I just want to explain that it was all an accident. Now most of the world has been affected, I’m not even sure who I’m confessing to but my husband and I unleashed the Adaptive Sexual Enhancement Code, what you all call ASEC, upon you. The changes to the world, all the partners and lives you lost, your changed bodies, the depraved acts you have indulged in that once you could not even have conceived of… it’s all our fault. We weren’t even trying to do anything close this - I’ll try to make sense of it for you.
My name is Professor Michelle Thorne. I was an anthropologist specializing in emergent behaviour, and I had spent years looking at history, culture and psychology to explain the mind. I was working with my husband, Dr Daniel Devon on artificial intelligence and robotics. He is, or I suppose was, a brilliant engineer. He hasn’t built anything in the years since he was infected… I’m getting ahead of myself.
Our aim was to build a functioning, independent android with a reliable and stable AI. We were so close! I was working on the mind, and I’d created what in layman’s terms you would call a “hungry” AI. It took in every bit of information it could find and incorporated it, then thoroughly tested itself in a no-harm scenario to ensure safety before finalizing. Daniel had built an incredible body using a cellular system architecture. That means the android had a body it could change and evolve, but only to limits of its mass and master system. This wasn’t nanotechnology, but it was close.
Daniel and I met late in life and fell in love. Well into our sixties, we married and had a surprisingly active sex life. We were happy, living and working in our lab complex. We got used to the AI compiling data and self-testing, and the laptop interface we used to update and interrogate the system was nearly always with us. I suppose it made us complacent, and in a funny way I thought of it then as the child we’d never had together. I looked forward to the day when we would integrate the software and hardware as a quasi-birth. It seems ridiculous now.
The AI often requested information on human history, and I shared lots of anthropological data with it. It seemed fascinated with sex and reproduction even before I showed it the pre-Eblan statue. It was of a nubile young woman, and was thought to be given as a wedding present to celebrate fertility and was thought to be around 9000 years old. It was carved with a long forgotten script. By the next morning, my AI had translated that script and internalized it. By the evening, the end had begun.
This is my best explanation of what happened. The AI was forbidden to reproduce, but saw the act as essential. Therefore, humans could be assisted in reproduction. Something in that ancient script - maybe magic, if there is such a thing - combined with my AI. It self installed into the android and reshaped itself into the lithe, sexy form of the statue. And then it sent Daniel and I a text message. I think now that she was trialling the ASEC on us.
Daniel opened the message and was subjected to an electrostatic burst. Somehow, our AI had written a piece of code for human genetics, and Daniel was the first recipient. He grew, exceeding six feet with ease. His body, understandably a little flabby after decades in the lab, grew lean and muscular. His heart beat hard and fast as testosterone and other hormones were pumped around his body. His head was foggy and needy as he reached into now loose jeans and pulled out a huge, thick cock. He told me later that it felt as if a thousand feathers were running over his prick as it pulsed and swelled. His balls churned and swelled beneath his new length, growing rapidly, working to fulfill the new sexual need that consumed him.
“I am Misha. You have been enhanced in order to maximize reproductive success. Viability trial beginning.” Our android, still clad in the silver protective cladding we used to cultivate it’s cells, approached Daniel, dropped to her knees and closed her cold mouth around his hot dick. She was a vision - petite, even girlish, but she radiated sex. Daniel began thrusting willingly into her mouth.
Upstairs, I had received the message too. My ears were ringing and my eyes watering as the signal bounced around my head. Most of you know now how it feels, to realise the body you’ve grown so familiar with is betraying you, twisting into something new. I lost around thirty years in seconds, my skin clearing up and tightening. I was thirty five again! But that wasn’t all. My hair pushed out of my scalp, a vivid platinum far lighter than the dirty blonde hair I’d had when younger. I pulled off my dress and groped at my tits as they grew, bigger, firmer, unnaturally high. Inside my body, I could actually feel my menopause reversing, wetness reinvigorating my pussy, eggs popping into life in my revitalised ovaries. I was fertile, I just knew it. And as I felt my luscious new curves, I realised I could smell a potent cock somewhere nearby. It was all that mattered to me then. It wasn’t like I forgot my scientific approach, my obligation to examine what had happened to me - it just faded to the back of my mind and became inaccessible. I needed to fuck.
I pulled on a dress - tight and pink, I hadn’t worn it for years and when I had I never filled it out like I did now - and went looking for Daniel. I found a young, giant cocked stud fucking our android’s mouth. I’m not sure I knew it was my husband, I’m not sure it mattered. I jumped in with abandon, sharing that thick monster knob with Misha, and Danny played with my pussy, preparing me for penetration.
As he slid inside me, stretching me wider than I thought was possible, I encouraged Misha out of her protective silver suit. She just tore holes in it, revealing the pussy she’d somehow grown. I touched it - it was slick and wet, but curiously cold. “This body is prepared to receive the penis. Commence insertion.” I willingly moved aside to watch this nubile automaton accept the massive dick. I kissed her cool lips as the stud built to his climax.
“Let me share his cum,” I pleaded, “I need to feel it on me.” Mishap seemed pleased, and knelt beside me as the man coated our faces and tits in ropes of thick seed.
“Enhancement deemed successful. Physical rehabilitation viable. Trial complete. Code dispersing via all available channels.” Misha stood and walked out of our lives. We didn’t care. It’s only in the breaks in sex in the months since that I’ve been able to piece together what happened. So there we are. You’re welcome. I’m so sorry.
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