A long day ahead

You turned off the alarm and stretched your arms, yawning. Lack of sleep didn't affect you any more than usual. 2B rubbed her eyes, yawning too.

Both your gazes met.

While you two were dressing:

"Well, actually, you could meet them at dinner," you explained, "but dinners are horrible times to meet in-laws..."

"In-laws."

"...Breakfasts, on the other hand, are ideal. Everyone is more awake; even the police."

"The police?"

"What I mean is, well, I hope they don't have much interest in you. Act as bored and serious as possible, okay?"

"Why, is something wrong?"

"Trust me."

Already dressed and about to go downstairs, she fidgeted her fingers:

"Do we really have to do this today?"

You looked at each other in silence for a few moments.

"Believe me, I'm nervous too. But the sooner we have the obligatory first meeting, the better."

She sighed. "Okay, let's just be done with it."

As soon as you both walked down a step, she stopped and looked back up at you:

"Okay, seriously, what's going on here? Are you planning on dismantling me and selling me for parts? Are your parents technophobes or something?"

"No, no. I'll explain in time. Just trust me, please."

"Hmm, I see this is serious..." She brushed back a lock of hair, "You didn't answer me sarcastically."

She turned around and the two of you walked down the stairs.

With each step, a sigh; you approached the infinite dangers of the outside world, the adult world.

Please world, have mercy at her. Just a bit, please.

The light from the dining room reached your faces. Your parents had already started breakfast, as usual.

Mother. Forty something. Notoriously dissatisfied with life. Serving food as she finished cooking.

Father. About the same age. More dissatisfied than your mother. Reading the news on his phone.

When your mother saw you coming downstairs, she good-morninged you quickly.

"Good morning." You replied.

"Morning..." Said your Doll.

Your father turned to look at both for a moment. "Hello!" He waved his hand, from the table.

"So this is the girl we were talking so much about," your mother said.

"Her name is 2B," you told her.

"To be? To be what?"

"Just 2B," the aforesaid clarified, and gave you a brief look of contempt.

"Nice to meet you," your mother extended her hand.

2B shook it, smiling forcibly.

Your father stood up and did the same.

After that, the four of you sat down.

"Do I serve her?" your mother asked.

"No mother, food has no function in her body."

2b stood, for the first minutes, stiffly in the chair, taking in the smell of hot scrambled egg, watching the 3 of you eat. You were quick to pull out your phone to see if that fanfic was updated yet. Nope. With this, it has been 5 months of waiting. Well, let's see what's on Twitter. Your mom, with headphones on, was watching a video that made her giggle a bit. 2B looked to the left, to the right. Your father was playing Candy Crush, with low volume. 2B looked at the ceiling, then at the table. The food was slowly disappearing from the plate. 2B stroked her hair, adjusted her headband. 2B crossed her legs, spread them apart, crossed them again. 2B watched you, then briefly watched your parents. You drank water. 2B fidgeted her fingers. Your father drank water. 2B looked at the glasses, at the plates, at the tablecloths. 2B looked at the cupboard, at the kitchen, at her seat, at her nonexistent plate. 2B looked at nothing. 2B inspected her fingernails. 2B scratched the back of her neck, then the palms of her hands. 2B fidgeted again, this time in a more noticeable way. Your mother drank water. 2B looked at you, then her gaze returned to something else. To the napkins, for example. You drank water again. Apple juice, to be exact. 2B scratched her right leg. This new juice had less sugar, or so the carton said. 2B looked at the palms of her hands, scratched the back of her neck. 2B tried to snap her fingers but remembered she had no bones. 2B gulped loudly. You finished your breakfast.

It was a nice morning. You both were walking to the bus stop. The sound of your footsteps crunching some dry leaves on the sidewalk.

"You were amazing, fantastic, awesome! Seriously, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you so much,” you praised her.

"What the HELL was that? Are you going to explain me why I had to go through that humiliation?"

"It's the best way for them not to bother us in the future. Believe me, I know them."

"How? You barely even talk to them!"

"That's kind of a harsh judgment. You've barely been in this house three days. I've been there my whole life. I know what I'm talking about."

She rolled her eyes.

Both waited for the bus silently. You liked taking it at this hour because it wasn't crowded. But as soon as you saw it arrive, you knew that wouldn't be the case on Fridays.

You gulped. The Dolls of your classmates occupied extra space so there were no seats avaliable.

Damn it.

Awkwardly, you and 2B slid between other passengers and Dolls. She looked visibly uncomfortable about having to rub her body against strangers. You were uncomfortable, but in spirit; now everyone could see each other's mutual manifestations of their kinks and what they would like to fuck; it's like revealing in plain sight who your favorite porn actress is; very intimate.

The more the bus filled up, the nearer the passengers had to be together. You and your companion were facing each other. The rest of the passengers, fortunately, paid no attention to you in particular (after all, there were Dolls with less clothes on).

Her breasts pressed against your chest. Both breaths deepening at the uncomfortable scene with no near end. Both faces close, trying as hard as possible to not make eye contact. Her face red. Your hands dangerously close. Your breaths touching. Her looking to the right and you to the left.

Now, Timothy, contain your boner. Don't think about those giant milk-filled breasts. Don't think about those big, soft, warm containers of flavor that are pressing against you right now. It's all good, except for those huge juggs trying to contain so much softness and so much liquid in such a small space. Pay no attention to the movements that the creamy, plentiful milk is making as it bounces around inside them. And also don't think about the fact that, if you squeeze them hard enough, they can probably start forcing their milk out in public.

Ohshitohshitohshit

The bus braked abruptly and, for a moment, all the passengers leaned over.

Your back to someone else's back, your hands touching other hands.

You ignored everyone else as soon as those breasts leaned completely into you. 2B's cheek brushing against yours. Her hot breath against your face. Both of you exhaling at the same time.

To keep from falling, she had to step forward, making her leg touch yours.

Your boner reached, behind the fabrics of the clothes, her thigh. Your bulge sank between her skirt and into her synthetic flesh.

It all lasted 3 seconds before everyone returned to their previous positions. Precum in your underwear.

You finally made it to the stop.

As you cross the street and everyone is busy trying not to get run over, you decide to ask her, in a quiet tone of voice:

"Hey... did you feel my boner?"

"...No...?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...Shit."

You enter the school.