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— By the way, check out this chick I found the other day while surfing some random crap online! — Matt said with a breathy excitement, and Rob immediately heard a rustling sound through the phone, like he was digging through his files in a hurry.
— Hold on, I’ll send you a pic, brace yourself.
A notification blinked on Rob’s screen, and a second later he was staring at the photo: a bright room, looking like a spa, soft light, and in the mirror a girl, who you just couldn’t call simply cute — her face was the very embodiment of cuteness. A huge ponytail, a scrunchie, a dress with straps, a lace bra, and most importantly, boobs so immense in shape and size that Rob’s mouth instantly went dry and blood rushed straight down there.
— Well? What do you say? — Matt dragged out mockingly. — Say “smoking hot,” huh?! Or are you already jerking off over there?!
— Yeah, “smoking hot”… just fake, though, — Rob gave a mocking chuckle, but couldn’t tear his eyes from the photo. His fingers clenched around the phone, and he felt his palms start to sweat. — You really think something like this exists? It’s AI-generated.
— Man, you’re such a buzzkill! — Matt snorted. — I was waiting for you to go “holy shit” and ask me where I found her, and instead you’re all “fake, not fake.”
— Because it’s obvious, — Rob insisted, feeling a strange tightness in his chest. — Look at her tits, they’re like three times bigger than her head. That’s physically impossible. And the background is way too perfectly smooth. It’s all synthetic.
— Well, I’m sure girls like that exist, — Matt answered stubbornly, with some dark mockery seeping into his tone. — Just picture it: she’s standing right in front of you, just like in the photo, in that little dress, with that… — he paused, savoring the words, — chest hanging down like that.
Rob swallowed. The image in his mind came alive, and it unsettled him how vividly he imagined it.
— Bullshit, — he muttered. — There’s no such thing.
— Well, not for you, man! — Matt laughed, then added with a heavy sigh, — Damn, how I wish she was standing right in front of me right now… real, alive. — Matt’s voice was low, wet with fantasy. — So I could see her breathing, those tits swaying with every move…
Rob wanted to snap back, but something pricked uncomfortably inside his chest. As if Matt’s words weren’t just talk, but a command. He exhaled sharply and felt the air grow heavier around him. A ringing filled his ears. His fingers trembled, and the phone nearly slipped from his hand.
— Matt… w-what the fuck… — he croaked, grabbing onto the table...Full story (10 200 characters - 2 parts) is open to subscribers here or on Patreon