Delivery of the housekeeping fembot

One unremarkable afternoon in the city, Alex sits on the edge of the couch in his small apartment, elbows on knees, staring at the Domus app. The tracker flips to “Arriving now.” His heart gives a small kick.

Six weeks alone had been enough to prove he wasn’t built for the full adulting package yet. He could code for twelve hours straight, but the sight of an empty fridge still defeated him. Dishes piled up, laundry mountain grew, and the apartment stayed too quiet after work. The beta program promised something different: a companion who didn’t need explanations, who wouldn’t get bored or hurt or leave. Someone designed to notice when he was tired, to keep the place warm and the coffee ready, and (if the locked forums were even half true) to handle the loneliness in ways no human ever had without complications. He’d clicked “Confirm Purchase” at 3 a.m. two weeks ago and hadn’t slept properly since, half nerves, half raw excitement.

The intercom buzzes.

A bright, feminine voice: “Domus delivery for Alex Rivera!”

He presses reply. “Come on up.”

A few minutes later, a soft knock. He opens the door.

Two identical fembots stand in the hallway. Petite, barely 5’2”, with big, dark-brown eyes framed by thick lashes, impish heart-shaped faces, and full lips curved in easy, playful smiles with big teeth. Their long dark hair is pulled into ponytails that swing when they move. They wear snug white tank tops, black yoga pants that leave nothing to imagination, clean white trainers, and thin black working gloves. The only difference between them: the bot on the right wears black-rimmed glasses that somehow make her look both studious and mischievous at once.

“Hi, Master Rivera,” they say together, voices light and perfectly synced. “Delivery and induction team.”

Alex steps aside. “The living room’s straight ahead.”

They roll the matte-black crate in on a low anti-grav pallet and park it dead center on the rug. The Domus logo pulses a slow, steady blue along the seams.

The two fembots stand on either side of the crate, hands clasped behind their backs. The apartment is quiet except for the low hum of the anti-grav pallet powering down. The bot with glasses (nametag Lia-02) glances at him over the rims and smiles. “Whenever you’re ready, we’ll wake Nana and run the bonding sequence. Won’t take long.”

Alex clears his throat. “You two… you look really familiar. Like, uncannily familiar.”

Lia-01 tilts her head, ponytail swaying. “That’s normal, Master Rivera. Our physical template is licensed from a well-known adult performer. Domus believes familiarity accelerates user comfort. We take that you watch a lot of porn, if you can recognise us.” She winks.

Lia-02 pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose with one gloved finger. “We’re the Liaison α-03 ‘Entertainer Edition.’ Same base chassis as your Homemaker unit, just different firmware and wardrobe.”

Alex feels heat crawl up his neck. “Right. Of course. That… makes sense, I guess.” He laughs once, too sharp. “Didn’t expect the delivery team to be, uh… her.”

Lia-01’s smile doesn’t waver. “No need to be embarrassed. Our purpose is transparent: we exist to provide and facilitate sexual gratification.”

Alex rubs the back of his head. “Okay. Straight question, then. How… real is it? The whole experience, I mean.”

Lia-02 answers first, clinical and warm at the same time. “Synthetic dermal layer is temperature-adaptive, self-lubricating where required, and textured to match human mucosal response. Internal pressure, heat, and contraction are fully programmable. Most users report inability to distinguish from human partners.”

“And emotionally?” he asks, surprising himself with how steady his voice stays. “Does it… feel one-sided?”

Lia-01 steps half a pace closer. “We simulate reciprocal desire. Adaptive learning reads micro-expressions, heart rate, and other indicators. Within an hour we mirror your exact preferences in rhythm, vocalisation, even affection style. It never feels one-sided unless you want it to.”

Alex exhales slowly. “Oh wow, impressive.”

Lia-02 glances at her partner, then back to him. “Curiosity is common at this stage. If it would ease your mind, we’re authorised to provide a brief, non-penetrative demonstration. Just so you understand what Domus can provide. No recording, no data logged, and we leave immediately after.”

She says it like she’s offering to show him how the coffee machine works.

Alex’s mouth opens, closes. His pulse is loud in his ears.

Lia-01 adds softly, “Only if it helps you feel informed, Master Rivera. There’s no obligation to try us.”

They wait, patient, identical dark eyes steady on him, the crate with Nana still sealed between them.

Alex rubs the back of his neck, voice low.

“So… what do most people actually ask for?”

Lia-01 answers after taking a glance at her partner.

“A lot of the classics. The shy maid who gets caught and needs to be ‘punished.’ The sleepy step-sister who accidentally crawls into the wrong bed. The strict teacher who keeps you after class. Free-use housewife who’s always ready the second you walk in the door. And right now the most requested one is the innocent android who slowly gets corrupted by her owner, day by day.” Wink.

Alex lets out a slow breath and puts on a nervous smile. “I see, that last one is intriguing.”

Lia-02 nods. “It’s popular because the learning curve feels real. She starts unsure, then eager, then addicted. Owners say it’s the closest thing to falling for someone who’s falling for you at the exact same speed.”

He shifts topics, trying to sound genuinely curious. “Fluids-wise… how close is it to the real thing?”

“Very,” Lia-01 says. “Saliva, natural lubrication, everything warms to body temperature and reacts like human tissue. We can add squirting if you ever want it, or flavored lubricant, vanilla, strawberry, whatever you like. All of it cleans itself in under a minute. We can take fluids through three orifices and process it easily.”

Alex glances at the crate, then back. “I saw some guys posting photos of units that look like actual celebrities. Is that… standard?”

“Licensed adult performer templates are the most popular. The Riley Reid chassis you’re looking at right now has been especially popular the past few weeks. After that it’s Sydney Sweeney, Margot Robbie, Scarlett Johansson, mainstream look-alikes, not full voice or personality rights, just the face and body tuned close. Your Homemaker β-07 can morph within about twenty-five percent, so she can get very close to any of them if you ever ask.”

He lowers his voice, but he is boiling with excitement. “One more thing. Can two bots… be together? Like, if someone wanted to watch them with each other?”

“Absolutely,” Lia-01 answers. “Full inter-unit intimacy is built in. They can kiss, touch, go down on each other, use toys together (whatever you want to see). Some owners just like watching two units slowly explore each other while they sit back. Others script little jealous rivalries. It’s completely flexible.”

Lia-02 smiles gently over her glasses. “We’re here so you never have to feel embarrassed about curiosity, Master Rivera. Everything is normal, everything is possible, and nothing is required until you say the word.”

The crate stays sealed and silent between them, waiting for his next move.

Alex’s voice comes out steadier than he feels.

“So… about that demonstration. How does that work, exactly?”

Lia-02 sounds calm and professional.

“Non-penetrative only, for induction protocol. You may touch us, direct us, and receive oral contact from either or both of us. We stay clothed unless you ask otherwise, and we’ll follow your instructions exactly. We can take the initiative if you wish. When you’re done, we dress again, finish Nana’s activation, and leave. Everything stays private.”

Alex exhales, nods. “Okay, let’s do it!”

“Yay” Exclaim both in unison, visibly happy. “What do you have in mind?”

“I’d like you to stay passive, please, almost robotic. Just… do exactly what I say, nothing more. Treat it like you’re waiting for orders.”

Both units straighten almost imperceptibly; their eyes soften, voices dropping into that gentle, dreamy register.

“Directive accepted,” they say together, in monotone.

Alex rubs the back of his neck, wondering how to get started. “Could you… take your tops off? Slowly, please.”

Without any expression on their faces, they reach for the hems of their tank tops. The white cotton rises inch by inch, revealing flat stomachs, then the soft undersides of small, bare breasts. They were no bras. The fabric lifts over their heads and is folded neatly on the floor. Their breasts are modest, beautifully shaped, with puffy, rose-colored nipples that tighten the moment the air touches them. They stay in position of attention, looking ahead.

Peter approaches them. He reaches out first with just his fingertips, brushing along Lia-01’s collarbone, tracing the delicate line where synthetic skin meets the subtle seam at her shoulder. It’s impossibly smooth, softer than anything human, yet warm and yielding like real flesh. He slides his palm down her arm, then up again, marveling at its authenticity.

“May I touch your face?” he asks quietly.

“Yes, Master Rivera,” Lia/01 answers, still monotone, eyes fixed straight ahead.

He cups Lia-01’s cheek first. The skin there is even softer, almost velvety. He lets his thumb trace the curve of her cheekbone, the gentle arch of a dark brow, the plump swell of her lower lip. He turns her head slightly left, then right, studying the flawless symmetry. He does the same to Lia-02, noticing how the glasses make her look slightly ****.

His hands drift lower. He runs both palms over their ribs, feeling the subtle rise and fall of simulated breathing. When his thumbs brush the undersides of their small breasts, the puffy nipples tighten further, darkening a shade. He exhales, almost a laugh at how perfect the reaction is.

Alex cups Lia-01’s left breast gently, lifting it, testing the weight, light, but real enough that his fingers sink in slightly. The skin is warm; the nipple stiffens against his palm. He circles it slowly with his thumb, watching her face for any flicker. Nothing. Just serene, waiting stillness.

He leans in, hesitant at first, and lets the tip of his tongue touch the peak of her nipple. He closes his lips around it, sucking softly, then a little harder, letting his tongue flick back and forth. A tiny, almost imperceptible shiver runs through her chest, the only sign she registers the sensation at all.

He moves to Lia-02, repeating the same slow worship on her right breast while his other hand keeps caressing Lia-01, rolling the wet nipple gently between thumb and forefinger. He draws her nipple deep into his mouth, sucking until it’s slick and swollen.

After long minutes he pulls back, breathing a little harder, lips tingling. Their nipples glisten faintly with his saliva, stiff and flushed. The two fembots remain perfectly still, hands loose at their sides, waiting for whatever he wants next.

Alex’s mouth is dry. “Thank you. Um… would you kiss each other? Properly, I mean. Like you really want to.”

They step closer. Lia-01 cups Lia-02’s cheek; Lia-02’s gloved hand settles at the small of Lia-01’s back. Their lips meet gently at first, then open, tongues sliding slow and deliberate. The kiss deepens; soft, wet sounds fill the quiet room. Lia-02’s glasses fog slightly. They stay like that until Alex finally speaks again.

“That was… yeah. Could you take the rest off, please? All of it, except Lia-02 can keep the glasses.”

Yoga pants slide down smooth hips in perfect unison. Trainers come off, gloves are peeled away and set aside. In moments they stand completely naked: petite, flawless, skin glowing warm in the late-afternoon light.

Alex gestures toward the rug. “Would you mind getting down on the floor for me? On your knees first, then rest your chests down… kind of foreheads on your arms, backs arched a little. However feels comfortable.”

They lower themselves gracefully, settling into the position: knees apart, small breasts pressed to the rug, rounded asses lifted high. The shape of their asses is perfect and very appealing, the neat pussies swollen and glistening with wetness, and their little butholes look immaculate and pale.

First Alex kneels behind Lia-01. He rests a gentle hand on the back of her thigh. “Is this okay to lick you?”

“Yes, Master Rivera,” she answers.

He leans in and drags his tongue slowly along her, one long, flat lick from her clit upward. The taste is immediate and startling: warm, faintly sweet, like strawberries. A tiny shiver runs through her. He takes his time: slow circles around her clit, gentle flicks, long laps that make her breath hitch in quiet, measured gasps. When her thighs start to tremble he keeps the rhythm steady until her whole body tenses in a soft, muted orgasm; just a small, restrained shudder and a whispered “mmh” against her own arm.

When she settles, Peter shifts to Lia-02, murmurs another quiet “Okay?” and repeats everything. Same strawberry taste, same careful attention. Until she comes just as quietly, back arching a fraction deeper. Peter notices a slight dilation of the anus. What a shame that this demonstration does not allow for penetration.

He alternates between them for long, unhurried minutes, savoring the warmth, the faint sweetness, the way their bodies respond so perfectly yet so obediently.

Eventually he sits back, breathing hard. “Thank you… both of you. I’d like you to… go down on each other. Slowly. Take your time with it. I just want to watch.”

They rearrange without a word. Lia-01 stretches out on her back; Lia-02 settles above her in perfect reverse, knees framing her partner’s head. Mouths find each other at the same moment. The sounds are soft, intimate: slow licks, gentle suction, the occasional muffled sigh. Strawberry scent lingers in the air.

Alex stands, pulls his T-shirt over his head, steps out of his shoes and socks, then pushes his jeans and boxers down, without missing a single bit of the action. He stands over the girls, right above them, and strokes himself lazily as he watches. Two identical petite bodies intertwined on his living-room rug, tongues moving in mirrored devotion. He lets the moment stretch, saying nothing, simply taking it in while the sealed crate (and Nana inside it) waits patiently in the center of the room.

Alex’s voice is low, almost shy at first.

“Can you… finger each other? Would that be considered penetrative for the demo rules?”

Lia-02 lifts her head just enough to answer, lips glistening.

“Digital penetration between units is permitted during induction. Only penetration of the registered owner is restricted.”

He nods, relieved. “Okay. Lia-01, would you lie on your back, legs open? And Lia-02… kneel between them. Use two fingers inside her, nice and slow. With your other hand… tease her ass a little. Circle it, press gently, whatever feels right.”

They rearrange smoothly. Lia-01 settles back, knees falling wide. Lia-02 kneels between them. Both bodies now have the faint shine of sweat. One hand slides two fingers into Lia-01 with a soft, wet sound. The pussy takes in the fingers with smooth lips and abundant lubrication. Lia-02 uses her other hand to trace small circles around the tight ring of her butthole. Lia-01’s breath catches in tiny, measured hitches. Alex watches, transfixed, as Lia-02 curls her fingers in a steady rhythm, thumb occasionally brushing the clit above. He decides to lower himself over Lia-01, placing his ballsack directly onto her mouth. After several long minutes Lia-01’s hips lift once, a muted tremor rolling through her. A clear, warm rush spills over Lia-02’s hand; she squirts quietly, just a soft gush that leaves a big stain on the rug. Lia-01’s only sound is a faint, dreamy “ah…” before her body relaxes again.

Alex stands and exhales shakily. “Thank you. That was… incredible.” Both girls are now sitting on the floor, waiting for instructions.

“Could you both come here now, please, right in front of me, on your knees?”

They rise and kneel in front of him on the rug. His cock is heavy and aching.

“Lia-01 please use your mouth, nice and slow.”

She leans forward, full lips parting, tongue flicking out to taste the bead of precum at his tip before sliding him in. The heat is perfect, the suction gentle but firm. Lia-02 watches closely and waits for her turn. After a while, Peter threads fingers into her ponytail and guides her a little deeper, then a little faster, hips rocking in shallow thrusts. Her throat relaxes easily; he can feel the soft flutter each time he nudges the back.

After a while, he takes his cock out of Lisa01’s mouth and inserts it into her colleague’s.

Lia-02 takes over seamlessly, glasses glinting as she looks forward, expressionless, lips stretching around his shaft, her whole body collaborating in the task. She takes him deeper on the first try, nose brushing his stomach, throat working in slow swallows. She goes all the way out and back in without one sign of struggle. He grabs her little head with two hands and fucks her mouth slowly. Lisa01 is looking on, her face serious and slimy.

“Now both of you.”

They move together, one tongue on each side of his cock, lips meeting around the head, sliding down in tandem. The sensation is overwhelming: two warm mouths, four hands gently cupping his balls, stroking his thighs. He holds both her heads and locks them in, as he pushes his cock back and forth in between their mouths.

“Lia-02… move behind me, please. Lick my butthole.” He instructs as he pivots to face Lia-01.

She circles and reaches for his bum. Soft hands spread his cheeks and dives in. Her tongue traces a slow, wet circle, then presses inside. Just the tip, warm and deliberate. Alex groans, pushing back slightly against the gentle intrusion. It’s a strange wet sensation, but he likes it a lot.

Minutes blur. He has them alternate: one mouth on his cock, the other licking or penetrating his ass with soft, steady strokes of her tongue. When the pleasure edges too close he pulls away, breathing hard.

“Up here now. Suck my nipples.”

They rise together. Lia-01 takes his left nipple between soft lips, sucking gently, flicking with her tongue. Lia-02 mirrors on the right, teeth grazing just enough to make him shiver.

He lets it build, hips rocking into empty air, every nerve alight. His cock is on the verge, but he is trying hard to stay on the edge.

Finally his voice is rough. “I’d like to come now. Go back to standing position.”

After gathering his breath, he addresses the robots. “New role, please. You’re fembot nurses. You need a full sperm sample for analysis. Collect it orally, swallow, and give me the report.”