Riley's Story - Coming of Age

A small crowd had gathered in the backyard of a quint suburban house, it was close to the end of the school year and the sun was high. The air was filled with a chorus of voices singing “happy birthday” as the crowd gathered around a petite girl, beaming with happiness and a small dose of embarrassment. Riley had just turned eighteen and the gathering of friends at her parents' house had been the highlight of her weekend. Most of the group of friends were clad in bikinis, swim trunks, and bathing suits and many were still dripping wet from swimming in the pool nestled in the grass behind the grouping.

Riley sucked in some of the warm summer air and immediately blew out the breath across a cake studded with lit candles. They flickered and, once extinguished, smoldered and smoked for a moment while a cheer arose from the crowd. Soon it was sliced and passed out among Riley’s friends and the party progressed into gifts. Her boyfriend had given her a solitaire diamond necklace to commemorate their four year relationship, others had given her small trinkets and baubles that had some kind of meaning between the two. Several hours later as the sun dipped to the horizon, the party slowly came to an end, with Riley’s boyfriend Michael being the last to leave.

“Thank you for the necklace, I love it.” Riley said, hugging Michael close against her. The two shared a tender kiss on the lips and held each other for several long moments before Michael broke the kiss and smiled down at his girlfriend. They exchanged their goodbyes and Riley watched him leave from the comfort of her front porch. As soon as his car was well out of earshot and sight, she opened her front door and stepped inside. When she closed and locked the door behind her she turned to find both her parents at the top of the stairs holding a package, wrapped in pink and purple striped wrapping paper and beaming.

“Happy birthday honey,” her father said, descending the stairs with his wife following along behind him. “We obviously couldn’t give this to you earlier today, but since you’re a young woman now, and you’ve proven you can be responsible enough, your mother and I wanted to give this to you. You’ve earned it”

Riley’s father held out the box and Riley took it. It was longer than it was tall and not terribly wide, reminiscent of the shape of a laptop box, though taller, and certainly heavier. Riley squealed with delight at one more gift for her birthday and moved to open it, but her father held up a hand and stopped her. She looked at him with a curious kind of confusion on her face.

“That one is a little more private, why don’t you go to your room to open it, and don’t stay up too late honey” he said. Riley smiled and clutched the package against her chest and raised to her tiptoes to kiss her father on the cheek and dashed up the stairs to her room. Once there she wasted no time in tearing into the paper and looking to confirm what she suspected her parents had gotten for her. Once the wrapping was removed she bit her lower lip as her suspicions were confirmed. Printed across the front of the box inside, was a picture of a long, roughly cylinder shaped object. Beige rubber hoses appeared to be clipped in place with plastic hooks along the chrome and dull grey surface of the item. At the tail end of it was a series of small posts jutting out from the thing, lined with an array of small golden plates all aligned in neat rows and columns. At the extreme opposite end of the piece was what appeared to be a mature looking woman’s vaRiley. It was a light skin tone, with slightly darker regions towards the lips in the center. In bold pink letters across the top were the words “TAC Model P37-A artificial sexual module” along with a company logo and a small picture of a smirking woman, clad in lingerie of some kind. Anyone would assume she was just a stock model of some kind.

Androids like Riley and her mother were something of an unknown quantity in the world. There were always rumors on conspiracy theory site and two dollar newspapers that the robot uprising was silently taking place, and that robots lived among us. None of the claims were ever substantiated, but the truth was surprisingly accurate, androids lived among the people of the world, but they weren’t planning an uprising. Instead they were supporting technology companies that manufactured accessories, upgrades, home build kits, and any number of other miscellaneous parts. Of course, you had to know where to look in order to get what you needed, and to the general public there was little desire to hunt down and find exactly what you needed and from where.

Riley’s father had been the type of person who wanted to get his hands dirty with every new project and every new gadget, and when he stumbled across the information he needed to begin making his own androids he jumped at the opportunity. Ordering parts and kits and eventually constructing his wife, Melony. Not long after she was brought online and the kinks in her programming worked out, the two were married. After that Riley had been constructed, and even though they just celebrated her eighteenth birthday, she had only been online for five years. She had been constructed and activated just a few weeks before they family had moved to a new state.

Riley had been constructed to be a young girl, and her father, ever one to enjoy the journey, continued to upgrade her body and gradually modify her into the young woman she was now. As a result her programming had also evolved as much as her body had, and the vast majority of it was hand coded by her father. So when Riley set the box on her bed and opened it she saw a device inside that matched the picture on the front nestled in form fitting grey foam, as well as a plastic envelope with an innocuous looking USB drive in it.

Riley was excited, nearly ectatic, this was what she had been waiting for since her and Michael had started dating. She knew that one day she would be able to give up her “virginity” to him and she wanted it so badly, but she literally couldn’t. She was presently unbuttoning and unzipping the black denim shorts that clung to her upper thighs. She had put them on over her swim suit bottoms, both of which were now sliding down her young shapely thighs. Once they were past her knees she simply let go and let them fall to the floor around her ankles and Riley took a step out of them, but left them in a heap where they were.

Riley reached up to her head and swept her vibrant red hair out of the way and tugged on the cord that held her bikini top in place. Once loosened she slipped her top up and off of herself, releasing her breasts to open air. She looked down at them and cupped them in her hands, admitting to herself that they were nice, well proportioned to her generally petite and slender body, but she was definitely adding a new chest plate to her christmas list.

Riley was now fully nude in her room, the warm summer air pressed against her skin and on her heads up display a small temperature gauge displayed the current temperature. It was well within an acceptable range. Riley picked up the box and its contents and moved to her bed. She sat with her back comfortably against the wall and spread her legs. Between her legs, nestled in her crotch was a single plate, covered with soft artificial flesh that emulated a vague shape of a vagina, but none of the functionality. It was nothing more than a covering so that dust and fluids didn’t leak into her body. Riley sent a command from her operating system to the internal system that managed her entire body’s functionality.

Her room, previously silent, was filled with a barely audible hiss as the crotch panel retracted the sealant around its edges. Once the hissing stopped there was a small buzzing noise as some motorized system inside of her pelvis guided the panel off of her body. Riley gently placed her hands on the panel as it slipped forward and once it stopped moving, she pulled on it until it disengaged and came off in her hands. She was quick to set it aside and look down at the opening between her legs, knowing that this would be the last time she would see it without her new womanly assembly. She removed the new sexual assembly from the box and below it were the installation instructions. Riley was confident she knew what she was doing, but regardless she scanned through the instructions. They contained an almost childish amount of information, accompanied by illustrations. According to the instructions there was a panel in her abdomen that needed to be manually removed so that the connectors on the end of the module could be slotted into place properly and hooked up to the internal pumping system inside of her body. From there it was just a matter of updating her software to allow her access and control over the functionality of her new hardware.

Riley passed another command to her internal controller and with a similar hiss and then buzz her belly opened. It split down the center and opened like a pair of cabinet doors, slowly and smoothly as the motorized mechanisms inside of her lifted the door like opening outward. The panels began an inch or so above the opening for her new sexual module, and stopped just below the perky C-cup breasts that were resting on her chest. Once they stopped, like her crotch panel, Riley plucked them from them from their mounting points and set them aside on her bed.

Riley pulled her new vaginal assembly out of its foam casing and lined up the mechanism between her legs then gently slid it into her body. The internal portion of her pelvis was lined with a mounting rail that matched up with the device Riley was inserting, and so she had to rotate it in her hands in order to get it lined up properly, but it was soon gliding smoothly deeper into her body. She could see the end of it sliding inside of her body through the open panel in her abdomen and when it was in sight she was able to reach into her open body and begin the process of hooking the latex tubing on the sexual module to the available ports inside of her body.

Riley’s body was already equipped with a saline based fluid tank deeper inside of her torso, which her sexual module was now connected to. It would pump in the fluids needed to lubricate the delicate fleshy folds of her new equipment, though she knew that that would mean she would likely need to refill her internal tank more often. As she pressed her hand against the still dry folds of her new android pussy and pressed it inward, she made a cursory check of her fluid levels. Half a tank would likely be plenty she decided. There was a small, almost imperceptible click as the cylinder like assembly clicked into place and locked.

Almost immediately Riley’s eyes rolled up in her head as her operating system attempted to find the correct drivers to use the new hardware, software to configure and control, and integrate into her normal operating process. She stayed locked in that frozen position for several long seconds before her operating system decided that it would use the general unknown device drivers until newer ones could be installed. Riley blinked several times as the servos inside of her face unlocked themselves one by one. She gazed down at her freshly installed sex, admiring how good it looked inside of her, how perfectly it fit that you couldn’t even see the faint seam where the module connected to the rest of her. She knew that seam would be gone completely once she had the software installed and could properly seal the module in place.

When her abdominal panel was opened it limited the movement and flexibility she was normally used to, but Riley sat up and reached for the box once more. Once she had it in her hands she took out the USB device inside the plastic bag. All of her updates had been hand coded by her father for her, and he had, up until today, installed all of them for her. Since she was now eighteen though, she felt the privilege of being able to install her own software. Riley shifted her head downward, her chin pressed against her chest, just above her artificial sternum. There was a familiar hiss as something unsealed itself and the faint edges of an oblong rectangle with rounded edges appeared just below where her chin rest. The panel pulled inward, retracting into her chest and then with a small mechanical buss slid upward towards her head. Behind the flesh panel was a series of data ports of all shapes and sizes.

Riley found the one that looked like a USB port, and peeked at the end of the drive in her hand to make sure she aligned the plug properly then brought it down and plugged it into the port in her exposed chest. She then leaned back against the pile of pillows on her bed, she had been through enough upgrades and software installs to know that you needed to be somewhat laying back when they started. As she reclined a window automatically popped up in her field of vision showing the USB drive that she had just inserted and its contents. There were plenty of folders with supporting files, compressed libraries and databases of install information. Her father had been kind to her again and left her a small readme file in the root of the drive with a note about it being her birthday and that he hoped she enjoyed the gift.

Along with the readme file was an executable, simply labeled as “install” which made it easy on Riley for her first install. Normally she would have been turned off, her father would have connected a computer to her chest panel and copied the files manually onto her system and then executed them remotely, monitoring the install as it went along, but Riley had been trusted to do this on her own, and she was elated. She opened the installer file and saw a simple window pop up in her display, brief flashes of file names flew past as the progress bar scrolled along. Riley bit into her lower lip gently as she watched the progress bar until it stopped at 74% complete, punctuated by a new pop up window alerting her to a critical system misconfiguration. There was an error code, an indicator to exactly which part of Riley’s operating system would be affected and the option to cancel, ignore, or retry. She retried a few times before she got impatient and told her systems to ignore. The complex A.I. that ran her entire system, controlling her body, her simulated thoughts, and her software. It had decided that since her father and creator had given her something that it must work, and that he would never harm her. So as several more conflicts appeared in her heads up display she simply ignored them and continued the install, anxious to try her new hardware and to truly be an eighteen year old girl. Soon enough, the update was completed and Riley was treated to a confirmation screen asking her to restart her before changes would take effect. She gleefully confirmed the restart.

As soon as her system received the command to restart, she shut down immediately. Her head lolled to one side and her arms dropped to the bed. She lay on her bed, legs spread and exposed, in every way possible, to anyone and everyone. To anyone walking in to the room she looked like a powered down sex doll of some kind, which wouldn’t be too terribly inaccurtate. Soon though her operating system automatically came back online and began to complete the install, pre-loading files. The preinstalled files began to unpack themselves and integrate themselves into Riley’s core operating system, the part of her that made up her A.I. and personality. It was the part of her software that made it so easy for her to appear human to her classmates.

Unfortunately for Riley she should have sought her fathers assistance when the alerts and errors were popping up in the initial install phase of her new programming. Several files were either not optimized for her system, or they were incompatible with her operating system, worse yet, several were corrupted. Regardless of the state the files were in, the offline installer that ran while Riley’s A.I. and personality core were offline integrated the files. Simply placing them in the correct directories inside her file structure and, in many cases, over writing previous versions of the file in question. Once the files were in place and the install completed, Riley finished her boot sequence. Her head rose back to its normal position and her face soon melted into a more human expression. She was so delighted, and absolutely ready to try out the new hardware and software that had just been installed. She quickly reached up to her chest and plucked the USB drive free from the data port it was plugged in to and slipped it back into the plastic bag. As she did so there was a small whirr as the chest panel closed and then hissed as it resealed itself. Riley then sent the command through her system to close the door like opening in her abdomen. With the same whirring the two halves of her belly closed in on each other and sealed with a familiar hissing. Riley now looked like any other eighteen year old girl, fully human and now equipped with a working vagina.

Riley bit her lower lip, she was so ready to test out her hardware, but even more than that she was ready to finally get a chance to be with her boyfriend. Riley let her eyes close and her hand hovered just above the virgin folds of her new sexual module. She opened her system monitor, just to be safe, and then smoothly lowered her index and middle finger to the soft pliable surface of the artificial skin wrapped around the folds of her brand new sex. She sharply drew in a breath as she watched the CPU cycles spike in the system monitor, the cooling systems in her body demanding more fresh cool air to help remove the amount of heat produced by the jump.

Riley opened a terminal window in her vision and input a small command to report the kinds of data she was receiving. There were the normal tags, the sensation of her back on the pillows behind her, the feeling of the bed and comforter below her, and the ambient temperature, but the new data tag she observed was the wave of sexual data. She saw that it was flowing into her sexual control software as expected and she even took a moment to push her fingers slightly into her folds and watched the drastic increase in data. It made her smile, it made her suck in another deep breath, and it made her bite into her lower lip. She began to swirl her two fingers in small circles, pressing deeper and deeper as she did so. The sensor laden flesh on the tips of her fingers soon registered that they felt her new artificial clit, and her terminal window confirmed the feeling. Riley smiled lustfully and began to moan gently, barely more than a whispered sigh, though it was fully laced with pleasure. The data that was passed to her sexual programming was, by all accounts, flowing like it should. However she didn’t know that some of the faulty filesets inside of her system were either holding up that flow or outright corrupting it. There was a significant backlog of proper data transmission between her artificial vagina and the rest of her body. She continued to play with her clit and tease it, spreading her legs wide and using her free hand to spread her lips to allow her better access to herself. Eventually something in her software began to pass data to her sexual control software, unfortunately it was all of the data that was back logged all at once. The influx of commands, responses, and data battered Riley’s internal CPU like a tidal wave. Her first indication was when her terminal command suddenly filled with hundreds if not thousands of lines of error codes and data parse errors. The system hardware monitor also showed her processor and RAM usage had spiked to one hundred percent and her hard drives were reading and writing at their full capacity. In essence Riley’s entire system was locked up.

Outwardly the lock out was obvious, Riley’s eyes were half closed, her eyes rolling upward in her head and her hands still playing with her pussy. Her gentle mewling sigh played through the speaker system over and over, the same sound emitting from her throat. Soon, even the moan was cut off and came out as a choppy and broken sound. Meanwhile her hand continued to swirl in between her soft folds, more and more data flowed through her software and again, began to build up in an internal queue, waiting to be processed and responded to.

Not long after her systems froze her in place, Riley’s core operating system began to break down, starting with her voice. The moan she had been repeating over and over stopped altogether and her room was filled with silence, even as Riley’s mouth hung open. Then her speakers began to play pre-recorded error messages.

“Alert, this unit is experiencing a longer than normal delay in proper human responses. Please power down this unit and reboot into safe mode” Riley said without moving her mouth or lips, and her tone was flat emotionless. She now looked and sounded as robotic as she actually was. After her simple alert, there was silence in her room that only lasted a few brief moments. All at once the auxiliary fans inside of her body began to spin at high speeds, these were only ever used when her internal temperature became extremely hot. They forced hot air out her open mouth and nostrils. The hum of fans was barely audible when she began to speak again. It was the same recorded message again, but this time her operating system was even struggling to properly process the vocal process.

“Al-Alert. This unit is. Alert this u-unit is experiencing lon-longer than nor-normal-al delay in. Alert. Alert. Al-Al-Al-Al…” soon her voice simply trailed off and stopped again.

No one heard it, but there was a small pop somewhere inside of Riley’s body. There was a controller board hard wired to the sexual module that had suffered from the intense heat and a capacitor had burst on it. The controller board wasn’t going to stop the module from working, but it would have gone a long way to regulating the flow of data through her systems. There was a small puff of black smoke that curled out of the ruined component and gathered inside of her torso. Since she was completely sealed there was no place for the smoke to go, and eventually it simply stained the inside of her body for the time being.

Her operating system finally reacted to the burnt out controller board on her new sexual hardware as well as the backlog of locked up systems. Everything resulted in a cascade of programming failures. Riley’s body began to convulse and spasm as she sat on her bed, her eyes remaining unblinking and her face unmoved. The movement was enough to begin to work her way downward, as she slid to one side. She finally flopped to one side of the bed, laying down oddly with her hands pressed between her legs. She lay silently like that while internally her operating system crashed and her A.I. struggled to comprehend what had happened. Ultimately she powered down completely from the overwhelming failure of the software she was running. When she did power down her entire body relaxed and her hands fell free from her crotch and Riley simply laid still on her bed.

She remained unmoving for a long time. Her internal fail safes would not allow her to come back online until her internal temperature had dropped back to an acceptable range. It took upwards of ten minutes before the array of processors inside of her chest and head finally cooled to a normal temperature and then slightly below. As soon as her minimal offline systems detected that she was back within operational temperatures her systems began booting again, filing a crash report and allowing her to start up as she would expect.

As she started up, her A.I. worked hard to generate an excuse for her crash. This process didn’t need to happen as Riley was alone and in a safe space where everyone knew she was just a machine, but it was standard operating procedure. Her A.I. added an amendment to the crash log stating that she had simply been overwhelmed by a particularly good orgasm and had blacked out temporarily. Her human emulation came online and read the crash report in an instant, and the generated reasoning behind it. She shook her head and blinked several times as she pushed herself back up into a sitting position. She smiled coyly to herself, happy that her new sexual assembly worked so well. She even saw that her log files reported an orgasm sequence.

Little did Riley know that the cascade of failures were never written to her log files due to her CPU and hard drive being utilized at one hundred percent. If she had seen the tidal wave of errors she had experienced just minutes before, she might have called in sick to school and had her father examine her more closely and repair the damage and likely reprogram her to fix the software issues. Currently, though, her systems showed nothing more than an overwhelmed CPU from processing so much sexual data all at once, and while she would later have her father inspect those blocks of code, for now it was exactly what Riley had expected.

She remained naked for the rest of the evening while she moved around her room, putting the box that the module had come in away, and then storing the previously used solid crotch panel on her desk to help remind her to give it back to her father later. Finally she laid down in bed and opened a panel in her left wrist, exposing a small port there. She reached down to the gap between her bed and her side table to retrieve a cable that was plugged in to the wall and inserted it into the waiting port in her wrist. Electrical energy flowed into her system and began to charge her power cell. Riley let her eyes slip closed and she looked to be asleep.

The next morning Riley woke up from her recharge cycle and began to get ready for school. She would normally have not made plans for any kind of after school activity, but this Friday afternoon she knew exactly what she wanted. She had sent a text to her boyfriend already and asked if he could help her do some cheerleading drills after school. Riley wasn’t sure if her parents would approve, but she wanted so desperately to have sex with Michael now that she was actually equipped for it. She was ready, both her programming, and her physical body were ready. At least she thought they were.

All her A.I. was dwelling on as she got ready for school was the feeling of Michael slipping inside of her and how it might feel compared to how her own fingers felt the night before. She pulled on a pair of fishnet stockings and a pair of black shorts that just barely covered her upper thigh. Riley slipped into a pushup bra to help her mid C cup breasts look even more enticing and then covered them with a black top. There was something over a small window cut into her shirt that showed off just enough of her cleavage. She practically skipped to the bathroom to look herself over and apply some make up for the day. She admitted that she looked amazing and tossed her long red hair a few times, letting it land on her back and shoulders. Soon she was applying lip gloss and some light eye shadow to her already perfectly crafted face. Satisfied with her look she slipped into a pair of black ankle high boots and slipped her arm through her backpack and trotted out to the bus stop.

School couldn’t pass quickly enough for the petite android. She could have easily connected to the internet and looked up the answers to any number of the quizzes that she was given, and commonly did, but her existence and attendance at the school was good for her A.I. and it helped to “sell” her image as a real human girl. Today though she was struggling to stay focused. Riley’s A.I. was sluggish to respond to any given request and, like with every other error she had experienced, it generated a response. In the end she chalked it up to her artificial mind being occupied thinking about her boyfriend and everything they would do together once school was over.

Riley looked down at the worksheet of math problems in front of her, normally for her these types of problems would pose no challenge. Being a machine herself, much of her programming was based on mathematics and calculations, but now she couldn’t seem to pull up the proper calculations or even comprehend it. Her operating system was still attempting to resolve the errors from the night before in the background and as a result her CPU was running hotter than normal. She blinked at the paper on her desk and attempted to simply write her name at the top of the page, but couldn’t even properly grasp her pencil. When she finally did have it in hand the tiny motors that controlled her fingers seemed to be too powerful and she snapped it before it even made it to the paper.

She became concerned and started an automated diagnostics program running, which would check over all of her systems to make sure they were in compliance. In the meantime, she raised her hand, a movement that drew an audible whine from the motors in her shoulder, though it seemed to go unnoticed by the students around her. The teacher nodded towards her,

“Mi-mister Hur-urley. I am not feeling so-so-so well. Can I b-be excused?” Riley’s A.I. began to generate more and more excuses as to why her speech pattern seemed so off. Her teacher excused her and Riley attempted to repack her backpack to the best of her ability, but found that every motion she made came out as stilted and her limbs moved stiffly. She stood from her desk and began to walk out, finding that her legs were struggling to properly bend at the knee and she walked stiffly. She thanked her luck that most students had their heads down, attempting to finish their work.

Riley made her way to the girls restroom and sat in one of the stalls. Riley remained there while the body scan completed. In order to help it move swiftly along she disabled many of the features that made her more human, such as blinking, and the subtle rise and fall of her chest. Sitting there, still and unblinking Riley looked incredibly artificial. After a while the scan completed and registered that her CPU was running at nearly eighty percent of its full capacity, which was far more than what Riley would have expected from normal operation. The scan indicated that perhaps a restart of her entire system was necessary to fix the issue, but Riley was hesitant to fully reboot while still in school. Her A.I. envisioned her lifeless body slumped in the restroom, while someone else found the cute redheaded senior and discovered that she was, in fact, an android.

She resolved to walk home, a journey that would take approximately half an hour, but it was better than remaining at school and risking a more serious malfunction and discovery. So she collected herself and walked through the halls of the school and out into the parking lot. She strode across and out to the street and towards her home. Once she was several blocks away from her school, and any potential classmates who might see her, she once again disabled the many features programmed into her to make her appear more human. Her joints stiffened instead of swinging in a more natural manner. She stopped blinking and breathing and her face remained in the most neutral position possible, conserving both power and CPU usage.

When she arrived home she quickly moved up to her bedroom and closed the door quietly behind her. She moved as rapidly as possible to her bed and laid flat on it. As soon as she was fully on the bed she initiated a complete reboot, and her eyes slipped closed and her body relaxed. She only remained offline for a short while before coming back online and returning to normal operating status. She took another few moments to run another full body scan, which came up as normal. She opened her system monitor and found that her processors were down to only using about twelve percent of their capacity, which was more normal for her daily life. Riley breathed a sigh of relief, but now realized that she had the remainder of the day to herself.

Riley resolved to simply put herself into a low power mode and wait for her boyfriend to text her that he was out of school, he had a study hall as his last period for the day and he was generally known to skip it. Particularly today he would be able to come over early. Riley however became very impatient and had set an internal alarm to wake her up before he even got to his study hall. Now fully charged and still delighted that her processors were running smoothly she felt ready for his arrival. She didn’t have long to wait before she got a text from her boyfriend saying that he was on his way over.

Riley excitedly waited for him, and set about preparing herself for his arrival. She touched up some of her make up, reapplied some lipgloss and teased her hair a bit. There was soon as soft knock on her back door and Riley practically skipped through the house to open the door. No sooner had she pulled open the door that she found her slim petite body being picked up by Michael, her boyfriend, and their lips locked together. Riley let her tongue glide over her lips and into her love’s mouth. Her own tongue tangled and tumbled with his, and the densely packed material that made up her artificial tongue sent wave after wave of pleasurable data. She had kissed her boyfriend like this before, but with the addition of the new sexual software there was a new data tag associated with it. As a result, each flick of her tongue across his, every inch of his flesh that her hands could find as the two moved through the family room, and ever small whimper from her throat passed from her body, to her CPU, and into her sexual software.

As soon as the first data packet was received by the unknowingly faulty software Riley’s troubles began, though they started small. Her processors began to heat up, which was normal, and she breathed in heavily through her nose to help cool them as the temperature rose. Riley’s A.I. was busy processing and enjoying the feeling of Michael’s hands worming their way under her top and crawling up the bare skin of her back towards her bra clasp to even notice that the CPU usage was climbing higher and higher. It was still easily within a normal range, but it was notably higher than it should be given the activity. The sensors packed into the flesh that was applied to her back lit up and let her know that there was a pressure release along the straps of her bra, Michael had managed to clumsily unfasten it.

Riley’s sexual programming managed to send a correct set of commands to her A.I. letting her know that she should proceed with more sexual behavior. Her hands flew to the hem of her shirt and she pulled it up and over her head causing her red hair to fly wildly out of it and settle around her neck and shoulders, looking messy. It gave Riley a distinctive look of having already tumbled around a bed, despite the fact that she had been standing the whole time. Her bra practically tumbled off of her chest, revealing her breast. One of her nipples was already puckered and erect, though the other lay flat still, another indication that her internal programming wasn’t quite running as smoothly as planned, but neither Riley nor Michael noticed.

Michael’s hands were already in motion when Riley’s bra had fallen from the perfectly rounded mounds of her teenage breasts, but now both of them were on her, massaging and playing with the silicone filled fake breasts that were affixed to Riley’s chest plate. The difficulty with making an androids breasts look, and more importantly, feel realistic was that there were few methods of attaching them to the chest panel. Screws, bolts, and other hard methods would be too easy to detect should you press too hard against the skin in the right places. When Riley had been assembled by her father, he had opted to affix her breasts to the chest panel with an industrial strength glue, handily attaching the womanly breasts to his daughter, without the disadvantage of possibly being discovered once someone began to play with her chest.

As the digital sensory mesh that was laced into the flesh along Riley’s breasts lit up with data from Michael’s hands her central processor core responded by attempting to parse the data into something her system as a whole could use. Applying metadata to it, categorizing it and marking it for later analysis. Once the data was compiled it would be integrated into her A.I. later that evening. This type of sensation wasn’t something new to Riley though. She herself had fondled her breasts just simply to feel it, and her boyfriend had definitely laid his hands across her bare chest many times before. Today, though, Riley was planning on letting this encounter progress much further than simply passionate kissing and groping at each other.

Riley’s CPU was now transitioning from simply being warm, to actually getting hot. Normally this would have caused an alert to be displayed in her field of vision, alerting her to the increased temperature inside of her. However, sexual data was beginning to pile up again, clogging the bank of processors inside of her chest with requests to have data parsed and responses applied to her body. As a result, normal operating commands were not being issued from her core operating system or A.I. and the ones that were being issued were held up in the queue. Riley was now simply acting on the last known set of commands that she had received, all of which were sexual in nature, all the while Riley’s various body components pleaded for relief.

Riley was busily grinding her hips and crotch against Michael, even through the short denim shorts she was wearing she could feel his bulge forming. After several long, blissful moments of passionate kissing Riley’s partially functional computerized mind dictated to her that she should start moving forward. Her hands were presently tangled in Michael’s short cropping of black hair, though they moved steadily down his back, gently letting her fingernails leave small white tracks in his flesh. Michael broke the kiss with her lips and began planting small, brief kisses down her throat. Riley let her head fall back slightly and let out a small whimpering moan just as Michael’s lips laid another kiss directly over her vocal speaker system. He continued his downward quest and eventually locked his lips over one of her nipples, kissing and sucking on it. He then moved his hands from her back down to her rear end and scooped her up, holding her against him and allowing him to easily continue kissing her chest.

Riley let out another lewd sounding grunt of pleasure and Michael felt himself grow harder and harder, his own manhood straining against his jeans. Normally he would have placed Riley on a couch or back on the ground where she was normally delighted to unzip his jeans and put his cock into her mouth. He had many times before admitted that Riley gave the most perfect blowjobs he had ever experienced, there was a good reason for that. The redheaded teen had specifically been programmed for it and her father had used that initial sexual data to help him compile her proper sexual packages. Today, though, Riley curled her legs around Michael and ground her hips into him roughly, mewling with pleasure all the while.

Eventually Michael did lower her petite form to the ground, once her feet were flat against the floor he stepped back and looked at her, smirking lustfully. He began to unbutton his jeans and started to slide them down his legs. Riley watched for a moment, licking her lips, even as the temperature inside of her body rose. Soon though, she was mimicking his movements and unbuttoning her denim shorts and sliding them, along with her black fishnet stockings. As soon as they were past her shapely thighs, she let them simply fall down her legs into a heap that she casually kicked aside. Riley now stood naked before Michael, something she had never had the pleasure of doing before since up until yesterday her crotch had been covered with a smooth plastic panel that would have clearly shown that she was just a machine.

Michael’s mouth fell open and he looked his girlfriend up and down, ever since he had met Riley and they had started dating he dreamed of this very thing. He knew he had to wait until they were both of age before doing anything overtly sexual, and now they both were. Riley hopped back onto Michael and he managed to catch her, clamping his hands below her. The pair didn’t waste time, their lips pressed together with a renewed urgency and Riley managed to move her body downward just enough so that Michael’s erect penis teased the outer lips of her newly installed sexual hardware. She was already gasping, primarily because her operating system demanded a hearty supply of fresh air in an attempt to keep her now critically overheated processors from completely melting down. As a last resort and somewhat of a failsafe measure, some of the lower level functions had already been offloaded to the smaller and weaker processing core inside of Riley’s plastic skull.

Regardless of the attempts that her underlying operating system had made, there was no doubt that Riley was getting hotter by the second. Michael even noticed that when their raw flesh pressed against each other that she seemed warm, but he was not thinking at the moment and chalked it up to a hot situation between the two lovers. Michael took the opportunity of supporting Riley to turn around and press her against the wall, allowing him more support and began to gently lower her body more and more until she was fully impaled on his erect cock. This sent an incredible amount of new sexual data bursting through Riley’s body and slamming into her processors. This was the event that triggered the emergency cooling fans to spin up inside of Riley. Michael, however barely noticed the sound of the whirring fans over the sound of his own groaning and Riley’s small squeaks and moans.

The fans spinning inside of Riley weren’t nearly enough to compensate for the rising heat produced by her processors. Michael was far to busy letting his eyes clamp shut and bouncing Riley on top of his hard cock to realize what was happening, at least not right away. While his eyes were closed the intense heat produced by the array of nearly twenty multicore processors all producing heat in excess of nearly three hundred degrees. The heat from inside of her chest and head began to take effect on the rest of her internal, and in places, external systems. Much of the wiring inside of Riley’s body was only rated to handle around one hundred and fifty degrees, though that was a conservative rating. Regardless of the current internal temperature was more than enough to melt the outer shielding on many of the internal wires and cables, causing them to dribble steaming hot globs of plastic into the fans and small amount of other moving parts inside of Riley.

Much of the heat was transferred into, and through, the metal and plastic plating and false rib cage that was set into her chest. It was there simply to give her chest a more human look since she didn’t actually have a rib cage, it was more of a plastic plate that made the soft flesh stretched over it look like there were bones below it. The immense heat began first to melt the glue that Riley’s father had used to affix her breasts in place. The glue heated and then began to lose its adhesive properties causing Riley’s once perfectly rounded feminine breasts to start peeling away from her body. Along with the flesh on her chest, which also began the slide downward as a result of the intense heat, this was aided by the bouncing motion that Michael kept up. Soon, there was a large enough gap in her skin to allow a blast of the air conditioned air to be quickly sucked into what was once a vacuum sealed interior.

The sudden influx of cold air hit her processors and, as with most objects that are too warm and encounter a sudden coldness, began to crack. Two of her processor immediately cracked with an audible snap, though that wasn’t what alerted Michael to the idea that something may be wrong. His head had fallen back and he was still crying out in pleasure as Riley’s brand new vaginal assemly gently squeezed his rock hard member. Riley’s eyes snapped open as an automatic response, even as her head began to suddenly swivel from side to side. Her mouth continued to move, attempting to form words, but the vocal systems inside her throat had suffered much of the same fate as most of the wiring inside of her body.

Soon, her limbs stiffened and locked into place, Michael took this as a sign that Riley might be orgasming, or at least feeling enough pleasure to be close. He opened his eyes, expecting to be greeted by the sight of Riley mid-orgasm. Instead what he saw was her head twitching back and forth, her red hair flying with each turn. Her chest had almost completely melted open and inside he could see the false rib cage made of clear plastic, behind which smoke was gathering and in the haze small sparks were flying. Michael let out a yelp and stepped suddenly backward, releasing Riley from his hands.

Riley dropped immediately to the ground where she landed with a thump. Her head continued to jerk back and forth as her processors kept attempting to process the massive backlog of sexual data, system requests, and A.I. instructions. Eventually her entire system had a cascading series of events and she completely and suddenly powered down. Michael took a step back, his mouth hanging open as he looked down at the girl he had been falling in love with. Her torso was still scalding hot and her artificial flesh continued to melt, dripping inside of her robotic body, forming pink gooey piles of melted flesh on her circuitry below her rib cage.

Riley’s system was only offline for a few seconds before it automatically rebooted. As it did so status LED’s inside of her body began to blink on, first red as many of her supporting systems were offline, then to amber as various components came online and began to report to her core system, and eventually green. Riley’s head snapped forward and her expression changed from the somewhat confused look it had before to a simple sweet smile. Her head cocked to one side and her mouth moved, though her voice came out cracked and broken.

“Hi, I- iley! Hum-n an-oid em-lat-n mod-un sev-thr-” Her voice sounded as if it were being spoken through a tin can, and many of her words were cut off in the middle.

Riley’s head cocked to the opposite side and she looked at Michael standing over her, still hard, but now backing away. She mechanically pressed her hands into the ground and pushed herself back to her feet, as she did so what was left of the flesh from her chest slid down her torso and landed in a heap on the floor. Once standing fully upright, it was clear to see that her once soft skin had melted into pink puddles inside of her body or in places around the floor. Just below where a human’s collar bone might be down to just above her belly button had melted away, leaving long stringy ribbons of still hot synthetic flesh dripping downward. As she rose to her feet the smoke gathering inside of her body began to spill out and curl upwards from both sides of her torso. She still smiled and her head remained cocked to one side as she spoke.

“Wha-wron-ichael? I wa-nt do-do-done-ucking-ou-ye-”

As she spoke one of her eyeballs began to lazily drift upward while the other remained fixed on Michael’s face. Her smile never left her face. Her perfectly glossy pink lips looks so tantalizing, her face still as sweet as ever, but Michael’s eyes couldn’t stop from drifting down to the void where her chest had been. The fringes of her artificial flesh were beginning to stain black as the smoke finished escaping her open body. Even as he looked inside of her another series of small snaps and pops could be heard as exposed wires intersected with each other and cause any number of short circuits. Riley appeared to hiccup at some of them, which was likely a response to either data or power weirdly fluctuating through her body. The sudden jolt caused a large amount of the wiring and tubing inside of her body to bounce up and down. This wouldn’t normally be a problem as the wires should be shielded, but they were all either frayed or exposed and many of them suddenly rubbed against each other.

What resulted was a series of bright white showers of sparks to spray out of Riley in rapid succession. Her face remained cheerful and her eyes blinked in a measure rhythm, each blink brought an audible click as the mechanisms inside her face forced her eyelids shut and back open, applying far too much power to the motion. She looked towards Michael, her gaze was clearly a pre-programmed expression meant to convey a sense that everything was fine, but with her torso melted open and still snapping and sparking her face only looked fake.

“I am-am-a-I-a-a-am-a-i an-d-oid-” Riley attempted to say, her voice still crackling and distorted by her damaged vocal processors.

“Y-you’re a fucking robot?” was all Michael was able to muster as her took another half step backward, eyes darting between Riley’s burned open chest and her face, which appeared to not be fully functional any more as the expression never changed.

“Wha-a-you-alking-bout? I-a-eal-per-on-ike-ou. N-ome-fu-me!” Riley replied as she took one stilted step forward. Her foot pressed against the hardwood flooring and before she could move her internal operating system demanded a report of her physical location in order to calibrate her balance. Riley’s still smiling face, still tilted to one side, looked down at her foot where her one remaining good eye scanned her foot and its location before her head moved back up and looked towards Michael again. In response Michael took a step back and managed to trip over the coffee table that had been placed in the middle of Riley’s living room. He fell backwards and looked up at Riley, smiling and looming over him.

Riley took another step forward, her processor bank struggling to keep her running at all, let alone smoothly. There were hundreds if not thousands of log entries inside of her file system detailing the myriad of errors that her operating system was reporting. Everything from the previous temperature warnings, to balance calibration errors and data packet loss. She had already completely destroyed two processors in her system, and therefore her A.I. was working to route data around the missing hardware. Her operating system on the other hand was attempting to resume her last known good state in an attempt to resume normal human function. Her sexual software had already started up again, and the corrupted software and files inside of her directory structure, were clogging normal data flow again.

Without the balance and location information she had just received her next step had no pure reference point when she tried to take another step forward. Her foot caught on the heel of her other foot and she tumbled forward. Her systems were not quick enough to react and throw her arms out to catch herself. She fell face first into the ground with a thud, falling out of sight of Michael. A moment later placed her hands on the ground and pushed upward, executing a generic movement to get back on her feet and stand upright. Once she was upright again Michael got a clear view of what had just happened.

Riley had fallen straight forward but her head had impacted the couch she fell next to. Now that she was standing again Michael yelped as he saw her head resting against her left shoulder. The flesh around her throat and neck was viciously torn almost all the way around her neck and a mess of frayed and stretched wires were now splayed out of her open neck. Many of the multiple coloured wires were sizzling and snapping as arcs of blue electricity jumped from wire to wire and occasionally from a frayed wire to the metal neck joint. Riley still wore the same smile on her face as before, but the indicator lights mounted to the circuit boards inside of her body told another story. Most of them immediately turned red or winked off altogether. There was one final loud pop, punctuated by a disappointingly small spurt of white and blue sparks inside of Riley before everything went dark inside of her.

Riley was already facing Michael and now fell straight forward again, missing the arm of the couch this time but inside hitting the coffee table Michael had tripped over. Her head hit the side of it with a sickening thump and her body continued to the ground. Once there Michael could see that the same amount of melted flesh had been burned away on her back, leaving an opening in her upper back. Riley’s body now lay on the floor at Michael’s feet, though her head was gone from the top of her neck now. Michael immediately saw it, as it lay a few feet away from her body, still smiling, but no longer blinking.

Michael managed to tear his eyes from Riley’s detached head and over to her body. Her metal and plastic artificial spine had bent upward in response to the impact, the flesh on her back was already soft and so most of the top of her robotic spine had bent upward and now jut out of the top of her back. The flesh torn and ruined dangled inside of her body. Michael finailly sensing that there was no life left in the girl he had once been dating scrambled backwards and hoist his jeans back into place, buckling and zipping as he rushed for the back door, leaving Riley naked, broken, and destroyed in her parents living room.