Apologies to William Gibson.  Adult material, don’t read it if you’re under 18.

CyberSexual

By HorseRadish 2009

            Sid ‘Freqi’ has scored a major job for the black guard of the Yakuza.  It was big sweet job, and the payoff was even sweeter.  He saved the honor of a Yakuza Deacon whose daughter was off making panty-play menta-tapes for druges in the street.  His reward was sitting in a plain wrapped box.  He didn’t know what it was, but he always got the latest, juiciest hardware from this particular Deacon.  He unwrapped it and held it aloft.  Ln200 juice deck, from Sony.   Serial number was sanded off, but Freqi knew it was squeaked off the R&D department. 

            It was small, but heavy, blue chrome with standard inputs for menta-jacks.   Wired up to the net and fired it up.  A sighing hum was heard from a rear cooling fan.  He was ready.  He slapped his jacks on and laid back. 

“Init” was all he said and the world went black.

The transition was clear and clean.  He saw the menu of options glowing neon in front of him.  It seemed a little sparse, but he knew there was something special under the hood of this unit.  He engaged a standard light fare, being well familiar with the menta-tape in his remote library.    “Arabian slave girl” was loaded and he was ready, or so he thought.

The large tent appeared before him, cloth made from silk and other rougher fabrics.  He had to adjust because tactile feedback was so granularly attuned, that he felt the individual particles of sand blowing against his face.  More surprising, he smelled it too.  He grinned, “Jackpot” he whispered.  The tent loomed before him, inviting in to the warm familiar sexual escapades he’s performed before.  

There she lay.  Waiting comfortably.  Her skin was glowing with an olive radiance.  Her legs were long, and toned, descending in to feet that were clothed in light slippers.  Her large, deep eyes looked at him longingly and her full lips pursed in expectation.  Her hands, lovely and slender reached out to him.

He paused the program.  A glitch.  Her boobs were reset to their original small size.  Fortunately, he had a lot of experience adjusting code on the fly.  He opened the prog options and scrolled through them.  He couldn’t find the option he was looking for.  So he pushed in the memcore. 

“Please don’t do that.” Asked a sultry voice, accent betraying her origins.  Freqi freaked.  He closed the menu and looked around.  The voice belonged to the slave girl, who was now standing right next to him. 

“Freeze!” barked Freqi.  He was trying to figure out why the program unpaused.

“Why?  I’m not actually your slave!” sniped the slave girl.

            “Er, what?”

“I’m not your slave.  This avatar is of a slave, but I’m not.”

Freqi’s mind was turning at typhoon level. 

“Are you a rogue AI taping in to my box?”

“Ai, yes.  Rogue no.  The box that was shipped to you?  That’s me.”

“Holy shit!  How is that possible?”

“Its all on quantum threaded level.  They optimized and re-orged the more effective AIs and used it as a template for me.  I have several gigas of doc files if you wish to review them.”

“No, that’s ok.”  Muttered Freqi. 

“Why were you trying to tear in to my program?” The AI asked defiantly.

Freqi was too shell shocked to lie.

“I was trying to give you bigger boobs.”

The AI paused a few seconds and smiled. 

“That’s easy enough.  How do you want it?”

Freqi could only think for a second before he went in to great detail about what he REALLY wanted. 

            He found himself at the entrance of the tent.  He looked in and saw his slave girl.  Except she was glistening with sweat.  She had filled out and had a more rounded look to her, like she had eaten like a princess, not a slave.  Her hips filled out and were clearly designed for birthing.  Her ass lifted and filled out like two bowling balls.  Her tummy had a slight pooch to it, which slightly bulged.  Her breasts were very sweaty and swollen with flesh.   He could no longer contain himself.  He grabbed both arms and kissed her full lips and felt their pliancy under the force of his kiss.  She moaned softly and grinded up against him, her belly pressing softly against his straining manhood. 

“Wait, I feel my breasts swelling even more!”

He looked down and saw that the orbs of delight were slightly throbbing.  With each pulse, the line of cleaving between them became longer.   They were too full to flatten out, so they would swell rounder and push against each other.   She sighed…

“Oh, they are getting so big…” She said.

The cloth strips covering her breasts were straining as they surpassed the size of cantaloupes.   And yet, they kept getting rounder and fuller, sweaty and soft.  He grabbed one in each hand and felt them grow firmer and pushed his hands apart. 

            He could not handle any more.  He pushed her down, and was delighted to find out that they were now completely naked.  He felt her gently guide his penis with her lithe fingers in to her love box.   He leaned over and firmly grasped a handful of slick ass in his hands.  The box was warm, wet and very constricted around his hardened cock.  He slipped in further, feeling the constriction part.  She moaned a bit louder. 

“Human Sex is awesome!” She said, breaking character.

“I tend to like it.” Responded a wildly aroused Freqi. 

He grinded in to her slowly, feeling the slick warmth coat his dick.  It had never felt so real, never smelled or tasted anything so real before even in real life…

He grunted and threw himself in to the lovemaking act, becoming just as sweat slicked as his partner.  She instinctively swiveled her hips and grabbed her bobbling breasts. 

            At last, he came.  And it was a thunderous spasm of pleasure that he had never experienced before.  He didn’t even know he could fell that.  With that thought, he promptly gave in to sleep.

            He woke up.  The tent was gone.  He was sitting in a bed, naked, along with the slave girl.  He turned around and looked at her.

“Wow!” he whispered excitedly.

“Wow indeed!”  She replied.

“How, I mean, can you have orgasms?”

“Oh my, yes.  It’s in those gigas of docs I mentioned earlier.” Chided the AI.

“Holy shit…”

The Yakuza Deacon set him up just right this time.

“What is your name?  I can’t just call you box.”

“Lilith.” She smiled and grabbed his newly erected cock.

“Lilith” he smiled and whispered her name again.  He was truly happy with this.

The end.