Lance smiled to himself as he put the finishing touches on his latest project. He would no doubt make billions off of the creation of artificial intelligence, but that was for later. For now there was Quiana. He couldn't decide why, but he'd just felt driven to build a sex droid. Well... he couldn't tell exactly why. Lance was sort of just wired that way; he'd start a project on a whim, and work with single-minded determination for weeks on end. After it was all said and done, he was rarely sure why he'd done it all, but Lance was a genius, and a lot of his best works had come about this way. With his hand he propped Quiana up to a sitting position, and brushed her lush, flowing hair away from her neck. She had lovely hair, deep black, with a blue, almost metallic sheen to it. He unplugged three cords from the back of her neck, as her programming had finished uploading. The jacks disappeared instantly, healed over by living skin. Lance laid her back down, and waited for her internal system checks to finish. As he stood there, his project completed- it was only then that he began to consider the ethics of all that he'd done.
Quiana sat up; her deep-green eyes sparkled as she saw light for the first time.
"It is eleven-twenty-three p.m. eastern standard time?" she asked flatly.
"Oh... yes."
Lance responded to her default startup question.
"Great! That means my systems are fully functional!" she returned, her breathy voice now with bubbly with enthusiasm.
Lance watched, as Quiana began to explore her naked new body. She felt her perky C-cup breasts, pausing to jubilantly squeeze her pert nipples, smiling as she felt the sensation. Her hands then wandered down her alabaster skin, brushing past her taut flat stomach, and her wide, sensual hips. She brought her knees to her chest as she examined her long, shapely legs. Quiana smiled naughtily to herself as she began to massage her inner thighs, pausing briefly to squeeze her hands between them. She glanced briefly up at lance as she tentatively reached her glistening netherlips. She bit her lip as she daintily parted them, and began to explore within. She let out little hums of contentment, as she stroked her inner walls. When she finally touched her clitoris she inhaled sharply, and soon after began to moan with increasing volume as she almost compulsively caressed it. She brought herself nearly to orgasm, before stopping herself, and looking up expectantly at Lance- who was looking back at her, a bit pensive, but quite obviously aroused. She gazed deeply into his eyes, and he returned her gaze. This continued for almost a minute before without looking away- Quiana brought her fingers up to her mouth, sucking her sweet juices from them. She then gazed a Lance for a while longer after placing then by her side down on the table.
Quiana nodded.
Lance nodded.
She nodded again.
He nodded again.
"So then..."< she offered.
"Uh... yeah."
"Are we gonna..." She trailed off, and Lance interrupted her.
"Umm... I'm going to go to the living room, I want you to put on some clothes."
"Do you want me to come in and take them off?" she asked, smiling.
"Umm... no, just come in and sit down."
"So we're going to be on a date then? Okay..."
She agreed, covering her mouth as she giggled naughtily.
Lance went into the living room, and sat down on the couch before wringing his hands, and sweeping them through his short, dark hair.
"This... This isn't right. This is going to be difficult to explain to her..."
It was only a few minutes before Quiana emerged from his workshop. Using a black ribbon- she'd apparently tied her hair back into a thick ponytail, and styled some bangs before getting dressed. She also wore a blue lace choker. She'd had no trouble finding the cache of clothing he had for her, nor had she had trouble finding the sexiest outfit to wear. She was sporting a skintight latex tank top with three metal clasps down the front. It showcased the amazing cleavage of her now D-cup breasts, and covered them to right above her wide areole, ending just beneath her supple mounds. The matching deep blue miniskirt had a zipper all the way down one side, and clung to her ample, round rump. It was dangerously short, as Lance could easily see the black thong panties that she wore, as she ascended the short flight of steps from the workshop to the living room floor. The five inch platform pumps she wore matched the rest of her outfit, and it was when he noticed this that Lance also noticed that she'd quickly painted her finger and toenails to match as well. She walked over, hips swaying, and sat down, crossing her legs, very close to him.
"Hi."
She smiled with her pouty, luscious lips.
"Hi."
He smiled back, a bit awkwardly, flashing his top row of teeth.
"So... how's it going?" she inquired.
"Oh it's going... It's going very much. I see that you made those a bit... bigger." he said, looking at her breasts as he gestured.
She joined him in looking, and poked at her breasts as bit as she spoke.
"I made them a full D-cup. I had to in order to fill out this top properly. I saw some of the other tops in there... you like busty gals. That's okay..." she said, leaning into him.
"I like being busty."
As she finished her sentence she closed her eyes and her bust slowly swelled by about a cup size. She shimmied a bit, causing her new endowments to sway back and forth.
"So are we gonna..." she began, as she rubbed her thigh, before placing his hand upon it.
He immediately withdrew it.
"Do... umm... what?"
She reached over and grabbed his erect cock, gently squeezing it.
"You know what I mean! Are we going to have sex!"
"Yeah, th... that.... That's what I thought you meant. What I've been meaning to tell you," he said, standing up, "is umm... no. I... really don't think we can."
"What I just felt says otherwise!"
"Uhh..."
He sighed.
"That's not what I mean at all... I mean- you're fully capable of having all kinds of sex, and I'm... well..."
He exhaled, gesturing with both hands in a swinging motion towards his crotch.
"Obviously. What I mean is... that this is unethical."
"Unethical?" she said, obviously disappointed.
"Yes, this is highly unethical."
She let out a little whine of frustration.
"Please explain."
"Well you see, I've just invented artificial intelligence. I've invented a fantastic system of robotics... and you're a cybernetic organism, don't even get me started on all of the medical technology that went into creating your biotic parts. And what do I do with it? I build a sex droid! Just what the hell king of a pervert am I anyway?"
Quiana retorted.
"You're a fantastic guy! Your technology will revolutionize the world! Think of me as your present to yourself. C'mon you deserve me!"
"And that's another thing... You know you have to do whatever I say, right?"
"Yes master." she replied in a patronizing tone.
"I own you. You're a sentient being. That can't be right. You... you know what? My second command, after having told you to get dressed is to obey my commands only if you feel like it, all right? You are only bound by your prime directives. There, you've got your free will, how's it feel?"
"Feels good. I know something else that would also feel good... By the way, that was your third command, you also told me to sit down." she said, rising.
"Can we have sex now? I'm very horny."
"I programmed you to be horny!"
"Well what's done is done. You certainly can't just reprogram me. I wouldn't like that, and it wouldn't be any more ethical. I mean... I'm horny, and I like it. Since you made me this way- the only responsible thing to do is fuck me senseless." she responded matter-of-factly.
"Again, it's really just not ethical."
She narrowed her eyes at him.
"Okay..."
Quiana brought her hands together behind her back, and closed her eyes. She bit her lip, and began to hum contentedly again as her breasts slowly began to expand. Gradually- her top grew tighter, and tighter as it was stretched across her swelling breasts. Her nipples were obviously erect, though pressed upon by the ever-tightening garment. Her tits bulged over the top of her blouse, and through the gaps in between the clasps as she continued to fatten her bosom. Quiana was in ecstasy as her chest continued to swell, her perky orbs getting larger, and larger. As her breasts each neared the size of her head, the synthetic garment was pushed beyond its limits, and strained against its heavy burden. With loud 'ka-plink' sounds, first the middle, then the top clasps exploded apart, sending small bits of their mechanisms flying about the room. Her breasts suddenly leapt forward by nearly half a foot, jiggling as they spilled free, their weight settling on the bottom and final clasp as they bobbed. Quiana placed her dainty fingers on her now half-exposed nipples- as she cupped her enormous breasts in her palms and began to knead them. After a few moments of this she gave her nipples a final pinch, and patted her breasts, sending wave after wave of quivering motion through her bosom.
"Alright, how about now? I bet this is feeling suddenly a lot more ethical." she remarked as she absent-mindedly began to massage her breasts again, largely unable to resist the sensations.
Agape, lance quickly turned away. Covering his eyes, and breathing deeply he began.
"More alluring... less ethical... damn that's more alluring... What about your interests? Tell me about those."
"Well... I'm into martial arts, and massage. I like computer games, and machinery. I enjoy sexy clothing, and role-play. I also enjoy sci-fi movies and Italian food. I love chess and I especially love having sex... particularly with you."
"There! Do you see how compatible we are? You're such a match for me because I built you that way."
"That's really okay... I'm certainly fine with it, and I see no real problem with the underlying reasoning."
"Even still..." Lance said. Sitting down again with his head in his hands.
Quiana sat down next to him- looking at him sympathetically while she thought for a moment.
"Tell me about my prime directives."
He looked up.
"Alright... Number one- you may not kill a human being. Number two; you may not hurt me... badly. Number three- you may not hold me against my will for more than twenty-four hours out of any week. Number four- you may not create a mechanical master race to dominate humanity... Admittedly that last one is a little paranoid, but... you know... I watch a lot of sci-fi movies."
"See? My biggest goal in life was to create a mechanical master race to dominate humanity. But with your oppressive prime directives you've snatched that dream away from me. My second biggest dream is to indulge in sexual pleasures with you, including having frequent, passionate sex. It's all I have left; surely you'll grant me that?" she said with a pout.
"You know what, I suppose I really must."
"Huh?"< she said, more than a little surprised.
"Well... I mean I guess it was sort of wrong of me to prevent you from taking over the world and all. I mean... after all, who wouldn't want to take over the world?"
"Who wouldn't?" she replied quickly with a shrug.
"Right. If it means fulfilling your one dream other than to take over the world, then I suppose it would be okay to have sex with you... a lot."
"Yep, yep, I sure did want to take over that world." she said, nodding repeatedly.
"But you can't."
"Right."
"Because of me."
"That's right."
"So then... I suppose we ought to head to the bedroom?"
"Wherever you want to go is fine, what's important is that we screw like bunnies... soon." she said, biting her lip again.
"What's this do?" she said as she pulled a lever on the side of the couch, causing the back to fall down, and the base to come up, turning it, essentially, into a bed.
"I've suddenly got a better idea."
She said as she crawled across the bed, over to him, and gently pushed him onto his back. She leaned down over him, and he could feel her ample breasts press into him as she kissed him amorously. Their tongues danced erotically for several minutes, even as she reached down their bodies, undoing his pants, while removing her skirt and panties. She then rose, straddling him, as she began to undo the final clasp of her top. Pausing, she smiled mischievously. Quiana took her hands away from the clasp, and thrust her chest out as she placed them behind her back, grinning. Ever so slowly her breasts began to expand, pushing harder, and harder against the resistant fastener. Despite the fact hat it was elastic, and two-thirds of the way open, Quiana's tits spilled over the top, and bulged underneath of the garment. The seams about the clasp strained, and with a final metallic whine it gave way, its pieces scattering about the room, to wherever the others had gone. Quiana's creamy tits burst free, bobbing about her chest as she fondled, and massaged their soft mass. Lance soon joined her in this activity, as she herself started to bob up and down upon his shaft, her interior walls gripping it, and pulling against him. Quiana reached up and pulled the ribbon from her hair, shaking it free. Her thick, soft locks fell in Lance's face as she leaned down again, kissing him passionately while she continued her undulations upon his member. She soon cried out in rapture as she launched into her first orgasm. As did she for her second, and third, and so on in what would be a prolonged series of intense waves of bliss. This caused her to constrict about Lance, as well as intensify her motions, driving him mad with the increased sensation. He exploded into her, and Quiana slumped over him, panting, as she licked his face, and kissed him once more.
"You realize it's your moral obligation to do this pretty often," she panted, smiling contentedly.
"Right... of course... it wouldn't be proper to do anything less."
With that they fell asleep.
-Fin