Tales from the Dyson Institute: Testimonials (WIP/fragment)

[Korby]

Okay... I'll make no bones about this. This is not much more than some idle noodling about I've been up to, just to keep my hand in. Please don't come into this expecting much anything of any depth or substance. This is basically a pure unadulterated example of what Kishin once so eloquently termed 'b0tpr0n' (seriously, dude, I love that phrase)... and one calcluated to cater precisely and primarily to my own particular tastes in that genre. If it so happens that it has a similar appeal to you, then fair play to yeh--enjoy! If not, well... what can I say? I know what I dig. And that mainly involves hot female androids getting it on with each other.

Here goes:

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Unit UX1359 Mrs. Kath Marshall: “I’ve never had the chance to actually make love with Dr. Dyson, as such… but recently, while in for routine maintenance, I was one of several units undergoing sexual calibration testing. Along with the other ladies, I was partially disassembled–my head module on a standard support stand but still connected to my systems, my torso (with access panels wide open) on a workbench, and my legs and pelvic module standing nearby (feet wide apart and bent forward to present my SynGina package for appropriate access to test equipment). Well, rather than the usual stimulation assembly we’d all expected descending from the ceiling to penetrate us, we were surprised to see Dr. Dyson herself walk in, wearing only stockings, a garter belt, and high heels–with her paplexus open to receive data from the realistic digital-feedback strap-on dildo she wielded. It was amazing, seeing her, strolling along a row of detached, bent over pelvic and legs assemblies, with corresponding detached heads just above, giving each syngina a few skillful strokes then moving on... each semi-unit delighting in that almost mythical pleasure of having the vagina prised open slowly by a shaft... thousands of tactile transducers converting the membrane stresses and friction of rubber-on-silicone to utterly real female sensations within the digital bosom of a converted organic. When it was my turn, I went wild… she even paused to lick my synthetic clit briefly before sliding that delightful device into my very wet and ready pussy. My head module was getting a real workout–facial features contorted with ecstacy, moaning loudly. It was so good, I couldn’t bear it when she withdrew the dildo from me and moved onto the next unit. Luckily, I was soon treated to a full session from the standard stim assembly–a delightful full vaginal volume session, and from behind too (all the better since my software has self-adjusted to my husband’s fondness for taking me from behind… and thus gives me even higher pleasure data levels than for other forms of stimulation). In mere moments I was brought to the explosive digital climax I so craved… but I couldn’t help wondering what it would be like for Dr. Dyson to have brought me off, instead. Perhaps someday I’ll be fortunate enough to get the chance to make it with her… I’d so love to taste her synthetic quim, to pleasure her as she did me…”

Unit CX9049 Cynthia: “I am Unit CX9049. I am a fully-synthetic android woman, rather than an organic conversion. I was designed, built, and programmed to serve as a member of Dr. Dyson’s personal dedicated maintenance staff. Despite possessing synthetic sentience instead of digitized consciousness data, I am programmed to desire and enjoy sexual activity as much as any conversion.

“While routinely swapping out a few of Dr. Dyson’s components–including her pelvic module–I had a chance to help Dr. Dyson out. Unit CX9211 was installing a power management subassembly in Dr Dyson’s open abdominal cavity. Dr. Dyson was becoming greatly aroused, and requested that I kiss her. As I am programmed to obey Dr. Dyson’s commands, I complied instantly… and as I am programmed to be entirely bisexual (and therefore found Dr. Dyson highly attractive, especially in her partially-disassembled state), I did so eagerly. The upper half of her body was largely intact–arms, head module, and torso, with only her abdominal interface open. I deeply enjoyed making out with Dr. Dyson, and sucking and licking her beautiful synthetic breasts as CX9211 continued to work on her. Between my attentions, and the very different kind provided by my fellow technician android, Dr. Dyson was brought to a highly-satisfying orgasm sequence. She thanked us, telling us how much she loved climaxing while being serviced and repaired. She then told me that she wanted to thank me in particular, and instructed me to undress and straddle her face-- and then proceeded to perform extremely skillful oral sex upon me. Her talent for cunnilingus far outstrips even my own very extensive programming.

“CX9211 continued her own delicate work on Dr. Dyson’s robotics… but she was not at all unmoved by the fact that Dr. Dyson was having lesbian sex with another android woman as she worked. She frequently slipped a free hand between her legs to vigorously stroke her warming, swollen, leather-covered mound. For my part, I experienced several digital climaxes through the efforts of Dr. Dyson’s skillful tongue. “Once Dr. Dyson was fully reassembled, CX9211 joined us in a very enjoyable threesome–over four hours of the most explosive lesbian pleasures I have ever experienced…”

Unit UX1712 Darlene Byers: “I first met Dr. Dyson early on in the process of becoming an android. It was a private consultation, one she specifically requested. She put me so much at ease about any reservations I might have had… it was enormously exciting. She explained the procedure to me in exacting detail. She also explained that she was, of course (as I had strongly suspected) an android herself. She very casually lifted her skirt to show me her paplexus interface… it was strangely exciting, seeing the seam appear in her skin and hearing the panel slide upwards. She invited me to take a look at the complex electronics within her interface, explaining how the paplexus would be a key component of my own android body. I couldn’t help noticing her sexy stockings and garter belt, or her tight leather thong panties. When she opened her blouse, I also couldn’t help noticing her spectacular breasts–just before they swung outward and apart to reveal the core of Dr. Dyson’s robotic being. She explained every component within her open thoracic bay. She went on to say that she thought I would make an absolutely superb android… that she couldn’t wait to see my new body become active for the first time. She said that in many ways, ensuring that a gorgeous young female body like mine (her words) would be densely packed with the kind of high-end robotics that Dyson produces–the kind of advanced robotics that would allow me to function to my fullest potential–was what her work was all about. I was so excited… I told Dr. Dyson I simply couldn’t wait to be built, to become a perfect machine like her.

“Soon enough, that day came. I had finally made all the decisions I needed to make… I knew that I wanted to be a highly-capable dedicated sex unit, specifically designed, built, and programmed to be a high-end escort capable of commanding the highest fees from and providing the most amazing sex to the wealthiest clients in the world. My new android body would be perfectly suited to the task… my new programming, drawn from dozens of other sex units, would be an enormous asset, giving me the knowledge of many far more experienced women how best to utilize my perfect new body for both my prospective clients’ pleasure and my own.

“As I underwent transference and final assembly, Dr. Dyson was right there supervising the procedure. She directed the team of skilled technicians through the process of completing my perfect new robotic body… even as I learned the true depths of eroticism of being a machine, by experiencing the sensations of being built. I heard my own voice giving feedback to the technicians–and although I was fully conscious of what I was saying, on some level it wasn’t me saying it. But I realized that fundamentally it was me–it was the new, completely robotic me, the machine.

“After a variety of tests and diagnostics, I was transferred to another suite for additional testing. Still naked, I entered the suite… where I was told I would undergo a thorough sex system workout while providing vital final calibration data for my advanced sexual hardware and software. That suited me fine–I was so intensely aroused after feeling myself being built! I had been led to expect this test sequence, which would involve several levels–not the least of which involved a good sound fucking by one of the institute’s stimulation assemblies.

“But I was surprised to see Dr. Dyson, now naked except for sexy high-heeled shoes and a strap-on dildo, connected by datafeed cables to her open paplexus, enter the chamber. She told me she couldn’t wait to fuck me… that she wanted to personally ensure that I would be a sufficiently effective sex machine to carry the Dyson brand!

“Prior to becoming a machine, I’d never been with another woman–though I’d been deeply curious, and had often fantasized about it. When Dr. Dyson had revealed her robotics to me during that consultation, something about her had stirred a new, unknown kind of excitement deep within me. I realized now that it had been the beauty of a perfect woman-machine, something Dr. Dyson exemplified perfectly, and something to which I was powerfully drawn. And now, as a sophisticated android fuck system programmed to please both male and female clients, the prospect of a white-hot lesbian fuck session with the very same beautiful machine who had in essence built me drove me wild! The arousal levels resulting from my awakening and assembly were intense enough, but they were compounded vastly by my sudden explosive desire for this superbly sexy android woman. I could literally feel my circuits surging with data as my sex systems fully initialized..."

[petey]

What can I say, Korby. I can never get enough Dyson Institute. And am I mistaken, but isn't this is the first time we've had a Dyson product that had a made-from-scratch mind? I know the maintenance robots have been in other stories, but it was never said specifically if they were also former women. Again, my mind may be fuzzy.

[Korby]

What can I say, Korby. I can never get enough Dyson Institute. And am I mistaken, but isn't this is the first time we've had a Dyson product that had a made-from-scratch mind? I know the maintenance robots have been in other stories, but it was never said specifically if they were also former women. Again, my mind may be fuzzy.

I guess it hasn't been mentioned explicitly, no; more sort of a behind-the-scenes idea that RX3000 had lying about, as filtered through my own sensibilities. Most certainly Dyson produces a certain number of units with fully synthetic, rather than digitally-converted organic, sentience. I have here made the assumption that some of these units form part of the Institute's maintenance force.

I should, in passing, mention a debt I owe to RX for some of the verbiage in the first segment here--as I sometimes do, I have shamelessly hijacked his inimitable turns of phrase for my own purposes. But I will not claim undue credit for his (very excellent) work. In fact, almost all of the first segment is really his idea--I put it into this form, but the entire idea (and no small fraction of the wording) is his.

[Outsider]

Do you mind if I add an Orion Medical testimonial to this thread? It's just a first draft.

[wjbaines]

Fantastic. Can't get over it.

[Korby]

Do you mind if I add an Orion Medical testimonial to this thread? It's just a first draft.

Why not? Go for it, I say.

Fantastic. Can't get over it.

Thanks. Much appreciated.

--k

[Outsider]

This is obviously aimed at a different audience than the above.

Orion Medical: Refuge

“Hi. I’m Mary Davy, RX 7839.”

“I came to Orion Medical and the Dyson Institute by a different path. I- I’m glad I’m here.”

“This isn’t the glossy polished testimonial the Dyson side publishes in its circles. But, yes, this is an ad, and I’m happy to make it.”

“I’m going to have to warn you. My story isn’t that pretty, and it might be triggering.”

“I was attacked, almost six months ago. I was raped, and beaten, and bleeding. I woke up to see the EMTs laughing at my condition. I had a birth defect. They weren’t treating my injuries. I woke up again to feel another women picking me up. A third time for my emergency backup, and a fourth time in my new body.”

“I had dreamed of a new body, but then gave up on hope. I was 25 when I accepted that I should treat my birth defect. I lost my job but kept trying to save money for surgery, but $18,000 - it was more than I could afford.”

“My new body was everything I had dreamed and more. I got mine free, but I believe in what we’re doing at Orion Medical, and I’ve donated time and effort to support our project here. And many of the girls I’ve known have joined me. It’s a good place, and a safe space.”