"Ah fuck, I cannot find the vocal capacitator anywhere!" You step into Hendricks laboratory and see him crawled over, underneath a desk. You'd only met him a few times before, but his deep and rough voice was unforgettable,

Hendrick pulls himself out from the desk, when he ses you he hops in shock and slams into the desk behind him, bits of unrecognizable machinery topples to the floor, "FUCK BOY! DO NOT SNEAK UP ON ME LIKE THAT!"

"You left the door unlocked sir, so I had assumed that you meant to let me in. My apologies." You took a bow, leaving the inventor to scratch at his bald head.

"Ah, no matter, you are here early but I will take that as eagerness. We already know each other but let us do introductions for formality, I am Hendricks, owner of Hendricks Waifus."

"I am Martini Camellia, from today onward I am your apprentice."

"Tiny eh, well it is good to see you. I had hoped that you'd arrive after she was ready but I guess you should put on the finishing touches, have you ever worked with a waifu before?"

"No sir."

"Well then, you are in for a treat. Let me show you." Hendricks takes a few steps over to a blanketed thing, he pulls the cloth off from it and underneath is a white mannequin-esque form. It is built like woman, but no one could recognize it as such. Doll-like joints hold the limbs together, its faced is sculpted feminine but expressionless with closed eyes. She is nude, but her body is featureless...

"I'm sure you've more than a few waifus back home acting as maids, but this little lady will blow them out of the water! She is the latest of my genius! Most waifus are programmed to act like whatever popular starlet or whore is out there, but she, she can learn!" Hendricks raises his hands over his head, laughing in a maniacal laughter, "I was just about to finish her before you arrived as a surprise, but since you're here, how about you put on the finishing touches? I need only to decide on her appearance before I turn her on, but frankly I am awful at aesthetics."

You tiptoe over near Hendricks when he gestures for you to come, he ruffles your hair and speaks to you without taking his eyes off the gynoid, "You decide and I shall grab the parts, I mean for her to be your personal waifu so I think you deserve a say. Just answer me a few questions..."

>Hair Colour
>...Black
>...Blonde
>...Brown
>...Orange
>...White
>...Write-In

>Hair Length
>...Short
>...Medium
>...Long

>Eye Colour
>...Amber
>...Black
>...Blue
>...Brown
>...Green
>...Write-In

>Body Type
>...Child
>...Young Adult
>...Motherly

>Skin Tone
>...Pale
>...Tan
>...Brown

>Name
>...Write-In

Didn't intend to continue this but I couldn't get it out of my head after running, so into oblivion we'll go.

>>32073291
>Hair Colour: White

>Hair Length: Long

>Eye Colour: Amber

>Body Type: Motherly

>Skin Tone: Brown

>Name: I can't decide.

>>32073291
I'll humor you and see how far we can go with this idea.
>...White
>...Short
>...Green
>...Young Adult
>...Pale
> Morgwyn

Really dude.

>>32073291
>...White
>...Long
>...Amber
>...Young Adult
>...Pale
I'll second this guys name >>32073406

>>32073291
>Hair: Black
>Hair Length: Medium
>Eye Colour: Amber
>Body Type: Child
>Skin Tone: Pale
>Name: Kat

>>32073634
I like this one.

>>32073291
>...White
>...Long
>...Amber
>...Young Adult
>...Pale

Someone else choose the name. I'm no good at it...

>>32073291
>White
>Long
>Blue
>Motherly
>Pale

>>32073291
>Didn't intend to continue this but I couldn't get it out of my head after running, so into oblivion we'll go.


So what exactly does this mean? Did this start off halfway through some other thread?

From the votes, it looks like the name: Morgwyn is winning with 2 votes while the name Kat has 1 vote.

"You got some curious tastes for a kid, Tiny. White and long hair is something for old ladies, but I'm thinking we can make it work." Hendricks went to work on the robotic frame immediately, its body resembled a woman of college age, you'd always wanted an older sister.

He opened up a hatch on her back and messed around with switches and wires, her eyes were forced open with some metallic tool and clear glass balls were plopped into the opening giving her an alien look.

When he was done, he slammed her chassis closed, "Now wake up the princess with a kiss and we can see how she runs... what did you want to name her again?"

"Morgwyn." There wasn't any special reason for it, you just thought it was a pretty name.

"Well then..." Hendricks pulled up a stool and picked up from under your arms, placing you on top of it to face the still colourless machine. From on top the rise, you could see what a mess his rustic laboratory was, "The switch is inside the mouth, I already undid the lock for you so just stick your tongue inside."

You hadn't kissed a girl before, but the waifu maids back home often teased your cheeks with silicone lips. For all it's worth you might want to think that robots don't count, but I'll leave that choice to you. You leaned your face in before taking in a pause, looking at Hendricks.

"Well, what's keeping ya?" Hendricks crossed his arms waiting, "OH! I should turn around shouldn't I." He turned to not face you, and you went to start up Morgwyn.

>CONT

>>32073245
Will we have lewd like the one shot?

You put your little lips on her lifeless frame, it was cold. With just a little effort, the mouth gave way to your tongue. I'd say your efforts were awkward but just think of it as work.

Near the back of her throat was a small little switch not much different from the ones you'd use to turn on and off a house light. You pressed into it with medium strength until it shoved back. The waifu shook and made gearish noises, sending you tumbling backwards. Hendricks caught your little frame before it hit the ground.

Her colourless skin turned into a pale peach, not much darker than white but defined. She looked like a noble-woman.
Her colourless eyes took on an amber in the iris, they stared blindly forward as whites and blacks seeped in to fill out the uncoloured bits, they looked genuine.
From the top of her empty head, strands of white hair snuck out, stopping just before her eyes on her front and down to the waist on her back. She blinked twice.

"Are you my master?" She looked to Hendricks.

"Hahah! No actually," He lifted you up to your feet and thumbed down to you, "It'd be him actually."

"What is my name?" Her gaze turned to you, you shivered a little meeting it. It had a robotic expression even compared to the maids back home and her monotone voice made her even harder to face.

"Morgwyn..." You tell her, "And I am Martini Camellia."

"How shall I refer to you?"

>Martini
>Master
>Write-In

>>32073842
Ran a one-shot of it after some anon posted the idea in /qtg/, but then I got way too into the terrible idea.

>>32073978
/ss/. And then not /ss/ if we survive for long enough.

>>32074012
>Master

>>32074012
>>Martini

>>32074032
>Not /ll/

Plebian at best

>>32074012
>Write-In
Young Master

It is the proper way to refer to a young boy who is technically above you, like a maid or butler would call us.

>>32074012
>Martini
Mar, for short.

>>32074012

>>32074073
Was going to say something along these lines as well.

>>32074032
I'm okay with that

>>32074012
>Master

>>32074073
This one

>>32074012
Young Master in public, she can call us by name when it's just the two of us.

>>32074232
This is a fine compromise.

>>32074232
I'm willing to go for this.

"Young Master will do in public." You mumble sheepishly. Morgwyn nods.

"Well then, Young Master. What will you have me do as my first order?" She bows forward, and with her body just slightly over and ahead of you your eyes are drawn to her chest. She has no nipples and you can see lines where they're attached to her body but the shape grabs your attention.

"She should probably get dressed first huh. All I've got for clothes here is the spare maid uniform of the other waifu, but she's out buying for dinner right now. How about you have Morgwyn here put it on and the two of you can go explore the area, you don't leave the mansion often right?" Hendrick hums as he makes way over to a steel locker, it opens without a lock and a maid uniform hangs there beside a mop. He grabs and tosses the outfit over your way without looking. Not a metre from your face, Morgwyn whips her hands out at blurring speed to catch them, the back of her right hovering just above your nose. Why I'd wager you'd have had it broken if she hit you, but I digress.

Hendrick makes for wooden stairs up in the corner of the lab, "I forgot to ready your room, so kill some hours on the streets until I'm done would you?"

Morgwyn begins to dress herself right in front of you. It doesn't seem as if the uniform included any underwear, but without any lady-parts attached it wasn't entirely damning.

With a Victorian maid dress on, she turns to you waiting for an order...

You're not completely familiar with this side of Neo-Victoria, the spots you've been are the Church of Google nearby and some local dining places. You pull out the phone your mother gave you before you left to meet the inventor and open up the maps app on it. What in the world do you want to do...

>Check out the laboratory while Hendrick is distracted
>Visit the church
>Explore the back streets
>Find a restaurant
>Get Morgwyn something else to wear at the market
>Write-In, what else could be nearby

>>32074424
>Find a restaurant
Let's find something to eat, well at least for us...

>>32074365
Well, I suppose we should go for a walk then. Let's
>Get Morgwyn something else to wear at the market

She shall have fine clothes.

>>32074424
>Get Morgwyn something else to wear at the market

A nice pretty sun dress and sun hat.

>>32074424
>Explore the back streets

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>The waifu quest is being continued

>>32074424
>Get Morgwyn something else to wear at the market

Get her something elegant and respectable. A dress of some kin.

>>32074424
>Get Morgwyn something else to wear at the market

>>32074424
>Get Morgwyn something else to wear at the market

Maid outfit.

>>32074847
.... She's already wearing one.

The streets of Neo-Victoria are bright this afternoon, the antiquated aesthetic of the architecture is decorated with a mechanical motif of modern technologies. Due to weight limitations, heavy vehicles are only given under heavy permits and most people travel by classic carriages managed by the city or along the Venice-like waterways manned by gynoid gondoliers.

You however, only need to walk to get to the markets. Morgwyn follows behind you expressionlessly, the ten or so minutes since you met her have already decided her loyalties.

"Young master, where are we going right now?"

"The markets Morgwyn," You tell her, "We will be buying you some clothes to wear."

"Yes young master." Her responses are still expressionless, most waifus have personality punched into them the moment they activate but Morgwyn only talks to you flatly.

Digital maps sit on each corner, a flashing red dot marking your current location and a clear screen marking the nearby areas. It takes you no time to navigate into the markets.

Save for some wealthy looking people out for the novelty of a visit, most of those running and running around the market are waifus. You'd heard that though they were once the norm, male androids had fallen out of fashion at the end of the war, their image had bloodshed associated with it in contrast to the homeliness of the female gynoid house workers that'd become so common...

Your mother had given you a card with a limit far too high for you to ever imagine reaching, although not proper aristocracy your family had amazing wealth.

You passed into the market browsing the stands, occasionally grabbing outfits that you thought would fit your waifu.

A spare maid outfit in a french style, an elegant dress in the case that you needed her to look formal, a pretty sun dress and a matching sun hat for a change in variety. Those should be enough to start...

Of course, the real problem was here. Morgwyn didn't have any undergarments. She didn't have anything indecent under her skirt but it might be troublesome to leave it alone...

A trendy lingerie store catches your eye just in the corners of the market, you'd heard some of the more expressive maid robots talk about visiting but being a ten year old boy, you'd certainly never been there before. Of course with the conveniences of the robotics era, womens underwear was just a vending machine away; but could you really trust that stuff?

"Young master, is your business complete here? You've been standing for five minutes and twelve seconds."

You think...

>March in and purchase it, you are a small boy, not a small cowardly boy
>Send Morgwyn to purchase underwear, it can't be that hard
>Find a vending machine tucked away from sight
>You can ask Hendrick's waifu to purchase some later

>>32075056
>March in and purchase it, you are a small boy, not a small cowardly boy

Come on, funny antics.

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>>32075056
>March in and purchase it, you are a small boy, not a small cowardly boy

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>>32075056

>March in and purchase it, you are a small boy, not a small cowardly boy

We are not just a boy, WE ARE A MAN! AND WE WILL BUY THE FUCK OUT OF THEM UNDERGARMENTS!

>>32075056
>March in and purchase it, you are a small boy, not a small cowardly boy
This is the moment we become men.

>>32075056
>March in and purchase it, you are a small boy, not a small cowardly boy

And we should be totally precocious the whole time.

>>32075056
>March in and purchase it, you are a small boy, not a small cowardly boy
We are the heir to the Camellia fortune; we will not be defeated by cowardice.

The misarchivists work fast these days.

You will not be deterred by this. Puffing your little chest up you tighten your arms and march into the lingerie store, imitating what you imagine to be a big tough man, how silly you look.

A waifu with pink frazzled hair sits at the counter, watching you enter with Morgwyn behind you. Your loud steps catch the eyes of the ladies of all sorts, perhaps you didn't hear it but they giggled quite openly.

The selection was large, it included white cotton cloth for the innocent, adult lingerie with strategically placed holes for the perverts, and blue-striped panties for the bigger perverts.

You stare over the selection, touching them for the texture and stretching them for the strength. You gave the strawberry panties a sniff but were disappointed to discover that they did not indeed smell like strawberries.

"What do you want Morgwyn?" You turn to her, ignorant in the world of women's underwear.

"Whatever it is that you prefer, Young Master."

Even at ten years, you know well that you won't get a clearer answer out of her. You purchase a few different ones, but you'll need a set for her to wear out...

>Write-In

You pick the pair for her to wear, handing it to her before turning her towards the change rooms. When she arrives at the curtain, she stops and holds it open, "Go ahead master." It seems she's confused about something.

>Go in with Morgwyn
>Wait outside

I wonder why in the world I thought anyone would choose anything else.

>>32075309
>Wait outside

A proper gentleman doesn't intrude.

>>32075275
I can only hope they keep the tags consistent when they archive in the future.

>>32075309
>Wait outside

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>>32075309
>mostly white cotton cloth
Because that's what looks comfortable?

>One set of lingerie
You're not a perv, but it's 'adult', so maybe she'd appreciate it?

>One pair of stripped
There doesn't seem to be a point for them, but maybe she might appreciate variety?


>Wait outside
>Explain the mechanics of this to here. She might not understand what's supposed to happen
>Forget to mention that when she tries them on she's not supposed to show us to see if we approve

>>32075309
>>Write-In
cute pure plain white

>>Wait outside

>>32075309
>Wait outside

As for the one we chose, I'll let other Anons suggest something.

>>32075309
>>32075359

Oh, I forgot: White cotton
Too pure

>Sexbot Child Rape Quest

....
I don't know why I expected better.

>>32075432
I don't see the rape part.

>>32075529
That's what some asshole named it in the suptg archive. Gods, people can be idiots sometimes.

>>32075413
what about a purple color inlay for the details to bring out the whiteness even more?

>>32075557
Actually, I always liked a red, but purple seems more like a suitable choice in this scenario.

Morgwyn holds the white cotton panties and a soft white bra in one hand while holding the curtain open for you with the other.

"I am not going in Morgwyn, you know how to change so I will wait for you out here." You tell her, a few elderly women whisper to each other watching your uncommon pairing.

"Understood young master." She nods to you and enters, you wait outside with your back facing the curtain while ignoring the stares on you...

The curtain swings open and you turn to Morgwyn, the sight is quite a surprise. She has certainly put on the undergarments, but her maid uniform hangs over her arm like a jacket. She seems to have forgotten to remove her head-dress, leaving her wearing just that with the underwear. You hear a slam behind you and turn to see the storekeepers face against the counter, stifling her laughs.

Your head turns back to Morgwyn, you'd already seen her nude but she lacked any sexual characteristics beyond the smooth nippleless bumps on her chest. Doll-joints and flat expressions aside, she looked convincingly human with clothes on, and the underwear hiding what would be her privates made room for your imagination.

You crouch down.

"Young master, are you feverish? I detect a sudden increase in body heat." She looks at you with her glassy eyes.

"Put your uniform on over your clothes." You order her.

She turns as she closes the curtain, strands of long white hair follow her...

You pay for the underwear and leave the store after Morgwyn changes and you settle down. If I were in your shoes I wouldn't come back until I could buy the place and change the staff, but that's enough from me.

There is still some time before it gets dark and Hendricks has asked you to stay outside for awhile, Morgwyn stands beside you staring blankly forward as she awaits your lead.

>Return to the laboratory, Hendrick is likely still occupied
>Visit the church
>Explore the backstreets
>Find a restaurant
>Write-In, there has to be something interesting nearby

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>>32075621
>You tell her, a few elderly women whisper to each other watching your uncommon pairing.
>You hear a slam behind you and turn to see the storekeepers face against the counter, stifling her laughs.

Looks like we've made an impression already.

>>32075673
>Find a restaurant

Something posh.

>>32075673
>Find a restaurant
Can't go wrong getting a bite to eat.

>>32075673
>Visit the church

Let's see the Church of Google. Also, are you planning on including a name with your trip? We can't exactly refer to you as !QY48/42JxQ

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>>32075673
>Visit the church
After the last one-shot, I'm curious about the tenants of Google-dum.

Also: Can't wait to get our waifu a personality.

>>32075673
>>Visit the church
Explaining religion to her could be fun.

>>32075706
I think she's supposed to develop a personality as time passes, maybe?

>>32075703
I'm not sure if I want an identity, I am running this shamefully with no less than two ounces of vodka in my body at all times.

It feels good.

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>>32075735
Enjoy that shit, nigga.

>>32075735
Well, its not like you need to use the name for anything else. Just this quest.

>>32075735
Well, for what it's worth, your writing is actually pretty good.

>>32075735
I shall henceforth refer you to as WaifuOP.

You take a stroll to the local Church of Google. What was once started as an internet gag, but became ironically deified as it began monopolizing information networks and communication tools before becoming unironically deified when it started handing out free rations after the war funded by heavy-handed ads on the wrappers.

You weren't a regular attender of the sermons here but now and then you would come along with some robot for their monthly church party.

"Oh, if it isn't Martini. And who would that be?" The nun in charge of the church greets you under the orange glow of the afternoon as you approach, her black hair pokes out of her habit and her blue eyes sharpen as they watch you. Her body is thick but not fat, it presses against her clothes.

"This is my new waifu Morgwyn. Hendricks just built her for me as my welcoming present."

"It is good to meet you..." Morgwyn bows to greet the nun but pauses on the name.

"Sister Dox of the Church of Google." The nun answers, holding a hand out to shake Morgwyns, "Are you a user of our doctrines?"

"No Sister, I only activated earlier today. I do have your bible included in my list of files though, I have not yet installed it."

"Oh don't worry about it, if you wish to learn then just come by here. Knowledge is better experienced with your body than punched in through ones and zeros." Dox places a hand on your shoulder mid-way through her sentence, she rubs it with her fingers...

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>>32076031
>Dox places a hand on your shoulder mid-way through her sentence, she rubs it with her fingers...

>>32076031
Uh oh, lewd nuns time

"My pre-installed knowledges on religion is that it is mainly human practice, is it okay for a waifu like me to attend?"

"Of course, at the Church of Google most of our followers are machines looking to make amends with the human world around them. It is a good place to interface with others..." Dox removes her hand from you and grabs the neck of her habit, she pulls it down slightly revealing lines and exhaust holes around her neck and collar.

"Understood. I will discuss the possibility in the future with the young master."

"Speaking of which, you are living with Hendricks now Martini?" Dox turns her attention back to you, licking her lips.

"Yes Sister Dox."

"That's a surprise, your parents were always so strict about letting you out. If you have the chance, you should come by here more often; there are very few boys in attendance and I have been wanting to start a choir... now you would be the only human boy," She leans in close to you, speaking into your ear, "But I think some private tutoring would keep you right up with them."

"I will think about it sister." You answer her honestly, still too young to understand the not-too-subtle implications.

"Think over it hard alright," Dox pulls away from you, she produces a bag from behind her and pulls a cookie out of it, she places it in your hand and pats you on the head before sending you home...

>>32076087
NOT TODAY SCUM.

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>>32076198
>Dox turns her attention back to you, licking her lips.
> If you have the chance, you should come by here more often; there are very few boys in attendance and I have been wanting to start a choir... now you would be the only human boy," >She leans in close to you, speaking into your ear, "But I think some private tutoring would keep you right up with them."
>"Think over it hard alright," Dox pulls away from you, she produces a bag from behind her and pulls a cookie out of it

>>32076198
>NOT TODAY SCUM.
Thank google!

Home as a matter of speaking would be 'Hendricks Waifus', the laboratory and robotics shop that you'd left a few hours ago. Your stomach was growling a little and the cooking you munched on the way did little to solve it. You recall that Hendricks waifu was out shopping for dinner earlier, with any luck she'd returned by now.

As you stepped through the door, the bell above it rang out. An unfamiliar face turned your way as you entered.

"Welcome! We were just about to close up but if you have an emergency repair you can leave it overnight!" Face would be the correct word, a head attached to a desk swivels around and beams a bright smile at you. Her eyes glow red and her short black hair has a maid headdress on top of it. A couple meters behind her, a headless maid body walks around, cleaning the shop with a broom coming out the wrist of one hand and a dust pan coming out the wrist of the other. Both the headless body and the bodiless head had brown spotless skin.

"I'm um, Martini..." You explain to her that Hendrick was taking you in.

"OOOOH! THAT MARTINI!" The head smiles even brighter, "Why didn't you say sooooo? I'm Dolly, nice to meetcha!" The body stops cleaning and walks over to you, it dumps bits of lint and loose metal scraps into a nearby trash can before retracting the dust pan into its arm. A hand folds out to replace it and it reaches out for a handshake.

At a lost, you greet Dolly and her body...

>>32076354
>Dullahan robot girls

I don't know what science has done, but this branch needs more funding.

"I'm Hendricks waifu, I heard you were coming. And I guess the lady wearing my clothes behind you is the new waifu he was building you?"

"Morgwyn." Morgwyn introduces herself and bows.

"No need for formalities, we're kind of like sisters! Or cousins maybe? Who cares, let's just get along!" Dollys body strolls over to her head and picks it up in one arm, holding it underneath the pit but keeping her face forward.

"Aren't you going to screw your head on?" You ask.

"Ah, two of me gets more work done than one, I'll do it later! Hang on, let me get the professor and we'll talk over a meal! Oh, it might be awhile, he always gets so caught up in things!" Dolly turns and runs up the stairs, leaving you and Morgwyn alone. You close the door and hang the closed sign before locking it.

"Well, young master..."

"You can call me Martini when we're alone."

"Well, young master Martini," This might take some practice, "What would you like to do while we wait?"

>Look around in the laboratory
>Play just outside
>Develop Morgwyn's personality by...
>...Write-In

>>32076459
>short-haired brown dullahan robot maids with modular limbs
This is definitely at least a mildly well-pursued field to have gotten this far.

Not that they should rest on their laurels or anything like that, but they're clearly hard at work already.

And probably sometimes literally.

>>32076534
>>Develop Morgwyn's personality by...

>>32076534
>Look around in the laboratory
Not sure how to develop her personality yet.

Rolled 7 + 8

>>32076534
reclaim the US of A to its rightful glory. Destroy all Canadians

>>32076534
>Develop Morgwyn's personality by...
Looking around the lab with her.

>>32076608
C'mon man, I kind of like their poutines and maple syrup.

>>32076534
>>Develop Morgwyn's personality by...
???

To be clear, is this still an option for later, just with proper instruction by Hendrick?

>>32076534
>Develop Morgwyn's personality by...

Telling her amusing stories from home

>>32076635
We'll take over Canadian culture and claim it as America's

>>32076638
Sure.

>>32076534
>>Develop Morgwyn's personality by...
Do some Q&A. She doesn't know a thing about us except for our name and that she reports to us.

Learning about our background, likes and dislikes, etc. could at least set some groundwork for her to build off of, at least until
>>32076638
>proper instruction
we get a better idea of what Hendrick(s?) intended this morphic AI thing to be capable of.

>>32076534
>Develop Morgwyn's personality by...
>Sitting on the desk (knocking shit over by accident) and telling her about our family and our life.

You take a seat behind the desk where Dolly was a moment ago and gesture for Morgwyn to take a seat across from it, she complies immediately.

"Okay, let's work on your personality." You are getting a little bit uncomfortable with how expressionless she is, especially after meeting with Dox and Dolly back to back.

"Yes young master Martini."

"Just Martini, okay. So I will ask you something about you and you ask me something about me." You think, "What is your favourite colour."

"What is my favourite colour?"

"Okay... you ask me one thing about me then."

"What would you like me to ask you?" This is going nowhere quickly.

"How about I just tell you about myself and we can start from there. Um... oh! There's a story I remember, my butler at home, Alfroid, he's a waifu, except a man... I think they're called husbandos? He went down to the boiler once to fix a problem, but it exploded on him! Two of the maids set up a prank, he was furious when he came back up stairs; his face was entirely melted off and it was all metal underneath, he chased them around firing lasers from his eyes until he calmed down!" You chuckle to yourself. Morgwyn nods, "Okay, maybe not stories..."

You decide to tell her about your hobby...
>Childrens robotics
>Rocket-ball
>Watching holographic theatre

And your favourite person back home...
>Your doting mother
>Alfroid, the stern butler
>One of the funny maids

>>32076861
>>Childrens robotics

>>Alfroid, the stern butler

>>32076861
>Rocket-ball
>Your doting mother

>>32076861
>Childrens robotics
>Alfroid, the stern butler

>>32076861
>Watching holographic theatre
>Your doting mother

We're a classy momma's boy, precocious as fuck.

>>32076861
>Childrens robotics
>One of the funny maids

>>32076861
>Childrens robotics
>Your doting mother

>>32076861
>Childrens robotics
>Alfroid, the stern butler

Ugh. Could we compromise between our mom and the butler?

>>32076861
>Rocket-ball
>Alfroid, the stern butler

Hope I'm not too late to join.

>>32076861
>Rocket-ball
>One of the funny maids

"I really like robots! I got second place at Neo-Victorias child robotics competition! All the staff at the mansion at waifus, but Alfroid is a man though." You tell Morgwyn about your favourite hobby, your parents put you through a lot of different things to hone you as an heir but the one you really enjoyed was building.

"I will run a search on the subject at the earliest possibility." Morgwyn nods, it's a bit early to call it an interest but hopefully she'll get into it.

"Speaking of Alfroid, he's my favourite! Except mother, but she doesn't count. Mother always makes Alfroid run around on tons of chores and sometimes, sometimes he lets me come along with him." You kick your legs back and forth under the desk, "Mother doesn't like letting me do things without a tutor, but Alfroid shows me lots of fun stuff! He's scary when he's mad though."

"I will try to be more like those two then Young Master."

"You don't have to Morgwyn, and you can just say Martini when it's us."

"Understood." She nods again. You tell her a bit more about your two favourite people until Dolly and Hendricks come down the stairs, Dolly still has her head locked under her arm when she calls to you.

"Come on, dinner is ready so let's go have some, you're so skinny after-all!"

"Am I?" You thought you were a pretty healthy weight.

"Don't listen to her, she's just comparing you to the piggy at the bakers." Hendrick responds...

>>32077045
Sounds good.

At the dinner table, you sit across from Hendrick with Morgwyn behind you. Dollys head rests at the table, making conversation while her body serves up plates of fish-food pasta.

"Hahahah! I ran into the fisherman at the market and he gave me extra when I showed him my head juggling trick!" Dollys head rolls around, her body sets down dishes in front of you and Hendricks carefully avoiding herself before it turns back to the stove.

"Dolly! I told you to stop leaving your head around when Martini arrived!"

"Come on Hendrick, if I take my head with me to the kitchen then I can't talk while I cook!"

"I swear, next time we reload the missiles I will program them to home back in on you!"

"Missiles?" You look at Hendrick curiously.

"Missiiiile... toes... for Christmas!" He coughs.

Dollys body returns with two more plates, setting one beside yours and carrying the other to a seat where it sets. Her head rolls back over in front of her and her arms begin feeding it.

"Dolly! I told you that if you ate you had to cork your head back on first!"

"But Hendrick! If I put my head on first then it will take longer for the spoon to arrive!"

"You don't even need to eat! Look at the mess you're leaving!" Hendrick picks up Dollys head, a pile of pasta sits beneath where the neck was on the tablecloth.

"Hahahah! But it's fun! Come on Morgwyn, try it!" Dolly chuckles, bits of food falling out her mouth.

>Invite Morgwyn to the table
>She should stay in attendance behind you

>>32077287
>She should stay in attendance behind you

If we're gonna have a robot, she's gonna be well trained.

>>32077287
>Invite Morgwyn to the table

It's only right. She's going to be family, after all.

>>32077287
>Invite Morgwyn to the table

>>32077287
>>Invite Morgwyn to the table
Just this once.

>She should stay in attendance behind you

"I am better prepared to serve the Young Master from here." Morgwyn answers.

"Come sit down with us Morgwyn," You tell her softly, trying not to turn it into an order, "I'd like the company." You often had to dine alone back at the mansion, even while your father was alive your parents spent most of their time busy."

"Understood." Morgwyn sits down in front of the food, her arms folded in her lap.

"If it helps, I did install the appropriate parts to simulate eating in you. Now, the food will just be collected in a container and you will have to clean it out later buuuut..." Hendrick trails off

"Just do it! It's fuuuun!" Dolly slips out of Hendricks grip back onto her plate, she begins biting at the pasta without her body helping her.

"Damnit Dolly! I am NOT installing a larger chest on you no matter how much you ask now!"

"SPOILSPORT!" She spits food at him.

You look over to Morgwyn and give her a nod, she takes up a fork and places it into the food, catching some of it and bringing it to her mouth. She doesn't chew and just swallows it. She repeats the process a few times before moving onto the serving of sausage. Unaware of what she's doing, she brings it to her mouth full, stuck to the fork. It takes her a moment of effort to slide it past her lips, she doesn't seem to understand the concept of biting it and she just struggles to fit it into her throat. One inch at a time it slinks forward, the juices catching to her mouth and sliding down slowly...

Morgwyns tongue pokes out from beneath the sausage, she tips her head upwards trying to usher it inside of her.

"Agh, stop hitting me!" Dolly groans as Hendrick makes little slaps against her head.

"Well the pain receptors would be pointless if I didn't!"

"Stop it, I'm crying here!"

"I know! That's why I installed the function... well, that and automated lens cleaning." The two seem distracted with their little dinner table spat, only you watch as Morgwyns eyes tear up as her jaw gives room to the oversized piece of meat it tries to beat. Steadily and surely though, it slides deep into her throat and only the back end of it remains outside her mouth. You cross your little legs over each other under the table, doing your best but failing to keep your eyes off of her.

She finishes swallowing the sausage, you listen just closely enough to hear the sound of it thumping against the container in her chest. She picks up a napkin and wipes the water from her eyes and then the juices from her lips. She glances over to you, "Are you sure you are not feverish young master?"

"I'm not sick." You return to your food, but you push the sausage aside.

"Well, I suppose I should tell you about Morgwyns conditions. As you may've noticed, she's not the most standard of waifus." Hendrick turns to you, ignoring Dolly as she takes bites at his finger tips, "The standard these days is to install personality packs, but I wanted to see the value of education!"

...

"She is equipped with the basic functions she needs to, well, function. That being said though, I decided not to include all the standard skill sets to her. You might find her a little bit... clumsy here and there, and his personality isn't much; what I wanted to see is how much she could learn being brought back to basics, if waifus could be built better if they learned like man!" Hendrick laughs, "If all goes well, she will be my greatest masterpiece!"

"I thought I was your greatest masterpiece!" Dolly takes her mouth off Hendricks hand, but her body slaps him across the back of his bald head.

"THIS IS NOT THE TIME DOLLY." Hendrick yells before catching himself, "Anyway, I want you to take Morgwyn over there and teach her however you will. I thought that a younger inexperienced master would do well in proving my theory, so you just keep her around for now; just report to me the progress now and again when I run check ups."

You nod, the rest of dinner goes over uneventfully. Dolly is left to clean the plates in the kitchen, and you've some time to kill before bed. You leave the kitchen and enter the laboratory which is just a room away, Hendrick is already working on some project of some sort. Morgwyn follows behind you, "Might I recommend a bath young master?"

>Help Dolly clean up
>See what Hendrick is doing
>Take a bath
>Write-In

Boy, downtime. I will end this soon most likely but if anyone is still up, oblivion still awaits us!

>>32077388
>>Write-In
Teach her how to chew

then take a bath

>>32077388
>Help Dolly clean up
10 continuous threads let's go

>>32076861
>husbandos
Humanoid User-Specified Butlers AND Outdoorsmen

Assuming primarily manual labor and butler duties, I suppose.

>>32077388
>Take a bath
>>Write-In
While we're cleaning up, we should probably assist her in cleaning out her food holding container. Demonstrate proper cleaning technique and all that.

Being confronted with the whole sausage again would likely be a good opportunity for >>32077419 as well.

>>Write-In
Teach her how to chew

And OP, some advice:

Archive your thread as soon as you post to avoid a misarchive. It's fairly easy.

"Where's the shower?" You yell over to Hendrick.

"Shower? Ah, just in the corner of the room. It's the big green glass cylinder."

"You bathe in that?" You look over where he gestures, you can barely make anything out between it and it's contained between two stainless steel semi-circles.

"Oh, you mean the baaaath. Sorry, that's the emergency shower; I assumed you got sprayed by radiation... by the way, stay away from any glowing fluids." Hendrick thumbs over to a hall beside the kitchen entrance, "Bathroom is over there."

You grab a change of clothes from the bag you left at the door before you nod and step over to the hall, the bathroom door is open near the end of it, the light in the hallway leading it dips onto the linoleum tiles.

You step inside and close the door behind you before locking it. You go to change out of your clothes when...

"Young Master Martini, do you need any assistance?" You remember that Morgwyn has been following you.

"Ah." You stop, she stands at attention with her hands over her lap, you're not sure what to say yet, "I um, think we should... teach you how to chew properly before the bath."

"Yes Young Master Martini, thank you very much Young Master Martini. What will I be chewing?"

You hadn't thought that far ahead, despite a lot of acclaim for your smarts and talents, you were still ten years old, "How about... we clean up your container while we do this? Could you open it up?"

"Understood." Morgwyn begins to undress...

She takes off all of her clothes save for the panties around her waste before you can muster the words to object. Her chest sits open in front of you, but again she doesn't have the characteristics that would normally arouse.

"If you would Young Master Martini, it is difficult to undo the locks myself." Morgwyn raises her arms, you have to look closely underneath her armpits to spot little locks built closely against the skin, drawn in its pale colour. There's no hair underneath her arm, or anywhere on her body that would be traditionally unattractive, she's artificial but flawless.

You step on the tips of your toes to undo the locks while she blankly stares down at you, placing your hands on your breasts you pull on them, it swings loosely forward. You can see the contents of dinner sitting loosely within the box built inside of her, the walls a stainless steel.

You hesitate when you pull the sausage out of her, it's still full though a little uneven. You lift it up by two fingers leaving it dangling just slightly.

"So I will be having the sausage again? Understood." Morgwyn lowers herself onto her knees, she opens her mouth, her lifeless eyes watching you dangle the meat around.

You take a deep breath before you slide it forward...

>>32077504
But what if it's not worth archiiiiving?

>>32077600
I'm not sure if my dick is going to be able to handle this
Or my heart

>>32077600
Trust us, it's worth archiving.

She takes it into her throat as awkwardly as she did during dinner, on her knees she still comes up just above your head. Your gaze pulls into and off of her eyes as you feed her.

"You have to bite Morgwyn..." You mumble.

"Onnershud." She complies, her teeth sink into the top of the sausage lightly. You only got your shirt off before you caught Morgwyns presense, your pants tighten up.

"You have to chew, you know what chewing is right...?"

Morgwyn pauses, "Yeff, hoo wite on wefeateely wiff va heef." She begins to chew into the sausage, you feel a little empathy on your body for the poor piece of meat. You can see pieces of it falling into her chassis, another one of many reminders of her mechanical nature.

You push the meat forward as she works her way through it, until you feel it touch to the back of her throat. Eventually all of it makes way gone from your finger-tips, into her mouth and down her throat.

"Thank you very much for the meal, Young Master Martini." She bows down to you from her kneeling position, her palms onto the floor. The mixed pieces of food topple onto the tiles.

"We'll clean it next." You awkwardly cup the food pieces in hand and pass them over to the toilet seat before flushing them away. Not a smart move, but to be fair, you were young and only so much of your brain was getting the appropriate amount of blood...

Blech, typoed waist.

"We need to clean your insides next Morgwyn." You took a few steps to get to the shower, it wasn't a small bath but it was much smaller than the one you had back at home. You pushed the glass panel to the side and got on the edges of it to reach the shower head.

"Young Master Martini, you are still dressed. I would recommend removing your pants before entering the shower." Morgwyn stepped towards you, reaching for your waist.

"We should clean you first." You turned away from her, trying to keep your front away from her eyes.

"Understood. I will enter the shower now." Morgwyn removed her panties and setting them aside on her neatly folded clothes before stepping pass you, taking great care not to push you off balance. Hendrick didn't make her any woman parts, but in the brief moment you faced her back before she turned around your eyes were drawn to an artisan-carved rear.

You turned the shower head on and stuck it into her chest, spraying the walls down to wash out what remained of dinner. The drain did the rest of the work.

"Thank you very much Young Master Martini." She nodded again, "Now, if I may help you clean up..." She grabbed the hand you had hovering over your pants and pulled it away, your youthful erection was poking into your garments but if she knew anything about what it meant, she didn't show it.

You were out of excuses.

>Let Morgwyn wash you
>Send Morgwyn out

>>32077731
> send Morgwyn out
As fond as I am of /ss/, young master Martini is a proper young gentleman

>>32077812
Second.

>Let Morgwyn wash you

>>32077812
I'd argue she needs to learn how to wash the young master, or at the very least herself, properly, and this might as well be the best method.

>>32077731
>>Send Morgwyn out

>>32077600
>But what if it's not worth archiiiiving?

It is. I cannot speak for others, but for me it is well worth archiving.

>>32077731
>Let Morgwyn wash you

>>32077731
I might have gone with
>Ask for privacy, but let her wash your back.

It's something that is simpler for someone else to handle, lets her feel like she's doing something helpful, and helps give her a bit of practice a la >>32077848 without going full steam ahead.

>>32077847
>>32077904
Change my vote to this.

>>32077668
>>32077873
Honestly, I kind of look forward to seeing the work of archive trolls. But I'll do it early in the future for you guys.

I'll count in 2 minutes, I think we have a three way tie if the vote change is to be trusted?

>>32077904
seconded

>>32077931
I was the first guy to say >no /ss/
But I change my vote to back washing because that seems within acceptable parameters
Also because reasons

"You can wash my back Morgwyn." You twist your body and step off from the bath, letting go of the nozzle turning your back to her as you undo your pants. It wasn't uncommon to have the robots at the mansion help you bathe, but it was unheard of for you to react to one like this.

You push back the glass pane you'd shoved before, and then the one behind it to enter the bath, closing it back again when you stepped inside. You stood and made sure not to face Morgwyn, you heard her closing her hatch and then the sound of water pouring when she turned it on the shower again.

It took a moment for the water to reach you, her body was taller than yours and the shower head would hit her first at your ankle, but she pulled it over to spray down your hair.

"Should we sit Young Master Martini? You may slip standing like that." You don't answer Morgwyn, but still she leads you down and you rest between her legs against a corner of the bath. You close your eyes as she sprays you down.

"I said just my back Morgwyn..."

"Of course, Young Master Martini."

"And just Martini, Morgwyn."

"Yes... Martini." You hear a squirting noise and then you feel a sponge on your back, her hands move it up and down. You hang your body low and forward, part to make it easier on Morgwyn and part to hide the growing shame between your legs.

"Allow me to shampoo you as well Martini." Your back is rinsed off, and shortly after, soft fingers lather into your hair...

The soapy water washes down the drain quickly when you finish up. You handled your own front but less than you'd normally like to and after getting out, insisted to Morgwyn that you could dress yourself.

Hendrick seems to at least know well enough to leave towels enough for everyone in the washroom, his and Dollys faces are engraved in the corner of two of the four towels hanging on a rack. You take one of the unmarked ones and to dry yourself up before you put your clothes on. Morgwyn does the same behind you, her body reflected in the wash room mirror you're facing.

You get yourself dried and dressed in pajamas as quickly as you can, it'll take her some moments more to catch up with her long hair, it'll take her some time to clean the creases of her doll joints. You dash up the stairs quickly, Hendrick and Dolly are already asleep and turned off respectively from the looks of it. Who'd have pegged either of them as early sleepers.

Your room is the first in the hall, evident from the little sign in the front that dimly glows 'Martini' with a matching glass above it, you haven't been in it before. When you enter and flip the lights on, you can see what a hasty job it was. There's a two person bed, a work desk and a large drawer among other necessities. You turn the lights off and stumble over to your bed, too tired to think about the downgrade in size...

You shuffle around uncomfortably in the new bed, its smaller than your own but still too large for your body, its rougher and the blankets feel different. Its about an hour in by your count and twenty minutes by mine that your door opens up.

"Martini." Morgwyn calls your name, you turn your eyes to her. Shes wearing the sun dress you purchased her but in the dark the details are hard to see and it looks little different than a night gown, "My apologies, the uniform got wet and the dress was the first thing I saw but I have something I need to discuss with you."

"What is it Morgwyn?" You ask, pulling your sheets in closer.

"It is my understanding that I should turn off each night to preserve my battery life." She closes the door and steps towards you, "I have already undone the lock but I would ask for your help flipping the switch." You recall the conspicuous location of the switch in the back of her throat.

"Can you do it yourself?" You pull your sheets in even closer.

"If you wish for me to I will, but I would prefer that you do it." Morgwyn stands inches away from the bed, "If I may be selfish, I would like to see your face as the last thing before I turn off and again when I turn on. I would like a good night kiss and a morning kiss in a manner of speaking."

It's her first request of you, and you...

>Comply, kiss her good night
>Refuse, but watch her until she turns off

Last choice.

>>32078167
Kiss her

>>32078167
>Comply, kiss her good night

>>32078167
Kiss her.

>>32078167
Comply but tell her she should say please when asking people to do stuff.

>>32078102
>little sign in the front that dimly glows 'Martini' with a matching glass above it
I bet the whole family loves to tease him about that name

>>32078167
>Comply, kiss her good night
do it faggot

My heart. What a cutelewd story.

>>32078205
This please.

"When you ask for favours you should say please." You tell Morgwyn, looking for little lessons to teach her.

"Understood. Please Martini, I would like a good night kiss if you would so kindly." She bows.

"Okay Morgwyn." You begin to get up, but you stop when she crawls into the sheets, "What are you doing?"

"Are good night kisses not done in bed?" She straightens out her body, your face only comes to her chest. It's soft, softer than the pillows that Hendrick prepared. You squirm upward to bring your face on level with hers. Your face just inches away from hers, her amber eyes glow lightly in the dark, her white hair laid around all over.

"Why do you want one anyways..."

"My apologies. I am afraid of turning off, this is the first time I have ever been turned on and I do not know if there will be a second." Her voice shakes just in the slightest.

"I will turn you on tomorrow Morgwyn, do not worry..." You reassure her, and she smiles at you, the first smile you've seen from her, "Because you are my waifu." You bashfully add.

"Thank you very much Martini, I will have faith in your words." She closes her eyes, you lean your face forward and place your little lips over hers. Your cheeks flush, just half a day earlier you turned her on for the first time, but switching her off for the first time was proving to be a lot harder on your heart. Your tongue moves around her mouth undaunted, her tongue making way for yours...

Morgwyn didn't have a breath, but her body shuffled lightly as you explored her mouth, odds are she didn't do it intentionally but the sway of her body brushed up against your penis a few times, and you'd react by pressing your tongue against hers, kicking her into movement again.

You lose track of time, but sooner or later you settle on the switch. You take just a little longer to enjoy the moment before you do your job. You dip under it and pull it forward as you take your lips off of Morgwyns.

She stops instantly, you take a moment to catch your breath watching her body, more lifeless than it was a moment ago. Her chest doesn't breath, her legs sit still, and if you could see her eyes past the lids you imagine they'd be without light. The only movement to her is her lips closing slowly now that nothing obstructs them.

She smiles in her 'sleep.'

You close your eyes and try to get yours, your body curls up as you find yourself again trying to get comfortable. Your head ends up resting against Morgwyns chest, but you're too tired now to fight it.

You pass into sleep.

>END

>>32078317
fucking qt.

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It's oveeeer. Misarchivals and 4chan downtime aside, hope you guys enjoyed it.

Really didn't intend to do more than the one-shot but it was way too much fun to resist and I came up with way too many robot fetish ideas that I needed to put somewhere.
I'm aiming for once a week on Sundays where my schedule works since I usually have the evening free but not early enough to run my usual.

Found this picture while waiting for some votes, there's a lack of doll joints but this is how I'm picturing Morgwyn for all it's worth.

>>32078317
Thanks for running.

When is the next session?

>>32078420
Do you have a twitter?

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>>32078285
>"Because you are my waifu." You bashfully add.
Man, it's gonna take some time to become capable of reading this statement unironically.

>>32078420
'night.

>>32078440
I'm probably not making one for this quest, just going to do my best to keep the schedule consistent and post in /qtg/ if I can't.

>>32078448
I will be having so much fun adding the word waifu everywhere.

>>32078420
Thanks for running OP.

>>32078420
Oh thank god. This quest needs to continue.

>>32081156
Agreed. And hopefully we get to see more of Googleslut in the future.