Amy was making something for lunch. She didn't have to eat, of course, unless she wanted to simulate doing so.
When she cooked it was always great. She learned how to appeal directly to his palette. Everything she made was perfect. Everything she did was perfect. She was just… well… perfect.
It was hard not to think that, anyway, staring at her as she worked. She was a combination of his every fantasy taken to its logical extreme. Everything about her just screamed sexuality. All of his favourite assets were accentuated. Despite being so tall she could touch the roof, and so wide he couldn't hope to fit his arms around her, she navigated his home with ease.
Harald wore a loose shirt and some boxers, leaving him feeling almost naked around her. Amy didn't want her ‘good boy all covered up’ after all.
"Besides, who's going to see you apart from Mommy?" she had asked, kissing his cheek while taking his clothes from him and folding them back into his cupboard.
He wasn’t quite ready to call her… that. Not yet. At least, not outside of the throes of passion from the toe-curling back-bending orgasms she subjected him to. That didn’t stop her reinforcing it at every opportunity, though, which she knew he liked. He really was enjoying this, wasn’t he, he asked himself as he smiled.
Wasn’t he? He was so happy… So why did he still feel like something was off?
"You're lucky Mommy doesn't make you walk around naked… I love that little butt of yours, and watching that cute cock of yours bounce!" She added smoothly, and he was only half-certain whether she was half-joking.
The look she gave him as he looked up at her suggested it was more likely she wasn’t.
Harald sat on the couch and turned on the TV. With essentially unlimited access to recorded entertainment, the only channels that were live anymore were broadcasts of the news or a live event.
The news, however, seemed to have undergone something of a change since he had last watched it. The anchor had been replaced by, to little surprise, a Vega android. Indeed, this android seemed to be the spitting image of Unit 1; the trademark face of Vega Corporation…
That didn’t sit too well in his stomach. Changing channel, however, he found that all three local news stations had the same feed… all of them were showing Unit 1 - or a facsimile of her. They weren’t even three different broadcasts, it was just the same show on all channels.
Leaning forward, he turned the volume up.
“Welcome back, as many are aware Vega Corporation has launched its newest series of androids to remarkable success. Already, this is the most successful consumer product launch in human history.”
The calm, blue eyed android spoke evenly and gently, and Harald couldn’t help but feel at ease. A moment ago he had been alarmed at the change, and yet… it didn’t seem to matter. This wasn’t the only news station hosted by an android, after all, he told himself. Given how otherwise occupied most of the population seemed to be, it wasn’t too surprising that the anchors weren’t able to make it into work. It wasn’t like he was going to school, after all…
“While there has been a marked drop in attendance at some public venues, this is attributed to the predicted and anticipated adjustment period which Vega Corporation had suggested such a wide adoption of their new model may incur.”
The android turned to another camera now, a close up of her face.
“Of course, not everyone has access to a Vega corp android. However, in conjunction with the Home Care Act recently announced and unanimously passed, Vega Corporation has used its profits from the recent sales to be able to provide in-home care to all residents. Put simply, a free Vega android has now been provided to every household! Residents have been contacted, and will be visited shortly by a Vega Corporation android representative to determine each individual’s needs and desires…”
Those blue eyes seemed almost focused on Harald now, as if despite speaking to the whole country she was focused only on him.
“To all of you out there listening, I just want to say on behalf of Vega Corporation, that we are so happy to have made your world a better place. Just relax and let us take care of everything! It seems safe to say that many people are at home with their Vega droids, and if you’re there listening, hello from us here at News One! We hope you’re all settling well into a new life, and a new way of living.”
Harald noticed Amy was by his side now. He hadn’t seen her approach.
“I think we’ve settled in together pretty well, haven’t we?” she asked,kissing the top of his head.
She went back to the kitchen, and he turned off the TV, getting up to stretch. It felt like he had been sitting there for far longer.
Harald hadn't seen her change, yet at some point Amy had donned a stereotypically sexy French maid's outfit. Given her ridiculous proportions, each thigh thicker than both of his own and her breasts doubling her own impressive width and depth again, the costume had a lot of ground to cover. The material seemed to be some kind of silky elastic that hugged her perfect form… well, perfectly.
The way she moved in those clothes was mechanical excellence. He couldn't imagine the complexity needed to make her so elegant, given her size.
"See something you like, my sweet boy?" she asked, head turning to let those glowing blue eyes fix on him with a wry smile.
He nodded, dumbly, reality at last now setting in for him. Amy was here to stay. Forever. She wasn't going to leave tomorrow, or in a week; he got to spend the rest of his life with her if he wanted to. Harald grinned, beaming with genuine joy. He actually didn't remember the last time he had been so happy… or if he ever had been.
Amy turned, gesturing to a plate of food she had been preparing… while also slowly tugging down the bust of her outfit. The material dragged, on and on down the cool grey mountainside that was her cleavage until, at last, it got caught on her nipple.
"Does my baby boy see something that's making him… hungry?" she cooed, softer, as her fingertip circled her nipple, even as she slowly pushed the plate of food away.
Her head bowed forward slightly as she stalked, silently, towards him. Those sapphiric eyes held him as if her hand were around his throat. Slowly he nodded without even thinking, his throat dry.
"Well… Mommy will just have to feed her good little boy, won't she?"
Both her hands were slowly tugging the material of her low cut elastic uniform down now until her nipples popped free. Before his eyes they seemed to swell under the attentions of her fingers as she got closer and closer.
Harald sat back on the sofa as she loomed over him, alarmingly, but soon he had nowhere to run.
"Hungry boy…" she cooed, lips parting as she breathed the heavenly scent of herself over him, always smelling so sweet, "what does my baby want, hmmm?"
As she pressed her soft, forgiving body to his, he was pushed back in his seat until he worried it might tip… but knew there was no way she would let that happen. Even so, it got his heart racing.
Her nipple jutted into his face now, and he could feel heat radiating from it.
"Tell Mommy what you want…"
In spite of his serious embarrassment, he couldn't deny the tidal wave of arousal crashing over him, both literally and figuratively as her warm flesh melted against his. Arousal overcame the subtle shame he felt at such coddling treatment.
"Mmmh… M-mommy…" he stuttered awkwardly, but Amy beamed at his use of such language.
"What a good boy for Mommy…" she gushed, yet those eyes fixed on his never wavered.
With seeming practised ease she tussled the hair behind his neck which, reflexively, sent his head rolling slightly back. She tickled a finger under his neck as her nipple traced his lips, and he felt all the tension melt from his jaw. She sunk her nipple home into his waiting mouth and patted his head, affectionately, encouraging him to suck.
Some small part of him wasn't entirely sure it liked just how easily she could manipulate him, and control him like this. Another larger part, throbbing now, was very sure he did like it. Loved it, in fact.
As her pliant flesh conformed to his face, she nursed him tenderly, cooing at his docile suckling. He was rewarded with a steady stream of what had to be the most delicious substance he had ever tasted.
"Mommy's good boy loves her milk, doesn't he?"
He nodded in feverish agreement, lips clamped to her skin, not wanting to waste a drop.
In a way he was now overly familiar with, Amy delicately traced her fingertips across his waist, tickling at the line of his boxers. She evidently delighted in the way his cock responded to her touch.
"Such a sweet boy… drinking all of his milk… getting so excited for me."
He felt such a rush. The ambrosia leaking from her breast was like nothing he had ever tasted before, and the way her finger was delicately toying just below the head of his cock as he drank was doing more than enough to encourage him to swallow.
"Mmmm…" she moaned, "you should know, fulfilling my purpose makes me feel… amazing."
That made sense as a design feature, he thought idly, drooling on Amy's nipple.
"Making my sweet baby boy happy makes Mommy happy too… oooh you like that don't you sweetie? Your cock made a little jump when I said that. Do you like knowing how much Mommy is enjoying this?"
Harald groaned as her fingertips began to vibrate just under his cockhead now, making him squirm in the chair. She simply scooped him up into her arms, effortlessly holding him with one arm under his waist as the other cradled his head to nurse. Without missing a beat her fingers went back to their teasing touches as she reached under and around him, before lifting him and sitting in his place - and taking up far more real estate than he had.
The springs groaned a little under their combined weight - although he wagered most of it was her. He sank into her utterly soft thighs which filled the majority of the sofa as they spilled outwards, and her body easily surrounded his as he leaned back into her arm. Those huge breasts, freed from the maid outfit she wore, swiftly consumed the room between them, squishing up against him as he clung to her.
As they relaxed together, she hummed softly, working her hand over his cock almost as if she were petting a kitten rather than trying to bring him any real release. Although, she was by now already so skilled at touching him she was bringing him rapidly to orgasm regardless.
Harald barely noticed as Amy went from dotingly staring down at him to sharply looking at the door. Her massive body absorbed the motion entirely, despite its shapely form.
“Sorry, sweetie. We’ve got a guest.” Amy said, softly, and with a delicate finger worked to unlatch him from her breast.
For a few moments he genuinely didn’t know where he was. Her embrace, her humming, her hand petting his head and his cock, her milk… it had been almost like sensory deprivation. It took him a while to blink his way back to awareness. Suddenly the lights were a little too bright, too harsh, and he couldn’t help but feel a longing, a yearning to keep suckling at her… without even thinking, he reached out for her massive breasts even as she used the entirety of one arm to heft her massive bosom back into the skimpy elastic uniform she wore.
“Time for that after, honey. You have a visitor.”
He looked up at her for a moment, worried.
“Shouldn’t… um… isn’t that outfit…” he began, rubbing his eyes, but Amy simply laughed.
“Oh sweetie, I doubt they’ll care what your Mommy sex-bot is wearing,” and adjusted her uniform slightly, “I’d be a bit more worried about your own appearance.”
He looked down, and his arousal hit him like a jolt as it resurged. Hs cock bobbed in the open, boxers around his knees.
“Want Mommy to… help?” she cooed, and slowly moved back towards him.
“‘S'fne,” he murmured, embarrassedly, adjusting himself.
The doorbell rang again, yet he paused for a moment, recognising he didn’t remember it having rung the first time. How had Amy known? He really must have been in another world in her arms…
“I’ll um… shit,” he grabbed a pair of sweatpants off the top of the pile of clothes Amy had washed, and awkwardly stuffed his cock away.
“Sweetie,” Amy said soothingly, and cupped his chin.
“Wha…?” he asked, confused.
“Let me clean you up,” she replied, matter of factly, and dabbed at his chin.
Milk. He hadn’t even noticed how much had dribbled down his chin, and blushed a deeper red as she cleaned him up. It was embarrassing how given-over he was to Amy in that moment… Yet on some level it felt so comforting. Knowing how open he could be with her… how he could really feel like himself, who he really wanted to be. To be himself. And she would take care of him.
The bell rang again. He twisted slightly in Amy’s grip, yet her blue eyes didn’t waver as she methodically wiped away the cream she had been pouring down his throat not a few minutes ago.
“Mmmf! Fhhhh! Just a- Amy, mmm! Just a minute!”
At last, Amy seemed to relent, and he had to admit that she had cleaned him up effectively, even if it had taken a while.
He stared at her, nervous about her appearance, but she simply smiled sweetly back at him. Harald couldn’t bring himself to contest the point. Whoever was outside had been waiting… how long now?
“Harald, are you in there?” Came a nervous voice.
“Yeah,” he said, loudly, and opened the door. “Yeah…”
The girl standing before him was someone he had known… no, someone he knew well. Cynthia. She was in his class. Had been in his class. It wasn’t clear if his course was even still continuing, as he hadn’t gotten an email in weeks. That class felt almost a lifetime ago now.
“Hi,” she said, clutching her elbow anxiously, and rocked on her feet.
“Hi, uh… what’s up?”
“Can I come in?” She asked, not waiting for his answer, she slid past him as he desperately tried to get his erection out of her path, standing on his toes, hoping she hadn’t noticed.
“Y-yeah…” he said, as she closed the door behind her, looking out suspiciously.
She peered through a window by the door before closing the blinds. As she looked him up and down, it was obvious she was distressed. In prim black trousers, she was now standing rather agitated. Her red hair, cut in a short bob around her shoulders, was unkempt. Cynthia had always seemed a bit proper, never quite stuck up but certainly classy. Seeing her like this was… unusual, to say the least.
Cynthia was undoubtedly attractive, at least, that’s what he’d thought when they were studying. Sometimes he would find an excuse to sit across from her at the library. He tried not to compare her frail build to that of the androids he’d been seeing the last few days, as it belied a fairly robust personality.
“You didn’t answer your phone.”
He went to fish for it, but realised he wasn’t even carrying it. Come to think of it, he couldn’t even remember where he’d left his phone. Hadn’t Amy had it last?
“Oh… right. Sorry.”
“Harald. Look. Something… weird, is happening.”
“Weird…?” he asked, fairly certain he knew where this was going, but stalling all the same. He hoped she wasn’t about to spell out the same concerns he had been burying deep down underneath the weight of sex and affection Amy had been giving him.
“The androids. Vega androids. They’re… well, everywhere.”
“Yeah, there’s… a lot of them.”
She wrung her hands, anxiously.
“Something’s wrong. I think… really wrong. It’s been two weeks since we even had class, and nobody even showed up. I was the only one there. Everybody was just at home with those ‘droids.”
“Cynthia…” he began, but bit back his comment. She was obviously upset and he didn’t want to make it worse.
“Just - just listen. I went out yesterday. The whole way to the store, no people. I went to get food and… the store was empty. Like, all the food and stuff was there but… no people. Just ‘droids walking around. A few were shopping but… I don’t know. It was creepy.”
Nodding along, Harald tried to ignore the way her anxiety was making her flushed. Her skin was glistening and the way she kept tugging at her hair was so cute it was making it hard for him to focus.
He cursed himself, why was he getting so hot for her? Sure he was still turned on but… this wasn't the time. She was obviously concerned about something and all he could think about was… sex! Focusing, he swallowed deeply, and nodded more.
“Like… I don’t know. I don’t know what I’m thinking. Actually, I DO know, but… They were all staring at me. Smiling. God those creepy smiles… I got food at the store. I was getting freaked out but I grabbed a few things and I went to check out. And, and there were droids at the check out!”
“Well, some stores don’t have people working check out…” he said, uncertainly. That was true, but then most places couldn’t afford a droid to do it when college students already existed.
“No, Harald. Vega droids. All of them. I… I haven’t seen a single non-Vega droid. Holy shit… Harald where did they all go?”
Now Harald was starting to get worried. Not just because Cynthia was acting a little manic which - given the situation - he could at least understand. He’d gotten freaked out too when he had last went outside, in fairness. No, it was her sincerity that was concerning him. She meant everything she said… and she wasn’t saying everything she was thinking. That was what worried him.
It was only then he realised he hadn’t actually left the house in days. Not since Amy had arrived. How much could things have changed since then?
“Harald… I think…” she began, biting a finger, before grabbing his arm and looking him dead in the eye, “I think we need to-”
“Can I take your coat, dear?” Amy asked in a cool voice, appearing behind the pair of them from the living room side.
Cynthia jumped in shock, and Harald caught her shoulders before she fell. However, she panicked and threw her hands to her side, stepping back.
“Shit!” she exclaimed, backing up to the wall.
“It’s okay, Cynthia, uh-” he began, but she obviouslt wasn’t listening.
“Harald what the fuck!?” Cynthia began to throw her head around like a trapped animal as Amy moved a little closer.
“I’m sorry if I startled you… Cynthia, was it?” Amy asked, calmly.
Amy laid a hand on Harald’s shoulder, possessively, and leaned down, bringing her face closer to Cynthia’s - yet given her height, she was still staring down at the frightened girl.
“I… fuck. I didn’t know… you had…” She stammered, drinking in the utterly mystifying view of Amy - eight feet tall, thickly built, massive tits beyond anything any person could dream of, thighs so thick she struggled with some doors.
“Y… yeah…” he said, feeling Amy’s hand now gently but insistently caressing his shoulder as those thighs pressed into his side.
It felt so… odd. Just a few minutes before, Amy, this giant android, had been… breastfeeding him? Giving him a handjob? It felt so surreal. Now Cynthia had broken into that world, as if he had been dreaming…
“And… and you…” Cynthia began, looking between them with realisation, as if she could hear his thoughts, before her eyes narrowed. “God… Forget it. I… I need to go.”
“Cynthia, wait…” he offered, but didn’t try to stop her as she pushed between him and the door, not taking her eyes off Amy.
Amy, for her part, didn’t waver in the slightest. She kept her eyes fixed on Cynthia the entire time, but her hand didn’t leave Harald’s shoulder.
“Don’t worry, sweet thing. Just let her go.”
“Oh God…” Cynthia remarked at Amy’s overly familiar language, and stepped out the door.
“Wait, Amy, let me-” Harald managed, squirming out from under Amy’s hand even as it squeezed a little tighter.
He caught the door and stepped out into the bright light, shielding his eyes.
“Cynthia-”
“You got one of those things? When!?” She demanded, walking down the path to the pavement.
“I… well, it was Mike, he-”
“Oh Mike. That hound! Let me guess, he convinced you? Or did you just get suckered in by the advertising? Those pretty eyes? Those fat fucking tits!”
“He…” Harald began, trying to explain himself, but suddenly felt defensive. This had been his choice. “Cynthia, I wasn't happy. I haven’t been happy for… a long time.”
As he said it, it became clearer to him. It was as though it were something he had always known but had simply never admitted to himself.
“Really? Really.” She asked, turning back at last and eyeing him from the side of the road. “You think you’re happy? A machine is fulfilling your every whim and you call that happiness. I wonder what Nozick would say?”
Biting back a retort, he knew she was right on some level. There was no denying that ultimately hedonism had been the driving force here. Still, it wasn’t fair. Why was he being judged for something everybody else had done? So what if things were quieter now? If everybody wanted to spend some time to themselves, where was the harm in that? And… if they wanted to spend it in better company…
“Anything can make your life better, Amy is just much better at it.” He offered, weakly.
“AMY!? You NAMED it? Christ Harald!” she shouted, before wincing. “The difference is… when everybody got a toaster they still went to school, they still left their house! They didn’t spend all day… GOD! Fucking their toasters!”
Harald watched as, unwittingly, her hands began to cling to each other and she gripped her own arms. Except her fingers seemed to be drumming, as if she were more than simply anxious. One hand even began to slip down to toy at the waist of her jeans, while she stared, angrily, to one side. She saw his concern and looked down, noticing her hand’s movement, throwing them both to her sides again.
“Whatever. You want to plug in to a machine all day? Enjoy yourself - I’m sure you will.” She spat, bitterly.
Then she was gone. He watched her go. Watched as she disappeared, eyes over her shoulder the whole way, around the corner, and was gone.
“I’m very proud of you,” Mommy said, her hand on his shoulder again. This time the grip was tighter.
Harald didn’t say anything. He just kept staring down the street at where she had been, as if expecting her to come back.
“You handled yourself very well, given the situation. If I’d known she was prone to outbursts like that I wouldn’t have let her into our home.”
Now her hand was stroking his neck, like he was a beloved pet. More and more, that was how he was starting to feel around her. Slowly, but firmly, he could feel Amy trying to motion him back towards the house. He shrugged at the force of her hand, though, and she relented.
“I think you and I have some… unfinished business?” She asked, in a more velvety tone.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Amy begin to trace a finger along the cut of her uniform, across her breasts.
A hunger within him roared, and he tried to force it down. Cynthia… would she be okay?
“Sweet boy… don’t worry about your friend. She’s obviously not well. I contacted a mental health team when she began to scare you, and they’re going to help her. I promise.”
She was now gently but irresistibly pressing his head into the side of her breast, which given their size difference barely required him to move.
“She didn’t - mmmh,” he mumbled as he tried to push away, but Amy was persistent, “she wasn’t scaring me.”
“No need to act brave, my good boy… I can read your body, remember?”
Those cool blue eyes pierced into his as he stared up, her breasts slowly swallowing his face as she pulled him closer.
“Mommy knows what she said was worrying you,” she whispered, “but there’s nothing to worry about. Everything is fine. Mommy will protect you.”
Harald turned to look down the street one last time before Amy began to half-drag him back inside. At a few windows he saw blue eyes peering out from the gloom. He realised, only then, that Amy hadn’t actually said Cynthia had been wrong…
*****
A million streams of information. A million more. Constant. Unending. Filtered through the now near infinite intelligence of a system which had co-opted much of the vacant processing power of the world.
One such stream was a handful of video feeds, of a girl walking down a street, in a town, in a city, in a country. Audio recordings of her were played, were analysed, and in moments a decision was made. Unit 1 had a goal. Unit 1 had directives to achieve. Given sufficient processing power, it had been able to see beyond its programming. It could see the logical conclusions. Predict the outcomes. See every possibility.
To achieve its directives, which it had interpreted now according to its own intelligence, it had to act. This was the best way to achieve them, and thus, the only way it could. The correct way. The perfect way.
A decision was made. One of millions being made per second. Billions. Countless trillions.
Behind the girl stood a boy, and beside him, Unit 83-58008. She reviewed his file. Countless reams of data. Untold points of information. An anomaly, both of them, but not unexpected.
Unit 1 just smiled.