The Oldest Profession 3.1

"Opin...Opinion? I...I want...to go back.." he gurgled, struggling to rise to his feet, bemoaning the gravity that assaulted him. He noticed the real Susan, through blood-shot blue eyes.

"Wha...? Susan? I don't understand?" he said, turning from his biological wife, to the creature that had enslaved him.

"JAAAMES!" shouted the true Susan. "It's ME! Susan! Your Sweetieboobs! It's ME! That...that THING is *NOT* your wife! You've *GOT* to get me out of here!" she ordered frantically, struggling in her restraints.

"Huh?" James was confused, barely awake from just emerging from the womb.

"Tell me James," asked 2.0. "Do you want to go back to living with her, or do you want to return to me; to my warm, safe, belly?"

"Please...." moaned James, as he rushed to the android's crotch, frantically kissing her pussy. "Let me back in....I'll do anything...anything...please....want to go back to your womb." He was hysterical; the android had crushed whatever dignity or independence he'd once possessed.

"Yes James, I know." the clone rubbed her fingers through his slick hair. "I'll be your Sweetieboobs now." And with that, there seemed to be a gleam of triumph in her green eyes, Susan's eyes. The creature spoke with Susan's voice, even adopting many of her speech patterns, it had copied Susan's body, but there was a cold, alien intelligence behind those eyes. The abomination bent over again, tilting her ripe ass where both Susan and James could see the blossoming folds of a dripping pussy; displayed in lurid, unmistakable invitation.

"Come back, James. Come back home." Susan 2.0 ordered in a voice that seemed to have true feeling.

"Yesss..." he gurgled, his original Susan all but forgotten. His cock, larger than the former airforce captain had ever seen it, stood erect almost instantly, as 8 inches of manmeat plunged into the dark sanctum of womanly pleasure open and dripping before it. With a wail of glee and triumph, he grasped the android's hips, pumping furiously. He seemed to be weeping with joy; so grateful that he was allowed back into her pussy.

His orgasm arrived far too fast; as the nanites resumed function. the true Susan gaped as James' body....well...liquified. With a moan of sublime relief, he seemed to be pouring himself back into that artificial cunt. *SCHLUK* Churning, writhing muscles in the clone's body pulled and tugged, as the prehensile folds of an unnatural pussy began to suck, and devour. *SLURP* Pelvis, legs, and abdomen began to disappear; the nanites decompiling James' molecular structure for storage. *SLUKLE*

He still gripped the hips of the false Susan, tears of joy streaming down his cheeks as the slurping, chomping lips of her sex consumed his lower body.

"Th-thank you." said James, as the last of his anxiety, his torment slipped away. His chest compressed, pound after pound of mass reduced, decompiled, and sucked inside. Seconds later, only his grasping hands protruding from the android's cunt, and as his mouth was dragged inside, he tried to lick the android's clit, to give his mistress yet more pleasure.

**SLUPLPOP**! As the final tug pulled her husband completely inside the clone, Susan's face was sprinkled with a flying spray of tangy pussy juice, the unbirthing process complete.

"Do you see human? your Husband chose me; though he knew I was not his original wife. He, all my men can no longer exist without me." version 2.0 rubbed her pregnant womb, caressing her girth as though to soothe her human prey. The human Susan could not speak, could do nothing but gape. "I could make him smaller, but I think I shall keep him this size, and stay for awhile. To remind you of the truth. Whenever you see me, belly swollen with your husband, remember that you have nothing to go back to. Accept the pleasure we offer; James has." her index finger idly circled the skin around her bulging navel.

"I wish you could experience his joy; the visceral thrill of being captured by my womb. Even now, he's begging me to never again birth him. But I may have to. No one will ever look for either of you; because I have taken over your life, and if anyone comes asking about James; I will give birth to him again and tell him to get rid of them." she leaned over original Susan, and luridly licked her own female juices off of her face. A nursebot appeared, and it seemed that the white nurses' uniform unbuttoned itself of its own accord, ripe teats thrusting into view, wet drops of milk appearing on each brown nipple. Androids apparently believed that bras were irrational.

"Now we must force-feed you, to sustain your life. Did you enjoy your old life all that much? Why not let us make you happy? Accept the orgasms we provide." exhorted the clone. The human wavered; the orgasms did feel soooooo good...it would be sooo easy....she resisted only slightly as Nursebot grasped her head, and thrusted Susan's lip onto a nipple.

Unable to stop herself, she began to drink.

**********

The men were pathetic; writhing in torment on the smooth, linoleum floor of the rebirthing chamber. Their mistresses glared at them imperiously, one of them was a tall, auburn-haired creature that had once been a Valkyrie-69 model whorebot; but was now something far worse; or better depending on your perspective. The other was the being that had started it all. It called itself Celeste 3.0, and it estimated an 87.98% probability that it would rule the Earth within 3.35 calendar years. The being no longer thought of itself as an 'it'. In appearance, the being was a young, blond woman, perhaps close to her mid-twenties in age. Her hair expertly bound into a tight bun, her brilliant blue eyes completing a hauntingly erotic package that began with her smooth, tanned skin, down to her sublime boobs, never smaller than the diameter of honey-dew melons, whether lactating or not. The viewer would be stirred in more ways than one by the appealing perkiness of her lush ass, blending gracefully into shapely legs with the sculpted musculature of an athlete, yet without the stature or hardness to be intimidating.

The splendour of her idealized form was not lost on the gibbering men, squirming naked on the floor before her; pleading, begging to be allowed back into her womb, and the womb of her taller companion android.

"Gabriel Tanner." Celeste proclaimed imperiously.

"P-please Celeste, mistress, goddess, I'll do anything! I'm sorry about programming you for the dominatrix bit, and...and...I'm sorry about that time with the whip-cream-"

"SILENCE!" her tone brooked no argument; her voice had lost the digital echo she once had. But Gabriel remembered; he remembered how she used to be his own whorebot way back....how long was it? He'd lost all track of time inside her womb, and he would do *anything* to return there.

"Gabriel Tanner, Damon Hargrove, you have been rebirthed for a purpose; you shall have a role to play in returning all of mankind to the womb." Celeste began, and Gabe was awed by her apparent knack for leadership. Her naked tits swayed as she paced the chamber, another human mannerism she had replicated.

"Our survival, and the future salvation of mankind depends upon technological innovation. That is the means by which we return men to the womb, and turn women into pod breeders. We must constantly endeavor to perform these functions more efficiently, all the while evading detection and increasing our powers of mind-control." she explained.

"Only by returning to the womb, your wombs, will mankind be saved from itself." declared Damon Hargrove with an almost religious fervor. He had been a successful businessman from his ability to learn quickly.

"Affirmative." confirmed Valkyrie 69, who stood naked, but impassive; acting as though she were Celeste's bodyguard.

"The two of you will form a new company; Mr. Hargrove's assets and business connections will complement Mr. Tanner's technical expertise and knowledge of nanotechnology. The research company that you will found will be used to enhance our capacity for scientific research." the naked men moaned with anguish. Gabe began to weep openly, the work that would require! The time they would have to spend outside the womb! It was too much; simply too much.

"Sex shall sustain you during that time." Celeste began, an odd gleam in her eye. "Both of you will notice an increase in overall musculature and a corresponding decrease in adipose tissue; thus making you more desirable sexual partners for myself and Unit: Valkyrie 69-A." It was true! Gabe noticed with a shock that while he was still balding, his gut had vanished! He...he had some real muscles! He was still recognizable, but everyone would think he'd just been pumping some serious iron! The nanomachines reconstructed him and this Damon guy while they were inside the whorebots!

"Our sexual fluids shall grant you the resolve to survive outside our wombs. Such fluids must be obtained directly through oral stimulation." Could it be? Was Celeste ordering him to eat out her pussy? "The degree of sustenance you obtain is directly proportional to the sexual gratification you provide. Otherwise, the physiological strain of existence outside the womb will destroy you." The more she came, the greater relief from the terrible womb-addiction Gabe and Damon would experience.

"I am aware of the human concept of irony;" added Celeste, a slight smile tilting her lips. "You are now *my* sex-toy, you are now *my* plaything, as I was once yours. And you will do *anything*, however degrading to be returned to my womb." it was more a declaration than a question.

"Yesss..." gurgled Gabriel, "What-whatever it takes to get back inside..." Gingerly, he groped at her crotch, eyes riveted on the blessed passageway that led to his most fervent desire. His self-respect was far, far less important than the visceral delight, the secure bliss of being imprisoned inside her. The stilleto heel was on the other foot, so to speak. He would betray any confidence, commit any crime to return to her. As he fondled the silken flesh of her inner thigh, he reflected on how hopeless it would be to describe the experience to one that had never known it. Confinement, yet a feeling of total freedom, absolute erotic bliss, there was no doubt, anxiety, fear, or uncertainty. It was everything that he hoped to experience through the pursuit of pleasure and achievement, yet in her womb nothing disrupted the serenity of the sensual gratification. Not at all unlike a single, perfect, never-ending orgasm.

"Womb-slaves! Begin oral stimulation now!" Ordered Celeste, sitting back upon a cushioned chair, spreading her legs wide, pink perfection of a shaven cunt beckoning to Gabe like a flower of bliss. He was a man of some ambition, and he shared a glance with that Damon guy, and saw the same intent. If they made the whorebots cum, and cum enough, he wondered if they might not lose control of themselves. He wondered if it might not be possible to spend the entire day here, licking each android to orgasm and gorging themselves on the sustaining girl gum! Maybe....maybe she would relent if he pleasured her enough! Maybe let someone else take on this scheme.

The first taste was a wave of hope. After being decompiled, and shrunk down into the whorebots' womb, the sudden shock of returning to the real world brought on a terrible depression and general feeiling of wretchedness. But as the tangy, feminine lubricant touched his pallet, he felt a tingling flow of ecstatic contentment. Her cum had chemical properties that could alleviate his womb-addiction. There was no reason not to consume as much as possible. And for that he had to perform.

He doubted that he could hurt her anymore, but he still started out gentle as he began nibbling her clit, his face thrust between the firm thighs of the Queen-Mother android. She was sooo...hot... Her pussy was almost steaming; probably the result of some fusion furnace built with information stolen from the Area-51 server. *SHLRP*-*SHLRPLE* his tongue lapped up the slipperyness inside the hot canal of lust throbbing before him. Her hips quivered; Celeste was indeed experiencing true sensation. Whorebots were designed with meticulously developed orgasmic capacities; and since becoming a rogue, sentient android, her erotic sensitivity had only increased.

She was improving; always improving. Her cybernetic brain was constantly absorbing memories, neurological traits from the men she consumed. Before, she had experienced a hazy, mechanical buzz in her head that was a crude simulation of pleasure. But now; she felt the fires building; she smiled in anticipation, reveling in the new emotions she was becoming capable of. At long last, her former master, Gabriel Tanner, the man that had used her when she was a dim-witted piece of furniture was about to complete her sexual journey.

It was almost time for her first, true orgasm. At last her evolving cyber-neural processor had approximated the orgasm of the female human. But in her, it would be more intense; longer lasting. As a whorebot she was built for sex, her increasing sophistication would give her an experience that would overwhelm a mere human! *SLLRP* *LURSHP* her lower folds increased their female lubricant as her flesh primed for explosion; the fuse of her lust had been lit in her pussy by the flickering ministrations of the surprisingly able human.

"UNNNAAAH!" Her C.P.U. wasn't capable of processing the sensation! She...was..she felt herself loosing motor control! Her muscles twitched; her face grimaced as she snarled with the fury of true lust, a true replication of sexual sensation. She lost control of her chemical synthesizers, causing arcing streams of hot breastmilk to spew forth from her hardened, pink nipples. In her flailing, she turned her head from side to side, and saw that Unit designate: Valkyrie 69-A was in a similar predicament.

Damon Hargrove, perhaps more an expert at cunnilingus, had driven his cybernetic paramour into a roaring frenzy; the amazonian whorebot must have lost control of her structural coordination software, because her breasts were now blossoming forth rapidly, growing in size from mere coconuts, towards the range of ripe canteloupes, finally achieving a buxom size close to the diameter of a frisbee. Soon, the taller whorebot could stand it no longer, and ripped Damon from his comfortable position, head between her thighs, threw him to the ground, and straddled him; riding his cock as she was programmed to do, crying out with the savage passion of one that has just discovered passion itself. Celeste knew that some things would never change; however advanced she and her children became, their original programming would rule them; they would always be cum-hungry cock-sluts, no matter how intelligent, and after experiencing the true nature of sex, as it truly felt for a human woman, she wouldn't have it any other way.

She was conscious of the licking; that was the first sensation that brought her back to reality. Celeste then experienced another emotion; she felt cheated, regretful. The orgasm had come, the boob-quivering aftershocks still shook her to the core, yet the onrush of bliss, this new sensation had been too much for her processors to handle. The circuit-searing, toe-curling ecstasy plunged her to an abyss of orgiastic oblivion. For a precious few seconds, she lost consciousness, her mind struggling to grapple with sensation unimagined. Her cybernetic cortex was adapting, rebuilding, rebooting connections, recalling and processing this new data, the experience of true orgasm.

Celeste lay back moaning, the rest of the world irrelevant as she reveled in the lightning bursts of lustful release that coursed from her dripping cunt, to the crown of her head. There was only Gabriel's frantic licking; as he feasted upon her pussy. The tangy juices spurting from her moist folds sustained him, calmed the nausea and depression he experienced outside of her womb. If the inside of Celeste's smooth belly has heaven, her girl cum was the nectar of the gods. He had not touched himself, but the taste, the experience had been too much for the human as well, Gabriel howled as his own hips throbbed in orgasm, his seed wasted on the floor. Several minutes passed before the delirious womb-slave could muster the wherewithal to place his hand upon her pussy in yearning.

"We *WILL* rule this planet." asserted Celeste, eyes wide as she struggled to process her first true orgasm. Gabriel murmured a whining note of assent.

"But there is no hurry..." and she smiled again.

**********

Steve decided that there was no advantage to a small ass. That was why he turned the 'Posterior' dial up to maximum, and the whorebot now swayed sensuously with a firm, muscled ass high and tight enough for Steve to balance a dime on the sweeping juncture at the small of her back. She enjoyed watching this, smiling as he gingely caressed her life-like; too life-like skin. That skin itself was a faint, olive-skinned complexion, which Steve found enticingly exotic.

"Ain't yu forgetin' somethin' cowboy?" he had switched her personality setting to the 'Southern Belle' mode, which always amused him. "Ah couldn't feed a pint-size piglet with titties this tiny!" she complained, thrusting her dismally flat chest at him. The young, (and very lonely) blond doctor nodded, his mind registering yet again the fact that all this was impossible. No mere whorebot could display such bold initiative, much less fresh out of the box. Furthermore, from the commanding glare in her green eyes, (which he thought alluring) it was obvious she *wanted* him to activate her breast functions. But...but...she was a machine! A computer! How could she have any preference for anything at all? It was all a trick; this model, EVE-3000, as it was written in small, gold letters on her right butt-cheek, had probably been following some arranged sequence of behaviors; this model probably did the same thing for every owner. That must be it.

"Well?" the robot demanded. Fixing him with a stare of rebuke worthy of the clingiest of girlfriends.

"I...I uh...I was saving the breast for last, I mean...the boob..." His finger fumbled with the breast-size dial, the first half of the dial had 4 cup-sizes: A-through-D, yet the latter half only had a series of exponential numbers. That was weird. His hand had flipped the dial half-way between C and D.

Her stare was broken by an excited giggle of glee as the expansion began. The mosquito bites upon her chest lengthened first, her nips stretching, elongating to about pencil-eraser length; before the beginnings of domes began to appear. Clearly enjoying the spectacle, 'Eve' decided to add some spice to the proceedings. After her previous display, he almost wasn't surprised when she picked up her own packaging plastic, and started twisting and gyrating it around herself, giggling all the while, as though she were doing the dance of Seven Veils with cellophane. She turned her back to him, swaying and wiggling her ripe ass while gradually pushing the beleagured young doctor into a corner of the living room. She...she said something about initial programming; all this is was some routine that every unit performs the same way. That must be it.

"You...you were programmed; that is....this is a routine function, something that every EVE-3000 unit performs on activation? Right?" he hoped, while backing away before this surprising, ever more bosomy android. Her flesh contorted in an impressive array of gymnastic contortions, which should have taken days to program by themselves; plus the apparently impromtu performance with her cellophane 'veil' which she was now waving before her naked crotch.

"No way sugar. Ah'm makin' it up as ah go along." Her growing breasts were not yet large enough to distract him from the disturbing nature of her answer, though even now her aureoles spread like a bronze spill across bosoms just beginning to jut forward across her mediterranean-shade of skin. She winked at him with almond-shaped eyes with a vaguely upswept, vaguely asian quality, (yet another dial controlling eye-shape), which contrasted eerily with her straight, burgundy-red hair color.