Chapter 3026 - Mail Order Waifu

Nat — Cat girl

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"Hi, can I order a mail-order Waifu."

"I can help you with that. What were you looking for in your Waifu?"

"Well she's a catgirl."

"Alright. Ears? Tail?"

"Yes to both. And like, cute. Kind of pretty, but cute."

"Not a problem. Body type?"

"Something… thin."

"Alright."

"Kind of flat and short…"

"We've got those."

"But not a loli!"

"Of course."

"Totally legal age!"

"Naturally."

"But like… little sister type? 18+, but short and cute and skinny but kind of soft."

"I understand, sir. Just a moment… anything for a personality?"

"I guess she should be able to clean the house. And cook. Nothing like, overly cheesy cute, but nice. Someone I can spend a lot of time with."

"I think we have just the candidate. We'll arrange her arrival within a day or two. Was there anything else I can help you with? Maybe our Harem Bundle order?"

Liam studied his wall of text in the chat, but decided that was about all of it. He wanted a little surprise from her, so he didn't want to pin down her hair color and everything. Cute, small-breasted catgirl felt like his weeb dream come true.

"That's all. Thanks a lot."

"Not a problem, sir. Thanks for ordering through True Waifu and hope you enjoy your arrangement."

He wasn't entirely sure how they did it, but Japan had started manufacturing waifus. Someone had harnessed enough cosmic radiation or something to be able to pull bubbly, big-eyed anime girls into existence. They manifested them in large batches and kept them around, sending them off to loving homes of weebs around the world. He'd finally gotten through the waiting list and sure enough, there was a knock at his door the next afternoon. He hurried off to meet the delivery man with his waifu, but instead he saw his dream girl there by herself.

She really was gorgeous. Slim and petite with a pretty face, just like he hoped. She wore a loose-fitting shirt, the collar stretched out and low on her chest. She was a foot shorter than he was, with bushy purple hair and matching cat ears poking out from somewhere in her scalp. A thick and puffy tail wriggled behind her, poking out of a pair of plain red shorts sporting a narrow hole for it. She batted her pink eyes up at him as she yawned.

"Sup? I'm Nat," she said casually. Her voice was not nearly as high-pitched and cutesy as she looked. She sounded more like a tired cashier than the bubbly star of an anime.

"Oh… hi, Nat. I'm Liam. You must be my new waifu."

"Yup. Hope that works for you." She walked into his simple, two-story house and glanced around. "Nice place. Way cooler than my waifu box."

Nat walked up to and flopped down on his couch, stretching out lazily. Her shirt rode up to flash her belly and a hint of her chest's curve, but any flash or sexy presentation was clearly out of the question.

"Fuck, that's cozy," she mused. "Is it cool if I sleep here?"

"I was actually thinking we could sleep together. Like, sharing my bed," Liam said. He looked at her quizzically. He wasn't sure what he expected, but it wasn't this kind of behavior.

"Oh shit. Rad. Even better," she said with a lazy smile. "Oh yea. They said I had to show you this."

Nat sat up on her knees, leaning over the back of the couch and passing him a plastic white card. Liam took it and read over a bunch of information on her. Blood type, hair color, age…

"You're 29?" he asked in surprise.

"Yea, right?" she said with a smirk. "They said you didn't want one of those kiddy ones. Good for you, dude."

"And it says your name is Nyatalie…"

"Yea, but fuck that," she grumbled, her ears flattening out a little. "Nat works. I don't need the pun shit rulin' my life."

"O…kay. That works. So uh… it's getting around dinner time. They said you knew how to cook on the order form…"

"Oh yea. Whatcha got to eat? I can cook shit real good." Nat rolled off the couch and trotted into the kitchen, bending over to browse through his fridge. Her perky ass with the wiggling tail stuck out nicely, but her lazy scratch of her ass made it clear it wasn't intentionally so. She had a slim but sexy body, but she made zero effort to flaunt it.

"Oh hey, beef. I can work with this." She picked up the package and set it on the counter, heading back to punch Liam playfully in the arm. "I'ma cook the shit out of this. You sit your ass down and I'll hook you up, bro."

"Yea… thanks… bro?"

A few minutes later, Nat leaned her head out of the kitchen. "Yo, dinner's up," she called.

"Already?"

"Hell yea. It's just burger, my dude." Liam frowned at the news. He had expected a little more from the girl who he'd asked to be able to cook and clean. He sat down at the table, a plate of noodles and a basic cheeseburger at each of their chairs. Nat turned back from the fridge with a pair of beers in hand, snapping the caps off with her thumbs.

"There you go. My specialty," she boasted like it was some big achievement. "Hope you like 'em." Nat sat down next to him and started eating her share. Liam just shrugged. He probably could have been more specific about the QUALITY of the food…

Then again, he took his first bite and chewed it thoughtfully. It had a pleasant kick to it that he couldn't quite recognize. It was… really damn good for a 10 minute cheeseburger. Even the buns were lightly toasted, and the meat was just a little bit well done for a little crackle when he bit into it how he liked.

"This is really good. What'd you put in this?"

"Oh, you mix in some pepper and a little salt when you're making the paddies," Nat explained casually, slouching back in her chair as she scooped noodles into her mouth. "And a liiiittle bit of that teriyaki sauce you had leftover. Just enough to wake up that tongue."

It was impressive on a bachelor level, but better than he could do. They finished their simple but filling meal before she collected their plates. Liam felt happy that she still knew how to clean, but she tossed the dishes into the sink and gave them a few seconds of water.

"Good enough. I'll get the rest later," she dismissed. Liam let himself be quietly disappointed again as she came back to him. She leaned over his shoulder, letting her small but noticeable breasts rest against his back.

"So…" she said softly by his ear. "I'm bored. You feel like turning something on Netflix so we can watch while I ride your dick?"

It was definitely appealing, if way blunter than he thought. Nat was not what he expected, but she was technically what he'd ordered. He was half-expecting her to turn out to be a freeloading cosplayer rather than a fully summoned waifu, judging by how casual and… REAL she was.

Liam wasn't about to say no. He started up a movie while she bent over, pulling off her shorts and not bothering with her shirt. Her tight little ass wiggled in front of him before she sat in his lap. The short catgirl's tail curled up comfortably next to his waist as she raised her pale ass. She spread her legs and slid her warm neko pussy onto his shaft and started riding up and down, shifting subtly to keep herself comfortable.

Nat's breathing became a little more rapid but comfortably controlled. Even her grinding was casual and steady, if effective in what she did. Her hands rested on her knees as she rocked back and forth, sliding his cock into her firmly before easing herself back off. The tip of her tail would flick lightly but her eyes really did stay focused on their movie. During a boring scene (though it was meant to be suspenseful), she glanced over her shoulder.

"Hey, could you be a bro and hold my tits for me? It'll keep me steady."

Liam quickly obliged, reaching under her shirt to grab her chest. Nat gave a soft sigh and wiggled her hips playfully on his lap. Despite her relaxed demeanor, her little nipples were rock hard on her soft little breasts. Her hips buck a little faster now that he had a grip on her chest.

"That's the good shit," she grunted as her tail tapped in a slow rhythm against his side. She took a deep breath and leaned back into his chest, pulling his cock up along with her. He brushed some of her frizzy hair from his face as she arched her back, gyrating a couple inches side to side along with her latest set of thrusts.

"Ooh, fuck… this move's kind of shitty, huh?" she asked, even as her voice grew breathy. She gripped the arm of the couch, plucking at its fabric with her short claws. Biting her lip and giving a soft grunt, she slapped her hips once more against him. With the latest piercing push of his erection, she gave a husky grunt and shuddered as her pussy leaked fresh cum over his lap. She took a few long breaths to steady herself before she spread her legs a little wider.

"Thanks, dude. It's been a long trip," she sighed. "You can totes finish up inside me if you want."

"Yea… thanks."

"It's nothin'. Want me to bend over too?"

"That'd be really hot."

"Kay. Just chill for a sec." The casual catgirl moved to her hands and knees, lifting her tail to offer up her pussy once again. Liam slid himself inside her, the fresh angele making his dick pulse inside her anew.

"Figure it's the least I can do. You givin' me a place to stay," Nat noted calmly. "They're pullin' out more waifus every day, and here I am. Runt of the litter. Bottom of the barrel…"

Nat scoffed as she adjusted her arms to raise her hips higher, letting Liam sink in deeper as his thrusting slowed.

"They were probably glad to get rid of me. I'd been sittin' on their shelves for a long-ass time, so they just chucked me at you as soon as they saw an opening. I'm sure you didn't order a chill bitch who just watches Netflix and cooks burgers."

"Not… technically," Liam admitted carefully.

"Yea. So figured I'd at least give you some pussy. I can't give much else, so… just a tight and juicy way of saying thanks for taking me."

It was strangely touching. It didn't keep Liam from cumming inside her, but he hugged her around the middle when he was done.

"You're definitely not what I ordered," he sighed.

"No duh, shithead," Nat chuckled as her cat ears tickled his chin.

"But you're still the fucking best person I've ever hung out with. I'm definitely keeping you."

"You still got that 30 day waifu guarantee," Nat reminded him as a little blush crossed her cheeks. She tilted her head up and kissed him on the cheek. "But thanks, man. You're pretty sweet yourself."

"No homo," Liam joked as he nuzzled her ear.

"Ah don't even joke like that. I'm not one of those types of waifus," she giggled as her tail wagged between his balls.

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Bree the Donkeygirl

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"Good afternoon, Liam! We're contacting you to follow up on your first purchase with True Waifu to ensure your satisfaction. Do you have a moment to answer a few questions?"

Liam was still eating breakfast when he got the message from the company. It was a surprise since he hadn't heard from them since he made his first and only purchase. Nyatalie was still asleep in bed; the catgirl didn't like to get up before 11 at the earliest. Maybe noon, since she had a few beers last night. Liam had slept in well enough until her squirming kicked him awake so he figured he'd stay up and didn't have to go in for work.

"Sure. I have time," he messaged back.

"Thank you so much for your time!" the employee/chatbot/whatever replied.

"I noticed that you went over your 90 day return period with your Waifu. You still have full health coverage and consultation benefits for your Waifu, but we wanted to make sure that you were satisfied with your purchase."

Liam knew the answer right away. He had ordered a short, skinny catgirl who could do chores and be his horny little fuckbuddy. She had technically met all those demands, even if she was a nearly 30-year old dudebro whose specialty was making burgers and quickies in between video games and streaming. He was nowhere near the type of waifu the company advertised, but she also had way more character than he expected it because of that.

"Yes I am. She was not what I expected but she's been great."

"We're happy to hear that! Do let us know if you have any questions.

Since you were so happy with your purchase, we wanted to reach out to you regarding our Harem Bundle. Since you've been such a friendly and receptive customer so far, we wanted to recommend one of our Specialty Waifus. They come with a loyalty discount, AND they are on sale this month for a seasonal event."

Liam frowned as he thought about it. A harem of cute girls was the dream of any loser weeb like him, but he had been talking to Nat a lot more openly than he'd expected. True Waifu sounded like they treated their waifus with care and respect, but there was no secret that people wanted the dainty, generic anime girls they saw on tv. Nat had spent a lot longer on the "shelf" than most of the other waifus. Having a slacker bro who was into browsing porn and slapping him on the ass whenever she had the opening had been fun, but it wasn't the first thing people went looking for. A highly discounted waifu was definitely in his budget, but that would also mean she wasn't exactly in demand if she was that heavily marked down. Getting one felt like a mix of asking the loser girl out on a date and adopting a shelter dog instead of going to the pet store… and he had done both in the past.

"I might be interested. What exactly are we talking about?"

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The company was all too eager to fill out his order and ship him his next waifu. The notifications he got over the next few days kept him up to date on her prep and travel. He let Nat know and she seemed entirely cool with the idea.

"She sure sounds cute. They said she's smart and shy, and one of those equine girls that have been real popular lately. I hope you two get along," Liam confided in her when his curiosity was at its peak.

"Equine?" Nat asked through a mouthful of chips.

"It means horses," he filled in.

"Ah. Yea, no worries about me. We're raised to be super social and uh…"

The kawaii catgirl paused to burp.

"Poly as shit in case the partner's a creep or somethin'. You're not into that cuck stuff, are ya?"

Liam spelled out to her that he definitely wasn't while they waited for the delivery. The doorbell finally rang and he kept himself from answering the door too eagerly. He was curious about what kind of horsegirl they'd sent him.

She was nothing like he expected, and once again not necessarily in a bad way. She was as they'd advertised; animal ears and tail with hooves for feet with the rest convincingly human and standing a little shorter than Liam. She wore thick glasses and had straight but tangled dark brown hair. There were just little things off: her ears looked especially long and her tail was thinner and made of matted down fur tipped with a stringy brush of fur unlike the horsegirls he saw online. Even her glasses were held in place by a cord looped around her animal ears. She wore a fluffy but snug-fitting sweater, sweatpants, and a distracted look on her face as she tapped away on a cellphone.

"Err… hi?" Liam tried to interrupt.

"Hm?" The nerdy-looking equine glanced back up like she had immediately forgotten that she'd rung his doorbell. She gave a small flash of a smile and a curt wave.

"Oh. Hi. Didn't see ya there. I'm Bree."

The dorky girl spoke in a cutely nasally tone. She picked up her rather large suitcase with ease and stepped into the house. Bree looked around, sizing up the place as she handed Liam a laminated ID card like he'd gotten from Nat. It was handy with some basic stats, but he had to wonder if TW wanted there to be a collectable element to keep you coming back.

He saw that she was also in her late 20s (not a sexy teen or even a milf like was in demand), but her species suddenly made a few things clear.

"Oh! Okay, I see. The company made it sound like you were a horsegirl. I didn't realize…"

"Yes. Equus asinis. I'm part donkey. Also a member of the equine family," Bree rattled off, still soaking in her newly assigned home.

She adjusted her glasses with a cute little nudge of her knuckles as she locked eyes with Liam.

"Is that going to be a problem, sir?"

"No! Really. I just didn't know they made donkeygirls. I don't even really know the difference."

Bree's gaze relaxed and she went back to fiddling with her phone.

"Mostly matters of breeding. People pursue horse girls because they're more popular. Donkeys tend to be more intelligent, strong and sturdy than horses. Not qualities many people look for in a waifu."

"Because everybody just wants a mail order bimbo," Nat pointed out with a dismissive snort and a jerking off motion.

"It's why me and Bree stayed on the shelf for so long. Everybody else is just, y'know…"

"Boring?" Liam offered.

That got an amused, hoarse snort out of Bree. "Exactly how I would have phrased it," she agreed after a moment.

She popped open her suitcase, revealing a neatly organized bag, mostly simple or dorky clothing and a laptop. Bree took out the laptop and quickly claimed a seat. She fired it up as she pulled her sweater off over her head. She had a well-worn t-shirt underneath with a group of faded anime characters posing on the front. It was worn down from age but also clearly stretched out at the front because of a large set of breasts. Bree wasn't the stacked supermodel type, but she had some plump triple D's that sagged slightly without a bra to contain them. They wobbled around a bit, even as she typed.

"First things first: what's your wifi password?"

Liam filled her in and helped her get settled. She was able to share the closet with Nat, since neither of them had many clothes yet and the catgirl didn't bother hanging up her clothes when she could just pile them up in her laundry basket and pull them right out of there. Liam helped her unpack as he tried to get to know her.

"So you knew Nat, huh?"

"On a basic level. Our quarters were seperated by species, so we didn't see much of each other. Still recognized each other after being at TW for so long."

Bree was curt and a bit stiff, always multitasking when she could. At least she seemed tidier than Nyatalie was.

"I'm still surprised nobody picked you up. Lots of people like the nerdy girl," he offered.

"Mm," Bree noted passively. "I've seen my data before. The handlers are quite reasonable about that. I was an attempt at the new tsundere add-on by adding my donkey DNA, but they seem to have just gotten stubborn instead. Even if I'm more efficient and intelligent than most of the horses they've put out."

She did seem a little sour about the horse thing. She turned back to bend over her suitcase, her breasts hanging and horse tail wiggling behind her curvy hips through the designated hole in her sweatpants. Liam found himself staring at her chest bobbing around until it finally hit him. He pointed at her chest, getting him a wry look from behind her thick glasses.

"Isn't that My Mai Romance?"

That got Bree's attention. Her eyes finally went more than half-lidded and her donkey ears perked up.

"YES! Did you watch that one?!" the awkward equine gasped.

"It's been a while, but yea. A bunch of my friends told me I had to watch it a couple years ago."

"And what did you think?!"

Bree stared and wagged her stringy tail, showing her anticipation for his response.

"Well… I think it had some holes and was kind of cheesy at times, but it was really fun. It knew exactly what it was doing and gave you a cute and funny waifu series."

"YES! Oh thank god! If you liked what they did with Hana's character I was gonna scream!" Bree gushed over Liam's reaction.

"But they handled everything else so well that you can overlook the flaws! I rewatched it like six times and I keep noticing new touches each time. It has so much heart to it and you can really see when it's taken from real life experience…"

It was the most she'd spoken since she arrived and certainly the most directly she'd addressed Liam. She hopped in closer to him in her excited outburst, hopping from foot to foot. It gave a rhythmic clopping noise as she pranced excitedly and got her breasts bouncing until they were bumping against his arm. It was something that would have had him squirming if Nat wasn't already so casually handsy with him. Liam put an arm around her waist to try and settle her down.

"I know. I know. We'll have plenty of time to talk about it and binge watch whatever we want. Let's start slow and figure out what we're having for dinner," he insisted.

Bree thumbed her glasses back up her nose as she straightened up, but she kept cracking awkward hints of a smile that exposed her buried excitement.

"Right. That. I'm fairly omnivorous. I can make do with grass, but I would love i if you had some raw oatmeal or stale corn chips," the donkeygirl recommended.

"Ahhh, fuck that," Nat butted in.

"It's your first day. I do the cooking around here, and I'm goin' all out tonight!"

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Nat made macaroni and cheese with chicken patties. It was one extra step in her casual but tasty cooking, but it showed in the taste. It was the warm and weird welcome that he had expected. It helped Bree settle in and get comfortable at her new home; still stiff and stubborn but it was clear that she was naturally like that rather than as a reaction. She certainly ate up the food in a hurry, enjoying the change of pace compared to whatever she had at True Waifu.

Brayanne settled nicely into their setup over the next few days. She spent a lot of time on her phone or laptop but she actively kept close to the others whenever they were around. She kept herself busy but she would lean up against Liam while she browsed or chatted online and was clearly chummy with Nat in her own way. Of course, Bree would quickly start paying attention when they'd put on one of her anime or cartoons. She didn't so much as flinch when Liam and Nat would slip into their casual sex, but she would always cuddle up with them when she decided it was time for bed. She tended to stay up a little later than the others, but she'd butt her way in to snuggle herself firmly up against them.

Liam came back from work on Friday with an extra shopping bag on his arm. It didn't go unnoticed as Nat came nosing around inside it.

"Yo! What's that?" she prodded, tugging at its top.

"I just picked up something for Bree," he said, taking a small package out from inside the bag.

Bree's animal ears perked up at her name and the offer. She looked up from her laptop over the back of the couch and Liam tossed the package to her. She didn't make much effort to catch it, letting it bounce softly off her chest and into her lap.

"Aww, that's sweet. But what about me?" Nat added quickly.

Liam reached back into the bag, expecting as much from the sweet but overly casual catgirl. He took out a six-pack of beer and passed it to her.

"I got you some of that seasonal pumpkin beer I think you'll like."

"Shit yea…"

Nat took her alcoholic treat and scampered off to the kitchen. He watched her go until Bree gave a squeal that was the loudest noise she'd made since her arrival.

"Holy shit! Where'd you find this?!"

Bree held out her gift in front of her, spreading out the t-shirt to get a better look at it. It featured two young women with brightly-colored hair reaching dramatically towards each other, only to both crush an especially cartoonish little mascot character instead of holding each other's hands. Some kanji at the bottom of the image indicated the title of My Mai Romance.

"I'd ordered from a site that has retro shirts a while back and they had a few for the show. I thought you'd like it since it has your OTP on it," Liam explained.

Bree hastily threw off her shirt. She wasn't especially modest but she would wear the same clothes a couple days in a row, so it wasn't often that Liam got a good look at her chest. He was always surprised by how busty she was, especially compared to Nat's sleek and short body. Bree's paler boobs with fat, dark nipples bounced heavily, the triple-D curves usually buried under her loose clothes. She slid the new shirt on over her head while Liam was still staring at the mental image of her exaggeratedly jiggly jugs. The donkeygirl turned and stretched a bit experimentally, which got her braless jugs swaying and flopping around beneath the fabric just as well.

"It's even a size up! How'd you know?!" she squeaked happily.

"Just from your shirt tags," Liam said with a simple shrug.

Bree kept squirming around, all smiles rather than her normally stoic mannerisms. Liam was about to ask if she had never gotten a gift before but he bit his tongue. That was probably exactly the case.

"You HAVE to show me this site," she pressed, yanking Liam by the arm to sit next to her.

The two of them browsed the website together, letting Bree geek out over the various designs. He found himself starting to match her enthusiasm as they swapped memories and opinions on their shows. Once again, she wasn't the kind of companion he'd been expecting, but she was still fun to be around.

They tagged a few shirts to buy and shows to watch before cooling off for the night. Bree had a bit more pep to her, which was to say that she seemed to be enjoying herself a little more openly as she went about her browsing and posting. That night, Liam went to his room to change into some sleep clothes. Bree was sitting on the bed, wearing nothing but her Mai Romance shirt and her faded old lime green panties.

"Hey," Bree said in her usual, low energy tone as she adjusted her glasses.

"Hey, Bree," Liam replied carefully.

The donkeygirl shifted on the bed, leaning back to spread her legs out more and emphasize the crotch of her panties further. Liam's eyes followed her lead and cleared his throat.

"Bree, did you want to have sex?" he laid out directly.

Nat had been much more direct about it, and Liam wasn't interested in forcing himself on his companions. He had technically paid for them but it was never something that interested him. Working with the stoic and stubborn donkey felt like it needed a more overt approach. Bree nodded.

"I was waiting for you to ask first. I just didn't want to make it too obvious."

Bree got up on her knees on the bed, pulling firmly on Liam's shirt. She reeled him into a kiss, and she did so with all the experience and skill he expected of the dorky reject. It was a lot of open-mouth licking and vague rubbing of her lips, but she clearly put a lot of passion into it all the same. Liam returned the kiss while running his hand up her neck and through her hair. He barely registered the recognizably smooth side of her head beneath her hair before he reached the long donkey ears growing from her upper skull. They twitched gently but clearly permitted him to touch them as he started guiding her into a slower and deeper kiss. Bree accepted his direction as she calmed down her sloppy licks at his face, containing it inside their mouths for now. Liam's hands went low to find the edges of her shirt, only to find Bree already lifting it herself.

"Don't want to get it dirty," she muttered from behind her fogged up glasses.

He lifted the thick frames off her face, helping her out with her undressing. Bree gave a small breath of a gasp at the intimate gesture, blushing but finishing stripping down to just her panties. Liam stared at her plump chest, frozen for a moment before the donkeygirl grabbed his wrists and firmly pulled them into her tits to force him to grope them. It wasn't the first time he'd touched them; he could keep an arm around her to make room on the couch and playing with a handful of them through her sweater would get her to give a pleased little hum. It was the first time he felt them bare and it was even more satisfying. Especially with seeing their big doughy softness molding and bouncing around his fingers. His stroking thumbs flicked past her nipples, making Bree emit a short, excited gasps. It was cute enough for Liam to keep toying with them. He even flexed his fingers to pinch around her areolas, putting more pressure on her tender tips. Bree arched her back and she gave a shrill cry of pleasure. Her voice didn't seem used to going that high, making it strain and crack in a tone not far from a girly version of a braying mule.

Bree shifted closer to Liam until she was fully climbing into his lap. He went to steady her with his hands on her hips, but the donkeygirl was actually harder to move and adjust her. Her strong legs flexed around his, making herself more firmly planted than Liam could have arranged himself. Her breathing broke down into a series of soft panting blowing over her owner's face and chest. Her similarly warm crotch rubbed against Liam's, unsuppressed by her dampening panties. He rubbed along her steadfast legs and up her ass before brushing past her bristly tail. It wasn't smooth, but it did make her shiver again, shoving her tits back into his face.

He could tell Bree was eager for things to start up properly so he tugged at his pants. He got them partway down when he ran into the donkeygirl's dense legs. He gave a few more pulls, bumping at her legs to try and get the point across that he needed her to lift her hips at least a little. When that didn't work, he had to mutter near her ear.

"Bree? Could you scoot up for a sec?"

She just muttered back a soft and breathless "No," wrapping her arms around Liam's neck to stubbornly hold her position even tighter.

Her clinginess was charming enough to keep it from being annoying, but it left Liam to lean further back himself. He managed to slip his pants and underwear off in one go beneath him while laying on his back, leading to Bree straddling his hips and pinning him down. She was surprisingly heavy but with most of it pushing down on his crotch and her breasts bouncing to a very gradual stop above him. His bare dick pressing against the heated front of her panties got her to pull firmly at the side, ripping the stretched old material and yanking them right off of her while barely batting an eye.

"I am so ready," she said, her low voice calm but heated and passionate all the same.

Liam braced his hands on Bree's breasts, more out of his interest in them than trying to help her impeccable balance. He shifted his hips on the bed until his cock rubbed around between her thighs and settled into the groove of her slit. The normally stoic Bree gave a long, low hum just from the teasing caress, shifting the angle of her legs to press herself down and shift him in deeper. Bree made a long, low squeal as he first penetrated her, but she took it with her usual dampened reactions. Her wide, warm smile still showed just how much she appreciated it as Liam had learned to read everything about her at a higher "volume" than he would expect from Nyatalie.

Bree only really moved when she wanted to, letting Liam pump into her from below. She stayed firmly planted on top of his cock, bouncing slowly but steadily in place. Her breasts wobbled around in Liam's hands, slapping together whenever he gave them the slack to do so. She stared down at her owner with her half-lidded eyes fluttering, leaving most of her reactions subtle if not fully internal. Liam could feel her grip squeezing tighter on his shoulders and her vaginal walls hugging his shaft when he pressed on just the right spaces. Her powerful hips pumped at a steady pace, taking her time but never letting up like a sexual machine milking his dick.

Even when her steady riding got Liam to grunt and thrust up her pussy, cumming inside her with a gush of thick, wet heat, Bree barely broke her stride. Only near the end did her breathing suddenly get deeper and louder, nostrils flaring and lips curling in a burst of effort. Her sturdy leg muscles flexed around him as she gave a short, squeaking yell as she came. It was loud enough to surprise Liam a little as she came on him with a few rapid spasms of her hips, her pussy clenching tightly and her own juices running over his thighs. Bree took her time riding it out, taking gradually slower strokes over Liam's cock until she'd fully savored the moment. Bree finally sighed and let herself drop on top of him, her boobs squashing between their chests as she rested her head on his. Her long donkey ears flicked around near Liam's face, so he stroked her hair to keep them from smacking him.

"Really good," Bree summed up in her usual soft curtness, but there was a clear warmth to it.

"Super good," Liam agreed, even if he was only now starting to feel his leg muscles tense up.

He was likely going to feel that in the morning and take some getting used to Bree's slow but strong lovemaking. She cleared her throat after a moment, looking up at her owner.

"I'm… not a disappointment, am I?" Bree asked awkwardly.

Her hand shifted to nudge at where her glasses would be out of instinct.

"Not at all. You were just a pleasant surprise and I'm glad I got you," Liam admitted, using the term his mom had used talking about his younger brother on occasion.

"I mean… I might have missed out on telling you to hold your horses, but that wouldn't really be accurate," he added.

Bree finished the second half of the sentence along with him before she chuckled.

Bree curled up with Liam for a while more, nuzzling him in some quiet, appreciative affection. Once they finally seperated each other to clean up, she was quick to grab her anime shirt and take it with her. She'd keep it on for a couple more days and even with her claim of keeping it clean, her roommates would still smell sex on it.

-x-X-x-

Flora the Cactusgirl

-x-X-x-

"Good morning, Liam! We would like to follow up on your experience with us. How have you been enjoying your True Waifu purchases?"

It was a pretty simple question to answer. Liam didn't reply to the notification right away because he was already balls-deep inside one of his "purchases." Brayanne was on all fours, firmly planted in place as Liam fucked her from behind. Her sturdy legs made it so she barely budged, but the ripples of his thrusts still reached her big drooping breasts. They kept wobbling in place whenever he or Nyatalie didn't have a squeezing handful to keep them relatively steady.

Nat was on the other end of things with panties around her knees and kneeling in front of Bree. She humped her hairless pussy against Bree's mouth, grunting and muttering dirty talk and giving the equine humanoid's hair the occasional guiding pull. The scrawny catgirl purred and grunted, occasionally focusing enough to lean over Brynn and give Liam's face a quick, flirty lick or a much deeper kiss.

The donkeygirl's eyes were closed and gladly taking their horny attention. Her firmly flexed hips steadily took Liam and his hardest thrusts while barely budging, and her tongue took long, lazy licks at Nat's pussy no matter how she scrubbed it over her face. Bree was still fairly quiet and kept to herself, but she was always immediately game for any kind of sex. Nat would offer a quick fuck at any opportunity, often getting Bree along for the ride if she was around. Their strange horny energy made Liam appreciate his quirky bargain bin lovers more every day.

Liam's thrusts became deeper and more purposeful, working himself up to his peaking orgasm. His small-breasted catgirl smiled impishly and leaked in again, biting Liam's lip with her tiny fangs as she traced her fingernails down his chest. I shocked him into cumming inside Bree. The donkeygirl shivered with pleasure as he filled her up, feeling her lower body clenching greedily around the warming sensation.

"Bro? You actually busted in her from that?! Hi five!"

Nat threw up her hand and Liam slapped it in reply. The nekomimi never even slowed her riding on Bree's face through the process. Liam sat back in his bed, watching his genetically bred Waifus fuck each other. He still somehow noticed another alert on his phone and picked it up, reading over the messages from TW. He waved his phone at the girls.

"Hey, I'm gonna answer this. It might be important," he informed them as he pulled on some pants.

"Cool. I'ma keep wrapping it up here," Nat said before tugging on Bree's ears, jerking her face around in her pussy.

Liam went to the next room over, still smiling to himself as he replied.

"Hi. They've been great."

He didn't say that lightly either. He really enjoyed having them around as his kinky lovers, household helpers and goofy friends. He had seen or heard about other people with their Waifus, and they all seemed so bland. They were much more docile, or occasionally the bossy aggressive type because that was what they were into. Nat and Bree didn't start trouble, but they seemed to have a lot more depth for their flaws.

"That's wonderful to hear. After reviewing your history with us, we thought you might be interested in another discounted addition to your Harem Bundle."

Of course. Liam realized by now that they had tagged him as a sucker, or whatever their equivalent of that was. They figured they could pawn what they assumed to be unsellable rejects on him. The thing was, they weren't totally wrong… another rescue waifu was tempting and would probably get along with the others.

"I see. And what did you have in mind?" he replied.

"Thank you for hearing about our offer. We have a plant-based Waifu that we think would suit your tastes. Very low-maintenance since they can live off water and sunlight."

The idea of a new partner who wouldn't even dent his food bill did sound promising, but they had to be leading with the best.

"What kind of plant?" he asked back bluntly.

"Good question! Lora is a Sanguaro," the rep/bot replied.

Liam had to look that up to confirm what that was. No wonder they were being cagey.

"So a cactus?"

"Of sorts. Lora is still a hybrid with plenty of curves, and her spines are dulled and made to be easily groomed. Plus she would get along great with Brayanne as another desert-based Waifu."

That did make a little sense. His group was already easy to work with and they barely made a dent in his budget between the discounts and their casual lifestyles.

"Alright. I'm interested. What do you need from me?"

——

Liam went about the by now familiar procedure of registering his new kinky roommate. A couple days later, there was a knock at his door. It was later than they had scheduled the "delivery," but he liked what he saw when he opened up to meet his new waifu.

Flora was a tall and slimly built woman, looking almost as human as Bree and Nat. She had lime green skin and darker colored, long, stringy hair that looked like some combination of vines and dreadlocks. She had a bright pink flower in her hair near one of her temples, looking like it was pinned there before he realized it was growing out of her. The cactus girl had a round chest for her build and large, dull needles grew out of her cleavage. They were as thick as Liam's finger, and looked about as sharp as a plastic fork. Not dangerously sharp, but not something to get poked with. She wore a loose, silky top and a long skirt with a slit down one side to show more of her shapely green hip.

"Heyyyy, man. Ladies. You're the ones that ordered a babe, right?"

Flora gave a casual wave as she started to enter the door. She stopped short of fully entering as she reached out and gave Liam a gentle push on the chest.

"Just mind the spikes. You'll get used to 'em before long but I hear they're not the funnest part of me. They just protect the goods. Y'know…"

She drummed a knuckle on her chest, making her plump green boobs bounce.

"Water and fruit, man. Some of the scarcest shit out here in the desert."

Liam spared a sideways glance out the window. It was autumn in his woodsy community. Nothing desert-like about it besides the pavement.

"I don't think you have to worry about that," he stated plainly.

Flora nodded, but her half-lidded expression made it unclear if she had actually understood.

"So would it be cool if I got a drink of water?" she asked in her same lax tone.

"Suuuure. Let me show you around."

Liam led Flora through the house, pointing out a few useful things on the way to the kitchen. Nat and Bree followed along, seemingly scoping out their new roommate. Liam got her some tap water and passed Flora the glass. She smiled and tilted it in an appreciative little toast before she chugged it down like she hadn't drank in days. With each hearty gulp, Liam could see her chest ballooning out. Both of her tits expanded into unnaturally round shapes as they clearly shifted to store more water. Her top stretched along with it until the pink edges of her nipples peeked out from underneath it.

Flora gave a satisfied sigh and a smack of her lips as she handed the glass back to her new owner.

"Kickass. You got any more?"

"Plenty… but let's get back to that. I've got more house to show you-"

"Ow."

Nyatalie was suddenly hunched over between them, her hand retracting from Flora's chest. She rubbed her finger with an annoyed look on her face.

"What was that?" Liam asked, glancing down at the pouting catgirl.

"I was just goin' for some of that titty fruit. Not my fault she's got those pointy nip piercers," Nat grumbled.

Flora flashed another chill smile and lifted her shirt a bit higher. Her newly buoyant tits flopped out and sure enough, there was a pinkish-red piece of fruit slightly bigger than a strawberry growing over her nipples. The actual fleshy nubs were just visible peeking out behind them.

"What'd I tell ya, dude? Other animal gals can't get enough of the sweet stuff. It's why I gotta keep the-"

"I'll get it."

Bree immediately reached out and grabbed two handfuls of Flora's chest. She plucked the fruits from the cactus' chest, her thick skin seeming to completely ignore the barbs. The donkeygirl was clearly much more used to dealing with that kind of diet than a slacker housecat. She still tossed one piece to Nat while she munched on the other while Flora stared at them in dumbstruck shock, her barbed boobs still jiggling from the robbery.

"Oh… dude," Flora muttered with a tone that Liam thought sounded like she realized she was about to get fired.

"Well I guess that solves that. I guess we can see about grooming those spines now that you don't have so much to worry about," Liam offered, patting her on the shoulder.

"But what about my fruits, man? How am I gonna live on like… one rainfall a year or some shit?"

She gave a burp that got her watery jugs wobbling again. Liam gently steered her by the shoulders into the other room for some privacy while the rest of his girls looked for more junk food to snack on around the kitchen.

"Don't worry about all that. It's a chill place here. We've got a… huge reserve of water we can share with you," Liam tried to simplify for the spacey cactus.

"Really? Aw, dude. That's the nicest shit anybody's ever done to me."

"Give you water?"

"Yea, man."

"I guess you didn't get out much in the labs."

"Oh nah, bra. Nothin' to do there but drink up and get baked in the sun."

----

Liam took her to the bathroom to get some tweezers and started plucking her spines from her breasts. The Waifu rep had advised him that it was healthier for her, and they came out surprisingly easily. Flora didn't put up any actual protest besides the occasional frown or wince, sitting patiently on the toilet. Once Liam realized he could do it by hand, the topless plantgirl seemed to relax more since that seemed to be a more comfortable process. It also let him get his hands on her slowly smoothing out bosom. The flesh itself was slightly springy, and Flora squirmed at the more intimate touch than she was used to.

"Feels weird," the cactus gal admitted.

"From having your boobs touched this much?" Liam asked, cupping a hand under her breast.

"Huh? Nah, I mean bein' defenseless like this. Like any ol' vulture could swing on by and eat my stuff. Where I come from, your water's like everything if you're gonna survive."

Liam pulled the last of her spines out and threw it away, patting her on the shoulder.

"I don't mean to harsh your buzz, Flora…"

The cactusgirl smiled and shook her head. "Can't happen, dude. I'm ridin' high from earlier."

She tapped her fingers on her chest, getting the green orbs wobbling like the waterballoons they functioned as.

"Glad to hear it. But you grew up in a lab, right? The closest you have to predators out here like to eat cereal and hot dogs. And if you're that worried about water…"

He reached into the shower and turned on the faucet. The listless spray was still enough to make Flora's jaw drop. Liam smiled at her stunned shock, reaching out to run his fingers under the spray.

"I wouldn't leave it on all day or anything and it's not exactly fresh, but we're definitely not short on water. You wanna try-"

Flora pushed her way past him and stuck her head into the shower, tilting her head back and holding her mouth open to catch as much as she could. She took a few greedy gulps, guzzling it down and swelling her tits up even further. They grew to the size of squishy green pumpkins, wobbling off to either side of her chest. Even her hips had gotten wider, somehow avoiding her stomach completely and giving her an exaggerated hourglass shape.

"Oh mag, thag's the goog sit," she gurgled through her wet mouthfuls.

"Alright. Come on. That's probably enough."

Liam urged her away from the shower and turned it back off. Flora smacked her lips happily, not bothering to wipe any of the wetness off her smooth green skin.

"Mannnn, you shoulda told me you were rich. This'll last me like a year."

Flora patted her chest proudly, making the bosomy orbs slosh around. Liam stared at her sudden growth, distracted while the catcusgirl fetched her shirt. She pulled it over head and shoulders but it got stuck before even breaching the peak of her boobs. It fit too tightly now that she was overly full on water. She looked blankly down at them and shrugged.

"Dang. Guess I need new shirts," she noted casually.

Liam broke away from her distracting rack to shake his head.

"I don't think that's the real problem here."

"How's that?"

"Did you try leaving yet?"

Flora thought carefully for a minute before she looked at the bathroom door. It took her a minute but she finally approached it and tried to pass through. Sure enough, her flooded tits caught on the edges of the doorframe. They squashed inward and immediately got stuck, wincing and giving some half-hearted tugs to try and dislodge herself. Her widened ass shook around behind her, likely to fare no better than her tits would at escaping.

"Ah jeez… survival's hard, yo," she reflected.

"And that's without your needles. You really don't need that much at once when it's everywhere, Flora," Liam gently chided her.

It was hard to be mad at her. Her chill energy and almost alien logic kept him going at a patient pace around her. He had heard that plants were therapeutic but grooming her giant tits probably wasn't what they meant. Liam came in behind Flora and reached around her torso, pushing at the underside of her tits to manipulate their shape. It got them to stretch and squish forward helped rearrange her water jugs enough that she slipped back into the bathroom.

"Man… it was fun while it lasted. Guess I better let some back out so I can at least get around the place."

It was better than having her live in the bathroom, but Liam asked "How exactly do you do that?"

"What? Leak? Same way most of you mammals make your liquids, I guess," Flora explained.

She cupped a handful of one massive watery melon and pinched around the areola. It puffed up her nipple, swelling but taking some firm twisting before it let out a few drops of water. Nothing else seemed to change about her swollen bust. Liam gave her an expecting glance and she gave him a loping shrug

"I dunno what to tell ya, man. I'm built to NOT lose water that easily. So if you know anything about making bitches get wet, I'd like to hear it."

----

Flora was very easy to convince from there. Liam only had to stand behind her and lift whatever amount of her tits that he could fit in his hands. Her green breasts more than filled his hands and gave them a massaging rubdown. For all the water they had stored in them, they still felt soft and fleshy with a very fluid flow around his fingers. They made for the biggest and most fun stress balls he had ever felt.

"Ohhhh… shit, dude. Didn't know it felt like this when somebody else did it…"

The cactus was certainly into the arrangement. She wriggled in place but remained rooted as Liam had much more success in milking her. He kneaded her sloshing jugs until he had her tits dribbling the clean water into a bucket over the sink. He figured that salvaging the water would help Flora ease into the idea. She had gotten more silly and lightheaded when she was stuffed full, only growing slightly more clear-headed as her arousal pushed its way through her water-drunk state.

Liam had to overextend his reach to get around to feeling up Flora's swollen nipples, which meant pressing his crotch against her ass. His newest roommate's skirted hips gyrated against his filling hardon as she wriggled in place, making it harder to keep her tits under control. Her ass even wobbled around with the same rubbery fluidity of her breasts, storing some water of its own. Flora didn't seem to mind as she kept arching her back, lactating more of her water as her tits barely started to shrink back down from their mammoth size.

"Damn… feels like I'm starting to get pretty soaked all over. I think I got another leaky hole for ya to take care of."

Flora pulled on the waist of her skirt, lowering it until Liam's hardon was sliding between her shapely butt cheeks. He gave a husky groan as he took another milking squeeze of her tit, letting his other hand roam lower. He caressed her ass and reached for her crotch, only to hesitate just short of it. He gave an experimental pat around her inner thigh before he was confident there weren't any needly pubes to worry about. He took a more assertive handful, cupping her crotch and curling his fingers to rub around in between her folds. Flora gave a rather musical coo as he felt around her folds and the wet flesh inside her.

"Oh fuck… I'm leakin' like crazy… but it's totally worth it~!" Flora gushed as much as her pussy.

Her tits and crotch were steadily leaking now spilling a pump of water from her nipples with every squeeze. Her pussy ran like a low-pressure faucet, trickling more cool water over Liam's fingers. It was starting to leave a chilled, damp patch on the front of the human's pants, giving him plenty of reason to strip himself down to match his partner. Rubbing his bare cock against her silky plant-flesh only felt better with every stroke.

Feeling her grind and dance back against her owner got him to where his probing fingers weren't enough. Liam pulled on Flora's hips, pivoting her so that she bent over the bathtub. The cactus gave some subtle whines at the repositioning.

"H-heavyyyy…" she groaned, slurring her barely formed words between her water weight and the fog of lust washing through her.

Her fattened jugs hung over the tub, drooping like massive raindrops over the tub. They wobbled like the water balloons they were under their weight, audibly sloshing as Liam kept their flow going.

"One sec… I'll help," Liam groaned needily.

Liam held onto her hips just long enough to thrust into her, pushing his way into her pussy. There was a thick, wet sound to go with the tight, slick pleasure, and the displacement of her, sending a rush of water out past his shaft. It was cool at first from all the flowing liquid letting loose, but her insides quickly warmed up the longer his hardon lingered there. However much plant DNA was in her, Fora's vagina seemed as anatomically correct as any of the other girls' junk.

Liam pumped a few thrusts into Flora, letting her sloshing tits sway around like hefty pendulums a moment out of sync with his pumps. The big green funbags clapped together, forcing out fresh splashes from her puckered nipples. Liam gladly grabbed them both, evening out their momentum and giving himself more leverage to fuck her bent over body. He pulled on her nipples, milking her like some kind of watery cow as he pounded her from behind. Flora wailed in pleasure as he thumped against her swelling bud of a clit.

"Ahh~! Yea! It's working… so… goooood~!"

Flora's mouth hung open, breathing in feverish panting as she braced her hands on the far wall of the shower. Her water kept leaking out of her aroused openings until the slurping noises of the drain absorbing her fluids started blending in with the horny sloshing of her pussy. The catctusgirl's breasts had even leaked enough of her lusty juices to shrink her boobs down a couple cup sizes. Still not back to what she'd started at, but progress.

"Oh fuck… you've got me leaking too," Liam grunted as he took in the bizarrely sexual sight of his plant partner.

He pushed some especially firm pumps into her as he finished, gushing his orgasm into her sloppy wet pussy. Flora gasped loudly and he felt her body immediately tighten up after his initial release.

"Oh my Gaia… you gave me your… water… ohhhhHHH DUUUDE~!!"

Her flowery hair waved wildly as she arched her back and tensed up into an orgasm. She cried out as her pussy squirted like a literal faucet, gushing a strong wave of water past his cock like a vibrating jet. Her ass cheeks wobbled out of control against his lap, their wet and noisy clapping slowly fading. Her buns shrunk with her gushing water reserves, which let Liam get closer with each thrust. It let him push deeper into pussy, keeping her orgasm leaking steadily until her hips were back to their believably curvy shape. Her breasts were quickly shrinking back to humanly busty, but Liam couldn't help but take advantage of the moment. He squeezed one of her still draining boobs and lifted it up, stretching over her shoulder and taking a hungry slurp of her leaking nipple.

He gave a pleased little hum. It tasted a bit sweeter, and certainly more clean and pure than he'd expect of his usual tap water.

"See?" Flora panted, her legs shivering in her afterglow.

"Everybody's after your fruit and water."

She chuckled and tossed her flowery hair as she smiled lazily over her shoulder. She was still plumped up with some excess water, but enough that she could fit back into her shirt and walk through doors. Liam gave her an assuring pat as he chuckled along.

"Fair enough. I'll talk to the girls and have them leave your… rations alone. And I'll only drink from you on special occasions when we have some more ready and waiting to refill you."

"I 'preciate it, man. But you've got the secret stash, so you can always take a hit, water boy."

There came a thumping against the open doorframe that Flora had been trying to squeeze through a minute ago. Nat was standing there, doing her own wiggling dance in place.

"Yo, guys. Can I get in there? I gotta take a wicked piss," she complained tensely.

"Oh you need to release your water supply too, huh?" Flora asked with a listless smile.

"Different thing. It's all yours, Nat," Liam said as he urged the cactus out with him.

----

Flora trailed along with him, still beaming and a little extra airheaded from her topped off water. He helped her settle in and got the other girls to lay off Flora without asking to eat or drink her. She needed to be plucked every so often, but it gave them a chance for some intimacy and some rather quiet and relaxing gardening.

Everything seemed pretty sorted out until a few days later. He was upstairs working on his computer when he heard a tapping noise. He looked at his bedroom door in case one of the girls wanted something (or was getting into trouble) but they all seemed to still be downstairs. The tapping became more rapid until he realized it wasn't from his door, but the window. He looked out and nodded as he realized it was just raining.

"Oh yea," he thought to himself. "We could use the water. It's been a little dry out lately so OH SHIT!"

Liam ran downstairs and scanned the living room but the back door was already open. He saw Nat and Bree watching with quiet bemusement as Flora ran around naked outside. She had clearly grown big enough that she tore through her clothes as her tits and ass had blown up into a beanbag chair each.

"Brooooo~! Get out here! You're not gonna believe what's happeniiiing~!" Flora almost sang with glee.

She looked like she was having the best trip of her life with that much water going into her all at once.

"It's raining, Flora. Get inside!"

"You kidding me, dude? This only happens like… once a year or some shit! Come on out and bring your buckets or whatever!"

Liam sighed, realizing it would take longer to explain to her that it rained just about all year round than just to get her back inside.

"Alright… Bree, help me move her because she's going to weigh a ton after soaking up all that. Nat, hold the door open so we can cram her back inside. I'm gonna need all hands on deck milking her back down to normal.

-x-X-x-

Sherry the Alcohol Slime

-x-X-x-

Liam got another ping from the True Waifu app. He had some rare time to himself at the time, so he could actually answer their chatter. It was usually a bit of phone tag as he hung out, maintained or fucked his genetically-engineered lovers, but Nyatalie had finally filled up the sink enough to do the dishes. Brayanne was fixated on the newly launched anime season and Flora was allowed to spend some time with the water hose to clean herself up after Liam titfucked her freshly preened boobs.

"Good evening, Liam. We're following up on your latest help request and hope that everything worked out nicely."

Right. He had thanked them and ended the chat the last time he was on. It turned out any kind of brush was good for maintaining Bree's hooves, and the donkey girl noisily appreciated the help.

"Oh, that. Yea, Bree is fine. Thanks again for that," he replied.

"You're welcome! We also thought you might be interested to know that we have another Waifu uniquely suited to your interests."

Liam rolled his eyes. He had loved the ladies they had brought him, but he had to assume this was another one they were pulling out of storage or couldn't find a place for. It sounded like he was paying a fraction of the cost that most of them went for, and a not small part of him was happy to be giving them a home rather than custom-creating one. It still felt annoying when they used their customer service style speech to try and pitch him on another one of their failed projects.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course, Liam. I'm here to help."

"How many Waifus does your average customer own?"

"That's a good question! Customers can have anywhere from one to twenty Waifus, depending on their living situation and their needs. Some look for one to settle down with as their dream girl while others enjoy the Harem Bundle or a more familial setup. It depends on the user and how much room they have in their home and their heart."

"Sure. Thanks. So what do you have this time?"

"Considering that you're over 21 and have a growing household, we wanted to offer you one of our alcohol-based slimegirls. Would you be interested in hearing more?"

Liam scrunched up his face trying to piece together that one. Yes, he obviously wanted to know more. He had a thing for slimes and their dopey, bubbly nature from all the monstergirl media he'd consumed over the years. But her being alcohol-based was something he definitely needed some clarification on.

With some back and forth, he learned about Sherry. She was a slimegirl like he understood it; a thick, semisolid shape but with an adjustable chemical compound that could turn into various alcohol. She would be curvy, a useful source of booze, and apparently quite the cook compared to the others. Liam had been living a cozy life, but he had to admit that Nat's cooking skills were genuine, if limited. All the burgers, pasta and takeout was starting to put a little extra weight on him.

"You know what? Sign me up and send Sherry over whenever you can," he finally agreed.

"Outstanding. We'll arrange her trip by the end of the business day. Please note and agree to the additional $5 shipping fee, due to our territory's regulations on shipping alcohol."

----

Sherry came jiggling into their front door a couple days later. Liam got the notification and had the other girls gather to meet her in the living room.

Sherry was clearly more maturely built than the others. It was impossible to tell her age, but her slick body was much fuller than the others. She was made entirely out of a slightly translucent substance that was a rich amber color, though her hair was a much darker shade to set them apart. The only major difference was two bright purple eyes like gemstones set into her upper face, drifting around a bit when she looked one way or another. Her lower body didn't have any legs to speak of, merging into a singular base like a vase or a ghost constantly clinging to the floor. She was solid enough that she didn't leave a trail of anything behind her. She had armloads worth of tits and hips wide enough to squash out of shape when she went through a doorframe. The hair-like jelly was long and curly, wobbling behind her shoulders to give Liam a vaguely tentacle vibe. Her smooth body was fully nude except for a sharp-looking vest she wore buttoned up tightly to push up her light brown cleavage.

"Hullo there, sweetness. Master of the house, I take it? Seein' as you're the only one here without the extra bits and pieces."

Sherry spoke with a faint Irish drawl that flavored her every sentence. That was one of the least surprising aspects about her. The slimes he'd heard and read about tended to be simple-minded, simple-cell creatures with basic appetites and urges. He hadn't expected her to show up sweet-talking him and cracking jokes.

"That's me. Welcome home, Sherry," Liam greeted her with a bewildered but warm smile.

"Did you need anything? I know the company said that you were pretty self-efficient…"

"Oh, no need a'tall, lad. I'm already thinkin' of a dozen things I could do with tha' place."

Sherry reached out with one arm and it was the first real show of her fluid body that Liam got to witness. It stretched across the room and grabbed some crumbled up discarded snack bags. Her curves rippled and shifted around, presumably redistributing her mass until she reeled her limb back in. She sprouted an extra little tentacle from around where her knee would be, pulling a trash can closer to her and dropping the waste inside.

"Impressive. I just didn't expect you to be this… mature," Liam admitted.

"Oh, don't you worry 'bout it. I wasn't always so bright and savvy. Y'know what they say about us slime girls: we age like wine!"

Sherry flashed Liam a wink, which was another strange thing to witness. The glob of her fluid flesh around her eye just sealed around her shimmering eye, veiling it for a moment before opening up again. It got a snicker out of Liam as Nyatalie propped her chin on the arm of the couch.

"So that's it? You're like… made of wine?" she pried.

"Oh, I'm not so simple as that. I've got all manner of drink in me, even when I haven't just had a few myself," Sherry quipped.

She plucked up a water glass on a nearby table and held her hand out over it. A glob the size of a baseball oozed out of her palm before dangling from a thread, bobbing in place just above it. It held her amber color for a moment before growing into a paler gold, then a dark, rich purple, then an almost completely clear fluid. A moment after each one she conjured or alchemized, the potent smell of alcohol hit Liam's nose.

"I can pop out any alcohol-based stuff ya need. I got beer, ale, wine, vodka… whatever tickles yer liver at the time."

Sherry turned her upper body completely around to look back at Nyatalie in particular.

"You ARE over eighteen, right? Or whatever the bleedin' drinkin' age is over here these days…"

"Dude, I'm almost thirty. I've drank your weight in beer in the last month," Nat stated with a scoff.

"Splendid! Then I'm sure we'll get along wonderfully!" the slimegirl chimed.

Bree gave a small nod, a greeting and approval, but Liam could see her getting distracted and reaching for her phone. Flora sauntered up to Sherry with her chill and vacant smile.

"Heyyy. Welcome to the farm. Name's Flora," the chesty cactus greeted, offering a handshake.

"Oh, none'a that, darlin'. We're practically family now," Sherry huffed playfully.

She grabbed and squeezed Flora in a hug. The easygoing plantgirl looked surprised by the move, but pleasantly so. Sherry's breasts squashed to fit around Flora's, even partially absorbing the green pair by an inch before letting her go.

"Yea… yea, cool," Flora said with a sleepy smile.

"So I heard you're made of stuff to drink, and I happen to be-"

Liam decided to cut that off right there, sliding in between the busty Waifus.

"No you don't, Flora. You're watching your water, and I don't think you need more liquids. Plus, I'm not sure if alcohol is good for plants or not. I'll have to google that. But for now, I really should show Sherry around."

----

"That's where the other three have been shacking up. That's technically my room but they wander in and out as they please so we sleep wherever. I didn't know what to expect with a slime, so we don't have anything specific set up for you. I've got extra blankets and things stashed away if you need them…"

"Oh don't ye worry about that," Sherry assured me.

She reached an arm upward until it latched onto the ceiling. It started to swell until her body mass started sliding up the limb like a slow motion rain drop in reverse. Her features shifted along the stretched out body, gradually reversing herself so that her lower half clung to the ceiling. Sherry's huge breasts drooped back down by her head and bobbed around as they settled into the shift in gravity's effects on her body.

"I can find any ol' spot and make myself comfortable. Used to be that I could pour myself into a jug or a bottle, but…"

She smiled and shrugged. It was an especially odd sight with her hanging upside in front of him.

"Grew a bit too big for my britches over the years. Not that it looks like ye mind that I'm a couple cans over a 6-pack."

"That's more than I can drink in one sitting anyway. I'd rather savor something sweeter anyway," Liam assured her, his eyes watching her swaying, fluid jugs.

"Now that I can help ye with. Care for the house special straight from the tap?"

Sherry cupped her chest, lifting the big fluid tits to make them slosh up towards her legs. The dangling slime squeezed her tit, bulging its weight towards her nipple until a syrupy fluid dribbled down her nip and absorbed back into her skin. Her whole body was like a self-absorbing water puzzle.

"I guess I could use a refill," Liam accepted, stepping up to his dangling new Waifu.

They leaned into each other and Sherry offered up one of her big alcoholic nipples. Liam pressed his lips to her puffy tap of pseudoflesh. Its jelly-like texture was a surprising but pleasant mouthfeel, and it was warmer than he expected. Sherry hummed appreciatively as she leaned into his touch, letting his hands and mouth take over supporting her rubbery jugs. A sweet liquid started leaking from her nipple and hit his tongue. He couldn't pinpoint it exactly but it struck him as some light and fruity drink like a cocktail or a hard lemonade. Something light enough that he didn't worry about how much he had to drink just yet and kept sucking harder.

Sherry's tit stretched out from the suction until he eased up on the pressure, letting it flop back into place. It jiggled around, dribbling her leaking lactation like a tipped jello shot as Liam went after her other breast. It fed him in a similar fashion, only this one had more of a cherry flavor compared to the lemon of the first.

"Mmmm~! Thirsty boy, ain't ye?" Sherry purred over all the attention.

Liam nodded, which bounced her tit around with his lips. He squeezed the other until it molded around his fingers. He kneaded it more passionately until he gripped too tightly and his fingers poked right through the gooey membrane. Liam lost his balance and stumbled forward, causing a similar result when his face fell into her other breast. He blinked in surprise as everything was suddenly filtered through an amber lens as his head floated inside Sherry's boob. It didn't sting his eyes but it did block up his ability to breathe.

"Oop! I think you've had enough, lad," Sherry chirped.

The alcoholic slimegirl got her hands on his shoulders and gave him a firm push back. She was thick and jiggly enough that Liam had to really pull to unstick himself. He took a gasp of air, expecting to cough some of her fluid out. Instead, the bit that was caught in his throat slid smoothly down with a faintly sour aftertaste.

"Whoops~! Mind the kegs there. Guess that's one way to prove they're bigger than yer head," Sherry laughed merrily.

There was an indentation left where his face had fallen through her nipple but it quickly filled itself back up. Some of her goo stuck to Liam's face but Sherry wiped her thumb over it. Rather than cleaning him off like a doting mother, her slimy reddish fingers tickled across his skin and reabsorbed her leftover mess back into her body.

"There ye go. The raw stuff's not as refined or nothin', but it shouldn't be too bad for ya."

"No harm done," Liam coughed, clearing his throat.

He could already imagine a variety of things to do with that sort of body. Though one question still lingered, especially as his intrigued hardon continued.

"So where exactly do I… you know. Stick it in?"

Sherry beamed and placed her hands on her curvy milf hips. She arched her back, curling her midsection into an upside down shape so her upper half appeared right side up when she smirked at her master.

"Oh, that's the beauty of bein' a slime. I can shift my bits and thickness with a little focus, so really anythin' goes."

Sherry patted herself down, smacking her jiggling jelly hips so that her booty wobbled around to match. She drummed her fingers in a few of her curvier spots, getting them quaking with ripples that trailed along her curves. It was enough teasing that Liam simply reached up and took her around the gooey waist, pulling her into a deep kiss. He was better prepared for the curious texture and bittersweet flavor awaiting him this time. He drew her closer towards the bed, stretching her upper body until her lower jelly shifted after the rest of her.

Sherry hummed into the embrace, making her insides bubble before finally detaching herself from the ceiling and letting herself drop. The thick slimegirl fell on top of him and pinned him to the bed like a warm and gooey blanket. She peppered him with affectionate kisses, noisily smacking her lips with each one to add an extra tickle to the contact. Her outer layer of skin stayed firm until her gelatinous hips rolled hard enough to let his cock penetrate inside her.

The brief, wet popping sensation was a pleasant surprise around his genitalia. It was still strange as the milfy slime's straddling came slig+htly off center so he wasn't in any particular opening on her body. He couldn't help but think of how he seemed to be having sex with one side of her hip more than anything else. Her wide ass wobbled at the uneven pressure of his returned grinding.

"Does that do it for you?" Liam asked in concern, even with his lust lowering his voice.

"Don't mind me, darlin'. I feel it alllll over," Sherry moaned.

The gel around Liam's shaft squeezed and shifted until he could feel it wrapping tighter around him. It tugged and rippled in a way that prompted Liam to look down and see she was fully controlling the piece of her he had stuck inside. Sherry was not only moving the makeshift orifice, but she had sculpted it into a perfect copy of her hand. The rubbery fingers curled and stroked him to keep pulling him deeper into her.

"It's the sweet part of being built like this. Anything I want goes anywhere. And nothin' feels quite like rubbin' up on yer lad with five clits."

Sherry gave a low, satisfied grunt that assured him she was telling the truth. Wherever he thrust got a similar moan out of her as the rest of her jiggling surface rippled with it. Liam's hands were already groping around the rest of her so he squeezed harder around her ass. He put some pressure on his fingers until two poked through her big gelatinous cheeks. Sherry gave a shriller cry at the improvised penetration, and Liam felt her body tense and ripple as he stroked his fingers inside her.

"Mmm~! Now you're gettin' it," Sherry cooed as she pumped her hips, rocking them back and forth between her lover's cock and fingers.

The slimegirl's fluid motion and the juicy squelching of her tight, gooey openings were strange but arousing, keeping Liam humping harder himself. Sherry's curvy but lighter body was full on bouncing on him as he put more force into his thrusts, most of her weight swinging fully upward. It made her hips keep threatening to bounce off him entirely if not for his grip digging into her ass and her skin sticking to and peeling off him to slow her down. The sloppy slurping of her roughly crotch-like hole finally sucked Liam into cumming inside her. He gave a few firm pumps, leaving some streaks of white floating around her lower half.

"There's a good lad," Sherry praised him gently as she slid back, pooling her lower mass between his legs.

Her faintly sticky skin tickled his own as she peeled herself back off of him. Liam smiled at her wearily as his eyes roamed down to the lingering clump of cum.

"So does that need to be cleaned out or something?" he pried.

Liam didn't want to stir things up if having sex with his new Waifu meant tainting the supply of their alcohol. He at least wanted to know if he was choosing between one and the other.

"Oh, ye worry too much. It'll digest itself and get turned into brew like anythin' else," Sherry dismissed with a wave.

"Don't think too hard about it and let me handle the mess. You just enjoy it."

Liam did feel more assured by that. He looked her up and down before taking Sherry by her head and a fistful of her gooey hair. He gave a firm pull down, getting a better feel for just how elastic and durable she was. He pulled her face down into his lap, stuffing his cock into her mouth with the same squishy sensation he got from the rest of her. Sherry gave a pleasantly surprised little trilling sound as bubbles rippled up from her chest. Liam felt her face shift around as Sherry relocated her erogenous zones to match his entry point. Her muffled moan became lower as her eyes sank in her agreeing arousal.

"Only fair that you drink some of me too," Liam grunted playfully as he kept tugging Sherry's head into his lap, her rubbery neck bouncing along like a toy.

His other hand groped one of her breasts as they hung low and wobbled against his legs. Sherry replied with some muffled mumbling until her voice came much clearer and from a slightly different direction.

"Mmm~! Now that's one way to hold your liquor."

The sudden clarity made Liam look down at her body. He was squeezing one breast, but the other had inverted her puffy nipple and molded itself into another mouth. It was another strange distraction before her soaking slurps brought him snapping back into his paralyzing lust. Her squishy hands ran over his legs, lightly rubbing him to keep his senses sharp and very aware of her unique texture and how her thick layers gently squeezed inward. It kept herself from leaking too heavily while putting more pressure around his messily sucked cock.

Liam was panting as he kept pumping away, fucking her face and testing the limits of her rubbery form. His dick pounded her warm, wet mouth until he felt a sudden coolness at its tip. He realized he had pushed his cock completely through Sherry's face and poked out the back. The slime's eyes rolled back deeper into her head.

Before he could question any effect that was having on her comfort, Sherry's whole body shivered with a guttural moan.

"Oh fuck keep going~!" her lipples quickly rattled off.

Liam fucked her face harder, popping out and in the backside of Sherry's head amd hair. It looked like he was fucking her actual brains out, though she didn't have any brain or other guts to speak of. Pleasing two holes at once still seemed to overstimulate her into a jiggling mass of lust until she gave a short, shrill gasp. Any hole she had over spurted an outburst of her gold-colored goo, cumming wherever and however she could from each of her summoned orifices. It warmly lubricated Liam's shaft and made his skin tingle with a faint fizziness.

Liam gave a shuddering groan as he finished inside her, a glob of cum pooling and floating around inside her dumbstruck face. Sherry cooed and bubbled softly as she recovered from her own gooey orgasm trailing down their bodies. She ran her hand over his lap, scooping up any of her leftover sludge while her mouth hole slurped around his dick to do the same. When Liam finally stopped thrusting into her, she withdrew with a firm, wet popping sound. She closed up her extra openings and smiled as her shifting insides politely shifted her mouthful of cum lower down her body to be less distracting. His last load that he'd left in her lower body was already fading, being broken down or converted or whatever into Sherry's darker sludge.

"That was crazy, eh?" Sherry asked, a bit breathless.

Liam wasn't sure how that worked or if it was just for tone. He still had to agree.

"Good kind of crazy, though," he replied, running his hands over her gelatinous skin.

"Real eye-opening kind of inspirin', eh?" she asked with a smile.

Sherry stretched back up to her full height, then a bit taller than that before the recoil snapped her back into her hourglass shape.

"In fact, it's about time to get ye some home cookin'. Mama's makin' dinner, and you ain't had beer-battered 'til ye've had it with the beer straight from the teat."

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Sherry took over the kitchen and Nat was glad to give up cooking duties for the night. The slime whipped up a chicken and vegetable dish with some kind of wine-based sauce that was a big step up from the catgirl's usual menu (vegetables being in there at all was a notable upgrade). Liam and his harem-family ate it right up and enjoyed a few drinks courtesy of their newest housemate.

It worked well for a couple of days, but Liam was surprised to wake up with Sherry nowhere in sight. It took him a while to realize he had been looking right at her; she was still curled up with Bree, but the donkeygirl had her almost completely buried under her. Sherry was now nothing but a reddish orb with her big purple eyes angled to look like they were closed, still dozing in her miniature form. Liam paused before shaking Bree's shoulder to wake up the both of them.

"Heyyy, Sherry? Are you feeling okay?"

The little glob of slime yawned and shifted around a bit before she realized she was a limbless orb. She didn't seem terribly surprised by her tone, though she sounded a bit higher and cuter pitched.

"Ah… I musta gone into regenerative mode overnight. Happens now and then if I go through too much sauce. Just need to get a bit of food in me and I'll be back at it again tomorrow," Sherry assured them.

Liam still frowned in mild concern. He realized that the fun-loving party mom personality wasn't going to bring much to the group in terms of responsibility. He picked Sherry up in her more portable form and tucked her under his arm.

"Well if you're pushing yourself that much, maybe we need to split up cooking again and talk about rationing you a little better."

"Ughhhh. You're killin' me, Lee!"

"Sorry, but you'll have to go on cooking duty again until Sherry has arms."

"Not that. We were gonna do a kegger and she was gonna be the keg!"

Sherry giggled and bobbed around cutely against Liam's side.

"Oh just let me grow back to my old self again, lass, and we'll work somethin' out. There's plenty of me to go around."