Chinese takeout and reading up on the exam

You actually didn't know the answer to that question. You were so focused on getting your Love Doll to submit that you hadn't even thought about dinner. Now that the topic was brought up though, your stomach began to rumble.

"Let me check," you said, "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."

"Like I even can," Olivia said, sitting down on the edge of your bed and picking up her manual.

Heading out of the bedroom, you made your way downstairs to find your mother, eventually finding her watching a reality show on TV. You approached her and asked, "Hey Mom, what's the plan for dinner?"

Your mom paused the TV, then looked over and asked, "Getting hungry?" When you nodded, she said, "Your father's running late, so he's picking up Chinese on the way home. Did you want something specific?"

"Nah, he knows what I want," you said, "But I'm hoping he can pick up an extra order for my Love Doll."

Your mom's interest visibly piqued at this, "Oh? Is she cooperating with you now?"

"Barely," you said, "But I don't think she'll try to lock herself in the upstairs bathroom anymore."

Your mom chuckled, "Your sister will be happy to hear that. Anyway, if you want your father to get something for her, you should text him quick. He's already on his way home."

"Got it," you said, whipping out your phone to begin texting your dad on the way back upstairs.

As you do, your mom shouted after you, "And tell your Doll she's welcome to come down and eat with us if she wants!"

"I'll pass it along!" you shout back before focusing on your phone again. You managed to send the text just as you reentered your room. Looking up, you are pleased to see that Olivia is reading on the bed right where you left her.

"Find anything interesting in there?" you asked.

"Oh!" she squeaked in surprise, briefly glancing up at you before looking back down at the manual, "Nothing you probably don't already know at this point... it's just weird to think that this is all talking about me, you know? It reads like any other instruction manual for a sex toy."

"And you have experience reading sex toy instruction manuals?" you asked her with a smirk. She didn't answer the question, but even from the doorway you could see her brown cheeks take on a red blush.

Deciding to have mercy, you changed the subject rather than press her, "Anyway, my dad's picking up Chinese. Do you want anything in particular?"

She thought for a moment, then answered, "Sweet and sour chicken. I-If it's not too much trouble."

"Not at all," you said, going back to your phone as you received an answer from your father.

You know Love Dolls don't need to eat right?

Deciding not to elaborate about the mod that made her hungry, you simply answered him with, Yeah but she still wants food rn and it'll help her adjust better. Can you please pick up the sweet & sour chicken for her?

You glanced over at Olivia, who even sitting was about as tall as you were standing, then added, And make it the largest size they have. She's pretty big.

Will do, your father answered, adding a moment later, I'll be home soon. Can't wait to meet her ; )

You send your dad a thumbs up, then pocketed your phone and said to Olivia, "Dad's on his way. Oh, and both he and Mom are excited to meet you."

She set aside the manual, looking very uneasy. Quietly she asked, "Do I have to?"

"Not tonight," you answered, "But you're going to be living here for as long as I am, so you'll need to meet them eventually, along with my sister Debbie."

Olivia looked down at her body with a frown, thinking over what you said. Eventually she told you, "Yeah, I know that. But I don't know if I'm ready to have them see... this. I don't even have proper clothes. My pezones are jutting out of this shirt like icebergs."

"You got a point there..." you admitted, following her gaze down at the nipples threatening to burst from the confines of her t-shirt, "What if you had clothes that fit properly? Would you be okay with people seeing you then?"

Olivia didn't respond right away, but eventually she muttered, "Maybe..."

You thought about this briefly, then told her, "Okay then, here's what we'll do. I'll let you hide yourself away up here until Friday. By then the clothes I ordered for you should have arrived. But you have to come out on that day anyway, so you will be meeting them then. Since Debbie only comes home from college on the weekends anyway it lines up-"

Olivia held up her hand to interrupt you, "Hold up. What do you mean by that? Why do I have to come out on Friday?"

"Oh right, you still haven't seen the exam rubric," you said, "Every Friday, all of us have to bring our Love Dolls to be interviewed about their progress in front of the class."

Her eyes go wide at the bombshell you just dropped on her, "What? Y-You mean everyone is going to see me... I'm going to see me, like this?"

You nodded, "Yup. Same as all the others."

"All the others..." she muttered to herself, as if she only just remembered that she was only one Alex Love Doll of many. After a long moment, she let out a weary sigh and said, "I know I'm going to regret asking this, but what else do I have to do for the exam? Might as well get any other nasty surprises out of the way now."

"It's all in the exam document Mr. LaVerne sent us," you said, going over to your computer, "Let me bring it up and we can read through it together..."

"Ugh, I hope your dad gets here soon," Olivia muttered, "I think I'm going to need some comfort food to get through this."

Thankfully for Olivia, you only just got started reading through the document before you heard your father walk in through the front door. You left your Doll to keep reading while you ducked out to grab your food. Your parents were disappointed to hear that you two weren't going to join them, but understood once you explained the situation to them. Carrying up the boxes with one hand and a drink for yourself with the other, you returned to find Olivia hunched over your monitor reading over the part near the beginning about the interview process. You suspect that the only reason she wasn't sitting down in her chair was because she was hesitant to try squeezing that huge ass of hers between the armrests.

"What part are you on now?" you asked as you set her chopsticks and box of sweet and sour on the desk by her.

"It says here that Mr. LaVerne will have this computer that, if I'm reading this right, can read my mind to tell if I'm lying," she said, "He can't actually do that, can he?"

"I don't see why not," you said, sitting back down in your chair and popping your own box open, "Your brain may be mimicking how Alex would think, but it's still just a computer like any other. I imagine anyone with the right hookups and a program capable of reading the code it runs on can see what you're thinking."

"Ugh, of course..." Olivia muttered, looking tired of being reminded yet again that she's not a real person. She opened her box and broke her chopsticks apart, then popped a piece of chicken in her mouth before saying, "Let's get this over with."

You both proceeded to read through the document while you ate. However, a lot of the early stuff was just explanations about how the project is meant to form a 'patriarchal family unit' between the student (you) and the subject (her), and how it relates to the rest of the course, which didn't exactly make for thrilling reading for either of you and resulted in a lot of skimming and yada yadas. It wasn't until you got to the grading rubric that Olivia's full attention returned to the monitor.

"50% of the grade is whether I have sex with you or not..." she said bitterly, "Yeah, you already told me that part... what the fuck?"

She set her now half-empty box of food aside as she leaned in to read the next part aloud, "'Up to 10% for 'Breeding' - whether the subject is pregnant on the final day of class, and how visible said pregnancy is to a casual observer.' Mierda..."

"Don't worry about that," you reassured her, "I have no intention of becoming a teen dad just for an A+. Though that does mean we'll need to make up the grade in the other categories."

"Oh, like getting to do these instead is supposed to make me feel better!" Olivia snapped, tears beginning to stream down her face as she angrily read though said categories, "Up to 10% for 'Domestication' - the subject's willingness to perform tasks for her student! Up to 10% for 'Adventurousness' - the subject's willingness to have lewd or unpleasant things done to her! Oh, and here's the kicker: up to 10% for 'Exhibitionism' - the subject's willingness to 'share herself' with the class! He want you to pass me around like a goddamn football!"

"I don't think we have to go that far," you said, "From what I understand, it's more along the lines of you being willing to let me do sexual stuff with you in front of other people. You know, like me slapping your ass or rubbing your crotch..."

"...or fucking me in front of all your friends while they cheer you on and call me a slut!" she wailed. She dropped her butt down on the floor with a loud thud, burying her face in her hands as she sobbed, "This is all so fucked... I can't do this..."

Despite knowing this was part of the acceptance process, you couldn't help but feel bad for Olivia. You sat down on the floor next to her and, with some hesitation, put an arm around her shoulder. To your shock, she didn't immediately push you off of her, so you ended up pulling the much larger woman into a side hug and letting her cry as you held her.

You sit like that for several minutes, her bawling her eyes out while you held her silently. Eventually, her cries weaken into quiet, choked sobs. It was only then that she finally lifted her head and looked down at you. The mascara that she had been wearing since she first got out of the pod was now running in black streaks down her cheeks, and her purple eyeshadow and lipstick were a smudged mess.

"...I know I don't have a choice..." she said softly, "N-No matter what, even if I k-keep fighting this until the end of the year... y-you're just going to use those commands to make me c-compliant the m-moment they're unlocked. A-And why wouldn't you? It's what I was... was m-made for..."

You didn't respond. You didn't have to. You both knew she was right.

She paused to sniffle, then continued, "B-But... a-as fucked up as I know it is for me to s-say this... th-thank you... f-for at least g-giving me a chance to... to p-process all this... a-and for not... for not forcing me to... to have sex with you... when I f-first woke up. E-Even though you could have."

To this, you simply said, "You're welcome."

Composing herself ever so slightly, she grabbed the arm you had around her and carefully but firmly pulled it away, "Don't think this means I'm even remotely happy about any of this, or that I'm suddenly okay with give you a blowjob or anything. I don't care how futile it might be, I'm not just going to roll over and accept being your sex doll."

"I know," you said, standing up again, "Hopefully that will change before the end of the year. But that's still months away, and I'm in no rush. We'll get to that point one day."

She groaned in frustration and stood back up, "Fuck, you just had to ruin the moment, didn't you?"

You stood up after her, "I'm just saying, it's going to happen one way or another. But I'm hoping that you'll come to accept it on your own. You might even find it fun."

"Yeah, we'll see about that," she scoffed.

She went back and grabbed her sweet and sour chicken to finish it off, but after only a couple more bites brought a hand up to rub her breast, "Son of a... I swear I can actually feel my boobs filling back up. Am I really going to have to drain these things after every meal?"

"Looks like it," you muttered, your eyes locked on her massive bust. As Olivia went back to eating, you started thinking to yourself. How long were you really going to wait before you tested those puppies out for yourself? With one sentence, you could make it so that she wouldn't be able to empty herself without your help, or freeze her in place so you could suck on those tits to your heart's desire. You could even keep her backed up until she begged you herself to milk her. The longer you thought about it, the more the possibilities, and temptation to act on them, grew.

However, you also knew that Olivia was currently in a rather fragile emotional state. Sure you could do any or all of that stuff now, but it would likely hurt your chances of getting on her good side in the long term. You knew you were going to do what you wanted with those tits eventually, and by now she likely knew it too... the real question is, how long were you actually going to wait?