/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>be the young master of a rich family, living on your own since your parents are busy
>you somehow come into possession of a decommissioned combat automaton
>she's deliciously strongfat, with bundles of artificial muscle hidden beneath a thick layer of impact absorbing material covered by silky synth-skin just slightly marred by "scars" where nanobots couldn't patch up past battle damage
>you decide to use her to ease the loneliness you'd been feeling lately and spend a good amount of cash to give her some upgrades
>you install new M.I.L.F. (Maternal Interface, Logic, and Functions) software, a Mother-board, and Hathor-brand Milk Tanks
>you couldn't repair some minor damage to her expression processors, but the doting she showered on you was only made more peaceful because of her muted facial expressions
>the two of you do everything together: play games, watch movies, sleep in the same bed, and even bathe together
>a couple of months later, you receive a package in the mail containing a Babymaker 9000 that you didn't order
>your automaton won't answer any questions about it, but insists that it'd be a waste not to use it