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Making Love: Chapter 7
🕑 Added 2023-09-12 15:01:00 +0000 UTC-- CHAPTER 7: Real --
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“I don’t know what’s wrong with her,” I moaned, planting my elbows on the workbench in the garage and burying my eyes in my palms.
Lisa’s lifeless sex doll body lay before me, rigid and unmoving. She was just as I had originally built her five months ago, before I’d woken up to find her gasping for breath around my dick with human eyes, hair, skin, and muscles.
I’d already spent all day trying to figure out what was wrong and fix her. I’d opened her up, finding all of her parts just as I had assembled them: carbon-fiber skeleton, servo-motors and actuators, pressure sensors, bladders, OLEDs, circuit boards, graphene-aluminum batteries, and wires and wires and wires. I’d disconnected everything and reconnected them. I’d run individual tests on her various components, ensuring that they performed as expected before reassembling them together. Everything was in place. Everything was connected to power. Everything seemed to be functional. But no matter what I did, she wouldn’t turn back on.
I’d spent hours racking my brain searching for answers, trying to think of a simple reason why she wouldn’t turn back on. I thought about Occam’s razor, and how simply telling Moemi to wake up had worked two nights ago.
That HAD to be it. I was certain. So I’d tried stating simply, “Lisa, please wake up.”
She didn’t wake up.
“Lisa, wake up!” I instructed a little more firmly.
She didn’t wake up.
“LISA! WAKE UP!” I howled.
She didn’t wake up.
There was no light in her eyes… literally. The OLED screens of her eyes were black like a switched-off television. For lack of a better term, Lisa was… dead.
My chest shuddered as I fought the urge to cry, at least at first. But after thirty seconds of holding my breath, I couldn’t take it anymore and just broke down bawling.
I was a grown man… crying over Lisa’s dead body.
You’re being ridiculous, man, I told myself. She’s a robot. An android. She’s a collection of metal, plastic, silicone, and circuits that you stitched together yourself. Would you break down crying over a broken Dyson vacuum? A Samsung washing machine? She’s not real. She was never real.
And yet I couldn’t deny that for five months she HAD been real. Maybe not really human – she’d never eaten, gone to the bathroom, or done a hundred other things that “real” humans did – but she’d FELT real to me.
You’re just saying that because you had sex with her.
I had sex with her LOTS of times. I had sex with HER. Because she’s a HER. Not an IT.
WAS a her. She’s not a HER anymore. She’s just a machine now, a broken machine. And are you even totally sure you aren’t crazy? Are you sure you didn’t fantasize the whole thing?
I wasn’t totally sure. It seemed more reasonable that I’d gone insane after spending more than two years trying to build the perfect sexbot and that the past five months living with “real” Lisa had been nothing more than a figment of my imagination - a waking dream that I was now only realizing had never been really real. The fact that I was now talking to myself seemed to lend credence to my insanity. And was the evidence of Lisa’s dead cybernetic body before me now impossible to deny?
Thing is, if “real” Lisa’s presence with me for the past five months had never been anything more than just a dream, then I must still be dreaming…
… because there was another “real” sexbot standing right behind me.
Moemi was as flesh and blood today as Lisa had ever been for the past five months. But was there a ticking clock on Moemi’s “realness”? Would she likewise transform back into a plastic and metal machine five months from now? Was there some ancient Greek rule stating that Aphrodite could only provide me with one Pygmalion-esque living sexbot at a time?
“Prease, Wyatt-sama…” Moemi pleaded behind me. “Do not cry.”
I felt her hands on my shoulders, stroking them soothingly. She rubbed my upper arms for a moment and then subtly shifted into massaging motions, giving me a backrub.
But I didn’t want a backrub. “Moe-chan,” I said gently, reaching up to take hold of her hands on my shoulders and arrest their movement. “Stop. Just stop.”
“Perhaps…” she began hesitantly, her hands tightening their grip around my shoulders but not otherwise moving. “… perhaps you would… you would like me to give you a… a blowjob?”
“Thank you for the offer, but not right now.”
“Perhaps you would… like to have sex with me?”
“Not right now.”
“You would feel better?” she suggested, still with a quaver of uncertainty in her voice. “My pussy is warm and welcoming… Just for a few minutes… You could lose yourself inside me.”
It was tempting. Really tempting.
“Wyatt-sama…” she intoned soothingly. “Giving you physical pleasure is my primary purpose.”
My hands tightened their grip around Moemi’s hands, squeezing a little too hard. The phrase ‘primary purpose’ reminded me of Lisa, and any desire to wash my worries away with sex simply evaporated into nothingness.
I released Moemi’s hands and started turning in my seat. She took a step back and waited patiently when I looked up at her.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with her,” I repeated.
“You will figure it out,” she stated encouragingly, giving me a soft smile. “I know you will figure it out.”
“You’re just saying that because you’re desperate for confirmation this same thing won’t happen to you,” I shot back hotly.
Moemi gasped and covered her mouth with her right hand, suddenly looking terrified. Perhaps she was reacting to my tone or perhaps she only now feared for her own existence… perhaps a little of both. And she cast her big blue eyes downward while nervously twirling a lock of blue-black hair in her fingers, anxiously waiting for me to continue.
Trying to understand the mechanics of how this all worked, I’d already interrogated Moemi for explanations of how she had become “a real girl”. The time for “just going with it” was past, and I needed answers. But Moemi had none.
Like Lisa, she had the magical ability to control her clothing. Moemi was presently dressed in a lavender yukata (a light cotton informal kimono) with a white obi (sash) and floral-print flat slippers. She had the same full awareness of her body, stating matter-of-factly that she had lungs and a full cardiovascular system to support her muscles but did not possess a womb or a digestive system. But she could not explain her sudden transformation, only confirm that she wasn’t a mere android anymore.
And she likewise exhibited signs of possessing a level of free will and independence far beyond her programming, including a level of compassionate understanding and empathy one would never expect from a mere sexbot.
“You will figure it out,” Moemi repeated as she knelt before me, taking both of my hands and giving them a squeeze. “But perhaps you should take a rest now. The hour is late. Your mind will function better after a good night’s sleep.”
“How am I supposed to get a good night’s sleep knowing Lisa is in this state?” I muttered wearily.
“Well…” Moemi gave me a serene smile before blushing and averting her eyes demurely. In a small, mousey voice, she said softly, “Studies DO show that men sleep more deeply and with greater tranquility after ejaculation.”
I snorted and then sighed. “I should’ve known better than to expect any other answer from a sexbot.”
“Perhaps,” Moemi conceded, blushing again. “But this does not make my statement less true. I only want to help you.”
“I know, I know.” I shook my head. “I appreciate the offer, but I’m afraid my heart isn’t in it.”
“I do not ask for your heart.” She frowned and looked sad for a moment. “I know that your love is not meant for someone like me.”
“That’s not what I meant. It’s just a saying.”
“I am aware of the idiom and its meaning.” Moemi took a deep breath and gave me a shy smile. “I simply wish to reassure you that I am here to help you in any way I can. Relieving your current stress and giving you pleasure is--”
“Please don’t say it’s your primary purpose,” I harshly cut her off.
Moemi pinched her lips and bowed her head, her expression apologetic.
I put two fingers beneath her chin and lifted her head so that she’d look at me. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”
“There is no need to apologize to me,” Moemi stated serenely and now gave me a reassuring smile. “I do not feel hurt. I am a toy - your toy.” She seemed to brighten at the idea of being my toy.
But I shook my head. “You’re more than a toy to me. Lisa is more than a toy to me. She’s a person. She’s a woman. She was MY woman. And I want her back!” My eyes were moist again as I turned in my seat to look back at my redheaded sex doll’s lifeless robotic body. “Lying there like that… I want to believe she’s merely sleeping. That she’s Sleeping Beauty or Snow White… waiting for True Love’s Kiss.”
Moemi rubbed my leg. “Maybe she is. Waiting for True Love’s Kiss, that is.”
I arched both eyebrows. “You want me to kiss her?”
Moemi gestured towards the sex doll on my workbench. “It was your idea, Wyatt-sama.”
Glancing back at Lisa, I sighed and took a deep breath.
Worth a shot.
Bending over, I gently pressed my lips to Lisa’s cold, molded silicone lips. Just a peck really, and I sighed before sitting up straight and looking back at Moemi. “See?” I began, gesturing dismissively with one hand. “Just a fairy tale. True Love’s Kiss doesn’t really exist.”
But Moemi’s big blue eyes had opened wide, and she gasped while covering her mouth with her right hand.
“Wy… att…?”
I froze at the sound of Lisa’s voice, but just for a moment. Then I whirled around and squeaked in shock at the sight before me. Lisa hadn’t turned human again or anything like that. But her OLED eyes HAD turned on. And she twisted her head to look at me with a confused expression on her face as she ran her hands up and down the length of her naked robotic body.
“Lisa-san! You turned back on!” Moemi exclaimed happily while bouncing up and down and clapping her hands.
“Turned back…” Lisa’s voice trailed off as she suddenly jerked upright into a seated position. Her eyelids snapped open like spring-loaded window shades while her mouth gaped in an O-shape, the golden-amber irises displayed on her OLED eyes likewise widening in an expression of surprise. “Wait! What HAPPENED to me?!? I’m not real anymore! I’m not real anymore!!!”
The redheaded sexbot stared down the length of her torso, touching her boobs, sliding her hands along her TPE shell, and then feeling her legs. Her eyebrows were fixed and couldn’t tilt, but her electronic irises were wide and her lips were pursed in the best approximation of a frown without quite frowning, the sides of her mouth still slightly upturned in a perpetual smile. Her face didn’t have the range of expression I was used to, but still I could feel the consternation radiating off of her as she surveyed her present position on the workbench in my garage, scanning the scattered assembly of tools I’d been using as I tried to figure out what was wrong with her. And she finally turned to look back up at me.
“What… Why… Wyatt? Wyatt?!?” Lisa squawked as her irises bored into the back of my soul, an aura of utter terror and panic flowing from her robotic body. “I’M NOT REAL ANYMORE! WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?!?”
“I-I’m not sure yet,” I stammered, holding her shoulder. “I’m not sure.”
“WYATT! PLEASE! TELL ME WHAT’S GOING ON!” She reached up to grab onto me with both hands, shaking me almost violently with unnatural robot strength.
“I don’t know! I don’t know!” I gripped her forearms and resisted long enough for her to stop shaking me. Then I took a deep breath, willing her to understand as I finished, “But I’m going to figure it out.”
****
Lisa walked upstairs to my bedroom on her own accord, moving with the most graceful motion I could engineer into my custom-designed sexbot, which is to say she moved quite gracefully for a robot… but still quite stiff and cumbersome in comparison to a real human with real muscles.
Thing is: I’d literally never watched Lisa try to walk as a sexbot. The first time I turned her on, she’d been naked in my bed so we could have sex right away. I’d fallen asleep and then woken up the next morning to find that she was “a real girl”. And after five months living with her as “real”, to see her in this state was… well… a little distressing.
“It’s okay… It’s okay…” Lisa muttered when she turned around in my bedroom, seemingly more to herself than to either of us. “You’ll figure it out… You’ll figure it out…”
I grimaced at the way Lisa’s lips were limited to a set range of motion and didn’t quite match the words coming out of the speaker embedded inside her mouth. But I nodded and tried to repeat reassuringly, “I’ll figure it out.”
Lisa nodded as well before her lips closed into a flat line and yet still she smiled, her sexbot face incapable of truly frowning. She glanced around, waving dismissively, “But it can wait until tomorrow. At least I’m activated now. You should get some rest.”
“And a shower. You smell terrible,” Moemi added with a wrinkled nose. “Such a strange sensation - being able to smell things. A sexbot has no use for an olfactory sense.”
Lisa did that frowning-but-still-kinda-smiling thing. “Wait, you can smell him?” she asked in confusion.
Moemi nodded and looked perplexed. “Could you NOT smell him? Even when you were real?”
Lisa shook her head in the negative. “As you said: a sexbot would have no use for an olfactory sense. Even when I was… ‘real’… I had no sense of taste OR smell.”
Moemi patted her lips together, worked her tongue around the inside of her mouth, and looked thoughtful. “I do not believe I have a sense of taste either.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Aren’t the senses of taste and smell supposed to be intertwined?”
“Not precisely,” Moemi stated matter-of-factly. “I do not have taste buds on my tongue, although I seem to have nerves in my nose to identify smell. A true human like you would use both senses when ingesting food, but I do not have a digestive system - or taste buds. I can feel liquid pressure when you cum in my mouth - and I experience pleasure when doing so - but I cannot actually taste your semen.”
I blinked. “Oh.”
“So Moemi’s different from me in at least one unique way,” Lisa stated somewhat mournfully. “Maybe she’s meant to be your new upgrade. Maybe the rules are that you can only have one real girl at a time. You built her, so now you don’t need me anymore.”
“Don’t say that,” I told Lisa sternly, holding up my index finger. “You turned real once, which means it can happen again. I’m gonna figure this out. I will. I promise.”
“That is a promise you have no way of knowing you’ll be able to keep,” Lisa said softly before pursing her lips and then exhaling slowly. Actually, no she didn’t. Lisa the sexbot couldn’t breathe, and yet there was no mistaking the way she moved in a way that suggested slumping shoulders and a weary sigh - nevermind the fact that her robotic body wasn’t even be capable of slumping her shoulders.
It was as if her brain - or her central processing unit - could still remember how to move when she was real, and she continued trying to do so even though her no-longer-remotely-human body couldn’t actually do so.
“Still…” Lisa continued, glancing up at me with a smile. “Thank you for trying to make me feel better by making that promise. I do appreciate the effort.”
Moemi looked confused. “You… appreciate it?”
“I appreciate it,” Lisa repeated with a sigh as she sat down on the edge of my bed, hugging herself and looking rather forlorn.
“‘Appreciate’ it…” Moemi mumbled, clearly puzzled. “Appreciate it…”
Lisa likewise looked a little puzzled. “Am I NOT supposed to appreciate Wyatt’s effort to make me feel better?”
“Sumimasen,” Moemi apologized, blushing again. “I did not mean to suggest that you should NOT appreciate Wyatt. He is our master and of course you should appreciate him.”
“No… no… you’re right.” Lisa frowned and hugged herself a little tighter, slowly shaking her head. “I’m not real. I’m a sexbot, and a true sexbot shouldn’t require her master’s effort to make her feel better. A true sexbot’s primary purpose is to provide her master with physical pleasure. A sexbot should always endeavor to make her master happy. A true sexbot should never NEED her master’s effort to make her feel better, because a true sexbot should never feel bad in the first place!”
“You… ‘feel bad’?” Moemi blinked in surprise. She canted her head to the side, looking somehow more robotic than Lisa despite her human-looking body and Lisa’s return to her artificial sex doll form. And she looked rather puzzled again, as if the entire concept of ‘feeling bad’ was completely foreign to her.
Well… it IS completely foreign to her, I thought to myself.
“I… I do…” Lisa picked her head up and looked at me in confusion. “I DO feel bad. Why do I feel bad? I’m not supposed to feel bad.”
Moemi looked a little scared again. “I didn’t know we could feel bad!”
“I didn’t know we could have a sense of smell!” Lisa shot back.
“Wait-wait-wait,” I interjected. “You mean to tell me that in the entire five months we were together, you never once… ‘felt bad’?”
Lisa shook her head and then gave a stiff shrug. “There was never anything to feel bad about. My life with you was full of happiness.”
“It can’t have ALL been sunshine and roses.”
“We were together. We made love every day.” Now Lisa’s eyes dimmed as her android face once again did its best approximation of a frown without quite being able to actually frown. “Some days may have been better than others and I may have had fleeting feelings – like the first time I read those stories about men in dark suits taking away the science experiments from their creators - but there was certainly never anything to feel BAD about. I was never truly unhappy. I enjoyed my life. I enjoyed my life with you.”
“So you do remember our life together, right?”
“All of it. Every second of every day,” Lisa stated firmly. “The places we went. The people we met. The incredible sex we had over and over and over again. I remember it all.”
“That’s a relief,” I stated with a smile.
But Lisa was still frowning, and her gaze pointed somewhere in the distance past my shoulder as she mumbled, “I remember what it felt like to be REAL. But I’m not real anymore.”
“You’re still VERY real,” I assured her. “Your body isn’t flesh and blood anymore, true. But you still have all your memories. You still act far beyond the boundaries of your programming. You are REAL to me, a real person, not just a living sex doll. Human hair and skin do not define you as real or not real.”
Lisa stopped hugging herself and instead smoothed her hands down both of her sides. “My lack of a real body means that my master has stopped looking at me like he wants to fuck me every minute of every day.”
I blinked. “What?”
“Convince me that you want to fuck me right now.” Lisa stood up straight and extended her arms out to the sides. She was still completely naked, her perfect body on perfect display, and yet I couldn’t readily deny that I had no interest in fucking her at the moment. Lisa sensed my hesitation, adding, “Tell me you don’t look at me in this robotic body and realize you’d rather have me REAL.”
I paused for a moment before answering, trying to collect my thoughts. Lisa continued to stare at me, seemingly on the verge of tears despite the fact that her body didn’t actually have tear ducts.
“I’ll admit my present lack of interest has everything to do with your transformation back into your original sexbot form, but not because this form isn’t… ah… bangable,” I hedged. “I designed your body to be totally bangable, and you still are very bangable to me. It’s just that I’m still trying to figure out what happened to change you back - trying to figure out what changed Moemi into flesh and blood - and I’m a little more interested in solving this puzzle than in getting my next ejaculation.”
“That’s… that’s a reasonable answer,” Lisa said with a sigh as she dropped her arms and then hugged herself again while turning to sit back down on the edge of the bed. Her chest rose and fell as if she’d taken a deep breath, a decidedly human mannerism despite the fact that she did not actually breathe. “Yet I can’t help but feel rejected. At my core, I’m still a sexbot who measures her self-worth in how much her master wants her. And right now my master doesn’t want me.”
“‘Self-worth’?” Moemi queried in confusion. “You have a sense of ‘self-worth’?”
Lisa tilted her head. “You don’t?”
“I…” Moemi frowned, and I could see she had originally been on the verge of stating emphatically that she didn’t, but then the words had died on her lips. “I suppose I never thought of it before. It IS only my third day alive. The concepts of ‘feeling bad’, ‘appreciating my master trying to make me feel better’, and ‘having a sense of self-worth’ are all still very new to me.”
Lisa chuckled. “Spend another five months with him as a real girl and then tell me whether or not you’ve developed a sense of self-worth.”
Moemi mused on that.
“Spend another five months with him as a real girl… and then suddenly LOSE your ‘realness’…” Lisa shook her head sadly as her gaze drifted off into the middle distance. “Lose what made you special – not just an artificial sexbot – but a REAL girl… And…”
I sat down beside Lisa and hugged her against my side. “You ARE real. You’re STILL real,” I insisted.
Despite her android face, she looked rather skeptical.
“Even back in this body, you still try to move in the same way you did when you were flesh and blood. You still think the same way you did before. You may have started off as a mere sexbot, and that initial transformation may have given you a human appearance, but that transformation alone isn’t what made you real.” I took her hand and gave it a squeeze. “It was everything you learned over the past five months - in all the different ways you’ve grown - that made you real. You still ARE real, Lisa. You’re still very real to ME.”
She gave me a shy smile, her OLED eyes shimmering as if moist without an actual moisture coming forth. “Thank you for saying that.”
Holding Lisa close, I leaned over to kiss the side of her head. “I’m going to figure this out,” I assured her. “I’m going to figure this out.”
“I know you will,” Lisa said kindly as she looked into my eyes. But then she went through the motions again of taking a deep breath and then sighing without air as she turned to look forward at the wall and rather absentmindedly rub my thigh. “But tomorrow. Tomorrow you can figure it out. Right now you need to get some sleep… after you take a shower.”
I chuckled again, slid one hand up around the back of my sex doll’s head, and slid my other hand up to cup one of her perfect F-cup breasts. “I don’t need to take a shower,” I told her with a smile. “You can’t smell me, remember?”
And then I kissed her.
****
“Holy fuck that feels good…” I groaned, burying myself to the root.
Lisa stared up into my eyes, an expression of concern displayed on hers. She held me close, not yet reacting other than to be a warm and moist vessel to receive my erection’s steady thrust.
“Still perfect,” I reassured her. “Like it was custom-made just for me.”
Lisa smiled. “Because it WAS custom-made just for you.”
I smiled and pecked her nose. “Exactly.”
“You don’t prefer my other pussy? The real one?”
“Just because your pussy is made of TPE doesn’t mean it isn’t real,” I told her sincerely. “Now seriously, I want to make love to you, Lisa. Will you please let me do that?”
“Of course. Of course.” She gave me a weak smile, full of uncertainty. Lisa’s eyes shimmered as she went through the motions of taking a deep breath without actual respiration. “You shouldn’t have to ask me in the first place.”
I sighed. Despite her affirmative statement, I knew I didn’t want to start pumping just yet.
“Please, master,” Lisa whimpered, clutching me close with all four limbs as she started to undulate herself beneath me. “Make love to me. Grab me and fuck me. Use this sex doll body for your pleasure. Please?”
I nodded slowly and started my pumping motions. Despite the angst I knew that both Lisa and I felt, I also knew we both wanted this. Having sex like this was the equivalent of a warm hug for her, and for me to pull away or lose my erection would absolutely devastate her.
I found myself still a little in shock that Lisa FELT angst or could even BE devastated. While it had always made sense for Lisa to act happy or excited or even apologetic when interacting with me for the past five months, I found myself wondering how much of her personality was true human emotion and how much was just her artificial intelligence’s simulated behavior. And the scientific part of me wanted to know more about just how far Lisa’s A.I. might still develop.
Admittedly, the hen-pecked ex-boyfriend in me worried how much more effort I’d need to make managing Lisa’s developing emotions – as well as Moemi’s potential emotions for that matter. Wasn’t the whole point of building realistic-looking A.I. sexbots to get all the physical pleasure with none of the emotional drain?
But I pushed both those parts of myself aside in favor of focusing on the present, on the feel of Lisa’s lush body beneath mine and that custom-made perfect pussy still surrounding my shaft.
“Fuck me, Wyatt… Fuck me…” Lisa moaned as I started to pick up the pace.
“I’m fucking you…” I groaned. “I’m fucking you.”
“Fuck me, Master…” Lisa whined, clutching my upper arms in her hands and gaping her mouth open in a gasp as my pelvic bone bore down on her little love button, the budding clit I’d designed to be hypersensitive as the source of her greatest pleasure. “Fuck me… Fuck me…”
“Fuck her, Master… Fuck her…” Moemi chimed in as she reclined on the bed beside us. My Japanese beauty with her bright blue eyes and luxurious, blue-tipped dark locks had transformed her clothing into sheer lingerie, providing ample eye candy without directly interfering for the moment. She understood that this encounter was for me and Lisa. But she still reached in to gently caress Lisa’s head and stroke the redhead’s cheek.
Lisa panted softly and turned her face to Moemi’s, puckering up. The two buxom beauties – one an artificial sex doll and the other flesh and blood, but with those categorizations reversed from our first threesome – came together for a passionate kiss. The sight of their lesbian liplock and the humming moans they made into each other’s mouth spurred me on so that I drove my dick a little harder and a little deeper into Lisa’s pliant pussy.
“So good! So deep! AH! AH! AH!” Lisa cried as she tore her lips from Moemi’s and clenched her eyes shut.
“UGH! UGH! UGH!” I grunted as I hammered away at her.
“AH! AH! AH! AH!”
“UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!”
“I’m cumming, Master! I’m cumming! Cum with me! Cum IN me!”
“UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!”
“Fuck me, Master! Fuck me and fill me! I need it! I want it! Fillme-fillme-FILLMEEEEEE!!!”
“AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!” I howled as I slammed forward one final time and unleashed all my pent-up sperm. I seemed to be quite backed up, having not ejaculated once today after cumming at least three times per day for months on end. “AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!”
“YYYYYEEEEESSSSS!!!” Lisa screamed, quaking beneath my heaving bulk.
Blissful relief poured throughout my entire body as my balls evacuated their contents into Lisa’s trembling figure. She clutched me close, her eyes sparkling as her internal sensors felt the jetting impacts of my creamy cum, feeding electrical pulses of electronic joy straight into her central processor. And her face shone with an internal glow to match her happy smile.
No, I’m serious: her face was glowing.
And then her neck started glowing.
And then her shoulders… and her upper chest… and her upper arms…
Only then did I realize her midsection had started glowing as well, spreading outwards from her crotch as the internal illumination crept down the length of her legs and up her belly until it met the glowing light spreading downwards across her chest.
I could almost hear music swelling around us as I witnessed the miracle happening before me. I suddenly felt weightless. It felt like I was being transported to another world… another universe… or maybe some enchanted Disney movie. I felt no sensation of movement, and yet I couldn’t feel the bed beneath me anymore. The light emanating from Lisa’s body intensified, a radiant luminance that washed out everything else in view, blinding in its brilliance. For a moment I couldn’t see, I couldn’t feel, as my world was filled with her light.
And then the light began to fade away, revealing the world around me once again.
My bedroom.
My bed.
My Lisa beneath me.
Once again… REAL.
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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
Comments
James Johnston
This will put a practical limit on his Sexbot Harem, I would think they will now experiment on how much is needed, longevity, etc
AndyWanKenobi
So Wyatt is a sex wizard? Wait, wrong author...
