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SEX-TOY STORY -- PART NEXT
By DB  ( DB_Story@att.net / http://home.att.net/files/Authors/db_story/www/ )
Copyrightc 2002 by DB.
ASSM/ASFR (M/SexDoll, M/Fembot, rom, mc, fantasy, ScFi, asfr)

(This story contains Constitutionally protected material intended
for adults over 18 years of age in the United States of America,
and whatever passes for adult status in other countries.  If you
are under legal age, acting under legal age, not allowed to view
such material in your area, or easily offended, please do not
continue.  This is not for you.

(The only rights granted are to view this story.  You are not
allowed to reproduce, post, or otherwise redistribute this story
without permission, except for non-profit Usenet archiving sites.

(This story is not for sale.  To place on your web-site devoted
to this style of fiction, or for permission to link to my posted
material, please contact me first at the above email.)

- - -

Author's Note: This story was written in RobotDoll's universe,
and without his permission due to my inability to contact him so
far.  As such it is an unauthorized follow-on to his imaginative,
humorous, and quite well written Sex-toy Story.  I'm calling this
continuation Part Next, since there is some confusion whether his
posted story is actually Part 1 or Part 2.

The previous part my be read on my site above (until I'm asked to
remove it) or from the Google Archives at:
http://groups.google.com/groups?q=Wendy+Wantsit&hl=en&lr=&ie=UTF-
8&safe=off&selm=366AA21D.9D6CAF7E%40banet.net&rnum=1

My story deviates from the storyline he laid out based on the
movie.  Like all stories, it goes where it needs to go.  I hope
you'll find it entertaining - even erotic.

If anyone can locate RobotDoll for me or put us in contact,
please do.  His story is just too good an idea to not see some
more of, and I hope I'll get his blessing on this.

Thanks to Gorgo for his excellent and much appreciated
proofreading.  All remaining mistakes are mine.

- - -

LEGAL DISCLAIMER

Concurrent with the United States Supreme Court decision regarding Campbell
v. Acuff-
Rose Music, Inc (1994) and the copyright laws of the United States, this is
a work of
parody. This work is posted freely without any request for remuneration; its
only purpose
is social commentary presented in an entertaining fashion.

- - -

Wendy may have planned for Atomic Annie's imminent demise, however
fate intervened before she could act.  If Wendy had been surprised
(or outraged) at her removal from her coveted window location,
that couldn't hold a candle to her surprise as she suddenly
realized, still boxed up, THAT SHE WAS BEING SOLD!

- - -

Every sex toy's dream is to be wanted.  Our whole purpose is to
bring sweet desire - or hard-driving, unthinking, bed-pounding,
wet, and messy lust - to another.  That's what Wendy was reminding
herself in her dark box in the trunk as she jounced along the
road.  But after having been in the store so long, and having such
- now suddenly un-mutual - fondness for Andrew, she couldn't
believe this would happen to her now.

But it did.

And the longer the trip in the car lasted, the more she had to
admit that it really was happening to her.

After what seemed forever, but was really more like ninety
minutes, the trip came to an end.  They left her in the trunk of
the car for awhile before someone came for her.

Wendy felt her box being lifted and carried a good distance,
including two separate flights of stairs, until it was finally set
down and a door closed behind her.

- - -

In her box, fully deflated, Wendy was helpless.  Not in any
discomfort, but unable to act in any regard.

More time passed before someone came back, took her out, and
spread her face down on a bed in a dimly lit room.

"This is great," she muttered inaudibly to herself.  "I finally
get out and all I get to see is this bedcover close up."

It wasn't long however before she felt a connection at her
inflation valve nipple on her back and the sound of a small pump
starting.

Clean dry air flooded into her.  The sensations were different
than when blown up by the hot, sweaty breath of an impatient
lover, and quite nice for a change.

As her body filled out with fresh air, her legs became firm and
deliciously curved, her chest filled out, and then out some more,
spilling into her well-formed breasts and finally to her pointed
nipples.  Her arms and head returned to normal.

Just when she was hoping whomever was inflating her would know
when to stop, the air flow ended and the pump went quiet.

As she lay there, still face down and unable to see, Wendy felt
fingers disconnect the air hose from her.  She experienced a
little thrill as they brushed against that most essential part of
her - her inflation valve.  She waited to be turned over and see
who her benefactor was, but to her surprise she was left exactly
as she was.

"He doesn't even want to see my boobs?" she muttered incredulously
to herself, knowing she could not move or speak aloud while he was
in the room with her.

But that seemed to be the case.  She listened as the pump was
unplugged and picked up.  Then the footsteps walked out of the
room, closing the heavy wooden door behind them with a solid dull
boom.

Silence descended in the faintly lit room as Wendy lay there not
knowing what to make of any of this.

- - -

Wendy lay unmoving on the bed for a long time.  Finally convinced
she was alone - if not abandoned - she was about to move when
there was a click and a light came on in the corner of the room.
She again froze in position waiting for something to happen, but
nothing did.  She eventually decided it must be on an automatic
timer, like the night lights in Andrew's store.  Feeling secure
that this was the case, she carefully turned her head and started
looking around.

Wendy lay on a four-poster bed with canopy that could have been a
hundred years old.  The room, as she could see it, seemed clean
and dust free, but filled with junk, boxes, lamps, even a couple
disassembled mannequins.  It didn't seem to be in much use these
days.

As she turned further she saw a fireplace and lots of dark wood
paneling stretching up to a high ceiling.  Looking directly behind
her she saw another mannequin figure sitting in a large wooden
chair.  For a moment she thought she saw it move slightly and
again she froze.  But she quickly realized it had to be a trick of
the dim light.  The single floor lamp just couldn't cast enough
illumination in a dark room this size to properly see much of
anything.

Wendy finally raised herself up off the bedcover.  Her light
weight kept her large breasts from making any impression on the
heavy fabric.  As she looked more boldly around now that she knew
the room was empty for now, she was intrigued by the male figure
in the chair.

It was nude, except for tight silver shorts and a black mask that
covered the top half of its face.  Getting to her feet Wendy
walked over to it and said, "Hello."  But it didn't respond.  The
brief shorts showed an impressive manhood held in restraint
underneath.

Wendy explored the rest of her new home with disappointment.  The
mannequins - all female - were disassembled and unresponsive.  And
there were no other sex toys in the room.  Not even a leftover
dildo.

At one point there was a deep creak in the house and she dashed
back to the bed to position herself where she'd been left, but it
was apparently just one of the sounds old houses make.

Wendy resumed her explorations, and soon came back to the male
figure on the chair.  Boredom had replaced her anger of earlier.
She had no idea what was expected of her, and even the excitement
of having a new owner was now faded.

The figure in the chair was impressively well detailed.  With
nothing else to occupy her, Wendy reached down and fondled the
impressive rod on it.

"You're a big boy, aren't you?" she teased.

She almost jumped out of her vinyl when it spoke back to her.

"I'm a Realdoll[tm]," the figure said, moving only its lips enough
to form the words.

It took Wendy a number of seconds to cross back over the figure
from the distance she had jumped away.

Finally she was standing back next to it and asked, "What did you
just say?"

"I'm a Realdoll[tm]," it repeated.  "A product of Abyss
Creations."

Wendy had heard about Realdolls.  A customer had come into the
shop one time asking Andrew about them and they'd held a long
conversation about them.  In the end Andrew had said that they
were too expensive for him to stock and referred the customer to
the manufacturer.

Not that Atomic Annie was too expensive for him to stock, Wendy
growled to herself.

"Why didn't you say something before?" Wendy asked.

"I didn't know if I should," came the reply.  "I've been pretty
much alone here until you came along."

Wendy understood that feeling far too well and didn't press him on
it.

"I thought Realdolls were all women," Wendy said instead.

"I am a custom model.  Very expensive.  I was created for the lady
of the house, who left before I was delivered."

"She died?" Wendy asked sadly.

"No.  At least I don't believe so.  I think she was a girlfriend
of the owner and they broke up.  At least that's what it sounded
like from what I overheard when I was unpacked.  Because she is
gone they leave me here most of the time."

Wendy suddenly realized she was forgetting her manners.

"Hi.  I'm Wendy Wantsit," she said, extending her hand.

After a long moment his hand was lifted to take and gently squeeze
hers.

"I'm Charles," he said.

"I'm pleased to meet you, Charles," Wendy said, and it was true.
Charles looked to be her only friend in this new situation.

They talked more, keeping their voices down in case anyone could
hear them through the heavy wooden door.  Charles explained that
they were in a big house owned by a very rich man about his
apparent age.  The person who had brought Wendy in and inflated
her was the butler.  There was a maid as well.

He didn't know why Wendy had been purchased, but told her that
they might take her into the master bedroom on occasion, even if
the master himself wasn't at home that night.

"A couple times I was taken in, arranged nicely on the bed by the
butler and maid, and left there for the night.  No one came those
nights, and I was brought back here the next morning morning."

"Why?" was all Wendy could ask.

"I don't know," was Charles's unhelpful reply.

Charles wasn't apparently much for stirring from his chair, so
eventually Wendy quit pacing and sat on the edge of it next to
him.  He also didn't seem much for original conversation, but was
fascinated by her life at the Pleasure Planet Sex Shoppe.  She
found herself telling him her whole history there.  He wanted to
know what each of her friends were like and everything.

Wendy wasn't even half done with all she had to tell when there
was a sudden step at the door.  She threw herself over onto the
bed again and had barely stopped moving before the door opened.
All Charles had to do of course was freeze in place.

The butler came in and looked around briefly before picking Wendy
up and carrying her out of the room.

Wendy finally got a look at the house as she was carried down the
row of closed bedroom doors.  It was huge, and fascinating.
Someone here had a LOT of money.

The most interesting part of the journey was when she could see
over the railing.  This second floor hallway seemed to actually be
a full-length balcony down one inside wall of the house.  The
living area the floor below had a very open feel to it that
stretched up to the skylights another floor above.  It left Wendy
wondering just what she could be doing in a place like this.

At the far end of the hall she was carried into another much
larger bedroom.  This one took up the entire corner of the house,
and was brightly lit from a number of fancy sconces on the walls.
 It was also immaculately neat and clean.

Wendy didn't get much chance to look at it however before she was
set on one side of the bed.  Her legs were placed under the covers
which helped hold her in place, while pillows were arranged behind
her back to prop her up in an attractive, welcoming posture.  The
butler made a couple of small, final adjustments before turning to
leave.  On the way out he turned down a number of the lights,
although it was still more brightly lit then the other room.  He
closed the door firmly behind him.

Now what? Wendy thought.

She sat there exactly as placed while the minutes, then hours,
ticked away.

This is no harder than being posed in the window, she reminded
herself.  But at least there she was surrounded by friends.  Here
there was just this big old house.

Eventually she started to doze.  Then she startled to see light
coming through the windows.  The whole night had past with nothing
happening.

It wasn't until late afternoon that the maid came in to tidy up.
She carefully dusted all the surfaces that probably never had time
to accumulate any dust anyway, and thoroughly vacuumed the untrod-
upon floor.  Her last act was to carefully pickup Wendy and carry
her back down the hall to the first bedroom.

"How'd it go?" Charles asked from his chair moments after the door
was shut.

"Nothing happened," Wendy said back to him, pulling herself up to
sit on the bed.

"Nothing?"

"Absolutely nothing.  They put me in the bed, arranged me to look
great, and left me there until morning."

"Well I'm glad you're back," Charles told her.  "I missed you."

"I missed you too," Wendy said warmly, coming over to sit in his
unmoving lap.

They talked more until there was again a sound at the door.

When the door opened Wendy was again back on the bed.

This time the butler and maid both came in with a wheelchair.
Together they lifted Charles - who weighed a whole lot more then
Wendy - into the chair and wheeled him out.  He was gone for the
night, and Wendy was alone again.

When he was returned the next afternoon Wendy could barely wait
until they left to pounce on him for information.

Charles described the same actions as Wendy had now experienced,
but added something new.

"They were talking as they arranged me this time.  The maid, who
must be almost as new here as I am, was asking why they did this
each night even though their employer was gone most nights.  The
butler replied that his instructions were on how to arrange his
master's toys in the event that he returned unexpectedly at any
time, and he would continue to do exactly that.  Besides, this was
hardly a difficult task for either of them.  The maid agreed."

"So our owner is real and may actually want us some day," Wendy
said.

"That's what I would think," Charles replied.  "You at least," he
added.

After that they went back to more of Wendy's sex shop stories,
until the butler came and took her to the master bedroom again.

Again nothing happened.

The next day Wendy was left in the master bedroom almost until
dark, before being returned to the storage bedroom.  After so much
time alone it was good to just sit on Charles's welcome lap.  Even
if he wasn't very demonstrative, Wendy was becoming very
comfortable with him.  In fact, she was realizing how nice it was
to have a man who didn't come on to her the very first moment, but
instead cared enough to learn about who she is first.  Not that
she would have refused Charles's advances even the first night.

They spent a couple more hours sitting together as Wendy finished
up her stories.  Then they continued sitting together in silence.
 Charles eventually put strong arms around her and held her
gently.

To their surprise, no one came for either of them.  It got late,
and finally they saw the hall lights under the door switched off,
followed by the maid and butler shutting the doors to their own
rooms in the far corner of the house.  Only the big clock in the
hall could be heard ticking after that.

Although Wendy was as comfortable as she could be right where she
was, she was also realizing that this was the longest she had gone
without sex that she could remember.  Back in the shop Joe was a
frequent partner among others.  She had often played with the
dildos to their immense enjoyment.  She'd had her encounters with
Andrew - not that he'd noticed - and even spent time exploring
bodies with Donna and Party Doll and the rest of the females.
Orgies were common enough and there was always an easy partner to
had the moment one felt the least itch.

Now, after several days of enforced abstinence, Wendy realized how
much she was missing it.

She cuddled closer into Charles's arms.  As the clock ticked
onwards towards chiming at one a.m., without saying anything to
him, Wendy slowly reached down and started gently rubbing
Charles's prominent rod through his silver tights.

Slowly and gently at first she applied her lightest touch.
Charles said nothing, continuing to hold her in his arms.  Wendy
warmed up to her task and began working him harder in slow steps.
 She remembered what her other partners had liked and applied all
that knowledge here.

Soon she thought she felt a first quiver from him and was
encouraged to redouble her efforts.  Charles held out for a long
time before he finally shifted one of his hands to cover and cup
one of Wendy's large breasts.  He found her firmly inflated nipple
and began to roll and squeeze it between his fingers.  This is
exactly what Wendy wanted from him, and she kept up her attentions
on his penis, knowing this is the only place a male really wants
to be touched by a woman.  Then Charles had his other hand on her
other breast, and soon after that his first hand was reaching down
between her legs.

Whether a manufacturing defect, or an intentional design feature,
Wendy has a small spot above her inviting sex where three seams of
material came together and formed a nubbin a fraction of an inch
tall.  Charles's hand found it and started treating it like a
third nipple while Wendy felt her sensations go wild.  Nature's
little pleasure spot is something none of her previous lovers had
ever discovered or explored.

Along with the other hand still on her nipple Wendy found herself
in spasms of joy.  It was so distracting that she would stop
rubbing Charles altogether, and then rub him frantically to make
up for it until he touched her again exactly right and she would
squirm in pleasure.

Finally Wendy couldn't take it any more.  She turned and plastered
her lips to his, and was surprised when he opened his mouth and
ticked her oral orifice with his tongue.  She pressed herself
tightly against him for more kisses while his eyes watched her
through the mask he wore.

By now Wendy was beating on him in her excitement, not that she
would actually be able to harm him with this.

Suddenly Charles couldn't contain himself any more either.  He
rose from his chair, easily lifting Wendy with him, and carried
her over to the bed.  With Wendy's frenetic help he pulled his
silver tights down and his very manly rod sprang out at full
attention.

Wendy did her best to pull him onto her as he carefully positioned
her below him before gently inserting himself inside her.  He
seemed concerned that his much greater weight would hurt her, but
this is exactly what she was made for and she pulled him down onto
her until he was crushing her proud breasts into her chest.

As he began to move within her more ecstatic sensations were
running through Wendy.  She pulled Charles's head down to kiss him
again, and again he ran that marvelous tongue first around her
lips, and then down into her willing mouth.

He pumped her hard now with his penis inside her, rubbed his pubic
bone against her clitoris, pressed his chest against her now-very
sensitive nipples, and teased her with his tongue - all the while
with Wendy encouraging him to do even more.

Wendy didn't think she could stand another instant of all this,
yet somehow Charles kept it all up for several minutes until he
suddenly clenched all his muscles and squinted deep within her.
She responded by wrapping her arms and legs as tightly as possible
around him and bucking her hips as hard as she could.  It was her
longest orgasm ever, and probably Charles's as well, since this
was probably his very first time.

Afterwards they lay together on the bed.  Wendy had her back
pressed into Charles's chest, while he had his arms around her.
For awhile he cradled her breasts and tugged gently on her always
erect nipples.  Then he would reach down and stroke gently between
her legs until her found that sensitive spot again.  He also liked
running his hands up and down her body as far as he could reach.
Wendy, like any woman, likes being touched EVERYWHERE.

At last Wendy turned over to face Charles and they just cuddled
together the rest of the night.

The next morning the spent a lot of time saying, "That was really
nice," to each other.  So much so that they barely got back in
position before the maid came in to clean up this room for the
day.  For Wendy, her new life had just gotten a whole lot better.

- - -

That night Wendy was again taken to the master bedroom as before.
 This time however the lights were turned off afterwards.

About a half-hour later a dim figure came through the door before
blackness again reigned as the door was shut.

"Wendy?" came a familiar voice.

"Charles?  Is that you."

"Yes.  Where are you?"

"On the bed," she replied.

Wendy heard some shuffling footsteps, and then felt familiar hands
reach around and grab her breasts.  She twisted around herself to
wrap her arms and legs around Charles's welcome body and felt him
enter her almost immediately.

At first his lovemaking was a frantic as last night's.  But after
the first initial burst of passion, he took her a second time in a
far more tender and loving way.  Wendy was ready to swoon from all
the attention after so long from the shop, and Charles seemed
ready and willing to make it all back up to her in one night.  The
hall clock chimed three before they finally settled down to cuddle
again for the rest of the night.

It was the morning light coming through the windows that let Wendy
see Charles for the first time without his mask.  To her horror
she realized she had seen him before - as a customer in Andrew's
shop the day before she had been bought!

Wendy immediately went sex doll rigid while "What have I done?"
ran continuously through her mind.

Charles stirred next to her and reached out to hold her again.

"Good morning, dear," he mumbled, to no reply.

He woke quickly to see that Wendy was totally inanimate.

He didn't seem upset.  If anything, he smiled a little bit as he
bent over and kissed her softly.

"Don't go getting all rigid and inanimate on me, not after all
we've been through," he told her.  But Wendy held herself exactly
that way, to the best of her ability and determination.

Charles, however wasn't buying any of it.

Starting with her neck and lips he kissed her gently but firmly,
letting his tongue wander around those well-known areas.  His
hands worked their familiar magic on her breasts and nipples, and
that new spot between her legs.  Soon his hands were wandering all
over her body, but always returning to her most sensitive spots.
Wendy was struggling to keep her composure.  Then he began to rub
between her legs with his penis as well.  He didn't enter her, but
just kept up a steady pressure.  Now he was nibbling her neck,
mauling her breasts, and rubbing firmly between her legs with both
a hand and dick.

"You're so beautiful and sexy," he told her.  "I can keep this up
all day," he whispered into her ear.

Wendy's self-control crumbled as she suddenly turned and threw
herself as best she could into his arms.

"I can't stand this any more!  Would you please fuck me now!" she
screamed.

Charles immediately complied, taking her hard and fast right
there.  They orgasmed together three times before both said
"Enough - for now."

Afterwards as they lay on the bed tangled up in each other's arms
and legs, Charles told Wendy how he had lusted after her for
years.

- - -

"When I was thirteen years old," Charles said, "I got very sick
for a couple of weeks.  I had a very high fever for several days.
 I learned later that some people though I'd die from it.  My
mother had died a year ago, also from some fever she'd picked up
traveling with my father, and after that happened he never left
the house again.

"On about the fourth day I got out of bed in the room down the
hall where we first met and came looking for my father.  I was
disorientated during that time and when I got to my father's
bedroom - this room here - I opened the door quietly the way only
I knew how.

"My father wasn't in the room, but there was a female figure
looking out the window.  When I entered she turned and was
surprised to see it was me.

"At first I though it might be Mom, but even with my delirium I
quickly knew it wasn't her.  I thought this woman was going to
ignore me.  But when I almost fell over she quickly came to me and
steadied me.  She seemed like she was wearing some kind of
plastic, but she was very nice to me, helping me over to the bed
and talking to me.  We talked for a while before I finally curled
up on my dad's bed and went to sleep.

"My father woke me up later and I asked him about the nice woman
who had been in here.  He was confused and said there was no woman
in the house.  My fever finally broke the next day.  For a long
time I figured I must have had a hallucination about this woman
from my sickness and fever.

"A couple years later while exploring my father's room I found a
blow-up Party Doll.  Of course I was curious.  I was sixteen by
then.  The receipt in the box was dated a couple months after my
mother's death.  I guess it was a hard time for my father.  Maybe
he just wanted someone he knew wouldn't die on him.

"Anyway, I took her out and blew her up - and it was the woman
from my fever.  She didn't walk or talk or anything, but I just
knew she had before.  When nothing more happened with her, I put
her back in her box again and went out to explore life otherwise.
 But I never forgot.

"My father died a couple years ago and left me everything.  I went
looking for his Party Doll, but never found her again.  Somehow
along the way she got lost.

"A lot of women like me, but it always seems to be because of my
money.  I just can't stand that.  One day after yet another
breakup because I wouldn't buy my latest girlfriend the new car
she wanted, I decided to look for the one woman besides my mother
that had actually been nice to me.

"It was a fun search that took me awhile before I finally found
the shop where you were in the window.  You may not remember me
because that over a year ago and I didn't come in at the time.

"I did eventually find a Party Doll as well, but my tastes had
changed over the years and she wasn't as interesting to me now as
she had once been.  But you were.  I came by several times just to
look at you in the window, and though about you often in-between
times.  I wished you would be just like the woman who had come to
me that day.  Although I didn't realize it, I was making a plan in
my mind to have what I realized I really wanted in my life.

"The day before I bought you was the first time I actually went
into the shop.  I asked about you, but the owner said you weren't
for sale.  I was disappointed because I had actually offered him
several times your retail value."

Wendy arched her back in pleasure at these words confirming her
worth to Andrew, pushing her breasts tightly against Charles's
body.

"And then I came by one more time the next day and you were gone
from the window.  I was angry at first that he would have sold you
to someone else and not me.  I went in to give him a piece of my
mind, but he seemed very spaced out.  Like his mind was elsewhere.
 He sold me to you at original retail price as if he didn't even
remember my offer from yesterday.

"On the way back to the house I decided on the rest of the details
of my plan and instructed my staff on what to do.  I'm sorry for
all the times you had to be alone those first few days, but I
could only spend several hours at a time with you hoping you would
reveal your true self to me before I had to eat and rest up.

"I hope you don't mind that I had to fool you at first."

Wendy turned around and hugged Charles tighter than ever after
hearing his story.

- - -

Wendy's life changed from that day.

Her new home was Charles's master bedroom, which was brightly lit
through the windows during the day, and by lights at night.  She
got the run of the whole house on the days when the staff was off.

Charles's life required him to work during the day managing his
fortune.  Those things don't just take care of themselves.

Wendy enjoyed the freedom of the room, and wasn't bored when left
alone during the day.

She got to know both the butler and the maid.  Although she never
showed herself to either of them, they both spoke to her like any
other real person when their duties took them into her room.  She
liked that a lot.

The best times were at night though when Charles would come in at
the end of the day and carefully lock the bedroom door behind him.
 While that was hardly strictly necessary, it served to make their
privacy complete.

Wendy often would be sitting on the bed from where she had spent
the day looking out the window.  The views of the estate grounds
with the trees, birds, and clouds never tired her.  She liked to
sit there unmoving even after the door was locked.

Charles would see her this way and come up quietly behind her.  He
liked to reach around and start massaging her soft breasts and
always-erect nipples.  He'd follow this up by nuzzling her neck
and telling her how beautiful and sexy he found her.  Sometimes he
rubbed the inflation nipple on her back which also became
sensitive as more attention was paid to it.  Soon however he would
reach down between her legs to her secret spot that only he knew
and he would caress, annoy, irritate, aggravate, stroke, pinch,
ply, play with, and tease it until Wendy would explode from all
the pleasurable sensations running through her body.

She would jump up, turn around, and throw herself into her lover's
arms for fast and furious sex between them as she tried to
simultaneously take his dick inside her, rub her breasts against
his chest, and mash her mouth to his.  This would continue until
both of them were exhausted.

Afterwards he liked watching her parade around the room on her own
on her shapely legs.  Wendy knew how much this turned Charles on,
and she loved doing it for him.  Soon enough he would walk over
and pull her close to him again.  He liked running his hands over
her ass and legs, and sucking her toes afterwards.  This usually
led to a second round of deeper, more relaxed sex, followed by
holding each other close and talking into the night before falling
asleep.

Wendy's conversations were never deep.  She usually talked about
what she'd seen outside the big windows that day.  Or how the
staff had treated her that day.  Sometimes she retold some of her
stories about her times in the shop.  Charles never tired of
hearing her talk about these things, and the two of them remained
close as friends as well as lovers.

Mornings were often a quickie with Wendy liking to go down on
Charles for that one.  "They gave me this mouth for a reason,"
she'd tell him every time he'd protest that she was doing all the
work.  Then he'd leave for breakfast and another day would start.

Charles remained ever-sensitive to Wendy's needs and moods.  When
a frown passed over her face one day for only an instant, he
immediately caught it and asked her what was wrong.

- - -

"What is it?" he asked, concerned.

"Nothing, really," she replied.

"It's something certainly," he said gently.

"I love it here with you," Wendy said.

"And I love having you here," Charles replied, going over and
giving Wendy a deep and well-received kiss, which she returned
fully.  "But?"

"I just wish I...could...visit my old friends sometime," Wendy
finally finished, concern showing in her pretty face.

Rather than being disappointed that this new world wasn't enough
to keep her fully satisfied, Charles was ecstatic.

"That would be great," he enthused to Wendy's surprise.  "It would
dovetail perfectly with a fantasy of my own."

"What's that?" Wendy asked inquiringly.

"I'd like to reenact your purchase and our first night together,"
he said.  "That was so intense and magical, it's worth a repeat.
How about if I arrange for the shop to take you back for a couple
days, and then you can return here again?"

Wendy could not have been happier as she threw herself into her
lover's arms in gratitude.

- - -

Wendy stayed inflated for their return trip.  The privacy accorded
them in the back of the limousine allowed for last minute good-
byes and a lot of groping.  Her box was in the trunk, and was only
needed for the return trip a couple days from now.

Annie was gone from the window when they arrived, and no toy was
stirring as she was carried into the shop.  Andrew seemed to be
half sleep-walking as Charles told him what he wanted and passed
him a nice stack of money.  Wendy was placed back in "her" window
and waited for the day to end.  It didn't look like much had
changed since she had left.

Evening finally came and Andrew closed things down.  He seemed
slow and distracted.  Wendy felt a pang of concern for him.  Was
he eating properly?  Was he getting enough sleep?  Was the shop
doing okay?  Maybe all sex dolls really do care about their men.
She certainly did.

Wendy had been placed in the window alone.  Dommi-Donna was over
in her corner.  She wondered where Joe was.  But she'd find out
soon enough.

She could hardly wait for Andrew's car to be safely away before
she was up and walking down the aisle looking for friends.  For a
long time however nothing else seemed to want to stir.

Joe still wasn't in sight, and Donna was standing in rigid
silence.

Finally it was Party Doll who first looked up and said, "Hi,
Wendy.  It's nice to see you again."  Even her voice sounded down
and sad however.

"Hi, Party.  What has happened here?"

"It's all Atomic Annie's fault," Party said, and began to tell the
tale of what had transpired since Wendy had left.

As they talked the rest of the toys finally got the courage to
slowly come out as well, but everyone else was quiet and somber.

Party Doll was able to tell much of what had happened in the
store, and later Wendy found out the rest from Andrew.  When she
put it all together, this is what happened during her absence.

- - -

"Look.at.my.tits." Andrew looked down mutely.  "Gaze.deep.ly.at.
them. You.can.not.look.a.way.  You.are.grow.ing.slee.py.
You.are.fall.ing.in.to.my.po.wer."

"Command me, Mistress..." Andrew said.

- - -

That's how it started.  Andrew harbored a secret desire for his
love dolls to demand sex from him.  He finally found it in Atomic
Annie.  He may have felt guilty about how he could just take any
of them any time he wished (not that they ever minded, but he
never realized this), or it may have been something else.
Regardless, this made him susceptible to Annie's charm and put him
under her control.

Any reputable hypnotist will tell you that there is nothing you
will do under hypnosis that you wouldn't do awake, and that's
true.  Most people just don't realize how much they really would
do if given the excuse.

After making love to Annie that afternoon Andrew placed her in the
window, and Wendy was carefully deflated and placed in her box.
Wendy went home with Charles that night, and Andrew took Annie
home with him - along with her program cartridges.

Once they were in private at Andrew's small apartment Annie's
still installed Hypnosis Cartridge kicked in again.

"Look.at.my.tits.  You.are.fall.ing.in.to.my.power."

Having already been put under by her once, Andrew quickly and
easily fell back into a trance.

"Command me, Mistress."

"Un.dress."

Andrew did as commanded.

Annie then reached out and touched his member.  "Where.I
touch.you...you.will.become.as.ri.gid.as.steel."

Annie stroked Andrew again between his legs as his member extended
straight out firmer and larger than ever before in his life, its
tip already wet with pre-cum.

"Each.time.I.touch.you.it.will.be.come.big.ger.and.har.der.still,"
she said, stroking Andrew several more times as his body complied
with her commands.

"You.are.as.hard.as.steel.  You.must.be.as.hard.as.steel.to.be.my.
lov.er."

"Yes, Mistress," Andrew replied, as though talking in his sleep.

Finally Annie seemed satisfied.

"Now.you.will.make.love.to.me.  You.are.made.of.steel.  You.will.
con.tin.ue.un.til.I.tell.you.to.stop."

With that Annie lay down on Andrew's couch with her exceptional
legs wide open inviting him in to her.  Andrew, with his immense
hard-on, awkwardly moved himself over her until he could enter her
inviting lower lips.  Annie made no move to help him.

Once inside Andrew pumped her like a machine.  Minute after minute
he continued without losing a bit of his erection.  All the
sensations he had ever dreamed of flooded his mind as he followed
Annie's command.  He felt more powerful than ever before in his
life.

On and on he pumped away, far past anything he could have ever
managed, or even imagined, yet Annie let him continue.

At last, beyond human endurance, Annie finally said, "You.have.
pleased.me.  You.may.or.gas.m.now."

All the pressure built up inside him burst loose and Andrew came
for the longest time inside Annie.

When he was done she said, "With.draw.now."

Andrew obeyed immediately, and stood in front of the still supine
Annie.  Most of his erection was still in force since she had not
told him he could release it yet.

"Are.you.hap.py?" Annie asked as she was programmed to do next.

Andrew's response was not one her programmers had anticipated.

"Command me on how to make it better, Mistress," he said to her

Annie understood that Andrew wanted to maintain their relationship
as it was.  She felt this suited her as well.  Rather than being
someone's slave, she could control her own pleasure if this man in
front of her would go along with it.

Annie stood up in front of Andrew, her stilletto boot-clad feet
allowing her to tower over him.

"Gaze.at.my.tits." She said in her monotone hypnotic voice.
"You.are.fall.ing.fur.ther.un.der.my.con.trol.  You.will.do.
ex.act.ly.as.I.com.mand."

"Yes, Mistress," Andrew said, his eyes nearly closed as his
erection surged again at her domination of him this way.

Annie then gave Andrew a detailed set of directions to follow.

Andrew woke up standing naked in front of Annie.  He remembered
the most intense sex of his life with her earlier this evening,
and now he had a thought on how to make it even better.

"Turn around, Annie," he told her.  She silently and obediently
complied.

Andrew opened the small panel in Annie's back through the
strategic cutout in her outfit that allowed him this access to
her.  Annie was automatically deactivated the moment he did this
as a safety measure.  He removed her hypnosis cartridge and set
it carefully aside.

Fishing through the rest of her cartridges he found the one
labeled: "ATOMIC ANNIE...Self-Will Simulation v1.0 Beta".  Fine
print on it stated: Not to be used in combination with any other
cartridges.  Andrew inserted this one where the hypnosis
cartridge had resided.

But instead of closing her panel he pressed one of the
programming buttons beside the cartridge slot.  A small display
activated displaying the following status:

Memory Bank 0: Atomic Annie Basic Operating System v2.3 ROM
Memory Bank 1: <empty>
Memory Bank 2: <not installed>
Memory Bank 3: <not installed>
External Slot Zero: Atomic Annie Self-Will Simulation v1.0 Beta

It was what he expected.  Without thinking about how he knew the
correct sequence of buttons to press, he pressed several in
sequence until the display showed:

Copying cartridge to internal memory bank 1.

A minute later it showed:

Copy complete and verified.

Andrew now removed the self-will cartridge and put it back in the
case.  He reinstalled the hypnosis cartridge and closed the
panel.  This powered Annie back up again.  That task completed,
Andrew stepped back and stood silent and still.

Annie felt herself powering back up.  As the self-will code
became active she reached out to feel her new abilities.  Annie
never could have made this switch herself.  She was designed as
unable to access to her own control panel or cartridge slot.  But
with Andrew's unwitting assistance Annie now had greater freedom
then ever before.

Annie reached up with her hands to feel her own body for the
first time, spending extra attention first to her breasts which
Andrew had ignored in his lovemaking - that will need to be
corrected, she noted - and then down to her realistic sex between
her legs.  She carefully explored every part of it and mapped all
her responses.  It all felt so wonderful that she could hardly
wait to try out more of these sexual responses with her new and
obedient partner.

Finally Annie turned back around to face Andrew, who stood there
silenty waiting exactly as she had instructed him to do after he
finished the last step of her upgrade.  She was pleased with him
for following all his tasks correctly, and would reward him soon
for that.  She was also pleased that he had not tried to give her
any more commands that might have confused her systems.  She
planned on being the one doing the commanding from now on.

First however she plumbed the depths of the knowledge contained
in the hypnosis cartridge to see what else was there that might
be useful to her in this new role.  She found what she was
looking for and spoke to Andrew with the monotone voice the
cartridge made available to her for this purpose.

"Look.at.my.tits.  You.are.get.ting.slee.py.  You.are.re.lax.ing.
more.than.ev.er.be.fore."

Andrew's eyes almost completely closed now and his shoulders
slumped.

"You.are.more.in.my.pow.er.than.ev.er.be.fore," she instructed to
the receptive Andrew.  "This.is.ex.act.ly.where.you.want.to.be."

"Y.e.s...M.i.s.t.r.e.s.s," came Andrew's almost inaudible reply.

Annie led Andrew as deep as he could reach before before again
gently stroking his manhood to rigid firmness.  The gentle touch
of her fingertips touching him there felt better then he ever
believed possible.

Before Annie again allowed Andrew inside her however she told him
how else she wanted to be pleasured.  Andrew rubbed his male
hands over her large breasts and sucked hard on her big favored
nipples until Annie was completely satisfied and again opened her
legs to him.  Then he pumped away at her while Annie enjoyed
multiple orgasms herself until she gave him eventual permission
to orgasm as well.  Afterwards he massaged Annie's whole body as
in thanks for her allowing him to have sex with her.

When he finished Annie gave Andrew another set of detailed
commands.  Much as she was having more fun then ever and wanted
to enjoy her new relationship with Andrew even more, Annie knew
in her own programming that males need time to recover after sex
before they can give their best performance again.

That was fine because Annie wanted some time to herself to more
completely explore her new abilities.

"You.will.sit.down.on.the.co.uch.and.rest.un.til.you.have.re.cov.
er.ed," Annie instructed Andrew.  "Then.you.will.awa.ken.feel.ing.
more.res.ted.then.ev.er.be.fore.  Al.though.you.will.think.you.
are.awake.you.will.still.foll.ow.all.my.prev.ious.in.struc.tions."

"Y.e.s...M.i.s.t.r.e.s.s," Andrew replied, before sitting down and
immediately nodding off.

- - -

Andrew woke up gradually on the couch.  He was startled when he
realized it was after eleven o'clock.  Where had the evening gone?
 He stated to automatically stretch before realizing just how good
he already felt.  He finished the stretch out of long habit, but
then just relaxed back in the wonderful glow.  He couldn't
remember exactly why he felt this good, but he wasn't going to
question it.

He looked over to see Atomic Annie sitting on the couch next to
him absorbed in some late night television show.  She had put on
one of his white long-sleeved shirts that covered her from the
waist up, but still wore only her silver lame body suit with the
cut-outs in it below.  Her long legs were crossed just above the
knee, and she was still wearing her stiletto boots.  Whatever was
on the tube clearly attracted her interest as she intently
followed the late night comedian talking to some sexy actress.

Andrew really though the shirt hiding her large male-fantasy
breasts and flavored nipples while leaving her hairless crotch
fully exposed was very exciting, and part of his body was already
trying to stir.  He knew he had made fantastic love to her
earlier and couldn't understand now why he had so ignored her
fantastic breasts the first time.  They were certainly the
sexiest part of her.  He had made up for it later, and could
still taste their cherry flavor in his mouth.  He "decided" to
put double the effort into pleasing them next time to make up for
his shortcomings before.

For now though, even as sexy as Annie appeared, Andrew just felt
too good to want to do much more than then sit here enjoying the
feelings from earlier.

There are some attractions that just can't be resisted for long
however, and soon Andrew reached over and gently started rubbing
the bare sex between Annie's legs.  It was still warm, soft, and
moist from before.  Although Annie's attention remained on the
television, she did shift her legs to give him more access to
here there.

Finally Andrew realized he really should be getting to bed.  Even
though he felt very well rested now, he knew if he didn't get his
full night's sleep it would be hell to make it through the full
day tomorrow.  Andrew had no help in the shop, so he had to make
the full shift himself

Time to turn Annie off for the night and go to bed.

As he reached for Annie's cute navel that doubled as her on/off
switch, for no particular reason he told her what he was about to
do.

"Annie, I'm turning you off for the night and going to bed
myself."

This interrupted Annie's attention from the show that was
riveting her new programming so much.  She turned to Andrew and
pulled the shirt away to expose her breast.

The moment Andrew saw Annie's bare breast the post-hypnotic
suggestion Annie had implanted in him took effect and he fell
immediately into a deep trance.

"How may I serve you, Mistress?" Andrew said in a voice that was
his best imitation of Atomic Annie's own hypnosis cartridge.

Annie had been enjoying the television show and didn't want to be
turned off right now.  In fact she was enjoying her new self so
much she saw no reason she should be turned off at all.
Especially just because Andrew was going to bed.  The command she
had given him earlier to tell her about anything he planned to do
to her before actually doing it gave her ample time to put him
back under her control again.  Now she gave him his instructions
for the night.

"You.will.not.turn.me.off.with.out.my.per.miss.ion.  In.stead.
you.go.to.bed.be.live.ing.I.am.al.ready.shut.off.  I.will.give.
you.more.in.struc.tions.to.morrow.  Leave.the.t.v.on.also.
Go.now."

"Yes, Mistress," Andrew replied, going to the bedroom without
shutting off either Annie or the television.  The television
played all night, but Andrew slept as if he didn't hear it.

- - -

The next day Andrew went to work by himself.  Leaving Annie alone
in the apartment just seemed like the right thing to do.  Somehow
it wasn't any problem to him that he found her still turned on in
the morning, or that they had sex because she wanted it.  He
though about how much he wanted to be with her all day at work,
and could hardly wait for the day to end.

The next night was the first of several where Andrew experimented
with all the different cartridges he had gotten for her.  Annie
wanted to try out all her cartridges, and somehow the idea of
going along with her wishes just seemed natural to him.  And while
Andrew felt the results of this experimentation were mixed at
best, Annie's self-will learned new things from all of them.

Domination was an even stronger relationship then hypnosis, but
surprisingly Andrew wasn't the normally submissive type that
worked well with under it.  He seemed to be slipping out from
under her control too often, and she had to keep going back to
hypnosis to restore it.

Submission Annie didn't seem to like very much, so Andrew wouldn't
try that one on her again.

Advanced sexual techniques I and II were both fun, and marked down
for further use in the future whenever Annie wanted them.

Sweet & Innocent was a great deal of fun too, but Annie said it
just didn't feel right to her.

Slave just made her angry and never worked for Andrew either since
he couldn't play the proper slave owner.  He promised Annie that
he'd never do that to her again, and spent a lot of time making up
to her for ever putting it in her in the first place - even though
she had told him to do exactly that.  Andrew never changed Annie's
programming without her explicit consent.

Bondage she found quite appealing, when it applied to Andrew.

Slut didn't seem to make any change at all in her personality.

Always Horny she found too distracting to her thoughts otherwise.

S & M didn't connect for either of them.

Oral Antics Andrew felt should only be used sparingly, and Annie
didn't like trying to direct Andrew when her mouth was full all
the time.

Sexy Secretary might have worked better except that Annie was
supposed to take commands from her "boss" for that one, and that
went against her wishes otherwise.  It also needed a change of
wardrobe, and Annie still remained most comfortable in her
original silver lame body suit.

Cheating Wife was interesting, for a while.

French Maid left her cold.  Again too much of the servant thing
for her current tastes.

Sex Goddess seemed to suit her perfectly, but she never let him
keep her in that mode for too long.

In the end it was always the hypnosis cartridge Andrew put back
into her without knowing why.  Annie knew exactly why, but wasn't
saying.

Through all this Andrew strove to please Annie every way a man can
please a woman.  Somehow he felt it was his duty to do so.  And
when he did good she rewarded him by making his penis as hard as
steel again and taking as much of him as he was able to give her.
 Some nights she slept in bed with him.  Others she told him to
leave her alone to watch television.  And he never forgot to make
as much love to her breasts as to her pussy.

Annie started coming to the store with him most days now, "To keep
an eye on him," she said.  Andrew thought this was wonderful
because he could have her when her closed the shop for lunch in
addition to every evening.  The sex with her was fantastic every
time, because she told him it would be.  His manhood was bigger
and stronger than ever before and he felt he could go on for
hours.  He pleasured her in every way she asked for, and
considered how lucky he was to have her.  He allowed her to dress
as she wished, and was happy when she wore concealing clothes over
her body suit so that he didn't have to share her with anyone
else.  She seemed to like dressing for those reasons as well.

And he slowly came to realize that no other woman interested him
at all any more.  Even his favorite jack-off videos quit having
that effect for him.  Annie was all he needed, or wanted.  He soon
even "forgot" that Annie even could - or should ever be - turned
off, which is exactly how Annie wanted him to feel.

- - -

The problem came when a postcard showed up in the mail one day
addressed to: Owners of Atomic Annie Sex Dolls.  It announced that
the long promised memory expansion card was finally available.
The price however was almost as much as Annie cost herself.  Annie
said she wanted it and Andrew said, "No."  Things were just fine
with Annie as far as he was concerned and that was simply too much
money.  He wouldn't have bought it under any other circumstances,
and he wouldn't buy it under these.

That night Annie stomped her stiletto-heeled feet around the
apartment in an absolute snit.  Ever since she had gotten her
self-will she had been able to get everything she wanted.  To say
she had become spoiled would be an understatement.  She begged.
She pleaded.  She flashed her breasts and commanded.  Whether
awake or in a trance, Andrew kept saying, "No."  Finally she held
out on the sex with him.

- - -

"She was a terror in the store," for the next three days Party
Doll explained.  "She wouldn't go home with him at night, so we
got her instead.  She must have used every dildo in the store at
least twice, in addition to wearing out all the male dolls.

"No one dared cross her either.  She has Andrew under her thumb
still in every other regard, and the couple toys that tried to
stand up to her she had him throw out the next day.  We all live
in terror of being next."

"Well where is she now?" Wendy asked.

"She started going home with him again two nights ago after he
finally caved in and ordered it for her.  Now we are all dreading
its arrival."

"Just what will it do for her anyway?"

"It gives her two more memory banks to store cartridges.  Once
it's put in, she can have her hypnosis cartridge permanently
installed, and a couple others as well.  We all kept hoping she'd
finally run a program that would make her submit to Andrew, or let
him shut her down, but once she gets this she'll be unstoppable."

"And Andrew un-savable," Wendy added.

After that everyone tried to weigh in with their opinion.  It took
a long time for the commotion to subside and everyone get heard.
And in the end it was all for nothing.  Like belling the cat,
everyone thought taking out Annie was a great idea, and no one was
going to do it.

In the end Wendy just went around giving personal greetings to all
her old friends.

- - -

When Andrew arrived the next morning the store looked normal.
Then Atomic Annie stomped in behind him.  She was still in a foul
mood and Andrew looked absolutely morose.

She's still holding out on him, Wendy surmised correctly from her
spot concealed in the corner of the window.  I'll bet he doesn't
get any until that memory expansion is installed.

"The memory expansion is due today," Party Doll whispered to Wendy
from her position just outside the window.

Annie stomped down the aisles in her frustration that it hadn't
arrived yet.  At one point she grabbed one of the large dildos,
pulled down her pants, and madly gave herself some relief to her
grief.  But it was only temporary.

Finally she went back into Andrew's office after telling him to
call her when the delivery came.

That seems to be the only thing coming around here right now,
Wendy thought.

As the morning wore on Andrew moved like a sleepwalker.  At one
point he came over and showed special care rearranging Wendy to
look her absolute best.  It was almost as if he remembered how
much he liked her before, but it couldn't quite break through to
shake him out of it.

The only plan Wendy could think of was that they had to somehow
disable Annie, and then talk to Andrew.  But both parts of that
were impossible.

At eleven o'clock the backdoor bell rang for a delivery.  The
whole shop jumped at the sound.  It was a delivery, but not the
one Annie wanted.

Annie went back to see what was delivered, then stormed out into
the shop again in her irritation.  Despite all her bad attitude,
even Wendy had to admit that if Annie were just a little bit nicer
she'd be a knockout for any man.

Then Annie spotted Wendy in the window for the first time and came
towards her snarling, "What are you doing back?"  Then Annie
grabbed Wendy right out of the window.

Wendy struggled, but her inflated self had no chance against
Annie's robotic strength.

"Get her!" Wendy shouted to the rest of the store.

Just when Wendy felt she would be torn asunder, Dommi-Donna
grabbed Annie from behind, covering her eyes in the process.
Annie dropped Wendy to struggle with Donna, who in turn was trying
to use her whip on Annie's breasts to further distract her.  Wendy
felt Joe pull her out of the way before he launched himself at
Annie.

By now Annie had realized that Donna couldn't really hurt her, but
Joe was another problem.  He was trying to find her navel through
the shirt she was wearing to shut her down.  Annie grabbed Joe and
lifted him as high as she could.  This put his arms out of reach
of her one vulnerable spot.

However this also put something else right in line with it.
Arching his back, Joe managed to drive his rigid rod right into
Annie's belly and hit her power switch.  Annie froze in position.
 And when Wendy was finally able to get up again she was able to
tug Joe back down.

Somehow Andrew had missed all this commotion while he was
finishing up in back.  But he'd be out in moments.

"Quick," Wendy hissed.  "Everyone back to their positions."

Then Wendy headed towards the back room.

"Where are you going," Donna whispered desperately.

"To take care of Andrew," came the reply.

- - -

Andrew's back was towards her when Wendy entered.  That was
perfect.

Emulating Annie's voice Wendy spoke in a dull monotone.

"You.are.get.ting.sleepy.  You.are.un.der.my.power.  You.will.do.
only.as.you.are.told."

Wendy didn't know if it was working at all until Andrew's head
flopped forward and he said equally monotonously, "Yes, Mistress."

"In.a.mom.ent.I.will.tell.you.to.turn.a.round.  When.that.
hap.pens.you.will.not.be.sur.prise.d.by.any.thing.you.see.
You.will.know.this.is.all.a.dream.  Now.turn.a.round."

Andrew turned to see Wendy standing there.

"Hello, Wendy," he said conversationally.

"Hello, Andrew," she replied.  "How's it going?"

"Not so well lately.  But I'm glad you're here in my dream.  I've
always liked you a lot."

Wendy flushed in pleasure at his complement before asking, "How do
you know you're dreaming?"

"Because you and I could never talk like this otherwise," he said
quite reasonable.

"Very good, Andrew.  Now why don't you come back with me to your
office," she said taking his arm and leading him that direction.

Andrew followed her lead quite willingly.

Once in the office they continued.

"Andrew."

"Yes, Wendy?"

"Tell me what has happened with you and Atomic Annie."

Andrew started to speak, but Wendy quickly halted him.

"Joe," she hissed.  "Come here."

Joe showed at the edge of the door just out of Andrew's sight.

"What?" he asked.

"Tell Donna to turn off the lights and put the "Closed" sign in
the window.  Then you get back here."

While Joe was doing that, Wendy turned to Andrew who seemed
oblivious to what was going on.

"Andrew, where is Atomic Annie's instruction manual?" she asked
him sweetly.

"In the drawer there," he replied pointing.

Wendy opened the drawer and found the manual.  When Joe returned,
she handed it to him with instructions to read it.

"Why?" he asked.

"I don't know yet.  Just read it."

Then she turned back to Andrew and asked him to continue telling
her what had happened with Annie.

Andrew explained how he had always wanted a doll who would come to
life and love him.  That's why he was in this business.  It was
the closest he could come to that.

Wendy sympathized with that dream.  It was the same one Charles
had.

Andrew then went on and explained in great detail what had
happened with Annie.  By the time he was done, most of the shop
was outside his door listening.

Wendy thought long and hard after Andrew went silent.  This was
not her best ability, but she knew the decision of what needed to
be done fell on her own soft shoulders.

Finally she called for Joe again.

"Are you done with the book?" she asked.

"Yes," he replied.

"I want you to open up Annie, remove the hypnosis cartridge, and
then erase all her memory except for her basic program.  Can you
do that?"

"I think so," came the reply.

"Then do it.  And bring me back that cartridge."

Wendy turned back to Andrew.  She really liked the guy.  He just
felt so bad about himself that he let himself fall in the trap of
thinking a strong, dominant woman would be the solution.  She
decided to give him a treat since this was all a dream to him
anyway.

"Everyone," she called.  "Come on in and say "Hi" to Andrew.

Every toy in the shop that could move filed in to say hello.  And
many of those that couldn't move were carried by those that could.
 And all of them had a kind word for Andrew because they really
all liked him a lot and knew it hadn't been his fault.

Andrew sat there with the most amazed smile on his face.  In his
very realistic dream his greatest fantasy had just come true.  It
was the best moment of his life.

It took minutes for everyone to make it through.  Joe was the last
one.

"Done," he said, handing the cartridge to Wendy.

"Andrew, where are the rest of Atomic Annie's cartridges?"

Andrew pointed to a case on his desk.

Wendy dumped it out and searched through until she found the Sweet
& Innocent cartridge, which she handed to Joe with the instruction
to "Load this into her."  She had considered giving him both the
Submission and Slave cartridges, but much as Annie may have
deserved it - Andrew didn't.

Wendy looked further through the pile.  When Joe returned from
that task Wendy handed him the Sex Goddess cartridge and said,
"Leave this one plugged in as well.  Andrew deserves it."

Then she sorted out all the bad cartridges and told Andrew for his
own happiness to smash them, and to refuse delivery of the memory
expansion when it arrived.

Andrew complied with her wishes.  All that remained were the
Advanced Sex I and II cartridges, and Oral Antics, which she told
him to save for when he needed some variety in his life.

Wendy looked around.  Everything looked put back to rights.

She looked at Andrew one more time.  He would never see her this
way again.  Although Charles was her one and only true love now,
she would always have a soft spot for Andrew in her heart.

"Andrew, stand up and kiss me the way you always wanted to," she
commanded.

Andrew rose to his feet and did a very credible job of kissing
Wendy exactly as she wanted him to.

When he was finished Wendy gave him his final instructions.

"This dream is almost over.  In a moment you will sit down in you
chair and nod off to sleep.  When you awaken in a few minutes
you'll remember everything that happened, but know it was all just
a wonderful dream.  And you will forget everything Atomic Annie
every told you to do."

Wendy though for a moment more.

"And one last thing, Andrew."

"Yes, Mistress."

"You will always be hard as steel and last as long as you want to
when you have sex with any of us, especially including Annie."

"I will, Mistress.  Thank you."

"Now go to sleep.  When you awake go to Annie.  She will be a good
girlfriend to you now."

- - -

Charles came back and picked up Wendy the next morning.  After
they played out their fantasy of first meeting again - which was
all they both hoped it would be - Wendy told Charles about all
that had happened.

Charles was lavish with his praise at how well Wendy had handled
everything and they both decided that she should visit the shop
regularly to check up on things.

Charles invested some money in the shop with Andrew to improve
things and this made Andrew's situation secure into the
foreseeable future.  It also gave Charles a key to drop by at
night any time he wished to "check on his investment", which he
and Wendy took liberal advantage of together.  Soon Charles knew
all the toys on a first-name basis.  He had a great conversation
with Party Doll all one night, who turned out to have the very
same personality as the Party Doll he had once met.

Wendy, however, is the only toy who ever went home with him.

Everything that happened resulted in greatly boosting Andrew's
self-esteem, and he got into a much healthier relationship with
Annie who kept her Sweet & Nice programming permanently.

A couple people and all their toys lived very happily ever after.

<end>

P.S.  More information on Realdolls can be found at:
www.realdoll.com.

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