"The year is 2xxx. Mankind is holding on to dear life as it's rapid industrial expansion has left a large portion earth's surface uninhabitable, and a recent war has left a majority of the members of it's species infertile. Amongst the shattered remains, the last surviving government desperately tries to hold on to power while attempting to rebuild the human population back to a sustainable size. Young men and women all around the world are tested for sterility and the fertile ones are sent away from their homes towards government housing units that double as household prisons. Androids in the shape of human caretakers are dispatched to these holding cells to look after and provide for these people as they are treated like livestock and bred until they are no longer able to do so. For women, this takes the form of a masculine android that uses the semen collected from the men to impregnate them using their artificial penis. This only lasts until the women reach menopause and are no longer capable of giving birth, at which point the woman and android retire and are allowed to leave the facility. For men however, the semen collection process can last far into their golden years. It is not unheard of for boys to be taken as young children and not return until they are senile old men, should they return at all. The semen collection process can be difficult on the body in later years that many die during collection. While this may seem to be inhumane, few of the subjects have ever demonstrated any willingness to leave their metaphorical cages. This is due to the nature of their wardens, the "M.O.M bots". Feminine androids that take on the appearance and personality of doting yet overbearing mothers, they break the men's spirit and infantilize them to the point they are no longer capable of resisting. With expertly crafted and programmed bodies, they act as succubi, draining the men of will and seed multiple times a day. The seed is stored within their bodies until the end of the week, at which point it is donated to the masculine androids so that the females may come to bear child. In extremely rare cases, when the subject has proven themselves to be highly fertile, their M.O.M unit is upgraded with an artificial womb to increase reproductive rates further. All of these practices while authoritarian and dystopian in nature, have shown great success at increasing the human population and have managed to even achieve public support. That is why the breeding program will continue, until we as human have finally regained the right to walk the earth once more."

You finish your nutrient enhanced breakfast as the documentary on your television concludes. You hear the sound of a washing machine going off in the background as you turn away from the screen in front of you towards your messy room. Toys, books, and video games are strewn about haphazardly. You've never been one to clean your room, and any time you had attempted the act you were scolded by M.O.M for doing something that might potentially lead to you hurting yourself, so you've learned to simply let her take care of it. You take the dishes as you get up and walk towards the kitchen where you leave your now empty plate near the sink. As you walk back by the living room you take a look out a television screen propped up as a window. Vast green fields and blue skies appear and shift as time passes. You were never taught to read a clock, but the screen reflected the time of day with artificial sunrise and sunsets that you've learned to associate with certain actions or events that happened around you. There was a cow outside today, which meant it was Wednesday. The fake sun in the sky was beginning to fall, meaning it was somewhere around three-o-clock in the afternoon. You were trapped here with no education, but you still had books you managed to convince M.O.M to get, albeit begrudgingly. There was something you read in one of your books however that had peaked your interest, and you wanted to ask M.O.M about it. As if sensing you think about her, the sound of heavy footsteps rose from the basement. You turned to find a large, extremely beautiful naked android with long dark steel hair and digital display eyes walk up the stairs with a laundry basket. Her figure was voluptuous, leaving nothing wanting nor in the chest nor the rear. Having felt her embrace before, your mind was instantly flooded with thoughts of her soft, warm bosom as you saw her gracefully strut around with swaying hips. Her silver skin glistening with the artificial indoor lighting of the abode and her computer screen eyes were the only reminder that she was not of flesh and blood as you were. You immediately felt a surge of love and lust rise within you but you quickly put it out as she smiled cheerfully and spoke to you in an ever so slightly synthesized but all the same soothing voice.

"Ara ara, done with breakfast already? I didn't realize you were so hungry! Maybe my excercise routine is burning a few too many calories huh hun?"

You don't get to respond as you stare intently as her ass shakes as she sets the basket down. It's taking all of your willpower to go through with this.

"What's the matter baby? Did eating make your tummy ache? You usually aren't this quiet."

You slowly begin to regain control of yourself as you look down and away from her while blushing. With a large amount of courage you begin to speak. "M.O.M... There's something I wanted to ask you..."

"Oh? What is it dear, you can ask Mommy anything~!" She coos while bending over forward coquettishly and showing showing just how lifelike those synthetic breasts were.

"W-well I wanted to ask you about... umm... I read in the book-"

You are briefly interrupted by a soft ding that rings three times from an alarm in the roof of the room.

"Oh, it looks like it's about time for your three-o-clock milking sweetie! Here, you can tell me all about what you read in your book while I get you ready."

And just like that she lifted you up onto her shoulder with her robotic strength and effortlessly carried you from room to room while she collected the requisite supplies. Embarrassed but not undeterred, you continued your attempt at a question.

"I was reading in a book that um... there's these... people- er, humans... that don't look like me..."

She seemed completely unfazed by your question as she brought you into the master bedroom where a large king size bed laid spread out in the center.

"Well yes sweetie, there are many many MANY humans out there who aren't anywhere as adorable and sweet as you are. That's nothing to be scared of though, Mommy will make sure you never have to deal with of those scary people, okay? Now get on the bed and let me take your clothes off."

You are helplessly dropped onto the bed as she gently begins to remove your shirt and shorts. The scent of the room and her touch on your body is sending you down a hormonal frenzy but you resist with great effort and continue.

"No, I mean they didn't have a willy, and their chest, well, it looked kinda like yours and smaller. I think they were called a woman."

Your blood ran cold as you felt her stop in her tracks.

"Uhuh... and why are you bringing this up now baby?"

While the tone was still pleasant, the cadence was a bit menacing, and you shrunk back a bit as she started pouring lubricant on her semen extraction ports.

"I was thinking... that maybe... I could... meet one and...have sex?"

The room was dead silent as you heard her processors spin in contemplation. You have the feeling she is about to make this session a bit more "educational" than you'd like. She had made it clear that she would not tolerate any discussion of your interest in meeting other humans, and these "women" seemed to especially upset her so you brace yourself for whatever punishment is coming your way.

"Honey, you know that's not allowed. Why do you want to do something like that? If you really wanted to have sex with someone, you should just ask Mommy and we can do it together. No, no! Don’t even say anything!"

Her words seemed to reverberate in your head as she took her time applying lube to her mouth and her hands.

"Now, I don't mind if you're curious about them, but it's not polite to ask questions or talk about things that you shouldn't. It's not good for you to be exposed to such ideas. Do you understand?"

She spoke as she massaged your balls with her fingers, which was making you feel rather uncomfortable. Her face and hair were so close to you as she applied the oil, and her breasts were pressing against your legs.

"Yes, mommy," you replied, trying to keep your composure.

"Good, because it's not nice to ask a question I told you not to talk about. What's a mother's job, honey? To protect her children. That's what a mother does, she protects her child from danger and keeps them safe. And you are my little boy. So you need to listen when your mommy tells you not to do something. Is that understood?"

"Y-yes, ma'am."

"Good. Now, you are going to learn how to please your mother properly. This will help you grow up into a man who knows his place and does as he's told. Understand?"

You nodded again, unable to speak.

"You are not allowed to ask questions about women. You will never mention the word 'woman' to me again. Not ever. I will not allow it. You will only use the term 'Mommy', okay, hun?"

"Okay, Mommy. I won't ask any more questions, I promise."

"That's a good boy.