“Gwen, you’re probably not going to believe this,” Evan exclaimed, “but I just had the dumbest idea.”
“Please don’t call your own ideas dumb, Master,” Gwen sighed, “None of your ideas are dumb.”
“What if,” Evan described, “furniture and appliances and stuff… but alive! And shaped like anthropomorphic animals!”
“Okay that does sound rather dumb,” Gwen admitted, “but I kinda like it! Demonstrate?” As if on cue a school bus packed full of more blank units pulled up to the stop.
“Okay, just gonna ignore the fact that everyone on that bus used to be children,” Evan reassured himself, “They’re just blank units. The kids they used to be still exist in another universe. Okay, now I’ve made peace with that fact, I can demonstrate. First, uhh, everyone off the bus?” At his command, all of the featureless passengers got off the bus and formed three single filed lines in front of him.
“Oh! They’re all ready to obey even before you touch them,” Gwen noted, “So… what’s the first thing you want to make with this batch?”
“I could do with some coffee,” Evan supposed, “So, one unit please, become a cyborg raccoon girl with huge boobs that have taps for nipples and a tail that makes whipped cream. I want your boobs to dispense coffee on the left and decaf on the right, and I want you to love being a coffee machine.”
The unit at the front of the first line obliged to this command, its skin taking on a metallic sheen. After giving herself feminine curves and a raccoon-like tail and facial features, her breasts swelled up into a pair of gigantic gravity defying globes. A nozzle like a whip cream can popped out of the tip of her tail, and spigots appeared on her breasts where the nipples would go. Labels were taped on above each tap, denoting which was decaf or not.
“I think I’ll call you,” Evan decided, “Bitzy the Barista-Bot.”
“At your service of course, favorite customer,” Bitzy giggled, “I know your favorite coffee order already, hun. Coming right up!” She reached one hand into her crotch and dispensed a paper cup from it. With the other she worked her left tap and dispensed her piping hot wake-up juice into the cup. Topping it off with some cream with her tail she gave the cup to Evan. Evan, of course, hadn’t expected her crotch to be a cup dispenser, but he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth either. He sipped the coffee, smiling. Just right!
“This is perfect, Bitzy,” Evan approved, “thank you!”
“Don’t mention it, hun!” Bitzy winked, “Oh, Gwenny! Any for you?”
“No thank you,” Gwen bowed, “I think I see what you mean now, Master. What next?”