"At last!" Julian cackled. "My masterwork shall be complete!"
His triumphant shout echoed in the laboratory, ringing off bubbling beakers and cold, stone walls. Dynamos hummed and wiring snaked along the floor to the Iron Maiden that had been retrofitted to serve as a mold. The gauges were primed, the slime tanks full and bubbling with the essence of his new creation, soon to be injected and form his new servant.
After all, what self-respecting genius wouldn't have a loyal servant? And yet, he did not! But hiring one was so onerous, not to mention expensive! And it cost money to keep up a lonely castle atop the hill in peak-lightning storm territory. Besides, why hire when he could create!
But he wouldn't create just any patched together drudge. No! Not he! His brilliance demanded, yes, demanded better! And thanks to all the slimes that populated the lower dungeons, he had ample material. Many thought a slime merely a nuisance or something to annoy low grade adventurers, but they were fools! They didn't see the potential!
Well, that only showed Julian's superiority. One which he would demonstrate here! Now! As Julian grabbed the immense switch, and pulled it down!
The hiss of hydraulics signalled the injectors working. The bubbling blue slime in the containers drained, rushing down the tubing and into the iron maiden. The eyeholes glowed as the mold within fulfilled its purpose. As heat compressed and electricity charged and crackled. Julian grinned as the tanks lowered themselves down, down, soon draining to nothing.
Steam plumed from the maiden as it split open, and Julian beheld his new servant. She was stunning. Incredible. Her full figure was without a stitch of clothes and exact to his specifications. After all, when one created life, why not to their preference? And she had that for sure. Full, firm breasts swelled from her chest. Hips curved in a perfect hourglass. A face soft and beautiful with long, sleek hair of rubbery texture. Her eyes slowly opened, glowing with the life that animated her.
"Success!" Julian crowed. "Now rise. Rise, my creation!"
She blinked slowly, her eyes still glowing their soft, purple light. She slowly rose, drawn out of the maiden like a gelatin mold given animation. She looked at her hands, then him, and her face lit up like an errant spark coursed through her.
"Master," she said, her voice thrumming like a hum of pure energy. "How may I serve?"
Julian beamed. This, then, was his true masterwork. Anyone could mold the figure of a woman. But to give a slime some rudimentary intelligence was a true triumph! Admittedly, she wouldn't be terribly smart. No need for that. Having a brainless bimbo to look after the lab was just what he needed, after all.
"Creature," he said. "I will call you... Galatea! Yes, that's fitting."
"A lovely name, master," she said, her eyes glowing bright with love, her heart-shaped core pulsing between her ample breasts.
"Yes, it is, isn't it? I must tell Raymond! That fool will be so jealous!"
Tittering, Julian raced in a swirl of labcoat towards the phone in the far wall. He grabbed it, spinning the number wheel.
Only for Galatea to take the phone from his hand and hang it up.
Julian looked at her, glaring. "What is the meaning of this, Galatea?"
The creature smiled, her eyes shining, glowing, and Julian found himself staring at those bright, brilliant eyes. "Master," she said. "You must be so tired after your work."
Julian blinked. "Tired?" he said.
"Yes, master. So tired from working so hard to create me. To form me. Form me so perfectly for your service. You wouldn't want to gloat to your rival when tired, would you, master?"
Julian stared, watching her eyes glow. Pulse. "I... I suppose that's true. Wouldn't want to say something that took away from... from the moment..."
"Of course, master," Galatea said sweetly, touching his arm. "And especially since you... haven't tested me... thoroughly..."
Julian sucked in a breath as Galatea moved his arm to her breast, letting him cup a malleable teat. "O-oh," he said.
"Mmm," she moaned softly. "Wouldn't it be wise, master," she continued, "to know more? To be able to... thoroughly show off your genius?"
"M-more?" Julian gasped as he automatically fondled her breast, squeezing and massaging that plush teat with almost mindless fascination.
"Of course, master," Galatea crooned, her eyes glowing warm. "There's so much about me you still don't know..."
"There is?"
"Of course, master. Let me show you..."
Julian... supposed that was right. After all, he should know... know everything there was about his creation before he showed her off. And there would be so much to explore. He could tell as she pressed against his side, walking him out of the lab, his hand still glued to her breast. He only realized where they were going when the door opened and he found himself in his bedroom, the floor strewn with books and bed nearly lost amid curtains of purple cloth.
"W-wait... Where..."
"Relax, master," Galatea cooed as her hands touched his chest, unbuttoned his coat. "I am here to serve."
Serve.
The word nailed into Julian with every beat of her glowing eyes. He couldn't stop thinking about it. About her. About how lovely she was. Perfect she was. How soft her breast felt. How soft her lips were as she kissed him. As his jacket, his pants, his every stitch of clothing fluttered to the floor. She was still kissing him as he fell back onto the bed, with Galatea atop him, straddling his waist, his cock pressed beneath the silky smoothness of her pussy.
"Oh f-fuck," Julian breathed as he looked over the faintly luminous skin of his creation. "You're beautiful."
"Thank you, master," Galatea said, smiling prettily. "But it's no surprise. I am your creation. Your creature. You made these shiny, pretty, sparkly eyes. These big, bouncy, softest tits. These eager, clever hands. This tight, silky pussy..."
"I a-am pretty great," Julian panted as Galatea gently rubbed herself against his cock, her pussy smooth and his hardness aching.
"I know, master. So clever. So smart. So brilliant. That's why you need to relax, master. A tense master can make mistakes. And you could never afford to make a mistake. That's why you need a servant. An obedient girl who'll do just anything you ask. Anything you wish. Who'll know what you need before you even say it. The perfect servant. The perfect... slave..."
Julian was breathing hard as she ground herself down on his cock. Pleasures of the flesh never attracted him, but that was before Julian knew they could feel so good! He stared up into her shining eyes, her bouncing breasts as her hips slowly rose.
"Let us learn... more... master," Galatea cooed, and sheathed him in her.
"Mnnnnn!" Julian moaned as her pussy enveloped his cock in the softest, tightest vice he had ever known. Fuck! He really was a genius if he created such a perfect pussy. He gasped, grabbed her hips, pumping up into her tight depths.
"Yessssss," Galatea moaned, her eyes pulsing with light, her breasts bouncing as her luminous form rode his cock. "Oh master... Was I everything you wanted? Everything you needed?"
"Yes. Fuck yes!" Julian gasped as she bucked atop him.
"Are my breasts as lovely and soft as you wanted?"
"Yessss!"
"My eyes so bright and brilliant?"
