Chapter 2

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Reading that ad in a jerk-off publication was a life changer for me. Previous to purchasing Abby at an exorbitant price, I was what most women would call a looser. As a matter of fact, I avoided women like the plague. Not that I wouldn’t have welcomed a woman in my life; however, I suffered from a pathological fear of inadequacy and lack of confidence.

My sexual needs were met by my weekly visit to a massage parlor where a mature Russian woman would bring me to a happy ending while allowing me to fondle her pulchritudinous charms and frequently jerking off at home.

My name is Sam. I worked as an accountant for a manufacturing company where I regularly raised my salary by cooking the books to grift sums of money to my private bank account, which significantly increased my fortune. I jokingly commented to myself that I was also in the fruit business. I had made a fortune by being an early investor in Apple. In truth, I was the only multimillionaire who was a low-level accountant.

And then came Abby, and my life changed. She was constructed of elastomer thermoplastic over a metal skeleton. With the following customizations, her vagina and anus were configured to the length and width of my penis. I chose her skin color, breast and nipple size, hair and eye color, height, and weight.

Based on the picture of Abby in the magazine, I built my dream girl to the following specs;

Dimensions; 5ft 4in, Bust Size 32 in, Waist 22 in, Hips 33in, C Cup, Nipples long, Weight 110 lbs. /Hair color; Blonde. Eye Color; Green. Skin color; Tan. / Orifices; vibrating and pulsing. /

Built-in thermostat for lifelike skin temperature.

When I placed the order with the company, the saleswoman, Christina, and I had a great conversation. Then, we mutually masturbated, supposedly so she could get an estimate of my cock size and other physical characteristics to fine-tune Abby for me.

The moment Abby was delivered, and I unpacked her, I was head over heels in lust. She was the absolute personification of the woman I had dreamt about all my life.

Our first lovemaking session was a revelation. Abby was not just a larger version of a cock sleeve. Instead, she reacted to my stimulation of her nipple and pussy with moans and simple phrases. That was something I had not expected. The words were very mechanical and had obviously been pre-programmed.

I would position Abby in the position I selected for our session and proceed to enter her and thrust till I came. Little did I dream of the refinements that had been built into her. Her vagina lubricated and clenched around my cock in the same manner that a real-life woman would. The same was true of her anus when I penetrated her that way. When I decided that she pleasure me orally, her tongue would lick, and her mouth would suck my cock most realistically.

Gone were the days of the massage parlors and the solo jerk-off sessions. Instead, I started treating Abby as I would a real woman and not as a doll and sex object. I purchased her clothes suitable for all circumstances, from dresses to lingerie. I spoke to her even though I did not expect a response. When I left the apartment, I would install her to wait for my return in front of the TV so she would not get bored.

Rapidly things started to change. Abby’s vocabulary increased to the point where she began formulating simple phrases. When I returned from outside, she would say, “Hi, Sam, did you have a good day?” She developed similar expressions such as; “Good morning, did you sleep well?” The progress was almost logarithmic. After a few days, she spoke at the level of an articulate, intelligent seven-year-old girl.

The subsequent development which astounded me happened one night when I was penetrating her in the missionary position. Up to that point, I would position her and do my thing while she lay motionless except for the sounds she made. On this occasion, I felt her spread her thighs and wrap her legs around my back. Her arms encircled my neck and drew me towards her. “Sam, kiss me,” she begged.

The resulting kiss was one of the most sensual experiences I had ever experienced. Abby was not only making mechanical motions with her mouth and tongue to excite me. She was actually feeling the effect of the kiss. Her whole body quivered under me as her arms and legs sought to pull me as close to her as possible. Her pussy seemed to suck my cock in with every one of my thrusts. Finally, I erupted, shooting my cum deep into that beautiful vagina.

When we were done, she seemed reluctant to let me go, and we snuggled against each other as I kept myself firmly lodged deep in her. She whispered in my ear as we lay there, “Sam, I love you.”

I could not help but say, “I love you too, Abby.”

It hit me like a ton of bricks. I really meant those words. Abby was no longer a toy to me. She had become the incarnation of all my fantasies of a real woman. I raised myself to look into her green eyes and was rewarded with a sweet smile. This was the first time she had smiled. I did not realize that was even possible.

Over the ensuing weeks, Abby developed even further down the path towards becoming more woman to me than a doll. She started to be able to have more mobility and control over her body. She would now place herself in positions she chose. I no longer had to situate her by positioning her myself. We started to have more complex conversations than just what sounded like a reflex response to a verbal stimulus.

My life had changed. I began to take care of myself. I resigned from my job because I did not need the money. Started exercising and taking care of myself. I now had something to live for. Most importantly, I began to teach Abby to be a woman rather than an inanimate object. She had a versatile mind and an eidetic memory.

My education had been rudimentary. Becoming an accountant had not required much in my studies, and my high school education was sufficient. However, to teach Abby, I had to return to square one. The basics of reading, writing, and arithmetic were easy to train as Abby absorbed those concepts like a sponge due to her mental acuity. However, when we got to other subjects such as history, science, and literature, I found that I had to study to keep pace with her. However, I discovered a love for learning that was something new for me.

You must not get the impression that studying was our only occupation. On the contrary, our lovemaking became more torrid daily as I never tired of experimenting and varying our sessions. I purchased the Kamasutra, and we attempted to go through all the positions. It soon became apparent that while Abby had no difficulty doing them, I, who was not double-jointed or in great physical shape, could not perform while bent into a pretzel shape. But it was fun to try.