Making Love: Chapter 12

-- CHAPTER 12: Chet --

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“I have to admit, bro: I couldn’t believe a loner nerd like you landed a hottie girlfriend like Lisa when I first saw her,” Chet drawled laconically as he sauntered out from his hiding spot in the mud room leading to my garage, his palms still pressed together in front of his chest after his final clap. “Then I saw you around town with that little Japanese geisha… Moemi, right?… And I started to think that maybe you’d hired the girls from some kind of international mail-order bride service.”

I was still flat on my back, stupefied and too shell-shocked to otherwise react other than to crane my neck to the side and gawk at my middle-aged neighbor’s unexpected appearance. One HellKat on my right knelt with her back to Chet and hugging herself to cover her nudity from the side. The other HellKat on my left kneeling and likewise covering her nudity with both arms crossed so that she gripped her opposite shoulders in her hands. Moemi was down by my left hip, and Lisa knelt by my right hip.

It was Lisa who raised her head to protest coldly, “We are NOT mail-order brides.”

“I realize that now,” Chet remarked with a silly grin, his wild eyes still ogling the bare skin that the girls’ limbs couldn’t quite cover up, especially Lisa. “In fact, I realize now that you weren’t kidding when you told me you were Wyatt’s new sexbot. You’re ALL sexbots, aren’t you?”

“It was just a joke,” Lisa said dismissively with a sniff.

Chet raised a single index finger, closed one eye, and rather dramatically pointed straight at Moemi as if aiming a gun at her. “Weren’t you completely naked a minute ago?”

The girls all gasped and turned to look at Moemi, and sure enough, the sexy little Japanese girl was covered-up in a pastel pink pajama set. Her cheeks turned a rosy red as she grimaced, shooting me an apologetic look that said she couldn’t help herself.

Chet’s index finger then drifted over to the twins. “And didn’t you two have different hair colors? Pure white for Elsa and red for Anna, right?”

“We were wearing wigs,” one of the HellKats replied defensively.

“And I think you were a little too distracted spying on us to notice when Moemi got dressed,” the other HellKat added.

I finally sat up and barked, “I think you have no business trespassing in my house, bro. And I think we’re all done answering your questions. So why don’t you get the fuck outta my house before I call the cops!”

“Call ‘em,” Chet shot back. “I’ll be long gone by the time they get here.”

“Works for me, if that puts a ticking clock on you getting the fuck outta my house,” I declared while getting up, oblivious to my nudity, and whipping my head around to look for my pants before spotting them hanging over the backrest of one of the couches where Lisa and Moemi must’ve put my clothes after cleaning up my 4Runner.

But Chet cleared his throat while I fished into my pants pocket and pulled out my cell phone. I’d just held it up so the facial recognition could unlock it when he said, “Hey bro, no need to actually call the cops. I’m not here to make trouble. I just want you to build a sexbot for me.”

I froze while still holding up my phone, turning my gaze away just as it displayed my home screen. “Excuse me?”

“I want you to build a sexbot for me,” he repeated. “I know you can. I’ve seen your equipment, like that big 3D-printer you’ve got in the garage, the workbench, and all those tools.”

“I’m a CAD designer. I 3D-print shit all the time.”

“I saw one of the bodies you’d built,” he stated seriously, his eyes impassive. “It was just lying on the workbench in your garage.”

“That’s impossible. That whole area is curtained off. Even with the garage door up, there’s no way you could’ve--”

“You left your garage door open overnight a few months ago,” he interrupted. “I… I took a peek.”

My eyes got big as I gawked at Lisa and Moemi, and I was still staring at them while I asked Chet, “Wait, is that how you got in right now? Is the garage door still rolled-up?”

“No… no. The garage door is shut,” Chet muttered.

“Then how the FUCK did you get into my house NOW?!?”

“I…” Chet blushed before going silent and averting his eyes.

I pointed at Lisa and growled, “We are changing all the locks on the house AND upgrading the security system.”

“That won’t do you any good if some government scientists show up here with cops and a search warrant,” Chet warned.

“Not without probable cause, they won’t. I’m done with this conversation.” I jabbed my finger at him. “You. Out of my house. NOW.”

“Hey… hey…” Chet held up one hand in the universal ‘stop’ sign. “I told you: I’m not here to make trouble. But I AM willing to call the cops and the TV stations and the newspapers if I don’t get my way.”

“And tell them what?”

“Tell them my neighbor down the street is 3D-printing human beings.”

“Yeah, uh-huh, good luck with that. Now GET OUT.”

“I’m serious, bro,” Chet warned. “I’ll tell them you’re a human trafficker. Do any of these chicks have driver’s licenses? Fingerprint records? Birth certificates?”

That stopped me short. Fuck. I knew Lisa could drive and I’d let her drive more than once, but it never occurred to me to worry about what she’d have to do if a cop pulled her over while driving.

“Even without a warrant, you’d be in for some awkward questions if the FBI showed up at your doorstep.” Chet shook his head. “It’s illegal in this country to have people who don’t have any documentation.”

“They’re not illegal aliens,” I insisted.

“I know. They’re sexbots. Sexbots that somehow look totally human. That’s INCREDIBLE, bro. I’ve seen plenty of blow-up sex dolls before – I even bought one back when I was single. I’ve seen some of the high-tech shit they’ve invented since then made of state-of-the-art materials like latex-neoprene-something and thermal-plastic-styrofoam. I talked to some of the A.I. sexbots they had on display at a convention in Vegas, and they could carry out a semi-reasonable conversation. But DUDE… these dolls you’ve built?” He spread his hands out grandly to encompass all four of them. “Un-fucking-believable.”

“It’s not what you think,” I declared.

“I don’t care. I don’t know HOW you do it, and I don’t really care. I’m sure there’s some science mumbo-jumbo that goes way beyond my I.Q. that explains it. Seems to me you figured out some really advanced technology and a revolutionary A.I., but rather than publish it for the whole wide world, you’re keeping that technology for yourself so you can stick your dick into it. That’s cool for you, dude, but I figure the LAST thing you want is for any government investigators to go over this house with a fine-toothed comb.”

The girls and I all glanced at each other.

“Or even just regular folks paying too much attention to you and the four hot women who are always with you,” Chet continued, sensing the opportunity to press his advantage. “I can make a lot of noise if I want to. Not just with the cops, but with everyone in the neighborhood. I can spread rumors and get shit posted on Nextdoor and on Facebook.”

“And make yourself the laughingstock of the entire neighborhood,” I scoffed, shaking my head. “What would your wife think?”

“Look, bro. It’s because of my total shrew of a wife that I’m asking this. My sex life is pathetic. She hasn’t put out for me in months.” Chet put both hands together as if praying and gestured dramatically at me with his fingertips. “I’m begging you, bro. Please. I figured out your secret, but I swear I haven’t told anyone. At least not YET.”

“I say we kill him,” stated one of the HellKats, Helena I assumed. And she’d said it in such a coldly serious tone that Chet actually took a step back into the mud room and raised his hands a little higher.

“I… uhhh… I-I don’t--” Chet started stammering.

But before he could sputter on any further, I rolled my eyes and muttered, “We’re not killing anybody.”

Chet looked visibly relieved, but he still kept his hands raised. “I don’t REALLY want to make trouble for you. I just want you to build a sexbot for me. A sexbot just like one of those.” He pointed with his finger again at the girls.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

“I’ll pay for it,” he offered. “Whatever the cost. And it’ll ensure my complete and total silence.”

I rolled my eyes and did my best to sound convincing as I insisted, “I’m not. Building. Sexbots.”

“Fine, fine, don’t call them sexbots.” He gestured at the girls. “Call ‘em girlfriends, call ‘em playmates, call ‘em whatever you want. You’ve got FOUR CHICKS right here, bro. Four chicks who seemingly didn’t EXIST a year ago. I don’t care HOW you got them. At this point, I don’t care if you 3D-printed them, or if you’re actually a human trafficker buying chicks from Estonia. I just want one of my own.”

“What would you even DO with a chick if you had one?” Lisa blurted. “It’s not like you’d be able to take her home to your wife.”

Chet’s mouth dropped open for a moment, and his eyebrows furrowed. “I-I suppose I could leave it here with you guys?” he stammered uncertainly. “Just sneak over to do my thing, butter her muffin, and then go back home to my wife? She barely pays any attention to my whereabouts as it is. I wouldn’t even mind if you wanted to fuck her as often as you wanted – the sexbot, not my wife.”

I rubbed my forehead and groaned. “I’m not building sexbots,” I repeated. But I couldn’t muster much conviction in that statement.

“Uh-huh,” Chet muttered dismissively with a look that clearly expressed how little he believed my denial. He dropped his hands and started backing back into the mud room. “Just think about it, bro. I mean it: I’ll pay for all its parts and labor and everything. Cash in advance, even. I know you can do it. No need to rush to a decision now, but we’ll talk later. Height, hair color, eye color, boob size, body dimensions.”

“Just get the fuck outta my house,” I growled.

“I’m going, I’m going.” He raised both hands again as he turned around. But just before he went out the door and into the garage, he pointed at me and then back at himself, adding, “But you and I are gonna TALK.”

And then he left.

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“I still say we should kill him,” Helena declared.

The elder-by-minutes twin sat on the leather recliner, staring at the wall as if she could see straight through it on a direct line to Chet’s house and burn him down with her laser-gaze. The guy himself was long gone, having let himself out of the garage through the access door on the side. I figured he’d perhaps picked the lock to get in, assuming we hadn’t left that door unlocked completely.

“We could do some research on the internet for ‘How to get away with murder’,” Helena continued quite seriously. “Make it look like an accident and set up his wife and kids for a nice insurance settlement.”

“We are NOT killing anybody,” I muttered with a sigh, leaning back in my seat on the couch with my legs extended and my ankles crossed atop the coffee table. Moemi snuggled herself beneath my left arm, Lisa sat next to me holding my right hand, and Katarina perched on the armrest next to Helena. All five of us were now fully dressed, and Katarina had changed her platinum-blonde hair back to its usual ponytail to make identifying each twin easier.

“Well if we’re not going to kill him, what are we going to do?” Katarina asked, looking nervous.

I glanced at Lisa, my eyebrows raised. “I don’t suppose there’s anything in your magic powers that’ll allow you to instantly create some official documents like birth certificates and passports.”

“No,” Lisa replied glumly before adding, “At least, not yet. I didn’t realize shapeshifting into other people would be within the scope of our powers either, until it happened.”

“Happened for HellKat,” Moemi pointed out. “You and I still can’t shapeshift.”

“Please don’t remind me,” Lisa muttered rather bitterly.

I squeezed my girlfriend’s hand and gave her a reassuring look. She gave me a weak smile back and then shook her head, sighing.

“I’m working on the official documents part,” Katarina said quietly, her eyes flickering rapidly in a way that told me she was processing a vast amount of internet data. “We’ll have to pay in cryptocurrency, but I think there’s a way for us to pull it off.”

“And if we DO decide to just kill him,” Helena added, her eyes flickering as well, “I’ve got a few workable plans to choose from.”

“Helena, please. We are NOT killing anybody,” I repeated.

“Perhaps we should just build him a sexbot?” Moemi queried uncertainly.

“Out of the question,” Lisa stated vehemently before looking at me. “Wyatt, you can’t.”

I arched an eyebrow at her. “I wasn’t really planning to, but I’m curious to know why you’re so adamant that I don’t.”

“Think of the girl,” she pleaded. “Think of what it would be like to belong to a man like Chet.”

“I’d kill him in his sleep,” Helena muttered absently.

“Mental note: do NOT piss off Helena or she’s liable to murder me in my sleep,” I drawled while tapping the side of my head and winking at the blonde. Helena grinned and then blew me an air-kiss.

“I’m serious,” Lisa insisted. “Chet doesn’t care about any of us. Chet has zero consideration for our thoughts and feelings. Did you notice how he barely ever spoke to us directly? He kept referring to us as ‘it’. He doesn’t consider us human.”

“We’re NOT human,” Katarina pointed out.

“Chet doesn’t consider us people,” Lisa amended. “As far as he was concernedturn off, he and Wyatt were the only people in the room. The four of us were just machines… disposable toys to be played with and then discarded. All he cares about is getting laid.”

I winced. “In fairness… all -I- cared about at first was getting laid.”

“I know you did, at least at first,” Lisa granted. “But then you changed once you got to know me.”

“I changed once I realized you were a person with thoughts and feelings, with your own wants and fears.”

“Exactly,” Lisa agreed. “You showed me your true character when you first activated Moemi. She still had an artificial body – she was still nothing more than a collection of parts – and yet you were so gentle with her and didn’t want to have sex with her at all when she seemed so lost and confused. You prioritized her feelings over any selfish desire to fuck the little virgin.”

Moemi giggled and beamed up at me while she snuggled up against my side.

Lisa shook her head grimly. “Chet has already interacted with us. He’s seen us talk and show our independence. But he still just sees us as nothing more than hot bodies to fuck, and his only thought is to try and blackmail you into building another one of us for him to use and abuse. She would be nothing more than a sex slave unable to refuse his sadistic fantasies. You heard him say he wouldn’t even mind YOU fucking HIS sexbot. She would be nothing more than a toy to him. What’s to say he wouldn’t invite over Joe, Dan, and Mac to come gangbang his new sex doll as casually as if he were inviting over his friends to watch the Superbowl on his big screen TV?”

Helena, Katarina, and Moemi all shivered at that thought, with Moemi scrunching herself in a little tighter against me.

“Promise you will never share me, Wyatt-sama,” Moemi pleaded quietly. “I only want to belong to you.”

“I promise, Moe-chan,” I assured her, kissing the petite brunette on her crown. “I promise.”

“Same goes for us, by the way,” Helena added, raising her hand. “We are hard-coded to your DNA and would never want another man’s semen entering our bodies, just so that’s clear. I wouldn’t mind a DP or a TP with the girls, on the other hand.”

Lisa blinked. “What, like with strap-ons?”

Katarina giggled. “You and Moemi could wear strap-ons, sure. But actually, Helena and I can shapeshift to have penises in addition to our vaginas.”

“Um, what?” My eyes got BIG.

Helena laughed. “We tried it on a whim last week, but we’ve never actually fucked each other with them or anything. For now we both decided that the only dick entering our bodies should be Wyatt’s, but the thought had crossed our minds that we could perhaps ask him if he would want to see us fucking each other with our own…” Helena’s voice trailed off as she mimed stroking her own appendage rather than say the word aloud.

When all four girls looked at me expectantly, I found myself unsure of how to react, feeling both curious to see Futa versions of the HellKat twins and fearful that I’d never be able to UNSEE such a sight ever again.

“Let’s… uhh… table that discussion until after we’ve figured out what to do about Chet,” I finally managed to say.

“Just build him a sexbot,” Katarina suggested, waving dismissively.

“What?” Lisa squawked. “Were you not listening to everything I just said?”

“But just build him a sexbot,” Katarina insinuated, raising her eyebrows with the last word. “A regular sexbot like the ones he interacted with at that Vegas convention. Don’t include the Wi-Fi link. Chet doesn’t know we can access the internet or learn from it, so he’ll never know something’s missing. Make it so that the sex doll would have hair and skin and could carry out a basic conversation, but not so that it’d be alive and have thoughts and feelings of its own. It would just be a walking, talking cum-receptacle. Take out the programming that makes us special and independent.”

I shrugged helplessly. “I don’t KNOW the programming that makes you special and independent.”

“I don’t think there IS any programming involved,” Lisa interjected. “I really think your sperm is the magic ingredient. Without it, we wouldn’t have turned ‘real’. Without it, we wouldn’t have developed minds with a full range of emotions, thoughts, and feelings.”

“Then what’s the harm in building Chet a sexbot?” Katarina asked. “It’s not like HE can make Wyatt’s magic sperm.”

“What happens when Chet first cums inside his new sexbot?” Lisa asked with obvious worry. “Will she transform into a real girl based on his DNA?”

“She won’t,” Helena pronounced. “Because Chet’s had a vasectomy. No sperm. He’s shooting blanks.”

“How do you know that?” Lisa queried.

Helena shrugged. “I hacked his medical files back when I was looking into his life insurance policy.”

Lisa blinked. “Oh.”

“So none of this matters. Wyatt would not be able to present Chet with a ‘real’ sexbot anyways,” Moemi concluded aloud. “Chet does not want a regular plastic-and-metal sexbot; he wants a living sex doll that could pass for a human. No sperm, no transformation.”

“Unless Wyatt cums in her first to transform her,” Helena suggested. “And… then… ah… keeps cumming in her every day – just like us – to keep us real.”

“No way,” Lisa insisted. “Then we’re right back to subjecting a real girl – one just like us – to the capricious whims of an asshole like Chet.”

Katarina winced and asked hesitantly, “Maybe with time he’ll come to care about her the way Wyatt’s come to care about us?”

“Maybe…” Helena conceded with pursed lips and a sour expression. “But unlikely. Besides, any new sexbot created by Wyatt would end up just like us: hard-coded to Wyatt’s DNA with no desire to ever take another man’s semen into her body. I mean, can any of you imagine Wyatt letting Chet have sex with you?”

All four girls visibly shuddered, and Moemi nearly started crying.

“So that’s settled,” I finally pronounced. “There’s no way I’m building Chet a sexbot. The next time I see him, I’ll tell him ‘no’. We’ll just have to figure out how he’ll react afterwards and take preventative measures to ensure he doesn’t cause us trouble because of it.”

“Actually, I think you should build him a sexbot,” Lisa suggested brightly.

The rest of us all gawked at Lisa, and Moemi squeaked in surprise, “Nan desu ka?”

“I propose you build him a sexbot – or at least a shell of one. No need to put in fancy sensors or Wi-Fi or anything like that. Just a doll with a rudimentary A.I.,” Lisa explained. “Let him fuck it, and when the doll doesn’t become real, you can tell him there’s nothing you can do about it.”

I blinked. “I don’t think he’s gonna believe that.”

Lisa sighed and tapped her own chest. “I’ll volunteer to revert back to an artificial body. You can cum in me, I’ll transform back to human-looking, and he’ll see with his own eyes that it really is magic.”

“I think that’s a terrible idea,” I argued. “Right now, Chet thinks I’m merely hiding some brand-new technology that I don’t want to share with the outside world, and he’s already willing to tell the cops, the media, and everyone in our neighborhood. Now you’re suggesting I show him that you girls are literally magic!?!”

Lisa sighed. “Well, do you have any better ideas?”

Helena laughed. “We can still kill him!”

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter 1: Weird Science: https://www.patreon.com/posts/87874112

Chapter 2: Lisa: https://www.patreon.com/posts/88065266

Chapter 3: Not A Dream: https://www.patreon.com/posts/88270447

Chapter 4: Moemi: https://www.patreon.com/posts/88468921

Chapter 5: Welcome to the Family: https://www.patreon.com/posts/88733948

Chapter 6: Just Go With It: https://www.patreon.com/posts/88949561

Chapter 7: Real: https://www.patreon.com/posts/89143016

Chapter 8: The Magic Ingredient: https://www.patreon.com/posts/89350472

Chapter 9: The Twins: https://www.patreon.com/posts/89545248

Chapter 10: A Perfect Day: https://www.patreon.com/posts/89813324

Chapter 11: A Perfect Day II: https://www.patreon.com/posts/89958573