Sombra (Overwatch) / Alexandra Meaney (Teacher's Assistant): 7 Feet Tall, G-Cup Lactating Tits, Bilingual Mod (Spanish)

You are Derrick Rhodes, a senior at an obscure all-boys private school. Despite looking the part of a lanky bespectacled nerd, you aren't exactly a top student. Sure you got through your classes alright, but you never really pushed yourself to excel academically, and at this point you were just planning to coast through the rest of the year while deciding which colleges to apply for, or whether you wanted to go right away at all (not that you were planning on admitting that to your parents anytime soon). Hence why you registered for the 'Family Studies' course the school was offering; it sounded like one of those classes that would be low effort and an easy A.

Oh how wrong you were. Within a week, Mr. LaVerne - your balding, bird-like teacher - had buried you in readings about nuclear families and the history of suburbia. While it wasn't tough enough to make you want to drop the class, it certainly caught you off-guard. And on the first Monday in October, you learned just how involved this class was truly going to be when Mr. LaVerne distributed a stack of strange forms to the class.

"Now, all of your parents have already been informed of the nature of this assignment and contributed the necessary funds," the teacher announced, casting his sharp-eyed gaze around the room, "All that remains is to sign the form before you to customize the... subject of your practical exam, which I will be grading throughout the term."

One of your fellow classmates, Jimmy something, raised his hand and interjected, "Subject? What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, didn't I mention?" Mr. LaVerne replied with a smirk, "Each of you will be receiving a life-sized, fully-functional copy of our wonderful TA here - your very own Alex Meaney Love Doll."

Every eye in the classroom turned to the girl in question. Alexandra Meaney was Mr. LaVerne's teacher's assistant. A timid brunette, Alex sits toward the front of the classroom at her own little desk each day for all to see... And she knows it, too. You've never seen her dressed in anything but dark leggings and a sweater, and you still have only the faintest impression of the curves that lie beneath. But her luscious lips, cutely attractive face and the way her honey-brown bangs always dip down to obscure her right eye have somehow kept the attention of you and most of the class nonetheless.

Now though, the color was draining from the poor girl's face as she realized just what exactly this assignment was going to mean for her.

"W-What? No!" she sputtered, rising from her desk in a sudden fury, "This is... I never agreed to anything about this!"

Then she gestured angrily at you and the rest of the class, demanding that you all "rip those up!" before stomping out of the room and off down the hall to inform the principal.

"Show a little skin next time you come in, won't you? The class could use a little eye candy!" Mr. LaVerne sneered after her, obviously unconcerned about any possible consequences of the exchange.

You tore yourself away from the volatile exchange to look down at your customization form in disbelief. Were you really about to get your very own Love Doll? You had thought about it in the past - most single guys nowadays have - but when you looked up how much one would cost you assumed you'd have to wait a couple of years at least before you had the disposable income to blow on even a basic model. But thanks to this class, you were about to get a custom Doll, without having to spend a single cent yourself!

Of course, like with everything in life that seemed free, there were a few stipulations.

"Now, as you may have noticed, the mental half of the form has already been filled out for you," Mr. LaVerne explained, "For this exam, all of your Love Dolls are going to start with the same unaltered mind of Alex Meaney, who will serve as our control subject. It will be your job to use what you learn in this class to mold your copy of Alex into the ideal submissive housewife for yourself."

"That'll be a cinch!" your friend Marcus said aloud, "I'll just dial her submissiveness and affection to the max and ace your exam within a week!"

"Sorry to burst your bubble, but I've already made a special arrangement with the Love Doll Corporation to disable those features for the duration of the exam," Mr. LaVerne said, "You'll still be able to issue commands to her body, such as locking her in place or deactivating her for storage, but when it comes to her mental state or sexual behaviors, you'll have to change her mind through more conventional methods. If you fail at that, I'm afraid you'll just have to wait until those functions are reactivated at the end of the year, though ideally no one passing this class should need those commands by then."

The teacher waited a moment for everyone to let out their collective frustration about this, then continued, "I will be sending you all an email with the full exam details and grading criteria on it, so be sure to look that over before your Doll arrives. Once you have filled out your form and have it approved by me, you may leave for the day. Feel free to come and talk to me if you have any questions about possible modifications you wish to make to your Love Doll."

Several other students had started filling out their forms before he had even finished talking, and you couldn't exactly blame them. They were likely just as excited as you were at the idea of owning a Love Doll, even with the restrictions your teacher put in place.

However, you hesitated at first. You had thought about all the different ways you would customize a Love Doll if you ever got the chance, but now that the form was actually in front of you, it was hard to narrow it down to three options. And while it did help that you were able to discard most ideas involving mental tampering, it still took some time before you settled on an idea you thought you would be happy with.

Once you had a short list of modification ideas, you decided it would be best to make sure what you wrote would actually be accepted. So you waited until Mr. LaVerne wasn't occupied by someone else, then got up and went up to his desk, "Um, excuse me, Mr. LaVerne? I wanted to discuss some potential modifications to my Love Doll..."

A little over a week later you were busy playing Overwatch on your computer. You actually hadn't played the game in a while, but excitement over your incoming Love Doll had renewed your interest in the game, or at least running around hacking things as Sombra while you were waiting for the 'real' thing to show up.

Just as you were finishing up your latest match, there was a knock at your front door. A few moments later, you heard your mom shout up, "Derrick! You've got a package!"

When you made your way downstairs, you saw your mom next to a very large box lying on the floor. With her help you just barely managed to get it up the stairs and to your room, where you cut it open to reveal the white egg-shaped pod within.

Your mom looked down at the pod and said, "So this is it. Your... Your Love Doll. It's bigger than I thought it would be."

"Um, y-yeah," you say awkwardly, "It's one of the things I asked for. She's gonna be pretty tall."

"Oh, okay." Then after a moment, "Aren't you going to open it?"

"No offense Mom, but given just, uh, what this thing is, I'd rather be alone when I turn it on. Besides, I heard they come... um, naked."

Your mom let out a tiny, "Oh. Yeah, I guess that would make sense, seeing as it's a..."

"Mom, please get out of my room," you told her, getting more flustered by the minute.

"Sorry, sorry," she said, going to the door, "I'll give you two some privacy. Holler if you need me." And with that, she closed it, leaving you alone with the container. For good measure, you lock the door behind her to keep her from barging back in, then go to the pod and open the hatch.

The pod opens with a white mist right out of a sci-fi movie, and inside you see your Love Doll curled up inside, exactly how you ordered her. She was the spitting image of Sombra from the game, or at least a naked flesh-and-blood version of her, even having the cybernetic implants installed on the shaved side of her head, though oddly enough they were grey rather than the striking neon purple you are used to.

However, that wasn't the only difference between her and the one in the game. You weren't sure exactly how tall Sombra was supposed to be, but it definitely wasn't the Amazonian size of the woman before you. And while the Love Doll's nudity confirmed what you always suspected of Sombra having a plump, delicious booty underneath her clothes, you knew for a fact that the game version didn't have the massive milkers that yours had resting on her chest. You were immediately tempted to squeeze them right that second, but you knew that she'd activate the moment you touch her, and you had one last thing you wanted to do first.

You picked up the instruction manual that fell out of the box while you were pulling the pod out. You skim through it enough that you at least know the basics of what to expect, specifically how the custom modifications you requested were going to work. Once you feel that you have a firm grasp of that, you set the manual aside and go over to the Love Doll to activate it. You almost do something simple, like stroking her cheek or rubbing her shoulder, but feeling a little cheeky you decided that there is only one proper way you can do it.

You leaned over the Doll's face, and poked her nose with your index finger. "Boop."

The moment you touch her, the cybernetics along her skull lit up, taking on the more familiar purple color you were expecting to see. Then the Doll seemed to come to life, her face scrunching up a bit before her eyes slowly opened, revealing them to be purple just like the cybernetics and highlights in her hair. She looked up at you in a dazed stupor for a brief moment, before her eyes shot completely open as she realized she wasn't in her bed, or wherever she was a second ago.

The resulting scream is loud enough to make you stumble back to your bed in a rapid retreat. And good thing too, since she was now in full panic mode, her limbs flailing wildly as she upends the pod in her hurry to get away. She scrambled to her feet, towering over you and almost everything else in the room, and hastily made her way to the door. She then started jiggling the knob in a futile attempt to open it, too panicked to notice it was locked at first.

"Whoa, hey, calm down!" you told her, "You'll break the door!"

"Fuck the door, I..." she growls, then pauses. She puts a hand to her throat, noticing at the same time you do that even her voice sounds more like Sombra's than Alex's, though it lacks the distinct Mexican accent of the former. Her eyes continue drifting downwards as she takes in the huge breasts resting on her chest in disbelief.

Taking advantage of this moment of clarity on her part, you said, "Look, I know this is hard for you to accept, but maybe you should take a few deep breaths and..."

Any hope of her doing what you said and calming down died in the moment her eyes drifted over to the full length mirror on your closet door. Forgetting that you were even there, she slowly made her way over to the mirror to look at her new body. With a look of absolute horror on her face, she raised a shaky hand to run across the shaved side of her head, then her giant boobs once more. You were about to say something to her, but it was drowned out by another ear-piercing scream.

She ran to the door and frantically started to try and unlock it. Before she could do so however, you quickly barked out, "Deactivate!"

At the sound of your voice, her cybernetics went dark and she stopped moving entirely. You cautiously made her way over to her and ever so gently tried to take her hands off the doorknob. Her fingers gave way and opened up easily, and realizing that you could manipulate her body like a mannequin, you eased the Love Doll onto the floor.

There was a loud knocking on the other side of your door, and your mother's voice said, "Derrick? Is everything okay in there?"

"Yeah Mom!" you shouted back, "She's just having some trouble adjusting. I'll figure something out."

You weren't entirely sure what that 'something' was going to be yet, but staring down at the now dark eyes of the Sombra/Alex Love Doll on your floor, you knew that you needed to come up with a plan before you woke her up again.