The Perfect Backdoor Substitute

Tim hesitated, his eyes darting toward a framed photo on the desk of himself with his girlfriend, Alison. "You know how much I love her," Tim began, his voice low. "And she loves me. But... there’s one thing. A specific kind of intimacy she’s always been a bit hesitant about. She’s just not into anal sex, and the more we talk about it, the more it feels like a wall between us."

Walter leaned back against his workbench, his mind racing to catch up with the implications of Tim's words. "So?" he asked, though he already knew where this was going.

"I want you to scan her," Tim said, the words tumbling out in a rush of nervous energy. "Use the iBod to become... an exact physical match of Alison."

For a moment, the hum of the laboratory equipment seemed to swell into a deafening roar in Walter’s ears. He froze, his hand still resting on a metallic component of the iBod prototype. He blinked, waiting for the punchline, waiting for Tim to laugh and tell him this was all just some elaborate, twisted joke.

"You... you want me to..." Walter started, but the words caught in his throat. He shook hiss head, a short, incredulous laugh escaping him. "Tim, that’s—that's insane. You're talking about more than just a visual resemblance. To use the iBod for that?"

He stood up, pacing the length of the workbench, his mind racing to process the sheer audacity of the request. It wasn't just the sexual nature of it; it was the implication of what he would be doing. He wouldn't just be looking like Alison—he would be occupying her form, mimicking her every movement, and eventually spread her butt cheeks to get penetrated by his son's big juicy cock.