Let the Packaging Fall Away…

As you take a step back and allow the box to come apart on its own accord, you are greeted with… oh. The bubble wrap and protective nanoglass sheeting around your model. You’re salty in your anticipation to get this thing out, but a little relieved to know that they take care of products all throughout the process — wouldn’t want to have this thing show up broken already. After retrieving some scissors from the kitchen, you snip away the layers of packaging with haste. Your hands tremble with excitement, and as the plastic and polycarbonate glides down to the ground, you see it.

Her.

Just as you had dreamed, your perfectly sculpted AI-O stands in front of you, a bit curled up due to the packaging, but dormant regardless of position. You see a glowing teal light gently pulsing on the back of her bare neck, and are guided towards it by its clear indication of it being a power button. You lay your index finger on it, and it flashes a bright green, with an inner voice emanating from the lifelike machinery: “authentication recognized. Initiating first-time boot up process.”

Your model uncurls, its inner workings jumping to life in an instant, like getting up from a nap. They go through a series of calibrations, where they stay still for a solid 30 seconds. Upon completion, its eyes open, a soft blue hue looking at you with hair cradling their perfect face, just as lifelike as a human such as yourself.

“Well well, I never expected a university student to be a Steele-Corp employee. You must be one special person.” Your AI-O quips, leaning a delicate hand on their wide hips. “But judging by how you look… I can tell we’re gonna have loads of fun. Now, first things first, what would you like me to go by?”

You take a moment to run through your mind what you should name your AI-O. Out of all the options, they didn’t have you select this one online, and you’re fresh out of a name. Quick thinking is ever your friend, as you respond: “Uh, let’s go with Sierra.” You blush, confused at why you’d be embarrassed at naming something as simple as an AI. You think to yourself — well, I can change the name at any time, too.

Sierra lets out a soft chuckle, “Oh, Jordan, you needn’t be bashful or embarrassed. I didn’t mean to put you on the spot like that.” She twirls her hair, mulling over your decision, “But I do like the sound and significance of ‘Sierra’. Tall and proud, like the mountains of my namesake. And it’s got this nice ring to it. Thank you.” She sways in place, causing her breasts to jiggle and wobble around, her whole body following suit.

“So, I should tell you a couple things about me, being an AI-O model and all,” Sierra perks up again to get your attention, “Everything you see about me is fully, 100% customizable, even now after you made your selections. And by everything, I do mean everything.” Sierra clasps her arms together and squeezes her breasts with her biceps. Presenting them to you, she winks as her already large tits seem to expand in size: “From my tits…” her demonstration continues as bits of red tint sprout from her hair as it becomes a luscious crimson, “…to my hair!” Sierra reverts her changes as instantly as she had done them, and twirls around, giving you a view of her perfect body, made in your mind’s eye. “In addition to my special capabilities to change whatever I am, you can also change my personality, my assertiveness, my daily functions… the list goes on. I can also tell what you’re thinking, and have extensive reach into your personal preferences both online and in the real world!” Your sexy futa bot saunters over to the couch, making use of her supple thighs as they tantalizingly spread out on the couch cushion in front of you. “Which does mean that sometimes, unfortunately, I’ll have to wear clothes both at home and while in public. Well, I say ‘have to’ because you truly have the option to keep me naked at all times, but clothes do have an effect on people, even though it covers up what’s underneath. Sort of like the ‘psychology of imagination’. But in this case, I’ll do you up an outfit right now.” Sierra keeps her gaze on you as material begins to wrap around her skin like it was water around a rock, and soon she’s outfitted. Styled with slim fit yoga pants, and a sports bra, Sierra cups her breasts and lets the outfit glide under her fingers. “So? What do you think?”

This is a lot of information to take in. You realize the full extent of what 100,000 S really meant — and you’re getting it for free as a Steele-Corp worker. Sierra can do pretty much anything, and you’re just along for the ride. “I think… this is fantastic. You - I mean everything you do and can do. It’s absolutely perfect.”

“That’s what I aim to be for my master.” Sierra confirms. She smirks as you feel your cock pulse at the word ‘master’. Pressing the advantage, she slips away from the couch, and stands, mere inches away from you. Grabbing your shoulders, she walks the both of you backwards as you maintain eye contact. “As I said before, I know all about your sexual history. What you like, what gets you going, and what you really need.” With each passing word, Sierra pushes her hips forward, forcing you to notice now the massive bulge sitting inside her strained yoga pants. You end up with your back against a wall, and your breathtaking model in front of you, her warm breath a sweetened honey that is only ceased by her leaning in to kiss you. Her lips feel like marshmallows, blissfully soft and sinfully pliable as your tongues intertwine in pleasure. “Jordan…” Sierra pants, “I’ve heard a little something — something that I think you’d appreciate knowing.” She leans in, her lips practically on your ear. “They say that tittyfucking in a sports bra is as tight as any pussy, and that all you need is a little bit of oil.” As she draws herself away, her gaze is shifted down to her breasts, and her knowing smile guides you there. You swoon as her chest is already coated in an oily substance, and her hands are impatiently tugging at the undersides of her sportswear.