Let the Packaging Fall Away…

A step back after the last few bits of secures come loose from the box, and you watch the walls around your model fall to the floor. Like an unveiling ceremony, a hiss of steam and smoke rushes from the inside, decompressing the interior nanoglass and clipped box as bubble wrap falls to the ground. Then, the fogged covers drop to the floor as well, and for the first time, you’re greeted with it to your very own eyes. You finally see it.

You see her.

Nestled up in a semi-tight position, a semi-fetal upright stance is your AI-O in all its deep chocolate glory, all the selections you made on immediate display. Past her silky black hair gently flashes a button on the nape of her neck, with the power symbol and your company’s name on it. The activation button. After a quick inspection and a tad bit of cleaning multiple layers of packaging from your model’s vicinity, you press firmly into her supple skin where the button is, and a thick, rich, melodic voice comes from her: “Activation complete. Running first-time start up diagnostics.” Your AI-O begins to stretch slowly, flexing muscles under her dark ebony skin, ensuring everything is in working order.

A slow, rhythmic breathing starts to give life to your AI-O, the rise and fall of her back indicating her active presence. With a couple more movements and stretches, your chocolate cutie begins to stand up straight, revealing the fruits of your labor — or rather, your few key selections on the holonet.

She begins by righting herself, allowing her back to unfold and straighten to her full, unhindered height. Her face is the first thing you make eye contact with, a deep hazel connecting with you in her irises that just scream “dreamy eyed” at you. Perfectly smooth skin line her cheeks, forehead, and lips as that divinely mysterious black hair cascades behind her. You’re not focused on her face for too much longer, though, as her pair of ponderous, massive mommy milkers come into view. The dark, dusky mounds sit perky on her chest, beautifully perfect and wonderfully sized to peak with dark chocolate nipples, each easily the thickness of your finger. Lower still, past her stunningly impossible slim frame, is her wide, berthing hips that flare out in an unnaturally natural manner — she’s as if a sculpture had come to life. The star of her show hits your eyes just as she finishes fully activating, a soft, deep giggle coming from her as you gawk at her sheath. Though nothing is on display, the bulge and sheer size of your AI-O’s sheathed cock is already immense, almost dwarfing your head in comparison to size. There’s no real way to wrap your head around this — how is her sheath already so much bigger than you expected? How does her 6-foot long fuck log fit in there? And her balls… they’re positively more massive than both of your heads combined, unapologetically hanging down like they’re just begging to be drained ceaselessly. The pure shock factor from the absolute perfection your model brings leaves you stunned and speechless as a whole. What’s more is that this hyper-sexual-artpiece-turned AI-citizen is something you technically live with now — “own” is a little too strong of a word, though that’s the true technical side of things.

“Mmm, I see Steele Corps employees really do take their time analyzing the quality of the products the company puts out. I guess the rumors were true.” Her creamy rich voice snaps you out of your ogling. She laughs once more: “Oh, well you didn’t have to stop staring at my body — that’s partially what I’m made for, after all.” The ebony AI-O places her hands firmly around her hips, pushing out her chest and sheath to put them on display for you like a ‘I know this is what you want’ expression. She flashes an impeccable smile, then struts on over to you, her figure almost towering over you at a stunning 6’-9” in height. Looking down at you quizzically, she shifts and leans to one side.

“So, hottie, what’re you gonna call me? Other than the pet names commonly associated with sex, like ‘baby’, ‘fuck’, ‘God’, and ‘yes’?”

Damn, you’d been so excited to really get this delivery, then stunned by the perfection of your model to really have the mental capacity to think of a name. Mulling it over, you recall some names befitting of your new AI-O, associating her with sources of pleasure, intimacy, and love.

“Oh… Sarah? Brigette? Melia? Those are the names that seem fitting for me to call you… I don’t know why — they just fit.” You blurt out. Somehow, she doesn’t react to your blunt approach towards the topic, so much as she does to the suggestions you give her.

She smiles, tilting her head into the air as if to think about which to pick. “You know… let’s go with… Sarah. I like that one the most. Maybe we’ll find out why that connects with us soon enough,” Sarah winks, running her hands along her dark mounds again, this time for pleasure and teasing rather than some diagnostic test. You find it hard to believe that the name ‘Sarah’ came out of nowhere — maybe she’s right, and it does have a connection to your subconscious. You watch as she saunters over to you, her assets bouncing and jiggling with tantalizingly slow motion, as if they were made for your viewing pleasure and yours alone in this very moment. Stopping just short of arm’s reach, Sarah breathes in a deep sigh as she continues feeling herself up, causing your dick to rage in your pants.

“So, handsome, why don’t we do a couple more things to have me fully set up? Just some aesthetic choices and preference sharing, that’s all, baby.” The way Sarah lets ‘baby’ roll off her tongue is half like the way a sweet woman would say it in an endearing way, and half like she wants to take you to pound town within the next five seconds — it’s weirdly sensual and intimate, but you’re drawn to it like a moth towards an ebony light.

“Yeah, sure thing, Sarah. what do we need to do?” You try and stand tall, but still end up looking up to meet eyes. Though, your face is level with her gigantic titties, which isn’t the worst position at all, either.

Something she takes notice too, as well. Her hands grope and squeeze at her chocolate boobs, making them surge and jiggle, just mere moments away from being in your face. Damn, she knows how to walk that fine line of self-love and sexual teasing. “Well, for starters, I gotta have some clothing options in mind. I think you and I both know we ain’t the type to keep clothes on while we’re together, but I’m sure other people in public would love some decency on a body like mine. As decent as ‘decent’ can be on a body like mine… so, why don’t you pick out some outfits for me to wear?”

As if shopping for clothes and styling yourself wasn’t hard enough. Now having to think about Sarah’s attire, you enter a deep state of thought, rummaging through your head as to what would look good on your AI-O.

Everything would. But specifics don’t come to you the way you wanted.

You feel a hand on your shoulder: “Here, sugar, why don’t you just show me in the next process? It’s all about preference sharing and letting me know what you really like, and who you are past the Steele Corps badge.” Sarah pierces lovingly into your eyes, her hazel beauties so disarming it could’ve ended the centuries-old Palestine conflict long before it was declared over.

You feel your body relax, like everything’s being taken care of. Nodding, you return her gaze as much as humanly possible: “Yeah, let’s move on to the next process. I have a lot of ideas and outfit options, I just don’t know how to describe it to you.”

“Well, that’s the beauty of this next and final step. We don’t need to necessarily use words to communicate what we’re thinking — you can just show me.” Sarah releases her grip of your shoulder, standing up straight once again. She puts a hand on her hip, leaning to the side. “Now we can do this next step a couple of ways — it just depends on how… frisky you’re feelin’, babe.” A lustful smile breaks from her mouth, her chocolate skin slightly gleaming in the afternoon light of the university apartment. “I can lay those options out for you, as it stands, honey bunch. The operation deals with enabling our minds to connect so that my database can be suffused with your preferences, memories, histories, and the like so that I can be the perfect companion for you. First option is to simply allow me to embrace you, which, of course I love hugs, and I’m sure you do too, especially with what I’m packed with,” Sarah moans and squeezes her perky titties before continuing, “The second choice is to kiss, which does mean for a faster transfer of data, though we can continue it for as long as we want… hint hint.” Your ebony bombshell giggles and traces a line along her lips as her smile simply melts you away. “And the last option…” She takes her time in moving her hands around, finally landing on her ponderous sheath, “Involves a little bit of this bad girl. We’d connect via docking, and I’d get the transfer by collecting… fluid from you.” Something moves restlessly inside the sheath as Sarah moans, her touches becoming ever more insistent around her black, leathery skin. “So, sugar pie, which’ll it be?”

There’s no real question about it. While each choice sounds perfect in its own right, you have waited far too long and are far too horny to deny the first chance at using your model for its intended purpose, fulfilling dreams that surpass what any ex-girlfriend could’ve hoped to achieve. “I think it’s time to break her out, Sarah. The third option.”

Sarah erupts with a low, nearly sinister laughter that fills the room with her desirous and sex-crazed tone, and her smile is one of genuine happiness. “Oh yes, baby, you’re gonna enjoy this…” She coos as she begins drawing lines around the not-so-little donut hole of her sheath, easing in to the process of coaxing her monstrous meat out of hiding. She eyes you, rarely looking away from you as she measures your reaction: “You really did select the exclusive option for my ‘equipment’, didn’t you sugar? I’m such a big girl, I think she’s even longer than you are tall! Isn’t that so hot, that my girl cock is bigger than your whole fucking body is?” Sarah bites her lip as her hands pick up the pace ever so slightly. With a sudden ‘pop’, a mottled pink, brown, and black cock head pokes out of the dusky sheath, as thick as a tree and already slicked with silvery precum. “Ohhhh, there she is. Watch me grow, now. Watch her get bigger and longer for you, sugar.” Her dark chocolate hands quickly grab the tip, eagerly pumping what length is revealed as she moans incessantly, bucking her hips like a horse. There’s a lustful glare from Sarah that screams ‘clothes, off, now’, to which you obey without pause. As you disrobe, you pull free your own hard cock, which by now is being absolutely overshadowed by Sarah’s shaft, which pours out of her sheath, inch by inch with a slippery squelching that turns you on. “Oh, look at that little guy… you’re pretty big, for a guy, but then there’s my girl,” she hefts up her own, now more than two feet in elongating length, and showing no signs of stopping. “You see, I’m a big girl by nature already, given your selection. But when I see a cute guy like you… I have the potential to get… bigger.” Sarah thrusts her hips forward at the word ‘bigger’, causing her cock to surge another 7 inches longer. “And I’m not even hard yet! Just you wait til I really get rock hard…” Sarah giggles excitedly as her huge fuck log stretches out even more… four feet, five feet… “Yeah, that’s right, get bigger for sugar. Show him just how big you can get, and don’t stop until we can’t no more. Without any tweaks, that is…” six feet, which is what you thought her maximum starting length would be, but she just keeps going. More and more mottled horse shaft keeps coming out, until Sarah’s holding a 6’-8” long horse cock. The proportions laid out in front of you are mind blowing. Not to mention her gargantuan length, but it seems like her tree trunk girth has also gotten a few inches thicker. Her urethra slit is longer than your entire cock, and is pouring out pints of precum with seemingly no end. And the way blood veins run through her entire member… blood vessels, the thickness your fingers, pump immense amounts of nutrients to keep up with her huge girth and length. “Ahhhh, yeah babe, that’s what I’m talking about. Look at all this fuckin meat, ready to fuck! But first, we gotta figure out what else you like. Here, stick your lil guy in here, and we’ll start the transfer, sugar.” Sarah points down to her urethra, where her fountain of slippery wet precum is gushing from. It’s enticing, the way this entrance looks like a pussy already. You approach it, and you place your hand on it as if to mount an animal. It twitches, and you instinctively flinch, causing her to chuckle. “Awwww, don’t worry babe, she won’t bite! Unless you want her to…” Sarah places a hand at the base of her shaft, as if that would calm down her nearly seven foot-long monster. You reassume your position, and insert your puny cock into hers, docking with her tight entrance. The both of you let out a drawn out moan as you’re enveloped with the warm, tight sensation of her dick hole. It truly does feel like her pussy. That is, until it starts undulating around you, like a siphon drawing out liquid by ****. Sarah’s walls contract and squeeze and pump around you, creating a sensation you’ve never felt before. As if her sucking cock wasn’t enough to get you there, her member begins throbbing, moving up and down to grind on you, begging for your release. “Oh, fuck this feels so good sugar. I kinda take it back, your cock is the perfect size for me to milk with mine, this would make me cum so much… the thickness of your dick is just pure heaven in my urethra, shit I love this…” Sarah laughs, elation dripping in her voice as she continues stroking your cock with hers. Her flared head plaps back and forth against your pelvis, riding your cock like a starving sex snake, alive in its own hypersexual way.

You can’t take it anymore — you can’t hold back from releasing any longer. You jettison your load as hard as you can, filling what little space you’re able to within Sarah’s massive length, and she pops back from your dick, releasing her cock’s grip on yours. As hasty a retreat as it grew, her cock slinks back into her sheath like a fire hose reel, and a robotic voice echoes: “Transfer complete.”

The ebony futa retains her smile as she seems to be analyzing your data, which was somehow all stored in your cum. “Hmmmm,” Sarah muses, “I think I know where you got the name ‘Sarah’ from.” She holds out her hand, and a mini holo-projector appears above her palm. What plays on it is a raunchy porn scene, with a petite African American woman who is getting railed by two guys. Her proportions remind you immediately of your AI-O’s though smaller in size and stature. “Naming me after a pornstar? I guess that makes sense, if not a little base.” She jokingly says, twirling her hair, “I’m not opposed to it, though, in fact I really like it. Plus, she does have a motherly side that I can see, as well as a better personality than most sex industry workers. You have good taste, sugar.”

Sarah walks past you to sit down on an armchair, letting her large slim frame recline on the furniture. “And about clothes, I think we’ll try… this.” Without moving, a piece of fabric manifests itself on her arm. Like nanotechnology, it quickly spreads across her upper half, creating a white and yellow long sleeve shirt, gently fitting over her huge breasts and draping down her abdomen. Down below, a lot more material comes into existence, with a comfy set of teal leggings wrapping around Sarah’s thighs, hips, ass, and sheath as she completes her bodily ensemble. “I compiled something that I knew you’d like, an outfit that’s both to your taste and is acceptable to wear out in public. There are a bunch more options, but I won’t burden you with listing them out, rather I’d show you throughout our time together! Now that’s all said and done, my setup is complete! Now, what should we do with the rest of the day, sugar?”

You look outside, the sun still shining in the warm afternoon sky, the college town likely still bustling due to the weekend life of your university. What would you like to do?