Without Tact

As Heather walks towards you and Naomi, you size her up. She has dyed black hair falling straight to her mid-back, a thin, toned body, and average sized but perky and noticeable curves accentuated by her tight, red crop top and black pants. She sees you eyeing her and smirks, then approaches you and Naomi. As she gets closer she says, "Hey dweeb, fancy seeing your pervy self here. Find your figurine okay? Heard you lost it."

Her smile turns more predatory, and your hands clench in rage. You were given that figurine by your grandmother before she died, and it went missing after a class a few days earlier. You thought you had misplaced it, but you now realize Heather must have done something to it. Through clenched teeth you say, "What the fuck did you do to it?"

"Why, nothing. What are you insinuating?" Heather laughs lightly, then looks to Naomi.

Naomi shakes her head and says, "Damn, what did you do?"

Heather looks at her more curiously and then smirks. She says, "Wow, did you think body surgery would help you get back into my good graces? You're like a real life sex doll, but with a more depressing life."

Naomi's face falls a little and Heather turns back towards you. Your vision funnels and you say, "Fuck you Heather! I was hoping to restrain myself. Curb my impulses, but you don't deserve it."

While Naomi wilts even more and stares at her tits, Heather slowly advances towards you. It's a practiced motion, intimidating, as if she's in control of each powerful step. She says, "Oh? And what exactly are you gonna fuckin' do about it? Because I'm going to-"

With your heart rate increasing, you casually, you hold up a hand and say, "I wasn't finished. So, would you rather have to act like my kind, obedient sex **** and maid despite staying the same internally; or keep your mind and memories and become a very humanlike sentient sex doll made that's completely obedient to Naomi and that can be animated and deanimated by her at any time?"

Heather laughs, then says, "Wow, you're a fucking pervert and an idiot. To humor you, I guess I'll choose the one with Naomi. Neither will happen, obviously, so now I'm going to destroy your godamn reputation." She leans in, then whispers, "And a figurine."

You just shrug, then lean back and say, "It seems you're changing, Heather."

"What do you mean?" Heather responds haughtily. She looks down and gasps. She holds her hand up, and you and Naomi can see it gaining an industrial sheen. Naomi smiles lightly, but your focus is quickly drawn to Heather's waist, which is rapidly shrinking to an impossibly small width. Even as it does, her boobs expand and her ass pops out, ripping her pants and her crop top, though they at least partially stay on.

"What did you do," she whispers, her hands moving around her body. Her thighs get larger but spread impossibly apart, and her facial features become slightly more rigid and artificial. Her lips grow and darken, becoming a deep red and incredibly plush. Finally, she looks at you and Naomi with desperation in her eyes, her whole body changed into a recognizable but ridiculous sex doll, and says, "Wait! I'm so sorry! Please... please don't, don't do this."

Before you can even respond, Naomi says, "It's done. You also have to do anything he says from now on. You're constantly horny and are capable of cumming but can't do it unless I explicitly tell you to. Now kiss me."

Heather lurches forward, then plants her lips on Naomi's. You watch, your dick twitching even as you wonder why Naomi would want this. Naomi grinds into Heather and pulls her into a deeper kiss, then gropes Heather's ass. Finally, they break apart, and Heather says, "Okay, deanimate."

Immediately, Heather's body crumples to the ground. Her eyes still appear alert and aware, as they should though they are stuck in place. Naomi turns to you and says, "I'm bi, in case you didn't know."

"I didn't," you respond. "That's really cool though, thanks for telling me."

A small smile finds its way onto Naomi's lips. She hugs the newly-created doll to her chest for a moment, and practically whispers, "Thanks."

"For what?"

She shuts her eyes for a second, then stands back up in the more confident pose that you're used to. "Not everyone... takes it quite so well, or so normally, I guess."

"Ah, I'm sorry. People are stupid. I mean, it’s just you being you, and it’s not like the kind of person you like is gonna hurt anyone. Still, it must suck to have to deal with the ignoramuses of the world."

Heather briefly smiles, but her eyes are downcast. "Yeah..." She sighs, straightens out, and says, “Seriously, thanks.”

“Of course, no need to thank me though.”

The straightening of her body sets her anime titties off, and you can’t help but stare at them despite the nature of your dying conversation. The way the fat, buoyant mounds of flesh bounce and jiggle against the confines of Naomi’s clothing And her chest is eroticism at its peak.

You could watch those knockers all day long.

When she sees your eyes have been drawn to her bust once again, Naomi grins lip and grips Heather tighter, her face flushing. Her breathing quickens, but she quickly seems to get a grip and returns to her usual self. After a deep breath, she shakes the doll in her arms and says, "So, what do we do with her?"