Sexperiment Part 2

In the hospital ward, Digby was rolling around restlessly. He was having a nightmare about a hair covered elevator that had his tongue trapped, and was starting to move upwards. From inside the elevator, he heard a woman’s voice softly calling his name. “Digby,” she said softly, as the elevator began its assent.
“Mah hung!” Digby was trying to yell, but for some reason, his voice was nothing but a raspy whisper. “Mah hung ith caught! Hep me! Mah HUNG!”
The woman in the elevator giggled softly. “No, Digby. You are only dreaming that it’s caught. Open your eyes and you’ll see.”
The nurse watched as Digby, his repaired tongue sticking out of his mouth, and his hands pressed mime like against an elevator door that was not there, suddenly sat up and opened his eyes. When his eyes focused, he let out a sudden yell, and retreated into a fetal position at the head of the bed.
“What’s wrong, Digby?”
He pointed a shaking finger at her, suddenly realizing that his tongue ached. “Y-you! You’re a woman!”
The nurse looked down at herself, then back up at Digby. “You are absolutely right! I am a woman!” Digby made a terrified noise at her reply, and went tighter into the headboard. Slowly, the nurse sat down on the edge of the bed. “Digby, listen to me.” She slowly reached out her hand to pat his foot, but when she moved towards him, Digby only yelped and pulled further away. “You’re not real!”
The nurse managed a hurt look. “I promise you, Digby...I am very real.” Nevertheless, Digby shook his head in denial.
“No....no way, man! That-th-that Gina chick was supposed to be real too!” There was an awkward silence as the nurse looked for something to say. It was Digby though, who broke the silence. “You seem to know my name pretty well,” he began, slowly uncurling from his fetal position. “Mind telling me yours?”
The nurse blushed slightly, and then tapped her forehead gently with her palm. “I’m sorry...my name is Terry.” Digby took her offered hand; though he seemed to feel it up, more than shake it. Terry noticed this and snickered softly. “I told you. I’m quite real.”
Digby let out a soft grunt. “Can’t blame a guy for checking, can you?”
“Are you hungry?” Digby nodded. In truth, he was famished. “I would imagine you would be. You have been unconscious for two weeks now.” She giggled at the way his jaw dropped. “C’mon,” she said softly, once again extending her hand. “I’ll tell you over lunch.”
Once they were seated, Terry pointed to the tray of food. “You eat, I’ll talk.” She waited until he had a mouthful of food before she continued.
“What we make here, are androids.” Digby stopped in mid chew, making Terry giggle. “Eat. Save your questions for later.” She waited until he started chewing again before continuing.
“The androids are designed for the soul purpose of sexual pleasure. Sex is a very profitable commodity, Digby, but the problem is, real women get diseases, they get sick, they get old and worn out.”
Digby nodded at the logic of that, but said nothing. “With our androids, you can have the same woman, every night for as long as you wish, and each time she would be a virgin.” Again, Digby stopped in mid chew, opting to take a drink before continuing.
“After every encounter, she is cleaned, sterilized, and if it is wished, a new ‘hymen’ is added to give the sense of virginity over and over.”
Terry paused to take a sip of her own tea. “Their breasts are filled with a special compound, so if one night you wish her to be a 40DD, she will be a 40DD. If the next night you wish her to have longer hair, but be a B cup, that is what you would get.”
This time, Digby broke his silence. “You think you can show me this operation?”
Terry thought a moment. “That depends.” Digby looked at her to continue. “If I show you, you can never leave.”
This made him laugh a little. “Oh, I get it. You can tell me, but then you’d have to kill me.”
Terry laughed at this but shook her head. “No, nothing like that. You would be put to work.” The look in his eyes told her that she was doing her job well, and that Blackwell would be pleased.
“Doing what?” He let the question hang.
“You were one of only fifteen people to reply to the ad. We had expected the offer of being paid to have sex would have been more appealing, but only fifteen, thirteen men and two women, showed up.”
Digby motioned with his hand for her to continue, and after taking another swallow of her tea, she did.
“We expected the units to have a certain amount of defects in them, so we had already decided that, those who were not injured too badly would be offered jobs, either as product testers, observers, or whatever other services they could provide.”
“Product tester, huh?” Digby chuckled. “You think, after what happened to us to get the jobs in the first place, we would want to continue testing?”
Terry smiled at his candor, but nodded. “Yes. You see, by having these things happen to you, we would be able to find and fix the flaws, therefore providing a near perfect android.”
Digby nodded at her logic. “And if we refuse?” Terry remained silent.
“Come. Let me take you around the plant so you can see for yourself.” Digby stood as he nodded. He was already quite sure he would stay on. He had nothing or nobody to go back to anyway.
What Terry showed him made his jaw drop. There were laboratories dedicated to nothing but simulating body fluids, mostly the natural lubrication systems of the women. When they entered that lab, the smell of pussy nearly drove him wild, and almost instantly gave him an erection.
Terry had to giggle, however, when they passed the lab that made various sized cocks for the male androids. They watched, as a female technician stroked a large mulatto penis to full erection, then to the point, where a white liquid shot forth from the tip.
Stopping and pointing, Digby said, “You gave me a new tongue. You think I can get one of those, too?”
This made Terry burst into laughter. “We‘ll see what the boss has to say about that. ”After taking him by all phases of the experimentation, Terry walked with Digby back to his apartment. “So what do you think?”
Maybe it was the way she was leaning against his door, or the way her pretty eyes looked into his. Whatever it was, Digby found himself highly attracted to her. “Why don’t you come inside, and we’ll talk about it over a beer?”
Terry bit her bottom lip at the suggestion, and then looked down at her watch. Blackwell had told her to do whatever it took to get Digby “hired on”, although the prospect of sleeping with Digby had never crossed her mind. “You think I can come back when my shift is over?”
Digby smiled and nodded. “Sure...what time?”
“Two hours. Is that too long?”
He shook his head. “Nah. It’ll gimme time to shower and shave.”
Again, she bit her bottom lip, a little quirk Digby found that he liked. “Sure,” she replied as she began to walk away. “I’ll see you in two.”
While Digby got himself ready for Terry, he weighed the pros and cons of staying on. If he were a product tester, it would mean all the free pussy he could ever want. He wouldn’t have to worry about what the woman thought of him, about her hang-ups, about her attitude. He could be so drunk he couldn’t speak, be covered in his own shit, and she would say he was the sexiest thing alive. He chuckled to himself, as he rinsed the soap from his body.
He was already sporting a substantial hard on, one that he hoped Terry would appreciate. However, that made him think as well. Terry was human, flesh and blood. At least he hoped she was! Would she have hang-ups? Would she think his dick was undersized? He looked down at his slowly deflating member and smiled. “Nah,” he muttered to himself. “You never got any complaints before, ol' buddy,” he muttered softly, stroking his cock back to its full hardness.
Two hours and fifteen minutes later, a soft knock came on his door. Instantly, his cock started to stiffen as he made his way to answer it. Opening the door, he saw Terry standing there, biting her bottom lip and smiling at him.
“I’m so sorry I’m late,” she said softly. Digby waved it off with a soft chuckle as he stood aside to let her in. She was still dressed as he had last seen her, although this time she carried a small overnight bag with her.
“You don’t mind if I use your shower and change, do you?”
Digby bowed at the waist and motioned towards the bathroom. “My casa, your casa,” he stated grandly, making her giggle at his poor Spanish.
“I’ll just be a minute, promise,” she said hurriedly, then brushed past him to the bathroom.
As he waited, Digby sat on the bed, trying to make himself look as unassuming as possible. He saw himself in the observation mirror, and thought he looked pretty convincing. The only dead giveaway, of course, was the anticipating hard on he sported.
It wasn’t long before he heard the shower turn off. His cock throbbed, jumping slightly under his silk boxers. He smiled to himself as he heard her humming softly as she did whatever it was she was doing.
He tried to imagine her as she patted her nakedness dry, fluffing her hair, and maybe even her bush, tweaking her nipples so they stood at their erect best. Maybe she was even stroking herself, to get her pussy pre-lubed for him. It was as he was thinking that, when she emerged.
She was dressed in a leopard print teddy, the top somewhat see through, and a pair of matching panties. He could tell by the way the crotch of her panties were tight into her slit, that she was well trimmed.
She stood in the doorway, a combination of shyness and dramatics. Digby looked down at himself, then back at her. “Something wrong?” he asked nervously.
“Pardon?” she asked, cocking her head slightly to one side.
Digby smiled at her, as he got off the bed. “You were frowning for a second. I asked if there was something wrong.”
Terry smiled sheepishly, blushing for a moment. “I-I it was nothing,” she replied, giggling nervously.
“Oh...ok. You look great, by the way.” This made her blush even more.
“You really think so?” she smiled brightly.
Digby nodded. “Yeah, I do.” He walked to her, and gently took her by the hand.
Their eyes met and locked. “I,” she started, noticing his protruding hard-on for the first time. “I have some candles...” Her voice was soft and weak.
Digby smiled and nodded. “Candles. Cool.”
It only took her a moment to run back into the bathroom. Digby watched her trot away, delighted at the way her ass jiggled as she moved. After the candles were lit, Terry walked to the light switch and turned it off. She stood a moment, giving Digby her coyest look. Digby’s cock twitched, and Terry saw it, making her gasp.
“C’mere, babe,” he said softly, holding his hand out to her. Her pussy was already well past the damp stage, and her nipples ached. When she reached him, he wasted no time in pulling her face to his and kissing her. When he heard her moan, his cock twitched again, this time against her thigh. “Oh God,” she breathed, as she suddenly pushed him on the bed.
Before they fully landed, Digby already had his hands up Terry’s filmy top. Her soft, warm tits felt good in his hands. When he pinched her nipples, Terry let out a sharp cry. She could already feel her juices trickling over her puffy lips.
Digby then let his left hand slip into the side of her panties. Instantly, his finger was coated with her slippery wetness. As soon as his finger probed her tightness, Terry came.
As her body twitched, she plunged her hand into the waistband of his boxers and released his throbbing cock. “Mine,” she growled, pushing him back and swinging her leg over his body. Looking him directly in the eyes, she then proceeded to impale herself on his steel hard shaft.
All Digby could do was hang on to her bouncing tits for dear life. If he had any doubts that Terry was real, they were all but forgotten now. When she came again, Digby let out his own cry, as her neglected pussy contracted and clenched his cock.
If anyone had been walking by, they would have burst in after hearing the way she was reacting. Screams, growls, and a symphony of curses rushed forth from her, as she rode herself and Digby to ecstasy.
Both of them were panting heavily when she collapsed on his chest. Before he could speak, she began to cover him with kisses. “That was so wonderful,” she breathed, in-between kisses. Digby started to laugh. He had to admit, he was enjoying the attention.
“Uh...Terry?” She stopped a moment and looked deep into his eyes. Inside her, he made his cock twitch. “I’m not even close to being done yet.” An evil little grin crossed her face, before she squealed and started riding him again.
Behind the two-way mirror, Blackwell looked at Frank and smiled. “They make a cute couple,” he said as he turned back to watch the two going at it.
“Yes,” Frank replied as he watched also. “She is one of the most realistic we have ever produced.” He then turned to the woman the android was modeled after. “I think Terry deserves most of the credit. After all, that one is of her own design.”
Blackwell leaned in closer to her. “So tell me, Terry. How much of you is in her?”
Terry’s face reddened deeply, as she watched her android twin take it doggie style. “More than I care to admit, Sir,” was all she replied.1