title: Synthetic Simulation Stimulation aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [ArgentVZ] id: [44292184] date: 星期五, 八月 26日 2022, 10:48:43 上午 modified: 星期三, 八月 31日 2022, 9:34:55 上午

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Synthetic Simulation Stimulation

Author: ArgentVZ Source: Synthetic Simulation Stimulation

Epsilon considered himself a “gentle giant” in almost every aspect. Having adopted a Synth chassis that approached three meters tall and working in cargo logistics meant that he was keenly aware of the dangers of both large and heavy objects—given his size, the black-and-white plated synthetic could be considered both.

Despite his overwhelmingly kind and careful nature in the physical world, Epsilon had his own particular, private desires that might’ve seemed in conflict with his personality to anyone who learned of them. Namely, he very much enjoyed the idea being huge—titanic, even—and many of the associated effects one could have on a normal-sized world while at such an impossibly large size.

Lucky for him, simulations could be coded to ignore certain factors like the square-cube law, materials science, or other inconvenient limitations of real-world physics. And with a few tweaks to an engine designed for simulating planetary-scale colonial terraforming, the Synth found himself able to live out those fantasies in a completely harmless and safe way—while still being very, very fun for him to indulge his interests in.

Loading into the virtual world was the same procedure as always. Epsilon reclined into his charging array, plugged himself into the station’s datalink and power supply—as he did every evening— and shifted his consciousness from himself to the little corner of the network he’d carved out for himself.

Once things were loaded, Epsilon activated his optical sensor and other primary systems in the same way he would if he were waking up from his sleep mode. After a brief synchronization sequence, his vision cleared, and the Synth found himself lying on his back, looking up into a clear blue sky. A few wispy clouds drifted over his visor, briefly obscuring the sun’s shape behind their snowy outlines. Epsilon took a brief moment to flex a few of his muscles, ensuring that he’d fully connected into the simulation and that everything felt normal. The familiar crumbling of a hillside beneath the fingers of one hand, and the brittle crackling of a forested plain beneath the other, brought a happy smile to the Synth’s face.

He slowly rolled himself over, ignoring the complete devastation the simple act caused to the land below him. At his favored height—a precisely calculated eight thousand meters tall—moving himself in any capacity was bound to cause damage. A once-potentially-fertile plot of arable land was ground into brown mush as Epsilon rose to his feet, his head breaking through a thin layer of clouds as he did so. A few careful shifts of his wide feet brought the looming synthetic titan to a casual standing posture, with him only taking a moment to wipe away the faint moisture the clouds had left on his visor before he looked around.

Each iteration of the simulation was randomized—unless he chose to reload a particularly interesting layout worth revisiting—so he didn’t quite know where the landscape generator would place lakes, carve rivers, raise mountains, or, more importantly for his interests, settle towns and cities for him to play with. Just the mere thought of so many little things arranged before—and beneath—him sent a tingle down his spine—as well as between his legs.

Knowing he was completely alone, and what his intentions for the simulation were, Epsilon had no qualms about being utterly shameless. As such, it didn’t take him long to reach down with one hand and tease at the pliable opening between his hips, easing out the textured electric-blue spire of his cock after a few soft kneading motions. He let out a quiet moan as the rounded head slipped between his soft fingers, the contact only serving to excite him further as more of the shaft emerged. Epsilon let his fingers idly press and rub into the slick, synthetic flesh as he turned his attention outward.

More accurately, he focused downward. The lack of mountainous terrain meant that Epsilon was the tallest thing for hundreds of miles; in fact, nothing on the planet as taller than he was.

Previously, he’d found clambering over mountain ranges to be tiring and annoying, and as a result he’d edited out that terrain generation variable months prior. It left him most often surrounded by rolling hills and gently curving rivers, all covered with and bordered by a mix of grassy fields, thick forest, and the artificial trappings of civilization.

It was the last of these that Epsilon was obviously most interested in, and it didn’t take him long to spot the telltale line of a highway cutting its way through the natural greenery. His smile widened, and the synthetic titan immediately set off, not wanting to waste any more time.

Three steps—each of which pulverized a wide swath of land beneath his huge, two-plus-one toed feet—carried him adjacent to the highway. There, his strides smoothly pivoted, turning to align himself along the asphalt strip’s edge. The faintly-rendered cars dotting the road kept on moving—at least until Epsilon shifted mid-step to pound a kilometer of it completely flat beneath a casual step. The towering Synth hardly felt the slightly altered crackle of pavement beneath his vast sole, nor did he sense the hundred-plus speck-sized vehicles crushed flat by that same smooth ceiling of artificial flesh. He merely continued walking, content to tease at his nearly erect member with his fingers. It was impossible not to enjoy the stimulation, especially with how the thought of his left foot plunging down onto and obliterating so much of the minute highway added to his steadily growing excitement.

After a few minutes of casual strolling, during which a handful of roadside villages found themselves decimated by Epsilon’s feet, the Synth spotted the telltale glint of larger structures through the hip-height cloud layer. His cock twitched enthusiastically as he abandoned his highway stroll, another tiny hamlet going completely unnoticed under an earthshattering step as the titan turned towards his target. Hardly anything remained of the little village in the vast footprint the titan left in his wake.

Wide feet churned the earth, crunching loudly down into the forest below as the excited synthetic pushed towards the metropolis. Epsilon barely noticed the sensation beneath him change as his wandering feet began crushing low suburban homes beneath their weight rather than trees— although a quick glance downward brought the change fully to his attention. The giant quickly shortened his strides to a precise saunter, wanting to take as much pleasure from burying the tiny buildings beneath his plush, artificial soles as he possibly could.

And there was plenty for him to indulge in. Dozens of the minute structures disappeared into the shadow of each of his steps, the seemingly copy-pasted buildings just barely perceptible as individual sensations beneath Epsilon’s dark soles and rounded toes. Nearly every step gave him a plethora of stimuli to process, leaving him to shiver with bliss and tease more firmly at the now-fullyextended rod cupped in one hand.

It was good, then, that the downtown district of the simulated city soon appeared in the top of Epsilon’s field of view. He could feel himself already starting to slide just from walking over the crunchy little buildings, and today he didn’t want to waste his orgasm—simulated or not—on something as boring as masturbating to the crackling of houses underfoot.

Still, he took a few moments to push some more excited thoughts through his mind as he paused his steps, gazing down in delight at the toe-height skyscrapers resting just before his thick digits. He could imagine the view from below, how vast he must’ve appeared, and how utterly helpless everything below him currently was.

Epsilon trembled, continuing to keep one hand stroking his smooth member as he lowered himself to his knees. Two strips of city nearly two miles in length each were pushed aside and ground away like brittle sand as the Synth’s legs and feet eased backwards, effortlessly conforming the urban landscape to his whims. Had anyone else been present in the simulation—and not found themselves trampled as Epsilon entered the city—they’d be greeted with a view of the gigantic synthetic’s soles and his hovering tail. The former were each dusted with bits of debris and mangled natural materials, while the latter casually swished back and forth in the open sky.

Now much closer to the little buildings than before, their details became more evident, as did the motions of cars, trucks, and other vehicles in between the glittering spires of steel and glass. Epsilon couldn’t see any individual people among the little towers—likely because the simulation renderer wouldn’t reach that level-of-detail from five kilometers in the air—but seeing the subtle hints of microscopic life beneath him was more than enough for the Synth. He didn’t enjoy the thoughts of killing anyway. Power was what he was after; being a couple miles tall certainly checked that box on its own.

The titan slowly leaned forward, letting out a soft gasp as his cock let out another agitated twitch, and reached out with his free hand to steady himself as he shifted onto his hands and knees. A half-dozen city blocks were instantly crushed to dust beneath his wide palm and round fingers and, given the extra sensitivity of his hands compared to even his feet, Epsilon felt his internal clock momentarily slip out of rhythm from the sheer thrill of the sensation.

His right hand slipped away from his member and thumped down into the city, mirroring the motions of his left. The similarly tactile impact made the Synth shiver from the crunchy sensation of dozens of buildings being ground flat simply by moving his hands. Epsilon subtly wiggled his fingers, trembling in response to the tactile stimulation of concrete and steel facades crumbling against his soft digits.

The Synth’s smile had widened to a broad, thrilled grin, and he couldn’t help but do one of the ‘sillier’ aspects of his play. Even though he was alone in the simulation, and none of the millions of people who’d likely inhabit a city of its size were rendered by the simulation, on occasion he still enjoyed talking to those non-existent beings. While he rarely said much, imagining his voice booming out across miles of cityscape was yet another addition to the long list of turn-ons being so massive created.

“Don’t…mind me,” Epsilon said, his smooth, pleasantly robotic voice faintly shaking with excitement, “I’m just…going to let off…some steam.”

Epsilon’s visor tilted downward as he glanced below him, eying up the countless skyscrapers and buildings beneath his body—although none of them could compare to the one that emerged from between his legs. His heavy, blue-tinted organ hung well over half a kilometer in length, and like his fingers and toes was far thicker than nearly all of the tiny structures lying in its shadow. A few drops of synthetic pre dribbled from its tip as the looming Synth hesitated, momentarily deciding if what he had mentally planned was how he wanted to end his erotic play.

He seemed to make his decision an instant later as he shifted one leg outward, toppling yet more buildings and crushing many more as his calf and foot plowed through several fragile city blocks. Then, he walked forward on his hands, simultaneously lowering his hips—and the sleek member hanging from them—towards the ground. Palms and fingers instantly flattened two-dozen acres of cityscape with each meteoric impact, with nothing able to resist the overwhelming weight and force Epsilon’s hands brought to bear.

A few ‘steps’ later, the titan felt his cock connect with the first handful of rooftops. The massive blue spire effortlessly shattered everything beneath its length, and Epsilon couldn’t help himself anymore. He swung his body forward, letting out a sharp gasp as he plowed his cock down into the collection of skyscrapers lying in his path.

In mere seconds, the sleek member carved a vast track of destruction through the glittering spires. Reinforced concrete, steel, and glass were all instantly blown apart as the blue organ crashed through them like a seven hundred meter long battering ram of pure synthetic sexuality. Epsilon groaned, feeling himself tumbling, and began to thrust, shifting the angle of his hips with each motion to catch more of the brittle spires beneath each smooth swing of his hips.

Panting despite his lack of lungs, Epsilon rolled his hips from side to side, bulldozing his malehood through even more of the weak structures and carving a further swath of destruction. All of it served to push the Synth even closer to his final goal and, feeling it approaching, he returned to long thrusts against momentarily unbroken cityscape, grunting as he neared climax.

And in one final heave, it was over. Epsilon’s synthetic seed blasted out from his pulsing cock as he came, splashing a reservoir’s worth of the viscous liquid across both the mushy, grey-and-brown remnants of pulverized metropolis and the still-shining towers that had managed to avoid being flattened. The sheer force of it was enough to topple further structures and simply heavily damage others, although most of what lay around Epsilon’s trembling arms either found itself spared from his ‘fun’ or splattered with a thin layer of translucent synthetic cum.

Epsilon gave a few more half-hearted thrusts as he climaxed, easing out every last drop he’d generated over the course of his excursion. While he didn’t have any need to breathe, the Synth still liked simulating the organic feeling of exertion, and let out steady, heavy ‘breaths’ as he came down from his post-climax high.

Without thinking too much about it, the utterly spent titan flopped onto his back, sighing into the open sky as nearly half of the mostly crumbling city simply disappeared beneath his colossal body. At this point, he cared little—he’d had his fun, and now could spend a few minutes returning to normal before moving into standby mode for the night.

The sky was as pretty as when he’d ‘awoken,’ and Epsilon’s smile shifted from its previous elated grin to a more thoughtful, gentle smile. A plane drifted overhead, seemingly within reach—in fact, he knew it was, as he’d programmed in the occasional flyby for himself to do with what he wanted in the moment. Now, he was mostly content to let it drift over his lounging, multi-kilometer tall form.

Mostly, anyway. Epsilon lifted a tired hand from the ground and reached upward, curling his fingers around the little speck of an aircraft. He maintained his serene smile as his palm cupped behind it, rounded fingers tracking the tiny thing as it cruised a mile over his chest—but he didn’t pinch, or swat, or interfere. The Synth idly watched it go, almost acting as if he was pushing it along with his hand, until he let his hand fall back to his chest as the microscopic plane streaked over his visor and out of his field of view.

Epsilon let out a satisfied sigh and spent a few minutes basking in the warm glow of the sun and the cooler breeze blowing in across the hilly terrain. It was peaceful and quiet—despite the mess he’d made not long before—and the Synth truly appreciated the moments of both absolute bliss and calm reflection he could gain from his ‘little’ simulation.

He eventually made the decision to shut things down, disconnect himself from the network, and slip into standby to recharge for the next day. There’d be plenty of time to tweak things for whatever mood struck him tomorrow. But for now, it was time to rest, and with a few commands executed from his own processor the Synth ended the simulation and pulled back to his own body, still lying in the charging cradle in his room, with only the faint smile on his lips hinting at the fun he’d had inside his personal ‘game.’