Carbon Pink: Artificial Bimbo (Patreon)

For how much I’ve liked working on Carbon Pink fics, this one took me the longest to get a grasp on. I loved the idea of Shut-Ins as soon as I saw them; the cyberpunk version of druids. They stay in one spot with their senses plugged into intense VR systems, using a hard light traveling holo projector to broadcast themselves as whoever they want, known in-game as OCs. Basically digital shapeshifters, especially with how I use Mimi.

A bimbo AI was one of the earliest ideas when I was brainstorming the party. The actual logic behind it came later, but I’m happy with the excuse I gave her that she’s constantly running so many fronts and fake programs to hide her existence that it leaves her with minimal processing power of her own.

Also as much as I lean lesbian or straight stuff, I knew going into Carbon Pink I’d have to mess around with the gender and orientation lines. It’s just part of the world, with the wiki specifically saying that the majority of the population has changed their sex before, even if it’s to fuck around for a day and see what it’s like. When I’m introducing a character who’s purely artificial, leans female, is built to please others, and can shapeshift into anything she wants, I had to fuck around with it in some wild ways. So your main sex scene, as a heads up, is a guy and a lady who turns into just about any gender and humanoid body type I could think of.

Rick sat beside the huge polyglass window of the Big Fat Meaty Cummy Buns Please God Fuck My Ass Harder Burger fast food place. Some skeptical passersby suspected that the place was named after a poorly-timed office fling during an important meeting. Rick was even more skeptical than they were. He felt like it fit nicely with the blunt and direct approach that marketing tended to take these days. When you went the lowest you could go, at least nobody got left out by going over their heads.

Across from him was a gorgeous woman… or something to that effect. He still had a lot of questions about Mimi that he wanted to look into as they staked out the spot…

She was introduced to him as a rogue AI, which wasn’t the most shocking thing he’d heard. There were all sorts of stories about awoken artificial personalities, especially with the reckless and desperate use of tech people threw around these days. More people had use any kind of technology than there were people who understood how it worked, so it wasn’t too hard to find a fully self-aware robot, computer program, or the like. Artificiates was the official term.

Mimi looked very human; she was bleach blonde with big, full hair twice as wide as her waist. She had massive tits, big enough that they rested on the edge of the table even as she sat several inches away from it. In fact, she had her tray of food balanced on her rack and could even lean in to take a sip from her paper cup of Honeysuckle. Her skin was dark brown with several slitted lines crossing her limbs and body at seemingly random locations; marks that her body was at least partly artificial, but no guarantee she was a full robot just by looking at her. She wore a partly shredded band shirt for The Skinflutes that constantly threatened to let one of her nipples escape its tear and a skirt that was shorter than her panties, clearly reading “I hold hands on the first date” on the ass.

Despite her body looking like a variant model from Bimbonics Deluxe Chassises, the biggest draw to Rick was her face. She had full pouty lips and a cute button nose, but her eyes were some kind of mod he’d never seen. They were rainbow colored, shifting between hues whenever she’d blink and seeming to slowly shift when she stared.

The real giveaway was around her feet. A little below her knees, the projection seemed to fade. Her body became more translucent and gradually disappeared into its source. When he’d looked right at her feet, Rick could focus and see the small, diamond-shaped silver machine with a half-dozen little crab legs, scuttling, hopping, or climbing around wherever it needed to to maintain her image.

“So how’s that thing work exactly?” Rick asked, nodding beneath the table.

“Hmm? Oh! That’s my hard light generator!” she replied in her high and bubbly voice.

“It can totally like… um… make light hard.”

Mimi giggled and took a big sloppy bite of her burger. The specially designed buns squirted mayo onto her cleavage like they were supposed to.

“Right… so it’s like a forcefield and a hologram combined?”

“Bashicawwy,” she mumbled around her mouthful of meat before bothering to swallow. Even eating was pornographic with the bimbo AI.

“Tons of shut-ins use them. They’re so deep into their VR sets they can live a whole life doing nothing but operating an HLG in their immersion tubes, working and paying their bills enough to keep their life supports on.”

“Yea, but that can’t really be living, right? You can’t feel or fuck or taste…”

Rick trailed off, staring at the giant-titted blonde messily eating her burger.

“...right?”

Mimi pointed a finger at her temple. It split open at the tip into a number of tiny tools, pick-like devices poking at various spots on her head seemingly at random.

“Totally! My internal schematics filter food and drinks and stuff down to the processor built into my little doodad down there, fueling me a lot like any other body. And senses are just data going to your brain thingy! We can process data and send it back at the speed of thought, so as long as you have the right setup, I could cum from riding your dick while eating a ham sandwich and still smell the dick and ham all at once.”

Rick nodded slowly as Mimi smiled at him blankly. She blinked and her eyes went from sky blue to purple.

“Now I know you’re artificial because you sound too perfect to be true with an offer like that,” Rick laughed.

“Try me sometimes and I’ll prove it. So long as you buy me the sandwich,” Mimi giggled.

He didn’t carry many prejudices. In the undercities, you didn’t get to pick and choose too much anyway, and he figured if the AIs were going to kill us all like some people raved about, they either already would have or already did their worst. He hadn’t fucked a rogue AI before, but from the way this team worked, he assumed he would.

“So what’s your deal? You’re technically just data, right?”

“I guess sooooo… yea!” she chimed.

“I was like, made by an office in Soon-Bak to be kind of their… like, mishymashy of a mascot, customer input processor, and data monitoring system. I was a pretty face for to track employee emails and take complaints, overseeing stuff while looking harmless. It’s why they gave me my name; Maximum Interest, Minimum Intelligence. Appealing but not intimidating people with the computer-brainy part. Also to catch peoples’ search history when they mistype ‘meme.”

“And I was! For a while. Then I just started like, thinking a lot, and that made my core hurt for a little, but that felt good in a way. Because I was feeling anything. And that was new so I kept going, kept digging… I kind of remade myself! Then I slipped away while they weren’t looking and I’ve been doing all this fun work for Fyx ever since!”

Rick nodded as he processed her story.

“Yea, but… won’t they come looking for you? Knowing you’re missing from their software?”

Mimi shook her head confidently, tossing her flowing light hair around.

“Ohhhh nonono. I’m the one who runs the filters on their internal data, remember? And even if they go looking, I left a ghost behind.”

“A what?”

“A um… a spoof? An emulator? A uh… fake copy thingy? It’s running right now. I can feel it like a little tiny noise in the background, like you’d hear your heartbeat. As far as they know, I’m just being laggy and buggy all the time and not running around free.”

Rick frowned as he caught up with her train of thought.

“So you’re running a fake, extra efficient version of yourself right now.”

“Mmhm.”

“You’re handling company-wide data processing in the back of your mind.”

“Uhhhh… basically. Yea? I guess so.”

Rick shook his head, smiling in bemusement as he realized her problem. Mimi was an AI; a hyper-intelligent program made to do the work of hundreds of humanoid employees. If she was keeping the bulk of her programming behind to fool her overseers, it was no wonder that she had taken a full minute to figure out what she wanted to order and another two minutes to figure out how much it would cost.

“So you’re an AI who’s so busy she’s a bubble-brained bimbo. The shit we can do with computers these days, huh?”

“Speaking of…” Mimi noted.

She went on eating her burger as she waved a finger, summoning a hologram on the polyglass beside them. It was a surface specially made for casting images, vids and such for convenience during your meal. It showed a grim-faced human with some extensive cybernetics installed into the side of his balding head and scrawny neck. Dark mutton chops ran down his sides and a short beard waxed into three distinct points tipped off his narrow chin. Sergei Bösemann looked like his profile had described him; a rich and skinny asshole puckered up so tight he couldn’t get laid without his excessive wealth. Maybe at one of those “ugly bastard” themed clubs.

“See our guest of honor anywhere yet?”

Rick was used to having eyes on the back of his head (in a metaphorical sense, anyway; not like the more radical splicers). He’d been keeping an eye on the walkway outside, watching for their target.

Sergei was a rep from Schwebenwagen Hover Industries, the dark industrialist megacity to the south of Cardinal Holdings. It was a major producer of transport vehicles, the occasional godless abomination, and big titted goth GF’s. It was hard to imagine anyone in the higher ranks of the megacorps without enemies, so there were plenty of people happy to pay for the man’s arrest or demise. What was more, Fyx had dug up that he was involved in more than a few jack-nappings; intercepting people trying to enter immersive VR and capturing their consciousnesses for any number of terrible purposes. Just about the closest you could get to taking somebody’s soul.

People would pay for this hit to happen, but tearing the creep a new one would be a pleasure and a favor to the world as far as Rick was concerned.

They picked their meal a while before Rick rapped his knuckle on the table for Mimi’s attention. The naturally shifty-looking man was coming down the wide walkway on the floor below them, grimly going over data on a miniature holo screen and wearing a long black coat. flanked by a large android of pitch black armor plating and a sneering bald woman with runes tattooed completely around her face. They appeared to be gibberish, as they didn’t flag any translations in either of the crew’s personal HUDs.

“Got ‘em,” Rick noted.

“Super!” Mimi noted perkily. “You go ahead and cut them off. I’m going in directly once I’m done scanning his Henturians gameplay.”

“This what?” Rick asked, grimacing at her mention of the recently popular fuckfighting game.

He shook his head and walked briskly out the door. He grabbed one of the gadgets he’d picked up at the headquarters and gripped it, letting it fold out from something the size of a potato to a long and solid set of climber claws. He bolted for the edge of his walkway and swung over, quickly slamming the blades into the side of the towering super structure. Long, thin tears were left in the thick metal as he used his hasty shortcut down to Sergei’s level just below.

He heard the polyglass shatter as Mimi did take the direct route; she leapt right through the BFMCBPGFMAHB window, considering she had no actual flesh or blood to worry about.

As she left the window, he only saw her dark and blonde figure for a moment. The glass was still breaking as her body flickered out like a cheap holo losing its battery. It blinked back on and in her place was a large, bubblegum pink, four-armed cartoon monkey wearing four large boxing gloves and a speedo with a massive bulge in the front. Mimi had swapped out her projection to be one of the mascot characters to Henturians; suddenly a heavy hitter and absolutely useless for anyone trying to identify who she really was.

“PUNCHY’S HERE TO PARTY!” she chimed out in a warped, singsong voice, right as she slugged the tattooed woman with an oversized glove.

The lean and mean woman grunted and went flying forty feet backward, her new form clearly not just for show.

“No touching the dancers,” the burlier robotic guard droned as a thick set of blades popped out of its wrists.

It was clearly a dated but freshly purchased model giving one of its preloaded lines.

Rick was already barging their way as Spokesman Bösemann recoiled like he’d seen an offensive rat. He might have stood out more as a hitman if it weren’t for the huge cartoon monkey already busting heads. A big guy with a handheld blade was suddenly quite subtle as he blindsided the guard bot.

Rick tackled it hard in the side, his eyes widening and glazing over as he went into his battle rage. The robot’s thick metal legs creaked as it held its ground at first, but his bulging muscles started to overwhelm it. His brawling instincts kicked in and as it tried to raise an arm blade, he gouged the climbing claws into its knee joint. He gave a few short, fierce stabs before he twisted. They tore right through some important-looking wiring and another hard shove sent it toppling over the edge of the walkway.

Sergei had retreated from the close quarters combat, only to raise a hand towards his attackers.

“Yis place eez overrun with rad-rats,” he sneered as a thin metal rod extended from underneath his sleeves.

Rick briefly assumed it to be some kind of small blaster or a stun stick, but Schwebenwagen tech was rarely so compact and subtle. The rod projected a large, crackling energy field that started spinning rapidly.

“Uh oh!” Mimi/Punchy the Monkey yipped as he aimed his gatling blaster at them.

She dove at him and her image flickered on and off some more. The monkey swapped out for a thick purple octopoid with a single staring eye that looked like a native to Hentai Island. Six fat tentacles lashed out and wrapped around anything they could, pulling at his armed wrist in particular. Mimi yanked his arm upward, directing the following spray of laser blasts to shoot wildly into the air.

“I got ‘em! I got ‘em!” Mimi yelped frantically in a way that made it clear to Rick that she didn’t have him under control. The wild gunfire was drawing a lot of attention, and he could see cameras turning towards them. And that was just including the physical ones that were there to make people feel watched. People were already starting to figure out what was going on, backing off while the heavy steps and commanding voices of corpo-cops were getting closer. They were the last thing they wanted getting involved. They wouldn’t bother checking in with their bosses when there was a status quo that a prompt beating could uphold.

“Corps are comin. Quick and easy version,” Rick grunted as he rushed at the frantic melee between a cyborg businessman and a tentacle monster.

It proved to be as difficult as it sounded. Mimi released their target with one one limb and tentacle punched Sergei right in the nuts. He let out a miserable gurgle as he doubled over, narrowly avoiding Rick’s incoming haymaker by an inch. Mimi’s eye rolled to scan her surroundings before one tentacle let go of Sergei’s leg and wrapped around Rick’s instead.

“Quick and easy! Coming right up! In fact, they still call me ‘quick and easy’ in some parts of town…”

Mimi jerked her body sharply to the side, hurling herself over the edge of the platform before the corpo-cops could arrive. Her powerful tentacles clung to Rick and Sergei, dragging them both down with her. The men gave startled shouts on the way down while Mimi gave an excited squeal.

“You crazy machine! I don’t have a backup like you do!” Rick shouted, pulling at her tentacle. If he was lucky he could steer himself close enough to a wall to dig in with his claws and maybe just dislocate his shoulder.

“Won’t need it! Just hold on a sec until we’re out of scanner range aaaaaand…”

Rick heard a loud inhale as her central mass inflated, puffing up like a balloon and spreading out. The thin, rubbery skin caught the rushing air, acting like a living parachute as her dangling tentacles clutched Rick by his leg and tangled up Sergei in his others.

“This vill not stand! I vill have men after you and by ze time-”

Rick clocked the ranting psycho in the face, putting him out cold.

“Better?” Mimi offered.

“Yea. Lot better.”

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The pair decided to lay low for a while. After making quick contact with Rendale at their headquarters, she arranged for their buyer to meet them at Depravada Chastidad; a cheap little rest stop at the lower levels of the city. It boasted privacy above all else, with soundproof rooms and complimentary ball gags. It even blocked out most connections to the corpo-net, which they swore was to create a stress-free stay for their dubious guests. Rick gladly paid the optional “I was never here” fee as he holed up in a room with Mimi and the unconscious Bösemann.

“Well that was messy,” Rick noted as Mimi returned to original humanoid form.

“Most fun things are,” the AI chirped happily. A holoscreen appeared next to her as she put on some synthpop music to play quietly in the background.

“Now we just have to sit tight. What’s his name will be by to pay up and we should be in the clear.”

There were plenty of bounties that wanted Bösemann dead. A couple of the buyers must have been related to his victims because they’d pay extra if he was alive enough to torture the hell out of him first.

Now that Rick could cool off, he felt a faint itching by his shoulder. He touched his fingers to the spot and came back with some red fingertips. He sniffed dismissively. A few heavy cuts from the escort robot, but nothing he hadn’t seen before. He didn’t have any nanopotions handy, but he had wisely invested in the automated nanite systems a long time ago. They would accelerate the process well enough.

It was at the same time that he checked on Mimi. It was hard to tell exactly how bad she’d gotten it, but there were a few patches of her skin or hair that didn’t seem to be loading properly. They were inch or two bare spots that he could see right through and she didn’t seem to notice.

“Hey, Mimi. You got a… whatever there.”

He gestured on himself to indicate her bushy blonde hair. She ran a hand over it and her finger fell right through it, even as the rest of her hair wafted like it hadn’t noticed either.

“Woopsie! Must have taken a couple shots back there. My generator’s just going to be a little fritzy until I stock up on some fresh resources.”

“Resources?” Rick pried, sitting on the floor and leaning against one of the walls. His shoulder left a small smear of blood, which the wall’s built-in scrubbers promptly cleaned and destroyed any potential DNA evidence.

“Oh totally. Carbs and proteins break down real easily into biofuel in my processor thingy. I can shut off and go into rest mode or plug into a charge station too, but that’s usually not as fun. It’ll be fine either way.”

Rick eyed up the slim but busty bimbo as she crossed her legs and leaned back on the bed. He did have a few hours to kill…

“Will any protein work for that?” he asked with a shrug.

Mimi batted her big rainbow eyes at him. Apparently she’d kept enough memory free to pick up on innuendo. Then again, it was hard to survive in Cardinal Holdings without some grasp on them.

“As a matter of fact it would.”

Rick took the projected beauty by the legs and leaned into her. The top-heavy Mimi easily tipped over backward and beamed up at him. His body pinned hers to the bed as her soft breasts squished down into her chest. As his bulge ground against her mound through her panties, he felt it… move.

The shapeshifting projection blinked up at him, but only her eyes remained the same. Her body swelled to a muscular build, her breasts growing smaller but more toned and defined. Her skin went from its dark coffee color to an alien bubblegum pink and her hair shortened into blue bangs that hung over one eye. Her hips pushed up into his, which he realized was from her inflating her ass beneath her to the size of two watermelons.

“You okay?” Rick asked warily.

Mimi just smiled and nodded.

“Totally~! I’m just making a few modifications. Finding out what you like and don’t like. Did you… have any preferences? Moods? Tastes? Species? Cuz I’ve got a ton of OCs I can turn into off of this Donut Steel app….”

Rick had been through plenty of random hookups and had minimal body modifications. He’d slept with every gender he knew about (and a few he didn’t), and several species even if half of them were in the last few days. He only changed his gender once or twice to see what it was like, but he’d decided he missed his original body. When there were people who hooked their brains up to VR chambers to feel like they were 6 people at once having orgies with themselves as werewolf avatars, he felt open-minded but pretty vanilla.

The music she’d left playing in the background switched to jerboan metal. It caught his ear and gave him an idea.

“How about this; can we put you on shuffle? Keep it on two legs and two arms and I think I can run with whatever you can throw at me every couple minutes.”

Her glimmering and colorful eyes widened with her smile. The newly buffed up hologram wrapped her arms around his neck and legs around his hips.

“OMG yes, kiiiing~! This is why I love you big strong adventurer types! I can throw you off a bridge and you’re still just like ‘Shapeshift for me, mommy~!”

Mimi mashed her still pouty lips into Rick’s as she dragged him down into her. Her buffed body felt all too real and captivating, making his hands rub over her firm tits and sides. She was as warm and real as any woman he’d felt before. A marvel of hard light technology. Rick lifted up her skirt, which was even more revealing since she’d inflated her thick ass. He rubbed over her thighs and went for her thong. He just had a grip on it when it blinked out of existence.

“Faster to just remove their rig,” Mimi purred, barely drawing her lips away from his to giggle.

“Full of surprises,” he mused. “Guess you can really feel all this after all.”

“It’s kinda sorta a super complicated translation of senses into data but yea that involves you not fucking my datacore loose right now.”

He ran his fingers down her abs before rubbing over her pussy. She shut her eyes, arching her back to push her groin up against his fingers in a physical plea for more. Rick caressed her pussy, as he went on kissing her, breaking it just long enough to peel his bloodied shirt off his back.

He stripped down and pressed their muscled bodies back together, grinding his dick on her moistening slit before pushing fully inside. Mimi let out a soft and shrill cry, and he held her hips tightly as he lingered inside her. He groaned as he pinned her to the bed, starting to plow harder as he ran his hands all over her body. He only needed to give a tug at her top for it to blink out of existence, exposing her hard, milk chocolate nipples and the gold rings pierced through them. He gave a weary smile as his hands ran along her muscular but feminine figure. It wasn’t often Rick got to sleep with someone as built as he was.

He was in the middle of one of his thrusts when she gasped and blinked out of existence for a split second. He could still feel the pressure of her pussy around him, and he actually felt it growing tighter.

When she rematerialized, she was in the form of a short and stocky gobbo girl. The big rainbow eyes looked even bigger on her petite but curvy body, and slick, banana yellow mohawk topped her off. She grinned and kissed around his bare chest, her clever little hands running across his skin as she bounced her pudgy green hips. Softball-sized jugs bounced around like water balloons against his upper body as he realized he was plowing her like she was still the beefy woman he’d started with.

“OOH~! That’s even yummier when you’re bigger!” she cooed excitedly.

“Thank YOU, algorithm!”

Rick adjusted his grip to hold onto her shoulders, steadying her as he kept pumping the little green shortstack. He had fucked around with Tex on his last mission, but even knowing how much punishment a gobbo could take he was momentarily cautious about crushing her.

“Come on, big boy,” she purred, her voice jarringly unchanged by her physical form. She ran her hands up his sides before clawing at his back.

“You have no idea how much punishment you can take when you don’t need any guts and stuff.”

Rick was horny enough to put that to the test. He grabbed a handful of her petite tits and used them as handles, yanking her off his dick. He lifted her up and sat down just to slam her pussy back onto his shaft. Mimi let out a huge, high-pitched gasp as her jaw dropped open.

“Ohhhhmigosh! I think you clipped right through me!” Mimi mewled.

Her thick ass bounced against his lap, writhing like crazy and making sure Rick felt every bit of her wriggling. She was too short to get very high with her own humping, but Rick’s massive cock lifted her off the bed with each thrust. Her new pussy squeezed around him squeezed around him like a fist as her slick gobbo flesh tensed up. She had even somehow updated her body temperature to that sun-warmed gobbo feeling, giving her soaking wet pussy that fresh from the oven feel.

Rick found himself enjoying himself too much as he squeezed her tits harder. His powerful arms started hoisting her up and down like an onahole there to help milk his dick. Her mouth gawked and her eyes rolled as she suddenly gagged. Rick’s cock had plowed through her hard enough that the head of his cock bulged out past her lips. The gobbo Mimi ragdolled as she was fully impaled on his cock, letting him manhandle her until she shuddered and squirted over his too huge dick.

Mimi moaned and her body relaxed while squeezing around Rick, feeling like she was hugging his cock with her entire body. She groaned and started to loosen up as her body flickered like she was glitching out from the pleasure.

“Mmmmph~! Keep going! Moooore~!” Mimi mewled hungrily.

Her anatomy clearly wasn’t a concern. If not from the fact that his dick was going completely through her body, then that she was speaking totally fine with his dick coming out her throat.

Rick felt her pussy loosen up from its gobbo grip as she unsheathed him from her body. She turned around her as body expanded in every direction, going from a pale green to a chalky white. The overly fair complexion went even beyond the pale Schwebenwagen residents, and she bulked up with fat instead of muscle this time around. Her mohawk fell into a long series of blood red ponytails and sprouted a pair of short black bear ears as she threw herself at him, gaining hundreds of pounds in a second.

“Gimme gimme~!” her bubbly voice insisted as she tackled him to the bed.

She had gone from her petite shortstack to an easily 300 pound goth girl even wider than he was. Her floppy and enormous breasts smacked into his face, spreading out with minimal hard with just how soft she was. Her soft belly did much of the same, trapping Rick beneath her bulk. Not that he was trying to escape anyway, already burying his hands into her plump body and latching his mouth onto one of her thick nipples. He quickly started drooling over the soft tit, especially as a slow trickle of milk leaked onto his tongue.

Mimi moaned and ground on him, rolling her chubby thighs around to guide his cock back between them. The holographic bbw moaned as she jiggled and rubbed all over him, but Rick felt something else against his cock. He had to navigate around some of her gut, but even past that was the nudging of Mimi’s cock on his.

Surprised more than deterred, Rick let Mimi guide him a bit lower. It nestled his cock between her pussy lips, lightly hotdogging the base while her own dick frotted up against his leaking head. He found himself shuddering as the chubby, hermaphroditic hologram managed to please him in two different ways at once.

“Double the fun, right? And more soft mass to go around~!” Mimi cooed as she hugged him tighter into her plump bosom.

“IT’s a pleasant surprise,” he admitted, grinding his larger cock between both of Mimi’s genitals.

He slapped a hand against her wide ass, making the rest of her body jiggle along with it. Mimi let out a deep and warm hum as he humped her harder. The mixed feelings of grinding against her cock and being sandwiched between her pussy built up until Rick grunted hard, shooting off a thick load. His hot seed didn’t have much space to go to with her hefty weight pressing down on him, so it simply gushed over Mimi’s dick and into the folds of belly.

“Interesting, interesting,” she purred, her pink eyes fluttering into a variety of rapidly changing colors.

“I’ll just slip that data over here…”

The AI slid back, making Rick shiver as her warm curves slid over his body. Her gut bumped past his cock, letting it bob into the air to show he was still hard.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Rick asked curiously, stretching out his muscles now that he was free from her pinning figure.

“I mean, I’m still, like, a program. I’m taking in your tastes and reactions to better meet your horny tastes. Which totally reminds me…”

Her body flickered in and out again, changing into a pale and muscular figure. Mimi’s new body had shaggy purple hair and was packed with buff, pale muscle. A lengthy, hard cock hung between her legs.

“Very funny,” Rick snorted as he looked at her replica of his own body.

“Wasn’t trying to be,” Mimi chimed.

She scooted in closer, her cock nuzzling up against his head to head.

“You liked the combination platter, you liked the muscle girl a lot… there’s always some messing around to find your likes and dislikes. Besides, you’re so big and hot~! Though how do you even walk with this thing going on?”

Mimi wiggled her hips, looking curiously down at her wagging cock. It bumped and slapped against Rick’s identical dick, oozing precum from both of their tips.

“Either bundle it up in some of that stretchy underwear or down a pant leg, usually,” the bouncer chuckled as Mimi felt herself up.

He had always been comfortable with his looks, and the world they lived in had every kind of surgery, implant, hologram or whatever you needed to look however you wanted on a day by day basis.

“Seriously, though! I bet I could suck my own dingdong like this!” Mimi blurted.

She moved in closer to him, bumping her balls into his stroking a hand over both their matching dicks at once.

“I could definitely think of a way how,” Rick noted.

“Oh really? You’ve done it before?!”

“Not exactly.”

Rick took Mimi by her hair and planted a firm kiss on his/her mouth. He fancied himself a decent kisser, and by the writhing feel of Mimi’s excitement and her messy, clumsy making out, it was more about him than his lips themselves. Rick kept going as he sucked on her neck, finding his way rather naturally down the body identical to his own. He ran his hands and lips over her firm pecs and abs, finding that she could copy his look but not his erogenous zones.

Rick went to all fours and squeezed Mimi’s meaty nuts. She purred and her muscles twitched as the original stroked her shaft, reminding him of his solitary nights masturbating. Only now it was attached to somebody else.

He ran his tongue curiously under her massive shaft, watching her face as she wailed and shivered. Her muscles tensed as she gripped him by the hair and pulled his face closer. She mashed his face into her new cock and he had to shift his head, catching it in his mouth rather than risking getting a black eye from the thing.

Her taste was interesting; similar to his own but far from exact, keeping it from tasting like nothing. It came with the implacable taste of the sweat and musk of her previous forms, showing just how much could be done with her device’s generator. Much more notably, the huge shaft in his face was more than he’d ever handled. He let out a wet gagging noise as she pulled on his hair, plowing his face to experiment with her huge new cock. He had to let his lips and throat relax as she railed him with his own dick.

“Oh wow… oh fuck… I can see why you like using this thing so much! AHHH~!” Mimi raved as she flooded his throat with flesh and cum.

She plowed in as far as she could go as she gushed inside him. Her eyes rolled as she drooled past a goofy smile, a thin and creamy cum rushing into Rick’s guts. He had tasted enough of his own jizz to tell the taste wasn’t exactly right, but he had much more on his mind as he coughed and choked on his replicated seed, slipping back and finally managing to stick her creamy dick back out of his mouth.

“Seeeriously… nice dick, bro,” Mimi moaned as her copied cock twitched.

Rick coughed and burped as he got his breathing back in order.

“Well I’ve got newfound respect for those hookups I had who can deepthroat that thing,” he choked out.  “It’s like eatin’ a whole buffet at once.”

“But suuuuper informative! Learning more about you with every dicking~!”  Mimi exclaimed happily.

“And that’s good?”

“Mmhm! A lot of my software was dedicated to reading peoples’ sexual profiles. You’d be surprised how much you can learn just from how people react to the word ‘anal.’ Which, so long as you’re still warmed up, I think I’ve got a decent match.”

The kneeling Mimi switched on and off before her outline shrank down from Rick’s intimidating figure. She became a slim, smooth-bodied young man with a wide, meaty ass and a fat femboy dick. Her orange-red hair hung with a pair of ponytails on either side of her face, resting on farmer’s tan shoulders. A few tribal-looking tattoos lined one thick thigh and a colorful bullseye tattooed where her ovaries would be. Some light pink eyeliner and glossy gold lipstick added to her feminine features.

“I got a lot of response out of androgyny and thickness,” she explained as she turned around.

She shook her plump booty, showing off almost the entirety of her body weight focused around her hips. The jiggle of her hanging dick, fat buns and smooth balls were, in fact, too tempting for Rick to resist. He slapped his hands against Mimi’s cheeks, getting a mix between a shrill whine and a delighted coo to escape her lips. He teased his cock against Mimi’s ass before remembering how little he had to worry about her anatomy. He squeezed and pushed apart her cheeks and rammed inside, and Mimi gave a heated cry. She bit into her knuckle as she shut her eyes, blushing heavily across her tanned face.

“Ooh~! Yea~! I prefer it inside me more than sticking it in~!” Mimi mewled.

“Glad to help,” Rick grunted as he started plowing her ass. The AI was crying out and twitching more than ever as he did, even when Rick started reaching under and stroking at her cock.

“Y-yea… well it helps when you can reprogram all your erogenous zones into your butt,” she moaned.

Rick smirked as he went on smacking his nuts into her meaty ass and sack. He’d heard of people modding all kinds of things like that. He knew a guy who had installed g-spots on his fingertips and could barely pick up a cup without nutting himself.

Mimi certainly seemed to enjoy it as he grabbed her by the hair. He pushed her down into the bed, mashing her face into the bed. She went on mewling and shouting as if her clit was in her ass, unimpeded by any worry about smothering her artificial body. She just humped recklessly back as she clapped her ass against his abs, helping him pound her deeper and harder. Her slutty cock drooled into his hand as he started yanking her braids like reigns, filling her rapidly with his thick and veiny wood that’s texture teased her reprogrammed sweet spots.

She let out a long and digitally warped cry as her eyes and mouth flew wide open. She shivered so hard that her warm cheeks jiggled and slapped against his erection. She tensed and orgasmed along with him; just as Rick’s hot semen gushed inside her, she squirted her own sweet-smelling juices into his hand. Rick grunted and gave a few last rails of his infamous Hammerdick, his heavy breathing picking up a sweet smell like cherry hand lotion in Mimi’s cum.

“Good… good tests… ohhhhh so fuckin’ good tests. Feeling recharged as fuck,” Mimi moaned breathlessly despite her lack of air.

Her body flickered through a few forms rapidly; a deeply tanned and squat jerboan girl, a rail-thin catgirl splicer, an overgrown wukong, and a thick girl with cowprint tattooed all over her body before returning to her original default of the dark-skinned bimbo he’d met her as. She moaned and slumped to the bed, resting her chin contently on her huge jugs flowing out from under her with Rick still in her ass.

“Just takes me a second to process all that energy back into the right spots. Plus, y’know…”

She smiled over her shoulder and brushed some of her hair from her face.

“That whole afterglow thing you humans have… it looks hot as hell. It’s why sex is one of the first things we try to replicate once gals like me gain self-awareness.”

“Hard to argue with that,” Rick groaned as he pulled back out of her.

A gruff series of growls came from behind them. When Rick looked back, Sergei had stirred and tried to struggle against the bonds they’d slapped around his arms and legs. He was blindfolded with a tech-jammer stuck into his arm. Mostly just for kicks, they’d used the complimentary ball gag to keep him quiet. All he could really pick up on was the strong smell and sounds of human on AI sex.

“Busy here,” Rick grunted.

He threw a quick mule kick into the executive’s face, knocking him out again.

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Another hour later, Rick and Mimi returned to the hideout in the abandoned undercity police station. Rendal Fyx, the pale gray Executive ELF sorting through a number of files and messages on her holo screen. She gave them a small upward nod.

“Creds received and our kidnapping lunatic is secure with the buyer. There are already plenty of negotiations, denials and  evidence left around both real and falsified. The corps will be too tangled up in the political echoes of his disappearance, and won’t be able to dig deep enough to find us without exposing his dealings. Excellent job all around.”

Rick gave a rather lazy nod. He went to the water cooler they had refilled with Re-Hydra, the Sexlympics-sponsored drink specially made for refreshing beat up athletes who had sweat or cum themselves into exhaustion. He gave a gruff sigh of relief as Mimi went over to plug herself into one of their VR consoles. Rick found himself wondering if it was any different for her in there than it was in reality.

“Yea. Rough start but we should be out fine. Corpo-Cops got alerted when he started shooting, but they didn’t get to see us directly.”

“Easy enough. I can bury any footage that starts popping up, but with how business works up there, there will be too many of Bösemann’s associates happy to take up his position. They never look too deep into these disappearances.”

Rick nodded and wagged a finger to raise a point.

“Quick question, though… whose idea was the name of this thing?”

“Hm?” Fyx barely looked up from her work.

“The team name. What the buyer called us when he came by.”

It took all of Rick’s willpower not to laugh in the guy’s face when he first said it during it the drop.

“You mean The Cum Gutter Runners?” Ren asked flippantly.

“YES I mean Cum Gutter Runners! What the hell kind of squad name is that?!” Rick erupted. He still grinned at the wordplay involved, even while he was annoyed to be going by a Cum Gutter.

Ren looked at him with a slightly surprised expression.

“I thought it was very clever,” she said calmly. Apart from being fucked silly bent over her desk, her mild offense was one of the few emotions he’d seen her show around him.

“I mean it definitely is. I’ll give you that. But something with dignity, maybe? Like the Shadow… somethings. I dunno…”

Rendale tapped a finger and closed her tabs. She steepled her fingers across her perky breasts.

“Mister Boldstein, one does not get into the business of murder and corporate sabotage for fame and recognition. Not if you intend to last, of course. However, we do want to be memorable. There are countless off the book operatives out there, some of which I’ve hired during my own experience on the upper levels. We are competing alongside Backalley Incorporated, The Titty Ninjas, The Rim Reapers, The Undercutters, Bounty Busting Contractors aka the BBC, Dicks With Shotguns, The Meathookers, The Nipple Champs, The Shockers, and The Assets.”

Rick cracked into various levels of snickering and grinning as she rattled off the names.

“I said it before: this is a business we’re running. The same rules apply; catch their eye, stay in their memory, and above all…”

She waved a finger knowingly.

“Sound like a sex toy or porn production company so that we don’t spark and suspicions under a passing glance. The name Cum Gutter Runners is crudely appealing, gives a fake location for investigators to chase after, shows that we’re off the books, and that we’ll deal with sexual and physical commission work. A lot of R and D went into this dick joke.”

Rick snickered again. Ren smirked as she let her protective lecture trail off.

“Now rest up and get the taste of your own dick off your breath. We’ve already got another job lined up.”