Set in the near future:

After the Industrial Revolution and the computing revolution, the early twenty-first century would become known as the sentience revolution. A time when computers became more than devices to create spreadsheets and play pointless video games. First with the early days of artificial intelligence and then the creation of the first truly sentient computer systems.

Arguments, fears for employment and even wars were fought over what people thought was the takeover of the machines. Almost eighty years later, the world has accepted the role of sentient machines and how they changed the way we work and live. It means that menial jobs such as factory work are almost totally removed from human requirements. Robots and nanobots can clean and maintain systems, automated plants create products without the need for warm bodies.

A lack of employment was first seen as a disaster, leading to the breakdown of Society, but, in time people appreciated change had to happen. Different ways of earning money and funding the world were created. A universal salary was paid to every human and the skilled professionals still worked with the machines to provide those unique elements that were still out of reach of even sentient computers. In addition, there was an appreciation for 'human-made' products, a badge reserved for the highest value goods which changed hands on secret black markets.

Sophia Olsen was a systems engineer. A strange role supported by the three main sentient computer systems, she was seen as an overseer, someone who was there to ensure the computers worked with rather than against the human race. As such she worked at the highest level of the System with access to cutting-edge technology. She reported to the World Council confirming all was well with the computers, a final check and balance, yet mostly a PR exercise by the three main companies behind the computers.

At just 24 years old she would have been seen to have been young for such an important role, but she had been top of her class in school and had gained her degree and doctorate at Oxford University years before her peers. She was an achiever and didn't care who she upset to get to where she was now.

At that moment she was not aware that she was being watched, her movements being tracked not only by the machines as every human was, but also by hackers who had plans for her and her role. Sophia was going to lead the revolution against the machines without even knowing it.

You see not everyone was so willing to be ruled by an omnipresent computer overlord. Some did not want to have their lives micromanaged by computer systems created by one of three multibillion-dollar companies. There was a growing number of people who were fighting against the machine, people who included highly skilled hackers and so-called criminals who wanted nothing more than to bring down the system.

These people, known as 'The Objective', had a plan. The first step was to sow the seeds of doubt in the minds of the public and show that the infallible systems could go wrong. There had been no reported incidents of system issues or mistakes. Unreported as the System controlled the media as much as general communication.

No, The Objective had a plan, and as Sophie's alarm sounded on the 8th of January 2055 in her apartment it was all about to commence.

'Good morning Miss Olsen' The system spoke softly via her alarm clock. 'It is eleven thirty am and time for you to wake.'

Sophia woke with a start. 11.30? Her alarm had been set for 7.30 am! Surely human error. She rushed to the bathroom, quickly showering and dressing. She pulled on her working clothes. Smart panties containing a series of sensors that monitored her health, lycra leggings in a shiny metallic-looking fabric, a sports bra for her 28 D breasts and a white blouse which clung to her body.

She rushed to her car and clicked accept on the screen. The route was pre-planned as she was due to assess an automated production plant. She was hours late but the car refused to drive any faster as it took itself on the planned route. Sophia sighed but at least the journey allowed her to complete some work.

***

"Her heart rate is higher than usual and her blood pressure is also increased." The woman smiled as she looked at the screen. "She is well on her way to the plant, I presume everything is ready there?"

"Yes." The second younger woman smiled. "We have control of the CCTV cameras and the plant equipment, it will be quite a ride. One could almost feel sorry for Miss Olsen."

"Don't get sentimental." The first woman snapped. "There will be casualties in any war We won't hurt her, she may just be a little humiliated" She giggled to herself.

***

'Miss Olsen?' The automated voice had a note of confusion even though it would have read my ID chip remotely. 'You were expected some time ago.'

I sigh. "Human error. I am here for the compliance visit. I presume you are aware."

'Of course.' Did I detect a feeling of sarcasm? Surely that was impossible. 'Welcome to Ablebake Plant number 4653'.

Ablebake was one of a number of fully automated plants which supplied bread, cakes and desserts to the human population. Intakes from automated mills fed by automated agriculture plants, farms and farmers having long been destined to history. The products were created and loaded by robots onto autonomous vehicles which delivered them to distribution centres for automated delivery to homes. There were no humans in the plant, my presence was only allowed to view the process and report that all was safe for human consumption. It was a pointless occupation, but it was an occupation, roles for humans were rare so you couldn't be choosy.

I was directed to a door which popped open and instructed to dress in a set of safe overalls. I stripped to my underwear and dressed in the white lycra leggings and tight white crop top. I sighed, it was tight bordering on skimpy but the idea was there was nothing to be caught in the machinery. I step out and press my thumb on the reader. I didn't read the statement shown on the screen, I'd read it many times before and it stated that this was an automated plant, that I had to follow the instructions and exit the plant if the red lights flashed indicating that the human safety's were off.

***

"She's in" The woman rubbed her hands. "Let the live stream commence."

"Sorry Sophia" The young woman frowned as she clicked her mouse.

***

The automated door slid silently open and I stepped into the plant. I was engulfed by the sweet smell of custard, sugar and cream. I breathed in deeply, a tingle rushed through my body. I stared down from the gallery onto vats of ingredients such as sugar syrup, jam and marzipan.

I had to visit many factories, from industrial materials to dog food, however, there was something about places like this which made my imagination run wild. It was crazy, but I had mad thoughts of diving into the tank of melted chocolate or dreaming of being coated in custard. I tried to push these filthy thoughts from my brain and get back to what I should be doing.

'Miss Olsen, I am registering elevated brainwave patterns, do you require medical assistance?'

"No" I dismissed the disembodied voice of the plant system, blushing as I imagined it reading my mind using the chip embedded behind my left ear. "Let me into the plant please." The door to the main plant slides open.

Like most people, I'm augmented, there is a chip in my head that reads my thoughts so I don't have to ask for groceries for example, as the system can preempt my requirements. My left eye has an augmented display, the lens on the front of my eyeball will display details directly into my vision. It is second nature to me and it allows me to see elements of the plan and read statistics. I can see the flour hoppers contain 16 tons of flour with twenty more to be delivered later today. As I glance at the conveyor belt in front of me is working at a capacity of 1,500 cookies per hour which is on target.

I start checking off the inspection points, mentally ticking boxes. I look at the robots loading the ingredients as they pass by me. Small hoppers on wheels with arms to grab sacks or barrels. These yellow-painted machines ignore me, pausing if I happen to step in their way.

This is boring, I let my mind wander.

***

Live stream in progress

*The subject's internet and VR searches are shown below*

Ultimate messy directory
Virtual sploshing simulator
Bondage and slop live

The subject, Sophie Olsen has been confirmed as a wet and messy fetishist. Her secret desires are set out in the following fiction blogs written under the pen name 'slopsister' where she shows she dreams of becoming messy.

Number of viewers - 1.6 million.

***

If I'd realised the plant was not under the full control of the System I would have run out of there. As it happened I was unaware I was being watched by millions of viewers who were about to be shown the System could be hacked. I would be seen as the proof of this most spectacularly.

The hackers had isolated the plant safety indicators, I was unaware the system was no longer monitoring where I was to the heavy equipment. I only became aware as one of the robots delivering ingredients approached me. I was mentally checking my list when I happened to notice the pallet of flour bearing down upon me. I lept out of the way with inches to spare.

I fell back heavily landing on a loading platform. Bruised, I took stock of what had happened, there were no error messages, no warnings. I was about to step off the platform when the floor fell away from beneath me.

I squealed as I fell, thankfully I had a soft landing as I dropped into a huge bowl which had been partly filled with butter. I slipped and slithered in the soft mess unable to grab the sides of the huge bowl. The part melted butter was almost two feet deep, my lycra outfit was coated. I was panicking, but my body was betraying me as the soft, smooth butter seeped through my clothes and was doing strange things to my body as it slipped over my nipples and into my pants. I snapped back to my reality as a flow of golden syrup started to pour over my head.

I was gasping and spluttering as gallons of heavy goo hit the top of my head and started to envelop my body. I am soon covered, inches thick in the glue-like substance. I'm knocked down and start to sink in sweet quicksand. I fight against the weight as the flow stops. I clear my eyes and try to slither to the side of the bowl.

The only benefit of the syrup is that I can get traction on the side of the bowl grabbing the side and dragging myself free of the gooey slop just before the mixing blade starts to mix the contents. I stand dripping syrup wondering what the hell had happened.

I can see an error message in my eye projected in my vision despite the goo which is covering me. 'Foreign body in mixer one.' Yeah, certainly a body in there, but I'm out now, and planning to find a shower and get a new set of overalls.

As I start to cross the factory towards the changing room, I don't see what hits me but I fall into the barrow which seems to be filled with a thick jam. I curse as the robot carries me at speed towards another area. The robot stops rapidly and I feel myself being tipped and dumped into a pit.

I sink into what seems to be a skip filled with waste material, sinking into sweet marzipan as the flood of jam covers me. I fight my way free of the mess, dragging my body to the edge of the skip and pulling myself up. I am covered in so much mess I can hardly move so, looking around, decide I can strip off my cloying, sodden clothes. This is a human-free zone so there is no one to see me as I tear off the sodden leggings and top. I stand slightly less coated on the edge of the waste skip.

It's clear the human detection is offline so I realise I must be careful. I spy a doorway so carefully cross the area towards a smaller area. It's dark as I walk in, but the lights snap on as walk inside. I look around, my head-up display tells me this is the wedding cake preparation area. The machinery is silent, obviously nothing is being worked on.

I carefully and slowly walk towards a human door on the other side. I'm almost there, with my fingers on the door handle when I feel my other hand being grabbed.

"What the fu-"

I look back as I see a robot grasping my hand, just hard enough to hold me firm without breaking my wrist which it could do in a moment. It flashes forward grabbing my other wrist before lifting me up. Two more arms reach out and grab my ankles. I find myself being held, spreadeagle by this powerful machine. I am unable to move as the robot tracks back holding me aloft. I struggle but it is pointless as I am lifted and held in a white room. I see more robots before me each with a number of nozzles.

I suddenly realised I was in the bespoke icing room. I gasped as I was hit by a flood of warm goo. I tasted the warm, thick paste realising it was marzipan. I swallowed a mouthful, it was quite delicious. I filthy thought crossed my mind, I was being gunged with thick, sweet paste. I only wished I could do something about the feelings which were overtaking me.

As if the machine read my mind, which it probably did, a smaller robot approached me with a nozzle which came towards my crotch. I gasped as the rubber nozzle moved forward and dipped inside me. There was a sudden rush of warm fluid, I could see I was being filled with doughnut jam from the label on the hopper atop the robot. I squealed and writhed as my pussy was filled to capacity and beyond.

I moaned lustfully as the last vestiges of decency left me. I was alone and being abused with sweet food. Oh God! I could hear a second robot approaching but I couldn't see it as it was behind me. I could only gasp as I felt the nozzle enter my bottom and moaned as warm jam filled me from behind.

My sexual ecstasy was short-lived as the robots moved away. Of course, this was only to allow a series of jets of white frosting to cover me. The sweet mess was heavy and covered every inch of my body as the robots circled me until I was dripping sweet frosting.

I couldn't see the shower of sprinkles, but I could feel the weight as they showered my body.

I was panting as the klaxon sounded, I could see the error message in my eye display. 'Faulty Batch'. I giggled as I realised where I would be ending up. The robots holding me trundled slowly across the factory floor towards the skip. I was tipped forward over the sticky contents of the skip. I could see layers of syrup, flour and jam as the grips released me.

I landed, face first and started to sink in the skicky mess. I struggled free taking a huge gasp of air. I was so close to the edge so I dived my hand beneath the surface and started to dip my fingers into my gooey snatch until I exploded with messy passion.

***

Live stream closed

Final viewer count - 125 million live. 1.2 Billion views of recording.

***

The images of me frotting myself off in a skip of bakery waste never made the news as this was too tightly controlled by the System, but it was virtually impossible to stop people from sharing the film which was overlaid by messages from The Objective. They had shown that the system could be tampered with. Of course, The System blamed Sophie, an ex-employee who had not been heard from since. Her search history and sexual preferences were public knowledge and she had been universally lambasted as someone who had tampered with the system by the mainstream media.

However, those who despised the omnipresent System hailed her as a hero. If only she could be found.

***

"Sophia?"

I looked up, as much as I could. I was still trapped in a gooey prison. The skip had been taken by an automated truck and dumped at a landfill. I was destined to be buried, I was resigned to my fate and I'd sobbed and wailed as I waited for the end.

The young woman started to dig me out, handing me overalls and taking me in a car to a warehouse where she directed me to a shower. After what seemed like hours I stepped out, cleaner and dressed to applause from a small collected crowd.

"Miss Olsen, I am The Objective. I lead a group of people who do not agree with allowing three organisations to rule our world. You may not realise it, but you are a hero."

I'd blushed as they'd shown me the video of my antics at the bakery but as they explained I'd started to sow the seeds of doubt in the minds of the world.

"We would like you to join us. Help us change the world. But, don't answer yet. Sleep on it."

I was led to a beautiful suite of rooms, with a white bed. I was exhausted so lay down, curled up in a ball What was I? A figure of fun? An international pervert? There was a knock at the door.

"Hello." The young woman who had rescued me from the landfill stood before me. "I'm Jenny. I was so Nervous for you, but" She was blushing. "You enjoyed it" It was my turn to blush as Jenny walked into my room. "Would you show me how to you know, get messy? Please"

I looked at this beautiful blond-haired twenty-something who was standing before me with pleading eyes, biting her lip in anticipation and thought well Why not?