When curious Johnny stumbles upon a mysterious NCRR sperm donation machine, he doesn’t expect a real mouth behind the bioport — or that it belongs to his offspring Donnie’s horny girlfriend, Bonnie. One awkward thrust leads to a total meltdown — of the machine and everyone’s dignity. Now Bonnie’s dripping, Donnie’s puking, and Johnny’s pants are still around his ankles. From back-alley blowjobs to “professional duties” gone wild, this messy sci-fi fuck-up proves one thing: when tech gets too personal, someone’s bound to get short-circuited… and covered