As a carwash for people - specifically, men - you have a lot of different functions, just as a carwash might. However, the foreman, with a smirk on his face, has an idea. After all, they have to make sure that you’re working properly! No leaky pipes around here, drip drip dripping all the way through your systems. A part of THIS foreman’s job is ensuring that he’s done his job well, and that job is about to begin.
“Okay, boys, the football team can’t go havin’ this fuckin’ thing breakin’ dow’n on ‘em whe’n they’re showerin’.” The foreman said, slapping your door, sending a rattle through your glass. “Let’s stress test the TURBO system.”
“Alrighty boss,” says a muscular, blonde foreman. “What setting shall we try it out on?”
“Crank it up to turbo. Some of these athletes can get extremely sweaty and dirty out on the field and we’ve got to make sure the system can handle it.”
“Ok boss,” said the blonde foreman. He reaches forward to grip your turbo dial, his bronzed arms glinting with sweat from the work of assembling your parts. His wet fingers grip your dial, but slip off due to excessive finger sweat. “Ooh er, sorry boss,” says the blonde foreman. The sensation was…. Familiar, a tingling you can’t quite place...He reaches forward and grips your dial again. His fingers gently caress the ridges and knobs on the dial, and you feel a spiral of pleasure slip down your internal cables. Ever so softly he tries again. However his fingers were just too wet and his hand slips off and slaps against the glass. You feel a sensual vibration running through your doors, and the sensation of sweat smeared across the glass.
“Ok Carl, that’s enough, time to let a real man have a go.” The boss steps up to the turbo dial. He is wearing short sweaty shorts and his thick ass glints with moisture (you can see this because some of your parts are in the box behind him).
With a firm, commanding hand, the boss reaches forwards. His fingers arch and flex as he grips your dial. Every part of you hums with a perverse energy. Oh, oh he has no idea about what part he’s currently touching. If you had human skin stretched over your frame, it might have been blushing right about now.
You’re so busy thinking about how you’re blushing, but not really blushing, that when the boss turns your dial, your knob with such a commanding grip, you aren’t prepared. Your not-eyes spring open in shock as the jolt of pleasure arcs through your pipes and systems, the valves flushing and twisting and popping as water starts to blast through your system. It pulses through your pipes, surging towards the shower-shaped climax, as you spill generous jets of water from your head.
But wait! That’s not all. The boss stumbles backwards with a yelp, covered in your fluids and glistening with dewey shine. “Ah fuck, look at me boys, this thing just pissed out all over me, ahah!” A harsh laughter barked from his throat, his adam’s apple highlighted by the flecks that had reached him.
Then, you explode from a second hole. And a third. And a fourth. And a fifth. And a sixth. And a seventh. And an eighth. And a ninth. And a tenth. And an eleventh. And a twefth. And a thirdteenth. And a fourteenth. And a fifteenth. And then, a seventeneteeth. A sixtteenth, an eighteenth, a nineteenth, and finally, a twentieth.
All your different holes were firing from the EXTREME setting, exploding out into the room, flooding the floor. Your pipes begin to shake and vibrate, sending a halo of pleasure to wherever your brain currently is, surrounding it and tightening like a boa constrictor snake as your orgasm and orgasm all into your stall. You don’t even look, continuing to pump water out and out and out and out and out and out and out and out and out and out and out and out and out and out and out aaaaaaannnnnnnnnnndddddddddddddd ooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt……………..!
Uh. Uh oh. The foremen are gone. And...and you can’t stop! Where are they? You search around, scanning the room, your on-board AI conducting a search for any nearby students, trying to convince your circuits that the foremen are, in fact, young than thirty. But, you can’t find them, they’re not around, and your water isn’t stopping any time soon...