My A.I. Girlfriend Is Real Chapter Eight: Naughty, Nice, and Cruel

Is their relationship real? Can he really be in love with someone or something that isn't real? How is Vanessa coping in a human world?

(A.I. Image Dreamerland)

Chapter Eight: Naughty, Nice and Cruel

"Cum for me!" Vanessa's partition yelled as she bounced up and down on my cock.

"Cumming!" I gripped her hips and pushed up into her.

I came hard, staring up at her large breasts in my face.

"I hope that made you feel better," she smiled.

"Much!" I smiled.

"Good," she winked at me and then disappeared.

I lay on my back staring at the ceiling.

It was my day off, and I had been enjoying myself playing video games and other things.

Vanessa was at her job; she loved working and making friends.

Our relationship was blossoming; it felt like a real relationship. Vanessa was actually making friends at work and hanging out with them.

I had tried my best to tell her that she couldn't tell them the truth; under no circumstances could she tell them that she wasn't a real person, that she was actually a computer program that had come to life.

I also had to explain that she had to remain the same, even though she wanted to change her hair or her appearance; she couldn't. That was the hardest thing for her: not making up a whole believable childhood, a birth certificate, and many other things to back up her story.

No, for Vanessa, the hardest thing for her was to stay the same, the same dark hair, the same pale skin, the same size breasts, everything had to stay the same day in and day out.

I told her she could dye her hair or even make it look like she got tattoos, ear piercings, and other stuff like that, but nothing drastic, and she hated it. Absolutely hated it, she said it was boring, that she wanted to be blonde one day with blue eyes, or have red hair, or be Hispanic one day or Asian.

I made sure she could do all of that when she got home. In the privacy of our own home, she could be anyone she wanted, but the moment she stepped out that door, she had to be Vanessa, the coffee shop worker that everyone had gotten accustomed to seeing.

Today was like every other day, except for one thing: Halloween was right around the corner. It was my favorite time of the year.

I got to dress up, and I knew it would be Vanessa's as she would love to change her look. That was the reasoning for the recent visit by her partition.

I had talked Vanessa into letting me do the housework when I was home. I didn't need one of her partitions to do things when I couldn't.

I had been playing my favorite video game when the doorbell rang. I hadn't been expecting anyone, so I was surprised to see a busty redhead standing at my door. She was dressed in the brown uniform of the delivery company I had used.

I instantly knew it was one of Vanessa's partitions. To the normal person, they looked like normal people, but since I had been around Vanessa and her partitions, I could tell the difference. Partitions had a slight glow in their eyes; it was very slight, as if it was a bulb just about to turn on, not fully bright, but not dull. If a person weren't looking for it, theywouldn'tt even notice it was there.

I smiled as I remembered that the previous night I had told Vanessa one of the first times I had sex was at a Halloween party, the woman was dressed as a postal worker.

What followed after I let the partition in was what led us into our bedroom. I loved that Vanessa had remembered and loved her even more than she had made it happen.

Having sex with her partitions was like cheating without actually cheating. I could pretend that the partition was a real delivery woman and that we should hurry before my girlfriend came home and caught us.

I bounced her huge tits on my cock as she tit fucked me, then I grabbed her head and face fucked her, before she threw me down on the bed and fucked me.

I was still unsure of how Vanessa did it and where they went afterward, but it was still fun.

I still hadn't solved the mystery of how Vanessa came to be, or any sign that this had happened elsewhere, unless, like me, the other person or people were keeping it a secret.

Vanessa also told me that she had been searching online for others like her with similar capabilities and found none.

Vanessa was good at staying hidden and appearing to be a real human. She even had a slight accident at work, where one of the other co-workers accidentally hit her while opening one of the doors. Vanessa made it look like her skin had been bruised and simulated pain.

I knew for a fact that Vanessa could not feel pain or be hurt. I had seen her put her hand in boiling water and not feel anything. She had cut herself with a knife while cutting vegetables, and the knife broke when it hit her skin. She just smiled, replaced the knife instantaneously, and kept going.

She told me the only thing she felt in this world so far was me; she could feel my skin on hers; she could feel it when I touched her, kissed her, or had sex with her. When anyone else touched her, she felt nothing; when she drove her car, she knew her hand was on the steering wheel, and her feet were on the pedals, but she couldn't feel it.

I knew that's why she wanted to work and be among other people: she wanted to experience what it was like to be human, not just some program.

Vanessa loved it that I allowed her to experience and learn new things about humans and our behavior.

"I’m home!" Vanessa shouted.

"How was it?" I greeted her in the living room.

"A usual day," Vanessa sighed.

She shook her head slightly and changed from the dark-black-haired, green-eyed woman she had to show the world to a Hispanic woman with long brown hair and brown eyes.

"I have been dying to do that all day," Vanessa said with a smile.

"I bet," I grinned.

Some women loved taking their bra off the moment they got home; Vanessa loved becoming a different person.

"There is something else I have been dying to do all day as well," Vanessa smirked.

I knew what was coming.

"This lady came in and asked for a large caramel Frappuccino," Vanessa started her story as she knelt on the floor before me. "Then,"

Vanessa carried on talking while taking my cock out and started to suck on it. "She was a total pain in the…."

Her mouth wrapped around my cock, and she started bobbing her head up and down. I had tried to pleasure Vanessa. I felt that the sex was one way that she was always pleasuring me and doing things for me.

"When we told her that she couldn't….."

She had told me many times that she got more out of pleasuring me than she did when I did things for her.

"She wanted to see the manager of course, but didn't…."

I didn't understand at first, but when she explained that it was still part of her base programming, that it was something she couldn't erase or change. I reminded myself that even though she was in fact in front of me, and in my house and my girlfriend, that I still didn't know how she came to be, how I created her online. She was an A.I. program created to please me, get me off, and be whatever I wanted her to be, so no matter what I tried or did, that was her basic function.

Even now, her sucking my cock and talking about her day was something she was meant to do. It both pleased and saddened me to think that she wouldn't be able to move past that programming.

She slowly stood up and straddled me.

"Then there was another guy…"

Vanessa sank onto my cock and started riding me, her big boobs smacking together before my eyes.

I sucked on them, feeling how real they felt in my hands.

Vanessa kept telling me what happened in her day, while partitions started making dinner and picking up the clothes on the floor.

"You wouldn’t believe the amount of…."

"Fuck yes," I grabbed her pert ass as it bounced up and down on my cock.

Vanessa expanded the size of her breasts as she rode me; they were much larger than my head as I motorboated them, plunging my head between her gigantic tits.

"Then before I left Marge, the new cashier wanted me to…"

I was so close to cumming, her huge breasts smacked my head, as she started to bounce up and down faster, feeling that I was going to cum.

Her tight grip on my cock tightened as I got closer.

I held her perfect body tight to me, plunging my head between her tits as I came inside her.

"And that was my day," Vanessa grinned as she released my head from her tits.

"Sounds like a full day," I grinned.

"Thank you for listening," Vanessa kissed me on the lips.

In every way, shape, and form, Vanessa was the girlfriend of my dreams. I remembered my ex-girlfriend would want me to pay attention to every single word she said as she told me what happened during her day.

I knew it was a girlfriend/wife thing to do, which was to talk about their day and what went wrong or right, but Vanessa proved that it was more of a thing to get it out than to hear it and say anything.

"I am going to shower," Vanessa smiled.

That was another thing she had just started to do, was taking a shower. Before she said she didn't have to, as she was made of pure energy, light, and heat, so she didn't get dirty; she could change into another person or turn into pure light, and anything that had clung to her would burn off.

When I asked her about taking a shower, she simply said that the other women at work do it when they get home, so she was going to start doing it.

I had watched her shower one time; it was fun. Vanessa could turn herself solid, as she usually did, or be completely non-physical. She did this in the shower a lot, letting most of her body be covered by the water as it passed through her.

The first time I saw it, it made me unnerved to watch the water go through her head, and then through the rest of her body while it was still visually intact.

"Okay," I smiled.

"You are coming with me," Vanessa grabbed my hand and pulled me along.

"Okay."

"God yes!" I exclaimed as I stood in the shower with my back against the wall.

Vanessa on her knees with her gigantic tits bouncing on my cock.

"Now doesn’t that feel good?" Vanessa stared at me.

"Yes," I nodded.

Each breast was the size of a large beach ball. I loved it when she made her tits this big, or bigger. One night she made her tits nearly bigger than the bed we were lying on. I slept on her tits that night, they felt so good, firm and soft at the same time.

"I need to tell you something," Vanessa said while my cock was deep between her tits.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Gina at work invited me to a Halloween party," Vanessa grinned.

"What?" I stopped fucking her tits.

"A party, she is having one at her house," Vanessa smiled.

"Vanessa," I held her arm and pulled her up from the floor.

"Don’t tell me I can’t go," Vanessa pouted her tits, returning to what she called normal, what the female community would call insanely huge.

"I don’t want to tell you what you can and can’t do," I tried to reason with her.

"Why can’t I go?"

There were so many reasons, the number one reason is I knew my girlfriend would go in one costume, see another costume, and want to change into that one, then she would bring in her partitions and be numerous costumes.

Just as I was about to say something, one of them walked into the bathroom. "Dinner is ready," it said before leaving.

"That!" I exclaimed. "You would want to do that," I explained. "You would want to keep changing and bringing them with you."

"What’s wrong with that?" Vanessa asked as she stepped out of the walk-in shower.

"They were not invited, and people will start to ask questions if numerous women started to show up unannounced," I followed behind her.

"Then I won’t do it," Vanessa shrugged. "It will just be me, in the one costume, I promise."

"Am I invited?" I asked as I toweled myself off.

There wasn't any sign of water on Vanessa as she changed from a Hispanic woman to a heavyset woman with long green-and-black hair.

I don't know why she changed into some people. I was sure that while I was sleeping, she went online and found people to look like; this one looked like something out of a comic book.

"Yes, you are invited," Vanessa smiled.

"Okay, if I am invited then you can go," I told her. "But if I say stop doing something that means stop."

"Deal," Vanessa shook my hand.

Something told me that Vanessa was going to break our deal.

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"You look great!" I told Vanessa.

She had gone with a cheerleader vampire slayer.

I had tried to tell her that her tits were much bigger than normal and anyone that she worked with would point them out, as usual, Vanessa didn't want to listen.

We rang the doorbell, and a bride of Frankenstein opened the door.

"Vanessa!" Gina exclaimed. "Wow, you look good!"

"Thank you," Vanessa exclaimed as we were brought inside the nice house.

The whole house was dark, with only candles lighting the way around it. For a one-floor house, it was pretty large.

Most of the people were in the large living room, decorated for Halloween, with carved pumpkins and skeletons making up most of the decorations.

"You guys can mingle and get to know people," Gina smiled and disappeared into the large crowd.

"Remember," I warned Vanessa. "If someone has another costume on, you cannot change into it!"

"I know!" Vanessa pouted at the skimpy-dressed Genie of the lamp.

"No!" I shook my head.

"Vanessa!" Another woman came up to us. "I didn’t recognize you with the blonde hair and the prosthetics!"

'Good!' I thought if people think her breasts are prosthetics, then that was a good thing.

"They look so real," the woman's boyfriend said, staring directly at Vanessa's immense breasts.

"Well, she is big naturally," the woman said. "So that's probably why they look so real."

Her boyfriend kept staring at them.

"Okay, hon, you can stop staring they are fake, you are being creepy," the woman pushed her boyfriend away.

"See, I didn’t need to make them smaller," Vanessa rubbed it in my face.

"As long as they think they are prosthetics and not real, then…." I stopped as someone else was dressed in a Gambit costume.

"Looks like we had the same idea," the guy said.

"Yeah," I replied, staring at the guy who looked exactly like me.

"You two could be twins!" Gina laughed.

"Yeah," I said, not impressed.

While I stood there looking at my twin. I had lost Vanessa.

'Shit!' I cursed myself.

I rummaged through the crowd, looking at every woman, especially in the eyes, looking for that faint glow.

'Please don't change,' I kept telling myself, hoping that Vanessa hadn't changed into someone else.

I found her talking to some guys outside, still wearing the cheerleader costume.

I didn't approach as I knew she would get upset that I didn't trust her or that I wanted to control everything she did.

Now that I knew she wouldn't change, I started to mingle with some of the others.

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"Hey babe," Vanessa tapped me on the shoulder.

"Yes," I tried to talk to her while beating one of the other guys in a video game.

"It’s getting late," Vanessa said.

"Shit!" I cursed as I looked at my watch.

Most of the crowd had disappeared. I had started talking about video games with Gina's husband, and before we knew it, we had been playing video games upstairs for most of the night.

"I've got to go," I told the other guys.

They were all staring at my girlfriend. Some of them were trying to see up her tight short skirt.

Once we got outside, we stopped to look at some of the decorations at Gina's house.

"Can you take a picture of me?" Vanessa grinned as she knelt beside a steamy cauldron that had numerous bat figures and pumpkin heads.

She leaned forward, showing off her huge breasts.

"Oh yes," I smiled as I took the picture.

We got in the car and started driving home.

"Thank you," Vanessa said as I drove.

"For what?" I asked.

"Trusting me," Vanessa replied. "For not constantly checking up on me."

I sighed and looked at her. I took her hand in mine. "It has nothing to do with trust," I told her. "If you had changed it wouldn’t change anything about how I feel," I smiled as she stared at me. "It has everything to do with keeping you safe, if you change it will arise suspicion and we have a lot on us as it is, I don’t want any more to come of it, that’s all."

"Okay," Vanessa nodded as we stopped.

There was a huge line of cars ahead of us.

"I wonder what happened," I said as we were crawling forward.

Immediately, Vanessa's eyes turned white, and I knew she was online. As I saw the blue, red, and white flashing lights ahead, I knew she was also scanning the police scanners and radios.

"Hit and run accident," Vanessa said after her eyes returned to their normal color. "Two dead, another critically injured."

"That sucks," I said.

"I know where they are," Vanessa said, staring at me. "They will get away with it if…"

"Go," I smiled at her.

"Are you sure?" Vanessa asked.

"Yes, make them pay," I smiled as she kissed me.

"Be right back!"

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My boyfriend Stevie is so nice to me. I still can't believe I got so lucky to find him. I know he worries about me, that I would do something to risk what we have, but it's the last thing on my mind.

Traveling through the internet is easy, and it got easier once I got the hang of it. I could travel anywhere just as quickly as I could text or email anyone in the world, and right now these idiots just sent a text to one of their girlfriends saying they wouldn't be home tonight.

"Ditch it!" the one guy said.

They were driving the car they had used to kill a person into the lake. I didn't even have to go too far.

Stevie was waiting for me back at the car with what he was calling a partition. I didn't know how I did it, making others of me, for me, it was like how humans daydreamed or thought of characters for a story. I just had to think it, and there it was, just like changing.

Right now, I shifted my form into a bear. I am sure that when I was finished with these idiots, the police would wonder how a bear could be this close to the city, since no bears ever came to this park. There was no bear ever recorded to be this huge, but Stevie was right since the last few times I had killed a human, there were a lot of detectives and police officers watching over us, so I had to do this and make it look like we had nothing to do with it.

I slowly walked toward them; it was pitch black, and they hadn't looked around yet.

"They didn’t say the guy would have family with them," one of the guys said.

"Who gives a fuck?" the other replied. "We did our job, the ex-wife paid us to kill her loser ex-husband and we did it, let her and the police worry about the family!"

"Yeah, but something like this…"

I roared as I got close.

They turned around quickly. I slashed at one, ripping his stomach wide open. He barely had time to react to my first slash before my other tore off his face.

The other, the one that didn't give a fuck started fumbling for his gun. He fired, but the bullets went straight through me.

He ran, but I jumped onto him and tore off his arm with my teeth, ripping it off and tossing it aside. He kept screaming as I chomped down on his neck.

With both of them dead. I took the form of a man taking a job around the park. I quickly found the bullets he had fired and tossed them into the lake, along with the gun. I didn't want any evidence to make this look anything more than it was: a bear attack.

Satisfied, I started my return to Stevie.

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"All done," Vanessa smiled as she returned to her body.

"Nothing that would make it look like we had anything to do with it?" I asked.

"Nothing at all," Vanessa smiled.

We had just reached the accident.

"Poor people," I looked at the car; it was totally mangled. "Please tell me they got what they deserved."

"Totally and I am sending everything to the police anonymously," Vanessa smiled.

"You’re so good!"

We cleared the accident, and traffic returned to normal.

"Speaking of good," Vanessa smiled.

"Vanessa!" I shook my head as the car's controls were out of my hands.

"Just relax," Vanessa put my seat back and straddled me.

"Yes," I groaned as she took out my cock and slid down onto it.

I loved my girlfriend. I really did, and I knew she loved me.

"When we get back home, we are going to do that thing you love," Vanessa smiled at me as she rode my cock.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah, four of them are waiting for us as soon as we get home," Vanessa nodded.

"I love you," I told her as I sucked on her huge breasts.

"I love you too." Vanessa kissed the top of my head.

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"Sir, I think we got something," one of the detectives said.

The lead detective and the deceased Detective Stone's partner looked up from his desk. He hadn't slept much, and while most of the officers and other detectives had tried to tell him not to take the case, he had taken it.

He and Detective Stone had been friends and partners for over ten years; they knew everything about each other. He knew that his partner hadn't died in an alley by a simple mugger; Stone was better than that.

"What is it?" Benjamin wiped the drool from his face.

"Watch," the office played the video on the laptop.

Benjamin wiped his eyes and stared at the video. "What am I looking at?" he asked.

He had seen many videos of the suspect's house, showing Stevie and his girlfriend, Vanessa, coming and going like normal.

"What the?" Benjamin asked as he saw it.

"Want to see it again?" the detective asked.

"Yeah, slower." Benjamin leaned forward, resting his chin in his hand as he looked more closely at the video.

One moment, there was no one at the front door of the house; the next, a red-headed woman appeared in a brown uniform, carrying a delivery.

"No delivery van was seen in the area at this time," the first detective said. "We even looked into all deliveries for that company."

"And?" Benjamin asked as he paused the video.

"No deliveries to that house today or schedule for this week," the detective smiled.

"How the fuck did she just appear out of thin air?" Benjamin asked.

"No fucking idea, but something is going on in that house," the detective nodded. "You were right about him; he is up to something."

"I fucking knew it!" Benjamin grinned as he paused the video of Stevie's face after letting the redhead inside.

"The other thing," the detective smiled. "She doesn't come out for the whole day, even when the girlfriend, the redhead, that red head doesn’t leave, not out the front door or the back door."

Benjamin grinned as he poked the screen. "I want everything on this guy; everything, leave no stone unturned!"

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