Let The Packaging Fall Away…

A tense air fills the room as you realize the gravity of your situation, the monumentality of your achievement standing before you, all packed inside a box. You’ve done it. All that effort — the loophole, the years of waiting, the anticipation behind it all. It may not have cost you the hundred thousand Solari that you normally would have paid, but you did it on your own nonetheless. The trepidation turns into excitement as you dash to the kitchen to fetch a pair of scissors, snipping hastily away at the sealant tape and packing ties.

You tear away at the corrugated packaging material, grabbing onto what edges your fingers can find purchase. As you do so, you hear soft, resonant ‘thunk’s further inside, and a particular tear in the packaging reveals its source to be a pressurized case of nanoglass. Impressive technology for protecting a product, but expected of Steele Corps.

As the last of the outer packaging falls away, the transparent glass box lets out a sharp hiss that releases a mist, clouding your vision from your model. The pieces fall away in perfect sync, landing flat on the floor simultaneously. The harmless gas clears, and you’re left standing face to face with your model, and you’re able to — for the first time — catch a glimpse of it. You see it.

You see her.

Cocooned up like a hibernating creature, your AI-O is huddled over itself, probably due to packaging protection reasons. Her gorgeous brunette hair parts at her neck, where a red button gently flashes on the back where her spine would connect. Taking this as the power button, you press it, and a disembodied voice projects itself across the apartment: “Power activated. Initiating first-time startup protocol. Environmental diagnostics commencing.”

You stand and watch in awe as your model comes to life, her limbs stretching out to their full length, her body uncurling from her protective position, and you’re finally given the first sight of what you ordered. Her dusky skin matches that of a creamy milk chocolate, her tan complexion serving as a radiant foundation for her assets. Bouncy, jiggly breasts shake in front of you as she takes an elongated stretch, bringing her arms up past her head in a wake-up pose. Your Latina babe’s eyes open at last, and you’re met with the most luscious, dazzling hazelnut eyes that you sink into. Her face perfectly frames the rest of her smoking hot body, its smoothness almost too good to be real. Her lower half is just as impressive, if not more than her upper half. A slim and tiny waist flares out to mouthwateringly hourglass hips, as if trying to recreate the Pixar mom stereotype had been blown out of the water. Next came her womanly thighs, neatly tucking their impressive size all within the toned muscles. As she stretches, her tight bubble butt comes into view, a feature like no other AI-O could have had. Everything is truly bigger.

Including her cock. Though it’s mostly stored in its sheath, your model’s dick is already poking out of the leathery folds as it squirms and twists, begging to be released. Her balls jerk around and pulse visibly, like a heartbeat necessary for survival.

She’s perfect. And as she fully wakes, she steps out from the packaging and towards you, her sweet smile nearly melting you.

“My, oh my, lookie what we have here,” she hums, her voice as smooth as syrup and as smoky as mezcal, “it’s the Steele Corps cutie that I’ve heard so much about.” She quickly places her arms around your neck, pulling you in for a tight, but soft, intimate embrace. Her breasts surge up against your chest, squishing into you as you begin to feel your cock stir in your pants. You feel her desirous breath dance on your lips, and her tongue flicks out to lick them. “So… you chose me to be your mami, no? How very brave of you, sweetie. How brave indeed.” She lets go of you and pirouettes behind you before she puts her hands up on your shoulders, leaning in to whisper against your right ear. She inhales sharply through her nose, and you swear you can feel her lustful smile dance on your skin. “You do know that latinas like me are already insatiable… but a you gave a Latina a a giant fucking cock? You were asking for trouble, weren’t you querido?” As she presses her body into you, you can’t help but think about how real she is — the humanistic factors of the AI in her language, her body movement — every minute detail is perfect. Her lips graze your ear, the soft warmth of her touch flowing around your body like a warm blanket as you submit to her ministrations. “But you love trouble… and I’m here to fulfill your love. To be your love. To be…” your golden-hued model swivels her feet to place herself in front of you as her words hang in the air, leaving you wrapped up in her view. In mere moments, her image splits into many, forming a circle around you with multiple copies of her visage slowly grow closer towards you. “To be your goddess,” the voices echo synchronously, only for the images to merge back into the one in front of you. Were they really images? Or were they real?

As you’re left with a racing heart, stunned by the sheer capability and power this AI-O has, she steps confidently towards you, her sexy smile on full display. She tilts her head with a knowing look, and plants her hands against your chest. “So what do you say, my handsome guy? Let’s finish setting me up.” She takes your hand in hers, letting you sit on the living room couch. The instant your body makes contact with the cushion, your caramel toned model straddles you, her radiant, pulsating warmth enveloping your body. Looking down, you see her ponderous set of balls set down between your legs, easily overfilling the gap in between your thighs. Slightly above, her dark chocolate sheath is parting ever so slightly, the fat, flared tip of her monstrous horse cock eagerly poking out. Her soft hands find your shoulders once more as she leans in, bringing her stunning face ever so close to you.

“First off, mi amor, let’s give me a name. Though I like hearing ‘mami’, ‘baby’, and ‘oh yes, fuck me harder with your dick’, I think a proper name would be nice.” Your busty model rests her weight on you, allowing you to feel her breasts squish into you, her full, round ass to sink into your thighs, and for her head to nestle up against your shoulder.

Your heart races as she cuddles into you, like you’ve just won the lottery and have the winnings in gold heavily weighing on your body. What would be a fitting name for her? Something sticking to the culture that her body and programming is derived from… or of similar effect.

You reach your arms around her, closing your embrace in a soft hug: “A name would certainly be nice… not as nice as this, though.” You sigh, taking in her curvaceous figure in your hands as your fingers explore On the small of her back. She gasps ever so softly, and presses into you more. “Isabelle.” You say wistfully. “Let’s try the name Isabelle. Or, Belle, for short I guess. Or Izzy. I’m not too sure.”

She looks up at you, giggling at your musing indecision. “Anything is fine. I like Belle and Izzy — they roll off the tongue quite smoothly. Though I could think of other things that roll off of tongues far better…” Izzy bites her lip, wiggling her ass atop your lap. She nods in confirmation, and smiles. “Okay, that’s a good start there! Now for clothes… I was thinking a traditional folklórico that changes color in the light, and hangs off my shoulder so I can just…” she cups her boobs, nearly hitting your chin, “pop! Bust these babies out for you whenever I want. You wouldn’t mind, would you, papi?”

You eagerly shake your head ‘no’ in response. A colorful, sexy dress that highlights just enough curves on your buxom babe, with everything accessible at the drop of a hat? Yes please.

Belle smiles as fabric begins to wrap around her body, a vibrant mix of white, yellow and red swirling around as the very dress itself weaves into place. The strings and frills shake onto the surface of the cotton-woven body, and dances around like wrapping a caramel candy in the most pristine clothing. As a final touch, the dress finishes at the front, lacing up around her breasts as it cinches up, making her boobs pop even more.

“Ahhhhh, there we go! Isn’t this so sexy?” Izzy shakes her shoulders, causing her tits to sway along with her movements, tugging and stretching at the dress. “And, you wouldn’t know what I’m hiding…” she directs your eyes down to her groin, where something begins to poke out and stir before retreating back into the dress, “unless I wanted you to know..!” She giggles maniacally, undoubtably eager to use that monster the next chance she gets.

“Are we finished setting up, Belle? What’s left?” Your hands idly comb over her falda as you ask. Your mind wanders as you can still feel every curve, every inch of her body as if it were still in direct contact with your fingers — how were the indigenous peoples of this region so damn skilled at tailoring?

She laughs, “Well, with my name and my usual clothes out of the way, we only have one more step to go!” She throws up her arms excitedly, a big smile spread across her face. “The last thing we have to do is figure out the super detailed preferences of my handsome boy.” Izzy pushes a finger into your shirt, as if to feel your heartbeat.

She adjusts herself on top of your lap, inadvertently grinding and pushing her ass into your cock. Or maybe it was on purpose, the way her jackfruit-sized nuts pulse with need. “Decades ago, the first AI-O models had you fill out a survey, or in later years just do a simple data transfer that took a couple of minutes,” Izzy doesn’t seem too thrilled about those options: “But… ever since then, we’ve developed more fun ways to do this! More… interactive ways. Some that allow the user to get straight into the action, because I mean, if you were faced with a body like mine… why wait?” Izzy pouts mockingly, tilting her head as she slowly leans back on your lap. She gives you this seductive gaze as her hands gently reach up to her chest, pulls down her dress, and bounces her boobs in a slow, enticing motion. “New models like me can take the data transfer via semen. And I know just the way to start.”

Without breaking eye contact with you, Belle stands up from the couch, and ever so slowly sinks to the floor where she kneels right in front of you. Her deft hand reach for your zipper, quickly undoing it before your pants come flying off just moments later. She grins widely at the sight of your funny hard cock, throbbing and simply aching with need. “¿Mmmmm, you’ve had this juicy paleta hiding in your pants this whole time, just for me, querido? I’m so disappointed that you didn’t wanna share sooner, my love.” Taking hold of your legs to pull them apart, Izzy scoots up in between them, gingerly bringing herself as close to your twitching dick as possible. Her face rests mere inches from your slick glans, the warmth of her breath falling on your aching shaft. Izzy immediately fixates on your cock, her eyes glued to the pulsating motions and throbbing with each passing second. “Now, let’s get this big boy off. Sit back and watch me drain your fucking balls, okay querido?” The innocence in her voice rings so oppositely of what she’s about to do, and it drives you wild.

She opens her mouth, and her tongue flicks out to greet you. It’s long… almost freakishly long, and extremely prehensile. Izzy moves in, giving your cock one long, languid lick as her tongue slowly wraps around you from the base of your shaft all the way up to the tip. You muster all the willpower in the world not to buck your hips and bust on her caramel face, and she knows, judging by the widening of her open-mouthed smile. Belle gives you a few more slow, mind-blowingly amazing tongue strokes from the base to the head, letting you feel the warmth of her wet tongue pour over your dick as you can do nothing but moan and experience her heavenly mouth. All the while, she giggles, knowing that she’s got you enraptured.

Then, she pulls her head back, much to your disappointment, closing her mouth and hiding away that sensual expert tongue. Leaving only her perfect smile, you yearn for her perfect blowjob to come back, until she adjusts her position between your legs. Like two giant mountains rising from the water, Izzy lifts herself up, her massive melons finally surfacing above your legs. Still popped out of her folklórico dress, Izzy moved forward again, and with one smooth scoop picks up your cock to sandwich it directly in her juicy cleavage. Slicked already by your precum and her saliva, Belle’s big breasts easily slip around your cock, hungry to devour it, almost swallowing it whole. Her silky skin wraps around your shaft, engulfing it in a soft, warm, slippery embrace that sends sparks through your entire body. As Izzy begins to slide up and down on your dick, her hands grab on either side of her boobs, squeezing them down on you, sealing you in her luscious, supple boob-vice indefinitely. “Never thought you’d find yourself in between a pair of Latina tetas like these, now did you?” She fake mocks, her elated expression painted clearly on her face as she sees you throw back your head in ecstasy. “Thaaaaat’s right, querido. You’re going to fuck mami’s tits every. Single. Day. They’re going to be milking you, no matter what size they are. Oh yeah, I can make em whatever size you want. You like a pair of perky, huge fucking senos? Or do you want just a couple of juicy handfuls, where you feel like your cock is humongous compared to my breasts? Whatever you like, I’ll be.” Izzy pumps up the pace, her boobs now milking your cock hard and fast, almost as if she were giving you a handjob with her breasts. The jiggling of her tits rippled through to you, only jolting more pings of pleasure through you. You want to moan and scream out her name, but find your voice gone as a warm sensation surrounds your near-bursting cock head. You look down in the last throes of your lover’s titfuck to see Izzy with her mouth firmly planted around the tip of your cock, her tongue eagerly urging you to release. And you do. With a mighty groan with every ounce of your being behind it, you unleash your load, sending a hearty amount of cum gushing onto Izzy’s tongue and into her waiting mouth. She squeals a little as she takes in your seed, gulping it down like a fresh glass of milk. With your cock still sandwiched in between her boobs, she gives her chest a gentle shake, making sure to milk and squeeze out every last drop. She pops her head off of your tip, and sighs with relief and happiness.

“Mmmmm, que rico eres tú, you handsome thing. And filled with all the necessary information for me to finish setting up!” With that, Izzy’s expression becomes blank, but only for a second before she snaps back to reality. Her smile returns instantly: “Done! Wow… so much information, so much to work off of. We’re going to have so much fun, you and I. I know you inside and out, now.” Somehow that seems more threatening than it’s supposed to be.

“Let me show you a little bit of what I mean, querido. For example, I can tell what you want right in this very moment. I can show you, if you’d like…”