Robot Futaba

"Futaba, anytime I say 'Robo-Futaba', you will become a robot. You will speak in monotone, refer to yourself as a 'unit', move mechanically, and obey any orders you are given."

Ren then had an idea. He gripped the wishing stone.

"I wish that, in cow mode only, Makoto had giant tits that were filled with healthy, delicious milk."

He knew reality had changed.

"Okay, Makoto, Ann, when I wake you, you will believe you have purchased a robot Futaba, and test and give her commands, even sexual ones. I am invisible to you, but you can still hear your triggers, got it?"

Both nodded. Ren woke them and sat on his bed.

"Woah, a robot Futaba?" Makoto said in awe as her and Ann eyed up their naked friend.

"GREE. TINGS. OWN. ERS." Futaba droned in monotone. "THIS. UNIT. IS. A. FUTABA. RO. BOT. HOW. MAY. THIS. UNIT. HELP. YOU?"

"Well, we have to name her," Ann said, seemingly not minding her own nudity. "Hm, robot, set name to 'Fuckdoll Futaba'."

"AFFIRMATIVE. UNIT. NAME. SET. TO. FUCKDOLL. FUTABA."

"Isn't that...disrespectful?" Makoto asked.

"Oh relax, silly," Ann giggled. "It's just a robot."

"Well, I guess," Makoto said.

"Fuckdoll Futaba!" Ann called. "Eat me out!"

She sat on the edge of the bed, right next to the invisible Joker, and spread her legs.

"YES. OWN. ER. ANN," Futaba droned. "FUCKDOLL. FUTABA. WILL. EAT. YOU. OUT."

She shuffled over and began to lap at Ann's pussy. Ann began to moan.

"M-Makoto!" Ann cried. "You have to, mmmmm! Get in on thiiiis!"

Makoto blushed. She guessed Ann was right. They did buy the robot, after all...