Systemic Fashion (Ch. 1)

Hello! This is my first story on here and it is a bit of a slow burn. I'm pretty new to writing stories, so I sincerely welcome any and all feedback and criticisms. Naturally everyone in the story is above the age of 18. I hope you enjoy!

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My mother told me that years ago people would actually shop for their own clothes.

She said that folks would go out of their homes to stores -- like physical renditions of websites -- in order to find clothes that they think looked good. Except, sometimes the stores they went to wouldn't even have the clothes that they wanted! So, they would have to go to multiple stores, sometimes in different areas, and search for what they wanted!

Sounds exhausting to me. I was certainly born in the right generation.

At some point about a hundred years ago, sometime after we began integrating interface AI systems into our households and general lives, someone invented a "nanomesh" that could be shaped into clothes. This meant that you could purchase an outfit that you found online, and it could instantly be printed in your home via a "nanoweave". The invention was so successful that twenty years later nearly all real cloth and fiber garments were recycled into materials to help create more nanomesh.

The only downside to this, was the mesh itself could be a bit expensive. The way most people got around this issue was to only have enough for a couple of outfits. They would print out what they want, wear the outfit, then later they could recycle the mesh back into the outfit weaver and get a new outfit tomorrow. The machine worked so fast that it could breakdown an outfit and spin a new one in less than three minutes.

The marvel of modern science, am I right?

Naturally, living in this age there were a whole slew of other technological advances including household automation, advances in food generation, and even safety. All of these were managed through the AI Interface.

I woke up this morning and quickly tapped a few keys in the interface next to my bed to begin printing my outfit for the day: just some baggy jeans and a loose-fit t-shirt. I got up, stretched, and began to set my schedule for the day. My name is James and I work as an advanced system engineer for Ouros, the company that created and managed the AI Interface used in countless homes. Luckily, because of my talents I was able to work from home so I could still enjoy living with my family.

With my clothes finished printing, I grabbed them off the printer and put them on. Standing at 6'4 my jeans had to be quite long to fit my tall frame. The bagginess helped conceal my somewhat muscular legs -- the loose-fitting t-shirt served the same purpose, covering my large pecs and tight abs.

Despite the advances in technology, we could mix hormone cocktails up, synthesize any food from scratch, create clothes from almost thin air, we could not make everyone muscular and fit. That still had to be done manually, and I took great care to make sure I was as fit and as strong as I could be.

The bagginess of the pants also helped conceal the large erection I was sporting after just waking up. I knew I was bigger than most people, at around nine inches long and quite thick. I had actually found an old hormone cocktail recipe on the deepweb and broke through some AI Interface safety protocols to make myself a bit bigger -- having developer tools was one of the perks of my position.

Fully dressed I hopped downstairs and was met with the sight of my mother starting the synthesizing process in the kitchen. Now, I like to work out and take care of my body, but that was idea was certainly not my own. My mother, Sophia, had always told us how important it was to treat your body as a temple, and she certainly practiced what she preached.

She soaked up the morning light, making her look somewhat divine with its glow. I took her form in as if for the first time. She stood around 5'4, certainly on the short side in my eyes. Her eyes in the light were a light blue, like the color of the ocean on a sunny day. Light brown hair was pulled into a neat pony tail that hung down to her upper back. I let my eyes wander as I took in the rest of her body and her outfit.

She wore a tight-fitting pair of yoga pants that clung to her toned legs intensely, showing off her well-toned bubble butt that she displayed without trying. On top she wore a loose cover-up over a sports bra. The cover up bulged outwards obscenely, like a towel draped over a pair of watermelons. Her breasts were of a caliber that I truly believed had almost no equal -- I had spent countless hours on the internet trying to find pornstars as big as her, but with no success. The cover up helped preserve some of her modesty, but with breasts as large as hers, it almost made it worse.

Despite her huge boobs, she tried to dress as conservatively as possible. I know this sounds absurd given how her giant melons distended the shape of her cover up, but she truly tried her best. It made me wonder how she would look without wearing an intense sports bra that must be holding them in so tightly. I was glad to be wearing baggy jeans as my erection returned to full strength.

"Good morning my boy! I'm just about to leave for work. I don't love what the Interface printed for me this morning, but I suppose it'll be fine enough I guess," she said pulling on the cover up that strained against her breasts. "Thought it would be a bit looser," she mumbled. My mother worked at a gym, so her workout clothes and her work clothes were one and the same.

"Nah, it looks great mom! The Interface AI knows what it's doing, it has all your measurements. Anyway, what are you synthesizing?" My mother perked up a little bit as I tried to assuage her outfit insecurity. With a new pep, she turned back into the kitchen, her large bubble but jiggling as she turned.

"Nothing crazy! Just some eggs and low-carb toast. You know how important it is to have protein in the morning, right?" She pulled two plates from the synthesizer after it finished and made her way towards me, making sure to keep the breakfast from getting knocked by her swinging breasts.

"Here we go! Don't mind me scarfing this down, I really have to get going," she said, putting both plates down. She made short work of the eggs and toast, but all I could do was watch as her breasts squished into the table as she wolfed down her meal. Their shape barely changed, even though it looked like she was leaning in a lot, which made me really wonder how much work that sports bra was doing.

As I finally tore my eyes away from her poorly concealed curves, I started into my breakfast as she finished hers. Jumping up quickly, she rushed over to my side and leaned over to give me a quick peck on the check. "Okayloveyoubye! I'll be back later!" And with that she sprinted out the door with her gym bag.

I had decided long ago not to workout in the gym she worked at, so I never knew what she looked like while working out. I couldn't help my mind flashing to images of her straining in her tight outfit.

I tried to push the thoughts of my ridiculously curvy mother out of my mind. Today was a work day, I wouldn't be able to work on the Interface AI if all I can think about is how my mother looks without an intensely constraining sports bra on. I quickly made my way back to my room to begin my work.

The project I was working on involved creating new ways to integrate the Interface AI into other machines so as to anticipate the user's need. My current focus was on the adding the AI to a nanoweave, but I found myself getting distracted. I couldn't push the image of my mother and her enormous bust out of my head. Don't get me wrong, I know that these thoughts are wrong and bad, but at the end of the day I'm just a man. If you show me giant tits, I'm going to want to look at them.

In my fantasy, Sophia didn't wear such restrictive and concealing clothes. She wore booty shorts, tight tank tops, high heels, and things like that. She wouldn't wear bras and her huge tits and perky nipples would show right through the thin fabric. Her toned bubble butt would half hang out of her shorts and would jiggle as she walked.

I reflexively moved one hand into my jeans to stroke myself gently, but then an epiphany hit me. I thought about using the Interface AI to have a more hands on method with the clothing process. If I could change how the Interface AI viewed and worked with the nanoweave clothing interface, I could create a system in which the clothing was not fully chosen by the user. The system could display a couple of options based on the user's previous outfits that would normally be printed around a routine and scheduled time, it could be more efficient for the user.

My erection died down quickly as I turned my thoughts from a scantily clad version of my mother to engineering a system for the Interface AI and the nanoweave to work together.

I spent the rest of the day trying to create a prototype system that I could test on. I ended up uploading the test project to our home's AI (which was on a closed off loop for times like this) so I could see how it would work when printing me a new outfit. After letting it upload, I turned to my nano weaver and checked my outfits.

It worked slightly differently than I had imagined. Instead of giving me a short list of outfits, it had automatically selected one. I watched as it printed out a pair of dark linen pants and a floral button up shirt. "Huh, well that wasn't exactly what I thought would happen, but this is exactly the type of thing I would have wanted to wear about now."

I checked back into the prototype files to see what may have made it work this way and quickly found it. It seemed like it was still creating a shortlist of outfits, but then it was just automatically selecting the most likely outfit for the user, instead of letting them choose instead. Not a bad feature. I messed with the shortlist and found that I could change and mess with the shortlist parameters as well, so I could have made it give me more formal options as well.

Good productive day, I thought. Time to reward myself with a little gym time. The nano weave printed me a gym outfit without me selecting anything, and I headed off to work out.

When I got home, I saw my mother lounging in the living room reading something on her tablet. When she heard me come in, she set her device down and bounded up off the chair.

Her breasts wobbled heavily up and down and she stood up quickly. They were securely contained in a flowing dress with a high neckline to hide as much of her bosom as she could. As she walked towards me, she did a little spin, showing off her outfit and inadvertently giving me a show of her ass showing through the flowing material.

"James! Look at this! They must have updated the nano weave or something, I didn't even select anything and it printed me this! The Interface AI is just so good!" She finished her spin and looked at me with a smile. "What do you think?"

"It looks great mom! Though it looks like it picked out exactly what you probably would have already chosen right?" I used this excuse to look her up and down, pretending to examine her outfit, but spending extra time at the nanomesh that covered her breasts, almost causing the outfit to burst.

"Well..." She started, "but, I didn't even need to ask it or select an outfit or anything, isn't that so cool?" She once bounced on the balls of her feet, causing her securely held boobs to wobble once again.

I almost opened my mouth to tell her that it was actually me who had pushed this update, and it was only being used on our house while I bug tested it before shooting it off to the rest of my department. I was glad she believed in the integrity of the interface AI so much.

"You're right mom, it is really cool! Can't wait to see what it picks out for me in the morning!" I turned away from her and ran upstairs to go shower.

Stripping off my sweaty workout gear, I fed it back to the nanoweave and hopped in the shower, my erection displaying itself proudly. As I lathered up, I began to stroke myself, thinking about what my mom could possibly look like in something skimpier, something sluttier. I know that she dressed modestly because she didn't want to draw attention to herself or just be seen for her breasts. But I desperately hoped for a world in which she was comfortable showing herself off.

I imagined her slowly slipped off her flowing dress, standing in just a tiny thong and her industrial sports bra. The thong getting swallowed up in her huge ass cheeks, making it appear like she was wearing nothing at all. As my imaginary eye traveled upwards across her tight stomach, prematurely eclipsed by her imprisoned breasts, I stroked faster.

It wasn't long before I was ready to burst. Just the idea of seeing Sophia undressed and her huge ass and enormous tits on display caused me erupt all over the shower floor. Rope after rope of fertile cum shot down the drain. The other thing the hormone cocktail had affected was my load volume -- I came like a fire hose now.

As my orgasm subsided, I caught my breath and stepped out of the shower to dry off. Jerking off to thoughts of my mother was near a daily tradition at this point. I really needed to do it once or thrice a day to keep myself sane.

Once I had dried off, I hung up my towel and slipped into a comfy pair of sweats and another loose t-shirt. I sat back down at my computer and started over my code from today. I thought about the selection matrix it used behinds the scene before printing the user their outfit. What if this could be remotely modifiable in order to change the outfit selection the user received? Or perhaps, what if you could modify the user proclivities in the mind of the AI?

I did some quick work, remotely accessing my mother's weaver, somewhat surprised I could see the selections it was already making for her gym outfit tomorrow morning. All of them were some variation upon what she had worn today: yoga pants, an industrial sports bra, and a cover up to hide it. I messed with the selection until none of the options contained a cover up, so she would just wear the sports bra and yoga pants.

The plan appeared before me plainly. If I could change the settings here as I think I could, I could make my mother slowly start dressing more obscenely. She would go from wearing the most modest and conservative outfits possible, into barely putting on enough clothes to constitute an outfit. The only problem would be convincing them to continue to trust the Interface AI's choice.

This led me to my second idea, which was integrating this automatic selection into other aspects of the house. I had previously used a hormone cocktail in my food via the synthesizer to make my cock longer and thicker, turning it into the beast it was today. What if I could find some sort of cocktail to mix into her food as well that would make her more relaxed with any of these changes? This would probably take a bit more work to implement, so I pushed it to the back of mind to revisit later.

Dinner was uneventful, I was focused on the slow game I would play to turn my mom into my little slutty fashion doll. As soon as I finished my meal, I ran upstairs to do some last-minute tweaking before bed.

I couldn't make the change to crazy at the start, otherwise she wouldn't accept it, so I tried to make the changes to her clothing options small at first. Something that could reasonably be passed off as a small error or change from the nanoweave. Regardless of the magnitude of change, this was setting us off on a beautiful path, and I couldn't wait.