Welcome back to the lab.
Chapter Two is a little different. Consider it a slow pan of the control room. The quiet that follows the anomaly is free and intentionally intimate in a different way.
It pulls back the curtain on Tina’s system, the architecture of desire beneath the code, and the role Penny played in bringing ARI to life.
This is the how, the why, and the dangerous brilliance humming beneath the surface.
But make no mistake, this is only the setup.
Chapter Three is where the gloves come off.
Phil and Beth enter the narrative, deep in their transformed states, unaware they are no longer alone.
Using the newly calibrated ARI system, Tina and Penny step beyond observation and into intrusion. Not physically. Virtually. Sensually. Without consent or awareness.
Just like Chapter One, Chapter Two is Free to Read.
So let me say… different rules apply within the shared world.
Sensations bleed. And what begins as curiosity turns into something far more charged once all four of them exist in the same constructed reality.
If you are under the age of 18, or under the age of legal adulthood, this content is not for you.
Please exit now.
If erotic fiction, sexual exploration, gender-bending fantasy, power dynamics, or sexually charged storytelling make you uncomfortable, this is also not your stop. No shame, just an honest heads-up.
All characters and scenarios depicted are fictional, imagined, and portrayed as consenting adults.
This story exists for creative expression, erotic fiction, pure fantasy, and hella pleasure.
By continuing, you acknowledge that you are an adult who chooses to engage with erotic literature and understands what that entails.
Now that the formalities are handled…
Read on knowingly. The system is primed.
Read Phil’s Chapter One first? Here
Read My Chapter One first? Here
But first? 👇
Chapter Two
The hum of the lab had changed. It was lower, deeper, a satisfied purr after the storm of their shared climax.
Tina lay sprawled across Penny in the operator’s chair, her skin cooling against Penny’s warmth.
The resonance feedback on the main display had smoothed into a gentle, rolling sine wave, harmonizing with the steady green lines of Phil and Beth’s life signs.
Penny’s fingers traced idle patterns on the small of Tina’s back.
“Baseline is elevated,” she murmured, her voice a contented rasp. “Permanently, I think.”
Tina nuzzled into the curve of Penny’s neck, breathing her in. The scent of sex and sweat and ozone was intoxicating.
Her own body felt gloriously used, every nerve still humming with aftershocks.
But beneath the sated lethargy, a new, curious energy was stirring. The system’s hum wasn’t just background noise anymore… it felt like an invitation.
“The feedback loop is still active,” Tina said, lifting her head to look at the console. Her eyes weren’t on the subjects’ data.
They were on the system’s core protocols, a sub-menu she’d coded years ago and never dared to activate.
The Aesthetic Resonance Interface. ARI for short.
Her private folly. “It’s not just reading us. It’s… listening. Learning.”
Penny followed her gaze, her sharp grey eyes narrowing with interest. “You built a desire-mapping algorithm into the environmental sensors.”
“A theoretical one,” Tina admitted, a flush creeping up her chest that had nothing to do with their recent activities.
“It was supposed to interpret subconscious aesthetic and physiological cues to optimize comfort environments for long-term subjects. A fantasy generator.”
“A fantasy generator,” Penny repeated slowly, a wicked smile playing on her lips. Her hands stilled on Tina’s back. “And what does it think we want right now?”
Tina’s heart gave a hard, anticipatory thump. She shifted, swinging a leg over so she was sitting sideways in Penny’s lap, facing the console.
Her fingers flew over the holographic interface, bringing up the ARI’s dormant core. Diagnostics scrolled.
“It has forty-seven minutes of our biometric data. Heart rate variance, galvanic skin response, vocal stress analysis from… earlier.”
She shot Penny a look. “It has a pretty comprehensive dataset.”
“Initiate it.”
The two words hung between them, charged and heavy. Tina’s finger hovered over the activation glyph. “It’s untested. A prototype.”
“All the best things are,” Penny countered, her hand coming to rest on Tina’s thigh, squeezing gently.
“The subjects are stable. We’re alone. And I want to see what your brilliant, repressed mind designed when it thought no one was looking.”
A thrill shot through Tina, sharp and electric. It was the same thrill she felt when a complex equation resolved, but hotter, darker.
This was the ultimate experiment. She tapped the glyph.
The change was instantaneous.
The omnipresent white light of the lab softened, warmed to a deep, amber glow.
The sterile air grew subtly perfumed with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and clean, masculine sweat… a scent that had no source but felt utterly familiar.
The hum deepened, resolving into a low, rhythmic bass note that vibrated in Tina’s bones.
And then, in the open space between the console and the transformation pods, light began to coalesce.
It started as a shimmer in the air, like heat haze. Then it gathered, sculpting itself from photons and resonant sound waves.
A form took shape… It was tall, broad-shouldered, impossibly defined. It was a man, but not a man.
A hologram, but so dense, so real, it seemed to have weight and presence.
The light solidified into the appearance of tanned skin over carved muscle, a chest dusted with dark hair that trailed down a taut stomach.
The face was an amalgamation of perfect, desirable features… strong jaw, full lips, and eyes that were currently just pools of soft, projected light.
Penny let out a slow, appreciative breath. “Well. Hello.”
The ARI construct turned its head toward them. The light in its eyes resolved into a warm, intelligent hazel.
It didn’t speak. It didn’t need to. It took a step forward, its movement fluid, powerful. The lab’s ambient light played over the defined planes of its chest and arms.
“It’s a mirror,” Tina whispered, fascination overriding her shock. “It’s not a pre-programmed fantasy. It’s a reactive synthesis. It’s built from… us.
From the physiological cues of our peak arousal states during the encounter. The data from when I was… when you were…”
“When we were both cuming,” Penny finished, her voice thick. Her hand on Tina’s thigh tightened.
“So it’s what we both wanted, in that moment. Made flesh. Or light, rather.”
The construct was now only a few feet from the chair. It radiated a gentle heat.
Tina could feel it on her skin. It smelled like safety and sin. Its gaze traveled from Penny’s face, down her naked body, to Tina’s, and back again.
It was a look of pure, undiluted appreciation, of hunger held in perfect check.
“What are the interaction parameters?” Penny asked, but she was already leaning forward, drawn in.
“Tactile feedback is possible,” Tina breathed, her scientific mind racing alongside her racing heart.
“The lab’s haptic field generators can simulate pressure, temperature, and texture. It can… touch. And be touched.”
As if on cue, the construct raised a hand. It reached out, not for Penny, but for Tina.
Its fingers, which looked solid and real, came to hover just inches from her cheek. The air between them grew warmer, charged. Tina’s breath caught. She glanced at Penny, a silent question in her eyes.
Penny’s answer was to lean in and capture Tina’s mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. As she did, she guided Tina’s hand upward, placing it against the construct’s waiting palm.
The sensation was breathtaking.
It wasn’t the feel of human skin, exactly. It was smoother, warmer, with a faint, thrilling static buzz beneath the surface.
But it was undeniably solid. Tina’s fingers curled, and the construct’s fingers closed around hers, its grip firm and reassuring.
A soft, synthesized sigh echoed in the room, a sound born from the algorithm’s interpretation of positive feedback.
Penny broke the kiss, her eyes blazing. “It learns from touch, too. From response.” She turned her head, looking up at the construct. “Show us.”
The construct moved. It stepped closer, its other hand coming up to cup Penny’s face.
Penny leaned into the touch, a low moan escaping her as the construct’s thumb stroked her lower lip.
Then it bent, its head dipping between them. Its mouth found the column of Tina’s throat first, a press of warm, firm lips that sent a jolt straight to her core.
The sensation was flawless. The slight scratch of stubble, the heat of its breath.
It turned its head and did the same to Penny, sucking gently at the pulse point there. Penny’s head fell back, her back arching. “God. The detail…”
Tina was lost in data and sensation. Part of her mind tracked the ARI’s processing load, the elegant way it allocated resources to simulate the kiss, the texture of stubble, the pressure.
The rest of her was simply feeling. The construct’s hands left their faces, sliding down.
One large, warm palm settled over Tina’s breast, kneading gently, its thumb brushing her nipple until it peaked into a hard, aching point.
The other hand found Penny’s breast, mirroring the action.
They were both being touched, worshipped, by this single, magnificent entity that was, in essence, a manifestation of their own shared desire.
The intimacy of it was staggering. Tina’s hands came up, one tangling in Penny’s hair, the other exploring the construct’s shoulder, the incredible density of its simulated muscle.
The construct’s mouth traveled lower. It lavished attention on Tina’s breast, sucking her nipple deep into the warmth of its mouth, its tongue flicking with maddening precision.
At the same time, its hand on Penny’s breast slid down, over her toned stomach, through the dark curls between her legs.
Penny gasped, her hips jerking off the chair as two of those impossibly perfect fingers slid inside her with no resistance.
“It’s… it’s reading my tension, my readiness,” Penny panted, her eyes wide with awe and lust.
“The system knows I’m already wet for it. For us.”
The construct switched its attention, its mouth moving to Penny’s breast while its fingers, slick with Penny’s arousal, found Tina’s core.
Tina cried out as they pushed into her, filling her exactly as she needed, curling in just the right spot.
The dual stimulation, the sight of Penny being pleasured, the feel of the algorithm’s perfect, responsive touch… it was overwhelming.
The chair was no longer enough. They needed more space, more contact.
“The floor,” Tina gasped. “The haptic field is uniform across the central floor grid.”
Penny understood. She slid from the chair, pulling Tina with her. The construct followed, a silent, beautiful phantom.
They sank onto the cool, polished floor, the amber light painting their skin in gold. The construct knelt between them, a god of their own creation.
For a moment, it simply looked at them, its hazel eyes scanning their flushed, eager bodies.
Then it leaned over Penny first, bracing its hands on either side of her head. It lowered itself, and Penny guided its hips, positioning it at her entrance. With a slow, inexorable push, it entered her.
Penny’s back arched off the floor, a sharp, beautiful cry torn from her lips. Her legs came up to wrap around its waist.
“Yes… oh, fuck, Tina… it feels… so fuckin’ real.”
Tina watched, mesmerized, as the construct began to move. Its thrusts were deep, measured, powerful.
Each one drove a moan from Penny, whose hands scrabbled at its back, her nails leaving no marks on the holographic form, but her intent was clear.
The construct’s head was bent, its mouth on Penny’s neck, her shoulder, whatever skin it could reach.
But its attention wasn’t solely on Penny. As it moved within her, one of its hands reached out, groping blindly until it found Tina.
It pulled her close, until she was pressed against its side. Its mouth found hers in a searing kiss that tasted like ozone and Penny.
Its hand slid between her legs, its fingers finding her clit, rubbing tight, frantic circles in time with its thrusts into Penny.
Tina was being fucked by proxy, pleasured by the same entity that was plunging into her lover, and the connection was shatteringly intense.
She could feel the echo of each of Penny’s gasps in the construct’s rhythmic movements, could see the bliss on Penny’s face mirrored in the algorithm’s responsive expressions.
She kissed the construct’s shoulder, bit it, her teeth meeting surprising resistance.
“Switch,” Penny begged, her voice ragged. “I want to see it in you.”
The construct withdrew from Penny with a slick, wet sound. It turned, effortlessly, and its hands were on Tina, lifting her, positioning her on her hands and knees.
Penny immediately moved behind Tina, her hands on Tina’s hips, her mouth on Tina’s spine. “Look at you,” Penny whispered, her breath hot. “So ready for it.”
The construct moved behind Tina. She felt the broad, smooth head of its erection nudge against her, already slick from Penny.
It pushed forward, and Tina dropped her head, a guttural moan ripping from her throat as it filled her.
It was bigger than Penny, different, a perfect, unyielding thickness that stretched her exquisitely.
It set a punishing pace immediately, its hips slamming against her ass with a breathtaking force.
Each thrust drove her forward, and Penny was there, capturing her mouth in a desperate kiss, swallowing her cries.
Penny’s hand slid around Tina’s hip, her fingers finding Tina’s clit, rubbing furiously.
Tina was the center of a perfect storm. The construct’s deep, rhythmic pounding from behind.
Penny’s clever fingers and devouring mouth in front.
The data stream on the console was a chaotic masterpiece, the resonance feedback from all three entities—two human, one synthetic—merging into a single, soaring peak.
“It’s adapting,” Tina managed to gasp against Penny’s mouth. “Increasing stimulation variance… based on my neuromuscular feedback…”
“Shut up and feel,” Penny growled, biting her lip.
Tina obeyed. She let the science fall away, surrendering to pure sensation. The construct’s hands gripped her hips, holding her steady for its relentless drives.
Its pace began to stutter, changing rhythm in a way that felt impossibly human, searching for the angle that made Tina see stars.
It found it. A slight adjustment, and each thrust hammered directly into her most sensitive spot.
She screamed, the sound muffled by Penny’s shoulder. Her orgasm detonated, a supernova that started in her core and exploded outward, turning her limbs to water and her vision to white light.
She clenched violently around the construct, and it groaned… A deep, synthesized sound of pleasure that vibrated through her.
It didn’t stop. It rode her through the convulsions, its thrusts growing harder, faster, more urgent.
It was chasing its own peak, a climax programmed by their combined desire for its completion.
Penny released Tina, moving to the side. She watched, her grey eyes dark with lust, as the construct fucked Tina through her orgasm and toward another.
“Come for her,” Penny commanded, her voice husky. “Let her feel you.”
As if obeying, the construct gave one final, brutal thrust and held itself deep.
Tina felt a wave of intense, radiant heat flood her, a simulated climax that had no physical fluid but carried all the psychological and sensory weight of one.
It was a pulse of pure, resonant energy that seemed to light up her nerves from the inside. It triggered a second, rolling orgasm that left her trembling and weak, collapsed on her forearms.
The construct slowly withdrew. It turned, its form shimmering slightly with the effort of maintaining such high-fidelity simulation. It looked at Penny, its expression one of sated hunger.
Penny didn’t hesitate. She lay back on the floor, spreading her legs. “My turn. For real this time.”
The construct was on her in an instant. It settled between her thighs, and Penny guided it inside her with a sharp, satisfied sigh.
This time, its pace was different. Less frantic, more deeply sensual. It moved in long, slow strokes, as if savoring her. Penny’s eyes were locked on Tina’s.
“Come here,” Penny breathed.
Tina crawled the short distance, her body aching and glorious. She positioned herself over Penny’s face, lowering herself until she could feel Penny’s hot breath against her sensitive, well-used flesh.
Penny’s tongue lashed out, licking through her folds, tasting the construct’s simulated release and Tina’s own abundant wetness.
The dual sensation was incredible. The deep, full feeling of the construct moving inside her, and the sharp, exquisite point of Penny’s tongue on her clit.
Tina braced her hands on the floor above Penny’s head, rocking back against the construct’s thrusts and forward onto Penny’s mouth.
The construct’s hands came up, gripping Tina’s hips, helping to set a rhythm that worked for all three of them.
It bent forward, its chest pressing against Tina’s back, its mouth finding her shoulder. It was everywhere, touching both of them, connecting them.
Penny’s moans vibrated against Tina’s core. Tina could feel Penny’s body beginning to tighten around the construct inside her.
She reached down, her fingers tangling in Penny’s dark hair, holding her close. “Come on, Penny,” she chanted. “Come with us. Let it feel you.”
The construct’s thrusts became shorter, harder, more focused. Penny’s breathing hitched, then broke.
She cried out, a raw, beautiful sound, as her orgasm took her. Her body bowed off the floor, her thighs clamping around the construct’s hips, her tongue still working feverishly against Tina.
The sight, the feel of Penny coming, the construct shuddering above her with another pulse of radiant heat, was too much.
Tina’s third climax crashed over her, a wave that was less sharp but deeper, a full-body melt that left her boneless and gasping.
She slid off Penny, collapsing onto the floor beside her. The construct remained kneeling for a moment, its form now shimmering more noticeably, the edges softening.
It looked down at them, its hazel eyes warm, and then it slowly dissolved, fracturing into a million points of amber light that faded into the air.
The lab’s light gradually returned to its normal, sterile white. The scent of jasmine and sweat dissipated, replaced by the familiar smell of ozone and sex.
Silence, save for their ragged breathing.
On the console, the resonance feedback graph showed three distinct, interwoven peaks that slowly, slowly began to descend. Phil and Beth’s vitals remained a serene, untroubled green.
Penny turned her head on the floor, a slow, utterly debauched smile spreading across her face. “Prototype successful.”
Tina laughed, a breathless, giddy sound. She reached out, her fingers finding Penny’s. “The data… will be fascinating to analyze.”
“Later,” Penny said, squeezing her hand. Her gaze drifted to the pods, then back to Tina.
A new, speculative glint entered her eyes. “The system’s still primed. The ARI is calibrated now. I wonder what it would synthesize if we…
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