Love Machine

by Panther

 

Marcus scrolled down the colorful web page displayed on his computer screen until he found what he was looking for. He clicked on the icon with a smile as his hard drive began cycling through the information that his modem collected. He nodded in admiration. There was a newspaper on his desk that he picked up while he waited, flipping through the comic section and listening to the low whirring of his computer.

 

"Heh heh," he shook his head while he chuckled, "oh Marmaduke, what mischief will you get yourself into next?"

 

The small, blue triangle in the top corner of his monitor stopped cycling and Marcus looked over the images that had appeared before scowling. "Damn it! Uncle Sleazy, you've failed me again." His eyes were hurting him, they had been all day; he rubbed them with harsh irritation before tapping the back button on the AOL menu bar. "Why? Why can't anyone draw or write the shit that I like?"

 

Marcus's head shot up as he strained his ears to catch an echo of what he thought he had heard. Silence filled his room, the only sound was the hushed purr of his computer's cooling fan. He hunched back down over his keyboard; his fingers still as he struggled to think of another website to try. His body shook as the strange noise rang out again.

 

It was a banging.

 

It was a knocking.

 

Somebody was at his front door.

 

He looked up. The clock that hung on the wall above him read 2:18 A.M. He sat there, unsure of what to do. The arrow on his screen hovered over the 'home' symbol on his menu bar and he pressed the button once. He stood up after dimming his monitor and stared down his hallway.

 

"Who the hell would be coming over at this hour?" He glanced at his closet, thinking about the baseball bat that was huddled under some dirty laundry. "I don't know, could be some weirdo." The floor was warm and he tip-toed his way through the maze of furniture as whoever it was knocked again. "They certainly seem to be on about something." The peephole was small, but it had the answer he was looking for. He peered through it at the scenery outside and frowned. The only thing he could see in the dim light beyond was a flat and coarse plain, light tan in color. There was a faint red marking on it, but it was too far up to get a good view. He jumped back as the knocking returned. The doorknob taunted him as he stood there; after another moment, he unchained the door and opened it.

 

The first thing Marcus saw was the enormous crate that dominated his porch. The red markings turned out to be large arrows and warnings to keep 'this end up.' It was taller than he was, about five feet wide, and four feet deep. Large planks of fresh pine reinforced the whole of it and it had a number of shipping labels in plastic sleeves taped to it's sides. He heard a loud popping and looked up to the person who had been rapping at his chamber door. She was tall and had long blonde hair that fell about her broad shoulders from underneath a red baseball cap. Her eyes were a crystal blue that was lighter in shade than the bright pink that feathered her moist lips. The button-up shirt she wore was pin-striped in red and white strips and was complimented by a red bowtie that was starting to come loose from around her neck. Her bright red pants were dusty and had a black streak over one thigh.

 

It was a cool night in the windy city, but her face and arms were covered in a light sweat. She blew another bubble with her orange gum and took a clipboard from off the top of the crate, flipping through the pages and looking up at him from time to time. She stopped and squinted at him with a penetrating gaze that made feel him small and inferior.

 

"Are you a Mr. Wallace?"

 

Marcus felt the color drain from his face, he pursed his lips with an inaudible answer as he fidgeted and looked off into the distance nervously.

 

"Sir?"

 

"Uh, well ... maybe," he shook his head and tried to smile, "where did you hear that name?"

 

"It's on my invoice sir, I'm to deliver this package to a Mr. Marcellus Wallace at this address. Are you him?"

 

He shrugged and looked down. She was wearing strapped, red sandals over thin and delicate feet with had a golden toe ring on her left foot; the shadows were draped over it, but he could swear that he could see it shining. The blonde snapped her gum again.

 

"I'm not here to judge sir. I just want to get this crate off my hands so I can go home."

 

"That's my screen name."

 

She raised an eyebrow and he just shrugged

 

"Yes, I'm Mr. Wallace."

 

"Thank god sir." She flipped the clipboard over in her hands and pushed it toward him, "sign here please."

 

Marcus took the pen she offered and studied the form in front of him. He chuckled when he read the title at the top of the page.

 

"'Red Convertible Delivery Service'?"

 

"It's not my company sir."

 

"Fair enough." The rest of the page was blank, save for a line on the bottom that said 'sign here' beneath it and 'Mr. Marcellus Wallace' to the left of it.

 

"Um..."

 

"An 'x' will be sufficient sir."

 

The pen clicked with a press of his thumb and he marked the line with a hefty 'x.' He handed it back and looked the crate up and down.

 

"What is it anyway?"

 

"I'm not privy to that information sir."

 

"Do you know who sent it?"

 

"I'm not privy to that information either sir; though I was told that there would be an explanation enclosed."

 

"How do I know it's not a bomb or something?"

 

"Do you know of anyone who hates you enough to send you an explosive device sir?"

 

"Well," Marcus grimaced, "no."

 

"Than just accept the package graciously sir." The blonde maneuvered herself behind it and the whole thing suddenly lurched forward as she rolled it back on a large dollie. She effortlessly rolled it over the threshold and dumped it unceremoniously in his entryway.

 

"Hey, watch the floor."

 

She turned to look at him again and he felt her stare weigh down on his chest once more. She snapped her gum.

 

"Enjoy your package sir."

 

"Uh, thank you."

 

She took her clipboard and tucked the pen away in one of her shirt pockets, the ball-point tip pointing outward as it tried to slide down the firm curve of her right breast, before stepping back outside to leave. Marcus raised a questioning hand.

 

"Hey, do you always deliver packages this late at night?"

 

"It's to help ensure client privacy sir. Besides," she smiled, "we knew you'd be up at this time."

 

He watched her walk away as he closed the door.

 

"That's reassuring," he paused and opened the door again. "Who's 'we'!?!" But she was gone.

 

Marcus clicked the lock shut and looked at the giant crate. His giant crate.

 

He reached out and touched it with a steady finger before pulling it back to scratch his face. The clock chimed 2:30.

 

- - -

 

Somewhere in the bushes outside a van window, a cricket chirped. The man behind the wheel scratched the small scar on his cheek and began to roll it up to block out the sound. The passenger side door opened and he looked at his returning companion.

 

Despite the cool night air, she had a thin layer of sweat over her face and arms. She flashed him a sarcastic smile and he frowned at the color of her outfit.

 

"I hate the color red."

 

"Then you should have given me a purple convertible; I know you love purple." He shrugged.

 

"I guess it's too late for that now."

 

She closed the door and took off her cap, running a hand through her long blonde hair. She looked back up with a slight scowl.

 

"I can't believe you made me lug that thing all the way up to his door by myself."

 

"I couldn't let him see me."

 

"He's never met you in person before. Besides, this is a story anyway; what would have been the difference?"

 

He flipped a lock of his long brown hair away from his face and turned the key in the ignition before turning to her and smiling.

 

"Yeah, there is that." She wanted to stay angry, but couldn't keep from laughing at his mirthful face.

 

He revved the motor a few times and looked back up to her.

 

"I just can't believe we drove all the way to Chicago to drop it off."

 

"So what do you want to do now?" She pointed at the dashboard clock, "it's only half past midnight. I'm sure there's some place still open right now."

 

"Actually, that's still on California time. It's really 2:30 around here."

 

"Damn," she paused then looked up hopefully, "Sears Tower?"

 

"Cool." He slid the stick shift into drive and pulled out into the street.

Love Machine - Page 2

 

Marcus paced around the giant crate with apprehension and a little wonder. All of the plastic sleeves each held a paper of company receipt; none of them told of what was contained within. But behind one of those receipts was a different set of red markings. They read : OPEN THIS SIDE.

 

He went into his kitchen and rummaged through his cabinets, searching for his tool box. Armed with a chisel and a hammer, he marched back towards the crate and began to set the wedge between two of the wooden planks. A few solid whacks on the butt end with his mallet and he had enough leverage to crack open the whole side. He took a deep breath and let it fall to the floor with closed eyes. The soft bang and wind being pushed out around his feet startled him slightly. He squinted his eyes open and found the tan face of the crate had been replaced by a white wall of styrofoam. Taped in the middle of it was a bundle of papers with a large corporate logo drawn on the front. Marcus pulled them off and started to read through them aloud.

 

"Congratulations in your acquisition of our premier and state-of-the-art Pleasure Unit : Model Series / Panther X24-Z; another fine product of Panther Incorporated." He cocked an eyebrow and looked at the white wall of styrofoam again. He looked back down and continued.

 

"We trust you will be more than satisfied with your selection and are positive that she will provide a lifetime of enjoyment that will keep you hovering near the ... uh ... outer planes of Nirvana-like bliss." Marcus turned the page.

 

"What the hell is this thing?

 

"Your Pleasure-Unit is fully automated and programmed to obey your every command. She comes fully installed with a variety of software ranging from everyday household chores to ...," he swallowed, "... a complete sexual database that encompasses the breadth of human experience. Jesus.

 

"Her demeanor is completely malleable, allowing you to make your Pleasure Unit totally customizable, controlling every aspect from attitudes and responses to appearance and size." Marcus nodded, impressed and suddenly very interested. He continued reading.

 

"She comes ready assembled and is very user-friendly. Commands and instructions are given verbally. But don't listen to us, open your package and allow your brand new Panther X24-Z guide you through her functions herself." He flipped through the last few pages and found nothing but a warranty and a few toll-free numbers, all of them with a '555' prefix. He dropped them to the ground. The crate was still sitting there in front of him.

 

Towards the top of the styrofoam wall were two plastic rings that dangled loosely from thin strings. Marcus took in a deep breath, grabbed hold of them, and pulled. The foam ripped with a shrill tearing, sending out bits of minute snow as the string was yanked through. The wall came loose and floated out with a soft crash and was followed by a rain of packaging foam that showered out onto his floor. As it spilled away, he began to see what was hidden underneath. She was beautiful. He could only see her face but it was smooth and surrounded by fine black hair that fell in long strands over her shoulders and down her back. Her dark skin was colored with a deep tan and the caramel tinge of Spanish heritage. She was dressed in a simple white blouse that covered a firm chest that stood out with plush roundness.

 

The foam continued to pour out of the crate.

 

The blouse had long sleeves that dangled around her wrists; her hands had long fingers with a thin and delicate touch. The lower hem ended just above her navel and Marcus smiled at the tan skin of her stomach as it rose out of a leather skirt that was wound tightly around wide hips. A belt of glossy black was draped around her waist and the silver buckle gleamed as the light caught it and the multi-colored popcorn fell from around it.

 

Her legs came into view.

 

The skirt, with leather as black as her hair, ended just above her thin knees. Her calves were cloaked in tight black stockings that snaked around the shapely legs with a tight, fishnet weave.

 

"Hello."

 

Marcus jumped back startled; his gaze shot back up her body to her cherubic face. As he did, she opened her eyes and he found himself staring into pools of dark brown that sparkled with starlight iridescence. She grinned warmly, her moist, red lips parting to reveal a perfect and bright smile.

 

"Uh ... hello."

 

She cocked her head coyly and stepped out of the crate. She was apparently standing on a small pedestal while inside and she dropped down a few inches as her feet touched the floor, her breasts visibly bouncing under the loose fabric of her blouse. He heard the clicking of her boots as they tapped on the hard porcelain. They were relaxed around her ankles and had a large metal zipper starting from the top of the two inch heels and trailing up to the middle of her calves. Marcus was still a few inches taller than she was in her footwear. She looked up at him, still smiling as she put her hands on her hips with splayed fingers. He didn't know what else to say.

 

"Well? You're my new owner aren't you?" Her voice was soft and dulcet, soothing and calm.

 

"I ... uh ... I guess so."

 

"Do you have a name or should I just call you master?"

 

He smiled. "My name is Marcus."

 

"Hello Marcus. Well?" She raised her arms above her head and did a slow twirl, her dark hair floating just above her shoulders. "What do you think?"

 

"Uh, nice."

 

"Just nice?" She frowned cutely, folding her hands in front of her.

 

"I think you're great! Beautiful!"

 

"Why thank you Marcus." Her face lit back up and her hair bounced as she clapped her hands together. He found the effect quite intoxicating.

 

"So, you're a robot?"

 

"I know I have some long-winded serial title; but I prefer 'pleasure model'. You can call me Katherine."

 

"Hello Katherine."

 

She smiled again; he shrugged.

 

"What do I do with you?"

 

Katherine's smile grew a notch and she playfully shook her head as her hands went back to her hips.

 

"Anything you want." Her blouse slowly slid up her stomach as she extended her arms and Marcus caught himself staring at the smooth skin poking out over the leather rim of her skirt. "Just tell me what to do and I will endeavor to pleasure."

 

"Anything?" He looked up with skeptical, yet hopeful, eyes.

 

"Uh-huh."

 

"The instructions said that that your appearance is changeable, is that right?"

 

Katherine pouted slightly, her moist lips pursing.

 

"You don't like the way I look?"

 

"No!"

 

She looked down with a mildly hurt look on her face.

 

"I mean, I think you're gorgeous. I don't want to change the way you look at all."

 

"Than what is it Marcus?"

 

Marcus turned around, struggling with himself and forcing out what he wanted to say. He took a deep breath. "I was, uh ... I was just wondering if you can make yourself taller."

 

Katherine was quiet for a moment and he felt his heart begin to sink. It was interrupted by a light giggling that made him turn back around to face her. Her small hand was set across her lips as she looked up at him with those sparkling eyes. She was so real, he could feel the heat from her body as she stepped close and wrapped her arms around his waist. Her heels clicked against his floor as she gazed up at him and smiled again.

 

"How tall would you like me to be?" She kissed him playfully on the chin; he felt that one spot become slightly wet as the tip of her tongue grazed across the small area of skin. Her black hair fell further down her back as she arched her neck. Marcus couldn't help himself as he bent down and kissed the supple skin, nibbling down to her shoulder. She began to purr softly and he felt the steady beating of a heart pulsing through her.

 

"Oh, I think you should just start growing and I'll tell you when to stop." Katherine began to step back; her cheeks had a light tinge of red over the full and tanned surface. She brought her hands down to the hem of her blouse and began to pull it upward.

 

"Stop." She looked at him curiously; her nose wrinkling slightly above that still beautiful smile. "Can you ... you know ... leave your clothes on?" Katherine let her hands fall to her sides and she slowly closed her eyes. Her dark red lips parted as she took in a quick breath.

 

"Ooo," her thin eyebrows curled downward, her expression changing to one of stern concentration. Marcus heard the sudden sound of leather beginning to stretch. There was a soft jingle as the metal buckle on her belt shifted it's position. He took a step away in surprise as he saw the top of her head begin to creep upward.

 

At first her clothing began to billow slightly outward, her body swelling to fill the loose fabric. The sleeves of her blouse began to pull up her arms. Her thin wrists peeking out before her forearm spread into view; the thin hairs that spread across them stood slightly on end as her body shivered. He watched it rise up her midriff, her navel appearing once more, this time to stay. "Ah!" Marcus looked at Katherine's face. Her mouth was open with her sudden cry and she grit down her teeth. She opened her eyes and looked up at him with painful longing as she continued to grow.

 

Down below, the sleeves of her boots were filling out and assuming the shape of her swelling calves. The weave of her stockings began to widen as they tried to stretch, the deep color of her skin starting to seep through the black material.

Love Machine - Final Page

 

Katherine began to tremble; she was clawing at her front as if her chest was on fire. She clutched handfuls of the tightening fabric in both of her hands before looking back towards Marcus.

 

Her dark brown eyes were wide with sensation and he was amazed to find that they were now same size. She staggered forward for a split second, her arms tensing with surging power, and then she threw her head back and screamed. Her black hair flailed about her head as she suddenly tore open the front of her blouse. Marcus almost toppled over.

 

The front of it split asunder from her neckline down to her stomach. The frayed edges spilled loose threads across her chest as her taut and growing breasts filled the brassiere of black lace that struggled to maintain it's place. The thinning design was akin to her hose that now sported a long run up one of her legs.

 

One of the cups buckled, the stitching on the side tearing slightly, and the swelling mound inside it began to slide forth. Her dark tan was unbroken as the caramel skin continued over the whole of it, interrupted only by the darker nipple that was starting to peek over the only slightly darker bra. It was hardening into pert rigidity as the smooth fabric slid over it in sharp stimulation.

 

"Oh ... Marcus! OH GOD!" Katherine took in another quick breath and one of the thick straps broke. Her breasts fell forward slightly with their heavy weight and jiggled for half a moment before resuming their firm and round shape. The torn end dangled loosely as another tearing sound brought Marcus's attention downward.

 

Her leather skirt was sliding up her rounded thighs; they were beginning to take a more muscular shape as they grew longer. The lines of definition were hidden but becoming more and more pronounced as another run developed in the fishnet of her stockings.

 

Her ankles fought against the cuffs of her boots; the black leather bulged around the top with their cramped occupants. With a metallic tearing, one of the zippers gave way and broke open in it's middle; the little tab flapped with the release of pressure and she moaned once more.

 

"OHH! Please! Uh ... uh ... AHH!" Katherine bent over slightly and had a hand on her forehead. Her cries increased in pitch and volume as she struggled with her incredible transformation. She was now a few inches taller that Marcus and she was still growing bigger.

 

The sleeves of her blouse had been steadily creeping up her smooth forearms and the fabric was now beginning to wrap around her biceps. The white cotton, not designed to encompass her expanding dimensions, ripped apart; slowly at first, but tearing apart in longer strands as the material weakened. The strengthening muscle broke through with hardening bulges as she tensed her arms and curled her hands into tight fists. Her body continued to tremble.

 

Katherine spun around, her hands tangled in the mane of black hair that was beginning to dampen with a light sweat from constant exertion. Her blouse had ridden half-way up her broadening back and he could see the muscles working to hold up her broad torso as her waist pushed against the tightening skirt. She was breathing in quick breaths as only her shrinking belt would allow. Her chest bounced with each inhale, bulging further and further from her brassier. She bit down hard, the tendons in her neck beginning to stand out from the strain, and groaned.

 

"Oh ... oh, AHH!!!" Her belt snapped; the freed ends whipped apart like a snapping rubber band. It flipped away and hit the ground with a loud jingling before nestling in the packaging foam that still littered the floor. The full roundness of her growing posterior filled the shrinking skirt with firm flesh. Thick leather stretched audibly and the stitching that ran up one side began to give way. Thin threads popped one by one and a hole began to form, exposing more of the tearing pantyhose, tightly wrapped around swelling thigh.

 

Katherine grunted and stamped one of her feet. The force of it tore the other side of the skirt from midthigh to hip, a large hole already in the hose there revealing a wide expanse of muscular, caramel leg. The front of her right boot exploded and her toes poked out from underneath the lifting top of it. The silky material of her stockings were peeling away from around the nails and he caught a glimpse of a silver toe ring as it slowly grew into view. The skin that surrounded the plain band was red from the increasing pressure. She stamped her foot again and the heel broke.

 

"OH!" Marcus looked back up to her eyes. Her forehead was moist with a sweet perspiration that filled his senses. He soon realized that she was still taller than his 5' 8" frame even without the benefit of her boots; he was now looking up to her glowing face that stood about four inches higher than his own. "Unh ... unh ... AAAHHHH!"

 

Katherine stamped her foot down one last time and he heard a snap. Her toe ring had broken and he watched as her swelling toe pushed apart the leftover pieces; they bent around it as she started to breathe sighs of relief. The other boot tore and another set of cramped toes spilled forth, the hose peeling away from the tan skin.

 

One of her calves broke through the run in her pantyhose. It had changed from a slightly relaxed leg to one toned with smooth and defined muscle, a long and graceful limb that was swelling with growing power.

 

The sound of the other zipper breaking on her boot coincided with the snapping of the front of her brassiere. They released her full breasts from cups several sizes to small. The dark skin spilled forward, free to regain their perfect shape. They bounced rhythmically as the remaining fabric slid up their sides, held by one remaining strap and the clasp that stretched behind her back. Below them, her stomach was tightening, the plush skin drawing tense as firm groups of strength began to peek through.

 

Katherine's eyes were fluttering; her cheeks had thinned, revealing high cheekbones and a deeper red in color. She was now creeping over six and a half feet in size. Every part of her was broadening, growing bigger and stronger. The back of her skirt split over one firm cheek as it was ballooning outward. It was as tan as the rest of her and the torn leather clenching around it, conforming to it's taut shape. The fishnet stockings were tearing all about her increasing thighs; one finally gave up it's fight, unable to battle her leg's increasing mass, and fell to the ground. Marcus watched it flutter to her feet and saw her step out of the ruined remains of her boots.

 

"OHH!!!" Katherine brought up her hands and grabbed him by the shoulders. She squeezed with furious intensity as she pushed downward. "PLEASE ... PL ... PLEASE!!!" Her strength was incredible. Her other sleeve tore as the bicep tensed. She cried out once more as she suddenly craned her neck back. The last few stitches of her skirt gave way and it dropped to the floor. The lace panties and garters beneath struggled for a moment, then burst apart with fierce tearing as her widening hips grew through them; they snapped away from her body.

 

Marcus felt the soft patch of fur around her crotch press into the shirt over his stomach; it was warm and moist, dripping with her excitement. As she pressed her body into him, the thin hairs began to pull his shirt upward as she steadily continued to grow. She bowed her head forward once more and her long black hair draped over his face. The heat from her breath washed over him and he watched her bite down on her lower lip as she braced herself against the building pressure. Her breasts were pressing against his chin, the giant globes pushing against him with each heavenly inhale.

 

"Marcus!!! UH ... MAR," she clenched her teeth once more as a violent shaking rumbled through her body, "OH GOD!!!" Katherine crushed him against her, a powerful embrace that sent shivers through his back. Her broad shoulders grew through her blouse and the back tore down the center. The separate pieces clung to her sweaty skin for a moment, but soon fell to her sides as she dropped him. "Enough!" Marcus took a step back as he struggled to maintain his footing. He looked at her as she began to straighten up to her full height.

 

Katherine was naked; and she was absolutely glorious. Shreds of black fabric were littered around her. She was taking deep and methodical breaths that slowly brought her enormous breasts up and down. Up ... and ... down, right in front of him at eye level. Each one was about the size and shape of a volleyball and he watched the dark nipples rise and fall. The tight skin shined under the light of his living room. He glanced up.

 

Up past the strong muscles of her chest that held the two round spheres in place. Past her long neck that was still as soft and supple as it was before she had started to grow. Up to her beautiful face that was smiling down upon him. Katherine ran her tongue over her upper lip and used it to remoisten them both. She had one eyebrow raised as she stared at him through slightly squinting eyes. She was at least seven feet tall now; if not an inch or two over it. Her head was about a foot away from the ceiling and she easily reached up and touched it with her slender fingers.

 

"Well?" Katherine looked at him expectingly.

 

Marcus blinked a few times before shaking his head and snapping back to the present. He took one of her hands into his own; her palm was warm and inviting. "C'mon."

 

He heard her giggle as he led her down into his bedroom. Her feet padded heavily with her increased weight against the floor.

 

The bright light of a lamp outlined her body in the darkness of the hallway. Marcus quickly entered his room and jumped onto his bed. As she entered the room, the lines of muscular definition sparkled all over her giant body as the shadows were lifted away. She giggled again as she began to close the door. "Marcus, I hope you don't mind. But I have this thing where I have to be on top."

 

The door closed. The light shining through beneath it dimmed and went out as Katherine's giggling sounded through once more.