2B (Nier:Automata) / Alexandra Meany (Teacher´s Assistant): Futanari Mod (12 inches cock), Cumflation mod, G-Cup Lactating Tits

Your name is Timothy Wells, and you are a senior at an obscure all-boys private school. Your life is mostly spent in school and masturbation. You don't perform at your best academically and school feels like a big waste of time. You love masturbation, you are fascinated by it, you wish you could dive in the pleasures of the human anatomy, enjoy your flesh with other attractive people who want it and never return to the surface.

But for someone to notice you, you would have to be handsome or charismatic, attributes that you lack compared to the vast majority. You are very thin, a little taller than most people, and pale. On top of that, you are quite introverted and find it difficult to have conversations with many people. In fact, you barely know people in your own school.

The fact is that at school you spend a lot of time thinking about masturbating and at home, when you finish masturbating, you suffer from having to go back to school the next day. You can't even masturbate as much as you'd like because you still have homework to do. The trick to alleviating these problems is to make school easy, to pass the subjects with as little effort as possible in order to suffer less. With that in mind, you registered in the Family Studies course, taught by the balding Mr. LaVerne, who, at first, didn't seem like a bad guy. The apparent ease of the subject and the not very long duration, led you to think that this would be an easy A, and you entered in good faith.

But you were wrong: Mr. LaVerne wouldn't shut up during the classes; it's amazing the ability of a man his age to speak whole monologues that don't generate the slightest bit of interest in you. On top of that, he had unleashed a ridiculous tsunami of readings about the nuclear family. Genetic studies, artificial wombs, family values, paternity, upbringing, socio-affective development, etc. These are some of the topics that in theory sound interesting, but in practice are very boring.

And that was just the first week. It would have been totally unbearable if it had not been for one person: Alexandra Meany.

The teacher's assistant made it easy for you to get lost in your horny teen fantasies and escape the cold classroom at times. Few times you had such kind of help. A timid brunette, Alex sits toward the front of the classroom at her own little desk each day for all to see. And she knows it, too. You've never seen her dressed in anything but dark leggings and a sweater, and you still have only the faintest impression of the curves that lie beneath. But her luscious lips, cutely attractive face and the way her honey-brown bangs always dip down to obscure her right eye have made her the platonic sexual interest of the whole class.

You've convinced yourself that, up to this point, your classroom has nothing but horny guys for Alex who have ever talked to a woman. You know you belong to that group, but at least you consider yourself better at not making your motivations for staying there so obvious. Besides, your interest in Meany is useful and not merely a facade to hide the constant disappointment that you will never touch a woman in your life. Poor fools who really think they have a chance with her!

As you were lost in your fantasies, thoughts and complaints typical of a first Monday morning in October, Mr. LaVerne cut off your flow of consciousness while handing out some strange forms to the class.

"Now, all of your parents have already been informed of the nature of this assignment and contributed the necessary funds," the teacher announced, casting his sharp-eyed gaze around the room; "All that remains is to sign the form before you to customize the... subject of your practical exam, which I will be grading throughout the term."

One of your fellow horny classmates raised his hand and interjected "Subject? What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, didn't I mention?" The teacher replied with a smirk, "Each of you will be receiving a life-sized, fully-functional copy of our wonderful TA here - your very own Alex Meaney Love Doll."

The whole class assaulted poor Alex with their gaze. She was paler than you.

"W-What? No!" she sputtered, rising from her desk in a sudden fury, "This is... I never agreed to anything about this!"

Then she gestured angrily at you and the rest of the class, demanding that you all "rip those up!" before stomping out of the room and off down the hall to inform the principal.

"Show a little skin next time you come in, won't you? The class could use a little eye candy!" Mr. LaVerne sneered after her, obviously unconcerned about any possible consequences of the exchange.

What an asshole, you thought. But at that moment, you couldn't really get angry at the person who had just given you your own Alex Meany doll to fuck. It seems that you will touch a woman, a synthetic one at least.

It sounded too good to be true, there must be some trick here.

In front of you lay the format. You had thought many times about how you would modify your own Love Doll in case you could have one, but now that you could do it, your mind was a blank.

"Now, as you may have noticed, the mental half of the form has already been filled out for you," Mr. LaVerne explained, "For this exam, all of your Love Dolls are going to start with the same unaltered mind of Alex Meaney, who will serve as our control subject. It will be your job to use what you learn in this class to mold your copy of Alex into the ideal submissive housewife for yourself.

So that was the trick; we barely learn something in this class.

"That'll be a cinch!" you heard another fellow horny loser say, "I'll just dial her submissiveness and affection to the max and ace your exam within a week!"

He’s either the smartest or the dumbe—

"Sorry to burst your bubble, but I've already made a special arrangement with the Love Doll Corporation to disable those features for the duration of the exam," your new favorite asshole teacher said, "You'll still be able to issue commands to her body, such as locking her in place or deactivating her for storage, but when it comes to her mental state or sexual behaviors, you'll have to change her mind through more conventional methods. If you fail at that, I'm afraid you'll just have to wait until those functions are reactivated at the end of the year, though ideally no one passing this class should need those commands by then."

Thinking about it, maybe you can put your doll to do your homework, now she’ll know how it feels like. As the room was filled with collective disappointment, Mr. LaVerne explained:

"I will be sending you all an email with the full exam details and grading criteria on it, so be sure to look that over before your Doll arrives. Once you have filled out your form and have it approved by me, you may leave for the day. Feel free to come and talk to me if you have any questions about possible modifications you wish to make to your Love Doll."

Probably Meany, with this whole situation being against her will, would be very angry if she wakes up being a Doll. This was going to be more difficult than expected. Think, Timothy, think! On one hand, if you gave her a normal body, maybe she would like you more and living together would be better. On the other hand, you could give her a glorious giant cock, and lactating tits, and... and... and you also know that Love Doll Corporation can replicate the body of many, many fictional characters faithfully to real life. Oh no, your horny side is winning. Think of the possibilities! Perhaps if you gave her a radically different body from the original Alex, she might be better able to assume her identity as your sex **** even if she is more **** to do so in the beginning. You hadn't seen the rubric yet either, so any decision you made involved a potential risk in your future grade. Decisions, decisions.

You got up from your desk to talk to Mr. LaVerne. As he finished talking to other students just as doubtful and excited as you were, two thoughts ran through your mind:

How can you ask your teacher if he agrees to let your Doll have a giant cock, without it being uncomfortable?

And...

Regardless of how it looks or behaves, your doll is still a robot. There won't be much science in convincing a sex doll to have sex. Or so you hope.

Finally, it's your turn to talk to the bald guy.

He looked at you. You looked at him. In scenes that you vaguely remember, uncomfortable words that you never thought you'd address to an adult come out of your mouth being asked in a serious context.

Success. Now to wait.