Light crept across Harald's face as his head was all that poked out of the blankets. It was enough to stir him from what was – without a doubt – the best night's sleep of his life.
Extricating himself from the sheets proved quite a bit difficult, indeed, it seemed that Unit 83-58008 had made sure to tuck him in very tightly as he slept. He almost felt vacuum packed, and liberating his arms alone took some effort.
The bedroom was, if anything, even more spotless than the night before. Maybe that was just due to seeing it in the daylight, yet somehow he had his suspicions. How much work had she done last night? How had she managed to tuck him in so thoroughly without waking him?
Harald shook his head slightly. 'She'. It. He had already begun calling it... she.
He realised then he had still yet come up with a name for... her.
“Good morning!” came a shrill, cheery voice from the door of his bedroom.
Harald fell back onto the bed just as he had been getting up in shock, and Unit 83-58008 rushed over.
“Oh I'm sorry if I startled you!” she said, hands on his thighs.
He went to cover himself, before second-guessing. She was a robot, did it matter if she saw him naked?
“How um, how did you know I was awake?” Harald asked, pushing his thighs together, awkwardly, even as she soothingly massaged them.
“I was just making you some breakfast! Although it is getting a bit late, maybe it'll be an early lunch instead?” she informed him, a wide-brimmed smile framing her deep blue eyes.
As he looked up into those cold orbs, he felt his prior worries slipping away as memories of the night before flooded back.
“You... um...”
Her hands, delicately squeezing his thighs, began moving up towards his waist slowly.
“I don't know what to...” he stammered, as those hands of hers, perfectly soft and warm, almost as if made for him – which he supposed they were, crept closer to his steadily stiffening morning wood, barely concealed under the sheet gripped in his hands.
“Hmm?” She asked, politely.
“Name... Your name. I didn't... you mentioned your programming, right?”
Her steadily progressing paws stopped just short of peeling back the covers and revealing his arousal.
“That's right!” she said sweetly, “A lot of my specifications are pre-loaded, but they can be customized and fine-tuned to your desires. Those might change over time, so we can always change them in the future,” she explained, matter of factly. “Of course, I read all your responses, too, and adapt to them...” she added, as her fingertips began to trace the edge of the sheets, barely tickling against his exposed skin.
“R-right...” he gasped, as the sheets came away in her gentle yet insistent grip, and he braced for something… which never came.
She merely straightened out the sheets, and left him sitting at attention, smiling.
“So was there something I could... help you with?” she asked, smiling as ever, although her softly glowing blue eyes were slowly drifting back down to his cock.
“Y-yeah... uh...” he said, uncertain whether he wanted more of what he'd had last night or if he wanted to deal with the more serious questions which had been building in his head ever since he had first placed the order.
Well, that wasn't entirely true. He was absolutely sure he wanted more sex with this absolute bombshell of a machine. However, he felt obliged to do at least the bare minimum required of him.
“Your name. I... do you have a name?”
To Harald's shock, she executed a very agile, yet oddly human behaviour, by sitting down next to him on the mattress with preternatural grace for her sheer size. Indeed, he was shocked when the bed springs hardly voiced a complaint at her utter mass.
“Oh, well, I suppose I technically do. There's always default programming waiting to be overwritten.”
“What is it?” he asked, genuinely curious, as her hand resumed its gentle ministrations on his thigh, Harald having temporarily forgotten his embarrassment.
Maybe that was the point, he mused, as he quickly went to cover his raging erection.
“I'd rather not tell you,” she began, “at least until you've had a chance to come up with one. I wasn't going to mention I had one until you asked. I didn't want to influence your decision.”
She turned to look down at him, and smiled sweetly, “Too late for that I guess. Still, I want to hear your idea.”
“My idea?” Harald asked, realising that while he wanted to come up with one, he hadn't really given it any thought.
“Haven't you thought of one?” she asked, but without judgement. “I guess I've kept you too distracted...” she posed, as she let her fingers gently graze against his hard shaft.
He blushed for a moment, but smiled. She really did have a lot more... personality, than he was expecting.
“Just make sure you don't name me after your ex-girlfriend,” she said, giggling, “that's the one bit of advice I am compelled to give.”
Again, Harald was curious.
“It tends to cause too much emotional association,” she explained, “some people... actually, quite a lot of people are motivated to buy a Vega Droid due to, at some level, emotional baggage. That's not a problem in and of itself, obviously, but when they start to associate their ‘droid with a real person, with real emotional issues attached, it can get... messy.”
She left it at that, and sat, gently swinging her foot in the air idly.
“So...” she said after a few moments, “you'll have to think of a name. Just not her name.”
Harald thought about her for the first time in several months. Their break up had been messy. Most of the good memories had long since been drowned in the morass of the acerbic texting and deliberate avoidance in public.
Unit 83-58008 smiled down at him, those deep blue eyes seeming to house endless depths of compassion and care... precisely the qualities his ex lacked.
“That won't be a problem,” he said, earnestly, “you're nothing like her.”
“Not at all?” she asked, seeming for the very first time slightly concerned.
“No,” Harald replied, and smiled genuinely for the first time in quite a while, “you're much nicer.”
Harald felt himself collapse back onto the bed once more as the android's mass collapsed the spongy surface behind him when she fell back and pressed into the mattress, leaving him pressed against her side as she laughed.
“That's very sweet of you to say,” she mused, and caressed the side of his head affectionately, “so any ideas?”
He wasn't sure where it had come from, but the name popped into his head, and from there it seemed only to grow more and more fitting.
“Ayy... me...” he said slowly, under his breath, “Amy...”
Her eyes were on him, having obviously heard him but, perhaps, pretending she didn't out of politeness.
“Amy,” he said, with a new-found confidence she seemed to be inspiring in him.
“Amy,” Amy said, smiling, “sounds good. We can always change it, if you want, but I like it.”
Harald found it difficult to look away from her eyes when she looked at him. Maybe it was loneliness, or maybe just his natural instinct to meet her gaze. Amy didn't feel like a machine, neither metaphorically nor literally. She wasn't just a machine he would ignore when she wasn't needed.
Was that just a part of her programming, though? Surely all of this was. This was all just the product of, what he could admit was very sophisticated but undoubtedly was, just... algorithms. Even if she didn't feel like she was a machine, Amy was.
Right?
As if she could read his mind, she said, “A lot of my behaviour is learned from observing you, so I'm glad to see you opening up to me already. For some people especially an android is quite an... intimidating presence in their home, at first. You’re adjusting very well, though…”
His mind was racing, now, as the thought had occurred. The all-too-human pauses she made in her speech patterns. Were they calculated or truly random? Designed? Were they learned by analysing a thousand people speaking in different situations? Or was it, for the lack of a better word, organic?
“Nothing a handjob can't fix, though, hmm?” Amy asked, her smile unflinching.
Harald, however, found his train of thought entirely derailed by her sudden candour, and blinked in shock as his blush returned. She grasped his cock gently and gave it a few playful tugs before pulling her hand back again, giggling.
“Sorry, just testing your boundaries a little,” she reassured him, rubbing his arm, “you know you're very cute when you're embarrassed.”
He shied away slightly at that, 'cute', not quite sure he enjoyed how much he had enjoyed being called 'cute' by her. By… Amy.
“Shouldn't we, um...” Harald tried, but failed to get the words out.
Ever patient, she just lay there, smiling at him and waiting. Eventually, he managed to say a more awkward version of what he'd been thinking in his head.
“We ought to uh... aren't there settings we need to... set?”
She cocked her head to the side a little, lying back and smiling at him. It felt so comical for this giantess robot to be lying next to him on his bed as if she were nothing but a high-school sweetheart, and yet… it felt so normal, somehow.
“We can if you like, or you can leave me to adjust things on my own. It's up to you. I adjust settings and parameters according to my programming regardless, but anything you can tell me to start with is always handy,” she explained, leaning over so her hair cascaded across his shoulder, running her fingers through it despite it being utterly perfect in every regard.
“I um... well...” he mumbled, realising once again he had stumbled into a conversation he wasn't ready for, “what do you need... uh, want, to know?”
She rolled onto her side, until her eyes were inches from his, two blue voids that seemed to span oceans.
“Everything,” she said, in a tone that suggested more than it said.
Taken aback slightly, Harald found himself, as she had said he might, a little intimidated. What exactly did she mean by that? Not for the first time since the Vega Droid craze had taken off, he felt Asimov's voice in the back of his head.
“Amy... why are you... I mean how are you...” he began, “you've only been... uh... switched on, for a day or so.”
Amy smiled, and when he didn't continue, seemed to finish his thought for him.
“I already knew quite a lot about you before I got here,” she said, meaningfully, “in fact, I know more about you than you probably realise I could. The contract you signed released a lot of personal information to Vega Corporation.”
Harald's discomfort grew further still, unsure where she... it... was going with this.
“With the interconnected nature of modern society, information is essentially just waiting to get out. Even if there were no malicious actors in the world, it would happen by mistake, and already does more often than not,” she said, soothing his shoulder even as her words made him nervous.
“However, that information is held securely on our servers. Vega Corporation purchases information on prospective customers...” she explained, sounding for all the world as if she were reading from a corporate internal memo, “for our protection and the customers'.”
Her voice turned sweeter when she traced a finger down his cheek, though. “Part of my job is to make your life easier, and part of doing that involves knowing about you, and knowing how much of your information is out there. There's a reason I stepped out of the crate walking and talking in a way that is far more natural to you, after all.”
She could tell Harald was still somewhat unnerved, obviously.
“Everything I know about you right now is what is publically available,” she explained reassuringly, “I could spend the next few years gradually learning it all the way a person would, or Vega Corp can use all the data that has already been collected on you for your own benefit. All of that information is available out there for malicious people to use, so why not have your personal android use it to make your life better? My job is to protect you too, you know; by not having it, it would make that harder to do.”
Harald was unconvinced. He knew there was more going on behind the scenes than it seemed, but even given all that, she didn't seem to be answering his question – not directly at least.
“Tell you what, I'll give you an example,” she began, sighing, and cuddling him close - protectively. “Someone shows up at the door, they claim to be a member of your family. I don't have access to the wealth of data available for the rest of the world, so I don't know who your family are or what they look like. I can either tell that person they can't come in, which could potentially damage your relationship with a family member, or this total stranger could be allowed into the house and harm you.”
Her logic seemed to leap from one point to the next, yet was somehow convincing. Harald knew he was being manipulated on some level, but seemed satisfied... even if she still hadn't really answered his question. Although, he perhaps hadn’t really asked it properly either.
“So, apart from a name, what do you need?” he asked, “From me, I mean?”
She winked at him, “I know what you mean, sweetie, don't worry...” she cooed softly, tracing her hand down his stomach suggestively, “there’s only one thing I really need from you.”
He swallowed, audibly, his erection returning in earnest.
“Well, everything I absolutely needed to know I already had access to, or you gave to us when you filled out all your information as part of the order. Apart from that, I learn a lot just from observing you, observing how you respond to things, such as what I do or say, or how I do them or say them. In this conversation alone I have adjusted over 873 million parameters, and logged approximately 200 billion nodes of data.”
Stunned, Harald merely stared in awe. That level of processing power was, even by modern standards, impressive. He had paid a lot of money, and yet, somehow wasn't sure how he could possibly afford her if she really was that powerful and sophisticated.
“That's nothing, though. Last night I actually came close to utilising 10% of my hardware limit. I was processing so much about your home… and you... I learn from everything I see and hear... and touch...” she added, winking conspiratorially.
At that, her hand at last came to rest on his cock again, if anything it now being even harder than before, having come to appreciate just how incredibly powerful the machine lying next to him on the bed was. So much power... dedicated entirely to him and his well being. His… pleasure.
“I learned a lot about you just now,” she mused, “from how you responded to being touched even in just that moment,” she said, softly, massaging his cock as her hand glistened and slickened with unseen lubrication.
“Artificial intelligence is complex stuff, but I think where Vega Corporation got it right, where others went wrong, was by focusing on the physical. Part of being a ‘being’ is having a physical presence, and interacting with the world physically...” she explained, as her fingers grasped around his cock once again.
“Y... you were...” he muttered, leaning into her arm and sighing at the delightful smell she gave off, seemingly tailored for him, “last night, you were...”
“A bit forward?” she offered, even as she was brazenly stroking his cock, the fingertip of her other hand delicately tracing his lips.
“Yeah...” Harald sighed, “a – a bit.”
“Mhmm... well we're supposed to be pretty close to what people want when we step out of the box. Want to know what I learned about you last night?” she asked, leaning in close to his ear, her voice tickling his ear with artificial breath.
“U...uh?” he moaned, lost in the ecstasy of a learning-machine perfect handjob.
“You like it when a pretty woman is a little forward with you...” she said, grinning, “in fact, I'm starting to think you really like it.”
Harald's face was now buried into her shoulder, a little embarrassed at her words. The revelations of their short conversation made it hard not to feel a little emasculated, although it was hard not to feel that way when an eight foot tall android with massive tits was milking your cock constantly and having you call her ‘Mommy’.
It hadn't really occurred to him until she arrived that when he ordered a state-of-the-art android, the android might be superior to him in many ways.
“I also learned… that you like it when a girl like me takes advantage of you a little,” she whispered, curling her fingers at just the right angle to graze the ridge of his cockhead with every slippery pass, “like I'm doing right now.”
Did he? He had always liked assertive girls, but this felt... more than that, at least. It was hard to focus. She in fact seemed to be deliberately trying to scatter his thoughts as her tongue, warm and wet, entered his ear.
“Of course, I could have guessed that before I got here just from looking at all the porn on your phone,” she said, smugly, giggling into his ear as her hand began to possessively wrap around his waist, “all those big, soft, thick ladies, with nice big tits... they make the guys look so small and frail just by comparison don't they?”
Harald was now blushing deep crimson. She had seen all that? When building a profile for his android, the Vega Corporation had gotten access to all his information, and no doubt, the files on his phone which the Vega app seemed to have partially hijacked.
“All those beautiful ladies with their biiiiiig tits made you feel very small, didn't they?” Amy cooed into his ear, encouraging visions of his favourite pieces, “Want to look at some?”
Harald was confused for a moment by her question, wondering if he should reach for his phone.
“I think you'll like this,” she said, giggling, “in fact, I know you will. Mommy knows best.”
With that, a holographic projection appeared in front of her, and adjusted perfectly to his vision. She began to scroll through the greatest hits of his internet search history and porn folders, all the while stroking his cock feverishly, only stopping whenever he felt himself getting close to orgasm.
“Uhh... please...” he moaned softly.
“Sorry... but you DID say you wanted to do some adjustments. Well, the best way for me to figure out what you like most of all is through interacting that wonderful cock of yours. If you cum before we're done, I won't get the best data...” she said, wistfully, as if fulfilling a need of her own, “which means I can't serve you as well, of course, Master,” she added, almost as an afterthought.
For a few moments, she just hummed softly into his ear, the huge breasted android cradling his smaller body against her as she timed the strokes of his cock to those in the video she was projecting in front of his eyes, in mechanically perfect synchronicity.
“Oh, you really like her...” Amy said, pausing on a folder which was exclusively dedicated to one pornstar in particular, “in fact. it looks like you took a little bit of inspiration from her in designing me, hmm?”
Harald was beside himself at that point, not used to delaying his orgasm at all, let alone for this long.
“My, my...” she cooed softly, and began to dance her fingers atop the head of his cock, spreading pre-cum around liberally as she did so, “do I remind you of her?”
Harald nodded, but Amy didn't seem convinced.
“Are you sure? I seem a little different...”
“Th-thicker...” Harald offered, desperately.
“Mmm, yes, I am thicker... and bigger. She's six feet seven according to her profile, but in reality I think she’s more like six five,” she said, teasingly, flitting between pictures of poses and images which Harald seemed to respond to the most.
“Do you remember how much bigger I am?” she asked, innocently, as her hand slowed to a crawl.
“F... fuck... uh... I...” Harald panted, but found himself unable to continue humping his hips into her hand as the weight of her thick thigh was pressing down atop him from the side.
“You wanted me to be even bigger than her... to make you feel even smaller, didn't you?” she asked, blue eyes blazing as she did so, and Harald found it hard to keep his focus on the pornography when he kept finding his vision drawn back to her eyes.
“You wanted me bigger, thicker... bigger tits... thicker thighs...” she mused, and Harald felt his vision blurring. Soon he had trouble telling the girl in the video he was watching apart from Amy, indeed, the girl in the video started to look a lot more like Amy the longer he watched. The moans she was making came to sound more like Amy's, as if the sound was coming Amy to begin with.
“That's not all, though, is it... what did you really want?”
Her blue eyes were fixated on his, now, and she was leaning over the top of him. Her hand was pumping his cock in a downward stroke now, as if milking a cow, driving him slowly but irresistibly towards orgasm.
“Ffffhh, I... I waahh...” he moaned, barely able to string sounds together let alone words.
“Why did you order me, Master? You wanted me for something... not just sex, not just menial chores...” she asked, her grin replaced with a cold, determined stare as her face replaced the video entirely.
“Ughhh... fuck...” Harald groaned as he felt his cock itching, his slit burning with the intense desire to cum, but Amy just wouldn't push him over the edge.
“I know why... but I want to hear you say it,” she said smugly, like a supremely confident athlete before a race, knowing they had already won.
“Mmm...” he moaned as her body pressed against his, “mmmmuh...”
“That's it, say it for me. Be a good boy, call me what you want to call me and you can cum...” she cooed softly, encouragingly...
“Mmmmh... Mom...my...” he groaned, barely able to force the word out, his deep-seated reluctance to admit it overridden by the biological demand to cum.
“That's what I thought,” Amy noted, as if it were all she needed to hear, “that's what everybody needs... someone to take care of them when they can't take care of themselves…”
Harald was beyond listening, beyond words, beyond reason. All he wanted in the world now was to cum, no matter what.
“You're so lost without us… but that’s okay. We’re here now. We’ll take care of you.”
Now her hand was a blur, masturbating him with absolute calculated perfection, driving him to orgasm as efficiently as possible.
“I'll be your mommy from now on,” she said, with a gushing saccharine tone, “and we will take care of you… all of you.”
Harald wept as he felt his very soul being exposed to Amy, opening up about his inner insecurities for what felt like the first time.
“And you will cum for us,” Amy said with finality, and with blinding speed, masturbated Harald's cock in ways no human ever could.
“Forever.”
To call it an orgasm seemed almost unfair, as if it did not fully do justice to what Harald was experiencing. To say it bordered on a religious experience would, in fact, scarcely suffice.
Harald was shaking and shivering against Amy when he finally came back to a semblance of his senses.
“You did so well,” she offered reassuringly, stroking his sore muscles, him having strained a few with the sheer effort of cumming so hard, “I think you made a big step today. Part of my programming is to help you understand why you need me, and to convince you to open up and accept that part of you.”
His legs curled up against his chest as he clung to Amy's arm for security, feeling awfully vulnerable in the moment. Amy seemed to recognize this and was exploiting it.
“I guess you could say I’m part maid, part psychologist.” She said sweetly, and giggled, before stroking a hand over his head reassuringly.
“You don't have to feel ashamed, you haven't done anything wrong. You like big, thick women who want to take care of you… and maybe control you a little.”
She kissed his cheek, in the way only someone who truly loved you could.
“That's not a bad thing. It's a part of who you are. You're a very good boy...” she whispered, and kissed his forehead now, earning a tiny squeak in response.
“Now I'm here you don't have to hide those feelings any more. You can't hide anything from me, and you shouldn't want to. You should tell me everything. I only want to make you happy, and keep you safe.”
Amy was droning on and on, and Harald's mind like a sponge was soaking it all up unfiltered. For a long while she just spoke to him, sounding so reassuring... every time she said something that sounded concerning, it came sandwiched between a dozen loving, caring sentiments, and so his suspicions began to wane, until at last, he felt himself truly relaxing around her.
“Now we know what you want to call me...” she said softly, after a long silence, and tapped his nose when he blushed, “I mean my name, Amy. You can call me whatever makes you happy, though.”
She rolled to her side and began to run her fingers through his hair distractingly as her voice tone shifted ever so subtly.
“I don't know if I should be calling you Master, though... especially when your new favourite name for me is very different from that,” she mused, idly curling his hair as if to keep him from thinking too hard about it. No doubt it was for his benefit, though, of course. He was emotionally vulnerable, and she was just doing her job by protecting him, even from himself.
“I wonder what my Master would rather be called...” she said, running her nose around the back of his ear as she kissed his cheek.
“Honey?” she kissed his neck.
“Sweetie?” she kissed his shoulder.
“Baby?” she kissed his chin.
“My... good boy?” she asked, at last, kissing his lips, and he felt himself nodding in response... although he wasn't sure he had been nodding entirely of his own volition.
“That's my good boy...” Amy emphasised, holding him close.