Making Love: Chapter 6

-- CHAPTER 6: Just Go With It --

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“Moemi! You’re real!” Lisa exclaimed happily, moments after my outburst had stirred her from her slumber. The sleepy-eyed redhead’s golden-amber eyes glowed brighter as her eyelids flew open and she pushed herself upright to gawk at me and the kawaii-cute Japanese girl still skewered on my morning wood.

Moemi was as flesh and blood today as Lisa had ever been for the past five months. She had pale-white skin and delicate musculature. She had follicles on her scalp where individual strands of jet-black hair emerged, with neon-blue dye covering the last few inches of each hair tip. Her skin had moles, wrinkles, and protruding vein bumps. She had palm lines and fingerprints. She had veins. She had a heartbeat. She straight up appeared to be human in every way a human can be.

And I had no freaking clue how or why.

Not that I wanted to stop what I was doing to try and figure it out. My turgid tool was balls-deep inside the petite Asian girl’s ultratight twat. Her perfect 3D-printed sexbot pussy had been somehow made even better with her transformation into a flesh-and-blood real girl, and the heavenly sensations surging up my shaft felt too good for me to stop the slow and steady pumping of my prick.

“Ungh… ungh… ungh…” I groaned.

“Ai… Ai… Ai…” she squeaked, trembling in my grasp with her elbows tucked into her sides and her forearms trapped against her chest by my bear-hug from behind. And with every successive thrust, she whimpered, “Wy… att… sa… ma… Wy… att… sa… ma…”

Fuck she felt so fucking good.

“How does it feel, Moemi?” Lisa asked with a silly little grin. “Feeling Master’s cock inside your real pussy?”

“So… much… preasure…” the Japanese girl moaned, lisping the letter L in ‘pleasure’. “So good… So deep… I ruv it…”

“Ungh… ungh… ungh…” I groaned.

“Fuck me, Wyatt-sama…” Moemi moaned. “Fuck my real body… Claim me, Master… Claim me for your own…”

“Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!” I grunted, speeding up my thrusts. But I couldn’t get much leverage on my side, stacked like spoons as we were. So after another few thrusts, I abruptly stopped bear-hugging Moemi and pulled out, quickly jerking the diminutive sex doll’s leg over to the side to splay thighs wide apart, exposing her glistening hairless twat. And then I rapidly rolled on top of her and roughly rammed my steel-hard shaft straight back into her slippery snatch without hesitating for even a second.

“AAAAIIII!!!” Moemi squealed as she felt herself getting suddenly impaled. She raised her legs up and around my lower back, clutched my shoulders, and screamed again at the ceiling, “AIII! AIII! AIII!”

“UNGH-UNGH-UNGH-UNGH!”

“この文全体はまったく意味不明です!!!” Moemi screamed in Japanese, which I didn’t understand and made no sense to me. But it was clear her tone was one of ultimate pleasure.

“UNGH-UNGH-UNGH-UNGH!”

“彼女が何を言っているのか分かりません!!!”

“UNGH-UNGH-UNGH-UNGH!”

“私はおかしくなりそうだ! 私はおかしくなりそうだ!”

私はおかしくなりそうだ!!! AAAIIIIII!!!”

Moemi came.

I came.

Together, my newest “real girl” thrashed and moaned and screamed while I ejected wave after wave of scalding sperm deep into the depths of her brand-new perfect pussy. I thrust and I thrust and I thrust until I had nothing left to spend. And then I collapsed on top of her, feeling the plush softness of her big breasts crushed beneath my chest while she cuddled me close and stroked my back, murmuring sweet endearments in Japanese that I didn’t understand but nevertheless felt her warmth.

“Wasn’t that amazing, Sister-san?” Lisa asked excitedly, reaching over to pat Moemi’s head. “Sex feels even better when you’re real.”

“Amazing,” Moemi agreed merrily. “Daddy-sama’s dick inside my real pussy is amazing.”

Lisa giggled. “Welcome to the Family.”

****

[BRAAAAAAP]

My eyes popped open and I thumped my chest with the top of my right fist. And after catching my breath, I blushed and said, “Oh, pardon me.”

“No need for pardoning,” Lisa said with a smile where she leaned against the kitchen island. “In many cultures, eructation – the technical term for burping – is considered quite a compliment to the chef.”

“Yes, please feel complimented,” I told the stunningly gorgeous redhead wearing nothing but a backless apron that only intermittently managed to cover up her puffy nipples. I rubbed my stuffed belly quite contentedly and turned to the cute Japanese girl seated next to me wearing nothing but a blue babydoll nightie sheer enough to let me ogle her entire naked body, adding, “And you did a great job too.”

“Dōmo arigatō gozaimasu,” Moemi replied coquettishly. “Thank you for letting me spoon-feed you. Ah, ‘fork-feed’ you?” For a moment, she looked a little confused by the idiom. Whatever. I certainly hadn’t lifted a utensil myself for the entire breakfast.

“So what now?” I asked, still patting my belly. “It’s Saturday, I don’t have to work, so we’re free to do whatever we want. Is there anything you two ladies are interested in doing?”

“You mean besides the obvious?” Lisa asked with a leering expression and waggling eyebrows.

“Yes, besides the obvious,” I replied with a chuckle.

“We should take Moemi out to see the world,” Lisa suggested with a smile after magically changing her clothes from nothing-but-a-backless-apron to a youthful ensemble in a blink of an eye. Her dark-auburn hair had been artfully mussed with double-buns atop her head. She now sported ‘going out’ makeup, diamond line earrings, and a pretty necklace. She wore a white ribbed crop-top that molded skintight around her massive melons and exposed her six-pack abs, stonewash denim jeans with ragged cutouts, and white Adidas Superstar shoes.

Moemi took one look at Lisa, and in the blink of an eyes also magically transformed her outfit into the same design from crop-top to jeans to white Superstars. But her jet-black hair had been pulled back into a single high-ponytail that let her electric-blue tips array outwards like a flower behind her head, her makeup was demure, her earrings were white plumerias, and she wore a dark-blue satin choker with a dangling blue sapphire pendant.

“Where are we going?” Moemi asked excitedly.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” I asked with an arched eyebrow. “Moemi hasn’t been alive for twenty-four hours yet, and I’m not sure she’s ready for the outside world.”

“She’s ready,” Lisa confirmed with a nod. “I transferred my basic safety protocols to her, she knows not to reveal that she’s a sexbot, and she’s read the stories about science experiments getting kidnapped by government bad guys in dark suits. But we already talked about me not just zapping too much info into her head so that she can develop her own personality. And the best way to help her grow is to expose her to the real world and let her learn.”

While I pursed my lips and thought about that, Lisa shrugged and added, “Or if you want, we can just stay in today and have more sex! Now that you’ve got TWO horny sexbots whose primary purpose is to give you physical pleasure, we can just get naked again and try to break the record for how many times you can ejaculate in a single day.”

I blinked and then suddenly Lisa was buck-naked again, her clothes having completely disappeared, although her makeup, jewelry, and the messy double-bun hairstyle remained.

Moemi took one look at Lisa, and the next time I blinked, she was likewise naked.

“Um, tempting as that sounds, I think I should pace myself,” I muttered. “Going out is fine. Is there anywhere in particular you want to go?”

The girls looked at each other, with Moemi clearly waiting for Lisa to take the lead. Lisa’s eyes flickered momentarily, and when she refocused her golden-amber irises on me, she smiled happily, announcing, “I’ve always wanted to go to the beach!”

“The beach!” Moemi brightened and gave me a shy smile that plainly said, ‘That sounds fantastic and I’d really like to go but only if you’re okay with it and if you say ‘no’ I’ll be secretly disappointed while trying to put on a brave face.’

I chuckled and nodded. “Alright then. Beach it is.”

****

“What is this?”

I glanced up at the 24”x36” framed picture on the shop wall depicting the Santa Monica Pier that Moemi was pointing to. “That’s a poster.”

Moemi frowned, studying the card. “I understand what is ‘poster’,” she stated in her thick Japanese accent, “but I do not understand why.”

I shrugged. “People buy those to hang up at home and remind them of their vacations.”

“People cannot remember their vacations?”

“Well, people remember their vacations, but…” I paused to glance around the shop and make sure no one else but Lisa was within earshot. Only then did I finish, “Humans don’t have perfect memory the way you do. They can’t recall every second of every day. A poster like this - a professional photograph of an iconic view taken at sunset - can both look pretty as a wall-decoration at home as well as serve as a reminder of their vacation as a whole.”

“I see…” she said, her eyebrows furrowed. Next Moemi pointed at a row of fake license plates on the wall, none of which would be street legal and some of which contained… colorful… language. “And what about those?”

I chuckled and tried to explain.

The three of us had arrived at Venice Beach about an hour ago and Moemi had been asking me questions non-stop for nearly the entire time. It was her first time out and about in the real world, and she approached everything with a wide-eyed wonder as she experienced the world through fresh eyes. She also held my hand for safety and squeaked in surprise at every new sight and sound (which was pretty much anything and everything).

It occurred to me that I probably should’ve taken Moemi to the grocery store or something for her First Day Out. No amount of internet research could really prepare someone for the hustle and bustle of Venice Beach: from the tourists and the Boardwalk shops, to the homeless encampments, to the bodybuilders of the Muscle Beach outdoor gym and the basketball courts from White Men Can’t Jump. I mean, location descriptions on Google Maps and Yelp could never really capture the atmosphere of being there, you know? Add in the fact that she had no sense of context for anywhere else, and it was no wonder she was a little skittish.

Well, skittish AND excited. While Moemi started off the day by hiding in my shadow every time we approached something new, her sense of curiosity soon outstripped her sense of fear. She stopped jumping every time a store owner hollered at us to come into his or her shop. She stopped squeaking at every unexpected noise. And she started pointing at… well… everything… asking me what it was and what it was for.

Moemi grabbed a snow globe of the Hollywood sign and started shaking it. Against her chest, she draped an oversized t-shirt of a cartoon body wearing a Little Mermaid clamshell bikini and green tail. She wanted to explore everything… to try everything. I half-expected her to pick up a fork and start combing her hair.

The three of us walked out of the shop and nearly got bowled over by a group of kids blitzing down the boardwalk on inline skates. The combined beaches of Venice and Santa Monica were famous for having a paved pathway allowing bicycles, scooters, and skaters to cruise along the sandy beach for miles and miles.

I already knew what Moemi was going to say before she did.

“Can we try that?!” she exclaimed giddily while pointing after the skaters.

I chuckled and squeezed her hand before glancing around. “Uh, sure. There should be a skate rental shop around here somewhere.”

Lisa grabbed my other hand and winked at me. “I’ve got a better idea.”

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“これはおかしい、私は死ぬだろう!” Moemi babbled while waving her arms around and around, up and down, and side to side as she struggled for balance while we rolled down the expansive concrete pathway of the Venice Beach Boardwalk. Because she was also holding my hand, her fluctuating gyrations kept pulling me this way and that to the point where I nearly lost MY balance, and it was everything I could do to try and keep either of us from falling.

Meanwhile, Lisa smoothly skated backwards on her hot-pink inline skates, perfectly at ease and looking incredibly beautiful in her crop-top and denim short-shorts ensemble (no longer jeans) with matching pink elbow pads, knee pads, wrist guards, and helmet.

Wailing and squealing in a panic, Moemi wound up dragging us off the main sidewalk. I gripped her hand steady and used my superior weight to direct us over to a grassy patch surrounding a tall palm tree. And as soon as the rotation of my inline skate’s wheels came to a halt in the grass, I found myself able to balance enough to tug Moemi against my chest right before we crashed into the trunk of the tree.

Moemi was gasping for breath, and I was panting pretty hard too as I held the petite girl in my arms. She stared up at me with absolutely terrified big blue eyes, on the verge of tears. But I stroked her cheek tenderly with my thumb and intoned reassuringly, “I got you, Moe-chan. I got you.”

She babbled a bit more in Japanese before taking a deep breath and exclaiming more clearly, “Arigatō, Wyatt-sama! Gomen’nasai!”

“It’s alright. No need to say you’re sorry. It’s your first time on skates, that’s all,” I told her kindly. But then I arched an eyebrow and glanced over at Lisa. “Thing is: it’s your first time on skates too. Why is it so easy for you and not for her?”

Lisa shrugged. “I downloaded ‘How to skate’ before we got started.”

I blinked at her. “Annnd Moemi didn’t?”

“Oh, she did.” Lisa nodded with a smirk. “But as you said: Moemi hasn’t been alive for twenty-four hours yet. She’s still getting used to walking in her new body, let alone skating.”

I waggled my head. “I suppose that makes sense.”

Lisa leaned in, put one hand to the side of her face, and whispered conspiratorially, “Either that, or she just really enjoys you holding her hand and being her big, strong man holding her up.”

I glanced down at the now beet-red blushing Japanese girl still hugging me right next to the tree, giving me a simultaneously guilty but not-really-sorry look. I hugged her, patted her bum, and helped her stand up straight. “I rather enjoyed holding your hand and being a big, strong man holding you up.”

Moemi blushed and smiled cutely.

I took advantage of the moment to really look her up and down. Just like Lisa, Moemi wore a helmet and safety gear over her crop-top and denim short-shorts ensemble, all of the equipment having magically appeared on her body. But whereas Lisa’s gear was hot-pink with black trim, Moemi’s gear was pure Hello Kitty with pastel rainbows and translucent rainbow wheels. She now stood with perfect balance on her skates in the grass, leaning slightly forward in a way that thrust her pert booty out and gave a slight arch to her back. Her arms extended straight down in front of her thighs where she interlaced her fingers together, but with her big boobs squished between her biceps. She pouted cutely, looking adorably innocent… and sexy… at the same time.

A bicyclist passing by promptly crashed off the sidewalk and tipped over into the sand, the bell on his handlebars ringing in discordant cacophony with his spinning wheels and pedals haphazardly banging into his limbs.

Both girls exclaimed in surprise, with Moemi covering her lower face with both hands and Lisa turning to look. But before any of us could step forward to offer our assistance, the guy was already scrambling up off the sand looking even more beet-red in the face than Moemi had been. And despite the scratches on his arms and lower legs, he promptly put his sand-covered bike back onto the sidewalk and pedaled away as fast as possible without a backwards glance.

“Umm… I guess he’s okay,” I muttered with a shrug.

“That looks like fun,” Lisa remarked, staring off after him. “We haven’t tried biking yet.”

I arched an eyebrow and raised a finger. “Now Lisa, you should be careful abou-- AAK!”

Too late. I yelped as my entire body abruptly dropped two inches to the grass, the inline skates around my feet having suddenly disappeared. Leaning against the palm tree next to me was a Schwinn GTX Comfort hybrid bike - not coincidentally one I had been thinking about buying and was presently in my Amazon browser history. And I looked up to see that Lisa’s and Moemi’s inline skating gear had likewise disappeared - save for their helmets - to be replaced by a ladies Schwinn bike next to Lisa and a cute girl’s Hello Kitty bike for Moemi.

I sighed and gave Lisa a warning look. “Didn’t we talk about this after you magically made our skates appear? People are gonna notice!”

Lisa shrugged. “Human beings invent rational explanations to solve apparent inconsistencies in their lives. They might think to themselves, ‘Didn’t I see those people skating a minute ago?’ But then they’ll just tell themselves, ‘My mistake. They must’ve been biking all along.’”

“Did you learn nothing from those stories about government guys in dark suits kidnapping science experiments?” I complained.

Lisa shrugged. “They’re just stories. There are a vast number of peer-reviewed psychology papers that prove… You know what? Just go with it.” She waved me off and promptly mounted up onto her bicycle.

Not for the first time today, I found myself taking a deep breath as I tried to let myself ‘just go with it’.

I remembered taking a deep breath and letting myself ‘just go with it’ while hunting for a parking spot near the beach, not an easy thing in Venice on a summer Saturday, only to have Lisa point out the front passenger window and say, “There’s a spot over there!”

I would’ve sworn the blindingly obvious empty parking spot only a few feet away had been a red zone curb a second earlier. But then I’d told myself I must’ve simply overlooked it at first glance.

Hmm, maybe there really was something to this ‘human beings invent rational explanations’ psychology thing.

I remembered taking a deep breath and letting myself ‘just go with it’ when I’d suggested we go find a skate rental shop and Lisa had instead magicked up the skates, helmets, and safety pads for herself…

… and also for ME.

“Wait, I knew you could alter your own clothing, but since when could you change MINE?!?” I’d squawked a little more loudly than perhaps would be prudent in a public place, getting no answer other than Lisa’s enigmatic grin.

Even now, I wanted to ask Lisa since when she could magic up a bunch of bicycles – I’d assumed thus far that her powers were limited to her own appearance (or perhaps mine).

Just go with it. Just go with it. Just go with it.

I went with it.

I climbed onto my brand-new Schwinn bicycle and glanced back at the two bodaciously busty babes mounting their own bicycles beside me. Lisa led the way, gleefully gawking at all the new sights around her. I sent Moemi after her, letting myself ride in the rear so that I could be there just in case one of the girls fell while also enjoying the view (and I’m not talking about the beach).

A few minutes later, Lisa pulled her bike off the boardwalk next to the Santa Monica Traveling Rings, a set of ten suspended metal gymnastics-style rings for adventurous types to swing from like Tarzan from one end to the other.

A well-muscled, bare-chested young man wearing swim trunks and a backwards baseball cap was currently making his way along the rings. When he reached the tenth ring nearest to us, he did a bicep curl with both arms to accelerate his body up, releasing the ring at the apex of his swing so that he flew gracefully through the air for a few seconds, landing in something of a superhero pose to the applause of several passersby, including a few bikini-clad babes.

With a pearly-white smile, the guy sauntered up to those bikini-clad babes and started chatting them up with a Hollywood actor’s charisma and charm.

“You should try it next, Wyatt,” Lisa encouraged, dismounting her bike and unsnapping her helmet.

“W-what, me?” I stammered uncertainly. “Um, I don’t have that guy’s upper-body strength and it’s not likely I’d be able to complete two swings, let along the whole course.”

“I’m sure you’d do fine,” Lisa insisted. “What do you think, Moemi? Do you want to see Wyatt swinging across the rings?”

“I would ruv to see Wyatt-sama swinging on the rings!” Moemi cheered excitedly, clapping and giggling like a schoolgirl while dismounting her bicycle and walking over to me.

I winced. “I don’t think--”

“Just go with it,” Lisa interrupted.

“Lisa…”

“C’mon bro!” a deep voice cut in, and I turned just in time to see the well-muscled, bare-chested surfer dude spreading his arms out in such a way that called attention to his six-pack abs and prominent pectorals. “The ladies wanna see you show us your moves. You’re not gonna chicken out on them, are you?”

“Eep!” Moemi squeaked as she suddenly ducked into my shadow, holding my upper arms and peering around my arm at the unexpected visitor.

I took a deep breath and gave Lisa a tight look, along with a glare that clearly questioned, What are you getting me into?

The ravishing redhead smiled and gestured me forward with the backs of her fingers, her golden-amber eyes dancing in a way that clearly said, Just go it with. You’ll be fine.

I arched both eyebrows, my expression clearly asking, Are you sure?

She nodded confidently, her smile clearly assuring, You’ll be fine.

With a sigh, I took one last deep breath and muttered, “Alright then.” I unsnapped my helmet, stepped off my bike, and started stretching out my arms.

The bikini-clad girls started clapping and cheering. Bare-chested surfer dude cheered as well. Lisa started hollering and yelled, “You can do it, Wyatt!” Others standing around likewise started yelling, and even Moemi started calling encouragement as well.

I swallowed the bile threatening to crawl up my throat. I could still recall performing a grand total of five pull-ups in high school for a P.E. physical fitness test - not bad by any means, but not enough for anyone to mistake me for a high-performance athlete. And I glanced back at Lisa, my expression clearly muttering, You’d better be right about this.

Lisa was right about it. I have no idea HOW she made it possible, but she made it possible. The very instant I grasped that first metal ring and started walking backwards, I felt a surge of strength start flowing through my limbs. And when I picked up my feet to start my pendulum swing, I felt like I could fly.

I didn’t actually fly or anything. I figured the bounds of human beings inventing rational explanations to solve apparent inconsistencies in their lives wouldn’t quite extend to me defying the basic laws of physics. Still, I found myself flying through the air with grace of an Olympic gymnast from one ring to the next, and to the next, and to the next.

When I reached the tenth ring at the far end of the structure, rather than dismount I simply held on until my return swing brought me in line with the ninth ring. It was still swaying back and forth, a little out of alignment, but I managed to snag it with my free hand and give a mighty pull to send me flying off towards the eighth ring.

Then I swung to the seventh ring… the sixth ring… the fifth ring… the fourth. As I approached the starting position, the roar of the people watching had started to pick up. I’m not going to claim there was an epic crowd of a hundred people bearing witness to my miraculous feat of human endurance or anything like that. There were really fewer than two dozen random strangers watching me swing, and it’s not like I’d climbed Mount Everest.

Still, I could hear Lisa loudly screaming my name, the other girls shrieking at high pitches, and polite applause from the others as I finally got back to the first ring. I did a bicep curl with both arms to accelerate myself up into the air, releasing the ring at the apex of my swing so that for a few seconds, I really was flying.

And then I crashed.

No seriously, I crashed. Maybe I let my ego get to my head for a second, but when I kipped my legs out in front of me, I started rotating backwards into a nearly horizontal position with my face to the sky. Lacking the body control to know how to reorient myself, I tried to do a sit-up to pull my chest back into a vertical position. But that’s not how physics work in mid-air, and I succeeded only in raising my knees to my chest.

I landed right on my ass, sending sand flying out in front of me and to the sides as if an explosive mortar had hit the beach.

“OOOUUUCCCHHH, BRO!” the surfer dude exclaimed while everyone else gasped.

“Wyatt!” Moemi cried, immediately scampering across the sand to me. “Are you al’light?”

I spat out the bits of sand stuck to my lips and stuck to my tongue. I must’ve opened my mouth to yelp in surprise during my crash landing. And when I tried to scrape sand off my tongue with my sand-covered hands… well… let’s just say that I managed to make the situation even worse.

Lisa was suddenly next to me, tears in her eyes from laughing so hard. Hell, she was still laughing.

“‘Just go with it’ you said. ‘I’ll be fine’ you said,” I grumbled in mild annoyance, still spitting sand to the side.

Lisa giggled. “I made sure you’d be able to cross the rings. But that landing? That was a hundred percent you.”

I rolled my eyes and sighed. “I need a drink.”

****

“Would you rike a Colona?” Moemi held up a familiar amber bottle with the blue-and-white label.

“Why yes, Moemi. Thank you,” I replied pleasantly.

The busty Japanese babe wearing an aquamarine halter-top bikini popped the top of the ice-cold Corona beer bottle and then handed it to me, smiling and watching with extreme interest as I took a sip and then sighed with deep contentment.

“Would you like a blowjob?” Lisa asked cutely. The luscious redhead wearing an eye-catching neon yellow bikini hugged her arms beneath her big breasts on the chair next to me, a move that lifted and squished her massive melons together to create marvelously mouthwatering cleavage.

I chuckled and shook my head in the negative. “Yes I would, but not here,” I told her gently, using my bottle to gesture around the crowded beach.

“If you’re worried about people seeing us, I don’t mind,” Lisa remarked coquettishly. “Anytime… anywhere…”

“I appreciate that. But seriously, not here.” I smirked. “Human beings may invent rational explanations for seeing the three of us wearing inline skates, but they wouldn’t need to invent any rational explanations for seeing you giving me a blowjob.”

“Let them see…” Lisa husked in a throaty voice, leaning closer. “I’m a sexbot, Master. I haven’t fucked you all day today, I crave your cum, and I’ll go crazy if I don’t get it inside me sooner than later.”

“Soon,” I promised. “Soon. But while your primary purpose is providing me with sexual pleasure, it’s not your only purpose, right? I’m happy right now, chilling out on the beach watching the sun go down. Let me enjoy the sunset, alright?”

“Of course, Wyatt. Of course.” She adjusted her Gucci sunglasses and sat back in her beach chair, nodding her agreement. But despite her affirmative nod, I could still read the disappointment on her face.

I leaned over, lowered my own sunglasses down the tip of my nose, and waggled my eyebrows. “On the other hand, I’ll certainly take a kiss.”

“Gladly, Wyatt. Anytime… anywhere…” Lisa leaned over to caress my cheek and give me a fierce kiss. She held the back of my head and mewled like she wanted to pounce on me then and there. But she kept her kiss PG-13 and eventually pulled back with a sigh.

And then Lisa rotated my head the other way so that I was facing Moemi, the bashfully blushing Japanese girl not quite making eye-contact with me and yet her expression clearly inviting a kiss as well.

I chuckled, gently lifted Moemi’s chin to turn her face to mine, and met the beautiful girl’s lips. She sighed dreamily into my mouth and reached up to place her palm on my shoulder, holding on to keep me kissing her just a little longer. Our kiss was G-rated, but my thoughts were decidedly NC-17 when I pulled back and glanced down at her lush cleavage. From the way her eyes danced as she stared up at me, it seemed to me she was thinking the same thing. Despite her demure nature, Moemi was just as much a sexbot as Lisa was, and I knew she’d go crazy if I didn’t fuck her sooner than later.

But for now, at least, Moemi seemed content to watch the sunset with me. She curled up in her chair, wrapped both of her arms around one of mine, and pillowed her head on my shoulder while sighing in contentment.

“Thank you for today, Wyatt-sama,” Moemi said softly. “I had a great time.”

“I had a great time too,” I replied, patting her forearm and thinking back over the day: from waking up to find Moemi had become ‘a real girl’ and blasting my cumload deep into her ‘real’ pussy, to letting her spoon-feed (fork-feed?) me breakfast, to shopping along the Venice boardwalk, to skating, to biking, to that little incident on the traveling rings, to getting lunch on the Santa Monica Pier.

We rode the merry-go-round and screamed with our hands in the air racing around the Pacific Park roller coaster (not my best idea given that I’d just eaten lunch). I managed to not hurl while we soared into the air on the giant Ferris Wheel. Then we played a bunch of midway games where I spent WAY too much money trying to win a stuffed Eevee wearing a Pikachu bonnet for Moemi (and succeeding).

Lisa turned out to have natural athleticism throwing darts to pop balloons, putting me to shame and earning herself a stuffed Pikachu wearing an Eevee bonnet. But even her android precision struggled to get plastic rings to land on an array of open bottle tops.

Of course, Moemi managed to get a ring to land on her first try.

After lunch the girls transformed their attire into bikinis and Lisa put me into a pair of board shorts while we headed across the sand. I’d planned ahead and brought a beach blanket and an umbrella but left them in my car back at Venice Beach. Lisa told me it was no problem and then magicked up three backpack beach chairs, two umbrellas, a large lined-nylon beach blanket, and an ice chest full of beer.

Rather than speculate, I told myself to just go with it.

I rubbed magically conjured sunblock onto the skin of my bikini-clad babes, and they did the same for me. The girls and I splashed around the water for a while and tried out body-surfing. Lisa’s big tits spilled out from her bikini more than once, a fact not unnoticed by the teenage boys nearby with their jaws on the sand. I wondered if she was doing it on purpose, but she just kept fixing her top and then diving back into the waves head-first.

Moemi was far more bashful and kept trying to keep her face and hair from getting wet.

We dried off with some magically conjured towels and then tossed a magically conjured frisbee around. I drank a few magically conjured beers while the three of us chilled out on our beach chairs having a pleasant conversation. Moemi still wanted to know anything about everything, and Lisa was happy to fill her in while I reclined my chair back and took a nap.

But then the girls woke me up in time to see the sunset, Moemi offered me a ‘Colona’, and now you’re caught up. Moemi kept her head pillowed on my shoulder. I finished my beer, burped, and belatedly realized I hadn’t needed to urinate all day.

I thought about that, thought about all the things she’d been able to do: from the clothing changes, to the skating and biking equipment, to the beach chairs and even the bottomless ice chest of beer.

There was no doubt about it: Lisa’s powers were growing. But I had no idea what that meant or what I should do about it, or even IF I should do anything about it.

Just go with it.

Just go with it.

Just go with it.

Moemi offered me another beer, and I smiled and sat back to enjoy the sunset.

****

The morning air was cold against my right cheek, the pillow reassuringly warm against my left. I snuggled deeper into the covers and their cocooning heat while pressing my chest against her naked back, with nothing separating my skin from hers. As my senses came alive, the fingers of my right hand reflexively squeezed the large breast I was currently palming. My left arm snaked beneath her pillow, with the hand dangling off the edge of the bed. Reflexively, I ground my morning wood into the cleft of her bare-naked ass. And breathing deeply, I let my head roll forward to push my nose into her hair, smelling her sweet fragrance.

I remained like that for a minute while my brain slowly booted up, simply enjoying the feel of my lover’s body spooned up against mine, especially the way her pliant asscheeks hugged my erection. The girls had wiped me out last night after returning from our beach trip, the pair of perpetually horny sex dolls eager to get their master’s dick into them as often as possible.

I’d fucked Lisa in all three holes and thought about taking Moemi’s anal virginity. But the bashfully shy girl actually put her hand over her anus and whimpered, “No, Master! Not there!” So of course I didn’t pressure her into letting me and I was happy to rut away in her ultratight pussy until I blasted my load deep inside her.

Actually, Moemi got all three of my loads last night. Seemed appropriate given that it was her first day being alive and all, and I probably could’ve given her a fourth load as well given that Lisa was most certainly doing something to my body to keep me recharging at such an inhumanly fast rate. But after the third time I’d cum in her, Moemi seemed so deliriously happy that I didn’t want to pull out. And I’d fallen asleep right there on her bountiful body.

But that was last night.

This morning I was rock-hard and ready to go. So after just another minute of hot-dogging my sex doll’s pleasant buns, I shifted myself down just a little bit, pushed my prick forward into the gap between her thighs, and started smoothly sliding my aching dick straight into her sopping-wet snatch.

Lisa didn’t react at my entrance. She didn’t moan or sigh. She didn’t reach back with one arm to hold me. She didn’t give any indication whatsoever that she’d felt her master’s dick push inside of her body. Her dark-auburn-haired head remained motionless in front of me. And that was the first indication that something was wrong.

The second indication was the feeling of her pussy around me. It felt… wrong. I’d lost count of the number of times I’d fucked Lisa’s perfect pussy by now, and while the warmly wet tunnel of love wrapped around my turgid tool felt familiar, it still felt… wrong.

It felt like thermoplastic elastomer and silicone. It smelled like water-based lubricant. I couldn’t feel her heartbeat inside her.

I suddenly jerked myself out, rolled Lisa onto her back, and gasped in shock at the sight before me.

Switched off OLED eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. TPE and silicone skin without warmth. A dark-auburn wig fused to her skull.

She was a sexbot.

She was still my Lisa, but she wasn’t human anymore.

And I started SCREAMING.

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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