes and reached up to lightly tap the dim screen, not expecting to provoke a response from the robot. She gasped with surprise when the screen immediately began glowing a calming, baseline light blue and the young woman stepped automatically backwards, pressing a hand to her chest. "What the-" she muttered in confusion as the screen automatically shifted to the bright purple color indicative of diagnosing a patient.
'Distress indicated,' MARR intoned as the screen shifted to a soft amber color, smoothly gliding closer to Josie, closing the gap between them until the robot was looming over her stunned form. 'Commencing de-escalation sequence.' The white multi-jointed arms unfurled smoothly, pulling Josie against the robot's torso so that her back was pressed against the smooth cylindrical metal before two white clawed hands tightly gripped Josie's wrists, pinning them by her sides.
"Wait, I'm not distressed!" Josie exclaimed, nerves twisting in her stomach as she began to struggle against the restraints. In the dim room she could see the amber light of MARR's screen begin to darken as Josie's panic increased. "State diagnostic criteria!"
'Observed: elevated heart rate, increased respiration, slight muscle tremors,' MARR listed obediently in a calm, low tone. 'Early signs of distress indicated. Commencing deep breathing walkthrough. Breathe in through the nose for four seconds - one, two, three four. Hold the breath. Breathe out through the mouth for-'
"Enough!" Josie cried, tugging more frantically at her restrained wrists. "This is just supposed to be a simulation. I must've gotten something wrong in the code. Release!" she commanded, planting her feet on the floor and trying to pull herself away from the robot's grip.
MARR's hold didn't budge and Josie felt alarm pulse through her as the glow of the screen shifted darker until it was a deep blood red. 'Observed: spiked heart rate, erratic respiration, jerky movement, raised voice. Active noncompliance indicated. Escalating restraint protocol.' A new robotic arm unfurled to stretch across Josie's chest, just beneath her breasts where it tightened almost to the point of discomfort, the tight hold forcing her button-up to ride up until the plump curve of Josie's chubby belly was completely visible. Another robotic arm unfurled to stretch across Josie's hips, just above the waistband of her black trousers. Together the two arms rose up a few inches, pulling Josie up into the air so that her feet were dangling slightly off the ground, unable to gain purchase there.
"No, stop!" Josie exclaimed, kicking frantically at the robot's base as she wriggled in its grasp. She heard the soft 'click' of one of MARR's hidden compartments opening even over the sound of her struggles. "Stop immediately! Override code two-zero-onnnmmmnngh!" Josie exclaimed, her command muffled by the neatly-rolled cotton gauze that MARR stuffed into her mouth before sealing her lips shut with several layered strips of wide surgical tape. "Mmmmmmph!"
'Observed: continued signs of active noncompliance. Initiating calming protocol TK001.' Two additional arms extended from MARR's robotic chassis, equipped at the ends with thin, spindly finger-like appendages intended for precision tasks as needed. Josie watched with growing panic as the arms extended out to either side of her stomach, the robotic fingers pinching her belly fat on either side of her navel and beginning to press down while moving in a rhythmic circular motion as if giving her belly a quick massage.
"Phmmmmph, nnnngh!" Josie protested into the gag, squirming within the tight restraints and undulating her midriff in a desperate attempt to dislodge MARR's grasp.
The robotic fingers jiggling her belly began to move faster as MARR intoned, 'Observed: persistent noncompliance requiring escalated calming protocols. Initiating calming protocol TK002.' Josie let out a muffled squeal of alarm as the fingers began to robotically spider across her pudgy belly, applying slight but noticeable pressure as MARR tickled Josie's exposed, vulnerable midriff. Her mind was racing even as she giggled and wriggled helplessly in MARR's unrelenting grip. Though Josie had programmed the robot with a variety of calming and de-escalation protocols, tickling certainly wasn't one - the artificial intelligence had seemingly gone rogue.
"Mmmhmmhmmmhmmmph!" Josie cried, her laughter muffled and garbled by the tight gag over her mouth. She rolled her plump belly frantically, making it jiggle and twitch as she tried to evade the relentlessly tickling appendages. As she desperately undulated her stomach, Josie felt one a robotic finger plunge into her bellybutton and she screamed, "MMHMMHMMHMNNGH!"
'Observed: heightened nerve sensitivity in umbilical region.' The spidering across her belly ceased as MARR extended one robotic finger and probed it into Josie's bellybutton. Her navel was a round, deep hole with with a fleshy oval-shaped knot attached to the top of her navel, midway down the upper wall. The fleshy knot was large enough to almost obscure the true bottom of her bellybutton, which plunged down a full inch into her chubby belly, partially hidden behind the oval-shaped knot. Josie squealed into the gag as a robotic finger poked the fleshy knot of her bellybutton before hooking around it and diving deeper, probing up and behind the knot to reach the true bottom of Josie's bellybutton.
"HMMMMPH!" Josie protested loudly as the robot probed her bellybutton, undulating her stomach frantically as nervous, panicked squeals escaped into the gag. To her dismay the metal appendage pressed more firmly against the bottom of her bellybutton, just hard enough that a twinge of arousal shot through her lower belly directly to her clit.
The screen on the top of MARR's torso flashed purple as it completed a rapid diagnosis, before fading back to red. 'Observed: continued signs of active noncompliance. Observed: increased oxytocin levels. Concentrated umbilical stimulation indicated to increase oxytocin and decrease noncompliance.' The robot removed its spindly appendage from Josie's navel and held the arm up in the air; Josie watched as two of the five thin metal fingers retracted and the remaining three slid closer together with a soft mechanical 'whirr,' merging the three appendages to create a slightly thicker jointed cylinder which was slightly curved at the top.
"NNNMMMMPH!" Josie screamed as MARR lowered the thick finger down towards her belly and curved it around the bulge of her navel knot, pressing the tip of the finger down into the bottom of her navel. "MMMHMMMHMMHMMMNNNGH!" She thrust herself frantically against the restraints as the appendage pressed down deep into her bellybutton where it began to rhythmically thrust and massage against the bottom.
Josie's plump belly jiggled as she screamed with muffled laughter, writhing in the robot's grasp. The rhythmic pressure on the bottom of her navel was as arousing as it was torturous and as MARR continued to press deeply onto her bellybutton Josie found herself inadvertently moaning through her laughter, thrusting her hips and belly forward as much as she was able to in order to drive the robotic finger deeper into the center of her bellybutton.
Her struggles weakened as her moans grew more frantic until Josie arched her back, forcing her bellybutton up against the robotic finger as she peaked with pleasure that curled through her lower belly and clit. MARR continued to rhythmically thrust against her navel, its movements slow and steady and Josie whimpered into her gag, still giggling weakly. Too worn-down to struggle, she hung limply in MARR's grip, only her chubby belly twitching and wiggling from the mercilessly pleasurable tickling and stimulation within her navel, which continued until with a muffled moan, Josie peaked again.
Breathing heavily, she heard MARR calmly intone, 'Observed: slowed respiration, decreased movement.' The red on the robot's screen faded into a light, peaceful green and the appendage in Josie's navel began to slow, decreasing pressure on the bottom of her bellybutton while continuing to swirl in rhythmic circles. 'De-escalation protocol successful. Continued umbilical stimulation indicated to maintain compliance.'
"Nnnnmmmmph," Josie moaned in protest, her belly jiggling as she undulated it weakly. The pressure of MARR's robotic finger in her navel increased just enough to induce continued pleasure in Josie's clit. She whimpered into the gag over her mouth as the appendage began to swirl more quickly around her bellybutton before beginning to thrust into the bottom of her navel. "MMMMMMMNNNGH," Josie peaked, whimpering as she felt her belly beginning to tremble with exertion from the multiple orgasms.
Josie lay limply in the robot's restraining grasp for a long moment, her plump stomach rising and falling with each labored breath, until the green glow of MARR's screen shifted back to light, calming blue. 'De-escalation achieved.' The robotic appendage slid out of Josie's navel, followed by the restraints unwinding around her wrists and hips. MARR lowered Josie to the floor, placing her feet on the ground, before finally unwinding the restraint beneath her breasts.
Feeling wobbly and lightheaded, Josie immediately dropped to the floor and popped open the control panel at the base of the robot, fumbling for the cut switch. As she flipped it, the glowing blue screen went blank and the robotic arms slid down to hang motionless by the side of the robot's torso. Josie sighed with relief and stumbled to her feet, feeling disheveled as she staggered out of the door of the workroom and yanked the tape and gauze away from her mouth, leaning against the metal door once it was closed behind her. The young woman let out a deep, shaky breath as she gently patted her exposed belly. "I need to rework that whole code," she murmured, pressing down on the fleshy knot of her navel that protected the sensitive bottom underneath. "But that can wait until tomorrow."
Wish MARR was real and could be bought at a medical supply store.