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“Okay,” she agreed, grinning shyly. “If that’s what you’d like.”
As I watched, holding her, she morphed into the Phuture News girl. With particular fascination, I watched her breasts swell under the transparent fabric of the kurta. She looked up at me bashfully.
Maybe I could get used to this.
A rush of animal desire coursed through me. I lifted the kurta, revealing her swollen breasts whose nipples popped to attention like little soldiers. I took one of them into my mouth, rolling it around with my tongue, hearing my wife softly moan as I scooped her into my arms.
Yeah, I could definitely get used to this.
§
Afterwards we were lying in the jumble of pillows beside the table, back in our own skins. Cindy was lying curled up beside me with one of my arms wrapped around her, and my brain was lazily tingling and thinking about how best to bring up my idea. She was trying, so maybe it was time for me to try too.
Baby steps, baby steps. I smiled at that thought.
Cindy gently twitched against me, dropping off to sleep, and then she twitched harder, and then again. Wait, was that a sob?
“Cindy?” I said gently, my brow furrowing and my brain fighting back from the fog it had drifted off into.
“Cindy?” I asked again, more urgently.
She turned to me, slowly, her eyes wet above cheeks streaked with tears. She wiped the tears away with the back of one hand, looking down and away from me.
“Honey, what’s wrong?”
“I don’t know...”
“Come on, what’s wrong?”
She sighed and looked at me, shrugging her shoulders and hunching inwards as if to protect herself.
“I just didn’t like that, Rick,” she said softly. “The way you looked at me, you were happy I was someone else.”
The fog around my brain quickly evaporated, sensing imminent danger.
“Honey, that’s not true at all,” I said, knowing this was only half true. I raised myself up on one elbow to look down at her. “I was only doing it because you wanted to.”
That was true enough.
“I was only doing it because I thought that’s what you wanted,” she declared, wiping away another tear. “I want to make you happy, Rick. I know I haven’t been great to be around lately.”
“Aw, honey,” I replied, searching for the right way out of this, “look, I love you, and you’re the only person I want to be with.”
This was absolutely the truth.
“If anything, it’s me that wants to make you happy. I want to make us work again. It’s my fault, all this, I mean, you know what I mean.”
The guilt spilled back out and my emotions welled up. I knew she could see it.
“I love you too,” she replied simply. “I’m just not comfortable with all this pssi stuff. I am trying though.”
This suddenly seemed like the right time.
“Look, I’ve been thinking.”
“Uh huh,” she sniffled.
I took a deep breath.
“Like I said, I’m not sure if we’re ready for kids just yet, but maybe we are. Maybe we could take a half step, and get you more into the pssi system at the same time.”
“I’m listening,” she said, reaching up to tenderly stroke my chin with one hand.
“What would you think about proxxids?”
She crinkled her nose. “What, those are like little fake simulated kids right?”
“Well, yes and no,” I answered, “I’ve been looking them up and talking to Jimmy and Patricia. I think it could be perfect for us right now.”
Silence settled, and then, “I’m still listening.”
“They’re not just fake kids. They take our actual DNA code and mix it together as if it was a real fertilization, and then simulate the development process to generate what our real little baby would be like if we had one.”
I took a breath, watching her carefully before continuing.
“You can pick traits, of course, like eye color or more subtle stuff if you want, but that’s sort of the point,” I explained. “It’s like trying out a trial version of how your kid will look and
“Okay,” she agreed, grinning shyly. “If that’s what you’d like.”
As I watched, holding her, she morphed into the Phuture News girl. With particular fascination, I watched her breasts swell under the transparent fabric of the kurta. She looked up at me bashfully.
Maybe I could get used to this.
A rush of animal desire coursed through me. I lifted the kurta, revealing her swollen breasts whose nipples popped to attention like little soldiers. I took one of them into my mouth, rolling it around with my tongue, hearing my wife softly moan as I scooped her into my arms.
Yeah, I could definitely get used to this.
§
Afterwards we were lying in the jumble of pillows beside the table, back in our own skins. Cindy was lying curled up beside me with one of my arms wrapped around her, and my brain was lazily tingling and thinking about how best to bring up my idea. She was trying, so maybe it was time for me to try too.
Baby steps, baby steps. I smiled at that thought.
Cindy gently twitched against me, dropping off to sleep, and then she twitched harder, and then again. Wait, was that a sob?
“Cindy?” I said gently, my brow furrowing and my brain fighting back from the fog it had drifted off into.
“Cindy?” I asked again, more urgently.
She turned to me, slowly, her eyes wet above cheeks streaked with tears. She wiped the tears away with the back of one hand, looking down and away from me.
“Honey, what’s wrong?”
“I don’t know...”
“Come on, what’s wrong?”
She sighed and looked at me, shrugging her shoulders and hunching inwards as if to protect herself.
“I just didn’t like that, Rick,” she said softly. “The way you looked at me, you were happy I was someone else.”
The fog around my brain quickly evaporated, sensing imminent danger.
“Honey, that’s not true at all,” I said, knowing this was only half true. I raised myself up on one elbow to look down at her. “I was only doing it because you wanted to.”
That was true enough.
“I was only doing it because I thought that’s what you wanted,” she declared, wiping away another tear. “I want to make you happy, Rick. I know I haven’t been great to be around lately.”
“Aw, honey,” I replied, searching for the right way out of this, “look, I love you, and you’re the only person I want to be with.”
This was absolutely the truth.
“If anything, it’s me that wants to make you happy. I want to make us work again. It’s my fault, all this, I mean, you know what I mean.”
The guilt spilled back out and my emotions welled up. I knew she could see it.
“I love you too,” she replied simply. “I’m just not comfortable with all this pssi stuff. I am trying though.”
This suddenly seemed like the right time.
“Look, I’ve been thinking.”
“Uh huh,” she sniffled.
I took a deep breath.
“Like I said, I’m not sure if we’re ready for kids just yet, but maybe we are. Maybe we could take a half step, and get you more into the pssi system at the same time.”
“I’m listening,” she said, reaching up to tenderly stroke my chin with one hand.
“What would you think about proxxids?”
She crinkled her nose. “What, those are like little fake simulated kids right?”
“Well, yes and no,” I answered, “I’ve been looking them up and talking to Jimmy and Patricia. I think it could be perfect for us right now.”
Silence settled, and then, “I’m still listening.”
“They’re not just fake kids. They take our actual DNA code and mix it together as if it was a real fertilization, and then simulate the development process to generate what our real little baby would be like if we had one.”
I took a breath, watching her carefully before continuing.
“You can pick traits, of course, like eye color or more subtle stuff if you want, but that’s sort of the point,” I explained. “It’s like trying out a trial version of how your kid will look and
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