Wait until tomorrow and try again

You sat in thought about what to do with your unruly Love Doll for almost an hour before eventually deciding on a course of action. Unfortunately, your plan required her to remain deactivated until the next day. but you took this opportunity to look up how to take a woman's measurements online so you could order properly sized clothing for her. Afterwards you rewarded yourself by spending a bit of time squeezing and playing around with those big plush boobies of hers. You didn't do that for long though, because while they did feel fantastic, the realism of the Doll actually turned you off as it felt too much like you were playing with an **** (or dead) girl's body. Logically you knew that wasn't the case, but you still decided that for now it'd best to leave her be until you were ready to wake her up again. So you dragged her over to the pod and managed to get her back inside with some difficulty, then pushed it against the wall of your room to keep it out of the way while you tried to busy yourself with homework. And when you inevitably weren't able to focus on that, you spent the rest of the evening looking for Sombra porn to jack off to.

The next day, you headed off to school and put the first step of your plan into action. Every free moment you had between classes, you tracked down as many students from your Family Studies class as you could and asked them how things with their Alex were going. It wasn't always fruitful: a lot of the students you asked hadn't even gotten theirs delivered yet (including a very jealous Marcus), and among the ones who did a good number of them had jumped straight to forcing themselves onto the Love Doll, which wasn't something you wanted to immediately resort to if you didn't have to. Eventually though, you did manage to find a couple of guys who actually made some small amount of progress with their Alex by putting their foot down, forcing her to confront the truth of her situation, and asserting dominance over her using various methods.

There were more than twenty students in your class, so you obviously didn't have time to talk to all of them, but by the end of the day you still felt you had a half-decent idea of how to get 'Alex' to, while not actually like it, at least accept her place as your Love Doll. Thus, you spent the ride home brainstorming ideas and formulating a plan.

"Activate."

At your command, life returned to the Love Doll that was now laying on your bed. She lifted her head and saw you sitting in a chair that you moved to the foot of the bed. She let out a yell and instinctively reached up to cover her chest, only to be reminded just how much bigger it was now. In a panic she tried to get off the bed, but upon reaching the edge of the mattress she suddenly stopped, a look of confusion on her face. She turned around and tried the other side, but yet again stopped right at the edge of the mattress. You watched in silence as she crawled around in circles, trying to find some hole in her invisible barrier. Eventually she gave up, turning to face you and asking, "Why can't I get off the bed?"

"Before I reactivated you, I restricted your movement range," you answered, "You're stuck there until I say otherwise."

Realizing she was trapped with no way out, the Doll moved to the center of the bed and sat up on her knees. As her panic subsided, she calmed down and finally noticed something else. "Hey, you dressed me up while I was asleep!"

"You were turned off, not asleep," you pointed out, "But yes, I did. As my Love Doll, I have the right to dress you however I want."

"And this is all you gave me, you fucking creep?" she asked, looking down at the clothes you provided her. It wasn't very much, just a white t-shirt with Sombra's purple skull insignia on the chest and violet booty shorts. Despite getting them both in the XL sizes, they were still way too small for her gigantic proportions. Her breasts lifted the shirt enough to expose the bottom of her midriff, and strained against the fabric to the point where her nipples were visibly poking out from underneath. And the shorts were so tight that they were practically painted onto her juicy ass.

"Would you rather be talking to me naked right now?" you asked, keeping your voice firm, "Because if so, I can take the clothes back."

"...N-No," she admitted, tugging on the sleeve of the shirt as tears began forming at the corners of her eyes, "D-Don't you have anything that would fit better?"

"In case you haven't noticed yet, your new body isn't exactly a size most clothing comes in. I had to custom order everything else."

"Well maybe you shouldn't have made my tits so fucking huge then!" she shouted. She cupped her breasts with her hands and muttered, "Dios mio, these things are heavy..."

She blinked, "Wait a minute, why did I just say 'dios mio'?"

You smirked, "That's probably 'cause of the Bilingual Mod I had installed. You are now just as fluent in Spanish as you are in English."

"I am...?" she asked. After a moment, she glared at you and snarled, "¡Te odio por hacerme ver como un fenómeno, pervertido hijo de puta!"

You were taken aback by her ferocity for a second, but quickly collected yourself and said, "...I'm guessing that wasn't you thanking me for teaching you a new language."

"Thanking you?!?" she shouted angrily, "Why the hell would I be thanking you for turning me into... into this? You are such a bastardo! I mean bastard!"

"Hey, all I did was fill out an order form!" you snapped back, doing your best not to be intimidated by her, "It's not my fault you came out of the pod with the personality of a bitch! If it were up to me, you'd already be begging sex by now!"

"Yeah, I bet you'd like that from me, wouldn't you?" she said, "Well guess what? That's never going to happen!"

"Oh, yes it will!" you told her, "Fucking you is worth fifty percent of my grade, and it didn't say anything about you having to like it, so one way or another-"

"It is?"

The way that she had said that made you pause. She was looking at you in complete shock, as if...

"You didn't know that?"

She shook her head slowly, "No, I... I didn't. I never got a chance to see the grading rubric before I... before I..."

She curled up into a fetal position on the bed, and tears began flowing down her cheeks, "Oh God, it's just starting to sink in... I'm not the real Alex, am I? M-My parents aren't my parents... My friends aren't my friends. My career, my future... e-even my body. T-They aren't mine anymore..."

"No, they're not," you said, starting to feel a little bad for her, "You're just a copy of the original."

For a while the two of you just sat there without talking, her crying her eyes out and you thinking about what, if anything, you could say to make her feel better. Eventually the sobs died down, and in a shaky hoarse voice she asked, "S-So what now? Are you going to violar... r-**** me?"

"A sexbot can't be ****," you pointed out, causing her to let out another choked sob, "But no, I'm not going to **** myself on you. I want to give you a chance to come to terms with what happened to you, and accept who you are now."

"...A-And what if I don't ever 'accept it'?"

"I'll help make sure you do," you told her.

"Gee, thanks," she muttered sarcastically, "I'm sure if you fuck me enough I'll grow to love being your big-tittied cyberpunk waifu sex doll!"

"Hey, in terms of your mods you got off pretty light," you said, "Just wait until you see the Alexs some of the other guys ordered."

She shuddered at the mention of the 'other guys', "Yeah, okay, you've got a point there... other than the height, I seem relatively normal. At least I don't have anything weird like an auto-twerking ass or cat parts or... or..."

She uncurled from her position and looked down at her chest. You followed her gaze down and saw two wet spots on her t-shirt where her nipples were. Wide-eyed, the Love Doll squeezed her breasts experimentally, making the wet spots grow bigger.

Her violet eyes met yours in a venomous glare, "...Am I fucking lactating?"

Dammit, and right when you were starting to make some progress.