Girl doll: prototype

Girl doll prototype

I licked my lips nervously as I made the final checks. The prototype we had assembled looked like a crude approximation of a woman but she was in fact a marvel of bio-mechanical engineering. At this point I didn’t much care what she looked like, we were engineers not designers as long as she worked. Even the decision to make her female had been decided on the flip of a coin. I had to admit giving her the wet rubbery mouth and vagina of a sex doll seemed a little crude but I really didn’t give it much thought. All that cosmetic stuff could be fixed later once marketing got involved. What was important now was that she worked. 

Underneath here shiny plastic skin was an array of sensors and artificial muscles that would make her the equal of an Olympic athlete. She would be able to go far beyond the limits of human endurance. The scientific, industrial and military applications were enough to make the accountants salivate, all she needed was a mind. That was the purpose of today’s experiment, developing a reliable artificial intelligence had proved impractical so we had taken a different approach. She would be controlled by a human mind my mind.

I pulled the straps tight, not wanting a repeat of the accident that put Alan in the hospital a few weeks ago. Satisfied I nodded to Dr Moore and he helped me into the control rig. I sat in a sturdy wooden chair while Various wires and monitors were attached then The quantum entanglement interface was lowered onto my head. I looked like a man in the electric chair but I pushed the comparison out of my head and gave my colleague the thumbs up.

The machine came to life with an electric hum and then I am falling through an endless moment of black. I jerk back to awareness laying on my back looking up at the ceiling. My head span and my body felt very strange. 

I mentally take inventory as it dawned on me that I was in another body, the prototype’s body! I am naked and I can feel the labs AC blowing across my artificial skin, cool but not uncomfortable. I could feel the hard table pressed against my back and I was particularly aware of the extra padding provided by my backside. I flexed my arms and legs checking that they were still secure and relaxing again once I was satisfied there could be no more accidents. It was more than a little disconcerting to realise that I wasn’t breathing since the prototype had no lungs and that I couldn’t hear my heart beat. I made a mental note to address these bugs in future versions. Finally I raised my head a little to get a look at the soft heavy weight I could feel pressing down on my chest. A pair of huge almost spherical breasts filled my field of vision as I got my first first person view of the prototype’s… of my body. 

“My God” I thought to myself “did we really make them that big? 

Somehow they hadn’t seemed so big when I was designing her! Still they didn’t feel bad just a little awkward and if found myself wondering what if would be like to touch them. Me train of thought was derailed by Dr Moore stepping into my field of vision 

“Dr Mitchell?” He asked sounding as excited as I felt “Did it work? Is that really you in there?” 

“Yes… *ahem* yes it’s me” I assured him “we did it we actually did it.”

 I could help giggling at the sound of the prototype’s high breathy voice coming for my mouth. Some wag had decided to program her using recordings of Marilyn Monroe so no matter how hard I try to sound professional I come across like a ditzy bimbo. 

"Okay then” he said with a chuckle “I’m going to start the testing protocol if that’s alright with you?" 

I nodded my agreement and he began.

We tested every one of my senses establishing that my vision and hearing were a little better than my usual baseline while my olfactory sense was somewhat diminished. Most affected was my sense of touch, I found that the slightest breath of air felt like a loving caress. The slightest physical contact had me moaning and squirming against my bounds causing no end of amusement of Dr Moore.

“Interesting” he smirked “if I didn’t know better I’d say you were enjoying this Dr Mitchel.”

His hand moved to the wet space between my legs and I gasped shocked that he would act so unprofessionally. I knew I should stop him but the strange thrilling new sensations coming from my artificial genitals were too good to ignore.

“Dr…Dr Moore!” I tried to protest “Puh-Please this isn’t protocol”

My breathy bimbo voice sounded less than authoritative and even as I tried to object I found my hips bucking to grind my pussy against his hand.

“Hmm, further testing is required here I think.” his hands continued to explore me ignoring my increasingly insincere protests.

He fondled my plastic tits and I almost fainted from the pleasure of it. He pushed a careful probing finger into me and my hips rouse up to meet him. I could feel every inch of him moving inside me, forcing me open and filling me with bliss. I gasped and moaned like a whore as he worked deeper inside of me. I sucked greedily on the fingers of his other hand the crude painted circle of my mouth feeling almost as good as my pussy. I could feel something building inside me as he fingered me harder and faster, my hips bucked, my head rolled back. I could feel something breaking loose inside me and I could hear myself screaming as a tidal wave of orgasmic bliss roared through my body blotting out my other senses until I couldn’t stand it any more and I blacked out.

I came to back in my own body feeling heavy and numb compared to my GirlDoll self. Dr Moore was looking into my eyes with a worried expression on his face.

“Dr Mitchel! Are you alright?” he asked “The safety overrides pulled you out. I’m sorry I got a little carried away there. I promise it won’t happen again. We can increase the buffers dial back the gain…. What do you think?”

I can’t help laughing as he fusses over me

“What do I think?” I reply with a wicked grin “I think we are going to make a fortune Dr. Now reset the system I’m going back in!”