Giantess World
In the not so distant future, humankind's level of technology had advanced to such a degree that things considered science-fiction only 50 years ago where now science fact. A few noteworthy advances were cold-fusion, which then lead to faster than light-speed travel in space; nearly full artificial intelligence in computers (they say within the next 5 years computers will be completely self-aware); and cybernetics...which has lead me to explore one of my inner-most fantasies. "Little" did I realize how utterly idiotic, and dangerous this fantasy could really be! On the other hand, if I somehow survive this, it will have been an unforgettable experience, and just maybe ...maybe... I'll do it again.
Let me explain...
My name's Brad McAlister, a typical kind of guy you might say. I'm 5'10", 22 years old with short brown hair and green eyes. I just got finished my second year in university where I've been plugging away at a medieval history degree. Yeah, yeah...I hear ya! And you're right...even I don't know what I'll be able to do after I graduate with that $30,000 piece of paper. Anyways, after another year down, I was really looking forward to the hot summer at home, even though I'll be sharing the house with my 40 year old step-mother, Lydia, and her 18 year old daughter Cindy.
Dad? He died 5 years ago in a car accident coming home from the firm he worked at, and being the big-time lawyer that he was you can guess that my house is fairly large (7 bedrooms!) and a big pool and hot-tub out back. In his will, the estate was divided equally, and we all got substantial deposits to our bank accounts. Yeah, the money's nice, but I'd rather have Dad back. He'd at least be able to keep Lydia off my ass. She can be so bossy and condescending. I personally feel she'd do anything to get full possession of my piece of Dad's fortune. She already has Cindy's portion wrapped around her finger, since Cindy's a wee bit of an airhead. She's a cruel bitch and 100% power-hungry! Her only merit, I'd say, is her looks...and I admit, she's a damn good looking woman! Dad knows how to pick 'em...looks, that is. At 5'8", her slim figure and youthful skin make her look more like a 30 year old, rather than 40, and no plastic surgery either! With her light brown hair tied up in a bun, and her typical outfit of a white blouse, short black skirt and 3" black pumps, she gives off a professional business-like air...like a corporate executive or something. I'm sure she'd just love to have the entire world in the palm of her hand. She's also a perfectionist with the rest of her looks, with just the right amount of make-up, manicured nails, and silky smooth skin. No doubt about it, she's a very attractive woman, just too bad she's such an Ice Queen. One look from her icy blue eyes could send shivers up even an eskimo's back!
Her 18 year old daughter, my step-sister Cindy, is a real ditz. Heh, she's a hot looking girl as well, it's just too bad there's nothing upstairs to complement the package. Do the words "natural blonde" tell you anything? You betcha...and it's no surprise she's the captain of the cheerleading squad. Her blonde hair comes straight down to the middle of her back and because of all her cheerleading her body is nothing short of awesome; an athletic build with really nice curves! She has her mothers blue eyes, but instead of cold venom her eyes look pure and innocent, like an angels eyes. Also unlike her mother, her attitude is the complete opposite. She's very "girlish", always with a bright playful smile, and the cutest giggle. I think it was these qualities that convinced Coach Peterson at the high school to put her in to cheerleading. I thought for sure she'd never make it, but she has an odd talent for it, which is surprising since she's such a bloody cluts doing everything else. To be honest, if Lydia wasn't so callous, Cindy not so ditzy, and neither were considered relatives I'd certainly consider them eligible women in my book, but the situation would have to be a lot different than it is.
My first couple of weeks back home were pretty boring. Most of the time, Lydia talked on the phone in her study discussing her various financial investments while Cindy was either sunbathing by the pool in her skimpy red bikini or shopping her heart out at the mall. With those two occupied, there really wasn't much company around the house - not that either make for very good company. I tried calling my friends up but none of them ever seemed to be home. I was beginning to think the summer wasn't going to be as great as I'd first hoped.
* * * *
I was sitting in my bedroom bored as usual, thinking of something to do today. It was mid-afternoon and a blistering summer day. I wasn't much in the mood for thinking, so I headed downstairs to the kitchen to grab some lemon-aid.
Entering the kitchen I was greeted by Lydia's patronizing tone as she sat reading the paper at the kitchen table.
"Working hard these days, Brad?", she said, peering over her paper at me. Offering only a smirk in reply, I headed for the fridge and pulled out the jug of lemon-aid.
As I grabbed a glass from the cupboard and poured some juice, Lydia piped up once again. "Why don't you go upstairs and clean up your room, Brad...it's such a mess!"
"Why don't I just get the maid to clean it up.", I replied in a snobby, sarcastic tone before taking a drink of juice. We don't have a maid, by the way.
With a shrug, Lydia just peered back down at her paper and said, "Suit yourself...she'll be here in an hour."
I couldn't help but blink a few times in confusion. Was she serious? Were we really going to have a maid around the house? I mean, I know we could have easily afforded one before, but back when Dad was around he preferred we showed some responsibility of our own and take care of our own things. I was never very keen on cleaning up my room, though. What normal male is?
Setting my glass down on the counter-top, I eyed Lydia curiously and asked, "Did you say the maid would be here in an hour? We're getting a maid?" Of course, I should have realized Lydia would take this line of questioning as a chance to belittle me again, and she did.
"Dear, you really should see a doctor about that hearing of yours. Of course I said maid. I ordered a CyberMaid only yesterday. Lord knows I hate dirt and this house always seems filthy...I'm sure you have something to do with it."
She was starting to get me angry. With a deep sigh and a little moan of frustration, I picked up my glass of lemon-aid and headed back up stairs to me bedroom to cool off, not even bothering to get in to it with Lydia. Besides, this CyberMaid thing got me thinking again. "We're getting a maid...a CyberMaid...", I thought to myself, "...well I'll be damned."
As I lay on my bed, staring up at the ceiling, I remembered that CyberMaids were actually normal woman with cyber implants to enhance their duties around the house...cleaning, cooking, washing, whatever. Most appliances these days already came with input devices for cyber implants to make them more efficient, meeting the desires of their users perfectly. I also remembered that even though they weren't really robots or androids their biological make-up was literally grown in a lab - basically clones with cyberware, and because they were created to be servants their training consists of strict mental conditioning so that they remained unquestionably loyal to their employers. Additionally, the process also leaves the CyberMaid with little or no emotional capabilities - almost robotic. Apparently, if they were left with their emotions their ability to serve their employers may be greatly impeded by such things as depression, or an emotional attachment to something due to the various kinds of services that an employer might have them do. The lab "manufacturers" wanted a servant that wouldn't hesitate or be distracted in their duties and the successful result became the CyberMaid.
Lost in my thoughts on what things would be like around here with a CyberMaid, the familiar chime of the doorbell downstairs broke my reverie. Could that be the maid at the door? I glanced at my nightstand and the clock atop it. Sure enough, I'd been in my room for about an hour. Getting up, I quickly headed downstairs to see if it really was her.
Lydia had already beaten me to the door as she stood in the doorway talking with our visitor. Moving to her side, my eyes soon took in who it was. My jaw dropped and my eyes went wide as I slowly ogled the figure standing before Lydia and I.
Dressed in an old fashioned french-maids outfit - black and white, with black fishnet stockings and 4" black high-heels - stood a 6'0" woman who I think I could safely guess was the CyberMaid. Besides the trademark dress, the small protruding datajack at the side of her neck sort of gave it away, made clearly visible by the fact that her straight black hair was pulled back in to a tight pony-tail.
Giving each of us a slow glance with her dark brown eyes - so dark they could very well be black themselves, though my attention was riveted to either her beautiful D cup breasts or long sexy legs - she spoke in a rather monotone voice introducing herself
"Mistress Lydia and Master Bradley...", she began, using my full first-name. God I hated being called by my full name. "...my name is Janet, your personal and home CyberMaid. CyberMaid Enterprises is pleased that you have chosen to do business with us and I am very happy to be here to serve you."
Even Lydia seemed to hesitate in reply, as she too seemed taken back or impressed by our new live-in. "...you are certified, aren't you?", Lydia asked.
"Fully, Mistress Lydia. My documentation is all right here.", and at that Janet produced a folder of papers for Lydia which, I guess, was at her side but which I failed to notice because I was gawking at the finer "points". Can you blame me? Heh!
Taking the folder and briefly glancing at it, Lydia passed it off to me like I was some secretary of hers. She lost no time getting in to her role as this maid's mistress, and before turning to go inside merely told the maid to, "Enter and follow."
There was no hesitation; the maid drifted by me at the door and went inside, her high-heels clicking from the step on to the hard-wood floor. I found myself staring at her backside, swaying as it did with each step, and her perfect legs and feet in those black 4" heels. I admit, I have a small foot fetish, but deeper still I've always had a curiousity for wanting to view a woman from the floor up, like a bug might do before ultimate getting squished by a giant foot. I can't say I'd enjoy getting killed in such a way - I'm really not big on getting killed - but I think it would be an incredible experience to view the world from that perspective. Lydia and Cindy are most often the targets for this wee fantasy of mine, but at university, the mall, and most other places I see a good looking women I get the chance to visualize things in this way. It's quite erotic too! But anyways...
With a little shrug at my thoughts, I quickly closed the door and went in after Lydia and our new house maid.