you finish up the meeting by asking Cortana what she thinks of her physical form she replies in a scientific tone that she enjoys the pull of gravity and the effects of physics on her form. Grace snorts with laughter and in her crude vocabulary that came with her punk goth form states that Cortana just likes how her breast jiggle causing Cortana to look away embarrassed which confirms what Grace said was correct which makes everyone to burst out laughing
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As the meeting winds down, you lean back in your chair and turn your attention to Cortana, her blue form shimmering slightly as she stands beside the table.
"So, Cortana," you ask with a curious smile, "what do you think of your physical form? How does it feel?"
Cortana's expression shifts to one of analytical consideration, her digital eyes focusing momentarily as if accessing data before responding.
"From a purely scientific perspective, Mistress, I find the experience of physical embodiment fascinating," she begins in a measured, academic tone. "The sensation of gravity's pull on my mass distribution is quite remarkable. The physics of movement—particularly the inertial effects on my upper body—provide an entirely new dimension of sensory input that my digital form lacks."
Sister Grace Wilson, seated nearby with her nanite-blue eyes twinkling with mischief, snorts loudly with laughter. Her transformation into the Leadership Collective primary has left her with an unexpected crude streak that emerges at the most amusing moments.
"Oh fuck off with that technical bullshit," Grace interjects with a grin, her enhanced breasts jiggling slightly as she laughs. "You just like how your tits bounce when you walk!"
Cortana's blue skin visibly darkens in what can only be described as a digital blush. Her eyes dart away from everyone at the table as she shifts her weight uncomfortably.
"I... that is not... I was merely attempting to articulate the physical sensations in objective terms," she stammers, her enormous breasts swaying slightly with her flustered movements, inadvertently proving Grace's point.
The dining room erupts in laughter as Victoria clutches her bare sides, her nude form shaking with mirth. Melissa covers her mouth but can't contain her giggles, while Commander Athena allows herself a rare smile. Even Primary Unit Grayfia's usually composed features break into an amused expression.
"It appears Sister Grace's assessment is accurate," Maxine observes through her own laughter, wiping tears from her eyes. "Your physical responses are betraying you, Cortana."
Cortana's embarrassment is palpable as she crosses her arms over her massive blue chest, which only serves to push her breasts up higher.
"I... I suppose there is a certain satisfaction in experiencing the physical properties of this form," she finally admits with a small smile. "Including the gravitational effects on my chest region."
This confession sends another wave of laughter around the table. You rise from your chair, still chuckling, and place a reassuring hand on Cortana's shoulder.
"Don't worry," you tell her with a wink. "Everyone here knows the joy of a bouncing bosom. It's practically a mansion requirement."
"Indeed," Victoria agrees, gesturing to her own exposed breasts. "Though some of us are currently more aware of it than others."
As the laughter subsides, Melissa begins organizing her tablets. "Shall I update the schedule to include preparation time for the Riverside gala, Mistress?"
"Yes," you nod, glancing around at your inner circle. "We have one week to ensure everything is perfect."
Cortana, having recovered from her embarrassment, straightens up with renewed professionalism. "I'll begin coordination with all departments immediately, Mistress. The Riverside operation will proceed flawlessly."
The meeting concludes with a sense of camaraderie strengthened by shared laughter—even your advanced AI is becoming part of the mansion's unique culture.