Human Android Ch. 01

Larry had been sitting reading through an old pile of comics. When she came up to him to wait patiently for the next order he lifted his eyes from it to blink at her.

Anne saw the open page and would have shuddered if she could. It was soft porn. The cartoon woman with huge breasts was cavorting in what she thought to be an impossible position. She compared the improbable cartoon breasts with her own and realised they weren't so different.

Was that how men saw her, it certainly explained the attention she got at parties. She hid them the best she could under business suits, always wearing modest outfits. It was a difficult task and a bit of a failure if the students were asked.

Larry looked up at her than down at the comic, obviously comparing the two large pair of tits.

"You're finished then," he said.

"Yes master," Anne replied. She hoped this was the end of a humiliating experience and could return upstairs. As soon as he left she could un-set the program to release herself. While her husband was away she might even use this naughty experience in a bath-time fantasy.

She noticed the look in his eyes and the mood of relief was replaced by anxiety. Professor Draper was never anxious or unsure of herself. She was the most formidable professional on campus who brooked no excuses, demanding decorum, responsibility and dedication from students and her lecturers.

He looked at the cartoon woman again then back up at her breasts that seemed to loom over him. He liked what he saw. He reached up and tweaked a nipple. It reacted and the other too; flowering like buds in spring.

Even if she had been able this was not the time to admonish a student not to toy with a professor's breasts. Just the audacity of it was enough to keep her silent and the anger kept all chances of arousal at bay.

As she thought, it didn't take him long to become bored with just the swelling of nipples on an unresponsive object. He had been testing them with pinches and pulls to see how far they would distend. He probably thought it was an inbuilt mechanism, impressive enough but that was all that happened.

One of the sex programs hadn't been activated so there would be no sexual reaction, no sighs of excitement. With her husband the groans of pleasure would have been un-resistible but thankfully the youth hadn't demanded more from her other than the basic maid.

"Get into the back of the truck with the rest of the junk," Larry said. The sound in his voice was definitely an order. She hadn't noticed the huskiness of arousal but heard a definite order that couldn't be resisted.

At the small door she saw the campus bus pull into the street on its usual route, ready to pick up and drop off students and faculty members. There wasn't even the chance of hesitating as Anne stepped out into the spotlight of a bright afternoon.

Her legs were weak from feeling faint at the sight of the vehicle. Everyone she knew, and didn't know, would hear of this. The skin tight flesh coloured suit wouldn't be distinguishable from nakedness. As it slowly passed by everyone would be gawping at her, nude in the garden. The tale of Professor Draper cavorting around in the street naked would grow in the telling to unforgivable proportions.

The implant and suit kept her on track, obeying the last command, to get into the back of the truck. Again she couldn't keep from looking up, as much as she tried to avoid it. This time it was easy to see right ahead as the vehicle slowly moved past.

Her breathing slowed right down then speeded up. There was no one in the automatic vehicle! No driver of course, but no one else, not a student or lecturer or fellow professor either.

Delivered from abject shame she happily clambered into the back of the truck. While settling down among the boxes she was elated on escaping an abject humiliation. When the back door began to slide down into place the mood swung back to the other extreme, to dire dread. The eyes behind the lenses opened wide in fright as she tried to scream.