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Mature Content

“Don’t even think about touching that thermostat,” dad’s feminine, electronic voice came from his home office. Even in his fuckdoll form, he’d still kept his acute dad-hearing for anyone approaching the thermostat.

I roll my eyes, rubbing my hands together in the frigid air.“But it’s freezing in here!” He's become even stingier with heating since selling his humanity. He no longer feels the cold.

“If you’re that cold, get into bed with a hot water bottle. It’s cheaper than heating the whole house just for you.”

“Nice of you to offer…”

He's a custom-built doll. Mom had equipped him with all the extra features when she purchased it. Internal lubricant reservoirs for all the orifices, a mute function, and even a small electric heater installed in his torso, advertised for heating his silicone flesh to the temperature of a ‘real woman’.

Sometimes I wonder if mom built him for maximum pleasure on purpose, or if she just designed him as my perfect high-end fucktoy by accident.

Either way, thanks mom.

“As you can see, quarterly turnover has remained static over- Michael, put me down this instant!” he squeaks as I pluck him from his computer chair and carry him to the bed. “I’m in a video conference!”

I flick the switch behind his ear, activating the heater for his tight, warm holes. Friction will do the rest.