A Fucked Jellyfish
The legacy of a sex explorer named Plastic Peter.
Do you like sex explorers?
The release of Oppenheimer's film reminded me of The Life of Peter, the father of the sexual pods and said to be the first ever known to have built a Fuck factory. Here is his story and the creation of his early sex pods.
About the early experience that blew Peter's mind, and his bottom.
Who was Peter? Peter was Katherine’s sister. Kitty loved to play in the desert garden of Los Alamos. Her scientist father was absent, but her brother was a joyful pal. Katherine clearly remembers the first time she inserted the handmade “Fat Man” in the ass of Peter and the gaping hole left by this first body exploration.
Would the young Kitty be so advanced without Daddy’s magazines found under the mattress nobody knows? But this discovery forever molded Peter’s morphology and his sodomite fantasies. Which he soon told his mom about. Being gay was a chance to get electroshock therapy at the asylum. But Peter’s parents never allowed it.
That was why he caressed his sister to satisfy his masochistic desires, and Kitty did her best to fulfill Peter’s plastic adventures. This forbidden relationship left Peter with a fabulous prolapse that he loved to caress on the nights of his atomic adolescence. One of those many perversions that would later send him to a psych ward.
Soon after Hiroshima, Kitty committed suicide. Peter was devastated. His mom sent him to an Asylum. On the effects of the Bomb on victims, he learned that the body is a fragile shell capable of suffering a thousand delights. These torturous desires made him try on himself the sex pods. The very first one was made of electrified jellyfish.
From a fucked jellyfish to the the first Fuck factory in Peter’s flat.
In the late sixties, his apartment in Brighton Beach was the location of his first Fuck factory. It is probably at that time he nicknamed himself Plastic Peter, inserting meat, silicone, and plastics into his body, and operating micro-mechanics inside the pods. Peter became a recluse, grabbing food left on the front door by the neighbor.
Pursuing his father’s legacy, he collaborated with the scientists behind the creation of the biological version of the transistor, elaborated from E. Coli bacteria and used to store data. He was fascinated by the growing field of biological computing, using organic bodies, proteins, or bacteria to perform the basic functions of a computer.
Peter himself developed a way to transmit simple electric waves to the brain. After locating the kinky part in his head, he played intensively with his nervous system. Brain and body implants were of his type, lacking basic tests and guarantees, but he extended his tests. Bravely, the vicious neighbor donated her body to science.
His work and devices were stolen at the time of his death. His body was found dead after a break-in. Since then, his works have reappeared in various places. The images in this article are part of his early work on sex pods when he didn’t yet have all the space he later had in his Manhattan warehouse. Rest in peace, sex explorer.
What do you think of Plastic Peter? Please leave a comment below, I am curious.
Love Always,
Sissi
Peter is such a naughty innovator
What a really interesting character and background.