“Well, Mr. Palmer, you interrupted my dinner. I’m gonna need you to make up for that.” She walks up to me and guides my knees apart with her free hand. She lowers herself down to a kneeling position in front of me, and holding her ona-body in one hand, attempts to unzip my pants.
She struggles a little in trying to get my cock out with one hand, and I try to help her. “Keep your hands to your sides. Ever been to a strip club? This is my show and you don’t get to touch.”
She quickly manages to free me, and her wide-eyed look of surprise is immediately matched with a huge grin. “Shit! You’re huge!” She grabs a hold of the base and eyes up my rock-hard cock, moving her head to the side to get a good look. “Fuck yes. Your abilities continue to impress…”
She flips the case holding the last of her natural parts over, facing her pussy directly in front of me. “You want to get in here, you have to earn it. Tonight we’re gonna play ‘just the tip’, and if you’re a good boy you might get more later. Performance brings compensation, and I like to reward good work…”
She ducks back down and takes a slow lick from the base to the tip of my cock, her long tongue reaching past her chin and flicking around my shaft as she works her way up. Her artificial body’s saliva is especially slippery and thick, another reservoir of lube for her sex-bot body. Her mouth engulfs the tip, and she begins stroking me with her free hand. She picks up the pace, taking in the first few inches into her mouth and swirling her tongue around expertly, and just touching the tip of my cock to the beginning of her throat.
She lifts her other arm up above her head, holding her ona-body’s pussy in front of my face and removing my dick from her mouth for a moment. “Get in there and show me what you can do.”
I lean forward slightly and give it my absolute best. I lick and suck her like my life depends on it, and it’s certainly possible my job might depend on it. Her level of arousal makes it a fairly easy job, and I get a first-hand view of her vaginal muscles spasming as she comes strongly. Her grip on her onahole chassis slips slightly as she’s rocked by her orgasm, her wireless connection to her body possibly glitching slightly, and she accidentally shoves her pussy right into my face. I use the opportunity to push my tongue deeper into her, as she rides the wave of pleasure to another peak. She withdraws herself from me, takes a moment to regain some sort of composure, and gives us a moment to catch our respective breaths.
“Goddamn you did well. Now it’s meal time. Remember, no touchy.” I grab the armrest on each side of my chair, and she slowly brings her pussy down onto the tip of my cock. She lowers her head down to the side, and works my balls over with her tongue while jerking me off with one hand and working my tip with her detached pussy. Obviously I don’t last long under this multi-pronged attack, and soon I feel my peak approaching. “Olivia, I’m gonna come soon!”
She responds, “Fucking do it, fill me up.” At that moment, her pussy muscles clamp down around the head of my cock, and somehow she generates a massive amount of suction from somewhere deep inside her vagina. I shoot harder than I ever have - it seems like she’s trying to suck my soul out though my dick, and by the way she licks her lips, watching her pod have its fill, she’s as close to a succubus as technology will allow.
Her predatory smile doesn’t stop me from exploding, though.
After an absolutely mind blowing orgasm, I wind down and my eyes refocus, the last couple shots still pumping forcefully into her. She does one last squeeze and pump to coax the last drops out, dragging her finger up the underside, stem to stern; well-practiced. “Fucking perfect. Looks like I chose well, you cum like a goddamn cannon.”
She turns her onahole body over, her pussy facing upward to allow gravity to help in getting my spunk somewhere deep into her. “You taste pretty good too. You’ll be even better after starting my regimen.” She sets her ona-body on the desk upside down, small feet automatically flipping out from their folded position around her brain case to stabilize her.
The body everyone else can see strides leisurely over behind her desk and pulls out a small box of tissues from her bag, tossing it my way. I quickly clean myself up, and get my clothing situation back into a more work-appropriate state. She flops back into her chair, hooks her hands behind her head, and kicks her feet up - right next to her onahole body. “Damn, that sure hits the spot. Be on the lookout for a package when you get home. There will be a pill bottle in there, make sure to take one tonight before bed, and one before you show up next morning. I’m going to need your best performance tomorrow, in every aspect.”
“Yes ma’am. I’m looking forward to helping out in every way I can.”
“I like the enthusiasm, but don’t get cocky - You’re already packing plenty of that.” She smiles and winks. “I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll need a report of our open projects and their status by COB tomorrow.”
“Sounds good. I should have that to you early, barring any distractions.”
“Oh, you’ll be distracted, trust me. I’m heading home once I get myself put back together. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I get up and leave her office, stopping in mine momentarily to pick up my things and head home.
As soon as I pull up to my apartment, a delivery drone touches down in front of my door, leaving behind a moderately large box before immediately zipping back up into the air. I grab the box and head inside. Opening it up, there’s a bottle of very large, mysterious-looking pills with a generic white label, reading “Ona Andro-X Plus”.
Underneath the bottle and past a layer of packing paper, a case of small cans of some kind of concentrated fruit and vitamin juice are arranged in the bottom of the box. I open up the pill bottle, and shake out one of the pills. “This looks pretty shady, but here goes nothing I guess…” I wash the pill down with one of the cans of juice, and throw the rest into the fridge.
As I finish up dinner cleanup, loading the dishwasher and wiping down the countertop, I start to feel a slightly electric buzzy energy in my stomach. The feeling grows as I sit on the couch and watch some mindless entertainment to distract myself. As soon as the show’s hot co-star makes her tv-friendly-but-still-risqué appearance, I realize that I’m getting uncomfortably, chemically horny.
“Fuck, what the hell did she give me?” I begin to notice a slight tingling feeling in my balls and lower stomach. As the tv show sets up some funny but dirty jokes, my dick springs into action, rapidly getting painfully hard.
I walk into the bathroom, quickly undress, and hop in the shower, hoping to distract myself and maybe relax a little. As soon as the hot water touches my skin I realize that was a terrible idea, as it only over stimulates me further. I decide to take matters into my own hands, grabbing a blob of conditioner, jerking off and coming almost instantaneously. I put a hand on the wall of the shower to stabilize myself, the sensation powerful enough to nearly knock me over as my legs turn to jelly and my eyes unfocus. It seems whatever she gave me is already massively increasing my production as I shoot out a quantity of spunk that I didn’t think was possible for one person, pumping shot after shot.
Shower concluded and orgasm subsided, I finally feel more calm now - although the strange stirring and churning feeling down below is still there buzzing in the background.
Right after drying off and getting dressed into my bathrobe, I feel powerfully hungry again less than an hour after dinner. I end up preparing and eating a second dinner and drinking what feels like a gallon of water, then I head into bed early shortly after.
My dreams are some of the most vivid I’ve had in a long time, and all of them sexually charged. All of them feature the new boss, wearing a succubus costume and wings most of the time. Fitting, I suppose.
I wake up just before my alarm is set to go off, still a little tired and overwhelmed from last night. I immediately notice the pressure of the morning wood I’m sporting, and get up to try to walk it off. Everything down there seems a little larger and slightly tender, swollen by whatever was in those pills.
I try to relax a little, and get to work on preparing breakfast. I end up making nearly double what I would normally - it seems like my appetite grew along with my libido. As I finish up the meal, I remember to take another one of the pills as instructed, reluctantly swallowing it down with another can of juice.
After getting ready for the day, I grab a water bottle on my way out the door in the hopes of keeping up with my nearly unquenchable thirst, my metabolism seemingly stuck in overdrive.
I arrive in the office early, hoping to avoid any participation in the rumor mill, but the water cooler gang is already waiting for me.
“Yo Allen! You survived!”
I walk up and refill my water bottle, already drained during the drive to work. “Barely, she is very, very aggressively motivated. At least I’ll get my workout in, running around this place all day to keep her happy.”
“So have you heard anything about her plans for this place? No army of robots taking over or anything?”
“Nothing yet, she wants to go over all of the second quarter projects; whatever’s currently in the works. It seems like she’s focused on maximizing our ability to get stuff done, so I wouldn’t be too worried about getting shitcanned. If anything, I got a feeling she’ll rip out some of the bureaucracy we keep smashing into, maybe get some blood flowing around here”
Poor choice of words, I had to admit while holding my bag in front of my slacks.
“Or maybe she’s already got her mind control robots in your brain! We’re doomed! It’s judgment day!” He laughs, grabbing onto the water cooler tank as he pontificates.
“Naah. She’s definitely here to help us out, and she’s a cyborg, not a robot. She might have had a lot of work done, but she’s still got some human parts under that body.”
“One hell of a body though, right? Man, it’s gotta be hard for you to focus with her bouncing around all day.”
“I strive to be a consummate professional in my line of work. Although I do appreciate the scenery. Anyway, I have to go and prepare some reports for her early, I’m hoping to get a head start before she shows up.”
As I walk over to my cube, I think to myself “Oh, it’ll definitely be hard today… Hopefully I can maintain my composure long enough to get my work done and stay out of trouble.”
As I approach my office, even the sensation of my pants sliding around as I walk becomes a little too much, and I’m halfway hard as I round the corner. One of the more attractive ladies from the finance department crosses my path, and I make a quick step out of her way in the hopes she won’t look down at my crotch area - dress pants can be pretty revealing.
I make it to my office apparently without incident, and sit down to get a head start on the boss. The reports are surprisingly easy to compile, and a set of scripts I developed two or three bosses ago come in handy again. While the reports are running, I lean back and take a massive swig of my water bottle to try to satisfy my persistent thirst, the churning excitement downstairs still present but becoming a little less noticeable this morning.
Just as I’m about to kick back for a moment of relaxation before my real work begins, I hear a knock at my door. I open it and see Ms. Richardson in a dark red business suit, carefully tailored to accommodate her superhuman proportions.
“Good morning Mr. Palmer. I see you came in early. I want to advise you that trying to come in too early too often might cause you to burn out, and affect my ability to get the job done. I only expect your best performance, not at an unsustainable level.”
She closes the door behind her and her practiced demeanor cracks, slipping into a mix of apprehension and hope. “Speaking of performance, did you take the pills like I said?”
“Yeah, what the hell is this stuff? I’m hornier than a teenager and have literally eaten double what I normally do. Also I’m constantly thirsty and I think my junk is bigger. Or at least swollen...”
“Yeah, sorry about that - I probably should have done a better job warning you about the adjustment period. That should mellow out as you get used to the pills."
"Oh good, I was really worried last night. I thought I might have to go to a doctor after eating everything in my fridge and nearly passing out in the shower…"
"I'm really sorry about that.” she said, conspicuously not sorry in the slightest.
“So what the hell is Andro-X Plus’? Sounds like a steroid or something. I’d prefer not to be taking something illegal my boss gave me, which seems like a potential HR problem for both of us.”
She casually leans up against the wall of my small office, her every movement precision engineered to give men something to fantasize over. “That supplement blend is built for ona-type people's clients to help sustain our bio parts. It ups the nutritional value of your cum, and also the amount - but the side effects can be a bit… zesty at first.”
I take another swig out of the water bottle, already halfway drained. “Also, I think my junk grew? I was happy with what I had before, but I can’t really complain.”
"The growth is probably permanent, but it will taper off pretty quickly. Also I don't think any guy on earth would complain about an extra inch or two."
"True - This morning I woke up surprised, but not exactly unpleasantly surprised."
"You’ll also probably cum like a firehose from now on, which I’m kinda counting on. Speaking of which, if you get to a good stopping point in your reports and you’re in need of some ‘relief’, I’ll be ready for brunch soon. I’m looking forward to getting my first taste of you after the supplements.”
“You know, I’m fascinated by your situation. I’ve never met anyone like you before, and the contrast between the ironclad office lady outside and the cyber succubus here with me is absolutely compelling.”
If Olivia’s body was capable of blushing, she’d be glowing like a neon sign. “I’m really glad that you didn’t report me once you found out about my… needs. I’ve been needing to hide who I really am for a long time and it’s been exhausting. Outside our offices though I’m still gonna bust your balls to keep up appearances.” She smiles.
“Olivia - I have a bit of a secret to tell you about those reports. They’re running right now - I don’t actually need to do anything other than hit start and wait about fifteen minutes. I basically automated the whole thing a few bosses ago, and if my boss is shitty, I get to get away from him for some free time on his dime.”
“So you’re free now?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Follow me, and grab your laptop - I think I can find some tasks for you for the next ten minutes.”
“Oh, I’m good for a lot longer than ten minutes.”
“Normally I would believe you. Today though, I’ll be impressed if you last five.”
As we round the corner, she pulls out her keys and unlocks her office. I hear a faint buzzing from behind her desk, and her composure slips slightly as she walks around to the other side, letting out a mostly suppressed moan.
From under her desk, she removes her disconnected onahole core, and sets it upside down atop the desk on its tiny retractable feet. A neon blue dildo is sticking partially out of the top, buzzing away as she uses her vaginal muscles to slowly slide it up and down.
“Take a seat please, and set your laptop on the desk. I’m so hungry and you’ve got a report to get through, so let’s do a little multitasking.”
"Looks like you've already been multitasking for a little while - I'm impressed." I quickly comply with her instructions, opening up my laptop to face me while dropping into the chair and quickly undoing my zipper.
“You’re learning fast. Good boy.” She walks back around to kneel between my legs, and undoes the top two buttons of her blouse to reveal a portion of her enormous cleavage. She whips out my package, and immediately licks her way up and around, her enhanced lubrication tingling slightly and bringing me to full mast almost instantly.
“Start talking, I need to get caught up quickly.” She bends down, taking my cock head into her mouth as she begins a whirlwind of licking and sucking.
I attempt to keep it together while she continues to aggressively attack me from below. “Ok, so those summaries you got from corporate are all pretty inaccurate.. Goddamn… We’ve got one, maybe two products that actually make any money, and they carry this whole operation. Fuck that feels good”
She removes her mouth from the tip, and quickly jumps up to her feet. “One second, I have an idea to make this more… efficient.” She walks over to her purse and quickly retrieves her phone, hitting a long-practiced sequence of rapid button presses and setting her phone on her desk.
Her now slightly tinny sounding voice emanates from her phone’s speaker as she walks back around and dives back in. My shock at her cybernetic ventriloquist act is immediately replaced, as she takes in my whole length down to the base in one smooth motion, deep into her cybernetic throat..
As she holds herself down, her throat simultaneously vibrating, sucking and massaging me, she restarts the meeting. “Interesting - so we have a couple strong points, but we’ll need to find some efficiencies in those struggling departments.”
“Oh shit! Yeah, our… main issue is material costs, those less profitable divisions have higher supply costs, so no matter what we do they’re at a disadvantage! Aah! Here’s the chart!” My hand shaking, I reach out and click next in my presentation, and she turns her head enough to catch a few glances of the screen as she bobs up and down on my cock.
“I’ll meet with our VP of logistics, there’s almost certainly a way to get those costs brought down. By the way, you’re going to need to let me know when you’re close so I can feed. I don’t want your cum to go to waste.”
“I’m pretty close, but I think I can get through this report! I’ve got two more slides! Holy shit!”
“I need you to focus.” She lightly smacks me on the thigh. “So, what else? Anything to report on the worker side? I took a glance at our pay charts and it looks like we’re a few percent below market. What’s our retention looking like?”
“It's not bad! We've got a good group! They help each other out! Uh fuck! They're worried about you fucking their whole situation up though! I’m pretty close, you’re incredible!”
“Thanks for letting me know, and thanks for the compliment. I'm impressed you lasted this long.” She removes my length from her throat, and positions the tip just outside her lips. She begins very aggressively pumping me with both hands, while swirling her prodigious tongue in circles around my cock head.
“Oh shit, I'm coming!” I lose control and my supplement-enhanced system begins pumping a torrent of cum into her waiting mouth. She opens up wide, tipping her head back slightly, expertly catching the thick stream and holding it in her mouth. She has a moment of panic as her mouth completely fills up with my last few spurts, and the last couple ropes of cum fire across her face as I wind down.
She carefully but quickly rotates herself to the side, head held high so as to not spill a drop, and grabs her onahole case from the desk. Turning back to face me, she yanks the dildo out of her pussy, tossing the toy on her desk, and lifts her pussy up to make contact with her own mouth. She carefully leans forward and pours my massive load into her vagina, cybernetic eyes glazed over as her organic parts get their first taste of my newly enhanced blend.
She spits the last drops into herself, and leans back onto her feet as her eyes close and she savors the moment. "Fuck that's delicious. The sweetness from the fruit concentrate perfectly counteracts your unusually mild bitterness, and the quantity! The slight note of an herbaceous aftertaste! I've never had as good a load."
"Ummm, thanks?"
Her eyes snap open and focus onto me, and she breaks out into a huge grin, somewhere between happiness and a predatory hunger. "I gotta tell my friends about you. I've never had anything like that, and the three of us happen to have sampled plenty of cum over the years. Then again, maybe I'll just keep you to myself and constantly brag to them…"
“I’m glad I exceeded your expectations. That was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever seen or felt before. You are absolutely superhuman in every aspect.” She smiles bashfully, and looks away for a moment.
“Oh, you also have some of my cum on your face still. Just wanted to let you know.” I point at the spot on my face, demonstrating where my spunk is sitting on her face. It’s stuck to her upper cheek, next to her eye and almost in her hairline.
Her cybernetic tongue extends from her mouth, reaching all the way up to the spot and scooping it off her face. She quickly lifts up her ona-unit, jamming her tongue into her own pussy and delivering the last drop to wherever it goes inside her organic parts. She shudders slightly at the stimulation, but quickly stands up and regains her composure. She sets her bio parts back on the desk, and grabs the box of tissues again for us to clean ourselves up.
“Thanks again for that. I think with your… production I’ll probably be full for the rest of the day. However, if you feel the need to relieve yourself again I can store a little extra in my stomach for later.” She sits down in her overstuffed office chair, a satisfied smile on her face as she dabs herself clean.
“I’ll let you know if I need some help, but I think I’ll be good for the rest of the day.” I smile back.
“Oh, one more thing! Sorry, I had cum on the brain earlier and totally forgot to ask you. Would you like to get dinner with me and my friend? She’s free for the next few days, and I have to pick her up and take care of her while she’s between clients. We can make it a business meeting for us, I’d like to pick your brain on a few things. Also you'll probably be pretty spun up by then so I can drain your balls again if you need it.”
I’m taken aback for a second by her last sentence, then take a moment to respond. Olivia’s cybernetic face is still expressive enough to betray her hope that she didn’t overstep her bounds or offend me.
“You know, I had a policy of no after work interactions unless it was a business social function, but a lot has changed in the last couple days. I know this is a little more than the usual business chat dinner, so no need for the pretense. I’m game though, I’m still absolutely fascinated by you. I also think you and I can help this place along much more than the last few crap bosses I’ve worked with, so I’m more than happy to join you.”
She beams with excitement, and pumps her arm in a “Yes!” motion. “Sweet! I’ll text Christie that you’re down. She wants to meet you so badly, and if I tell her about your ‘gifts’ she’ll hate me forever. It’ll be awesome. Oh, just to let you know she’s the second of the three of us who got the ona-body treatment, and she’s… different. You’ll see.”