Explore her mods and give her a new name

It was obvious that you weren't going to get any further with your Love Doll while her tits were still leaking milk, so you ended up giving her permission to get off your bed and go drain them. She quickly ran off to the bathroom, and of course she locked the door behind her, so you are **** to settle for jacking off alone while imagining what she must look like squeezing those huge boobs of hers to empty them. Once you had finished and tossed the used tissue into the trash, you were able to actually focus on getting some actual schoolwork done.

In a fortuitous moment of timing that that you thought was only possible in fictional stories, you finished your homework just as you hear the door opening behind you. You swiveled your chair around to see your Love Doll entering the room with a sheepish, uneasy look on her face. Since she didn't say anything, you decided to break the ice by asking her, "Feeling better now?"

"No thanks to you," she answered, "I was starting to think it would never stop coming out. Do you have any idea just how much of a hassle it is to drain those things? What am I talking about, of course you don't..."

"I'll consider ordering you a pair of breast pumps," you said, "But I did choose that mod so that I could squeeze it out myself at some point, and occasionally take a drink directly from the nipple."

She rolled her eyes and let out a sigh, "Ugh, of course that's what you were planning. Fucking pervert..."

You shrugged, "Hey, you're my Love Doll remember? Your entire purpose is to satisfy my fetishes."

"If I remember correctly, my actual purpose is to test how good you are at turning me into your personal Stepford wife," she retorted. A grimace came over her face, "Ugh, just saying that out loud makes my skin crawl... I can't believe Mr. LaVerne would do this to me."

"Me neither," you said, "But hey, if I get a free Love Doll out of it, I can't be too upset."

"As said free Love Doll, let me tell you that I am very upset about it," she reiterated, "But that doesn't really matter, does it? I'm not even the real Alex. She's the one who really deserves to be angry about it."

"True," you said, "If it makes you feel any better, from what I've heard she's absolutely furious about this whole thing."

"Oh, I know," she said, "I can still remember going to the principal and complaining about it. And all that jackass did was tell me... her, to 'toughen up' and do whatever Mr. LaVerne said if I wanted to be a teacher."

You were actually surprised to hear this. "Whoa, that's cold. I figured he'd at least let her down easy."

"Yeah," she muttered, "If there's one good thing about this situation, it's that I don't ever have to talk to that bastard again."

At this point, you saw an opportunity and took it. "You know, you don't really have to worry about any of Alex's problems. You're an entirely separate entity from her. Sure, she might have to bite her tongue and kowtow to Mr. LaVerne's demands for the sake of her future career, but that's her problem, not yours."

"Yeah, because I don't have a future career anymore," she said bitterly. After a moment though, she added, "But... you have a point. I could tell Mr. LaVerne to go fuck himself to his face the next time I see him, and it wouldn't matter one way or another. He's already taken my life away from me, what more can he even do?"

You smiled at her, "See? It's not all bad."

"Maybe not," she said, "But here's a crazy question: by that logic, why should I care about this asinine assignment at all? If I don't cooperate, he can't do jack shit, and it's not like I care if you get a failing grade."

Well crap, that's not the conclusion you wanted her to come to. You panicked for a brief moment, before you remembered something important.

"Because I care about passing the exam," you told her, "And as your owner, I'm the one person in the world that you need worry about pleasing."

"Oh really?" she sneered, "And why's that?"

You sighed, "I've been trying to explain it to you, but at this point I think it'd be more effective to show you. Lock Body, Exclude Head."

Instantly, everything below the Love Doll's neck stopped moving entirely. She looked down at her body in shock. "I... I can't move. What did you do to me?"

"I activated your body lock feature," you explained, standing up from your chair, "I can do that whenever I want."

You pick up the Love Doll instruction manual and hold it up to her, "According to this, there's a whole lot more I can do with you. I haven't quite read through the whole thing yet, but I've already learned some pretty cool tricks."

You walk up to her and tweak her nipple through her clothes. She was so tall that the top of your head barely reached her shoulder, but even with her height advantage all she could do was look down at you and impotently snap, "Stop that!"

"Even if you weren't frozen right now, you couldn't make me," you told her, "Love Dolls can't cause any physical harm to humans outside of consensual preprogrammed S&M scenarios."

Realizing **** wasn't an option for her, she meekly said, "Y-You said you weren't going to **** yourself on me..."

"Don't worry, I'm not going to go further than this," you said, before adding, "Yet. Like I said, I want to give you time to come to terms with everything. This is just me helping you do that."

You slipped your hands down to the bottom of her shirt and rolled it up over her breasts, freeing the large brown orbs so they could grace you with a glorious titty drop. As you started squeezing and playing with them again, you told her, "Hell, right now I probably know more about your new body than you do. Like for example, did you know that each of these breasts can store a maximum of 25 fluid ounces of milk? And that they can refill themselves in as little as a half hour at your maximum output speed? Speaking of which..."

You happened to give her right boob a particularly rough squeeze at this point, and were rewarded with a droplet of milk forming on her nipple. Temptation and curiosity overtook you, and you leaned forward and licked it off of her nipple. Even this small drop had a rich and creamy flavor, with just the barest hint of saltiness that you assumed was from the Love Doll's skin. You already wanted more, and you did manage to get her other breast to release a drop of its own, but unfortunately it seemed like she was otherwise tapped out for the moment.

Your Love Doll let out a small, high-pitched whimper as your tongue flicked her left nipple. Once she managed to recollect herself, she said, "How the fuck could I possibly know that? How do you know that?"

"It's all in your manual, under the subchapter talking about your lactation mod," you explained, "It also says that I can control how fast your milk production is or even turn it off entirely, adjust how much leakage there is, set triggers to turn on and off your production, and even specify how you can be milked, including whether you can milk yourself or not."

As you listed all of this, you could see her getting more and more frightened as it sunk in just how much control you have over her. Finally, she managed to **** out a feeble, "You're bluffing... there's no way you can do all of that."

You let go of her breasts and gesture to the manual, "Read it for yourself. Actually, before you do, now would be a great time to test out a special feature of your bilingual mod. Set English to 5%."

You stepped back and waited a moment for her to move, but all she does is glare at you and say, "No puedo moverme."

She looked surprised that she spoke Spanish, but before she had time to fully process it you chuckled and said, "Oops, almost forgot. Disengage Body Lock."

She stumbled in place briefly as she regained control of her body, then scowled at you and took the time to pull her shirt back down over her chest. Once she managed to get her breasts more or less covered again, she walked over to the manual and picked it up. As she started flipping through it however, a look of horror began to dawn on her face.

"Having a bit of trouble?" you asked her.

"¿Qué me hiciste?" she asked, angrily tossing the manual back down on the desk.

"What was that?" you asked with a grin.

She scowled at you, then very slowly repeated herself, this time in heavily accented English, "What... did you... do...?"

"I dialed down your fluency in English, both spoken and written, from the default of 50% to 5%," you explained, "Which if my math is correct would mean it's now about... a tenth of what it used to be. Right now it can barely be considered a second language to you. The only reason you can even still understand me as well as you do is because I'm your owner, who you are hard-coded to always understand regardless of language settings. If I were anyone else, you'd have as much trouble understanding what I'm saying as you are reading that manual. On the upside, at 95% Spanish you've got a perfect Mexican accent."

She went off on you at this point, shouting at you in Spanish at such a fast rate that you couldn't even keep up with what she was saying. When she finally calmed down enough to realize you didn't understand a word of what she just said, she took a deep breath and spoke slowly, doing her best to get her point across in English, "That... es imposible. Señor LaVerne... say... you no permite... allowed, to afectar... my mind..."

"Yeah, about that. After you... sorry, Alex stormed off in a huff, I had a chat with Mr. LaVerne about that. It turns out that what he considers 'your mind' is actually your thoughts, memories, emotions, and sexual behavior. As long as those things about you remained intact, and what we chose wouldn't compromise the overall test results, he was actually willing to give us quite a bit of leeway in the kind of mods we had put in you. So your language skills were fair game."

She looked like she was about to argue further, but thought better of it and pursed her lips. Eventually she asked, "How long you keep me... no understand... ingles?"

You could tell from the look on her face that she knew that wasn't right. Luckily for her, your answer was, "Don't worry, I wasn't planning to leave you like this for very long. I just wanted to show you that I could. Now, ask me nicely and I'll restore your fluency in English."

She gave you a scathing glare.

You crossed your arms. "I'm waiting."

You weren't sure if holding firm like that would actually work, but eventually she caved and asked, "Señor... can I... speak ingles... again, por favor?"

You shrugged, "Eh, close enough. Set English to 42%."

"Forty-two?" she asked, "It was at fifty before, you... wait, why do I still have an accent?"

"Hey, you're speaking English again, aren't you?" you pointed out, "I just figured you'd want to sound more like the real deal."

"The original Alex doesn't have a Mexicana accent!" she snapped.

"I was talking about Sombra," you said, "You know, the character your new body is based on."

"Oh," she said, looking in the mirror at her new body, "...I don't know who that is."

"I'll fill you in later," you offered, "But I'm glad that you're already getting used to referring to the original Alex as a separate person."

"Yeah, well you have made it abundantly clear that I'm no longer her," she said sadly, still looking at herself in the mirror, "I don't even look or sound like Alex anymore... so there's not really a point to holding onto that identity much anymore is there? Not to say I'm just going to let go of it all at once or anything, but..."

"Would it help if I gave you a new name?" you asked her.

She turned around to face you again, "A... a new name?"

"Yeah. Like you said, you're obviously not Alex anymore, and I don't want to just keep calling you 'Love Doll' all the time. It'd be a good way to affirm your new identity as separate from hers."

She thought about it for a moment, then said, "...Okay, that makes sense. Fine. But it better be an actual name; I will not be answering to something ridiculous like 'Jiggletits'."

"Relax, I wasn't thinking about anything like that," you assured her, "I was thinking something more like Olivia."

"Olivia?" she asked. She repeated the name to herself a couple of times.

"We can change it later if one of us thinks of something better," you told her.

"No no, Olivia is..." She paused, then with a nod said, "...I'm okay with that. It's a nice sounding name. Thanks for choosing something normal."

"You're welcome," you said, debating with yourself whether or not to tell her why you chose that name in particular.

Before you could come to a decision on that, the newly christened Olivia put a hand on her stomach, "Hey, I'm getting kind of hungry, can I get some-" She blinked, "Wait a second... how can I be hungry? I thought Love Dolls didn't need to eat."

"They don't," you said with a frown, "Hang on a second, I think I saw something about this in the manual..."

You picked up the booklet again and flipped through it until you found what you were looking for, "Got it! It's part of your lactation mod. Apparently it makes the milk from biomatter that you take in. By default, if you go too long with an 'empty tank', it activates a signal that it needs to be refilled which, quote, 'the humanlike mind of a Love Doll will likely interpret as a feeling of hunger'. But other than not making milk, there isn't any real downside to you ignoring it. In fact, it says here I can turn it off with-"

"No!" she yelled, startling you with the **** behind it. After a moment she explained, "I... I know it's just something to motivate me to keep fulfilling your creep- sorry, niche lactation fetish. But it's comforting that I can still feel hunger. It makes me feel human. Please do not take that away from me."

You shrugged, "Hey, I'm perfectly happy leaving it on if it means those milkers get filled up again."

"Ugh, please don't call my pechos that," she said, "I mean... ah, forget it. So what am I going to eat? I don't have any weird dietary restrictions now, do I?"

"Quite the opposite, actually," you said, looking over the manual, "According to this, you can break down pretty much any biomatter you eat with perfect efficiency. You'd be completely fine eating nothing but grass for the rest of your life. Or raw meat. Or even-"

"Okay, I get it," she said with a look of disgust on her face, "I hope you aren't actually thinking about doing something like that."

"Of course not," you told her, "I figure we could have dinner together and see if we can bond a little. You know, like a-"

"If you say 'date', I will lock myself in the bathroom for the rest of the night."

"Alright, alright, fine," you relented, "Then it'll be like a... a friendly get-together. That better?"

"Not much," she grumbled, "But if I'm going to be stuck living with you from now on, I might as well try to get more comfortable around you."

She looked down sheepishly and admitted, "This... this is a bit embarrassing to admit given that I... Alex, was your T.A., but... I don't even know your name."

"It's Derrick," you told her, "Derrick Rhodes."

She gave you an awkward half-smile and jokingly said, "That's a better name than 'kid on the left aisle'. So what's on the menu tonight, Derrick?"