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 He squinted his eyes open and found the tan face of the crate had been replaced by a white wall of styrofoam.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.

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