Two Weeks Later

You cracked open your eyes to the sensation of warmth and pleasure flowing from between your legs.

With bleary eyes you looked around, your eye roaming across the clothing spread across the floor. A mix of your work clothes and the various costumes you had bought for Lois over the last two weeks. Plain white shirts piled atop various pieces of sexy underwear and fetish gear that you had ordered online for her to wear punctuated by the odd sex toy.

The past two weeks had been wild. When you had realised that all it took was the slightest action of phrase from you to switch from Lois to the Slut you had started to have some real fun with it.

It had started mild enough, a blow job and sex on that first day, but you had spent most of the day talking to Lois. Exploring the limits of the mind they had built for her. You had been amazed by how adaptable she was, her mind was supposed to only be filled with memories born of the show with the odd bit of some of the comics thrown in to fill in some of the larger holes. Yet she was able to answer questions about parts of her past that had never been covered anywhere as far as you knew. The longer you had talked the easier it had become to forget that she was just a machine but then you would say something or do something that triggered the slut to come to the surface and you would be reminded just how fake this all was.

Maybe it was those unpleasant moments of realisation that made you happy to keep pulling the Slut to the surface. At first, it seemed like it took either out and out dirty talk or some motion or action so subtle that you couldn’t even pick it out to draw out the Slut.

So you set out to experiment and try to figure out exactly what it was that drew it out. It turned out to be a bit more tricky to nail down what was drawing her out. You did figure out a few obvious things like being naked. If either of you where naked it seemed like it was only a matter of time before the Slut would come out. Yet even certain clothing seemed to draw her out, at first you didn’t understand how it worked, a perfectly normal blouse and skirt turned her to the Slut in a scant few words but a heavy coat with nothing beneath seemed to not affect. Eventually, you figured out that it was the amount of skin on show that seemed to be the part that affects how easily she was drawn out.

Still, you realised you had been so lost in the memories that you had almost forgotten about the sensation of pleasure between your legs and the very telling bulge in the bedsheets.