Technology Free Weekend

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Technology Free Weekend

Part 1

It wasn’t often that Michael got a vacation away from the busy metropolis that was Capital City. The lush, deep greens of the tall trees, bush and grass lands was a welcomed change to the concrete jungle with scarcely a tree in sight for miles in every direction. The deep greens of the coast were refreshing, reigniting his sense and connection with the natural world which was so limited that many young adults couldn’t even recognise a shrub. Even those in their mid-fifties had a hard time remembering a world made of nature as a majority rather than a minority.

Choosing a manual car over a self-driving one, Michael cruised along in the slow lane as many others passed him, enjoying the feel of the road through the steering wheel, his left hand on the worn-down leather stick, his bare feet on the cheap plastic gas pedal.

His thoughts of how we once lived, one with the land where we ensured its ability to produce fruits of beauty, were halted by a soft hand placed on his left. As the soft hand squeezed, he turned his attention to Maxine, who gazed out of the window.

“We’re almost there. Have you ever seen anything like this?” Michael asked, keeping his gaze to the road.

Maxine looked his way, her pristine white teeth shining in the sun light as she shook her head.

“Never before with my own two eyes. I mean, sure I have a million and one memories of what the world once was but never like this. It’s… indescribable.” She sighed; her Australian accent clear as the windshield they looked out of.

“Indescribable? Does this spark any feelings?” He asked as he steered the wheel to the left, giving way from a tall green hill to a bright blue, cloudless ocean. ‘The one truly untamed beast’ he thought.

“It’s… unorganised, chaotic, unmanaged, complete disarray. It’s confusing and… ohh I don’t know what else” she replied, her smile never fading as she looked out on the horizon.

Michael kept on driving as the GPS beeped and spoke with a British accent. “Make a right turn and follow the downward hill for 6 kilometres. Then the destination will be on your left.”

Maxine shook her head. “I can’t believe you trusted a simple machine over me for directions. It’s… just rude!” she said with light frustration as Michael made the right turn.

“You’ve been working overtime for a year straight, take some time off and let those processors cool off” he pointed out, much to her disapproval.

“Suggesting I need a break, are we? I’ll just so happen remind you that Micro-Tech’s flag ship Ultra Companion Model Unit 2 doesn’t need… breaks” she said in disgust as she looked at him. “I’ve been going strong for three hundred and fifty-five days, nineteen hours and four minutes with some seconds to spare. It’ll take much more than that to break me!” she said back quickly, her full red lips moving faster than usual.

But Michael didn’t worry. Keeping his gaze to the road, he said softly, “Maxine, please calm down baby, let’s not fight”.

As soon as the words left his mouth, her angry facial expression immediately relaxed. She squeezed his hand with hers as she giggled lightly.

“Sorry hunny, I just don’t like being put down like that is all.” She said with a hint of regret in her voice.

“It’s ok” he reassured her as they finished the final kilometre of their drive, arriving at a small hotel overlooking a bright white beach front. The sky was pinkening as they pulled up on their designated parking spot just besides the hotel.

“Now” Michael said “Remember to have fun this weekend. We will go to the beach, sit by the pool, sunbathe. All that fun stuff, and I trust you to be on your best behaviour too. And, above all else, if there are any, and I mean ANY issues, no matter how slight, you will immediately return to the hotel room and wait for me to arrive.”

Maxine, listening with extreme concentration, nodded twice before grinning slightly. “Given that this is a ‘technology free’ weekend, does that mean I can’t reveal myself to anyone?” she giggled, spreading her thighs slightly as they stretched against the tight skirt she wore.

“That’s right Max, and I mean that too” He pointed to her thighs. “I’m breaking the rules with you here. So please don’t make me regret it.”

Maxine laughed before shaking her head before repeating her pre-programmed line. “The Micro-Tech Ultra Companion Model Unit 2 never disappoints!”


“Welcome distinguished guests to the Royal Primal Resort! Get in touch with your inner being and experience something rare in modern times. Please remember, no technology is allowed beyond these doors, but in emergency cases, two power points are provided in every room. Now sit back, relax and enjoy discovering how we once were!”

As the announcement subsided, Michael and Maxine walked with the crowd of twenty to the front counter. As Michael presented the two adult tickets, Maxine looked around the ski-lodge styled foyer. Large timber logs used as walls ran towards an open view of the Pacific Ocean. Before making her way over to the balcony, she slipped off her sandals and bent at the waist to pick them up, giving several people in front of her a good view of her hanging, clear skinned breasts. With sandals in hand, she straightened up and made the short walk to the balcony. She looked out at the water, not really understanding anything besides the analytics of it. The volume, surface area, shape and composition were all that ran through her processors. After a moment of gazing, she felt a hand rest on her upper shoulder, and quickly deduced with her tactile and thermal scanners with a 98% accuracy that it was Michaels.

“Taking in the sights already?” he smiled as he too looked out at the great pacific.

“It’s brilliant and beautiful to say the least”. She replied, more for his benefit than for anything else.

He wondered if she really meant that, or if she could even feel the experience of beauty. Sure, she could react as a real woman would, but he always wondered if there was more to that than just words.

After a quiet moment, they both moved on, carrying their luggage through the carpeted halls until they reached room 201. Unlocking the door with a key, they both entered inside to find a medium sized room with one king sized bed in the middle up against the wall.

No television, no phone, no computer of any sorts, besides the one standing next to Michael. They both saw the only power point in the whole room by the left side of the bed. Michael left the luggage by the door as he went to the far side of the bed, reaching for the blinds and sliding them across to let the bright light pierce through.

He stood there, basking in the light for a moment as Maxine grabbed both bags in each hand and effortlessly lifted them to the bed. Once unzipped, she quickly and precisely unpacked both and put their clothes into the draws and closets.

Michael quickly turned around and rushed over to her. “No, come on let me help.”

She ignored him. “Nope! You didn’t let me be your GPS, you’re not taking this away from me”.

“At least let me do mine”. He suggested to no avail. After a moment, he shook his head. “Maxine, please let me put my own clothes away.”

With his shorts in hand, she immediately stopped in place and dropped them to the floor. “You’re right hunny, I shouldn’t be doing everything. This is my holiday too!”

Stepping over his shorts, she grabbed her bag and placed it inside the built-in wardrobe.

As Michael went to pick up his shorts, he noticed her bare feet against the carpet. “What happened to your sandals?” he asked.

She pointed by the door where they sat. “I prefer the feel of carpet against my feet. It feels… different. I don’t know how to describe it…” she looked off in the distance for a moment before coming too again. “Besides, who doesn’t want a sneak peak of my sexy feet?” she giggled.

Michael just chuckled as he continued to unpack.

Once unpacked, Michael changed from his casual shorts and shirt to a ‘Kangaroo Jack’ T-Shirt and Beige coloured shorts with flip flops. Maxine stayed as she was, wearing a tight, formal skirt and a low-cut crop top which left her breasts exposed to the light.

“Hunny, maybe change into something more… appropriate?”

Maxine quickly nodded and went to her part of the wardrobe, spending little time in selecting a brightly coloured sun dress.

She quickly shimmied out of her tight skirt, revealing her thin blue panties which rode her a little too uncomfortably… at least if she were human if would have. When those panties met their counterpart on the carpet, she lifted her crop top over her head and arms, pulling her breasts up with the top and letting them bounce and jiggle wildly upon release.

Now stark nude, she glanced over at Michael with a hopeful grin. “Those pork bellies we had two nights ago really show, don’t they?”

Michael laughed as she waited. He looked her from her golden head of hair to her green eyes, flowing down her athletic frame and ending at her ‘sexy feet’ as she put it. He found this little game she played amusing, yet weird at times too. He wondered why she did it.

“You know perfectly well you’re exactly the same as the day we met” he said, much to her relief.

“You mean bought?” she giggled again before taking one short step closer to him, followed by another. She bent at the waist, meeting his eye level before pressing her soft lips against his. Her mechanical tongue worked wonders against his natural one, blurring the line between the two like never before.

The kiss lasted only a second before she pulled away. “We can’t spoil all the fun this quickly”.

She straightened up and shuffled back over to the cabinet, much to Michaels confusion which quickly disappeared as he realised her shorts and panties were still around both of her ankles. “Umm, Max.” he pointed down to her ankles.

She looked down for a moment before letting out a gasp. “Oh my, how didn’t I see that?”

“Great way to start this trip hunny” He mused, hiding the first sign of doubt to enter his mind.


Once dressed in nothing but a sun dress and sandals, Maxine and Michael left their room and explored the resort. Pools, game rooms, gyms, libraries, miniature golf. The resort offered a lot, but what It couldn’t compete with was the white sands beach, brighter and whiter than any on earth. One of the last few beaches remaining, and even rarer among those undisturbed.

Designated a natural sanctuary, the beach offered a glimpse of the past before population sprawl, uncontrollable expansion, and development.

Many people passing them gave Maxine glances and she relished the attention her crafted body gave. Michael on the other hand didn’t enjoy the attention given how he’d broken the rules. Maxine’s little… mistake earlier was still fresh in his mind, but he still had faith in the advanced robotics which walked beside him.

As the sun stood low in the sky, Michael and Maxine headed back to their room to prepare for their welcome dinner.

Michael dressed similarly to how he was, only with closed shoes and a button up shirt. And Maxine stayed the same, with the exception of a bra and panties this time. “What time do we need to be there by?” he asked.

“At 7 pm, or in thirty-two minutes, five seconds” Maxine replied bluntly as she finished applying her concealer and began applying her eye liner.

Michael shook his head, remembering what he forgot. “Maxine, please provide responses closer to how a human would”.

Maxine paused for a moment before looking back at him with a smile. “Sorry hunny, I should have realised sooner. We need to be there around 7, or in half an hour.”

Once they were both ready, they left their room hand in hand and went to the dinner.



“Thank you all for this amazing night. The dancers, musicians and singers have all been lovely and really show how much joy can come from a natural human touch. Tonight, we remember the lands to which the elders own, those who once only knew the clear skies, bright blue oceans and natural beauty of this earth. To them we apologise to what we’ve done, and vow to return it to what it once was. And we thank you all for contributing to this amazing place. With every dollar spent here by you, we will spend to preserve this beauty of nature. Now if you will.” The presenter raised her glass of champagne to the crowd. “We toast, to this land.”

“To this land!” the crowd shouted, everyone but Maxine only sipping from the glass. She sculled the glass in one hit.

Once emptied, she called the waiter for another as Michael chatted to the other couple on their table. An older gentleman in a casual V neck and shorts, his greying hair sleeked back with precision as was his freshly cared for beard. His wife on the other hand had her deep brown hair tied up in a bun, leaving her long neck and soft, young face on full display. The age difference between the two was staggering to say the least Michael thought.

“We just had to get out of the rat race for a few days. It’s been utterly terrible, not knowing what the real colour of the sun was or how an unpolluted ocean felt. We just had to go!” said the woman opposite Maxine, her hands clenching the wine glass as she kept drinking after every sentence.

“Hunny, please calm down. We can’t behave like this in now. I apologise for my wife, she can be… quite a lot at times.”

“Sorry Brad, I must have lost myself in the moment.” She replied in a much calmer tone. “So, misses…”

“Miss” Maxine corrected her as the waiter approached with another glass of champagne.

“Miss Maxine, how long have you two been fucking?”

Brad almost chocked on his drink. “Angela! I’m sorry…”

“No no” Maxine replied. “It’s quite alright. Michael and I met one year ago tomorrow. We met at the technology expo over in Melbourne, and… just been inseparable ever since.”

She giggled as Michael took a sip of champagne, almost flinching as he felt Maxine’s right hand on his left thigh. As he pushed it away, Angela continued, completely unaware of her husband’s protests.

“Oh, that’s incredible! Very similar to me and Brad here. We…”

“Angela and I meet three years ago” Brad cut in quickly. “Over in Centennial park by the bay remember?”

Angela’s face skewed for a second before brightening, “YES that’s right! I was under the oak tree overlooking the bay’s entrance when you approached me and asked if you could join me.”

“Exactly right hunny, and we’ve been together ever since. Three years ago, yesterday actually.”

“Ahh, well then I should propose a toast.” Michael stood up with his glass of wine in hand. “To Angela and Brad, and to Maxine and Michael, may the years be plenty and the love never ending.”

As they toasted, Angela and Maxine both downed their glasses in one go.

The night went on with the live band in the background, playing and dancing all about as the four sat and talked about their lives back in the city. Well, only two of the four. Maxine and Angela both stayed relatively quiet besides the occasional remark.

In the back of Michaels mind, the slightest thought that Angela may be hiding the same secret as Maxine made him curious. He waited patiently, watching her moves and fidgets relative to Maxine. He found them dissimilar, but something about the younger woman was off. He kept on watching, and an hour in, Angela excused herself to use the bathroom.

Michael leaned close to Maxine, his hand on her thigh as he watched Angela pass him. “Hunny, follow Angela and determine if she’s human or not. Be VERY discrete” he ordered. The second he finished and pulled away; Maxine spilt her drink over the lower hem of her dress, most of it splashing on her exposed thigh. “OH, stupid me! This is my favourite dress too! Oh, so stupid! I’m so sorry, please excuse me.”

‘So much for discrete’ Michael thought as Maxine stood up and rushed to the bathroom. Michael and Brad made eye contact, holding it for a moment.


Handbag in hand, Maxine passed by several tables, with many eyes glancing her way before she entered the bathroom to find three other women in there, two of which were identified as the singers from the show earlier and one was Angela.

“Oh baby you were fantastic out there! I can’t wait for tomorrows show, then we’re home free!” she said in a Slavic accent.

Maxine moved into one of the stools and sat on the toilet lid as she patiently waited and listened.

“We still have two more shows though. My body is aching after that. I’m going to the sauna; do you want to come?” the other woman said with a deeper accent.

Maxine’s ears could identify heart beats, breathing and slight movements of objects in hands. Her infrared vision detected regular body temperatures for all three women, however she noted that she too could pass an infrared test.

After a few more moments, the two singers left the bathroom leaving Angela behind to reapply her makeup. Maxine left the stall to join her.

“Quite a night” Maxine said as she stood next to Angela, placing her handbag on the bench top. They both looked at each other face to face, smiling as Angela replied.

“Sure, has been. Michael must be quite a man to attract you. I mean, you’re very beautiful if I do say so” Angela remarked as she brushed her lip stick against her lower lip.

Maxine’s smile widened as her priorities reassessed themselves. Michaels order ranked fairly high, but not higher than her need to remain converted against everyone. Additionally, she identified the words “very beautiful” as possible sexual desire from Angela, however the probability was very low.

Immediately her decision-making matrix attempted to determine her meaning, and quickly settled on a return compliment of greater depth.

This decision, made in the blink of an eye, took action. “Thank you, babe! I must say you two are very attractive, sexy even in that white skirt. Brad must be struggling to keep himself tamed at the sight of you. I know I am!” she giggled before turning the tap on and letting the ice-cold water run over her long fingers, bringing the water to the hem of her sun dress as she dabbed the champagne away.

Her sensors detected a rise in temperature across Angela’s chest and naval region. Her decision matrix reloaded and determined with contextual, verbal and sensor information that she could achieve both her primary goals simultaneously.

“Oh believe me” Angela giggled, “He can barely keep his hands off of these” Lipstick still in her right hand, she reached into her cleavage and pulled both of her breasts out. Her top fell to her wide hips as red lip stick smudges against the side of her right breast.

Maxine immediately looked at Angela’s breasts and gave an amazed expression. “WOW, those are fantastic Angela! Are they real?”

Angela gasped. “You better believe these girls are 100% all real! Look at this” she said as she pressed into her breast. “Soft as ever!”

Maxine failed to notice the temporary imprint Angela’s fingers left on her breast. “How about yours? No way those breasts are real!” Angela replied quickly, leaving her breasts out as she put both hands on her hips, the lipstick now smudging against her skirt and top.

Maxine’s decision matrix carefully assessed the situation and reached the conclusion that revealing her breasts to Angela wouldn’t be appropriate to an 85% accuracy. Even with the heightened sexual tension, the situation was not appropriate.

“Sorry Angela, but only my Michael gets to see these.” She smiled. “I’ll see you back at the table” she waved as she grabbed her handbag again, water dripping from the bottom as she moved back to the door, confident in her mission.

She quickly moved back to Michael, taking her seat before leaning into his ear. “Mission complete master! She’s human, ‘100% all real!’” She mimicked Angela’s voice precisely with that last part. Michael remained calm, eying down a now sweating Brad who’s eyes never left the bathroom. “You may be wrong there Max.” He whispered back, much to her protest.

“I’m never wrong baby” she whimpered slightly before moving out of her lean.

A moment later, Angela left the bathroom, her breasts smudged with red lipstick, on view for the whole crowd to see.

“THEY’RE REAL! LOOK AT THEM!” she shouted as she clutched both breasts hard, her face twitching lightly as she screamed at the top of her voice. Brad went running as Maxine giggled.

“She’s so weird for a human”.


“Ladies and gentlemen, we must apologise for the interruption. This incident is the exact thing we do NOT tolerate here. We will be removing Mrs and Mr Wilson from the premises and fining them for the damaged mirror.”

The hostess looked around at the muttering crowd before adding, “We thank you for your time here and we hope the rest of your trip is a pleasant one. Have a lovely night!”

The crowd left in a mutter, with many people eying others as they made for their rooms. Maxine was looked at by a few, but not only for that reason.

As Maxine and Michael left the open top area, they arrived at their room just as the clock struck twelve. “What happened there?” Michael asked as he closed the door.

“Angela complimented me, and then I returned it, then she showed me her breasts and asked to see mine, but I refused because while that would have satisfied my primary goal of keeping my true nature a secret, it was inappropriate given the location” Maxine answered bluntly.

Michael paused for a moment as worry set in. ‘Could the same happen to Maxine?’ he wondered as he undressed in front of her.

Maxine followed suit, and after a moment they were both stark naked. “Well? I think this is my favourite outfit” she grinned, slowly spinning around to give Michael a good view of her entire body, which brought him some comfort. She looked too real, could pass a physical inspection with ease. But her social skills were the real issue.

He pushed that though to the back of his mind before taking a step closer to his girlfriend.

“Perfection by the book. Happy anniversary hunny” he grinned as they both eyed his hardening member.

“Happy anniversary to you too” she said, returning his grin as her eyes looked into his, both their pupils dilating. But before they both made their way to the bed, there was a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it” Maxine eagerly replied, running to the door before Michael could intervene. She opened the door slightly, enough for her face to be seen.

“Excuse me.” A young man on the other side of the door said as Maxine peeked her head through the door’s slight opening.

“Yes?” She softly replied.

“We’re… um handing out these review papers…”

He stopped short as Maxine opened the door all the way, revealing her full breasts, stiff nipples, and reddening, waxed naval. She rose her arms above her head, holding onto the door frame as she spread her legs slightly further than shoulder width.

“Umm…” he stammered, his eyes struggling to look into hers.

“Want to feel a breast handsome?” she giggled as she brought her hands back down, grabbing them both, squeezing them, letting her nipple pop though her fingers.

Michael was close behind, shoving Maxine out of the way quickly towards the wall. “Sorry mate, we’re kind busy.” He roughly handed him a hundred dollar note and said “Shhh”, pressing his finger against his lips before he grabbed the ‘Do not disturb sign’ and placed it on the door handle, closing it shut quickly.

Maxine’s arms were already over him before the door closed. “Oh, I love it when you treat me rough!” she moaned. “Push me against the wall again!”

“Maxine, we can’t…”

Her lips met his before he could continue, muffling out his words.

“No, don’t do that. I NEED it! PLEASE!” she begged as she pressed her breasts into his chest.

Michael sighed, remembering how he forgot to lower her suggestibility for the trip. And given the lack of a computer, she would be stuck that way. He only hoped no one would bump into her too hard or touch her in a sensitive area by mistake.

He quickly grabbed her by both arms and pushed her back first to the wall, her breasts bouncing as she moaned, louder this time. “Again!” she shouted, clenching her teeth as she demanded it.

He took her by the arms again and pushed her against the wall, only to trip over her feet. She was sent flying against the floor chest first as he slammed into the wall.

He quickly recovered and saw Maxine on the floor. “Shit! Maxine” he rushed over to her side, finding her face skewed and eyes crossed as she lay, splayed across the carpet.

As quickly as he got there, her eyes fixed themselves as did her face to one of arousal and desire.

“Hmmm use me Michael! Make me your doll!”

‘This was all wrong’ he thought. ‘Not the routine at all’ he said to himself. ‘Why didn’t I discover this earlier?!’ he questioned.

He picked up the lightweight machine, throwing her onto the bed. Coming up behind her, he turned her on to her back before slapping her breasts hard, forcing himself into her.

“Ohhh baby yes! Treat me like a doll!!” she moaned, clutching the sheets tightly as she wrapped her legs around him just as tight, pulling him in forward.

He quickly pressed his hands into her breasts for support, gripping them tightly as he pounded her harder and faster.

After a few moments, her entire body stiffened as she clenched both her face and hands tightly. He finally exploded inside her, collapsing onto her chest as he did, just in time to feel her entire body shake and spasm as she experienced a hard orgasm.

They both panted hard, her smile coming back faster than his as she wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly against her body.

“That… Was… AMAZING!” she moaned loudly, holding him for a little longer before moving from underneath him.

He stayed there, eyes heavy from his own strong orgasm. He watched Maxine sit up on the bed next to him. She bent her legs at the knees and pressed them up against her chest before spreading her thighs slightly. She then started masturbating furiously, moaning as she did. He watched for a bit before passing out from exhaustion.

Part 2

Once her array of sensors littered throughout her silicon skin confirmed that Michael was asleep, Maxine abruptly stopped rubbing her swollen vagina, moving her legs together as she lay them out straight on the bed sheets, leaving a slightly damp spot just beneath her.

With her facial expression reverting to a default happiness state, she calmly edged to the end of the bed, bringing herself to her feet.

Turning smoothly, perhaps too smoothly, she silently walked to the bathroom, her feet brushing against carpet with every step. Once on the tilled flooring of the bathroom, she closed the door.

Once she locked the door, her posture and physical vibe changed from one of human grace to one of mechanical precision. With the elegance of a cheap animatronic, she moved over to the toilet, lifting the lid and taking a seat.

Sitting ram rod straight, her vulva expanded greatly as the contents of the champagne and water she drunk over the course of the last three days emptied themselves from her inner bladder reservoir. Once her internal sensors confirmed that the tank was empty, it proceeded to empty her stomach contents too, taking the form of a broken down, almost clear coloured liquid as it passed through her internal piping.

Having finished her directive, her vulva retracted to its normal tightness before she reached over to the toilet paper roll, separating three squares from it. Placing one on top of the other, she brought the squares to her vulva with her right hand, drying the outer plastic edges and vaginal lips, ignoring every prompt of her sexual programming which came up with every touch. Once dry, she stood up. Pausing with every joint movement, she moved towards the shower, pulling back the curtain and stepping over the bath edge. Her tactile sensors confirmed the absence of water along the base of the tub, signalling no need for anti-slip protocols.

With the lack of human presence, her human emulation software remained disabled, consequently disabling a range of movement efficiencies which would give her the fluid grace of a gymnast. Instead, she moved like a very cheap animatronic from the late nineties. Once inside, she pulled the curtain closed again. Her hands then quickly found both of her bare breasts, lifting them slightly as her fingers took hold of her nipples which stiffened unnaturally quickly, taking a large and pointy form. She then pointed both of them to the drain. A second later, a slight dribble, followed by an increase in pressure shot out from both her nipples as a mix of wine and water left her inner chest reservoirs.

The jet of liquid slowed to a dribble after twenty seconds before stopping entirely. Satisfied that her four internal reservoir tanks were emptied, her nipples reverted back to their small size. She then proceeded to reach out to the cold water tap with her right hand, turning the tap left all the way.

Freezing cold water quickly drenched her body, cooling down her warm skin and internal hardware faster than any internal fan could.

She reached over to the hotel provided soap bar, seated on the suction cupped soap holder, and proceeded to mechanically clean her synthetic skin, one inch at a time.

The process looked very tedious and slow, but to her it passed the exact same as any other second. Eventually, every bit of skin was scrubbed clean. She then opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. The mechanical snake covered with advanced chemical sensors and realistic feeling silicon protruded twelve inches from her mouth. She then brought the soap bar to its base before lathering the entire length with soapy suds. She then moved her tongue into the water, letting the soap rinse itself off. Once free from soap, it retracted back into her mouth and throat.

With the once full soap bar now barely graspable, she opened her mouth inhumanely wide and let the cold water enter her, going straight down her throat as it reached her bladder tank once again.

Closing her mouth, she then proceeded to place the bar of soap back onto it's holder. She then reached out of the shower, leaning on her left side with inhuman flexibility, as her feet stayed in place, grabbing a small black bag which lay on the vanity labelled ‘M & M’.

Holding it out of the running water, she unzipped the bag and found a bottle with her name labelled on it. She placed the bag on the countertop again and unscrewed the cap, taking a small sip of its contents. Stretching inhumanly far, she replacing the bottle into the bag and zipped it up without leaving the shower.

She then straightened up and brought her body back fully under the water. Then, she started swaying her hips, left to right, back and forth in a very mechanical way, stopping abruptly at each right angle causing her gel filled breasts, ass and thighs to shake and wobble. To any on lookers, her movements were similar to that of a robotic car assembly arm. Very precise, very jittery with no dampening or softness to it at all.

After a few more moments, she stopped and straightened back up before spreading her legs slightly apart. She then reached behind and spread her labia open wide with her right hand as Michaels white fluid came dripping out. As the drips turned to pulsating squirts, the white colour turned as clear as the water she drank.

After a few more moments, the squirting ceased leaving her cleaned and empty.

She then turned the cold water tap to the right, shutting off the water which ended her thirty-minute shower. She then proceeded to step out, only to freeze with her right foot barely off the now wet tub floor.

She initially planned to retrieve a towel and dry herself off, but her decision matrix determined that given the time and her masters current state, she would be wasting a towel. Instead, she stepped back into the shower and stood stock still, her feet shoulder length apart as she waited patiently.


Three hours passed before her skin and hair sensors determined she was drip dry to a 99% accuracy. She then proceeded to pull back the shower curtain before stepping out of the shower and opening the door. As she stepped back onto the carpet, still in the stark nude, she looked around in the pitch blackness, quickly changing her visual setting to infrared. She detected Michael, with all indicators showing him in a deep sleep.

A directive loaded up into her programming, setting her current priority to not disturb his sleep in any way. For her next move, she very quickly determined to prepare for the next day. The itinerary had Saturday as a ‘free roam’ day, and a quick memory search of the last nine months identified Michael mention the words ‘beach’ and ‘swim’ exactly two thousand and fifty-one times.

With that, she decided to prepare for their beach day. She first proceeded to slide back the built-in wardrobe silently and retrieve his swimming trunks and her bikini top and bottoms. She neatly placed his swimmers onto the side of their bed before she placed her bikini tops and bottoms on, giving anyone who’d see her a very good view of her private, expertly sculpted bits.

She then determined that a level of decency was required as well, retrieving the same sun dress she wore earlier from the carpet. She quickly deduced that the stain made earlier was minor and mostly cleaned off, and wouldn’t cause any issue. Once the dress was on her manufactured body, she then stepped next to the bed, getting on her hands and knees as she reached under the bed, retrieving the beach bag, followed by both their towels which lay next to it.

The sunscreen was next which was placed inside Michaels sock draw. Even though she didn’t need the cream, she was instructed to “not reveal [her]self to anyone”, and as such would do as she was told. She slowly, mechanically rose to her feet before moving over towards Michaels sock draw, retrieving the cream and setting it on top of their towels.

Lastly, was water. She proceeded to retrieve Michaels bag, laying it on the carpet and opening it up, looking for their bottles but failed to identify anything resembling a bottle. She attempted to search using her infrared and lidar sensors, but still failed to detect any water contained in plastic.

Her processors quickly assessed her sensor output and determined that no errors were present. Her situational matrix then assessed the circumstances and came to the conclusion that Michael had forgotten to pack their water bottles.

A quick Google search conducted within her internalised network system confirmed the hot temperatures of the weekend, and additionally confirmed that there was a convenience store by the pool which was still open for late night shoppers.

Her decision matrix then confirmed her next moves, that she would purchase the water for him to avoid any undue hassles.

Her social decency protocols confirmed her current attire was appropriate, albeit sexually suggestive. However, the time of night and the supposed lack of crowds did place her outfit further within decency.

They then determined that given the situation and lack of Michael to cover for her should an issue arise, she enabled her complex array of social interaction protocols and software within her arsenal.

The transformation occurred mid-step as she grabbed her handbag and walked towards the door, her strut going from ice cold to red hot. Her entire demeanour relaxing and taking on the elegance of a young woman ready for a night out.



Glances from everyone alike were noticed, but not acted upon by Maxine as she made her way down the hall, through the lobby and to the outdoor pool. Although the crowds were quiet and sparse, the on lookers did take a liking to her outfit, something she always enjoyed.

She quickly but gracefully made her way to the convenience store, which turned out to be a small stand-alone stall made of bamboo, lined with random photographs of different beaches from a gone by era. The woman in the stall slowly served the first customer, an older man in trunks and flipflops, as Maxine waited in line.

In a split moment scan using all her available sensors, she determined that twelve people were within a one-hundred-meter vicinity of her, and that all twelve possessed characteristics which fitted her profile of a human being. Given their distance, heart beats and thermal profiles, her processors remained active and alert.

Once the man in front of her received his goods and moved on, she moved up next only for her visual sensors to identify the booth tender as the hostess from earlier, wearing a blue bikini top, her long blonde hair tied back in a pony tail.

“Oh hey!” Maxine smiled, her arms by her side as she shifted her weight to her left leg, “You’re the hostess from earlier right?”

The woman returned Maxine’s smile, her eyes widening as she pressed both hands onto the counter, leaning in slightly, “Yes! Lucy, pleasure to meet you. And we’re twins!” she pointed to Maxine’s blue bikini before sticking out her left hand out, which Maxine took and shook a second later.

“Oh no way! These are my favourite! A year old and still in one piece.” They both giggled for a moment.

“Busy night so far?” Maxine asked after a short silence, looking around at the others as they went along with their business, several of which glanced away as she made eye contact with them.

“No not really, just the usual crowd.” She smiled as she looked around too, eying some of the others near her. “Just between you and me, it has been very quiet actually. Usually, all the drunkards are out now, trying their luck with me or my co-workers. But it’s not like we aren’t allowed to have our fun either, it’s just that our jobs are never ending, always active.” She winked as she yawned, stretching her toned arms above her head.

Maxine nodded quickly; her social protocols providing nothing in response. She queried them and ran an error check, both of which identified nothing out of the ordinary. Her decision matrix decided to simply stay on task. “I see. Two bottles of water please Lucy.”

“Certainly!” Lucy quickly turned around and walked towards the fridge at the back of the booth, giving Maxine a clear back and front view of the thin, fluro green thong she wore. She then turned around and handed both bottles to Maxine. “On the house.” she grinned, biting her lower lip as her dilated pupils eyed Maxine’s deep cleavage.

“Thanks!” Maxine replied before spinning on her left foot to the right, making her way back, every step as smooth and fluid as the last, her sensors trained on Lucy’s estimated gaze which she determined followed her ass all the way.



Maxine swiftly made her way back to the room, passing several more people, a few of whom were drunkards on their way back after a long night. She arrived at the door, only to realise that reaching the key within her handbag would be an issue with two bottles in her hands.

Paused for only a second, her processors instructed her next movements. She placed the bottle in her right hand into her cleavage, securing it between her soft silicon breasts. She then reached into her handbag with her right hand and retrieved the key, slipping it into the lock and twisting it. Once unlocked and opened, she replaced the key in her bag and removed the bottle from between her now cold breasts.

The whole thing was witnessed by a man down the hall who was barely able to stand up right. As she stepped inside and closed the door, he shook his head before slapping his cheek. “That… Burrrppp… vodka was watered down I tells ya” he said to no one.

Once behind the door, she placed the same bottle into her cleavage once again, locking the door the same way she unlocked it. She then placed the key into her handbag, dumped it by the door and removed the bottle from her between her soft chest. She disabled her social interaction protocols. Moving once again like an animatronic doll from chucky cheese, she moved over to the mini fridge, bent at the waist, opened the fridge door, and placed both bottles inside and straightened up again. Closing the fridge door, she determined that everything for the beach had been accounted for.

With no scheduled tasks remaining, her decision matrix determined to focus on Michael now. Given that he was due to awake in exactly three hours, fifteen minutes, and two seconds, she decided to ready herself by setting his custom alarm.

As slow and quiet as an alert cat, she carefully sat up on the bed next to him, pushing herself back further up the bed, just out of his sight. She then bent both legs at the knee and pushed them close to her wet, cold chest, spreading them out slightly. She then brought her left hand to her vagina, only to stop when her fingers brushed against the bikini bottom.

A quick tactile analysis determined what she had touched, and her decision matrix made her simple push the fabric slightly to the side, giving her a clear path to her vagina.

Satisfied with her sexual position rating, her labia and clit both swelled and reddened, giving any onlooker the idea that she had been masturbating for quite some time.

Then, as still and quiet as furniture, she stayed in that position all throughout the night, not making a single noise right up until 7:30 am.


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