Leave her be... mostly

As tempted as you were to tear her shirt off right that second and suck on those titties like there's no tomorrow, you decided to leave Olivia alone. While you both knew it was only a matter of time until you had your way with her boobs, it still wasn't worth completely annihilating what little progress you made with her tonight to cross that line now.

Olivia noticed you staring at her chest of course, but other than a look of mild disgust in your direction did nothing to stop you, handing you your takeout box instead. The two of you proceeded to finish your meals in relative silence while she continued reading the exam document. Once she was done, she set the empty box aside and gestured to her face, "I'm going to clean up... this, in the bathroom and drain myself again, unless you want to stop me from even doing that."

"No, go right ahead," you told her. Once she left and closed herself in the bathroom, you finished your meal, then cleaned up and brought all the trash downstairs to throw it away in the kitchen. As you were doing this, you drew the attention of your father.

"Everything going okay up there?" he asked.

"Yeah Dad, we're fine," you said, really hoping he wouldn't ask any more questions.

"Good, good... just remember that you have school tomorrow," he said, then with a wink added, "So try not to play with her all night."

"Hank!" your mom hissed.

"I won't," you said, feeling your face get red hot with embarrassment as you hurried back upstairs, not wanting to stick around to be interrogated by your nosy parents.

A good fifteen or twenty minutes after you get back to the safety of your room, Olivia returned as well. Her face no longer had any of the makeup Sombra usually wore in the game, but to no one's surprise her face was still gorgeous without it.

"Hey, you said you could stop me from making milk, right?" she asked, "Could you shut it off? I don't want to keep running back and forth to the bathroom all night, and I can already feel myself starting to fill up..."

"You'll need to get used to it, because I am absolutely not turning it off," you stated firmly. Seeing her disappointed face, you added, "But you have a point... it's starting to get annoying for me too. Tell you what, let's make a deal: I'll turn down your production rate to something more reasonable, and even turn off the leaking until you have more than one shirt. In exchange though, when your clothes do arrive I want to be able to choose what you will wear."

Yet again you are treated to that all-to-familiar look of disgust. "What? Eew, no way!"

"It's either that or I leave things as they are, and take away your ability to milk yourself at all without my help. Your call."

Olivia paced around the room, fuming and muttering swears to herself under her breath. Finally she spat, "Fine. Fine! Goddammit. It's a deal."

"Good choice. Reduce production rate to 25% of current setting and turn leaking off."

"Thanks, I guess," Olivia grumbled half-heartedly, cupping her breasts with a pout. She made her way over to the mirror and trailed her finger along the purple strips of cybernetics running along the shaved half of her head, trying and failing to get her finger underneath it, "Speaking of wearing stuff, does that manual say anything about whether I can take this off or not?"

"I don't think you can," you answered, "Then again, I don't know for sure if the actual Sombra is able to detach it or not. Either way, you're supposed to be durable and completely waterproof, so I wouldn't worry too much about it shocking you in the shower or anything."

"Figures," she grumbled, lowering her hand back to her side, "Wonder how long it's going to take for me to get used to seeing this face in the mirror..."

Rather than verbally acknowledge her identity crisis, you instead go over to your computer to play some New Vegas for a while. Realizing that you were leaving her alone for the moment, Olivia went over to your bookcase to see what reading material she could find. While you did have a good number of actual books on the shelf, she seemed unimpressed with the selection and ended up gravitating towards the graphic novels on the top shelf.

"You better not ruin any of those," you told her, "Some of them are actually worth something."

"Yeah yeah, don't worry, I'm not going to scratch your limited editions of..." she started to say, before, "...really? You have Spider-Man comics but not any Batman? What kind of nerd are you?"

"The kind who has better things to do than answer that question," you said, "Now hush, I need to focus on sneaking past these guys."

She rolled her eyes, grabbed one of the larger collections off the shelf, and went to reading while you played your game.

A few hours later, you check the time and realize it's getting late. You save your game, go to the bathroom to piss and brush your teeth, then come back in time to see Olivia is now standing and looking around the room.

"Hey, so where am I supposed to sleep?" she asked.

As you changed into your pajamas you answered, "Well, you are my Love Doll, so ideally you'd be sharing the bed with me."

"Yeah, no, there's no way that's happening," she said, crossing her arms under her chest.

"Yet," you pointed out, before continuing, "But I figured you wouldn't be open to the idea yet. While I could **** it if I really wanted to, lucky for you there's another option in this very room."

"And what would that be?" she asked.

In response, you pointed to the open pod that she arrived in, still sitting against the wall.

Olivia looked at it skeptically, "Really? You're going to make me sleep in that?"

"Yeah," you said, "You'll need to tuck your legs to fit your whole body in there. But the inside is padded, so it should be at least somewhat comfortable for you. Not as comfortable as a bed of course, but..."

"...but I'd still rather use it alone than share with you," she said, going over to the pod and climbing in. After trying to get comfortable for a bit she asked, "Can I at least have a pillow?"

"Maybe I'll get you one if you do good on Friday's interview," you said, climbing into bed, "But for now, if you want a pillow or blankets, you're going to have to come up here and sleep with me."

She scowled at you, then continued to settle herself into the pod. You were about to turn off the light and go to bed, when suddenly you hear a loud tearing sound. Sitting up and looking at the source, you see that in Olivia's attempt to curl up into a comfortable position in the pod, the too-tight and cheaply-made booty shorts she had been wearing all day had finally reached their limit. A large hole had been torn in the seat, giving you a nice window through which you could see her plump juicy ass.

"Mierda!" you heard her hiss, and she started to try and reposition herself to hide the hole from your view. But the sight of her ass had resulted in a raging boner in your pajama pants, and you knew there was no way you'd be able to get some sleep until you dealt with it.

"Don't move," you told her, shimmying your pants down as you grabbed a tissue and some lotion from the nightstand in preparation.

Olivia sat up a little and looked over her shoulder at you, "What? …Oh, gross! Do you really have to do that with me in the room?"

"If I can't jerk off with my sex doll in the room with me, what's even the point?" you retorted, before telling her, "Now put that ass back up in the air where I can see it."

"No! Fuck you!"

You glared at her, "Do it, or I'll turn on the body lock and make you do it. And if I have to resort to that, I'm going to be hot dogging those cheeks of yours instead of using my hand."

"What the fuck does 'hot dogging' mean?" she asked.

"Do you really want to find out tonight?" you asked as you squirted some lotion onto your fapping hand.

Olivia shot another glare at you, then without saying anything else she turned over in the pod so that she was face down and her ass was jutting up in the air. The position put more strain on the poor cheaply-made shorts, causing the tear to widen and expose even more of her butt.

"Fuck yes..." you whispered to yourself as you began to jerk off in bed, your eyes locked on the ass being presented to you. The longer Olivia held her 'face down ass up' position, the more her shorts continued to slowly rip, thread by thread, until practically her whole butt was jutting out of the ruined fabric. You might have even been able to see her pussy if her butt wasn't so damn juicy. It was glorious, like a brown mountain pass rising above the purple and white lands around it, and its whole purpose in life was for your pleasure.

You sped up your wanking, imagining all the things you'll use that booty for in the future. Hot dogging, spanking, twerking... and of course anal sex. It's all so tempting to do now, but before you completely lost your self control you ended up pushing yourself over the edge, and were just barely able to grab the tissue and put it over your cock head before you came.

After you finished the best jerk-off session in your life (so far), you wiped up the sperm that dripped out onto your lower torso, then got up to go to the bathroom and finish cleaning up. As you dropped the tissue in the trash on your way out, you told Olivia, "Okay, I'm done. You can stop that now."

Olivia doesn't utter a word as she drops her ass down and repositions herself in the pod, curling up in the fetal position to fit entirely inside. Once you were done cleaning up in the bathroom, you returned to your room, climb into bed, and turn off the lights.

As you begin to drift off to sleep, you hear the sound of soft whimpering coming from the pod on the floor, which was illuminated ever so slightly by the purple glow of the cybernetics. Whatever sympathy you might have had for Olivia's feelings in the moment was overridden by your exhaustion and desire for sleep. Luckily, you knew just how to deal with it.

"Mute voice," you said, and like a radio being turned off she was immediately silenced. You then turned over and closed your eyes, relaxing into your pillow as images of all the things you wanted to do with Olivia in the coming months danced in your head.