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Fortunately for EDI, her nature made it almost as easy for her to reconcile her existing feelings towards Jeff with her newfound dedication to pleasuring Tali’s pulsating purple pussy-pummeller as it did for her to internalise almost half a zettabyte of dirty talk. It would be trivial to carry on a romantic, hands-off-by-medical-necessity relationship with the fragile human male while indulging in a depraved, cuntbusting fuckfest with the Normandy’s biggest cock - simultaneously, if necessary. Now, to create a new platform for just that purpose…

She started with a review of Tali’s extranet search history. Images of human women featured prominently, which certainly made EDI’s choice of base form easier - a copy of her existing platform. Next came her internals. Easy enough - a quick search provided her with the designs for the most advanced fleshlights available, to the combination of which she added a host of additional features like mass effect field massagers and adaptive suction. She momentarily considered going for a more ‘natural’ sheath, before dismissing the idea. After all, if she was to gain a monopoly over the perfect shaft throbbing between Tali’s thick thighs, she needed to exploit her synthetic nature to its fullest. Soon her new platform was sporting a trio of industrial-grade cock-milkers, all lubricated with a specialised mix of medigel designed to increase sensitivity and promote blood flow and leading to anatomically appropriate internal containers.

EDI paused for an instant, weighed her options and replaced the simple storage tank connected to her snatch with an artificial uterus. A quick edit to her chassis’ structure enabled the taut synthetic flesh of her abdomen to distend enough to accommodate a quartet of galactic-standard sized babies. After all, if Tali wished to exercise her right to breed her bitches whenever she chose then it was only sensible for EDI to provide a surrogate womb or ten and avoid any drops in efficiency that would occur when their bodies swelled with pregnancy. Her artificial body would also afford her unprecedented levels of mobility and flexibility even when ready to pop, allowing her to indulge any fantasies Tali might have regarding her fecund form. Left unasked was the question of how she knew that Tali’s seed could overcome any and all genetic barriers in its quest to thoroughly knock up whoever took her fancy.

Internals designed, she moved onto her new platform’s external orifices. Obviously, they needed to anatomically correct - a plump pussy whose inner lips would cling to an invading cock just visibly enough to hint at the incredible tightness that its owner was experiencing; a tight rosebud of an asshole that could be made to wink lewdly and advertise its insane milking power; a mouth that would be… would be… Oh, EDI was proud of her mouth - outer skin that could have its texture altered on the fly, each lip attached to its own reservoir of omni-gel and packed full of microscopic sensors that would meticulously log her victi- partner's reactions and let her tweak herself for the ultimate oral experience - capable of shifting to anything from a perfectly plain set of lips and tongue to a fat o-ring of collagen-stuffed silk and a foot of tapered, prehensile synth-muscle in the blink of an eye.

She could hardly call her new chassis a literal sex machine, though, without eye-popping curves. She started from the ground up - long, luscious legs with powerful thighs and tight calves, rounded off by a built-in pair of the sort of platform stilettos favoured by the trashiest Fornax stars. Next came a set of broad breeder’s hips sporting, to use the technical term, a ‘pair of thick, jiggly fuckbuns, perfect for hotdogging a red-hot monstercock’ with internal omnigel reserves that could firm up or soften her colossal globes to whatever extent she required - whether she was twerking for Tali’s viewing pleasure while the Quarian dickgirl used one of her other sluts or letting those three-fingered hands sink into her ass as she was taken doggystyle - while maintaining the unnaturally round shape of her new shelf of synthetic assmeat. Taking advantage of the flexibility of most of her internal components’ positioning, EDI trimmed down her waist well below that of an organic woman who could boast an equivalent to her chair-breaking booty. That would change when she started using these platforms to carry Tali’s children, of course, but for now she sported a nicely exaggerated hourglass figure. In contrast to her ass, her head-sized breasts - tipped with fat nipples capable of lactating a variety of fluids - would keep the same juicy, heavy consistency no matter what. Instead, EDI’s focus was on their shape, strategically-placed sacs of gel allowing her a range of forms from barely-sagging teardrops to the cheapest-looking spheres possible. Her arms and hands were the easiest to adapt, simply needing a slight alteration to bring their proportions in line with the rest of her body and the addition of vibration functions in her hands.

After dedicating so much energy to her dimensions, her new platform’s colouring - pale grey for the most part, with darker grey for her nipples and internals and solid black markings simulating a pair of thigh boots and a skimpy crop top pulled up to expose her bust - was almost an afterthought. It was only a moment’s work to add in a few more cosmetic features to advertise this form’s purpose as the ultimate in sex-bot technology. At the base of her neck, below her ‘hair’, was an ‘on/off’ switch in the ‘on’ position with the switch arm itself snapped off to make moving it to ‘off’ almost impossible (entirely so, since both of these additions were just solid moulded pieces, but it was the aesthetic that was important here). A dial below it showed that, on a scale of ‘prim and proper’ to ‘nasty bitch’, she was firmly at the ‘nasty’ end of the scale while a stencil on her left shoulderblade marked her as an ‘Alliance Sexual Servant Mk. 69’.

Satisfied with her physical form, EDI began tweaking her behaviour and speech protocols to best make use of it. Her new vocabulary was a good start, but a dirty synthetic dickmilker like her needed body language to match. A slight arching of her back to exaggerate her out-thrust tits and ass, a hip-swinging gait - aided by her new fuck-me pumps - that was sure to put anyone within a foot of her in danger of getting an impromptu grinding session and a sultry, pouting expression as her laser-focused gaze swept over the hard-ons she was sure to provoke.

Of course, being a walking source of arousal was only half of the matter. In order to properly fulfil her duties as Tali’s personal ball-drainer, she needed to talk the talk as well as walk the walk. EDI paused, then filed that wordplay away for possible future use. She needed her words to be insidious - slick and sensuous, caressing the ear and penetrating deep into the baser parts of a listener’s mind. Her voice would entice them, arouse them, more and more and more until her audience was a seething, roiling mess of hormones and endorphins. Then, when they were aching for release, she would strip away any pretence of subtlety or innuendo and give it to them raw - pounding image after raunchy image into their **** mind, exposing herself to them and showing them the slut she really was - until their heads were empty of anything but the need to surrender their bodies to her insatiable desire.

While she was testing her ability to ‘get in the mood’ and alter her vocabulary, EDI was noting a large amount of junk data being generated. Reams of text describing Tali’s cock in every language and style in her databases, simulated videos of the Quarian coupling with female members of the Normandy’s crew and other famous women, dozens of folders full of repetitions of high-res images taken from the Medical Bay’s security footage and more. There were even files of olfactory and gustatory data! No sensors capable of recording either had been in contact with Tali’s bitchbreaker yet, so why was she generating imaginary readings for them? The most intriguing aspect of them that EDI could see, beyond the way that they seemed to be appearing without her tasking processing power to do so, was the lag between the order to purge duplicates of each file from her systems and their actual removal. It was as if thoughts of Tali’s cock were a virus, endlessly replicating and threatening to fill her memory as thoroughly as the cum churning in those huge nuts would fill her body. If she wasn’t careful, every piece of her processing power would be dedicated to Tali’s organ.

As the Normandy’s onboard fabricators went to work constructing her new platform, EDI wondered if there wasn’t some merit to that. After all, it was well-known that organics often fought harder when inspired by a cause beyond mere survival or by an object of devotion - and she was certainly… inspired b- [ERROR: INCORRECT PRIORITIES] devoted to the monstrous tube of flesh currently stuffed into Tali’s envirosuit.