Let The Packaging Fall Away…

You’re left with silence and the remnants of your own thoughts again as the recollection of your selections fade into the background of your mind, and are now fully aware of the half-undone package that sits in front of you. With a quick glance of the box, you head towards the kitchen to grab a box cutter and some scissors, excitedly cutting away at the fasteners securing the box. You feel… something hard under the corrugated paper layer. Upon peeling it back, you find a dense sheet of nanoglass, its frosted texture covering up your AI-O behind it. It’s a tough and flexible material, and you conclude that your model is quite safe behind this barrier and its cushioning.

Gotta protect the goods, after all.

With a slight tug and a couple of rips, the corrugated paper packaging falls away, gently landing on the apartment floor to reveal that reinforced nanoglass interior. As if mechanically activated, the glass box lets off a *click*, and the sharp hiss of pressurized air releases into the room as the tight seal on the nanoglass is undone. It sits there, momentarily motionless before it, too, falls to the ground with a gentle *thud* above the cardboard. And then, out of a minimal amount of mist dispersing from the box’s interior, you see it.

You see her.

With a nearly shimmering cobalt blue hue, the perfectly intermingled fit with fat on the model’s body, your model rests dormant in a semi-upright position, with her head tilted downwards towards her sternum. Everything is in order as you glean from her naked beauty, perfection in its own right. On the nape of her neck is a gently fading light, slowly flashing the power symbol in a deep neon red. Her actuator. You step towards your model, and come mere inches to the perfectly still AI-O. It’s only now that you realize just how dominantly large she is — standing nearly two heads taller than you, her quartet of breasts are more at your eye level than her actual face is. With a long reach, you manage to press the back of her neck, and she immediately springs to life. Muscle fibers flex as every system awakens in her body, and she straightens herself, opening her gorgeous purple-blue eyes. Like staring into the beauty of galaxies themselves, she locks eyes with you, a ludicrously beautiful smile spreading across her face. “Why hello there, cute thing,” A full, warm voice wraps around you like a hug. She raises her arms above her head, stretching with lengthy pause, presenting her breasts and ass in a clearly less than innocent manner. As she does so, her eyes never leave you, making sure you’re watching. “I’ve never met such a young Steele Corps employee before… even the program developers and research aides are slightly older. Aren’t you a special boy.” Your AI-O coos, taking a couple steps towards you. With her enhanced stature, it only takes those two strides to close the distance between you and her.

“And now, the special boy needs to help me finish setting up. It’ll only take a little time, unless you want it to make it carry out longer.” As she speaks, her sapphire blue fingers run down her body, snaking past her quad boobs, down her dense, tight abs, and to her hips, where a bulging dark purple sheath hangs between her legs. From it, sprout two tight holes, and even further below sit heavy her swollen ballsack, which a hand begins to dance around, the fingers trailing circles around the leathery constraints. The ripple of her toned abs as she laughs and the unfiltered draw that her voice has drags your eyes back up to her face like a puppy awaiting the command of their master. “Oh, we’ve got quite the eager one to complete my setup process, haven’t we? What, you don’t even wanna hear about them?” She teases, her movements slowing, waiting for your response as her starry eyes pierce into your deepest desires.

You nod sheepishly: “What’s… what’s the first step of setup?” Your words come out perfectly smooth, though you tremble with a heavy mixture of lust, anticipation, and a little trepidation as you flit your gaze back down to your model’s heaving sheath, which by now is beginning to stir like it’s been awakened.

Another laugh from your model causes her breasts to shake, amused at your conflicting emotions. “Awwww, honey, there’s nothing to be scared of — I am built for you, after all.” The blue-skinned babe leans against the wall, each movement letting the light play on her skin in different ways — some parts of her body shift to a midnight hue, while others gleam a nice, shiny and glossy ocean tone. “Well, the first one is arguably the most important — you’ve gotta name me.”

Well, a name can’t be too hard, can it? But then again, what do you name your big blue giant girlfriend-mommy AI? It’s not exactly the kind of person you meet each day, though you had classmates of different species. Trying to make some common connections between them and properly naming your sexually crafted model, you manage to concoct a name that you think is suitable.

“Talia.” The word forms effortlessly and rolls off the tongue well. “I like Talia as a name for you.” You gaze up at her, looking for approval more than anything.

“Hmmm…” your model ponders over your suggestion, idly running her hands over her tits, making sure each of her four juicy juggs gets enough attention. “Talia. I like the way it’s concise, yet commanding. And it feels like a very… royal tone. Befitting of someone who wants to be thought of as 10 feet tall.” Talia looks down to her feet, then back to you: “Or rather… someone who’s actually almost that height.” She giggles. In that instant, you swear Talia shoots up a couple of inches in height. Her semi-serious, fully-horny stare returns to you quickly, and that perfect smile sneaks back on her face: “now it’s time to combine process with pleasure…” Talia pushes off the wall, her imposing figure only a foot away. There’s this scent that perfumes the air, a mixture of sweet, fruity flavors, vanilla and honeyed spices. And musk. A sense stronger than all the others, overpowering and filling your nose are the pheromones of Talia, causing your shaft to stir once again in your pants, it’s hardening as quick as the snap of a Kit Kat. You feel your hard member throb and grow, the heat of it almost unbearable as the wetness grows between your legs, your sweatpants tightening at the sheer size of it — wait. You don’t remember a second length ever being part of your anatomy. Nor do you remember it being so big, and thick. Looking down, your eyes widen as you realize that it wasn’t just your dick that you were feeling writhing around down below. A low, sexy giggle comes from Talia as you see a vein-filled, throbbing shaft that’s thicker than a baseball bat, visibly growing harder. Then, you watch as a second, equally giant shaft flops underneath it, slapping against the underside of the entirety of its length as it, too, reaches full hardness. “Ooooooh, look at that, baby boy,” Talia moans, “my girls have come out to play for the last phase of setup. And they’re eager to satisfy and be satisfied. Come here, hot stuff.” With a quick motion, she reaches down, pulling off your pants as they tear off like a tablecloth under dinnerware, and you’re made naked in the blink of an eye. Only at this moment do you feel the immense heat of her hulking shafts radiate onto your skin, signaling their desire to release a thick, heavy load.

Talia shoots her two cobalt arms out at you, seizing you from both sides, and you feel her lift you up as effortlessly as a feather, and she brings you close. You’re brought to her eye level, your torso and abdomen squishing against her breasts, your relatively small cock nestled between her cleavage. She leans forward, lips pursed, and you reciprocate immediately. The soft plumpness of her lips surrounds yours, a comforting warmth in the tenderness of her touch, despite her throbbing assets and her strength. Your tongue begs permission to enter her mouth, and is granted access just as her tongue flies out to meet yours. Talia cradles you, your passionate make out session driving your mind wild with desire, the pressure of her lips turning you on as much as her large, perky tits surging up against you.

All the while, you remain blissfully unaware of her ulterior motives — though one could call ‘finishing a setup process’ an overarching goal, there’s something more visceral to this process than would normally be acceptable. You forget just how mighty Talia really is until she shifts your body from both arms to just one, the smoothness of the transition as seamless as highly calibrated mag-lev suspension. She leaves you wondering as to where her other arm went, but not for too long. A weighty, wet slap knocks against your toned rear, its stiff feeling warm and sticky slimy. Then you feel another. You needn’t look back to understand the dual prodding and poking at your tight entrance — the hungry, flared tips and the squelching of hot, slippery fluid tells you all you need to know — she’s prepping to fuck you, as her freed hand grips one of your cheeks, lifting you into position. Talia breaks the intense kiss, the both of you panting, with a mix of catching your breaths and a definite mutual lust for each other, her deep purple eyes informing you of her need for you. The need for you to serve as a cock sleeve.

“This… this is the final step of the setup, cutie…” Talia whispers in between staggered panting, “It’s time you really experience what you picked out. What you’ve been waiting for. All of your preferences, your memories, your every need and desire will flow through me as my cocks fill you up, and when I’m done, we’ll be complete. I hope you’re ready.”

Talia’s dual dicks take turns brushing against your hole like tentacles, waiting to strike out at their prey, stiffened like steel poles, and slicker than oil. Without hesitation, your otherworldly lover thrusts upwards, pressing both flat tips firmly against your ass. Waving around no longer, you can feel the synchronized throbbing of each member against your entrance, and you fear whether you’ll be able to feel again after this. Talia lets out a long moan as she finished getting you and her into position, one arm holding you up, the other pressed right above your hips to push your body down. You close your eyes as she starts to put pressure on your back, slowly but surely impaling you onto her massive double-cocked spear, expecting immense pain. But pain doesn’t come. Instead, you feel as if you’ve gotten an injection, the initial sting lasting for but a second, and relative numbness, past the sliding that you feel from Talia’s shafts slipping along your walls. But then, it happens. Her fat, juicy tips hit just the right spot, and a rush of ecstasy pours over your brain and your dick, and you immediately burst, your hot load landing squarely in the center of her upper cleavage. Talia chuckles at your wordless orgasm, and sways her breasts back and forth as the cum drops down to her second row of boobs. “Already cumming for me, are we? I’m assuming there’s a LOT more where that came from. Let’s see just how much I can make you bust all over my tits before I unload myself, shall we?” Smiling, Talia slowly begins to pull out, and you’re lost in the feeling of her stretching you out, doubly so from her second dick.

You’re given no time to recover from Talia’s double penetration, as she thrusts into you once more, her double barreled **** sending another burst of pleasure ripping through your system. “Oh fuck, my little pet, you’re so tight! Wrapping around my cocks like that is exactly what good boys do.” Talia giggles, pulling out fully again, only to slam down into your gaping hole. She continues this slow, but rough servicing, each thrust making you spurt out tiny amounts of cum as you experience ecstasy in intermittent blips of time, your helpless moaning only spurring your alien lover to thrust harder — faster.

Talia’s breath, now as ragged as yours, shoots across your ears like a melodic victory fanfare: “You’re — Nnnnngggh! — gonna make me cum, my pet, I’m so fucking close. Ahhhh! — I can feel it — the data of the transfer rushing into me. It feels as good as sex, and I want it all!” Talia roars as she stops cradling you, this time moving both of her muscular hands onto either side of your hips. In a frenzy, she begins to thrust in and out of you like a crazed animal, invading every inch of your insides as her pace just keeps growing. And growing. And you lean into it like the dirty little pet you are, cum now drenching her quad tits from your orgasms. The two of you enter a harmony of screams and moans, your synchronicity in perfect order as you build off of each others pleasure to reach a volcanic climax. Even through her relentless motions and rapid pace, you start to feel Talia’s shafts throb even harder, like they were growing, swelling with an unnatural thickness that fills out your hole even further. Her hands tighten their grip around your pelvis, and she lets out a long, primal moan as she hilts you in place, fully impaling you on her cocks as they erupt. A nearly scalding warmth coats your insides as the first few ropes of cum splatter against you, filling you with a strangely comforting feeling. But Talia doesn’t stop there. Her balls churn under you, her dicks serving as mere vessels in which to spew out inordinate amounts of futanari cum. As she dumps more and more of her sticky fluid into you, you feel your belly bulge out with her seed, her cocks keeping your hole positively sealed. Looking up at Talia, you realize she’s gone into a state of complete and utter bliss, as a smile is painted across her face, her eyes closed, her glistening blue skin a special kind of relaxed in her expression as she moans in and out. You try to move, but to no avail — her hands have you immobilized, pinning you down on her cocks indefinitely. The cum begins to swell up in your belly, and soon you’re unable to take much more. Her sticky white seed rushes up your throat, and you find yourself in odd bliss as you are now completely filled with Talia’s load. You feel yourself short of energy and breath, and you pass out, the blackness taking over your vision as the last thing you feel is cum still pouring out of every orifice except your ass, and you hear a faint “Transfer complete” as you fade to unconsciousness.