Return of the Tim

There was no dream, just the raw sound of the alarm that you turned off as soon as you heard. You opened your eyes and noticed, surprised, a white mountain occupying all your visual space, and that your pillow had a very particular shape. Your arms huged some hips. Your legs encircled some legs in black tights and boots. There was a white cock that wasn't yours.

You gulped, and there was a distinct taste in your mouth: 2B's.

Your tongue came out of its cave to flick a nipple. A loud exhalation. Then, a finger reached out and pecked your cheek.

Without detaching away from her breast, you looked at those eyes.

Pair of blue glares. Pieces of artificial infinity. You were surprised that, with their immense capacity to say things, they were not human. Wasn't this a dream? You yawned, went back to her eyes, then to her breasts. How could this not be a dream?

"Shhhhh, shhhhhh," you whispered, "keep sleeping, dear."

She pointed to her throat.

"Ohhhhhh sorry. Unmute voice."

"Thank you."

Both looked at each other for a few seconds. You brought your lips to her cheek and kissed her, then kissed her lips. She closed her eyes, and after a few more movements, returned the kiss. You dropped your head on her breasts again, still looking at her.

"Good morning," you said.

"Morning."

"So... Yesterday really happened, right?"

"Yes it did."

"Did you like it?"

"Uhh... Some parts."

Relief.

"Dear, you know I'd love nothing more than to stay with you here all day, but I have to go."

Inch by inch the skins parted. Someday you'll skip school just to lie in bed with her all day. When you were about to get up completely, she held your wrist.

"Hey," she said, "have a nice day."

You smiled.

"Thanks dear. Did you sleep well, by the way?"

"I did. Thanks for asking."

You leaned over and gave her a kiss on the forehead. She blushed immediately and a wide smile appeared on her face.

It was the first time you saw her smile like that.

Your heart fluttered.

"Dear, go to sleep. I won't deactivate you today. Just sleep, ok?"

She nodded.

As you got dressed, the girl quickly lay breathing calmly, unaware of her surroundings.

Oh dear, you thought, so beautiful, so perfect. I... I... I l... I l... I left my things in the dining room. Shhhiiit.

You went downstairs hoping your parents wouldn't be mad about it. Fortunately, you found your laptop, notebooks, and stuff arranged in a corner of the table, ready for you to take them back to your den. Which you did, thanking them.

Breakfast passed normally, with no comment from your parents.

School, that day, was not so unbearable.

Nobody, fortunately, told you anything about your smell of dried semen.

The sun bathed you with its pleasant warmth. Waking up today was probably the best thing that could have happened to you.

You didn't feel like being embittered by your own thoughts. Your mind replayed the events of the previous night over and over again. You smiled from time to time, for no apparent reason. Sometimes you even laughed softly.

TOOK A WEEK, BUT IT HAPPENED!

You won from the first kiss. Everything turned out well. You already had a big part of the grade secured, and in the best way. She kissed you back a few hours ago! She smiled at you! Oh, how beautiful, such lovely memories.

Timothy! Timothy! Timothy! You chanted to yourself in your mind.

Timothy Wells: Owner of 2B.

Thinking that almost gave you an erection. Maybe it would have if you weren't in the classroom.

I love me so much, you thought, the world is mine. Life is mine.

THERE'S NO NEED TO BE TIMOTHY WELLS THE NICE GUY ANYMORE; IT'S TIME FOR TIMOTHY WELLS THE KINKY FUCKER TO GET BACK IN ACTION!

You're going to make her love every last inch of your cock. You're going to enjoy her body as much as you can. Who's going to stop you now? Her? NOT AT ALL!

NO ONE, NO ONE IS GOING TO STOP YOU!

You didn't have to sacrifice anything or change in the slightest. In fact, she was the problem all along! You were right, Tim, you were right.

Oh, how BEAUTIFUL it is to live!

You returned home.

Opening your bedroom door, you threw your backpack over there and found your Doll reading one of your comics, lying on the bed in a pose similar to that famous Pulp Fiction poster. She had dressed again.

"Hello dear. I'm back."

She gave you a half-hearted glance, turning the page, still reading.

"Hi."

"How were you while I was gone?"

"Good."

You usually didn't talk much until your parents left.

Instead of putting on your pajamas, like you usually did, you just sat on the bed staring at nothing. This caused her to look at you, quizzical.

When your parents left, you took off everything but your underwear.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

You patted the space next to where you were sitting.

She sat down there, looking intrigued.

"Timothy? Uh, dear? Everything alright?"

You lifted her sweater and threw yourself against her tits.

"Hey. HEY." She pushed you away and quickly covered her breasts with the cloth, "Wait a minute! What do you think you're doing?"

"Uhhh... About to drink your milk?"

"What?! B-but..."

"Look, I already asked you how you are. I've already fulfilled my duty as a husband."

"WHAT?!"

"...Now fulfill yours as a wife and sextoy."

"Y-you... I... I t... You're the fucking worst!"

You grabbed her cheeks and tried to kiss her, but she turned her head and pushed you back.

"No, NO!"

"Don't scream, please. The neighbors might get scared."

"I don't ca-

"Besides, there are better reasons to scream."

You winked. She grimaced.

"See? This was just what I didn't want to happen. I barely gave you my body and you already just look at me like an object."

I'm sure if I looked at you like an object I'd already be fucking you at this very moment, you thought.

“Ok," you sighed, "Let's not fuck. I'll tell you what: just kiss me. Kiss me, and I won't ask you for anything else today."

She crossed her arms and averted her gaze silently.

"Just one kiss," you insisted, "One."

She looked at you, raised an eyebrow, and you clasped your hands together in request.

"Ok."

She brushed some hair off her face and leaned in to kiss you. It was brief and your lips barely touched.

"Happy?"

You quickly licked your lips.

"Yes, but now I want to give you one, may I?"

"..."

"Pretty please?"

"Fine. But a small one, alright? Don't get carried away."

"Thank you."

She closed her eyes and moved her head closer.

"Lock body, exclude head and neck."

The biggest surprise flashed across her face.

"What did you say?!"

Your Doll's body instantly stiffened. Her pupils shrank and her breathing became agitated.

You knelt at the foot of the bed....

"H-Hey!"

...and took off her boots and tights.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING??"

Her skirt was already being pulled down when you replied:

"Never said that on your lips."