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Summary: A guy escapes from a confined walled city to explore the world that was abandoned years ago. What will he find? Monstergirls. Lots of em
Contains: F/fm, monstergirls, gentle femdom, femdom, bondage, lots of tickling, milking, tease and denial, edging.
DARK THEMES: Bad-ends aka permanent/semi-permanent slavery or capture, semi-creepy monstergirls.
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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 The anchor had been replaced by, to little surprise, a Vega android.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.
