"I'm telling you, dude," Tommy said as he and his old college roommate Jake made their way from the bar to the lot where they had parked, "you're gonna love this web site. You know all those spam ads that say hot fuckable chicks in your area?"
"Yeah, sure, those fuckin' ads are everywhere," Jake chuckled.
"Well, this site lives up to the promise and more, trust me," Tommy assured his friend. "I'll email you the link."
"Can you just give me a sneak peek?" Jake asked.
"Doesn't work that way," Tommy insisted. "Some kind of crazy copyright shit. Each device is digitally locked to a user's DNA. I couldn't let you use mine if you paid me."
"That sounds fucked up," Jake responded just as the two of them reached their cars. "I'll catch you later, dude, thanks."
"Cheers."
And with that the two got in their cars and sped off.
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Ten minutes later Jake was home and at his computer, checking out the very web site Tommy promised would change his life. After scanning the site and liking what it promised, sexy girls when he wanted them and ready to do exactly what he was into, Jake soon found himself on a page looking to charge him $250, supposedly to cover the cost of something only called a "proprietary USB device" and necessary DRM software, along with a modest subscription fee. The first month was included, though. Alarm bells went off in his head as he reached for the phone to ensure Tommy had sent him the right link. After a brief conversation, ending with his college friend insisting that if he were unhappy with the results he'd cover the $250 for him, Jake turned back to the computer and ponied up the fee. With such a strong endorsement and literally nothing to lose how could he do otherwise?
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Shipping was swift. Only two days later a small box was waiting at Jake's doorstep when he returned home from his job. Upon picking it up Jake noticed just how heavy the package was, unnaturally so, even. Thinking nothing more of it Jake excitedly rushed to his computer as he opened the box. Inside he found a vaguely cubic black box with a USB cable running from the back, as well as a flash drive, a sealed cotton swab and simple instructions with three steps: install software, plug in the "proprietary USB device" and follow the onscreen instructions. After just a moment the software was installed from the flash drive and a prompt appeared telling Jake to plug in the mysterious cube. Upon doing so the computer configured the odd device and a small tray opened up in the front of it. Another prompt then appeared telling Jake to swab his cheek and wipe it on the tray. He momentarily wondered if this was all a complex ruse to acquire his DNA before deciding that even if it was he didn't really give a shit, so he followed through. After pulling the swab clear of the tray it closed and a window popped up onscreen with text that read "analyzing" and a spinning indicator.
Then nothing.
And a minute later still nothing. Somewhat disappointed at the delay Jake went to the kitchen and grabbed a soda. Just as he returned a chime sounded and the analyzing text disappeared, replaced with a button that said launch site. Jake sat down and eagerly clicked the button as he cracked open his drink. The window maximized itself and after a short moment a page opened with a few pictures of some cute animé girls, some he recognized, some he didn't, and a few rows of text listing various common and less common kinks. Jake scrolled through the list and finally clicked on creampie, it being the one that most interested him at the moment. A few seconds later the page became a grid and the cells began to populate with cute animé girls, every one of them either leaking semen or in the process of being filled with semen by lucky animé guys.
Aroused by the pictures, but not entirely sure how they fit into his getting sexy girls RIGHT NOW, as the original web site promised, Jake clicked on the thumbnail of a slim green haired girl with small but perky breasts whose pussy must have been just pouring semen, at least if the condition of her lacy pink panties was any indication. The portrait enlarged, filling the screen and a sidebar appeared, telling Jake everything he could possibly want to know about "Kimberly", including measurements, likes/dislikes, and her overwhelming desire to "have my young pussy filled with your cum". There was a button below that read simply "Invite Kimberly". Jake could find no decent reason not to click it, so he did.
A loading screen appeared with the typical percentage bar and just an instant later he heard a curious whirring noise issuing forth from the proprietary USB device. Jake gave the screen a curious look, sipping his soda as the bar slowly loaded and the mysterious cube continued whirring. Just about the time Jake finished his soda the bar finished loading, accompanied by a chime. Then Kimberly materialized out of thin air next to Jake, first as a vaguely pink glowing lattice in human form, then filling out into a flawless rendition of the onscreen green haired girl.
