It was a hot second before Anahita booted up Skyrim once again as she wanted a specific mod so that she could have multiple followers. She didn’t have a reason to need it before, but since Wallace wanted to join her, she needed to have a way to bring both her gutslut wife and whatever Wallace was going to be on a little mini-adventure. And then, with the game loaded and her body transformed back into the busty, tall, bimbo-esque elf, Anahita regurgitated the sex doll moving around in her stom

Anahita’s mood had soured. The earlier conversation where Wallace politely refused her ideas that she wanted to do just with him just didn’t sit right with her. In her mind, she was wondering what was going on through his own. On one hand she could just peek in there. She did have the power to do that, but she held back from doing so. Still, as the two of them made their way through a couple more episodes, her mood caused their conversations to not be as engaging or as focused. “Hey�

Wallace’s mind slowly awoke to consciousness, his eyes opening to a dark room, laying in a comfortable bed. It takes a moment for him to remember where he was. His new bedroom. His hand fiddles around in the dark for the dimmer switch on the wall before landing on his target. Sliding it upwards slightly so that the lights turned on just enough to let him see. As he scanned across the room, looking at all his possessions on top of the new furniture that Anahita made for him, he thought abo

It had been about 5 weeks since Wallace and Anahita met. Most days, after working on the programming project he helps with, he would hang out with Anahita and watch more anime or watch her draw. Their conversations mostly remained the same, talking about what they liked or didn’t like, and if it was something that either one hadn’t seen they would try to predict what would happen. Though sometimes their conversations would dive into some lewder topics. In that time though Wallace had onl

The next hour passed by. Wallace moved the topic more to about video games since he felt like they really had any conversations about that as Anahita colored and shaded the artwork she was working on. And soon, she had finished. A picture of Emi from Pure Collage Maiden, in the middle of the dive kick from the last episode. Her eyes with a fierce determination, as tears flow out and upwards from her descent downwards onto the barrier Cogwell had erected. Though looking at the artwork, there

Wallace looks at the time on the taskbar. It was only a bit off of 1 PM, but he was done for the day. Unlike yesterday with that bug with the window hanging, the things that he wanted to get done today ended up being easier. So much so that he was wondering what he should do before hanging with Anahita. But then again his mind came up with nothing. Luckily enough the Djinn had come online on discord, so he was able to shoot her a message.Dude, you don’t have to message me, just come over

“He he he he he” Wallace chuckles to himself as he finally fixes that bug that had been bothering him all day long. Testing it over and over again, the window doesn’t hang as the numbers update. The serotonin in his brain releasing from another solved problem. And he did it with time to spare. He only needed 30 minutes to finish since Anahita left.Now he was free he could do what he promised Anahita and join her to finish off season 5. Though technically she gave him an extra hour,

Hey. Whatcha doing?The pop up notification from discord slides in from the lower corner of Wallace’s monitor. He had added Anahita hours ago after he woke up, but she seemed to have been offline until recently. Didn’t really matter as he booted up the IDE he used for programming and got to work on what he wanted to accomplish today. Wallace enjoyed programming, finding that it tickled his brain in the right ways. A combination of puzzle solving and making something. Trying to figure out

A glint of metal caught Wallace’s eye as he walked down an alley shortcut coming back from the corner store. Sitting on top of a mountain of trash was an oil lamp, golden and shiny. The kind that, in most media, would contain a genie. But there was no way that could actually be the case, right? Still, it did look pretty nice, and as Wallace grabbed it it seemed authentic enough. At very least he could keep it around long enough to see how much it was worth. A few extra hundred in cash co