Galatea was delighted by the available options, and chose one of the maternity dresses; a white, short-sleeved, knee-length number patterned with blue roses. Once she was covered up (not well, admittedly; her belly protruded so far the hem was closer to the middle of her thighs in the front, and her stiffened nipples poked out as well), Carlos showed her his apartment. Judging by her expression, she appreciated the small, cozy place, but what she liked most was the view from the balcony. It was his favorite feature too, he explained.
After the tour came a virtual one. Carlos let her sit at his laptop and showed her various attractions Denver had to offer: Theaters, malls, the zoo, the museum, theme parks, luxurious hotels, parks, and more. “I can take you to any of them nearly any time you like,” he stated, closing the browser once they were done.
“But- But I’m a Doll,” Galatea said a little anxiously. “Wouldn’t that be strange?”
Carlos shook his head, touching her cheek. “People take their Dolls out in public all the time. They say it’s a lot of fun. I’d love to share my home city with you.”
Galatea nibbled her lip with straight, pearly teeth. “And y-you won’t be ashamed to be seen with me so- so pregnant?” Her hands rested atop her stomach, fingers shaking.
Carlos put a hand over hers. “Not at all,” he said sincerely. “I had you made this way for a reason. I don’t care who sees.”
The Doll’s lips quivered, and her eyes looked suspiciously moist. “Thank you, Carlos,” she breathed, and pushed herself from the chair, placing her hands on his cheeks and tilting her chin up. Clearly she wanted to kiss him, and Carlos gladly let her, pulling her as close as her gravid body would allow. For many long moments, they simply kissed, the unborn writhing between them. Galatea’s simulated breaths sped up as Carlos’ grew heavier, and the Doll clung to the human as she kissed him with deepening passion. The programmer moved his hands to unlace the back of her dress, and the Doll stopped kissing him long enough to let it fall to the floor. Her inner thighs were damp, and she was squirming again, making small whimpering noises. “Honey, I- I want you to- to make love to me,” she squeaked. “Please, I n-need you inside me. It- It’s like pain.”Post too long. Click here to view the full text.