This story has lesbian/dickgirl themes, non-consent, domination and submission, robots, impregnation, and cuckquean themes.
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Jannet was a synthetic human who desperately wanted the best for her boyfriend. She was designed to feel stressed when something felt wrong, and she was very stressed. All the millions of nodes in her neural network flared to find the perfect hair color, the perfect size of various body parts, and the perfect skin color. She had dozens of each in her closet. Today she chose a rack larger than usual, hair the color of fire and skin like the moon with craters of brown freckles. She still was unsure. Automatons like Jannet were still not completely accepted by mainstream culture, and she knew Brad, her boyfriend, would be sensitive about having and artificial girlfriend. She installed her boobs with a click, her hair with a ting, and she pulled on her skin with a snap.
Jannet wore the clothes her algorithms thought Brad would like best but she still wondered if he was satisfied. His eyes would wonder, his mind was aloof, and his gaze sat squarely on things other than herself. He was a soldier without a war anymore. Every day it seemed like more of his spirit was dulled, despite her constant desire to please him.
She wasn't sure how much of it was her own programming, or how much of it was true, but Brad seemed like the perfect man to her. He was confidant, active, healthy, intelligent, and generally very upbeat. He was a security consultant, mostly on the tech side of things. He lifted weights and went running at any opportunity. In summary, he was a man who loved fighting, and loved challenge. He occupied himself with self improvement in his spare time. Jannet hoped to help in any way she could, but working out didn't help her like it helped him.
"What's wrong?" She asked Brad, her voice modulated to the frequency he liked most. There was something more than usual bothering him today.
"Nothing." Her sensors indicated 99.8% chance of dishonesty. He didn't like hurting her.
"Brad," She started anxiously. As a machine she felt terrible if she wasn't useful at her own purpose. The law of the land now said she had the rights of a person, but that didn't change her programming. She wanted to be his, and she wanted him to be happy. If he wasn't then what was the point of her existence? "I know you aren't happy." She continued. He didn't want to talk about it, but she did. "Is there anything I can do?"
"No." he shook his head. He was being honest this time. It would have broken her heart if she had one. What was she supposed to do with that? What was it that he wanted that she could not give?
"Do I need more upgrades?" She asked. She had dozens, but nothing too exotic. Maybe he wanted a girl with glow in the dark eyes? Or maybe body parts that could vibrate. It would be a nice change of pace at least. He shook his head. "Perhaps I need to change my personality?" Some guys wanted a girl more submissive. Or perhaps, dominant. She could modulate her behavior on his whims. He shook his head once more with a bored look. Her mind raced. She had to find the issue. "Perhaps," She found it suddenly. "I'm," She clenched her fists, "Not real enough?"
"Jannet-" He massaged his temples. She was close.
"I can install greater sensation!" She argued, trying not to sound too panicked. Her programming would not allow complete emotional dishonesty, but she didn't want to scare him. "I can download and integrate personality faults! I can be more temperamental, more bratty, more shy," But that wasn't it. She saw it on his face, "I can make myself more emotional! More chaotic!" no, that wasn't it either. "I can add more freckles! Or make myself less symmetrical! I can-" She thought of a possibility and wavered. It was something she could not offer. "You want something else that I cannot give." She knew she was correct this time. "You want a child." She saw on his face she was right.
Hopelessness surged through her wires. She had no womb. She didn't have genes. She didn't have eggs, or blood, or milk, or even the instincts of a mother. "It isn't that big of a deal-" She heard him lie. He loved her, and that was what lovers did. They lied to save each other pain. But she knew what he wanted and she knew she could not give it. If she had tears she would have cried them. If she had lungs they would have seized. As it were, she simply stood still, a silent expression of apathy on her face. She thanked the company that made her for that small blessing.
"I'll make it happen." She said before she thought. "I'll find a way." She promised the impossible. She knew what had to happen and hated what would come, but she knew that Brad had eyes for another, once, long ago, and Jannet knew she was a good genetic match.
Jannet would find another woman for him. She hated the idea, but she loved Brad too much to deny him his desire.
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Eliza Winters had always had feelings for Brad. Jannet knew this when she invited her for coffee. They spoke for some time about the weather, how Brad was doing, and finally she popped the question.
"What is this all about?" EIiza was cute in a tomboyish way. She was small, shy, quirky, and naturally competitive. She had met Brad at a gym. Jannet was immediately overwhelmed by jealousy. She pinpointed every small flaw with the girl. She saw the small piece of salad in her teeth, the subtle southern accent that would never go away, the way her left eye would sometimes wander to the side if she was unfocused, the way that her tits were slightly uneven, the awkward way she avoided confrontation, the irregular tan lines on her body, her flatter than average chest, the band aids from accidents in her art. The scars on her hands from carpentry mistakes from a young age. Jannet tried to make herself feel superior, but failed. Every flaw just made Eliza more human. She was more human than Jannet could ever be. And that made her angry. Every second she found a dozen new features on Eliza that made her more of a person. She found failures and history and a childhood that Jannet would never be able to have.
"Do you like kids?" Jannet started with an even tone.
"Yea." Eliza chuckled awkwardly. "I mean, well enough. I've taught a few art classes."
"Would you like to have one?"