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Good Neighbor 5

Tags: MC, MF, MD, GR, HU

Synopsis: A neighbor left a fledging harem unattended, and hilarity ensues.

Note: “My Erotic Fiction”, which means it cannot be reposted, etc. without my permission; it may be illegal or immoral for you to read; and it is all made up. or PaladinInBlack on Tumblr.

Note 2: Read Good Neighbor 1 to 4 first.

Note 3: What happens to Candy is a blatant effort to suck up to, er, I mean, thank one of my favorite readers/reviewers. I doubt she’d approve of all aspects of what happens to the character, but I hope she appreciates the idea.

CHARACTERS RECAP:

  • JACKaverage guy who recently got a large dick and a harem.
  • ANGELwas old Maddy Murphy, 1st changed, looks like Alice Goodwin. Wife-like and adoring.
  • BUNNY‘Trailer park’ Sally Ruggles, looks like Jenny Poussin. Cheerleadery.
  • GINGERwas bitchy Victoria Dowdds, now a tall red-headed blend of Bianca Beauchamp and the actress from Gilligan’s Island. Seductive and almost domineering.
  • KUNIwas Kim Lon-Duc, now looks like Julri Waters. Exhibitionist, good head for business.
  • SAMMYSamantha Dowdds, Ginger’s older sister, now younger and looks like Jordan Carver. Aggressive and bouncy.
  • LILYLilian Vandolet, rented from the old Mrs. Murphy, resembles Lucy Pinder. Tender and loving.
  • CANDY Phylis Sherman, Angel/Maddy’s elderly friend, now a Denise Milani clone. Best described as ‘enthusiastic’.
  • KIKIJulie Ton, a neighbor of Kuni, changed to resemble Francine Dee. Geisha.
  • PENNYthe newest and Angel’s grown daughter, now a busty clone of the girl from Big Bang Theory.

Good Neighbor 5

Jack noticed that they were missing one and it sent a tingle of fear down his back. “Guys, where’s Candy?” The other girls looked around, then split up to check the house.

“Um, Jack? You may want to come up here.”

Jack and the thundering herd rushed to Lily’s nervous voice and found her in a shared bedroom (Jack did not even try to track the ever-shifting pattern of who slept where), staring in the closet.

When Jack edged past her, he saw Candy standing in there, nude, eyes closed. There was a metallic sheen over her skin (not like aluminum paint, more like she had been lightly chromed and buffed so the skin tones shone through) and a blank expression on her face. Her large breasts looked like they were literally bolted on—high and unnaturally hemispherical. Even her long black hair looked more like a bundle of thin wires, pulled back in a tight braid. Weirder still... she had a laptop charger stuck in her almost shiny pussy. There was a note taped to her shoulder.

“Dear Jack, this is the promised insurance. Don’t worry—she is not really a robot, our Processes cannot go that far... yet. She thinks she is charging up, and thinks she needs to do this whenever she ‘powers down’ or sleeps. She will still eat, etc. but now thinks she is doing it to blend into human culture better. Enjoy your new toy. MTT.” Shit.

“Candy? Candy? Are you awake?” Jack touched her very smooth feeling shoulder.

He would have sworn he heard a click as Candy’s eyes popped open. Goddamn it—even her irises were a silvery blue! “Unit candy is active. How may this unit serve Master?” Not quite a robotic monotone, but a flatter tone than the exuberant Candy usually used, and her delightful Eastern European accent was gone. Double damn it!

“What happened?”

“Unit candy was Transformed into a personal serving-bot by the good people at Midwest Transmogrification Technologies as a reminder to Master Jack of their agreement.”

“I know that part, but how the hell did they do it, and where did the card come from? Were they here?” Jack asked nervously.

“The card was included in the fruit basket. Unit candy had found the basket and the two cards in it. One card triggered unit candy into hiding it until the proper time, which has arrived.”

‘Uh... OK... so are you, like, ‘programmed’ or anything?”

“Affirmative. Unit candy is a fully programmed, fully functional serving-bot. It is her purpose to serve Master Jack in any way possible.”

“So if I asked you to... I dunno, do the dishes?”

“Complying.” Candy walked, a little stiffy in contrast to her usual casual grace, to the kitchen and wordlessly began to wash the small accumulated pile. Her movements were somewhere between her usual graceful moves and a bad robot skit—tiny jerks at the ends of most motions, and a strange tendency to only move one part at a time. It had the result of feeling like you were watching a movie that was just a tiny bit out of sync.

When she was done, she went to a nearby corner and stood stiffly upright. “What’s the matter Candy?”

“Question is not understood. Self-checks indicate no problems with unit candy.”

“Why are you standing there?”

“This unit has no commands to carry out.”

“OK, so act like Candy usually does.”

“Describe usual behaviors of ‘candy’ for unit to emulate.”

“Uh...”

Over the course of the next few hours, they learned a lot about ‘unit candy’. She would accept ‘input’ from any of the girls, but if there was any question, she confirmed it with Jack and he could overrule anything. They... they uh... well, they also learned that she had some upgrades. Her tongue was inhumanly long and strong, she could squirt like a Super-Soaker, she had incredible control of her vaginal muscles, her clitoris could expand into a thick five-inch ‘cocklet’, and she could vibrate several interesting parts of her body.

Working together, they also got her to act a little more human, but sadly that did not make it much less creepy—apparently there really is something to the ‘uncanny valley’ theory of humanoid robots. Her movements were a little more normal, and there was a bit of her old accent back in her voice. For some reason, though, there was a weird side-effect.

“What should Candy-bot do now?” Candy-bot looked around Penny’s room, having just helped the youngest of the Fan Club unpack and move in, then brought her to several high-end climaxes. Candy-bot had a big, helpful smile that looked a bit too much like she copy-and-pasted it from an airline attendant’s training manual... which she very well may have.

“I guess I don’t know.” Penny said, distractedly as lay on her bed.

“Should Candy-bot engage Penny with more coitus?” She asked happily.

“No, god no. I’m pooped. Go see if you can coitus anyone else.” Penny said before she flipped over on her bed for some much needed rest.

Apparently, they created a monster. Once Candy-bot tasted sex, it seems to have become one of her Prime Directives! If she was not specifically told to do something, she would try to engage whoever she saw in some form of sex. Jack had locked his bedroom door to get some desperately needed privacy and rest from her after she sucked him dry. No one was quite sure when or why Candy switched from ‘unit candy’ to ‘Candy-bot’, or how to turn off her aggressive sex drive, and they were running out of non-sexual tasks for her to work on.

The other, lesser but still big, problem that bothered Jack and Angel was the whole two-houses thing. There were just too many of them to fit in one house, especially with the whole Paladin Enterprises thing going on, and spreading it over two houses was causing all kinds of unforeseen problems, like the traffic jams of cameras and binoculars, or the number of ‘lost people’ knocking on the door all the time. Many of the neighbors had expressed their growing concern and irritation. Of course, the police were only too happy to swing by to investigate.

At the weekly Fan Club Meeting, Kuni mentioned that she might have an idea. One of her clients has this old grade school they remodeled into apartments, offices, and commercial space. The place was built in an older part of town that was supposed to be the next ‘hot’ area, but that didn’t happen so it has been sitting for some time. She was pretty sure they could get the place cheap.

That sparked a round of discussion and some internet work, followed by a field trip to check it out. The old school was not very attractive or that large, but it certainly looked big enough for their purposes. It was between a residential area and a light industrial/commercial area that looked like it was safe enough, but more importantly would offer a lot of privacy. The group took a bunch of photos and voted for Kuni to ask her client about it next time they met.

On the drive back, the girls were excitedly chatting about how they could turn the old cafeteria area into their dining and meeting room, the office into Paladin Enterprise’s office, and so on. One of the more interesting discussions was about the gym space. It was largely unrenovated and still had the wood floor, basketball hoops, and an old stage. Some of the girls wanted to make it a gym with lots of fun things they could have sex on, others wanted it as an open space for some of their business stuff, and a couple others thought about using it as a retail or other commercial space to help pay for everything.

As we were driving, Bunny suddenly called out “Jack! Look! Pull in there!” After Jack recovered from his near heart attack, he saw that Bunny was pointing at sex shop. Groaning even as he pulled in he asked “Don’t we already have, like, a LOT of these things?”

“Well, we could use some more lube... ” Bunny started.

Ginger chimed in “And I bet Candy-bot would like some new toys.” Candy-bot nodded, eyes gleaming silver-yly.

“Oh, and I would really like a new...” someone started to add before they all broke out in a general hubbub.

“HOWEVER.” Bunny said loudly. “The main reason I asked you to pull in is that!” The sign she pointed at said ‘Hiring’. “That sounds like the perfect job for any of us, but I was especially thinking of Ginger.” Ginger looked at the sign thoughtfully with a smile growing on her beautiful face.

“You may be right about that! And it would be close to our new place!” Ginger reflected.

Within minutes, the Fan Club had invaded every corner of the shop. Jack could hear his girls squealing in different corners but the lingerie selection seemed to be getting the most attention. He and Ginger were talking to the assistant manager, a pimply-faced young man who could not seem to stop staring at Ginger’s more-than-generous bosom. Every time Ginger tried to get Jeffery to talk about something like pay or benefits, the poor kid just drifted back to the titanic twin orbs. Ginger huffed good-naturedly when Jack told her to button back up. They left an application but both were pretty sure she would get the job. Hell, Jack figured Ginger would be assistant manager in a month and probably either out and out own the store, or at least rule it with an iron fist, shortly after that.

The girls mobbed him about buying different things before they left but all Jack could think about was making the payments so he told them a firm ‘no’.

An hour later, they left with four big bags of stuff and were (mostly) happily back on the road. At least they figured out a way to keep Candy-bot halfway quiet. They got her a fancy vibrating device and told her it was a ‘portable supplemental power pack’. She expressed robotic joy as she ‘plugged herself in’ and sat back with an expression of mechanical bliss.

A few months went by with barely a reduction in the daily insanity. Things were a bit calmer in many ways with Jack and four of the girls off at ‘real’ jobs much of the week, but the wage slaves did not bring in enough on their own to help as much as they had hoped, even with the outrageous tips they often got. Sadly, the ‘escort service’ and other sidelines kept rolling along.

Ginger was indeed basically running ‘Romantricks’ within a month. Using her employee discount, she was able to wear tight black leather and latex as her working uniform and had helped the owners, who turned out to be a sweet older couple, make the place more profitable to the point that they promoted her and offered her profit-sharing. They were even talking about changing the name and ‘branding’ to something like ‘Red’s’ with her as the mascot. One of their biggest innovations was the “Live Product Demonstration’ nights on Tuesday and Thursday evenings when Ginger or some of the other girls got paid to show how to use different devices or model different outfits. They served non-alcoholic drinks and snacks, charged a cover charge, and sold a ton on those nights. It was outrageous, and usually a lot of fun! (The fact that they managed to heavily promote other Paladin Enterprises things as well was just a nice bonus!)

They had finalized the arrangements to buy the old school at a fire-sale price, and were settling in nicely—even though Jack worried about the loan they had to take out to cover some of it. The girls referred to it as The Fun House, but Jack called it the Mad House. They did not have enough furniture or capital to really do things they way they wanted, but they got things set up well enough for now. Jack had a ‘suite’ of his own—three rooms he used as a private office, personal lounge area with an old mini-fridge and microwave, and his private bedroom with ‘only’ a King-sized bed.

The girls had set up sort of a dorm-like area for themselves with several bedrooms, a commons areas, a small ‘snacking’ kitchen and dining area, and one room set up as their dressing room for the clothes and make-up, and such. The dressing room sort of scared Jack—all those work tables and mirrors, and racks after racks of clothes with no apparent organization. Seeing them all in one place made Jack a bit dizzy thinking about the costs they represented, even though nearly all of it was bought well below usual retail costs one way or another.

They were still working on other rooms, like the master office, cafeteria/meeting area, and such. Working with a thrift-shop budget and a nearly unlimited amount of energy and creativity, things were going well enough. For example, many of the beds were just mattresses on plywood on concrete blocks—but they were comfortable and held up to the workouts the girls put them through. It was also flat out fascinating to watch Sammy and some of the other girls using power tools dressed right out of a old-style tool calendar.

It was bizarre to listen to them make plans. “We could do one with a whole Geisha theme for Kuni and Kiki!” or “How about a room made up to look like a library? We could use it for a lot of different sets!” and “Do you think a big shower or a big tub would be more useful in the old gym restroom?” The weird thing was, Jack knew most of it was not as much of a pipe dream as it might seem. The girls had LOTS of ‘friends’ who did free work or offer great rates on the materials... and were completely happy to do so. Some begged to be allowed to do more!

The other high-heeled clear platform stripper shoe dropped one day when Jack was just sitting in a common room watching TV with Candy on his lap. She had lost most of her robotic ways, but like the other ‘insuranced’ girls, Ginger and Kiki, she kept the ramped up libido and loved to just be close to Jack.

Kuni came in with her reading glasses perched adorably on top of her silky black hair. “We have a problem.” She showed Jack a stack of papers. “We bounced a check.”

“Dang. Can we transfer some money or something?”

“I already did that, but the check was still returned as insufficient funds.”

“Don’t we have some sort of overdraft protection against that?”

“Yes, but because of the size of the check it did not kick in.”

“Size of the... oh, god. Tell me it wasn’t the MTT check!” Kuni’s eyes could not meet Jack’s and he knew they were in deep shit. He tossed Candy off his lap, not even seeing her cute pout as she rubbed her offended ass and grabbed at his cell phone.

“This is Bill.” God, Jack hated hearing that voice. ‘Bill Collector’—funny guy. Jack quickly brought him back up to speed, begged him to let them pay him over the phone or something, but to not, dear lord, let MTT know that the original check bounced.

There was a long pause on the phone. “I’m sorry, Jack, but my bosses were not happy to see this happen. They feel they had already cut you a lot of slack and they feel that it is time for a lesson. The fact you covered it so quickly, along with an appropriate financial penalty, may help soften the blow... but I would not count on a lot of mercy from this group. Good luck. I think you’ll need it.” A hang up click never sounded so ominous to Jack before.

He gathered up as many of the Fan Club as he could and told them what happened. “I have no idea what they will do. Just watch each other and let me know if you see anything. I am sure we can make it through whatever they do.”

They walked on eggshells for a week before...

“Who are you! Where am I? What... Help! Help me! Someone help me!” Jack was shocked awake by a woman in his bed, sitting up, trying to wrap the blanket around her, and screaming! Jack had no idea who she was, but his heart sunk as he realized he had gone to bed with Angel last night.

“Angel? Are you Angel? Calm down, please.” He begged the past middle-aged, totally non-MILF’y woman who scrambled out of the bed, dragging the bedspread with her as a robe, and hid behind a chair.

“Leave me alone! My name is not Angel! Go away! HELP!”

Jack gathered a blanket around himself and tried to talk to the woman. She looked a little familiar. He grabbed his phone and called Penny to come over. He stayed as far from the sobbing woman as he could before there was a knock on the door. “Penny? Come in!” Penny carefully opened the door, thankfully fully dressed.

“Whats going o... Mom?” Penny gasped as she saw the woman behind the chair.

“Mom? Who are you? Oh, my God... Penny? Penny, is that you? What happened to you?” She was screeching again.

Jack slipped out and sent one of the girls gathered outside to get some clothes for the woman inside. He slumped down into a heap and cried.

It took a while for everything to calm down and learn what happened. “Good grief, Jack, it is just insane!” Penny was saying to the group. “She’s back to being Madelyn Murphy, but she thinks and looks like she is in her mid-fifties.” Jack figured that was about twenty years younger than she was when she was Transformed. Jack did not know her when she was this young. “Jack, she wants to go home and is threatening to go to the police.”

The love of Jack’s life, the thing that kept him even partly centered in all this insanity, his beautiful Angel, was gone. She had no idea who he was and was furious and terrified about what happened to her daughter and the house she grew up in. She was barricaded in one of the unused rooms that had a bathroom and a small bed and would only talk to Penny—who she was suspicious of, and Lily, who seems to remind her of a old friend. Jack sat in the hallway with his back against her door, not having a clue what to do. He had called into work with a personal emergency, keenly aware that his job had been suffering some because of the weirdness in his life and this may be the straw that breaks that camel’s back. He shivered to think what it would mean if he lost his job and they could not make the next payment.

“Why are you keeping me here?” Jack heard the plaintive cry through the door.

“I’m so sorry, Mrs. Murphy. Like the others told you, we sold your house with your permission and you’ve been living with me for the last few months.” Jack spoke through the door.

“And what they told me about me? Those pictures they showed me? I was that... that...?” Jack could not hear the word she used.

“Yes, Mrs. Murphy. A neighbor of yours kidnapped you and used some weird technology to change you into a beautiful young woman that somehow became attached to me.” Jack heard her cry out and scramble away from the door as he broken heart fractured into even smaller pieces. He had so easily convinced himself that the girls were not really his slaves, that he did not command them with every word he said, that they all had other, real lives they had been taken from. Jack flopped in his bed and thought dark thoughts.

Lily and Penny quietly approached after a while. Lily sat on the bed with him and stroked him softly on the back and shoulders. “She does not hate you.” Jack groaned at that.

“Seriously, Jack. My mom is scared and confused, but she was always a good and fair woman, and she is now, too. She was even asking what kind of person you are and what kinds of things you two did together.” Penny reassured him.

Jack gasped. “You didn’t...”

Penny giggled. “Of course not, silly. She is back to being my mom and that would just be TMI.” She excused herself to be with her mom for the night.

“Give her some time, Jack. Either she will calm down, or the change will start to wear off. It will be OK, we promise.” Lily kissed him lightly on the side of his face. They did not have sex but slept together, Lily just comforting Jack when he would toss and turn or cry out.

The next morning, Jack was treated to an odd sight. Maddy was dressed and helping some of the girls make breakfast. There was a lot more clothing and a lot less laughter than usual, but overall it was normal enough that it allowed Jack to relax a bit.

“Good morning, Mr. Allen” Maddy said, setting plates of pancakes and sides in front of some of the other girls.

“You too, Mrs. Murphy. That looks great, but you are our guest, you don’t need to do this.”

“I wanted to. I could not just sit in that room all day and I really don’t have anywhere else to go. And don’t worry. I am not going to go to the police or other authorities... at least not yet. I cannot say as I am happy with everything going on here, but we will talk about that later. For now, eat up.”

Mrs. Murphy spent most of the day puttering in the small garden that she/Angel had started shortly after they moved into the Mad House. Her daughter and some of the others often were working alongside her as the garden took shape. She was clean and ready by the time the evening meeting was starting.

“Mrs. Murphy, we usually use this time to discuss the business operations, cash flow, personal needs and thoughts, and set the next day’s agenda but I believe you deserve the floor if you want it.” Jack sat down.

Mrs. Murphy remained seated as she addressed the group while looking straight at Jack. “Let me preface this by saying that I think I understand the pressures you are under, and that you think you did and are doing the right thing for these poor girls. I also realize that while I find much of what you do as a business abhorrent, none of it is technically illegal.

“As a good Christian woman, however, I cannot tolerate or abide this situation. Nor can I just turn a blind eye, especially when my own flesh and blood is involved.” When Penny started to say something, Madelyn held up a hand. “I know you are an adult, even with the changes, but you are still my daughter. Mr. Allen, I don’t have much of anything left, and I know you don’t have much, if any, available money, but I would very much appreciate it if you could find a way to help me find a place of my own and a job. We meant something to each other, and I can see that you are a good person at heart, so I ask for this one last favor.”

This sparked a discussion between the women who used to own homes in the old neighborhood, discussing which apartments or rooms to let might work. They had a couple promising ideas until Jack spoke up.

He had been sitting, withdrawn, off to one side before he added his two cents worth. “That won’t work. That is Mrs. Murphy’s old neighborhood. Most of them will recognize the name immediately and may even recognize Mrs. Murphy and wonder what happened. What the hell can we tell them?” That cast a wet blanket over the proceedings. Further discussion resolved nothing, but the Fan Club (‘minus one’, as Jack bitterly thought) got mother and daughter a private room, and added Mrs. Murphy to the work schedule at her insistence while they worked on a better solution.

Jack took to sleeping alone most nights.