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Making Love: Chapter 19
🕑 Added 2023-10-30 15:00:15 +0000 UTC-- CHAPTER 19: Program --
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“W-W-Wyatt-sama? What are you doing?” Moemi asked breathlessly as my hand began its slow slide up her inner thigh.
“Doing?” I asked with mock confusion while standing just behind the apron-clad petite girl. I extended my left arm out past her shoulder to grasp the handle of an upper cabinet. Opening it, I reached inside and said, “I’m just getting a glass of water.”
“B-B-but…” she stammered, blushing bright pink as she felt the pressure of my fingertips probing her tightly shut labia.
“I was feeling kinda dry,” I stated placidly while pushing a fingertip between her folds to enter her nether portal. “Staying hydrated is important for overall good health, after all. A little bit of moisture goes a long way, don’t you think?”
“W-Wyatt-sama!” Moemi exclaimed as a second finger joined the first. I flexed my knuckles to make the first two digits pump in and out of her pussy while my thumb slid through the crevice of her buttcheeks to buzz her anus. “I do not… I think I should… But I must not burn your breakfast!”
“You’re doing a great job with breakfast. Don’t mind me. Like I said: I’m just getting a glass of water.”
Indeed, I took the lowball glass I’d removed from the cabinet and set it down at the edge of the sink nearby. I swiveled the filtered water faucet over the glass and turned on the tap to fill it. And I did everything with my left hand so as to allow my right hand to continue pumping two fingers in and out of Moemi’s pussy while I pressed my thumb a little harder against her backdoor until the thick digit popped through her sphincter.
“Aaaiii!” Moemi squeaked at the abrupt penetration when her resistance gave way.
I smiled calmly, turned off the tap, and then shrugged with an air of indifferent nonchalance while taking a sip of water as if I had no idea that my right hand continued fingerbanging her holes.
“W-Wyatt-sama…” Moemi whimpered, visibly struggling to focus on her spatula and the food in the wok. “You should not… If… If you are in need of relief, perhaps one of the other girls would be happy to service you.”
“I’m just fine, thank you for asking. Not feeling any particular need for relief,” I replied while snapping my fingers, twisting slightly to point at Katarina in the great room, and beckon her to me. The bubbly blonde promptly bounced into the kitchen with her hair in extremely long pigtails to accentuate her Sailor Moon outfit. And I kept pumping away at Moemi’s swiftly slickening orifices while Katarina squatted down between me and the lower cabinets, unzipped my fly, and fed on my rapidly growing shaft.
I took my time sipping my water and enjoying the blushing glances Moemi kept giving me over her shoulder. My little Japanese sex doll did an admirable job of paying attention to her wok despite the obvious distraction of my questing fingers. And she started giggling lightly from the ticklish sensations of me leaning over to nibble on her neck.
“Oh, you are so bad, Wyatt-sama,” Moemi squeaked from my incessant fingerbanging. “This is so naughty! It is not proper behavior in a kitchen!”
“Very naughty,” I agreed, setting down the glass so I could hold the back of Katarina’s head with my left hand as I thrust my hips to drive my dick deep into the perky blonde’s throat.
The Sailor Moon-clad cutie gagged briefly at the sudden penetration, but apart from digging her fingernails into my asscheeks, she managed to hold her position and stared up at me with shining eyes. A moment later, I withdrew, patted Katarina’s head, and gave her a brief respite to catch her breath before resuming my pumping motions. And then I refocused my attention on Moemi anew.
“Aii… Aii… Aii…” she squealed, closing her eyes and shuddering in response to my questing fingers. “Wyatt-sama… I must… finish… your breakfast…”
“Go right ahead. Nothing stopping you.”
“N-nothing? Y-you… do not… realize… Aii! Aii! Aii!”
“What, this?” I asked while driving my digits a little harder into my Moe-chan’s holes. “I’m just enjoying myself a little bit. It doesn’t bother you, does it?”
“N-no… of course not… I… Aii!… It is no bother…” Moemi whimpered before looking back at me over her shoulder. “But it is… rather… naughty… what you… are doing… to me…”
“It is a little naughty,” I admitted. “In fact, I think the only thing even naughtier would be if I… did… this!”
“EEP!” Moemi squealed as she felt my steel-hard schlong suddenly spear straight inside her sopping-wet snatch from behind. She actually dropped her spatula into the wok in order to brace both of her hands against the countertop’s bullnose edge, bowing her head and clenching her core around my invading cock.
“Super naughty…” I intoned, reveling in the sensations of her ultratight twat wrapped around my turgid tool.
“You are so baaad, Wyatt-sama, taking advantage of me like this,” Moemi whimpered while glancing back at me over her shoulder, her blue-black bangs briefly curtaining her bright blue eyes. “I am so helpless to resist you, and yet you keep-- ungh, ungh, ungh!”
Moemi whimpered again while I made three short, stabbing thrusts, and I groaned before leaning over to kiss the back of her neck. I noticed Katarina still squatting beside us, looking up with an impish smile. I patted the blonde on the head with a thankful grin and then gestured for her to go back to the Great Room. And then I wrapped both of my forearms around Moemi’s midsection to really pull both of our bodies together, cramming my cock through the close confines of her constricted canal.
“Your breakfast is going to burn,” she whimpered.
I bit her lip and growled, “Let it burn.”
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Breakfast didn’t actually burn. It was a simple matter to switch off the burner, after all. And once I picked up Moemi to park her belly-down across the kitchen island, her short legs not quite long enough to reach the floor, Helena was more than ready to step in and take over cooking.
The next five minutes were filled with a cacophony of wet squelching sounds, male grunts, and high-pitched squealing intermixed with Japanese babbling I didn’t understand but nevertheless drove me to fuck her harder and harder the more she complained. In the end, Moemi screamed her little head off with plaintive shrieking that seemed rather unclear as to whether she was feeling ecstatic or dismayed. But there was no mistaking the deeply satisfied look on her face when we were done.
I left her slumped belly-down over the kitchen island with her feet still dangling in the air, a limp and sweaty pile of satiated sex doll. My creamy cum oozed out from her sperm-soaked snatch and trickled down her thighs, but she was in no hurry to try and clean herself up. Instead, my little Moe-chan simply smiled her dreamy smile as she luxuriated in the aftermath of being so roughly taken “against her will”.
I stood back for a second, admiring the luscious sight before me. Moemi was still clad in nothing but her apron, her snow-white buttcheeks bare and slightly reddened from my incessant pounding. Katarina happily flounced right back into the kitchen, still in her Sailor Moon outfit that promised I’d have to pay special attention to her sooner or later. And she squatted behind Moemi and began to lightly lick out my life-giving sperm, accompanied by the soundtrack of Moemi’s helpless spent moans.
I watched Katarina do her thing for a moment with a silly smirk on my face before sauntering out to the great room. Helena was in the office doing work, but Lisa reclined on the couch in her usual spot, her long, lithe legs crossed at the knees as she relaxed, looked up at me, and gave me a warmly welcoming smile.
“Well that seemed to go really well,” Lisa pronounced while tapping the screen of her tablet and then turning it around to face me while I took a seat. “You can see that her dopamine and oxytocin levels were skyrocketing while her cortisol levels remained fairly consistent. They did rise a bit, but nothing too crazy.”
I nodded my understanding while taking the tablet from Lisa and then turning around to sit down. “Her adrenaline levels still spiked.”
“That’s a good thing,” Lisa stated sagely while slipping off the couch and kneeling on the area rug before me. She winked, and just before bending over to slurp my still-wet schlong into her mouth, she explained, “We girls like to feel our hearts racing.”
“Nnnggghhh…” I groaned as Lisa’s supple lips surrounded my semi-hard shaft, my own heartrate picking up a bit at the sensual sensations. But after a few seconds, I took a deep breath and calmed down a bit. I could tell that Lisa was more interested in sucking my dick clean of mingled Moemi-and-Master orgasmic fluids than she was in getting me hard for another round. And I settled down to scroll through the variety of multicolored line graphs and other readouts that had been measuring Moemi’s biochemical responses to our recent sex session.
Speaking of which, those line graphs were starting to rise again. It seemed that Katarina had not stopped at merely slurping out my sperm but continued to keep eating out the bent-over Japanese babe from behind. Moemi’s heartrate had sped up, her pleasure chemicals dopamine and oxytocin levels were climbing, while her stress chemical cortisol was now declining back to normal.
“Better,” I agreed, setting the tablet aside and reaching down to caress my Lisa’s cheek. The ravishing redhead smiled around a mouthful of meat and turned her face so that my mushroom head dented out that same cheek, and I felt the distinctly surreal sensation of patting my own prick through her skin.
Lisa beamed up at me and then resumed her blowjob. The mingled fluids were long gone by now, but she seemed happy to continue sucking on her binkie, as it were.
Still, I raised my eyebrows and asked, “Wanna climb on and go for a ride?”
Lisa popped off my prick and started stroking my shaft with her right hand to keep up the stimulation, but she shook her head and smiled. “Nah. I’m perfectly happy to keep doing this.”
“You sure?” I asked, not expecting Lisa to turn down an opportunity to get her pussy stuffed.
“Don’t believe me? Check my readings.” And then she dropped her face back down to resume sucking.
With a shrug, I tapped and swiped my fingers across the tablet screen to switch the program from displaying Moemi’s biochemical levels to Lisa’s instead.
The program was a custom-modified version of a medical diagnostic tool used by hospitals and clinics around the world. But rather than being fed data through electrodes and biosensors attached to a human patient on a bed, our program received data wirelessly from the girls’ internal sensors. The first screen of the standard GUI showed a white outline of Lisa’s physical form alongside basic vitals like her heartrate, temperature, blood pressure, and respiratory rate. From there I could zoom in on particular sections of her body like the oxygen levels in her lungs, the red cell blood count in her heart, and the hormones being produced by her adrenal glands.
Most of the important information was contained in her head, though, and that’s where I could see the line graphs displaying Lisa’s chemical levels. Dopamine was her reward chemical: telling her she was doing a good job. Oxytocin was her love chemical: fueling her sex-drive and celebrating our close-knit bond. Her endorphins weren’t changing much – those were pain relievers that came after exercise. Her estrogen hormones remained stable, indicating that she wasn’t feeling particularly lustful. It was her serotonin levels that were really climbing, signaling her deep-rooted satisfaction and sense of contentment.
Turning the screen to face Lisa, I pointed to her serotonin graph with a smile.
She shrugged and then popped off my prick again, stating, “You don’t need to show me, remember? I can see the same charts in here.” She tapped the side of her head for emphasis.
“I remember,” I replied. “But being able to monitor your own biochemical levels is only the first step, like recognizing when the jealousy areas of your brain activate. Figuring out how to control all of those things will be much harder.”
“In theory, it should be no different from all of the other things we do to control our bodies or yours,” Lisa reasoned. “I can somehow make clothes, inline skates, and electric cars appear and disappear. Raising my own dopamine, lowering my cortisol, or shutting down jealous brain activity shouldn’t be any more difficult than removing urine from your bladder or styling your hair.”
“In theory,” I agreed. “But you still haven’t figured out how to do it just yet.”
“But I’m confident I will. Moemi certainly had much greater success managing her cortisol levels just now.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Do you think she actually had control over them?”
“Not control, precisely. At least, she wasn’t able to magically remove the chemicals. It was more that she was able to sense the stress hormones building and actively concentrate on calming herself down.”
“The natural way.”
“If by ‘natural’ you mean living sexbots using internal sensors to monitor the biochemical stress hormone production of adrenal glands that shouldn’t exist in the first place.”
I laughed. “Biofeedback has been around for decades. Far more ‘natural’ than me trying to write additional code to artificially suppress her sense of shame.”
“Agreed.” Lisa continued stroking my cock and then glanced back over her shoulder at the other girls. Moemi now sat up atop the kitchen island and had one hand atop Katarina’s head while the blonde continued eating her out. And Lisa then turned back to face me, saying, “We really should be doing more tests with the HellKat twins. Of the four of us, they should be the most natural at modifying their bodies’ characteristics on the fly.”
I arched an eyebrow. “What kind of test did you have in mind?”
Lisa grinned and then called over her shoulder. “Hey Kat? I need you to come fuck Wyatt now! For science!”
Katarina immediately popped her head up. “Ooh! Yay me!” she exclaimed while clasping her hands together. Her irises seemed to magically transform into cartoon red hearts that pulsed towards me in a kooky over-the-top way that was weird in hindsight but totally made me laugh in the moment.
The perky blonde still in her Sailor Moon outfit flounced over to us and leaped into my arms. She planted a massive smooch on my lips and then rolled us over. And once I climbed off her and stared down at her sunny, smiling face, Katarina raised the front hem of her skirt, revealing a completely bald pussy already glistening in anticipation.
My ravishing redhead quickly moved out of the way, taking the tablet from my hand as she stood aside and transformed her attire to that of a medical professional with her dark-auburn hair in a tight bun, chunky black-frame glasses over her eyes, and a white lab coat. And Lisa watched with solemn intensity while Katarina fisted my erection, guided it to her moist pink portal, and moaned rapturously as I sank myself inside.
“Ohhh, yesss…” the busty blonde bombshell with the exceptionally long pigtails sighed quite sincerely.
“Remember, this is for posterity, so be honest,” Lisa intoned in an overly serious voice, tapping the top of her tablet. “How do you feel?”
“Ffffuuuucccckkkk yyyyeeeeaaaahhhh…” Katarina moaned as she happily humped away.
Lisa’s eyes glittered as she manifested a tablet stylus and nibbled on the end of her metaphor. “Interesting…”
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I wasn’t sure exactly what biochemical markers Lisa was monitoring while I fucked the hell out of my busty, bubbly anime blonde, but she was certainly laughing for almost the entire time while watching the tablet screen instead of us.
Lisa’s laughter was joined by Moemi’s when the petite Japanese sexbot walked over to join her, with both of them staring at the screen with great interest when I pulled out of Katarina’s still-climaxing cunt, laid my throbbing dick into the tunnel of the blonde’s underboob cleavage beneath the Sailor Moon dress bunched up around her armpits, and rabbit-fucked my stick between her tits. They were laughing so hard that rivers of tears began flowing when Katarina magically elongated my shaft so that it would poke up through her neckline, far enough so that she could suck on my mushroom head at the same time.
I left a splattered mess of cum all over the cutie-pie blonde’s face, with several bullseye shots shooting straight into the heart-shaped opening between her blonde bangs and gold tiara.
After that, I was a little too wiped out to really pay much attention to Lisa and Moemi as I rolled over and collapsed across the couch. I watched Katarina wipe off her face and lick my cock cream from her fingertips like a kitty kat, clearly savoring every last drop. Once she was finished, she magically freshened us both up and then initiated a cuddly little makeout session to luxuriate in the aftermath.
It was only after I pulled away from Katarina to catch my breath that I looked back over at Lisa and Moemi, asking, “So what does the program say?”
“Hard to say, actually,” Lisa admitted. “Katarina was clearly having a good time, though. She especially enjoyed that bit where she made your dick longer so she could suck on it while you were fucking her tits. We’ll have to do more testing, but there seems to be a direct correlation between her using those kinds of shapeshifting powers and her dopamine levels.”
“Not unexpected. But what does it mean?”
“Not sure yet. But Helena’s been working on a new algorithm to try and make sense of all this new data. I’m feeding this new recording back to her, but let’s go check.”
I nodded, took a moment to catch my breath, and then got up to follow my girlfriend as she headed for my home office.
Correction: to follow my fiancée.
It had been three months since I’d proposed to Lisa with the ring that GARY had made for me one night out of the blue. Since then, our lives had been relatively smooth sailing. Chet didn’t remain a living pile of shit forever (unfortunately), but he hadn’t bothered us anymore. He had other problems to deal with, what with his wife filing for divorce after discovering that he’d been spending a small fortune on hookers every time he went out of town on business trips.
I didn’t know exactly how his wife had found out, but when I’d asked the girls whether or not THEY knew exactly how she’d found out, the semi-guilty, self-satisfied smirks on the HellKat twins’ faces were all I really needed to know.
So yeah, Chet had moved out of town, hopefully never to be heard from again. In the meantime, the girls had continued making friends around the neighborhood and being visibly social. The twins started playing tennis in the mornings at the nearby Racquet Club. Moemi began tutoring high schoolers in the Japanese language. Katarina helped run a PTA bake sale for the local elementary school. And all four of them joined barre, Pilates, yoga, and other fitness classes with the local ladies.
They each sought out their own hobbies as well. Moemi started growing her garden, and after a few months it started to produce viable fruits and vegetables. Katarina expanded her baking expertise to cake decorating, and after making an incredible three-tiered LEGO-themed cake for a neighbor kid’s birthday party, she started taking commissions from other families in the community. And Helena had taken up painting and knitting, of all things; she said she liked to be creative with her own hands instead of doing things on a computer.
Lisa remained focused on running our CAD Design business while being my very affectionate, very public fiancée. The very next day after I’d proposed, she’d started walking around town wearing that gorgeous diamond engagement ring. GARY’s 3D-printed immaculate creation was totally real and wouldn’t disappear into the ether after twenty-four hours. I had no idea where the material for the diamond had come from (compressed carbon, perhaps?), and yet it was worth more money than Chet had spent in his lifetime on hookers. And in addition to their daily socializing and hobbies, all four girls spent a good bit of time planning the wedding, and of course their neighborhood friends were all just FULL of suggestions as well.
Despite the wedding plans, there remained speculation around the community that I was banging all four of them, especially after we installed the pool and the hot tub in the back yard and the girls couldn’t help but take advantage of the opportunities for outdoor sex. We had high fences that precluded peeping toms and any drones mysteriously malfunctioned before reaching our airspace, but orgasmic cries still carried through the open air.
Thank goodness our house backed up against the hill and we didn’t have families with kids living immediately next door to either side.
Moemi, Helena, and Katarina always insisted that we were “just friends” whenever someone asked of course, not that everyone (anyone?) believed them. There were a lot of winks and nudges involved, you know? Not to mention the girls occasionally making reference to my endurance or prowess or stuff like that. They’d immediately insist they were just joking or teasing, but still.
But even beyond spending time socializing, developing their hobbies, and doing wedding planning, Lisa was still determined to become… well… more human. To that end, we’d been studying the various programs that ran her systems, and that of the others. Hence the rounds of “testing” we’d been recently conducting, and the work Helena was doing in the office when we arrived.
“So how are the programs coming?” Lisa asked without preamble while she and I walked through the door.
Helena turned away from the monitors in front of her and looked back at us over her shoulder. “I gave you a dozen different programs to choose from. You haven’t picked one yet.”
“Oh… right…” Lisa said with a blush. “The English language can be such a pain with multiple-meaning words. I meant the test programs you were working on to analyze the data we’re recording.”
“Wait,” I interjected, looking at Helena. “Which programs did you mean?”
“The wedding programs,” Helena explained matter-of-factly.
“What’s the hold-up?” I asked. “I would think a couple of A.I.’s would have no trouble generating a wide variety of design ideas.”
“Generating ideas isn’t the problem,” Lisa told me with a sigh.
Helena laughed. “The bride trying to decide on a particular design, on the other hand…”
“Well, they’re my wedding programs. I want them to be just right!” Lisa insisted.
“You still have to decide on your wedding dress,” Helena pointed out. “And your wedding bouquet, and your wedding banquet, and a million other wedding decisions before the big day.”
“And I want all of those to be just right, too!” Lisa exclaimed. “It’s my wedding! It’s what I certainly expect to be my only wedding. And I want everything to be just right!”
I chuckled and leaned over to peck my fiancée’s forehead. “You’re becoming more and more human every day, dear.”
Lisa sighed and tilted her head back. When she puckered up, I gave her another kiss, this one on the lips. When I pulled back, she smiled up at me. But almost immediately afterward, the corners of her mouth pulled back down into a pout.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, caressing her cheek.
She sighed and pressed her face into my palm. “Nothing’s wrong, but at the moment, I wish my decision-making was a little more A.I. and a little less human. I feel like my life was easier when everything was ones and zeroes, yes or no. Cold, computer logic. But subjective decisions like ‘What is the best design for my wedding program?’ are just so… so hard.”
“Almost makes you wish I’d never asked you to marry me?” I asked while pulling my hand away.
“No, absolutely not,” Lisa stated immediately, grabbing onto my hand and keeping it firmly planted against her cheek.
“There. Yes or no decision. Feel better?” I asked lightly.
Lisa grinned and tugged me down for another kiss. “Much better. Thank you.”
I grinned, gave her one more peck on the forehead, and then finally moved my hand down while wrapping my other arm around her lower back. “You’ve got lots of time to make these decisions. The wedding is still three months away.”
Lisa sighed and stepped into my embrace, hugging me sideways. “But it’s already been three months. Half our time for planning is already over.”
“Half our time for planning still remains,” I assured her.
“Since when did you become an optimist?”
“Since you first came into my life and gave me something to be optimistic about.”
“Dawww…” Helena cooed with a giggle, and both Lisa and I turned to chuckle with her.
“Three months…” Lisa said with a sigh. “An A.I.’s perception of time is so different from a human’s. We can process things faster, so in some ways, three months can feel like forever. On the other hand, it feels like there’s still so much to do and not enough time.”
I held my fiancée close. “You know what you sound like right now?”
Lisa looked up at me. “What?”
“A bride,” I intoned with a warm smile. “A human bride.”
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My warm and fuzzy feelings stayed with me throughout the day, even after I had to leave the house and drive away from my fabulous fiancée and her three perpetually horny sexbot sisters. I would’ve much rather stayed home, of course, but the reality was that not all of my CAD design contractor work could be handled virtually. Every now and again, I had to actually go to a corporate office and meet with people in-person.
But that was okay. I still wasn’t the most gregariously outgoing personality or anything, but ejaculating into, onto, and all over beautiful, busty, nymphomaniac beauties like Lisa, Moemi, Helena, and Katarina every day had a way of improving a man’s self-confidence. Plus, I was floating on those warm and fuzzy feelings, remember? So I breezed through my meetings, completely at ease. And I got back into my Toyota 4Runner with my heart aglow, eager to return back home to the girls and my incredibly awesome life.
But the 4Runner was low on fuel, so I stopped at the gas station nearest to my house. I got out of my truck, put my credit card into the reader, and started the pump.
That’s when the guy filling up his car at the gas pump on the other side of the island poked his head around and looked at me.
“Hey, Wyatt,” Chet greeted with a funny smile. “Long time no see.”
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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
Chapter 12: Chet: https://www.patreon.com/posts/90169511
Chapter 13: Hard-coded: https://www.patreon.com/posts/90462243
Chapter 14: Free Will: https://www.patreon.com/posts/90751391
Chapter 15: Social: https://www.patreon.com/posts/90947433
Chapter 16: Control: https://www.patreon.com/posts/91196456
Chapter 17: Holy Sh-t: https://www.patreon.com/posts/91436647
Chapter 18: Part of Your World: https://www.patreon.com/posts/91676214
