Despite the help of Nala, Jon was unable to locate that bitch Karyn again. Soon enough, he was walking dejectedly home, his only company the hot, simple Chinese girl who wanted to be his wife, but who had started the day off as his best friend Alan.
"Nala be good wifey, Jonny." she said with a smile, her hands always busy touching him...trying to make him happy. "Nala have plenty good baby for you. Nala fuck you every night. Nala clean good. You see. Nala you wife now."
Alan. His best friend. It wasn't that he hated Nala (aside for replacing Alan, Nala was a dream come true. A sexy, obedient Chinese girl who was friendly, pleasant and eager to please him in any way she could) it was just that Alan had been a great guy...cruelly transformed by Karyn in an effort to hurt him.
"Dis you house, Jonny? Nala like you house. Dis Nala house now, too?"
"Yes Nala. But...let me explain the situation to my mother first."
"Okay, Jonny. You know best what do wi' you motha'. But let her know I not go away. You love Nala?"
"Yes, I love you, Nala."
The Chinese woman giggled and clapped her hands while Jon went to the door and knocked...
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"A Chinese Mail Order Bride? But...that's CRAZY, Jon! What would have possessed you to DO something like that? We've got to send her back..."
"It doesn't work like that, mom. I know it's crazy, and I hardly expected it would work. I thought it was a joke, but...Nala's here and she's a sweet girl. So...please be nice to her. Besides, I don't think I have a choice in the matter. I apparently already married her today..."
Jon had found a piece of paper in his pocket while talking to his mother. An official looking document that said 'Justice of the Peace' and identified this as the date of his marriage to a Nala Merlin. His last name. He guessed that Karyn had added this little bit recently.
The knock brought his mother out of her fit, and he went to answer the door. It was Nala, of course. Standing at the door and looking cutely worried.
"Why you no let Nala in? Nala love you, Jonny. Nala..."
Then she noticed Jon's mom.
"Oh! You Jonny-mom? Me Nala. Me Jonny wifey. Nala be good wifey, Jonny-mom! A+ Number-one daughter! I cook and clean for you! I make you grandchildren! I make you pretty! I do good hair an' nails for pretty lady in China. I do you hair an' nails too! Please don' be mad at Nala, Jonny-mom. Nala love Jonny. You Nala-mom now, too. Please let Nala show she good daughter! Nala make you very happy!"
And that...had been that. Nala was her sweetest and most charming that evening, helping Jon's mother make dinner, cleaning everything up and gushing over family photos. It made little sense, till you realized that Alan and his mother had always gotten along so well - her practically considering him to be her second son - and Nala was just a transformed Alan. Perhaps some karmic trace of their friendly relationship clung to Nala, because by the end of the evening...
"I still don't approve of this at all, Jon. And she's too old for you. But...she is sweet and charming as heck, and it wouldn't be fair to just chuck her back across the Pacific Ocean without giving her a chance. You've made this situation...but I suppose I'll get used to it. I mean, she already seems like my long lost daughter."
Nala snuggled against Jon that night, hands touching and exploring him. Jon was rock-hard, but not really wanting to do this. Not with Alan.
Nala suddenly stopped fondling him, and got out of bed. She crossed the room, and took Jon's DVD of 'Bladerunner' from a shelf.
"You got dis movie? Dis Nala FAVORITE movie! You think dat girl a replicant too, Jonny?"
Bladerunner. It was always Alan's favorite movie as well. Not to mention...
"Oh, you have Ladyhawke too? An' Dragon Slayer? Dark Crystal! Last Starfighter? TRON!!! That Nala favorite when she little girl!!!"
These were all Alan's favorite movies. Apparently Alan's tastes hadn't changed, even in Nala's life.
"We can watch them, if you'd like. But...I've got to go to school tomorrow. So..."
Nala smiled. "You gotta get to sleep, huh? Nala unda'stan'. But...we watch movies tomorrow, Jonny? It make Nala so happy."
"Sure, Nala we..."
Nala set the movies down, crawled over Jon - brushing his face with her huge breasts - and snuggling close to him, allowing her hand to nestle in his crotch and squeeze his fully erect cock.
"Nala love you more than ever. Nala be good wifey, Jonny. Nala make you happy. Please...let Nala make you happy?"
And so...Jon accepted. It was his first real time with a woman (he'd done it once with Karyn before clumsy wishing had made her his enemy, so now he was a virgin again) and Nala went slowly and tenderly with him. Her mouth around his cock...his hands on her gigantic breasts...and finally, his erect member deep inside of her, pumping and thrusting with gusto. She could feel it. She could feel his sperm rushing up inside her and finding her womb. Could feel it as she became pregnant with her first baby. With HIS first child. She was so happy and content as she snuggled close to Jon and fell asleep. She was so pleased she'd found such a perfect husband and lover. She knew she'd make him a good wife...and he a tender and affectionate husband.
