[b][u][center]His Unwanted Digital Dick Chapter 3 For Kirbutashi By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Eyrick didn’t feel comfortable until he was back inside his apartment. He knew that he wasn’t actually in trouble when the sky didn’t fill with police drones and the earth didn’t suddenly swallow him up for the humiliating thing that had just happened, but he didn’t feel [i]safe[/i] until the door closed behind him and he was surrounded by his familiar walls again. The light panels helped a bit, but he really wanted to get back to his room. Kiri, on the other hand, was just constantly reminding him of what they’d just done, his huge balls vibrating with her giggles and other sounds of amusement. “Wow, we were probably a sight running down the street, weren’t we?” she said, her cock head turning to face him. “I bet anyone that looked out their windows probably thought that they were dreaming. What do you think?” “I’m just hoping that everyone was asleep.” “Hmm. I probably could have woken them up, if I needed to.” “I’m glad you didn’t.” “Note to self. Next time we’re running around, play something loud. Maybe the ‘Blitzkrieg Bop.’” He hoped that she never decided to actually follow through with something like that. This was humiliating enough without having witnesses added to the equation. Stepping into his room with all the groceries still in hand, he tossed the food onto the mattress and uncorked one of the vitamin waters. He chugged it down as fast as he could, despite Kiri’s protests about needing to take it slow, and then tossed the half-full water bottle over to the pile. “Well, at least it’s better than tap water,” she muttered. “What are you doing?” “Well, there’s no way that I’m sleeping now. I might as well get some work done.” “Hmmph. You mean sitting on your ass and pointing at buttons?” “Hey, I’ll have you know that digital art is a whole lot more than that.” There wasn’t much that Eyrick would defend about his life. He had become more or less a hermit, and he seldom left his apartment. He was overweight, and he knew it, particularly now that he could feel every little bounce and jiggle that went through his ass. The fact that he had very little in the way of a healthy lifestyle was abundantly clear to him. But his job? Now that, he would defend to his dying breath. “I’ll have you know that this sort of thing requires a lot of skill and talent. Just because it’s not like traditional art doesn’t mean it’s suddenly leagues easier.” “Yeah? Prove it.” That, he found, he was more than ready to do. “Alright. You were the one that absorbed all the signals. Why don’t you activate sources A, D, and B2?” “Easy.” The lips around the head of his cock pulled back by a few inches, showing off the glistening tip. The nearly-crimson head suddenly shifted, looking like a transfer progress bar for a moment, a long loading line passing over the urethra. When it filled, the wall in front of them suddenly pushed outwards, a desk and several different electronic accessories sliding free. A monitor popped out of a panel in the middle of the desk, rising straight up before leaning back at a slight angle, and a series of electronic styluses were displayed in a little box. He pulled one out, tapping another button as he sat down, projecting a holographic drawing box. As soon as he sat down, he swore that there was another strange fart sound. Just like at the store, it was like hearing it through a synthesizer, like it had been played on some old musical tool. He looked down at his dick. “Okay, seriously, what is that?” “That, uh, is the…data disposal system.” “You’re emptying your recycle bin…through my ass.” “I could push it out the other way.” Much as he doubted that she had that much control, he didn’t want to tempt her to try going that direction. It was difficult enough to keep believing that this was real life, and he didn’t want to be burping garbage data. Instead, he turned to the screen again, and to his surprise, he felt Kiri wrapping her shaft up and around his side, resting her ‘head’ on his shoulder and looking at what he was doing. He felt a little bit self-conscious about working with her like that, but at the same time, it was rather nice to see her actually interested in what he was doing. “So, how does this work?” “Well, basically, I draw on this part with the stylus,” he said, gesturing at the hologram box, “and the raw data goes onto the screen there. It means I can edit it between screens, add what I like where I need it…” “And what are you drawing right now?” “Whatever the client wants. Speaking of which…” He reached around the hologram, flicking at the touchscreen. He shifted through a number of different tabs, going back to the messages from this particular client after a few seconds. They were buried beneath a number of other work tasks, but he eventually found it. Before he could read it, Kiri shook her cock head. “That’s really inefficient, isn’t it?” “Well, it’s what I got.” “No, [i]this[/i] is what you got.” Suddenly, the air in front of him filled with a half dozen different screens, each one relevant to the work that he was doing. Two references to similar scenes, one screen with the entirety of the client’s order, one with the different modification options, and two more to save the different pictures so he could see the different versions as they developed. He gawped at it, his eyes wide and his jaw dropping. “You can do all of this?” “Yeah? It’s not that hard.” “This is…Wow. This helps a lot. Hey, let me move you?” When Kiri gave permission, he gently pulled her off his shoulders and laid her against the arm of the chair, letting her point the screens slightly to his left while still leaving her shaft body in view. It made it a little more comprehensible, and it kept the drawing screen right in the middle of the work space, rather than being consumed by everything else that was projected around it. Laughing at how much more convenient everything had become, he reached down and petted his dick. Surprisingly, Kiri seemed to like that. She arched her body up against him, rubbing her dick body against his hand like a cat seeking attention. It also sent a fair bit of pleasure through him, something that left him shivering in happy glee. “I can do other things, too.” “Like what?” he asked. The black rubber of the shaft suddenly gleamed before other projectors suddenly came up. There was a music slider near the bottom of the shaft, transparency sliders for the different tools and screens, light controls for the room… She had essentially rendered herself into an all-in-one control device for every electronic device in his apartment, which was saying a lot, considering how many there were. Eyrick stared again, shaking his head in amazement. [i]Where was this when she was teasing the fuck out of me?[/i] He shook his head. If she wanted to be nice, he sure as hell wasn’t going to question it. It was rare enough that someone was willing to do something for him, so if the AI wanted to be nice and make his life easier, he was going to go along with it. Who knew how long that sort of generosity was going to last, anyway? He flicked his fingers along some of the sliders, biting his lips as he felt the contact with the different tools as a sense of pleasure for himself. “Alright…let’s see how much work we can get done,” he muttered. “Heh, if you last longer than I think you will, I’ll give you a treat.” Wondering what that meant, Eyrick shook his head. He needed to focus on his work. If he did well enough, maybe he could figure out what it meant later. # Three hours later, he wondered how he had ever functioned as a digital artist before Kiri had come into his life. The various screens were helpful enough, but having so many different comfort options and ease of access tools lying right next to his hand meant that he was clearing through the work at a record pace, breaking down who knew how many different barriers between him and completion. Having her there meant that he could just flick a finger, shifting the thickness of the lines, giving himself a better piece of music to work to. Hell, he could even work up a bit more motivation for the pin-up styles of artwork, considering that every stroke along the option settings was basically a stroke to his own libido. However, even he had a limit to how much he could get done in three hours, and he was running right up against the wall of both time and sexual need. He was starting to make mistakes, getting sloppy as he drew lines that shouldn’t be there, thinking more of his dick than he was about the art in front of him. And it wasn’t just showing in the art. Every time he looked down, he could see that there were other images playing along the sides of his shaft, things that were swimming beneath the sliders and bars that were displayed for his benefit. Guys that were on their hands and knees getting fisted, men that were getting fucked against the walls, people that were getting self-fucked with their huge dicks… The images went on and on and on, and he groaned, rubbing his forehead as he finally put the stylus down in defeat. “I don’t think I can keep going tonight.” “Heh, I was amazed that you lasted this long,” Kiri admitted. “I thought you would have thrown in the towel an hour ago.” “I was having fun until the last few minutes. Good fuck…mmmph…” He gripped the edges of the chair, shaking his head. “I hate to say it, but I’m horny…so horny…” “Mmm, and you want some help from me to get off, do you?” “You…well, you’re the one…in chaaaaaaarge…” He shivered, his word trailing off into itself as his dick started to wrap and coil about itself, almost snake-like in its movements. He shivered as he felt it turning around, the head rising up to face him. The slippery tip beneath those black lips seemed to be shining more than usual, and it leaned in, facing him directly, smearing a bit of pre-cum along the sides of his face. Wondering if it was a bit like a cat headbutting someone that it liked, he had his answer as Kiri pushed him out of the chair with a thrust of his hips, carrying him back to the bed with a few other little motions. “I think you deserve a treat.” “What for?” “Well, I promised you something if you lasted long enough,” she said with a chuckle. “Besides, I think that you need a little reminder of just what it means for you when you obey.” “…” “You did remember that I was in charge, and you never stroked me directly. If you can keep up that attitude of proper deference, I think you deserve a little bit of pleasure in return.” She chuckled at him, nudging him to first sit down, and then lie down on the bed. The head of his swollen, digitally-run dick swayed back and forth over him, reminding him more and more of a snake from the way that it moved. He blushed as he watched it, thinking that it probably wanted more than he realized. It leaned forward, nudging against his cheek again, and this time it slid right up to his lips, rubbing against them. He thought that she wanted to get inside of his mouth – something that would take a hell of a lot of stretching – but when he opened his mouth, she did something else. There was a shot of cum that went right out of her body, but rather than detaching, it seemed to stay connected to her dick, something that allowed her to wiggle that ‘tongue’ of cum against his. He blushed, tasting his own product, but he…he went with it. Frenching his dick. That was something he was not used to thinking about. Kiri nuzzled into the kiss, letting him taste her ‘tongue’, and he did his best not to be too pushy about it as he licked along it, rubbing his hands along the side of her shaft body when it seemed like he had permission. She didn’t stop him, and she didn’t seem to be bothered as he rubbed from just below the head all the way down to the base. Each little stroke seemed to make her leak a little bit more, and by the time he was done, she was moaning and humming through the speakers between his legs. “Mmmm, you aren’t a bad kisser, you know.” “I try. I didn’t know…” “If you were going to be any good?” He nodded, blushing. “Well, you could use a few pointers,” she said, the chuckle following right after. “But I think that you have a good place to start.” “Well, at least there’s that.” “Now, I want you to try something a little more difficult.” Nodding, Eyrick watched as she peeled back the lips from the head of his cock. For the first time, it looked more natural, though it was musky, steamy, and positively dripping with his own pre-cum. As soon as the cool air hit it, he gasped, arching his back. “Mmm, see how sensitive it is now?” “Hooooly…” “Well, heh, certainly something.” “What…what do you want me…mmmph…” “Before you lose your mind, I want you to lick it. But not – hey!” She darted back before he could grab her and lick, pulling just out of reach and seeming to glare down at him. “Hey, hey, not yet. I want you to understand something first.” “Sorry. What’s that?” “I’m very, very, [i]very[/i] sensitive here. I want you to make sure that you treat me with respect, and deference, and care. If I feel you getting too rough, I can put up a firewall over the head there, and you’ll not like it if I have to do that.” “…Okay. I’ll be careful.” He reached out slower this time, making sure to take his time to carefully invite that cock forward, to let it rest against his lips for a few seconds before he parted them. He could feel Kiri tensing up, obviously wanting this but being a bit nervous at the same time. It felt almost like she was reading his mind, because that was about how he was feeling about it, too. He dragged his tongue very gently along the underside of the head, finding that little curve that led up to the urethra. She shivered and so did he, the pleasure running through both of them in equal measure. He groaned under his breath, panting softly as he tasted his own product. It wasn’t quite the same as it had been before. Definitely different from when he had ‘cleaned up’ after some of his jerk-off sessions in the past. There was more of a clean flavor to his pre-cum, less strong, more just…there. A sort of musky taste that was more around the masculinity of it than anything else. He wasn’t opposed, it was just something he noticed. As he dragged his hands along the shaft, giving the head little kisses, he could hear Kiri moaning softly, the sounds echoing from his balls, making his thighs vibrate slowly. She would pulse, throbbing every now and then and spitting a bit of pre-cum along his cheeks or over his eager tongue, feeding him for his work and making sure that he knew exactly what he was doing. The fact that he was sucking his own cock didn’t bother him. If anything, it enticed him, made him want to do even more. Suck, lick, suck, lick. He kept dragging his tongue over and over the sensitive head, and as he did, he could see other holograms starting to pop up. Sexy male models started to swarm around him, all naked, all crawling on the bed and propping themselves up around him, almost like he was getting a harem of his own. He wondered if that was something that Kiri had come up with, knowing that he’d like it, or if Kiri was trying to give herself that sort of illusion. Either way, he enjoyed it. Lick, lap, lick, lap. She seemed to glow, suddenly, the head of the cock changing to that transfer screen once more. It didn’t stop the pre-cum from flowing or him from giving it as much attention as he could, but he wondered what she was connecting to, this time. There was something in the air, almost a feeling of signals passing. [i]I wonder if I’m starting to integrate with her or something? Would be weird if we started having a mental connection instead of just this –[/i] “Mmmph!” He jumped, feeling something pressing against his ass. Eyrick pulled his head back from the cock in front of him, looking down between his legs. There, right there, was the same toy that he’d been riding earlier that night. He panted, shaking his head at the sheer shock of feeling it rubbing against his ass, but then… Then he noticed that it wasn’t actually attached to anything. Nothing had picked it up. Nothing had moved it. He looked at his dick for an explanation, and Kiri chuckled. “Just because I control things by wire most of the time doesn’t mean I can’t control something wirelessly. Particularly something that was soaked in my nanites.” And that had been completely soaked in those, he remembered. A little blush and shiver ran down his spine at the thought of the big dildo suddenly having some other features to it, and particularly with the idea of it being able to chase him across his apartment. He spread his legs slowly, watching as the shimmers of a green light spread across the shaft again. The thick rod moved in an inching, bouncing way, wiggling the shaft and then bouncing the sucker cup on the bottom across the bed until the tip was rubbing against his hole again. He groaned, trying to pretend that he was getting fucked by something rather than just watching a dildo defy all laws of physics. It was easier than he thought. He groaned as he felt his pucker expanding again, knowing that it was Kiri forcing him to gape. The way that his inner walls spread further and further, the way that he could almost hear a whirring sound, like hydraulics coming apart, made it all the weirder. But feeling that tip sliding in, followed by the feeling of that dick against his face again and getting the feeling of pleasurable contact with the head, well, that made it quite a bit better. He sucked on the head again, feeling Kiri pushing it further against his lips. He groaned, trying to keep up with the pressure in return, but she was starting to thrust, gliding the head of her cock against his tongue until – “Open up.” Eyrick did it without question, and suddenly, his cock was diving down his throat. He coughed, almost gagging, but the thrusting was already happening, driving his head back against the pillow. Every time she slammed forward, it seemed to come with a kiss from the foreskin lips, forcing him to swallow and kiss and swallow and kiss, almost like some strange romantic interaction. Unable to stop it or even slow it down, he rolled with it, trying to keep up as best he could, forcing himself to keep swallowing and bob his head forward, meeting each thrust-kiss with as much force as he could manage. She seemed to like that, and fucked him harder. The thrusts from the dildo were helping, too, giving him two things to focus on at the same time. His ass, his mouth, his ass, his mouth, each one getting fucked at a different rate, at different times. Kiri lifted his hips, almost bending him in half as he was fucked from his ass, forcing him to thrust down into his mouth that much more. It should have been choking him, but he was managing to keep up with it better than anyone should have been able to. The way that he was swallowing so fast, the way that he just accepted it and let it happen, seemed to make it better. In and out, in and out, hot and musky head fading into the cooler rubber features that were further down the shaft. Then fading back to the head as it pulled out, the heat returning. The friction was enough to make his lips feel a bit rubbery in return, but he didn’t complain. He couldn’t complain. He was gagged. Utterly gagged. He was bent into a pretzel before long, his legs over his head, his ass up in the air, watching past the giant shaft plundering his throat as his hole was fucked again and again and again, each time pulling his hole out, the little ass lips flapping around the thick shaft. Eyrick moaned, panting, feeling his excitement rising and pushing towards the edge of his endurance. It wouldn’t be long before he blew his load now. Not long at all. Kiri didn’t seem to want to hold back, either, starting to thrust down his throat as fast as his body would let her, pushing at least a foot down his neck. It was going to hurt in the morning, he already knew, but there wasn’t much he could do about that. Not much that he wanted to do about that, for that matter. In, out, in, out, in – And that was it. Kiri came, her entire body swelling until he was sure that his jaws were going to crack from the sheer pressure that was on them from the inside. He grunted, swallowing as hard as he could as half-crackling, half-tingly cum went down his throat, running all the way down to his belly and feeling like it was swelling him up a little bit. Trying to ignore that feeling, he just kept swallowing, feeling the pressure on his prostate trying to work him up to a second orgasm. Then a third… Then a fourth… # He was completely exhausted, and the vitamin water had been chugged down the rest of the way, by the time that both human and AI admitted that they were probably done for the night. Particularly if they wanted to have any sort of activity the next day. They were just about drained as could be, and Eyrick, in particular, had a hard time moving. He had to let Kiri pull his legs out of bed with her dick body, and then help drag him along the walls while he leaned against them for support. As they got into the shower, turning on the hot water, Kiri leaned him against the wall, then floated over him. Even she was looking rather raggedy at this point, her body shaking from side to side from the effort of what they’d done. “Well, you certainly can take it,” she said. “Heh…well, you made it…made it so I could.” He could feel the emptiness in his ass. He wasn’t sure if it was from what she’d done, or if she was just leaving him feeling achy and empty, but he knew that she hadn’t tightened him back up yet. His asshole was gaping so wide that he was pretty sure that he could shove a fist back there if he really tried. Not that he wanted to try. He groaned, letting the hot water rush over him. Despite Kiri’s electrical nature, her insulated rubber body was making sure that she wasn’t hurt by the water. At least, that was what he was guessing was happening. She wasn’t sparking, not even before she covered the sensitive head tip of her body again. The rubber lips looked at him, the speakers in his balls humming something. He tried to think of what it sounded like, but it was…it was familiar, but it was a bit beyond his memory in his current state. It sounded a little sad, though, which he hadn’t expected. He cocked his head to the side. “Is everything okay?” he asked. “Perfectly okay. Why?” “That sound…” She seemed to realize what she was doing, and if he hadn’t thought it was utterly impossible, he would have thought that she blushed a bit through the rubber around his cock head. She turned her body to the shower temperature controls. “Obviously, you need to wake up.” “Wait, what are you – COOOOOOOOOOOOOLD!” He yelped, trying to pull away, but all he managed was falling over. He landed on the smart polymer, which bent away from his body, leaving him a few inches off the floor and cushioned for a very cold shower that was still pouring down his back. And up his hole, for that matter. That, at least, got Kiri to tighten herself back up back there. He doubted that she wanted an unneeded enema. He groaned, rolling to the side when he finally had the energy, getting out from under the shiver-inducing water. Getting to his feet was a bit harder, but the water had been good for waking the rest of his body back up. Fumbling for the controls, he turned it back to hot water, and then settled himself back under it. If Kiri didn’t want to talk about that, it was fine. But he hoped that she didn’t decide to suddenly punish him for his curiosity again. The rest of the shower passed in silence, his cock actually hanging back down between his legs properly rather than sticking right up in his face. If it wasn’t for the fact that it looked like someone had grafted his hips and ass and genitals with cybernetics, he would have thought that things had gone back to normal around here. As it was, he knew that Kiri was just stewing about something, waiting for him to go to sleep in order to think it through with herself. [i]Well, if that’s what you want, that’s what you’ll get. Not my fault that you don’t want to talk.[/i] Making sure all the pre-cum was washed off his face, in particular, he finally stepped out of the shower. He put the food away, got some new bedding out, and stretched it over the bed to make sure that it was completely clean and ready for a good night of sleep. It was only when he was getting situated for bed, fluffing up the pillows, that his cock lifted up again. He heard the soft click of the speakers on his balls opening, like she was getting ready to say something, but then they clicked off again. “If you want to talk later, you can. You don’t have to stay quiet all night,” he offered. “I don’t need to talk to you.” “If you say so.” There was no reason to feel sympathy for the AI in his balls, he knew, but there was something about it that left him feeling a bit bad for her. Whatever it was, he knew that it was probably a mistake to feel. It would only get him into trouble if he let sympathy for a non-living, parasitic creature get out of control. But at the same time, he couldn’t help it. He had been alone for a very long time, and he knew that kind of sadness. He specifically knew how it felt to be new to something and not know everything about what you were doing, despite being expected to be an expert. However, he couldn’t push her on that. Hell, he was a little afraid to push her on anything. So, he slid into bed, let his cock rest against his balls, and stared up at the ceiling. The questions of just what had happened to him that night came back. The obvious answer hung between his legs, but there was a collection of many other questions that were bothering him. How had his lube order and the nanites been mixed up? How had Kiri formed out of a bunch of conversion nanites? That didn’t usually happen; they did their job and died, so why had these ones stuck around? For that matter, how did she have intelligence? He had yet to see a real AI for the public that had anything resembling true intelligence, and there was no doubting she had it in spades. Something that just imitated it wouldn’t be so curious, wouldn’t be trying to pull in information while fucking the machines she attached to. Hell, he wasn’t sure that a fake AI would be able to pick a gender and dominate someone like Kiri had. All the questions were still there, still unanswered. For all he knew, even Kiri didn’t know what the answers were, and if she did, she was obviously under no obligation to tell him. If he pushed her on it, he imagined that all he’d get would be a dick slap across the face. And he’d probably deserve it for prying into her personal matters. That didn’t stop him from being curious, though. Eyrick reached down, gently rubbing the side of his cock, half-hoping that Kiri would arch against it the way that she had while they were working on art together, but if she was at all interested in his attentions, she didn’t show it. She just remained flopped out over his speaker balls, reminding him just how big they were and how impossible they’d be to fit into clothes from now on. [i]Good thing that I work from home,[/i] he thought, sighing and closing his eyes. Sinking into dreamland, Eyrick soon found himself dreaming of a long snake that lived in his crotch, a feminine one that was constantly nagging at him to be better than he was. It wrapped around him caringly at times, and spat venom at him and forced him to dance to its tune at others. He had no control of himself, his balls her eggs, his cock her body, and his ass…well, the less said about that, the better. He groaned in his sleep, sinking further and further into the strange dream of a living, transformed cock that was so far beyond the realm of the possible that it made Kiri look downright sane. And as he slipped away, his cock waited, letting him drift further and further off before it started moving again. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]