Tom's alarm chimes, and he grumbles to himself while rolling over to grab his phone. Daylight is just beginning to peek through the edges of the bedroom curtains, enough light to see by but not enough to force him awake. It’s still much earlier than he would normally prefer, and way earlier than the usual wakeup time, ten minutes before the work day starts.
Today though, instead of the usual morning routine - crawling out of bed and dragging his feet as he wanders over to his desk to boot up his computer, now he's looking forward to another day with Lilly by his side.
She stirs slightly from her position in the chair just off to the side of the bed. Tom hears her sigh into a half-awake murmur, and she yawns as she stirs slightly. She’s probably not used to both being woken up by an alarm anymore, or actually sleeping in quite a while.
She looks over to Tom with a groggy smile as she lifts her head from the massive blob of pillows he encased her tiny form with last night. "Good morning! I sorta forgot how nice a good night's sleep can be. I feel awesome!"
He carefully removes her from the arrangement of pillows and chair, and lifts her up to a vertical position. She does a few neck rotations to stretch, her only real range of motion available, as he carries her out to the kitchen. "I'm glad you enjoyed the sleeping arrangements. I'll try to figure out a better setup soon, but I think it'll do for now."
“Yeah, that was great. I think the fake sleep my crate forced me into isn’t even close to the real thing.”
He sets her on the counter, and sets the smart light control to slowly brighten the room over the next minute. "So, what's your morning routine usually look like? We have plenty of time before heading over to my desk for work."
She thinks for a moment, her head cocking to the side in a pondering upward look. "Well, before I got here, a caretaker would wake us from our hibernation units and plug us all into our base stations. There we would get the food fill and waste drain, then he’d give us some special mouthwash that we would swish for a little bit. We'd spit that out into a basin, then he would use a spray wand and some soap to clean us off. Then drying, some half-assed hair care, and onto our neural integration and training stuff."
"Oh I think we can do a much better job than that. I’ll hook you up in the restroom real quick, while I grab some stuff." They head into the bathroom, and he docks her into her waste relief connector. Tom closes the door as he runs back to the bedroom and changes into his swim shorts, in an attempt at maintaining some semblance of modesty.
Tom heads back and knocks on the restroom door. “Come on in, I’m all set!”
As he opens the door, Lilly’s face shows a moment of confusion at his extremely floral board shorts, then she smiles as she figures it out. “Oh, nice! I was wondering how you wanted to handle the shower part.”
“I figured I’ll hop in with you and help get you clean, then I’ll finish up myself.”
“My own personal spa, sweet!” She winks at me, and her smile gets even bigger.
Tom slides open the shower curtain, and examines the chair the installation crew left behind. For the most part it resembles a typical shower chair, white plastic with metal legs and rubber feet, but with a raised center that should latch into a recess in the bottom of Lilly’s casing. “Ok, here goes nothing.” He picks her up from her perch by the toilet, and transfers her to her new shower spot.
Tom pulls off his shirt and steps into the shower to join her. Lilly’s eyes open slightly wider, and he thinks he sees a slight blush. She quickly forces herself back to her previous expression though, as she notices him noticing her. She looks up at Tom. “This should be fun, I haven’t had a proper shower in a long time!”
He steps in and closes the curtain, grabbing the spray wand from its bracket as he enters. Standing next to her, with the top of her head barely reaching my stomach, it feels a little awkward to Tom. It’s a good height for taking care of her, but her direct line of sight on his shirtless lower body and bathing suit seems a little suggestive.
Tom stoops down and reaches past her chair with his free hand, and as his face gets close to hers he says, “One sec, I’ll fire this thing up.” he flips the shower control to a nice medium-hot setting, and begins the process by carefully wetting down Lilly’s hair. She closes her eyes and leans back slightly, a blissful hum coming from her as she moves her head around to bask in the warm water. Kneeling down, Tom squeezes out a blob of shampoo from her newly-delivered bottle and begins to work it into her hair, moving the spray wand out of the way as he spreads the growing foam cloud into her hair evenly.
He massages her scalp, firmly but carefully using his fingertips to work in the suds and work out some stress. Clearly enjoying it, she responds, “Oh man, that feels so nice.”
Tom's hands move down to shampoo her neckline, and she tilts her head to the side slightly, nuzzling into his palm as she lets out a quiet and pleased ‘mmmm’.
He runs his fingers through her hair, combing down carefully as they finish up the first step, then he grabs the shower wand again. “Ok, now the rinse. I’ll be careful, but I’m worried I might get soap in your eyes, so squeeze them tight.”
“I’ll just hold my breath and close my eyes until it’s all out. I probably didn’t tell you yet, but us CAT folks can hold our breath for like ten minutes.”
“Wow, that’s really impressive.”
“Yeah, at the clinic they mentioned something about ‘reduced oxygen demand’ and ‘safety protocols’ or something like that. I probably should have paid attention in class more, but I was still in a bit of shock at the time. Anyway, rinse cycle please!”
As she takes a breath and closes her eyes tightly, he holds the wand a few inches above the top of her head. The spray cascades down through her hair, past her face and neck, down the sides of her casing, and into the bathtub basin as she rotates her head around in small circles to work the suds out.
They move on to the next step, conditioner and some fancy face cleaner. He works the conditioner in, then using a fingertip he carefully applies the face soap, Lilly greatly enjoying the attention. Tom runs his soapy hands down her slender neck, as he does so she seems to greatly enjoy the feeling, letting out something between a sigh and a purr. He continues downward, being careful around the point where her lower neck transitions into the hard inner edge of her body canister. After a thorough final rinse, she’s looking fantastic, even in her extremely soggy state.
“All clean?”
She looks at him, and with a puff of air she blows away a droplet of water running down her face. “I think so, thanks again. I can’t exactly do it myself, so I really appreciate your help.”
Tom gently moves a stray clump of wet hair out of her view, and wipes away the few stray water drops left on her face. “I’m glad to do it. Mind if I set you just outside here for a second while I take care of myself?”
“Sure, could you dry me off a bit before hopping back in? I don’t want to drip everywhere.”
“Oh yeah, good idea.” He flips the water off for a moment, then grabs a towel from the rack. He folds it in half and sets it on the bath mat, then releases Lilly from her chair and sets her on the towel. He grabs another nearby towel, and takes a knee in the bath to partially dry her off without dripping everywhere. Tom gently dabs the bulk of the water from her hair, then drapes the towel loosely around where her neck and her casing meet, to catch any remaining drips. “I'll be quick, one sec!”
Tom stands back up and closes the curtain, quickly removing his shorts and taking care of his shower as fast as he can.
Once concluded, he opens the curtain just enough to see the towel rack, and pulls one out for himself. He dries off and ties the towel around his waist in an attempt at modesty as he opens up the curtain.
Lilly looks up at Tom from her spot on the rug with a strange expression on her face. “I just realized something. Unless you count my casing as some kind of weird clothing, I’ve technically been naked this whole time… Although I guess there aren’t really any fun bits on me that need to be covered up anymore.”
“Oh my… I invite a new co-worker over to help me out and she shows up naked the first day - how saucy! What’ll the other ladies in the office think?” Tom grins as he picks her up and sets her on the bathroom counter.
“If you ask Naya she’d wonder why I would be concerned at all… she totally jumped into the CAT project with both feet. That is, both feet removed, along with both legs, arms, and most of the rest of her body. She’s been the only fully healthy volunteer so far.”
He begins to towel off Lilly’s hair, being careful to not be too aggressive. “Yeah, you mentioned Naya yesterday - what do you think about me setting up a dinner tonight with us, her, and her partner if they’re available? I can send an email this morning to see if they’re interested.”
“Oh, that would be awesome! I miss her, and I really want to know how she’s been getting along with Paul!”
“Sweet! I’ll do that first thing this morning.”
Tom looks over Lilly’s current state, her canister currently dripping slightly from the last of the water suspended in her hair slowly migrating downward. Her clean, relaxed, but slightly messy look combines intriguingly with her very pretty face. Perched atop the small container that houses the rest of what’s left of her body, the whole look strikes him as both incredibly cute and strangely attractive.
“So, what else do I need to do to help you get ready? I’m not exactly skilled in the art of getting a girl ready for work - it’s usually just a shower and some clothes for me, and sometimes not even clothes if I’m not on camera that day.”
“Oh, so who’s the saucy one now? Working in a bathrobe… Sheesh.” She smiles. “I don’t think we need to worry about makeup or anything yet, just blow drying my hair would be great. Otherwise It’ll take hours to air dry - my hair’s super thick.”
“I happen to have a hair dryer here somewhere - hold on, I need to dig.” He kneels down, being careful with the towel tied around his waist. He rifles through the stuff in the bathroom cabinet until he sees the handle of the long-unused hairdryer, left behind by a previous girlfriend and largely untouched since then.
“Got it! Oh yeah, this too!” He grabs the brush lying nearby.
“So, the basics of taking care of my hair - first, an all around brush to get everything lined up. To get my hair dry, all you need to do is start on one side, use the brush to lift up a chunk so the hot air can get through it, and it'll dry pretty quickly. Work your way down and around, and my hair will be dry and nicely bouncy in just a few minutes. Simple, right?”
“Huh, why is it then that girls take so long to get ready?” Tom plugs in the hair dryer, and holds it at the ready.
“You’re only dealing with like 20 percent of your typical girl, and I still haven’t taught you anything about makeup yet. If you want me to make the other girls jealous when we go out you’ve got some serious training ahead of you.”
“I’m looking forward to it. If Naya’s down for dinner, maybe the next lesson will be sooner than you think.” Tom winks at her as he fires up the hair dryer, and gets to work.
After a slightly clumsy beginning, he quickly gets the hang of doing her hair, and she does her best to help him out. Soon her hair is looking pretty fantastic, her bob cut looking both silky and bouncy.
She shakes her head around, sending her hair springing about, then instantly settling back. “Nice! It’s super bouncy! You should take a turn sproinging it, just lift up on it!”
He reaches over and lifts up the bottom edge of her hair, where it just begins to roll under. “Indeed, very sproingy. That’s kinda fun,” He lifts up on it again. “Sproing! Nice! “
“I used to have a lot longer hair, like crazy long, and I’d mess with it constantly. I had to get it cut for the program though, they were worried that it would get stuck in my storage crate’s mechanical bits.”
“I’m on board with whatever hairdo you want to rock. This one’s really cute though, I like it a lot.”
“You say that now, but when it was long I used to have to brush it for like a half hour just to deal with the tangles. I’m super happy with this hairdo, and I’m glad you like it.”
“I do, you look really nice. I think it suits you well”
Lilly blushes slightly and looks up at me. “I like how you look too.” Just then Tom realizes he's still only wearing a towel, and now is also blushing a bit too. She shyly looks away, and he interrupts the impending awkward silence. “I’ll be right back, I gotta get dressed. I’ll be super quick though, one sec!”
As he speed walks back to the bedroom to get dressed, he wonders to himself what a relationship with someone like Lilly would really look like. Certainly going out would result in a lot of stares and some weird questions, but they’re already planning on meeting Naya and her partner soon, so that’s unavoidable either way. Lilly is great for conversation and as a coworker, but how would they navigate anything more serious if it ever gets that far? More to learn from Naya he supposes.
Tom quickly throws on a short-sleeved button up work shirt and some dark jeans, then runs back to grab Lilly.
He sets her on the kitchen counter, and asks, “So I was thinking, I probably should whip up something nice for your first real meal since your surgery. How does Eggs Benedict sound?”
“Oh cool! Isn’t that a lot of work though?”
“It’s actually pretty easy if I do a shortcut on the hollandaise sauce. It’ll probably make any French chefs in the room have a heart attack, but it works for me. Oh, and by the way, do you want to watch tv or something while you wait?”
I’d actually like to watch you work, it’s nice to have a man in the house to take care of my needs.” She winks.
“I always aim to please.” He winks in return. “Speaking of need, how much do you think you can eat? I’m thinking maybe one, or do you think you can fit two?”
“One, if even that. I eat like a bird now. I probably could just steal some of your breakfast and be fine.”
”One it is, coming up!” Tom heads over to the fridge and pulls the ingredients out.
He quickly gets to work - cracking eggs, separating yolks, throwing the English muffins into the toaster, and as Lilly watches him work from her perch nearby, it’s all ready within only a handful of minutes.
“Wow, that was really fast! You move quick in the kitchen! I used to be pretty quick myself. I waitressed for a little while in college, before I got the job at our place and found out about the CAT program.”
Tom sets the plate with their combined breakfasts on the table, grabs two forks and a knife, and makes sure there’s enough room for the two of them. He picks up Lilly and sets her just on the other side of the plate and facing him, making it easier to take turns eating his meal and feeding her.
“Alright Lilly, your first meal in a little while. I hope you enjoy it; bon appétit!”
She looks down at the plate, obviously impressed by my attempt at a fancy breakfast. “This looks great! Thank you so much!”
Tom grabs her fork and the knife, and cuts down through a piece of her portion, trying to get a bit of everything in one bite. He picks it up and brings it towards her mouth. She takes the bite off of the fork, but in the process gets a stray bit of hollandaise on her chin.
“Whoops, sorry - it’s my first time feeding someone else, I’ll get that.” He reaches for the napkin.
Lilly doesn’t mind the slight mess, and the expression on her face looks like someone lost in the desert finding an oasis. “That’s so good! Man, I forgot how great food is!"
“I’m glad you enjoy it, mind if I get that spot?” She nods yes as she chews, and he wipes up the stray speck of sauce.
The rest of the meal proceeds more smoothly, taking turns eating and making small talk. Lilly manages to just barely finish her portion before declaring herself “absolutely stuffed” and Tom soon catches up to her as well.
Tom cleans up the small amount of dishes as Lilly watches him work, and soon they’re ready for the work day.
He fills up his water bottle, and a cup with one of the bendy straws for Lilly, and sets them on their combined workspace - careful to keep them well away from the expensive electronics.
Just before settling in, Tom shifts Lilly’s docking connector closer to his side of the desk, rotating it so she can see the screen and still easily turn to see him. It looks like the cable between her dock and the computer has a ton of extra length left over - he could just about put Lilly anywhere in the small office with slack to spare. He runs back and grabs her, and bring her over to the workspace, pushing her down onto the docking connector with a satisfying click. He sets her water cup next to her, swiveling the straw over into her reach, and she turns and takes a sip.
Tom fires up his computer, and as he logs in, Lilly twitches slightly as the computer links up with the implants buried somewhere within her brain. She turns to look at his screen and says, “Now this should be way more interesting than just having to stare at you all day. Not that I’m complaining about the view, but now I get to see both!” She grins at him cheekily.
Working through his email, he sees one from another project team member he barely knows, marked as urgent and with the subject line in all caps:
I NEED YOUR HELP PLEASE!!!
Obviously he opens it immediately:
Tom,
I heard you just got in the CAT program, and I hope you can help me - I don’t qualify for one yet, and I think I really screwed up. I’m working on the probe’s RTG heat flow models, and after I sent off the sim prep and model data to the server farm, I realized that the material parameters were totally wrong. I canceled the job, but now that I’m at the back of the queue I’m gonna be so far behind it’ll be lucky if it ever gets built at all. If you don’t have any other stuff lined up, could you help me out?
Also how is the CAT hardware? Hopefully they’re helping out with the power bill or whatever. Must be one hell of a machine to be able to crank out results faster than the halfway decent supercomputer back at home base.
Anyway, if you can help out, you should be able to pull the data down from the share, I gave you access.
Thanks!
Tom pops into the shared drive, and takes a look at the files in question. “Well Lilly, looks like we got a job to do. It’s gonna be a big one, do you think you’re up to it?”
“I’m up for anything, and it looks like it’ll be a big assist for the team. Maybe we’ll get a bonus, or like an award or something?"
“I sure hope so, they’ll owe us big for this one. While I pull the files down I’ll email Paul about meeting up with him and Naya.” He starts the transfer, then searches through the corporate directory for this Paul guy. Looks like there’s only one in that department that matches, so that must be him.
He mentions that he has Lilly here with him, and they would like to meet up with both of them, possibly tonight for dinner. He gets a response only a couple minutes later, with an emphatic yes from Naya, and some tentative plans for a restaurant that already caters to Lilly and Naya’s unique situation.
“Well that’s awesome, it’s a date! I mean, a dinner… thing!” Tom sheepishly looks over to Lilly, thinking he may have jumped the gun on calling this whole thing a date, and she clearly notices.
“Ooh, a date? I’ll have to figure out what I want to wear! I’m thinking something grayish, maybe kinda metallic?” She looks down. “Oh perfect! I’m already dressed for the occasion!” She laughs, and Tom lets out a sound like a deflating balloon. “All that aside, I’m really excited to go out to dinner with you. Having my friend there on a double date makes it even better.”
“I’m looking forward to the end of the work day now more than I have in a really long time. Anyway, it looks like our download is done.”
She glances over at the screen as Tom preps her and the computer to run the new simulation. “That’s.. a huge amount of data. Wow, that’s gonna be a long one.” She takes a deep breath and turns to take a sip of her water.
She looks at Tom, her face showing both concern and an excited anticipation. “Ok, you know the drill from the last one. I’m gonna be a hot mess for a while, and if I can’t handle it I’ll tell you to stop. Also If you could move my drink out of the way, I’m not gonna have a lot of control of myself once I get into it. I’m sorry, this whole thing is a little embarrassing.” She looks away from him with a shy expression.
Tom moves her cup out of her reach and turns her to face him. “Lilly, you don’t need to be embarrassed about your condition or how this whole thing works. You’re doing something only like four people in the entire world can do, and you survived some incredible odds to be able to do so. Also, you get to feel really good while doing it. I think it’s really cool.”
“Thanks, it’s all I can really do now so I’m glad it’s appreciated. I’m really glad you’re here to help me through it. Also being able to have a non-stop orgasm on demand while getting paid is pretty goddamn amazing.” She looks back over to me and smiles. “Alright, ready to rock my world?”
Tom moves his mouse over to the “Start Simulation” button. “Ready, in 3, 2, 1.” [Click.]
“Holy shit! This is way more intense!” Her eyes roll back as she gasps, slammed by a wave of overstimulation as the interface links up to her brain. As the data begins to flow, using her brainpower to brute force the calculations, her mind succumbs to the side effects. An irresistible wave of pleasure rocks her mind, and within seconds she’s totally overwhelmed.
“I can’t! Oh shit!”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No, it’s so fucking good! Ah!” Her head lolls around as she pants and moans, the intensity beyond anything she’s felt before. As the progress bar reaches ten percent, her eyes focus on me and she manages to say, within heavy breaths, “Tom, please. Can you hold me?”
He reaches over and carefully lifts her up, keeping her locked into her dock and towing the cable at the base of her container behind her. He sets her on his lap, laying her on her back and holding her casing with one hand. With the other, he reaches up and gently moves a stray bit of hair behind her ear. He gently strokes her cheek, and says “You’re doing great Lilly, I’m here for you.” She tilts her head into his hand, and presses her cheek into his palm, what’s left of her body quivering and panting under the unstoppable waves of good feelings.
While he gently strokes her head in an attempt to comfort her as she’s overwhelmed, her mostly involuntary movements accidentally bring her lip in contact with Tom's thumb. Her mouth opens, and she tilts her head to latch onto the tip of the digit, gently sucking while quietly moaning. Her eyes roll back again as she’s rocked by another climax, and he glances over to the computer to see the progress bar jump up.
While he's distracted, he feels the wet sucking sensation on his thumb drastically deepen as she tilts her head forward, and now his whole thumb is in her mouth… As she aggressively attacks him with her tongue, sucking and licking methodically and aggressively, he can feel himself getting massively overstimulated as well - she’s going after him like a pro. Tom wonders to himself if she can feel his cock hardening in his pants, as the back of her head is resting almost directly on top of it.
Glancing back at the PC, he notices her “sync ratio” percentage, the quality of her brain streaming data to the machine, climb from around 80 percent to the low 90s and the progress bar begins to massively pick up speed, quickly hitting 30 percent.
Tom looks back to her, and her eyes roll back down into focus and she stares directly into his eyes.. he start to awkwardly remove my thumb from her mouth, but she shakes her head no and says “Keep doing that, it feels so fucking good!”
Tom does as she says, and she’s instantly attacking him with her mouth again, seeming to get almost as much stimulation from him as the computer hijacking her brain. “Lilly, for some reason that seems to help the program run faster. Must be some kind of feedback loop. Also it’s insanely fucking hot.”
Underneath her, his pants start to strain under the combination of a woman absolutely losing her mind while sitting in his lap and exercising an apparently extreme oral fixation, with him as the object of her focus. Tom curls his thumb in her mouth slightly, sliding it along her tongue in a petting motion, and her eyes roll back again as her sync ratio bumps up a few percent.
The progress bar rapidly fills up as Lilly cycles through at least two or three dozen orgasms, and by the end she’s barely conscious, eyes unfocused and drifting as she weakly pants out nearly whispered moans. The progress bar hits 100 percent, and the computer disconnects from Lilly, leaving her lying in Tom's lap and largely unresponsive.
After a couple more minutes sitting together silently as she catches her breath, Lilly weakly smiles at Tom as her eyes refocus to look into his. “That was amazing. I think I need a nap now though.”
“You did amazing, I’ve never seen something like this go so fast.”
“I hope that wasn’t too weird though. I didn’t mean to get up in your business like that, and I got really carried away.”
Tom cradles her head as he lifts her casing up, setting her on the desk to look directly into her eyes. “Lilly, that was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen, and you probably just saved an entire project single handedly. I think that even though work brought us together in probably the strangest way possible, I want our relationship to be a lot more.”
“I’d kiss you right now if I could get over there, so you're gonna have to mhrrrghf..” tom yanks her toward him as they kiss, and she attacks him as aggressively as she did earlier, this time fully present in the moment.