Carla

Groggily I raised my hand to shield my eyes from the morning's first light that was streaming through living room curtains. I groaned in protest as I roused from my drunken stupor. I sat up on the couch and pulled out my NCD to check the time when I received a notification from my calendar. "Fuck! I completely forgot about Carla."

I leaped to my feet and began to dress. "Still have time to get there." I quickly looked around for any sign of Mia. "Hmm, my chaperone must be sleeping in."

Luckily it was still early, and I only encountered one person before exiting the building. I hustled down to the crowded stop to await the morning bus.

I pressed my way onto the packed bus. One good thing about being a Shota was I didn't take up much space. I squeezed past several young professionals and retail workers before winding up wedged between two well-endowed women. As much as I enjoyed the softness of their breasts pressed against my head, I paid for it by being groped continuously for the entire trip. I chalked up my molestation to the bus being overly crowded. But even still it seemed some hands lingered longer than was necessary when they brushed against my backside, I could have sworn that one also gave me an intentional squeeze, but when I looked around, all I saw was the still drowsy yawning faces none of which seemed to be focused on me or my plight.

My eyes darted back and forth, scanning each woman for any hint of impropriety. At one point, I could have sworn I saw a picture of me displayed on a woman's NCD. It was hard to get a clear view, but from what I could make out, she was visiting a site called shota hunter. Curious, I tried to pull up the site on my personal device, but all I got was a blank page and a username and password prompt. Finally, I arrived at the art district and made a hasty escape before someone decided to become overly bold with their groping.

The street was bustling with a throng of women and a couple of Shotas setting up their stalls. I hurried along to the building where, a few days ago, I had experienced my first genuinely passionate kiss. Back then, my serum had not yet stabilized, and the act of getting a hard had nearly killed me. Now I was entirely in control of my manhood. That, coupled with the knowledge that any woman attracted to me, would be put into a state of heightened arousal had me looking forward to adding Carla to my list of women who's virginity my boy cock taken.

My knuckles had barely begun to rap on the door when it slid open.

"Greg I was right on time!" Carla exclaimed. The cute blonde gave me a massive hug. My small frame was squeezed against her ample chest. I could feel my cock stir to life. The questions I had about this Shota hunter site fled my mind as Carla led me inside to her studio.

"Your painting was hugely popular. I made way more off it than any previous works," She said with a gleam in her eye.

I looked past her and noticed her finished work was sitting next to a packing crate. "I see you took a bit of artistic liberty with some of my anatomy."

"Heh, yeah, well, the girls won't pay for tiny limp cocks. Therefore it's the style to paint it somewhat erect," She said with a bit of a blush.

"So, you want me to pose for you again?" I asked, admiring her work.

"Not quite," She said with a nervous grin. "I have a client that wants a more intimate portrait."

"I'm not sure I follow."

"She wants one of you and a woman. Engaging in... risque behavior."

"You mean sex?"

"Yeah."

I grinned at my luck but decided to keep up the charade of not being capable of getting stiff. "But that's not possible."

"That's where this guy comes in," She said, handing me some kind of strap on contraption. "It's an AHC. Automated Hardening Cock. It something certain Shota wear to... uhm... please a woman. It supposedly reacts to stimulation like the real thing."

I chuckled at the thought of women trying to build a device to recreate a physiological action none of them had a clue about, and no one besides me had experienced first hand in over a hundred years.

"So, where is this model that I'm supposed to fornicate with?" I asked as looked at the AHC with bemusement.

"You're looking at her," Carla replied.

I sat down the strap on and gave a confused look. "How is that supposed to work. I'm pretty sure the activity you have planned for us will keep you too involved to paint the scene.

"That's where these come in," She replied, motioning to three square blocks.

"You're going to film it with 3D holo cameras?" I asked.

Carla walked over to me and softly placed a hand on my shoulder while giving me a sultry look. "Yes, that way, I can pick out the absolute perfect moment to put on canvas. Plus, there will be no need to hold a pose. I could not imagine how maddening it would be to stay motionless and not fully enjoy being with such a cute boy."

That was all the encouragement I needed to get things started. I pressed the activation button on the holo cams. Bright neon lights lit up all along the three cameras as they floated into the air. My impromptu kicking off of events caused Carla to spin around to see what was going on.

A smile played across her face as the holo cams floated over to the area Carla had set up for our performance. The small couch and shag rug with a screen-printed background of a bookshelf made the setup look like something out of a classic softcore porn that played on late-night basic cable back in the day when men stood more than five foot two and could grow hair on their chest. "Someone has been watching old episodes of Emmanuelle in Space."

"A girl does need to do her research," Carla playfully explained. "Those silly old porn movies are some great unintentional humor. But honestly, I prefer a more slender companion to the lead actors back then." The sultry blonde ran a finger over my chest, stopping to rest on my belt buckle.

I grabbed her hand and removed it. "You do know I'm older than you?"

"True, but you don't look it. Shota syndrome comes with a permanent babyface. At least that's the only thing baby about you," Carla chortled as she stared down wantonly at my crotch.

"Very salacious if you are suggesting what I think you are suggesting," I said as I moved my hand to cup her breast through her shirt. "You want a Shota in the true sense of the word?"

Carla's face slightly reddened. "It would be incredibly hot if you could pretend to be a plus zero. Also, there are some who would pay dearly for the video and painting. It would probably fetch a price that would dwarf your previous work."

Pretend to be a plus zero; I contemplated. That could be dangerous, but on the other hand, if it made my blonde artist completely lose her inhibitions, it would definitely be worth it.