“Kyodai meidorobotto,” Mason proclaimed while Janette stared at him in confusion.
“In English?” She asked.
“Giant Maid Robot, it’s an anime film that’s getting a limited release here in America,” Mason explained with a smile. “It’s a film adaptation of my favourite manga and got the voice actors for the anime on board. I love the series.”
“Oh, cool...” Janette trailed a little awkwardly before they entered the theatre and sat down, chatting a little during the previews and commercials. She was really disinterested in the film and all the trailers weren’t even in English, all done up with subtitles that flew by too quickly and kind of hurt to read.
The movie started not long after and like the previews it was in Japanese, and there were these over complicated designs, and this girl with one of the sluttiest outfits she’d seen in her life on. It was supposed to be a maid uniform but that girl’s breasts were one wrong step from popping out of her shirt. Every shot of her was filled with fan service and the animation on her bouncing breasts was just way too good, creepily good, as if a big portion of the budget had been spent on boob physics.
“This date is a bust,” Janette sighed, feeing herself lose complete interest in Mason. She leaned on her hand failing to notice as her clothing began to change, the shirt elongating, her pants splitting into stockings, and her cleavage getting more and more displayed. Black and white fabric began to appear and get frilly as an apron appeared, her shoes grew heels and simplified, and a short black skirt puffed into existence. Her outfit changed to match the protagonist onscreen.
Her changes didn’t stop there, her features shifted into those of a Japanese girl, her breasts inflated larger until they matched the character and her sighs were high pitched and girly like the girl on screen, her voice identical to the voice actress’ performance. When she muttered to herself it was all in fluent Japanese and she could understand what was happening onscreen, not needing to read the subtitles anymore.
She yawned and sat back, stretching her body and rising to her feet. She didn’t know why but she get the need to pose, and pose she did, she presented her breasts beautiful, popped her ass out sensually, and brushed her long black hair back, freezing up in a pose with a cute smile adorning her face.
There was a pop and a glare of white fabric and suddenly she was trapped frozen in place on a blank white rectangular surface. Her body lost its photorealistic look and began to look like a drawing, her eyes expanded, her proportions became sexier and far more impossible, and her clothes simplified in colour and design until she was a anime girl on a blank white canvas that quickly puffed outwards and fell back into her seat, now an anime body pillow seated right next to Mason, smiling blankly at the screen no more than an object.
She was a pillow now, Mason’s pillow girlfriend. She was an always smiling anime girl from his dreams and he often took her out in public on dates and to events, the movie was no different. He leaned over and lay his head on her soft pillowy surface with a smile on his face. Sure he got weird looks but Janette-Chan was his girlfriend, she was his one and only love. He had no idea that just a few moments earlier his waifu had been a real girl with real thoughts and emotions. He didn’t need a real girl though, real girls were complicated and hard to figure out, Janette-Chan was perfect and always happy to see him.
“How do you like the movie?” He asked her. She just smiled at him, her lips pressed upwards in a cute grin while her large anime eyes stared lovingly at him. “That’s good, I love going to see your movies with you. When we get home how about we watch the full series together, I got the extended edition in the mail yesterday, fifteen extra minutes of footage.”
Janette-Chan just smiled cutely at him and he took that as a yes and wrapped his arm around her soft fabric surface. He was already dreaming of home, it seemed like a good night for sex. He had her naked pillowcase stowed in his closet and it was freshly cleaned and spritzed with her favourite perfume. It would be a nice erotic evening spent celebrating her latest movie’s success.