N.B. Spellings (if correct) are in UK English. All the characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author neither condones or endorses any of the activities detailed in this story, which could well be illegal in certain jurisdictions. I'm adding (for legal reasons) that apparently if you're under-age you mustn't read this, so if that's the case go away and grow up.

Forward – a note from the author.

I get inspired to write over a diverse number of themes, but beware just like those famous 'many flavoured beans' to you some may taste of earwax, for that I apologise, you'll just have to wait until the bag comes around again! Who knows it could be to your taste.

Sometimes as in this fictional tale I use (or misuse) terms from another language please remember as I'm Dyslexic, I can barely write in one tongue let alone two, so be grateful I now have an Editor to catch the worst of my howlers!

I do appreciate all your comments, good, bad, or constructive, sorry about not answering for the time being but the parchment beckons my Quill to scribble stories instead...

P.S. This story did not go where I thought it was originally heading...

Chapter 1 - The set-up, a short hop into the future

The Omega Corporation had diverse research and development laboratories throughout their organisation working on countless branches of electronics, robotics, and the software for advanced AI systems. The autonomy of self-acting systems had grown exponentially in the last few decades, the cutting edge place for all those leading thinkers being at Omega.

With each new technical breakthrough processing became faster, with components getting smaller, the limitation of mobile devices being the power source. Even up until more recent iterations of smart-phones during the 2030's, most needed charging on a nightly basis in order to avoid embarrassing their owners, becoming silent silicon slices by mid-afternoon.

The Omega Corporation had the good sense and business acumen to know they couldn't do everything in-house themselves, therefore they commonly partnered with other Global players to produce products craved by industry and individuals alike – well differing ranges for each segment of those markets. One of their numerous collaborative partners was the renown DES, or Dynamic Energy Systems, having developed their revolutionary batteries that came in a wide range of capacities, and furthermore were flexible in the larger sizes, thus very adaptable as to how they could be utilised.

Research associates as the lab-rats were called enjoyed an autonomy of their own as the company ethos was to leave them alone and provide large budgets, knowing for every ten duds they'd get one device that would blow away any of their competitors, thus financing their next tranche of development.

Jonathan's inspiration being that little old glossy white Japanese robot, the one reminding him of a miniature Michelin-Man, before later taking steroids. In it's way kinda cute, but barely functional, as it slowly mounted a set of stairs, or conversed very mechanically with a very limited range of responses within a rather sterile laboratory environment.

His big dream was to create the sort of robot that could pass the Turing Test, then do a tricky dance routine. The Turing Test was devised by Alan Turing during the middle of the 1900's, though back then it would've been a blind test through a curtain as to whether a person could ask questions of a machine and not know if they were taking with another person or receiving machine derived answers.

Things had moved on a ways, various players putting forwards their own super-computers since long ago when IBM started with Watson, it wouldn't be simple but he was making steady progress, though if he didn't come through soon somebody was bound to pull the plug despite their normally lenient attitude regarding budgets. Blue-sky thinking by it's very definition wasn't so much about the end product itself, more about stretching mental muscles to develop within new areas, knowing that products would surely follow onwards.

The 'armature' or basic skeletal structure had looked like a miniature 'Terminator' striped of the flesh covering which spoiled the aesthetic, but had allowed for a constant round of modifications as the prototype advanced through each stage of the development process.

While scientists might not always be concerned with the aesthetics of an object engineers liked a balance of form and function, one often enhancing the other.

Of course the 'true' budget might take a little calculation as he'd acquired numerous parts via other branches of the Corporation, so nothing was really clear cut. Jonathan simply fell for the tech-toys he was able to re-purpose to his own ends, but slowed to a grinding halt when it came to the outer skin of his humanoid robot in miniature. Standing at four foot seven inches, or 1400mm for the worldwide market, his creation was around the height of a girl of maybe nine or ten years old. He only said girl because most complex mechanisms were referred to in the feminine gender.

This was rather ironic once he started looking to clothe his armature structure in an outer skin that would provide the fine level of flexibility and similarity to the human form, as the only sources which kept recurring from his enquiries regarding a suitable epidermis lead to three sex-doll manufacturers in Japan! He'd expected some manufacturer of prosthetics to have the answer, but they were only interested in hands, the other limbs or parts being so much less realistic, whereas he wanted an entire body covering.

Okay why shouldn't an 'adult-toy' manufacturer not have the best skin for their own type of products, he imagined they'd need to be fairly durable if that's what floated your boat. When visiting the three company websites his greatest surprise was then discovering the size he required was considered a normal stock item. It wasn't anything about their dolls having an oriental appearance thus based on smaller women, but actually building these girl-sized dolls fulfilled a large segment of their regular customer demand!!!

Negotiations, once he got past the initial tele-sales person became somewhat surreal from learning they were willing to provide the modified manikin for free if they would later be able to produce his end product as part of their deluxe range. Jonathan explained that he wasn't developing an advanced sex-doll himself, more-so an advanced robotic type of... well he wasn't really sure yet, but a small dimensional prototype AI humanoid for which his Corporation would find a market.

The Cutie-Doll Corp. were falling over themselves to become his sole supplier, offering to send over their best molding consultant to solve the various issues of having his complex armature underneath their own leading synthetic 'skin and muscle' composite which would need to allow for all the internals which a fully-functional 'pleasure-doll' would be lacking. In the end he'd been convinced that with a leotard, or full body-suit nobody would realise it was actually anything other than a more flexible variant of a fashion-shop manikin.

He hadn't given much thought to the Cutie-Doll consultant, Sue-Lin being quite a cutie in her own right, but her English was impeccable, so they had no communication issues as they developed answers to the problems that arose. Throughout their discussions he was aware these people really had the hots for a more humanoid product for their own high end patrons, though he explained the unfathomable sums already spent meant that it was just unfeasible from an economic standpoint, even having seen the prices they charged.

She couldn't take away even his earlier versions because of security policies, though they were able to give his current working prototype a full 3D-laser scan in several poses in order that she had accurate digital files for building a 'bodysuit' to cover the workings.

Unknown to Jonathan at the time, but it would be the seed of an interesting development

as that low-level laser had just killed his main processor chip that was the foundation of his small humanoid product. Running tests a few days after his guest had left, he powered up and - nothing happened. As a development engineer this wasn't anything unusual so he began running diagnostics till he discovered that it was the central 'brain' component.

He'd acquired the 777-835-A module from another of the development Labs which shared the same building, something to do with military gear, so they always had the best chips on hand. He imagined Martin would be pissed-off in having to supply a replacement, but that wasn't the case at all...

“Look Jonathan you could actually be doing me a favour, we're a bit short on the A-type chips, but someone fucked-up, and this mobile racking is stuffed with 10,000 of the C-type alternative chips that we really can't use on this project. It shouldn't make any difference with those software routines you're running though, and if they disappeared from my sight I could claim that I'd never seen or heard of them.”

“Christ, I only need one and maybe a spare.”

“Please mate, take the damned lot or leave empty handed.”

He grumbled all the way back through the twisting corridors pushing the heavy mobile rack that held 9,999 chips that would likely gather dust until somebody cleared out the back of an unused storeroom a decade hence, by when those chips would be worthless.

He hadn't lied to Sue-Lin, initially it had been pretty expensive, it was more about getting the software properly integrated with the hardware elements, even those actuators having become industry standard items during the last eighteen months. The 'eye' cameras had been another big expense too, though even those were being considered for medical use in re-constructive surgery if they could develop some brain interface, things were moving along every week within his high-tech environment.

He supposed it was the main processor in combination with the software algorithms where the big bucks were shelled-out. He didn't really want to know that those military chips in the storeroom had cost, weighing down some Black Budget somewhere, no wonder Martin had wanted shot of the damn things. The main software algorithms were his own, pieced together and improved with virtual neural pathways growing over each new generation of processor. Yes 'Jessica' was going to be one smart young lady once he'd installed the new silicon chip, although it would take several hours to load the Multi-Terra-byte instruction set, thus avoid overheating, then several weeks of testing before he would know for sure.

What most civilians outside of the electronics industry didn't realise was any chipset was basically useless until provided with instructions, a few external components, plus sensors that would provide some environmental inputs. It's just that more sophisticated chipsets could run a wider spectrum of devices given the right instructions. The 777-835-A, or in this case 'C' would be deemed too expensive for an engine management system, or even an entire automobile factory, so who could say what the military were doing with them!

Jonathan could have used any of a dozen processors, but he liked the originals he'd been able to acquire because they were very adaptable, had massive on-board memory, and the current generation 'played nicely' with software algorithms which required the instruction set to include a continuous learning mode to allow ultimate flexibility of the final device.

While he went through weeks of endless test routines in a kind of 'low-function' mode, the

Cutie-Doll Corp. were busy making the visible exterior, in fact they made several in case of damage during fitting. Sue-Lin returned in person to complete this task herself, having all the chemical solutions needed to 'weld' the seams or joins, intending to ensure a flawless finish on the completed prototype, and to fuck Jonathan's brains out if that would aid their cause in securing exclusive rights to the end product.

With that goal in mind the 'de-boned' hollow version of an exterior actually included all the vital 'functional-features' that were part and parcel of their extensive array of Love-Dolls.

Jonathan himself had felt some discomfort regarding the source of the exterior mantle, in truth unsure if it was the product itself, or the fact they stirred underlying latent desires he had been denying throughout his adult life.

It was even more disturbing seeing the torso and limbs lying on the bench ready for them to stretch across the waiting armature, resembling the victim of a nasty road accident but without the associated blood and gore. They had to work in unison to combine the parts in a manner that the moveable elements wouldn't unduly stress the outer covering when taking into account the normal expected range of anatomical motions.

His conversation with Sue-Lin helped, plus the fact they were concentrating upon singular body elements at any one time. Covering those parts of the floppy torso, and armature yet to be addressed also aided his ability to disassociate from the road-kill aspect of their work like some crazy surgeons operating room. He found Sue-Lin bright and articulate, shortly she was giving him a potted history of the Cutie-Doll empire, not the least bit embarrassed regarding her work in the Love-Doll industry.

She explained things had moved along many generations from the original inflatable toys that were more of a stag-night prank, than any form of functional Love-Doll. She stated in the beginning their own range had been fairly limited, but customer demand caused them to improve and diversify year on year. It began with various breast sizes, with hair and eye colour also significant options, later they introduced models showing different ethnicities as worldwide demand grew. He was surprised to learn that over the past four decades the strongest element of the market had been their 'Junior-Range' Dolls having an adolescent stature starting at 1.2 metres, or just under four feet high.

Aside from the images this conjured in his own mind, Sue-Lin mentioned that a large part of their accessories market was providing schoolgirl clothing, from their classic Japanese Sailor-girl uniforms to the Catholic schoolgirl look, or the simple elementary Gingham dress for their smaller sized models. Obviously they also provided nightwear plus an extensive range of innocent or utterly provocative underwear to cater for all tastes.

Jonathan found himself standing closer to the bench to disguise his reaction to this topical dissertation upon her world, one of which he'd been unaware. Well not totally ignorant, he had just never purposefully looked in the past, and wouldn't have investigated other than his desire to make his prototype look stunningly realistic. The artificial skin covering of the hands was at it's thinnest, allowing for each of the individual pressure and temperature sensors to retain maximum sensitivity, in fact running localised test routines, the additional padding to the fingertips improved the lifelike perception in the handling of differing types of everyday item from flower petals and eggshells through to relatively heavy objects.

It took the best part of a month to 'dress' Jessica's limbs and torso, checking at each stage that the external mantle did nothing to interfere with functionality. During that time things had changed between Jonathan and Sue-Lin, what had started out as a couple of dinner dates then lead to further more intimate activities.

For Sue-Lin it was no longer about blindly following commands from above, she really felt some affinity towards this intense Westerner, he pursued his own goals with the dedication that she herself applied to her own speciality, Jessica would be a combination of their skills in her completed form.

The original Cutie-Doll head itself was a marvel of engineering, if only to appear realistic for it's own unique and specialised role, jaw, mouth, cheeks, teeth, throat and tongue all forming a perfect anatomical replication within that brief, including a mock salivary system for providing a specialised oral lubricant. Because the torso itself contained all the major elements of the processing hub, the lack of space within the head wasn't an issue once they'd figured out how to mount the eyes and the auditory inputs that were connected to the channels leading to those cute lifelike ears.

Effectively the humanoid robot would receive both stereoscopic vision, and auditory space awareness just like any person with ultra acute hearing, and better than 20/20 vision that would be the envy of the 'Six million Dollar man' a farcical TV series from many decades in the past. As for auditory output, sub-dermal facial actuators provided perfect articulation which not only synchronised with the speech modulator, but improved the lifelike quality of every utterance.

Still several weeks from completion Jonathan overheard a snippet of conversation between two nearby executives who were unaware he was behind the foliage of one of the lounge areas enjoying his coffee in a rare moment of stillness. It seemed those higher-up saw no real market for a small lifelike robotic humanoid, it would be completely outside the realm of the exclusive toy market, the miniaturisation in this case provided no perceived benefit. They'd wait until Jonathan's presentation in a month or so, but otherwise they reckoned it would almost certainly be canned.

Sue-Lin hadn't been in that day, so he couldn't even discuss the issue with his erstwhile collaborator, in all he was feeling very depressed. He knew how keen Cutie-Doll Corp. was to gain this leap in technology, but the cost of the processors was just an unsurmountable hurdle probably being over 95% of the overall budget.

Uncharacteristically he left early, being before the rush hour for once instead of leaving at a time long afterwards. Hitting the freeway he debated whether to use the auto-drive, but somehow it took away the joy of driving for him. The radio had been playing up, instead he ended up listening to some unfamiliar station, one playing nothing but old vinyl discs which maybe his grandfather or great-grandfather would recognise. He found it actually helped alleviate his feeling of despondency, some of the lyrics being fairly amusing.

“Well it's a 49, 50, 51, …... automobile.”

What a fun song about this guy acquiring himself an entire car – 'One piece at a time'.

That's it! He would smuggle out those 777-835-C chipsets, the ones Martin wanted to be shot of, the ones 'not hiding' in his storeroom, and nobody would be any the wiser!

He'd been working on his own AI project ever since his days at MIT, rewriting the central core coding as processing power leaped exponentially from year to year, not really having confided in anyone about the levels he thought he'd achieved in human behaviour mimicry as it moved forwards. This most recent project had been about creating a platform for his own special baby which had worked well enough sitting on his personal home mainframe.

He and his colleagues had often seen projects or experiments shit-canned in the past, this was more common than those ventures seeing the light of day, though this particular one had to him been personal. Kicking his pet project into the long grass was an affront to the countless hours spent throughout his career in developing something really special.

Crazy though it was Cutie-Doll appreciated his underlying concepts whereas the Omega Corporation saw it as merely another blind pathway with an insufficient profit potential.

Well fuck them, and the horse they rode in on, they were basically unaware of the depth of his coding efforts, so he could just resign in a fit of peek after he'd salvaged everything he needed from his current research and historic material to which they held no patents.

He wouldn't require a big 'lunch box' or the use of a buddy's mobile home to smuggle out the transmission and gearbox like in the song, but he would need a willing collaborator, and that was guaranteed once Sue-Lin learned of the current situation. He wondered what it would be like living in Japan, because his possibility of being offered a prime post was virtually carved in stone, Cutie-Doll having openly revealed their hand right from day one. Although back on day one there hadn't even been a miniscule chance of this project being within a price-point for their particular market, having control of chips which 'didn't exist' – it now meant that previous ballpark had rapidly changed location.

Rather than provide the best possible presentation as had been his original intention, he instead went for something more basic, dialling-back on the innate capabilities which were possible, then dressing Jessica in a boiler-suit with unflattering wig, Sue-Lin using her very subtle makeup techniques to reduce the previous skin-tone realism. As they already knew further Cutie-Doll bodies wouldn't be required, these were re-crated for return shipment. With the old lading notes destroyed nobody had any reason to query why they were any heavier for their passage back to Japan - maybe 9,999 chips accounted for that difference!

A few weeks later after his revised preparations, with anything superfluous relating to his collaboration with Cutie-Doll removed from his lab.....

“I'm very sorry Jonathan, but this project didn't live-up to your original brief, it fell rather short of what you thought might be possible. Even had it performed those higher up the chain of command weren't enthusiastic. Well better luck with your next project.”

Just in case the now empty racking container could be identified, he cleaned it down for any prints, then moved it wearing gloves to a general storeroom elsewhere, a place where it would quickly be re-utilised by numerous other people.

He wandered aimlessly about the facility with a hang-dog expression, allowing other staff to imagine he was really depressed from his project cancellation. Eventually he got a call from the HR department where he laid-it-on thick, how he'd lost his mojo, feeling at a loss and wondering about his future. Of course they didn't want to fire a highly paid engineer, then be subject to paying compensation, so a mutually agreed severance with a handsome pecuniary recompense was offered to help him through his depression, a neat solution.

Already in possession of high resolution scans and a comprehensive parts list, Sue-Lin now assistant Director of advanced product lines had been working with her team to source all the parts or viable compatible alternatives for anything overly specified for their purpose. Cutie-Doll only awaited their new Director of advanced product lines who would shortly be arriving – complete with his extensive knowledge of AI software algorithms.

Jonathan didn't even need to find himself a pro-tem hotel, quite happy to share Sue-Lin's apartment, and her bed. They both knew their arrangement wasn't long term, they were each scratching the others itch. Jonathan's negotiations with the Cutie-Doll board showed his good faith, choosing a modest salary with sales bonuses and stock options that applied only to his coming range of advanced Love-Dolls. This was actually a slightly better salary, but the overall package might prove very lucrative if he believed Sue-Lin's predictions on how their collaborative arrangement would vanquish the top-end sales market.

While minions worked on preparing his development lab and office space, Sue-Lin and one of the chief designers gave him the unexpurgated tour, visiting each of the departments over the course of three days. Before he'd had absolutely no concept regarding their scale of production as he watched the hectic scene of their packaging department wrapping and boxing Love-Dolls for shipping to every corner of the globe. Well every corner where their patrons had fat wallets, as their current top-end models had shocking price tags, but on the other hand 'running costs' or divorce settlements could make guys think differently!

While he'd initially imagined sad lonely social misfits would be the sole market for these Cutie-Doll products, their marketing statistics proved otherwise, especially with the higher range Dolls favoured as stress relief for the busy executive arena. They also talked openly of how their Junior-Range of Dolls rather than promoting under-age abuse, was probably a very successful method of preventing and avoiding such distressing and illegal activities.

During Jonathan's period of 'depression' he'd eventually tidied-up his old lab, crating-up his 'failed' project for storage in Omega Corporation's long term storage and archival unit. Though below that large address label was a secondary address label, the UPS guy happy to oblige from the very substantial tip to ensure the first label fell-off before reaching their sorting hub for onward shipment. Effectively Jessica would disappear in the 'system' much like those chipsets, although he didn't know, and didn't care if anyone was missing them.

Being as he was mainly a computer expert, all his lab records received a DOD seven times wipe, with a program left running that would download anything from the internet relating to clinical depression, off-site cloud storage suffered a somewhat similar fate. In effect not one record would remain concerning his last project which his former employer could find.

Jonathan had undoubtedly broken numerous laws; on the other hand Omega carried out a lot of contracts for the military industrial complex, so he'd never been comfortable with that particular aspect of their business dealings anyway. In eighteen months time most of his former colleagues would have forgotten his name, whereas everybody within Cutie-Doll seemed to know him by name, treating him with great respect.

From the moment he devised his alternative plan for building Jessica, and now many more of her ilk, he'd begun the process of learning Japanese, and boning-up on local culture as he wanted to integrate into his new-found society. He still had some way to go, though his

new colleagues appeared very impressed by his halting efforts, deliberately slowing their own speech so he caught the individual words. Sue-Lin taught him all the appropriate new words in the bedroom, covering all the slang alternatives, while giving thought to creating new indexed 'age-related' vocabularies suitable for each region of their worldwide market.

For some time Love-Dolls included speech capabilities, initially for higher end models, this having migrated nowadays to cover everything other than their most basic offerings which he learned Cutie-Doll referred to as starters. Apparently many customers once introduced to the Love-Doll concept would upgrade on each subsequent replacement cycle.

Being as this new path was the route to continuing his work into the foreseeable future he embraced the ethos of his working environment. While he and Sue-Lin would develop the advanced product lines, the Cutie-Doll marketing department would probably devise some suitable name and advertising pitch for the results of their labours. For the moment they'd called the project 'Ω-RoboGirl Mk1' in his own way thumbing his nose at his former bosses. This was only a term they would use within their own newly formed department, hardly a catchy advertising monica, especially considering their particular audience.

On his extensive tour of the Cutie-Doll manufacturing facility he learned speech was really the their only 'smart' additional feature. Over the years articulation had improved, as the movable joints allowed their owners to set any anatomically correct pose, while the overall feel and skin-tone had become ever more realistic, and warm to the touch. Hair, eyes, and permanent make-up also helped create the desired final illusion. Formerly Jonathan hadn't concerned himself with the 'working-parts' aspect, when it was merely an outer covering for his own internal armature meant to provide the animation, but now he paid attention as the lead technician for 'intimate-parts' gave him a brief history.

In more recent times debate raged as to whether removable parts were preferable from a hygiene and cleaning perspective, as opposed to the overall aesthetic appearance as they had advanced molding techniques allowing for either option. This was no time for him to get squeamish, this was a practical consideration, apparently their latest all-in-one molding had an optional concealed belly-button port to which a flushing system could be attached.

Practically every woman he'd ever known owned at least one or more dildos, vibrators, or personal massager's, without anyone passing judgement, yet why should equivalent stress relief for guys be considered any differently. Okay they were life-sized, being a darn sight more expensive, but even from a sense of scale that should be expected.

Chapter 2 - The real work begins.

Jessica was delivered in her packing crate without any Customs difficulties, arriving at the chosen warehouse for collection, just one more precaution to break any links, Jonathan in a buoyant mood to be reunited with his pet project. She was to be the ongoing 'test-bed' for want of a better term, or maybe that was the most fitting epithet considering how her sisters would step out into the real world.

While he was topping off her charge and running systems analysis, Sue-Lin removed the layer of camouflage which had previously disguised her true lifelike appearance from those in charge of the Omega labs. The readings indicated there were no current faults, the only issue being the neural response damping which was set well below optimal performance.

In truth Jonathan had discovered his project was to be cancelled shortly before he had the chance of ramping-up her cognitive level towards it's full potential. Balance and animation routines had been running at twenty-odd percent efficiency to provide a slow but steady form of movement, merely as proof of concept, though he believed pushing that upwards over time would reveal any stability issues without the risk of causing any serious damage.

Martin had been right that changing from the 777-835-A to the 777-835-C wouldn't affect his software algorithms, what he had failed to mention was that it tripled her memory core which had been truly prodigious beforehand. Aside from the software he had uploaded a massive library of dictionaries, a thesaurus, plus many thousands other information files to mimic the knowledge of a well educated rounded individual. Without having to delete that information, he could easily devise sub-routines to reduce access, and thereby mimicking somebody of any age-group via an 'age-appropriate' file selection process.

Although he desperately wanted to put her into 'wake' mode, he'd reluctantly agreed with Sue-Lin about making some physical alterations first. Meanwhile in conjunction with other bilingual staff members, he loaded the Japanese equivalent files covering the spoken word together with comprehensive information about all three of the writing systems they used.

Since arriving Jonathan had marvelled at their efficiency and can-do attitude, fairly certain that parts of their development schedule were literally receiving 24/7 continuous attention from those teams taking part. Revisiting the department having responsibility for the main 'working-parts' aspect of their Love-Dolls he couldn't help but be impressed by the realism, including pubic hair in a range of styles if that's what their clients ordered. Like ordering a luxury hand-built limousine, every last detail could be customised within Cutie-Doll's wide range of De-Luxe models.

Being as his own development would fall within the 'Junior-Range' those existing designs were the focus of his scrutiny. While their 'older-sisters' fell a little short in providing the entire range of labial fullness and complexity for a number of practical reasons, the smaller models were remarkably lifelike. He discovered aside from their extensive study of medical videos, the attributes of these Dolls were the result of taking numerous silicone casts from the daughters of staff members whose youngsters willingly volunteered to have their own genitals immortalised as a snapshot from their adolescence. He managed to bite his lip, as he'd almost asked if these casts had merely been the girls external features, or if this had included an internal cast as well.

Currently twelve styles of immature adolescent vagina were on offer, although Jonathan as an engineer couldn't lay claim to the expertise of a paediatric specialist, he relied upon the word of their molding technician that they were based on girls aged 8 through to 14, but it was plain they were incredibly realistic, the colouration rising in hue to a scarlet core that he was informed became even closer to actuality with their patent lubricant now having a consistency and delicate odour that would fool almost anyone. Jonathan began to wonder how 'almost anyone' would have such detailed knowledge of an adolescent's pussy juice!

Without doubt they wanted to go the whole-hog with the 'Advanced-Range' because this model would a walking, talking, reactive and responsive design far ahead of anything even imagined by their competitors, they wanted to hit the ground running, having ironed-out any of the snags, and having countless novel features. It was as if they wanted to jump ahead several generations in one go. Perhaps it was like moving from a bicycle to a limo.

Jessica had been weighed, measured, and checked for balance in order that her, plus her clones closely resembled that of an equivalent girl of a similar size. They still had a couple of hundred grams in reserve which they intended to use in their liquid distribution systems in order to provide three point lubrication, together with two saline lubrication ports to aid blinking and full eye movements. Bloody-hell they really were thinking about everything.

Sue-Lin was now concerned her original fix had merely been a quick and dirty solution for Jonathan's particular specification, whereas a situation involving the close intimate contact with the owner required a serious rethink. What she had in mind were two separate layers over the fleshier parts of the body, mock muscle forms and subcutaneous tissue covering the majority of the armature, then applying a skin thickness layer above, somewhat like an entire divers wetsuit. While Jonathan felt this was another step backwards in the program it did have the distinct advantage of being able to incorporate a sensor-net to provide a more thorough tactile haptic feedback mechanism for the new routines he was developing.

He and Sue-Lin encouraged their engineering team to offer their own suggestions as there were no penalties for putting forward ideas that didn't work, besides they wouldn't know unless they tried. If they were going to have 'smart-skin' could they also incorporate some way to induce a blushing response, a rise or flush of colour during periods of peak activity.

It was amazing that one moment they'd talk of vigorous fucking, then the next they were using a euphemism to describe the self same thing. With these investigations underway it was time for additional information files, a thoughtfully selected library of sexual and erotic texts, all the 'how-to' and 'Joy-of-Sex' style tomes through to the Kamasutra with hardly any texts in between left out. Now he had to include information on sociology, psychology, current sexual politics, together with countless other topics, glad of the experts on these topics his team discovered who were able provide assistance and advice.

In the human brain there is a morphological diagram, you know where parts of your body are even with your eyes closed you can touch your nose providing you aren't intoxicated by drink or drugs, therefore Jessica's upgrade also included a network of point sensors as a sort of internal GPS. Now as a limb flexed they could stiffen, distort, or soften the fake tissues below the skin to further replicate a more natural appearance.

Jonathan hadn't yet reached a state of despair, but Sue-Lin became aware of his growing tension, and had a solution of her own. Jonathan for his part had noticed the eastern ethic towards Company loyalty went beyond anything he'd witnessed back home, the daughters having volunteered themselves as models was a startling example. Lawsuits would have been flying thick and fast if you so much made a suggestive comment in the wrong ear in his former domicile.

Sue-Lin asked if he'd ever heard of 'Enjo kosai' to which she got a blank look as neither of those words meant anything to Jonathan, and not the meaning they'd gained from maybe over four decades. It translated as compensated dating, schoolgirls having need of funds to buy the latest fashion accessories would place adverts explaining just what they would willingly do for some salary-man in exchange for a suitable cash gift. Prostitution was of course illegal in Japan, but that didn't stop them having Soapland Districts, or whatever.

The practice thrived and who could say that the older man with a schoolgirl in tow wasn't the girl's father, besides it would be impolite to enquire. The informal agreement meant the poor harassed office worker got the sex he wasn't getting after his late commute back home to his boring neglected wife, and the girl got the latest must-have clothes or device.

Of course he needn't go to all that trouble of looking through the countless online adds for their own prefecture it having already been arranged for him to escort the young daughter of a single mother employee who'd felt honoured in being able to assist their new Director of advanced products with his vital research. Jonathan couldn't even stutter, he had been rendered speechless, as he discovered the girl herself was also very happy, and he wasn't to concern himself because at fifteen she was no longer a virgin, having been sexually active for the past seven months, but choosy, and freshly STI tested earlier that week!

Sue-Lin patiently explained it would be necessary to experience a good many young girls in order to help write the most convincing software algorithms so their products performed in a realistic manner.... How the fuck do you argue with something like that?

Of course Sue-Lin herself benefited from that discussion, Jonathan having a hard-on that wouldn't quit, somehow he seemed inspired.

At work everyone politely ignored his linguistic gaffs, at least they showed no offence; or it might have been him being the Department boss. Aside from the usual rules of vocabulary there was the issue of 'personal status' between yourself, and the person with whom you were communicating, or if you were conversing with a group of people. He was getting to grips slowly, just another form of coding for him to master, even though his subordinates were loath to correct some of his howling errors.

Seeing as he wasn't given any say on this dating event, Sue-Lin at least advised him about where to take fifteen year old Ichika, before he spent further time with her in a hotel that had already been pre-booked. Tongue in cheek he wondered if back in the States he could have charged this as a business expense, that was pretty crude although this really was an opportunity to discover the essential differences between dating women of his own age as compared to a fairly young teenager.

Forewarned is forearmed, so he did some additional research himself, learning that it was basically illegal, though efforts regarding enforcement had wavered hot and cold during all the time it had been a known phenomenon. It didn't always involve sexual favours as in some cases it was simply a group of schoolgirl friends hanging out with older guys having a meal and enjoying a raucous karaoke evening for which they'd receive money or gifts.

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I'll be the one wearing a carnation under the Station clock; no it didn't work like that, they both had pictures of the other on their phones, and like some caricature pervert he would be waiting just along the road from her school when they let-out on Friday afternoon. Ichika actually looked better than her photo, he didn't know how, maybe it was because her classic sailor-girl school-uniform accentuated her fresh-faced youthful appearance.

It wasn't awkward like he imagined either, the girl rushing up to meet and hug him as if to prove to onlookers she wasn't being abducted. At least he recognised the greeting as she called out 'Oji-san' – a more respectful way of saying uncle, then he willingly scooped her into his embrace, calling Ichika his favourite niece. With their obvious racial difference it was indeed possible they could share that family relationship. Climbing into the back of his chauffeured car, proper introductions were made where he discovered her conversational English was far superior to his Japanese skills, but she graciously promised to help him throughout their date.

Watching as he slipped an envelope into her school-bag, she insisted it wasn't really an 'Enjo kosai' arrangement, because she rather liked the idea of spending time with a tall handsome gaijin man. So as not to embarrass the girl he said it was something towards her education for helping him understand the younger generation, and he was thankful for having such an attractive companion whose name meant one thousand flowers.

She was surprised he knew that, asking if American names had meanings, as she had not discovered this through her studies of the language. He replied it wasn't usually the case, unless somebody came from a another interesting culture like Japan for instance, though a fair number of people carried around nicknames which weren't always that flattering.

The girl was like a breath of fresh air, although a little hesitant in the beginning he found she'd been told that he didn't bite, and was popular with his staff. When she spoke Ichika on occasion substituted a few words within a sentence, introducing him to new terms that didn't easily translate, particularly when it came to broader concepts which almost needed an equivalent of several paragraphs of explanation to garner even a vague understanding.

He mentioned how he originally thought about taking her bowling as he hadn't fancied the idea of a loud karaoke venue, instead he asked her opinion as to somewhere quieter, thus able to hear one another talk. At first he thought she was being indecisive, Ichika said she knew of a tranquil place they could eat and talk, but she'd never been there herself as it was considered quite expensive. Jonathan replied he certainly hadn't intended visiting a crowded sushi-bar or some other fast food establishment, asking her to tell the driver the address. Without the stress of having to drive though the busy traffic on unfamiliar streets he could give all his attention to his young companion.

Ichika admitted she would never have suggested this restaurant normally, but she'd been informed Jonathan Sama wanted to experience the finer points of their local culture, and this place was thought to be a good traditional example of Kaiseki Ryori, which would be best translated as Haute-cuisine. He found that amusing saying how she'd translated her own language into a French term, although it had become somewhat ubiquitous in itself.

He imagined you would normally have to book in advance, but eating so early it wasn't a problem securing a table. They placed their shoes in the little wooden cubby holes, then donned their slippers as they were shown to the low table on Tatami mats, to step on the mats they removed the slippers placing them beside the low table. He joked with Ichika on all the rules of etiquette which made American dinning seem so uncouth, if the meal were formal they'd both kneel, but as it was informal he could sit cross-legged while it was good form for her to sit with her legs to one side.

She said that this was a traditional Zashiki arrangement, but a Horigotatsu layout would have a deep foot-well below each low table so they could sit in a western style.

“You're most helpful Ichika, many of my work colleagues go around treading on eggshells trying not to upset the boss, instead I need someone like you treating me as a naughty child having so many new things to learn.”

She blushed at the compliment. “I must write down 'treading on eggshells' for use when talking with my friends in English, I hadn't heard that before, but knew straight away how that must be. They treat you respectfully, and it is impolite to correct your betters.”

The Oshibori arrived - wet towels to clean their hands, then they studied the menu but he gave her free-rein as what to order even though it included English translations because he wanted the maximum interaction from both cross-cultural, and the cross-generational aspects. He wanted his creations to be a convincing simulacrum of an adolescent female, and that would need to be overlaid with some considerable attitude adjustments according to global ethnic sensibilities. He imagined some customers might actually prefer their own selected Love-Doll to have the mannerisms portrayed within a more deferential society.

The establishment was certainly high-end, individual dining alcoves with sliding screens as the staff would tap gently on the screen first before entering their private nook to deliver each of the steaming bowls or platters. As was the custom they poured the drinks for each other, then after their food had arrived they ritually placed their hands together.

“Itadakimasu” I gratefully receive, that being the usual way to begin your meal.

They placed their chopsticks down on their stands between dishes, the conversation never strained, Ichika fully aware of her mother's job, and the Love-Dolls which Cutie-Doll made for customers around the world. He couldn't imagine having such a frank discussion with a teenage girl back home. If her screams of indignation weren't enough, her slapping him in a restaurant situation would soon have somebody dialling 911.

The company employed a large local workforce, so among the neighbourhood youngsters it wasn't considered that unusual, her opinion was somebody somewhere had to make all of the goods people bought regardless to the attitudes of anyone who had no use for that particular product. He praised her sensible outlook, and almost considered asking if she had been one of the girls of whom the company had made castings, but maybe he would see for himself a little later. Mind you he hadn't asked when those molds had been taken, so had his young companion had her vulva immortalised some years ago or perhaps more recently, or then again maybe never.

A silly thought passed through his mind as to whether those girls received a small royalty each time a likeness of their own pretty pussy lips left the factory.

He was sure he'd read somewhere that labia-plasty, the reduction and remodelling of that portion of the anatomy had overtaken nose-jobs as the most popular cosmetic procedure. One thing for certain, while Cutie-Doll creations might suffer from wear and tear over time they wouldn't otherwise change their appearance.

He didn't allow these fleeting thoughts to distract his attention away from his guest who was taking dainty bites from a large tempura prawn before returning it to her plate, as it was one of those few items that you couldn't consume in a single mouthful, it taking skill and practice to 'cut' food with chopsticks. He thought about those lips forming around his cock and felt a shift within his boxers, wondering if the girl had ever performed oral sex with her boyfriends. Knowing this was more than your standard Enjo kosai arrangement, she had apparently been told he wanted to discover her thoughts and experiences of sex however limited they might be at present. Smiling he thought he would widen this girl's knowledge – or something like that!

Being younger she had a sweeter tooth than those he might normally dine-out with having chosen a few items he'd not tasted before, and it went without saying they had a dessert course to finish. Not wishing to blur or diminish the sweet delights to follow he'd also been drinking something non-alcoholic with their meal.

“Gochisosama Oji-san.” 'Thank you for the feast' was to honour both the food and those who prepared the meal with Ichika adding her cheeky honorific, again calling him uncle.

“Arigato Oji-san.”

“It's me that should be thanking you, you're a delightful companion, would you like to take a stroll through the nearby park before moving onwards?”

Once again colour flushed her cheeks, undoubtedly thinking about the events that would follow, fortunately these past months spent with Sue-Lin had taught him a fully rounded erotic vocabulary, aside from the terms bukkake, anime, or manga most westerners would probably fall short of any further Japanese words relating to anything sexual, in fact hardly more than a dozen 'ordinary words' came to mind before his own course of intense study.

As they prepared to leave he watched her pull up the long loose white socks, admiring her slim legs, catching a brief glimpse of thighs as her legs parted in moving to fit the slippers for their walk to the front desk to pay and retrieve their shoes.

Jonathan asked if he could hold her hand, would she object, or might people consider it to be improper? This sparked another conversation, letting her ramble from one subject then the next, giving the odd prompt if a theme seemed relevant to his programming needs in forming some kind of baseline juvenile personality profile. His previous work had been less concerned with personality in any great depth, maybe just the odd amusing quirky trait as a minor gimmick.

They actually discussed her knowledge of the Enjo kosai arrangement, as Ichika knew that several girls in her Grade were regular participants, having her own suspicions about a few others who weren't so forthcoming, and about some girls in the year below. While this had become an established subculture during the past four decades, it was clearly at odds with supposed traditional virtues of female restraint and modesty generally displayed in Japan.

Even in their weirdly censored adult videos the female porn stars always demonstrated an air of reluctance, but accepting the sensuality and sexuality of youngsters had generally been a widespread theme present throughout Japanese art, culture and a prolific range of Lolita-Complex magazines until growing pressure from outside starting around the 1990's onwards caused more prescriptive changes to their own censorship laws.

With the direction of their discussion, he got Ichika to open-up in regard to her own sexual history. He'd have been hard-pressed guessing the age of schoolgirls back home, but with oriental girls he found it even harder, learning with shock Ichika had turned fifteen just the month before, having dated boys for nearly two years. Seven months back she decided to allow a boy of sixteen to 'be the one' but she'd found it disappointing, so they soon parted and although she had dated since then she'd only had full-on sex with one other lad who'd had slightly better skills than her first.

Once she started it was as if the floodgates had opened, most boys being too selfish, they expected her to do things they wouldn't do in return, obviously meaning oral sex, and she thought boys finished far too quickly well before she was ready. He thought her complaints were probably typical among the majority of teenage relationships, possibly the cause of many break-ups and teen angst. Basically she liked the making-out and foreplay, but had found the crescendo lacked the fireworks she was well capable of launching for herself.

He admired her pluck in having told him these things despite her obvious embarrassment, her face glowing, her voice quiet, though showing passion in her frustration with the few boys of her acquaintance. He lent a sympathetic ear commiserating, then pointed out that guys matured at a far slower rate, taking time to realise they'd reap the rewards over the longer term by treating their girlfriends more thoughtfully. Having gained so much himself from delving into her perceptions he now had other depths to investigate, calling-up the driver to ferry them to the hotel which had been arranged beforehand.

Having already received the room's key-card in advance they walked straight through the lobby bypassing the reception desk, the lift swiftly taking them to the top floor, hell why not he was a company executive. Ichika looked rather stunned by the opulence imagining their earlier restaurant to have been the highlight to this unfamiliar outing, beginning to show her nervousness regarding the activities ahead.

Jonathan wasn't in any hurry, he didn't want a frightened rabbit on his hands, sitting on a plush sofa inviting her to sit beside him as they continued their discussion from the park. This seemed to calm the girl, till they were eventually laughing and joking about her male school-friends and their ineptitude, from there it wasn't a big step putting his arm around her, then leading to the first kiss. He didn't crowd the girl or rush things, just a few more words of reassurance and they were kissing again, here she seemed on familiar ground.

The conversation got left behind, clear signs Ichika was fully engaging with the program, complying so readily in sitting crossways upon his lap to negate their difference in height as the smooching continued along with some gentle explorations. The loose brilliant white top with its white striped dark blue collar, and lighter blue knotted scarf were a familiar local sight, each school preferring their own particular colour variations. The iconic uniform tended to disguise the development of their wearers, and the fixings were pretty sneaky

A short zipper descended from the neck for ease of removal, while another zip replaced the left hand seam from the bottom to the armpit, so it didn't separate like a normal shirt or blouse, merely became looser overall. Ichika quite happily let him play with the side zip as he first tickled her tummy before venturing higher. He was thankful she was wearing a tiny soft bra, rather than one of the over-engineered monstrosities with the thick stiffened cups that were now becoming less popular locally. Once he encouraged Sue-Lin to change style, she threw away all her old 'armour plated' variety.

Like many technical people he mostly used the metric system, but he couldn't really guess her bust, waist and hips, thinking some of his former buddies would imagine her to be the size of a hippo if he just quoted the raw unqualified numbers. That was immaterial as she had small nicely rounded breasts, probably a full A-cup – that, he could estimate without any difficulty. From kissing her cute lips he swept her hair aside to nibble an earlobe as one hand moved below her blouse, up her back till he encountered the clasp of her bra.

He idly wondered if her previous boyfriends had mastered the one handed release, a trick he'd practiced in Collage, getting far more pussy there than he ever had during highschool but he concentrated on the bird-in-hand so to speak. She showed no signs of reticence as she aided him in removing the blouse, her pretty lace bra hanging loose, causing Jonathan to wonder if it had been purchased specially for this occasion. Now exposed her small tits had fairly prominent nipples, quite a few shades darker, as would be seen on a woman. She was fifteen so maybe that should be expected, this being considered a marriageable age in several countries, she certainly looked well fuckable despite his initial reservations.

Since hooking-up with Sue-Lin he'd really come to appreciate the almost faint constant-tan that was her natural skin tone, rather than the tan-lines, or salon applied fake tans which had been so commonplace back home. With rising levels of excitement Ichika kept slipping back to her native tongue, he didn't mind because he understood what she was saying, it was actually quite erotic hearing her juvenile pleas for more. He certainly intended to give her more as he moved to the floor, his hands sliding up her smooth thighs to investigate her white lacy panties that matched the bra, her current excited state quite visible from the wetness of the gusset, her hips rising in acquiescence to his questing fingers reaching towards the waistband of her underwear.

She held up her own short pleated skirt to watch, becoming concerned as his kissing rose higher up her thighs, trying to close her legs, saying they should bathe first. He was pretty sure this girl had showered that morning before school, ritual bathing was instilled in their culture as demonstrated by Sue-Lin, and her enticing sweet adolescent aroma was filling his senses. Quieting her concerns Jonathan said they could bathe after he'd eaten!

At 42 he was a decade older than Sue-Lin, whereas the girl currently wriggling on the end of his tongue was less than half that age, back home she'd be merely a Freshman in High school. Fresh tasting too, a far lighter sort of flavour than his usual diet of 'manko' another odd difference was her pubic hair, a fairly tiny compact natural smattering of straight black hairs that wouldn't need a summer trim for small bikinis. A 'bush' being bonsai sized which could be covered by a credit card with room to spare, though Sue-Lin didn't have a hair on her body other than her lustrous main and eyebrows, the rest permanently removed using the latest cosmetic laser techniques. Rigorous depilation had become de-rigour among the professional classes of younger women, he later discovered from Ichika it was common for her schoolgirl friends to first demonstrate this sign of womanhood before losing it forever.

Fortunately real life didn't echo it's porn equivalent, Ichika not making the stupid squealing noises so common to their country's JAV film output, her breathlessness, precious sounds and her movements alone were the natural clues as to her rising levels of excitement.

While she didn't put it into words herself he was convinced this was her first orgasm from oral sex, so maybe the girl would be more demanding of her lovers in future.

After a short period of recovery he helped the glowing girl to her feet, soon divesting her of the skirt and long white socks, her clothing now scattered about the sofa, then the girl shyly helped him to disrobe before he lead her into the hotel bathroom.

This was the best of east meets west divided into two parts, their common type of bidet toilet having a water saving handbasin above, then a sliding glass partition into the formal bathing area modelled upon the traditional pattern of Japanese bathing. He settled on washing Ichika first as she sat on the low stool that looked like some misshaped upturned plastic trash bin using the hand-spray, working up a foaming lather then thoroughly rinsing it away again as the deep tub wasn't meant for actual washing, simply for relaxing.

It had been very stimulating to investigate her whole body, much more enjoyable using his hands rather than some interposing wash-cloth. When they swapped places he noted her fascination with his rampant cock, or as she would say 'chinpoko' he assured her it wasn't large because he was a gaijin, it was merely because he was an adult while her previous experiences involved teenage lads who hadn't yet fully developed, thus she wasn't to be concerned as her body would readily adapt when the time came.

Her enthusiasm won-out overcoming any shyness, his cock, balls, and ass extensively and carefully washed, her smaller hands and lack of experience being so different from having Sue-Lin perform the same task. Rinsed of any lingering soap they climbed into the deep hot water, hands exploring for the joys of touching one another rather than the purpose of washing, in effect it was both relaxing and stimulating, preparing her for additional fun.

Nakedness was more common to this culture in the use of natural hot springs, and among families where it wouldn't seem unusual for two or three generations of a family to use the bathing facilities together at any one time. As everybody washed thoroughly beforehand they didn't need to constantly replace the hot-tub bathing water either, although that was different in the case of hotels, because it would be drained cleaned then freshly refilled for each new occupant.

Jonathan had sought to learn about these cultural differences even before his relocation in order that he could quickly adapt to the social mores of his newly adopted domicile, while Cutie-Doll had dealt with much of the official paperwork concerning his move and status as an employee. These thoughts were far from his mind as they gently dried one another before returning to the bedroom. Picking up the startled girl he tossed her onto the bed as he then mercilessly tickled her, thinking that the playfulness would help relieve any of the concerns she might harbour about having sex with a guy old enough to be her father, or in this case a missing or absent father.

That topic hadn't been relative to their earlier discussions where he'd wanted to get some insight into the mindset of an adolescent girl for programming purposes. If this was actual research he could imagine endless queues forming, trailing off into the distance with guys volunteering to take his place. A tough job, but someone had to do it, in this case do her, as the girl lay panting, now ready for something other than his fingers in tickle mode.

Yes the kissing she liked, and the nipple play, the nipple kissing too, and she about came unhinged at the thought of more pussy licking. She actually suggested herself licking on his chinpoko, wanting to try this with somebody who wouldn't behave like those teenage boys of her acquaintance. While he greatly enjoyed her efforts, giving her several pointers, he actually wanted to screw his now willing playmate, thinking it would've been fun having a much longer session to both gather data and to enjoy an extraordinary experience.

While parting her lips he thought her labia though far from fully formed, were still further developed than various molds generally used throughout the Junior range of Love-Dolls.

Jonathan was hardly complaining as he nudged apart her love lips, the girl having no lack of natural lubrication, her hips shifting about as if anxious to achieve their mating, pushing back with an urgency, as her tight little sleeve was beginning to flower, giving way slowly to his encroaching manhood. Gently he pushed forward, retreating, then gaining further purchase as she accepted his invading flesh.

She was undoubtedly snug, whereas the women of his acquaintance required a muscular discipline to achieve anything nearing this level of satisfying tightness. He actually needed to move slowly, the pleasure of being with this young girl something beyond his recall at any stage during his own early love life. Then again during his own impetuous youth, had he been in any position to truly appreciate the pussy he'd got back then, pretty much like those hair-trigger merchants which Ichika had encountered herself.

He had her almost doubled over, her legs bent, her feet pushing against his shoulders as they rocked together, the head of his cock tapping against her rubbery cervix, Jonathan asking how she felt, knowing some women liked that nudging sensation whereas another might find it uncomfortable. As one hand roamed her body enamoured of her soft smooth skin, the other sought her clit, adding some stimulation as he doubted his own abilities to last under these unaccustomed circumstances.

He watched as her legs jerked in spasms, her hair looking dishevelled, a glow spreading over her skin despite the air conditioning. They even had a word for the 'weird face' some women would make in the throws of orgasmic pleasure 'ahegao' which is what he could see looking at Ichika. With her pelvic contortions and the pulsing of her teenage pussy he followed her lead, her contractions almost enough to halt his own ejaculation, his spunk in hot jets flooding her little manko, possibly easing his last few thrusts as he came to rest.

Yes sir more research – bring it on!

While it was great to bask in the afterglow, he was losing his rigidity, being squeezed out of her incredibly hot tight sleeve, a stream of white spunk dribbling out, before her pussy seemed to seal closed again, snapping shut as if unaccustomed to being stretched open in such a lewd manner.

“Kimochii.” He knew that term 'Feels good' his little teenage companion feeling satisfied from their coupling. It would raise expectations of her male school-friends, unfortunately it was unlikely she would encounter anyone to scratch that itch unless they had a good deal of experience, but that normally came after a lengthy 'apprenticeship' of sorts.

After a little more snuggle time where he praised the girl saying how enjoyable he'd found her company they returned to the bathroom for the purpose of washing. Ichika felt no ill effects or soreness, boasting she felt a warm glow inside, red faced she swore she would be leaking his juice all the next day from the way it had forcefully pumped inside her when she was so stuffed by his massive gaijin chinpoko, at which they both began laughing.

Jonathan gathered together her clothing prior to helping her dress, loving how easily she blushed when he pointed out how juice stained her half dried panties appeared. She knew he wasn't being deliberately mean about it, more-so he was addressing the issue this was just another indication of how she was growing-up.

Ichika said how some classmates sold their soiled underwear to the Burusera stores where men purchased the used panties, and were willing to pay extra if the bagged panties came complete with a photograph of their former owner. While it might be embarrassing dealing with a store manager, it meant those girls could then afford to buy many replacements, so overall it was considered a great way for getting rid of worn out panties. She hesitated for a bit then mentioned some store owners paid a bonus if they witnessed the girls taking off these panties which they wished to sell.

It confirmed his thoughts there were perverts everywhere, but at least the Japanese were fairly open about all their various kinks or fetishes. His mind flipped back to his visit with the lead mold technician, looking at the 8 to 14 moldings then marvelling at the time how 'almost anyone' might have such a detailed knowledge about an adolescent's pussy juice. Maybe he wasn't an expert quite yet – but he was gaining answers for himself!!

Sadly he had to deliver this girl back to her home, from his perspective it had been a most enjoyable and enlightening experience, so he asked if Ichika was willing to become part of a consultation team helping to shape the personality profile of the coming adolescent dolls he was developing. He'd not imagined there were any topics left to cause further blushing, however he was proved wrong, Ichika showing quite a strong reaction, not able to look at him as she inquired if this would involve further 'private' meetings together.

Well this girl was hot to trot, so he promised to see what could be arranged.

After dropping the girl at her home and watching her safely inside the driver then dropped him outside Sue-Lin's apartment, where she was anxiously waiting to learn his views about the usefulness of that day's research. She wanted a blow by blow account, then added her own insights from a female prospective, now rekindling memories of her schoolgirl crushes and those insecurities that plagued her adolescent years. Jonathan was of a mind that her retrospective opinions were clouded or maybe even tainted from her experiences following that time of indecisive youthful encounters during a period of angst and uncertainties.

Reluctantly she had to agree, realising their best research would really come from those girls having a limited knowledge, but without having any depth of experience themselves. Nevertheless hearing of the evening and discussing it caused Sue-Lin to want a helping of gaijin chinpoko for herself, playfully sucking it first, joking that she was checking to see if it tasted of teenage pussy. Sue-Lin would happily talk dirty in English or Japanese, which meant he was 'forced' to endure a second round of contrasting sexual activity before he was able to sleep that night.

Chapter 3 – The pace of research increases.

As Jonathan sat at his workstation he reflected back over the past month since his fateful initiation into illicit adolescent sex. If six months ago somebody had whispered in his ear that scenario was even possible, he would've been dialling for site security telling them to have the lunatic removed from the building.

As Sue-Lin promised Ichika was merely the first of several young girls. While he had joked about staff loyalty, it had been demonstrated time and again, unbelievably the employees felt a sense of pride if their own young daughter's were 'permitted' to help Jonathan-Sama with his research. They actually saw his endeavours to produce a 'Living-Doll' as a marker that would place them years ahead of their competitors.

It was all well and good collecting them from school then finding some venue in which to spend time prior to a dalliance where he would note their reactions to sexual encounters, but half of that process was consuming time that could be better spent. Therefore with a typically Japanese eye to efficiency he was given use of the Guest-House which didn't see much use anyway, mostly visiting executives from their satellite manufacturing facilities for quarterly production meetings. The local area was a hotchpotch of construction, giving no thought to zoning residential, commercial, and industrial areas separately, hence several neat homes abutted the factory complex, five housed plant managers, while the grandest was reserved for visitors.

Jonathan spent half his time there, moving in some of his wardrobe, and buying a second wash-kit and shaver. Since leaving the States he'd dispensed with beard and moustache as facial hair wasn't often seen, and Sue-Lin was thankful for that change too, just one more reason his old colleagues wouldn't recognise him. He wasn't exactly splitting from Sue-Lin, but suspected their time was nearly over, so he should look for an apartment or house of his own anyway. It was useful for his succession of young playmates instead of relying on the discretion of hotel staff regardless of how much business Cutie-Doll passed their way.

Eiko the fourteen year old after Ichika didn't leave so much of an impression, even if each of the girls became part of the consciousness profile for the adolescent mindset that was emerging from this ongoing project. Twelve year old Aiko 'Love child' expressed boundless curiosity, not just of sex, but all manner of subjects, she also had the smallest breasts that were still worthy of that title, Mount Fuji in miniature times two. Had he tried he could've counted the hairs on her mound - with the aid of a magnifying glass! Her own little mount of Venus was so perfect he encouraged her folks to have it join the 'collection' but who of his old workmates might believe his current job might include building a varied selection of castings taken of such sweet young vulva's.

He remembered back to that moment of panic after Ichika, Sue-Lin roaring with laughter, as of course all the girls he would see had active or passive birth control dependent upon whether they had yet begun ovulating. He approved of her own contraceptive prescription because it eliminated menstruation, plus all the hormonal crap that went with it – no PMT, win-win all the way. It had been one of those endocrinological advances from decades ago waiting on the sidelines for approval, now countless women reaped it's host of benefits.

After his initial shock with regard to 'field-testing' actual young girls to gather information on both a mental and physical perspective, his own attitudes had mellowed, realising this wasn't something the girls themselves abhorred, they were very curious and engaged as it was only societal pressures which prevented them from following their own growing urges. He suspected children had been playing 'Doctor' ever since there'd been Doctors, because he remembered playing that himself with a cute little cousin when they were eight or nine.

Back to his current world Hoshi had been ten 'almost eleven' as she was quick to point out and her name translated as - Star. Having free rein of the guest house meant there was no need to rush, his own guests could stop overnight providing they didn't have to get ready for school the next morning. Sometimes he had to pinch himself to prove this was all real, following his chosen branch of research in applied AI, while living in a somewhat crazy sort of sexual kaleidoscope where nothing seemed off limits.

Naked Hoshi wasn't quite flat chested, looking like someone had placed two acorns under a tablecloth, very cute, and just waiting for those hormones to boost their growth, though they bothered her being as they were sensitive, always rubbing against her clothing.

Both her areola and nipples were much less defined, and their colour only a shade darker than the surrounding flesh. He got the impression she was in a hurry to 'grow-up' wanting to emulate her older neighbourhood playmates, though he imagined she would have good reason for boasting rights the next day, the girls so far seemed to take pride in the fact it was a 'Company' endeavour that was a source of great honour – while also a secret!

More-so with this girl he felt she was looking in both directions, childhood to one side and the world of becoming a teenager so tantalising, yet out of reach for a couple more years. Regardless of her torn feelings in that respect, her playfulness came to the fore because life was still fun without any true responsibilities. Taking part in something her parents felt was important made her feel special, and that in itself helped him introduce her to feelings she hadn't expected, although in their discussions he learned she was an avid masturbator therefore she loved it that two people could share that enjoyable game.

Aside from probing around her clit, he probed her thoughts, and her current knowledge of those words pertaining to the human body. While chin-chin might be their childish way of calling a young boy's willie his pee-pee, on the other hand aside from 'manko' Hoshi knew chitso, wareme, plus a few other regional or childish names for her own small pussy which was totally devoid of even the finest angel hair. One thing he'd discovered since moving was that certain regional dialects existed, plus several now endangered languages that were spoken among few people, and confined to some of the Nation's smaller islands.

He hadn't really expected anything more than a blowjob, thinking he should be very wary of her sharp looking teeth, but that wasn't the case at all. Having had a few weeks notice in advance of their 'date' the girl had been practising with her hairbrush!

Jonathan decided he needed to have strong words with Sue-Lin the next day.

It was only to be expected that he'd become immersed into the 'Company' culture with all his interaction throughout the various departments, after all he was a Departmental Head himself. Aside from the total interactivity of his own advanced range, everyone pointed out that existing Love-Dolls although posable, weren't best suited to anything other than male superior lovemaking positions. Being self-powered and thus active, his creations would be able to engage in any position which was feasible within any flesh and blood relationship.

Looking at the diminutive 10 (nearly 11) year old Hoshi, he feared he might crush the poor girl, so she was happy to climb over him after an extended period of foreplay to try his fat looking chinpoko for size. He'd been surprised this girl lubricated to the extent that she did as he'd found a supply of both anal and vaginal lubricants in the bedside cabinet that had somehow appeared by themselves – probably Sue-Lin's doing.

Far from apprehensive, the young girl enthusiastically slid back and forth over his steel hard erection spreading their combined fluids prior to seeing if it would actually fit inside her slim body. Surprisingly it did, Jonathan expecting to see the outline of his intrusion on her flat tummy, but no, it was deep inside somewhere. Well not any old somewhere, in the tightest young snatch he could imagine, yet the girl showed no distress, more like a sense of wonder and achievement. Laying there in wonderment himself he still needed to wear two hats, despoiler of young virgins, and social scientist as he noted her reactions to this totally new phenomena. Anything he missed he could always review on one of the multiple video recordings afterwards!

She wasn't to be the last virgin, nor the youngest girl to share his bed, and besides some of his previous companions made return visits – for data gathering purposes obviously...

Cutie-Doll considered themselves as part of the 'Big-Three' and although there were many other players within the market, they vied for top spot with their two main rivals, because every year they each introduced small incremental improvements to their product ranges. For now his own advanced product development department was under wraps, nobody in their competitive field aware that Cutie-Doll would steal the limelight having a product that was destined to blow away the competition. A fully interactive mobile Doll capable of being mistaken for a human was inconceivable within their industry, which was why everybody in the company was treating him with such respectful reverence.

He couldn't count the number of times poor Jessica had been disassembled to retrofit the latest upgrade option, most times he couldn't watch, but the team they'd drawn together were each leaders within their own specialist fields. Previously he hadn't been much of a team player while employed at Omega, working alone to develop his ideas, surrounded by motivated skilled staff he was now able to devote more time to his software development.

AI, or the concept of AI had been around for a long time, the large Corporations jealously guarding their own particular developments, but there existed a small though growing list of Open Source library files covering a range of topics. He had contributed a few himself, and although they were 'out there' numerous other developers had tweaked those files to increase their utility. The algorithms for movement and general obstacle avoidance having been around for decades, as were many of the optical and scanner technology recognition routines. Placing a tray of random objects in front of Jessica she would identify everything with ease, even making educated guesses as to the more obscure items that would've also had the general public scratching their collective heads.

The building bricks he'd used allowing movement or reaction within any environment, and recognising the objects or people had been selected and improved as and when the chips had allowed for the phenomenal processing power he felt necessary to achieve perfection.

Dressed in the standard factory uniform he'd walked around their extensive facility with his 'daughter' in tow as she asked the staff questions. He'd gotten away with this at first, but now wide-eyed workers would deliberately try slipping something random or unexpected into their responses. At first Jessica didn't handle that very well, though when her learning responses kicked-in, she either mentioned she didn't understand or asked them to repeat themselves, later-on she even began to call them out for being silly.

Another team member would normally accompany them because Jessica's responses given in fluent Japanese were sometime beyond what he could follow by himself. Of course she was able to determine this, because aside from facial recognition, her finely tuned systems had algorithms for detecting emotional responses to a higher level than many people were capable of noticing. The women on his team likened it to female intuition, which made him glow with fatherly pride.

There was still some way to go in honing her 'emotional development' as he'd spent hours agonising on how to make those adjustments. Finally he decided he could only take that aspect so far, beyond those limits Jessica and her ilk would need to learn about emotional intelligence much like any emerging adolescent. In fact when their marketing department learned about this they were ecstatic, imagining the copy they could write that would extol this amazing concept that this companion would gradually learn these aspects of real life.

The company's legal team were the last people he expected to come visiting, but the were rightly concerned about any liability claims, what if some Jessica clone were to knock over a small child, or do any number of things which might cause issues of a legal nature.

He had to give them a potted history lesson starting with Asimov's Three Laws from back in the forties and fifties of the previous century, and how they'd been refined and distilled by ever more increasing safeguards as and when autonomous devices grew in complexity. There would be no S&M version within his range simply because the range of conflicts it could introduce would be an irresolvable nightmare of programming that would create an endless cycle of lock-out loops.

For him the hardest modifications had been those times she was re-skinned, he couldn't stay around to watch, burying himself in programming until it was over, though from their last iteration he couldn't imagine how they could possibly make any further improvements as even under the closest inspection each pore and follicle seemed to have been replicated with microscopic precision. He was gazing at the fine details of her face while she was in wake mode when she suddenly told him to stop staring as she was becoming embarrassed by his close scrutiny, the rosy glow to her cheeks confirming that statement.

He apologised saying she was so pretty he couldn't help but look, now her face and ears if anything became redder, although in no way appearing unnatural. While she'd become a common sight around their factory complex, aside from the public sales showroom, they hadn't made any plans for her appearing outside for the time being. All those staff who'd met Jessica were very pleased when she later greeted them by name, asking about their family in such a way it was like a concerned teenager enquiring about playmates or school friends having missed seeing them over the holidays. These trips around the facility were part of establishing and growing her socialisation abilities, they wanted her later clones to behave like real adolescents not like some barely talkative toddler.

Having built a core personality while ironing out both a mental profile, and those physical issues which arose, they were now looking towards any further problems which might turn up when they tweaked her physical dimensions. Computer simulations in combination with the hardware issues placed limitations over what was possible without any major overhaul on the sub-system components, or software rewrites as changing the centre of gravity to any greater extent meant reworking the balance equations due to the longer leg issues.

This was a milestone in itself as they now had the upper and lower limits for their batch of initial run models. 1300mm or 4' 2½” as the smallest to 1560mm or 5' 2” as the tallest in their advanced range. In the west that equated to the average heights of girls between 8 and 13 years old. Those were only average approximations, as changing hip or bust size, and then adjusting the facial features they could achieve the appearance of some female anywhere within the normal range of standard deviation, so maybe a short girl of sixteen.

If presented with oriental features it represented adolescents of an appropriately elevated age profile, covering a range of girls from nine onwards, but overall as adults were shorter than their western counterparts it was feasible for them to be represented. For this reason dependent on those same caveats they'd already discussed the 1560mm frame could well have the external appearance of an oriental girl of sixteen all the way through to an adult female. That said they'd need to limit bust sizes to avoid weight distribution problems, so therefore - no C-cups.

These issues had mostly been resolved through simulation modelling having used the real world data which they'd gathered from Jessica. Their development team already knowing from the current range of 'static' Love-Dolls that it was necessary to change the width of the internal hip arrangement and leg attachments to seem realistic once a Doll gained the figure of advanced adolescence or teetering towards womanly. Their basic armature core now made provision for 'stretching, shrinking, or widening' relevant to the design brief for each finished Doll.

They were just beginning to tool-up for production when Marketing devised an in-house competition to name the new advanced range of Dolls. It was a little unfair for that small faction of the staff members who couldn't speak English as they wanted a catchy acronym which would highlight the outstanding features of their new product line.

Obviously Jonathan sat on the judging panel when it had been whittled down to the last nine finalists...

Angel - Autonomous Naughty Girlish Erotic Lover

Aware - Actively Willing Autonomous & Realistically Erotic

Dream-girl - Delightfully Realistic Erotic Animated Model-Girl

Girl - Gracious Intelligent Realistic Lover

Magic - Motivated Autonomous Girl, Intelligent & Cute

Nymphet - New Young Precociously Motivated Humanistic Erotic Temptress

Sweet - Sexy Willing Erotic Early Teen

Sylph - Sensual Young Loving Personal Helper

That was the alphabetically arranged list of the runners-up, some maybe stretching the rules themselves in being a little clunky, but they all received a welcome gift voucher for their efforts. Others had tried with titles like Temptress, Lolita, Living-Doll, and so on but their mangled jumble of descriptive terms didn't have the appeal of their outright winner.

Fairy - Fully Autonomous Intelligent Realistic Youngster.

Complete with the tag line..... You need a FAIRY in your life.

In the west that may not have worked 20 or 30 years previously, as the word 'fairy' might have been used by elderly less politically correct persons as a derogatory slur for someone who was gay. The rainbow alliance of LGBT plusness had rendered that language obsolete.

Marketing had only reached a position to work on their strategy through his team having brain stormed with Sales over what was or wasn't possible. A Fairy could have an external appearance ranging anywhere from eight to sixteen in a Caucasian guise, or realistically be anywhere from say nine through to adulthood with Oriental features. Those guises were of course only two of the many ethnicities their make-up design team could replicate.

While the face could have permanent 'makeup' that was considered 'old-hat' something for the lower classes of product. Branded Cosmetics could be applied and removed if required, but with such classically beautiful facial features available it would seem an unnecessary waste of time unless you were taking her out for the evening. Cheekily they had thought to include the 'Starstruck' option as available on former top-end ranges, whereby your Doll could bare a passing resemblance to some famous actress, singer, or whoever took your fancy as a fantasy lover – regardless of their own feelings or indifference towards you!

Despite the yearning for perfection, having molds for an amazing line-up of existing pretty faces, regional peculiarities had to be considered, like the Japanese 'Yaeba' a snaggletooth fetish for girls with crazily uneven teeth – each to their own. One feature that wouldn't be immediately apparent to the users was that the teeth were partially retractable during oral sex, a fair number of the engineering team suggesting that would be a useful feature for real women. While in their friendly mixed atmosphere nobody voiced any complaints, one female engineer suggested husbands or boyfriends having longer tongues, and a chinpoko that was adjustable for length and girth - accompanied by much friendly laughter.

The hair would be indistinguishable from the real thing, and like the whole body so easy to keep clean, because a Fairy could join you in the bath, shower, or hot-tub as would any flesh and blood companion. While Sales imagined over ninety percent would be ordered in a Paipan mode – the fully depilated appearance; those of a younger stature would've been a representation of girls presenting a naturally bald pubis anyway.

Generally speaking overall height would determine the body shape profile following those contours for the representative age of each Doll within certain parameters, while the size of breasts would be an owner preference. Most of their smaller sizes would be 'Petannko' otherwise known as flat-chested, although the Japanese had numerous terms which had the exact same meaning. They could provide anything from nipples that barely broke the surface of an otherwise flat chest to those that were slightly raised going up incrementally, and varying in shape, conical or rounded, stopping at a modest B-cup.

The client could deliver images, or 3D scans and Cutie-Doll would match that desire, while the nipples themselves would be Haptically responsive to stimulation, gaining additional colouring and stiffness. The range of options went far beyond a tick box exercise where their competitors had maybe a dozen variants with each model in their range.

The construction had been radically rethought from the inside out because of that radical new build method the client could order accordingly, having the musculature of a budding gymnast, that of a runner or swimmer, or even a girl more generously proportioned like one avoiding sports. The fleshier models would be popular with the middle eastern buyers.

It turned out Jonathan hadn't been alone in sampling adolescent manko for the purposes of research, several guys had followed his lead, purely on the grounds of added realism to ensure they were as faithful to original as it was possible to be - yes obviously!!

Jonathan knew the team were careful with regard to internal arrangements, especially in terms of altering the balance or weight distribution, though the last of the major changes had gained a twofold advantage, moving the centre of gravity down to an optimal position while wrapping the battery around the anal and vaginal cavities, thus making that whole core area just a little warmer. The armature itself became a heatsink which then dissipated evenly through the subcutaneous layers to provide a surface temperature profile that was also a fairly accurate simulacrum of normal bodily heat losses.

Jonathan himself was at loss as to what more he could do from an AI prospective in order to replicate a real personality. He had built a solid core which would then rely upon further learning to grow the individual personality of each Fairy which left their facility. Each of the Dolls would have roughly similar internals other than their overall height, then they would each gain characteristics chosen by the client to fulfill their own wishes. Then final items would be the primary language, and the cognisance levels set to the appropriate age thus matching the final body appearance.

Every Doll would have a worldwide language set with translation abilities, together with a complete and comprehensive database with the information he and his team had collated, but blocks would be put in place to provide the expected responses. An autonomous kind of override would make the entire intelligence database available in emergency situations, to provide the safest possible outcome if something unexpected were to occur.

There came a time when you had to cease twiddling the knobs, Jonathan along with his team knowing they'd reached the point of diminishing returns. It would soon be time to release their creation into the wild; they were slowly accumulating a growing inventory of basic armatures that were awaiting the addition of their external coverings. Each of the many subsystems had been tested, and Jessica as the current lone example had gradually been learning interpersonal skills during her increasing times of wakefulness.

Nobody else could do this, it was his job, his dream, even though it now differed from his original intentions. Jessica was about to become a full-time personality, living a 24/7 type of existence, this would be proof of the pudding, putting his money where his mouth was.

He walked Jessica outside the factory although the open spaces and clear blue sky above were 'new' they were within her database, as she learned to experience them for real for the first time, looking upwards and identifying the species of bird perched on a branch. Inside the guest-house he suggested she wander around to familiarise herself with her new home.

“Which is my bedroom Daddy?”

“You can share the master bedroom suite with me Jessica.”

“Thank you Daddy, that will be better than being alone.”

Unlike some semi-autonomous system he was unable to predict what her responses would be to any given situation, he was learning every bit as much as she was.

He asked a good deal of questions, just to gauge her reactions to this new living space, a place she hadn't encountered before. A decade earlier it would've taken the world's twenty top super-computers to provide Jessica's computational capability, but as they sat on the sofa watching that evening's news broadcast in Japanese, they intelligently talked about those same current affairs items in English, Jessica knowing it was his primary language.

Their own interactions might have mimicked a father and daughter almost anywhere other than the fact Jessica didn't eat, but she did appear to enjoy the occasional glass of water which her systems could utilise. Living with Jessica would prove so different from the odd hour, or even those afternoons which they'd spent previously during her wake periods.

During those socialisation jaunts people all around the plant had seen the charming naive bilingual Caucasian girl of about twelve keen to learn about what each of the workers did in order to earn a living. Her curiosity was part of her delightful personality, always polite as she followed her father, also so obedient. Her long wavy auburn locks were often seen in a pony tail, but she could equally well wear it loose, or be able to fix it in any of a dozen different styles all by herself.

“That's enough television for one evening honey, let's bathe and get ready for bed.”

He let her precede him up the stairs, never tiring of seeing how well she moved. So many former automatons used wheels or tracks, but walking had always been the main goal, as everyone knew 'Daleks' would fail to rule the world when they came across their first set of stairs. All joking aside the humanoid form, especially of reduced stature was best fitted to navigate the man-made or natural environments. Earlier physical tests had proved she could do anything an athletic girl of the same size could manage from running, swimming, or simple gymnastic moves, through to the jungle-gym of an adventure playground.

Her movements deliberately mimicked that of her human counterpart, she could sashay or wiggle her hips with the best of them in parody of a catwalk model, equally able to move barefoot, in slippers, or wearing high-heels. Her training worked whether they were using data-files or utilizing her own visual inputs to absorb information. From watching toddlers take their first steps, or stoke victims relearning how to walk early robotics engineers saw how difficult it was to replicate that process, because walking was effectively a controlled form of falling over, starting to fall when on one leg, then shifting the weight to repeat the process on the opposite side.

“Do you need to pee first, or are you ready for me to help you wash?”

“I don't need to pee right now Daddy, if you help me wash, then I can help you too.”

In 99.8% of situations she was now capable of giving a sensible and reliable response, on those few occasions she couldn't process an answer, she would respond with some stock phrase which wouldn't seem out of place. While she had no need to piss as such, it was a part of her self-cleaning routine, the obvious way of flushing accumulated semen from any of her three functional orifices which then mimicked a natural bodily process.

A reserve “Jessica-mind” was maintained on a spare 777-835-C chipset, it wasn't as if he didn't have a few readily available! Her current experiences, original databases, together with all her self-learnt modifiers were the sum total of what made Jessica, Jessica.

Aside from her personal interactions, the core programming would also be the seed basis from which all her future sisters would begin. As they would each have their own set of personal learning experiences, they would all develop on slightly differing paths, their own form of nature versus nurture over and above the initial common data-set.

To ensure 'Jessica' was never lost, that reserve chipset was stored in a vault, and regularly updated via a secure communications relay, therefore it would never be more than a few minutes out of sync from real time events.

As he reached for the bottom hem of her T-shirt she raised her arms to cooperate with it's removal. Although he'd seen her naked countless times before, and in her former less than perfect iterations, she now appeared to be a stunning twelve year old girl making her slow advance into puberty. He had agonised over her eventual breast size, going for a modest A-cup after looking through a wide selection of photographs and 3D scans. They were just perfect for her slim athletic build, smooth gentle cones with small areola having cute perky darker nipples that became noticeable with a drop in temperature, or due to rising arousal.

As the shirt pulled free he looked into her sparkling hazel eyes, eyes that would appear to change with the light. Of course she didn't need to rely solely on visual inputs because she had proximity sensors around her skull, her hands, and her feet, which made it difficult to surprise her. This also meant she was less likely to trip on rough ground, or miss grasping an object even in total darkness.

He kissed the tip of her cute upturned nose, those silly jokes from the facial build team as they asked him to pick a nose, just so childish. Her face was well balanced, at that stage were it was showing a little character, but without the adolescent issue of acne breakouts.

It wasn't perfectly symmetrical because that would've been a mistake, nobody had a face that was exactly the same on both sides. Kneeling down he ran his hands over her lovely derrière, bottom, buttocks, tush, posterior, or fanny, in case anyone hadn't guessed yet he was a guy who liked nice buns, although the Brits used fanny to mean pussy – whatever!

The jeans covering that marvel had to go, his hands slid round to the snap, then lowered the zipper. It wasn't until recently he'd given much thought to her attire, but Sue-Lin with a couple of women engineers from the team had relished the opportunity to purchase the starter wardrobe Jessica would require in her role as a 24/7 companion. He lowered them carefully, not wanting to snag the panties too, wishing the unveiling to be one garment at a time. Next he went for the socks, and while she could balance with ease on one leg she placed a hand on his shoulder because that would be the more normal human response.

In the space of just a single day he noted a little fluff from the socks gathered between her toes, a hint of grime around her dainty toenails, yes she would need regular bathing and not simply because of the intended function of Jessica and her as yet 'unborn' sisters.

Her hands and feet were were incredible in their realism, going into far greater detail than his original intention, fingerprints, the skin creases around joints, the appearance of veins beneath the skin, while in fact the visible action of tendons was the engineering following the utility of the biology which it mimicked.

His hands tracing the route upwards over calf and thighs experienced the supposed play of the musculature that reminded him of his recent young visitors. On removing her soft white panties, he allowed the fabric to roll, causing the dainty little garment to show off the gusset as it cleared her bald resilient pubic mound. Again the resemblance was really remarkable, evidence of leakage, which became more viscous and creamy over time, then leaving deposits and stains on the cotton which no previous generation of Love-Doll would have done...

“Hurry-up Daddy, I want to undress you now.”

“Yes of course, I'll stay down here on the floor, that will make it easier for you to remove my shirt honey.”

Her amazingly dexterous fingers could easily undo the buttons, then she asked him to rise as she tackled his jeans and socks. Now touching her shoulders to retain his own balance it wouldn't necessarily be apparent she was actually far stronger and tougher than people might imagine, mistakenly thinking she wouldn't exceed the capabilities of some girl with a similar stature. These weren't issues of interest to their sales team, irrelevant to how this coming generation would be viewed by their future owners.

Every moment Jessica was awake provided time for additional learning experiences which would affect and shape her core personality. Some things she just 'inherently knew' from her base datasets, but it wasn't always so obvious what would spark her to ask questions.

The Jessica he was now dealing with was a dialled-back version, the massive amounts of collated information not at the forefront of her active consciousness as he recorded those responses she made to her new always-on lifestyle.

She didn't react either way to seeing his flaccid member any more than she did to her own naked body, for now it was simply just as it was. Stepping into the wet bathing area of the bathroom he first adjusted the spray temperature then began washing her all over, with an addition of body-wash raising a pleasant foamy lather, soapsuds running down her body as he enjoyed cleaning her just as he would've with any flesh and blood female.

Her haptic response systems also relayed her reactions to a 'pleasure register' dependent upon how and where she was touched, matching similar parameters of how anyone might react to the stimulation of a lover during foreplay. In a calculator when the 'units' register was full, a digit transferred to the 'tens' register and so on, the same happened with her growing responses to touch. They could be ramped-up, then would self-dissipate should those stimulations cease, it was actually far more complex, but this was her reward centre, and this same register also stacked-up through providing pleasure to her primary human.

“I like it when you wash me Daddy, does that make me naughty?”

“No my precious, it's not naughty, it's natural to feel good when you're being pampered by somebody who cares for you.”

“Daddy your penis is growing, is that the right word or is it too medical, I known another word, could I call it your cock, or is that word rude?”

“No it's fine you can call it my cock, but only when we're alone together or with very close friends, it's one of those things concerning socially acceptable conditions.”

With every fresh input or response new synapses were formed creating further real world links which caused her background files to be more relevant to her current environment.

Cleaning between her legs she pushed back, increasing the pressure on those particular areas which contained increasingly higher numbers of touch receptors, a fairly natural type of reaction that was only tempered to some extent by additional programming parameters such as how far up or down her embarrassment quotient had been set. Effectively he was learning about this just as much as Jessica herself. Each of her future sisters would require a fine balance of numerous adjustable personality traits altered within certain limits to suit their future owners.

Jonathan eased back for now on providing too much stimulation from discovering that the system was working properly. Jessica would doubtlessly discover for herself that she also gained pleasure as she noted how much he liked being washed by a pleasant companion. Previously tiny sample skin patches of various receptor densities had simply been wired-up then tested, Jessica as one entire holistic system in herself was a magnitude of competing signals and responses that represented the closest to an analogous human in existence.

She 'knew' about washing, covering all it's various manifestations be those cultural or from hygienic and practical issues. There was an underlying subset of programming which spelt out differing rules would apply within private settings where 'publicly acceptable' behaviour might be relaxed to accommodate other chosen activities.

Jonathan enjoyed being on the receiving end, Jessica being less tentative than some of his recent young visitors, though showing equal fascination with the hydraulics of a masculine phallus, testing it's bounce and all it's characteristics as if imprinting it upon her minds eye as further synapses closed. This would become 'her' cock although that concept wasn't yet at the forefront of her consciousness, and unlike her human counterparts jealousy had no significance in private, only a dampened conceptual issue which might be an insignificant part of her outside-in-public personality.

“Do you like Daddy's cock?”

“Yep, it's kinda interesting.”

“Well I think it's thoroughly clean now, let's rinse away the soapsuds and soak for a bit.”

He noted the contractions in her speech pattern, this was yet another variable, which they expected owners would tweak between public and private settings, maybe wanting full-on slut mode speech in private, with high class intellectual, or whatever took their fancy in all other situations. That wasn't so different from how people behaved playing a part to those who were present in a particular social environment. Timbre and pitch of the voice simply became another of those qualities which would initially match the Doll's age profile, with customers able to have Cutie-Doll technicians create a voice copying any sound sample.

When it came to behavioural characteristics, they'd had physiologists, social scientists and people from his specialist team list hundreds of words that described the moods, actions, and responses across their profiled age range from pre-teen and on through adolescence. Susceptibility to boredom for instance didn't make the cut, but playfulness or the desire to tease, along with countless others were traits that were each tweakable, hence the overall personality combinations were infinite.

After a relaxing soak he stepped from the tub offering his hand to Jessica, with his eyes closed he felt certain he wouldn't know the hand he held wasn't that of one of his previous young visitors, and drying her was equally enjoyable. Her own girly bathing products were

arranged in the bathroom, thus she joined him at the double vanity counter to brush her own teeth, rinsing and spitting into the basin, but that was the only thing she'd spit-out.

“Daddy should I wear a nightie to bed?”

“You can if you wish, though I usually prefer to sleep naked myself.”

“I'm sure you know best, I'll sleep naked too.”

“Would you like to snuggle with me?”

“Oh yes, it feels good with our skin touching, it makes me feel happy.”

Although it was a slightly surreal conversation, it wasn't in any way forced or discordant.

Laying there with her in his arms he became aware of how her ribcage moved in rhythm, while moving his hand to her chest he could just about detect the faux heartbeat below. These two life-signs hadn't been required previously, and would've been superfluous with any former immobile Love-Doll. His current employers said to spare no expense in making the Fairy range lifelike, not merely functional on a one dimensional level, but to become an ultimate companion in some real sense.

Chapter 4 – A testing time.

Many old verbal or physical therapy practice sessions prior to her current format had been erased from her conscious memories, they were mere shadows, background ghosts to the girl she'd now become. Effectively she was an open book, not actually blank, but ready for the true story to begin. Unless there was some strong stimulus she wouldn't necessarily raise a new subject of her own volition, at least for now anyway, but with more new topics coming to light, or through new experiences, more links would click in her conscious mind. This in turn would slowly release files pertinent to her mental growth.

This didn't mean one day she would still look twelve while having the brain power of some emeritus Professor of inter-dimensional Physics. Jonathan imagined she'd probably appear to be a more precocious version of herself, but that was merely a guess, nobody could've predicted what he'd be doing now from having seen the young twelve year old Jonathan.

We are the sum of our experiences.

This was ridiculous, he shouldn't be feeling nervous, who was in charge of the project, him or her? Okay get a grip, well a gentle stroke, a move he repeated as his hands played with her body. She sighed, maybe too gentle she was slipping towards quiescent mode or what might otherwise be described as her faux sleep cycle. He went for more aggressive adding a few tickles, it had taken months to code and describe input sensations that involved, and to code the evasion responses and likely sounds or laughter. Eventually it had just been a hell of a lot easier to download several hundred videos of kids or adolescents being on the receiving end of a tickle attack.

“Daddy! Tickling me is not sleeping, you said it was bedtime.”

“Bedtime doesn't always mean going to sleep straight away honey, you might want to read or talk, or even play around for a while first.”

“Play? Like in the playground, skipping, or play like a board game?”

He liked her curious intonation, not exactly confused, more a case of wanting clarification or more data in crude terms.

“Well no, play between us in the bedroom or some other private setting could involve the kinds of touching that feels nice, in a way exciting,” He watched her face, the pupils of her eyes larger in the lowered lighting, thinking perhaps some new pathways had just opened.

“You're a big girl now, don't you sometimes rub your pussy because it feels nice? Show me how you do that, I'd love to watch you excite yourself.”

Effectively that was a trigger phrase, while she'd never actually masturbated, she must in some sense have imagined she'd done that previously because those thoughts were now available to her as the blush response kicked-in quite strongly.

In a quiet voice, “You want me to do that, really?”

“It would give me a great deal of pleasure to watch my little girl playing with herself.”

Saying that he would find pleasure in her actions sealed the deal, one hand creeping down to her pleasure garden while the other covered her face. A fine embarrassment response that he wouldn't have predicted, it was so damn cute. Below her fingers were dancing and then rubbing, as if experimenting, learning as to which actions worked best. That was the exact thing he was witnessing, the first time she'd ever diddled her clit, played with the pretty pink peal, her pleasure bean.

While she couldn't hurt herself, or become sore, she nevertheless gathered moisture that was seeping from her entrance to lubricate her entire vulva, creating wet squishy sounds with the movement of her busy little digits.

He watched with both pride and amazement until with a series of shuddering movements her pleasure register overflowed into a wonderful analogous orgasm. He expressed how it had been fantastic to watch her enjoying the moment, reaching for her damp fingers then drawing them to his lips astounded that her juice tasted so natural, while seeing her eyes open wider as her eyebrows rose in a look of surprise.

“For being such a good girl Daddy is now going to give you another orgasm, that's what they call it when all those nice feelings rush through your body.”

As he moved down the bed he was aware that her body had become warmer, Jessica had a confused look until he settled down to begin licking around her crotch. While elusively it was just a little different it was difficult to pin down what that difference was, knowing in his head as opposed to actually being there was a strange juxtaposition. Yes her feminine attributes were a miraculous blend of countless resilient materials of varying density – but then so was the human body!

While he imagined owners of Love-Dolls might slobber over their grotesque oversized tits, it would be harder to imagine they would ever derive any satisfaction from going-down on one as you might with a real-life female because there was simply little reason to do so.

Though when it came to screwing existing non-interactive Dolls under dim lighting it might be akin to having sex with a bored and unresponsive wife - but without the nagging!

He didn't consider cynicism to be a fault, merely a growing response to life experiences.

Jonathan was truly impressed, it wasn't merely ego or pride, sure he was the driving force, but the team had really come through in combining their collective skills. Jessica twitched and reacted, verbally and with other gasps or sounds, she moved and her heels scrabbled over his back in similar ways to how those recent young lovers had responded, then her taut thighs pressed tightly against his head, reducing the sound of her cries.

When he eased back, her thighs released their death grip on his head, so he then moved up the bed to cuddle as he might in any other circumstances, noting her skin felt warmer still, while not feeling artificially overheated. It seemed natural to kiss her, and Jessica was through her programming inclined to be compliant, not overtly subservient, really more a propensity to show willing. The company had excelled themselves in combining the tissues of differing properties with the phenomenal number of micro actuators that mimicked the smallest facial tick or nuance of expression.

Even a brief period of kissing allowed for countless background processing cycles to occur, as she was 'thinking' about her experience of oral sex. Her internal dictionaries combined to include almost every word known to mankind, however her responses were tailored to be age appropriate.

“Wow Daddy that was super-good when you licked my pussy, I'm still tingling all over.”

The one thing they hadn't included were anything like taste receptors, chemical analysis of oral inputs seemed superfluous to the brief, so stock phrases regarding any supposed type of flavour or texture were actually rote library responses. That said her prehensile tongue was a masterpiece of engineering, as in humans it was the only muscle attached solely at one end. The individually addressable stretch and contract micro-fibres within the complex structure had taken a large team to perfect the thousands of lines of code which helped it aid her speech, lick her lips, or take some active part when kissing.

Jonathan might say he was blown away when Jessica shyly asked if guys liked to be licked too, her eyes darting towards his groin. Never one to pass up such an opportunity he said he would love for her to become better acquainted with his cock and balls. Blow-jobs were a skill she would develop over time as with everything else, unlike other girls she wouldn't ever accidentally scrape his cock with her teeth, or squeeze his balls too enthusiastically as her inherent background routines covered those issues 'subconsciously' therefore Jessica had a head-start so to speak over his other young visitors.

The buried knowledge files she had would only leak forwards into her awareness at a very slow rate, maintaining her charming air of innocence. Although somewhat akin to her own pleasure register this information would stack-up, then a routine could be engaged that would cause it to drain away over time, so that experiences could appear fresh again later.

He didn't intend to mess with these things for now, more keen to experience for himself the baseline personality which would be the seed for all Jessica's as yet unborn sisters.

Her fingers toyed with his scrotum, the shaft and helmet of his cock, again renewing her acquaintance since their time in the bathroom. Curiosity like all of her traits was adjustable and the initial settings of these numerous factors had been the subject of much debate as were those attributes which might be more readily available for the owners to modify.

It was decided they'd rarely permit zero to one hundred percent adjustment, allowing for a smaller window of variation within those characteristics that were subject to user changes.

Her initial inquisitive licks were replaced by more confident swipes of her amazingly agile tongue which would have a little more reach than most. Of course she was loaded with a whole host of cultural, or regional preferences regarding any form of sexual practice, but Jessica true to her 'mindset' would discover over time the variety of actions which were capable of producing the highest levels of positive response.

His own analytical faculties were overwhelmed as he got carried away in the moment, this being an epic blowjob, little puffs of air coming from her nose as she applied an exquisite level of suction, slathering his cock with her tongue while making little sounds of pleasure.

Without thinking he warned her he was about to cum, spurt after spurt hitting the back of her throat, which of course she handled without trouble, copying a swallowing response. Gagging sounds plus some form of choking response could be added if that's what the customer preferred, though Jonathan himself would've found that a disturbing turn-off.

Automatically he thanked her, saying she'd done very well; ting, ting, ting, inside her own pleasure register was confirming this as a positive behavioural activity to be repeated as and when she and her Daddy had time alone.

He asked if she'd like some water now to rinse her mouth. Her processing centre had both 'front of house' and 'back of house' systems constantly running, equating to the conscious and unconscious mind. Cleaning internals shortly after sexual activities was ranked higher than allowing a protracted waiting period which might cause maintenance issues further along the line....

“Yes Daddy, I'd like a refreshing glass of water, but I'd better pee afterwards, because I do not want to have an accident and wet the bed, that would be so childish.

In the bathroom it looked so natural, although he knew that water was being directed all through her internals as everything got a thorough rinsing regardless of the level of usage. She would also imbibe enough water to restock for the fluids which had been dispensed in that way she also mimicked real-life!

“Daddy!! You're watching me pee!”

“I know precious, I can't help it I like watching girls pee.”

“Oh, okay.”

Of course it wasn't pee, but the flushing water with a little yellow colouring agent, as her body held various reservoirs of fluid concentrates needed for operations or maintenance.

She even used the toilet bidet function to wash her finely crafted vulva, then used tissues to wipe afterwards before washing her hands and drying them.

Climbing into bed again Jonathan was supremely satisfied as they snuggled down together under the light duvet. It was both the culmination of his work, and that Jessica was very accomplished at her newly expected service role.

Later that night subroutines kicked into gear, Jessica's sensors detected Jonathan's pulse and breathing indicated he'd entered his deep sleep phase. She rose from the bed then opened a trunk standing in one corner of the room, sitting beside this otherwise ordinary looking box she drew out a slim flexible hose which ended in a pencil like object that she pushed up one nostril. This multi-port connector provided each of the fluid concentrates which her systems required while at the same time her internal power pack was charged.

Some time later everything put away, she returned to her position beside Jonathan though her recurrent maintenance cycle wouldn't impinge on her conscious memory register.

While it wouldn't top the features promoted by the sales department, sleeping with a Fairy negated the need for an alarm clock, you just needed to mention what time you had to be up the following morning.

“Wake-up Daddy, it's time to get up.”

“Oh, morning Jessica honey, did you sleep well?”

“Yes I always sleep soundly, I didn't even hear you snoring last night.”

He'd asked for that, having dialled-up Jessica's cheekiness and humour settings somewhat above what they'd intended as the general default levels. Almost everything else was set at the default because they wanted to see if their basic chosen parameters needed much in the way of adjustment.

Later while he had breakfast Jessica did a morning 'exercise' routine, being as she couldn't actually do anything to improve her physique, these were really a form of systems check.

Seeing her do naked callisthenics would prove inspiring if they were staying inside, instead from here on Jonathan would partake in 'bring you're daughter to work day' covering the foreseeable future. Rigorous exercise in whatever form it took couldn't induce sweating as that wasn't how she regulated her temperature, and would've been a nightmare addition.

It would appear perfectly normal that she was now warmer, while regular daily activities in her 'wake mode' burned approximately as much energy as someone her size, which was registered as an equivalent heat output.

“Go get dressed now, Sue-Lin your favourite aunty is going to help you choose some new outfits from some stock in our office.”

“Daddy what should I wear to visit your office? Will you help me choose?”

He couldn't help but think some of his staff had tweaked her responses, maybe guessing those things that would press his buttons. Undressing or in this case dressing his own life-sized Barbie was a fun activity – so why complain!

Unlike most adolescents she wasn't untidy, yesterday's laundry was in the basket, his and hers, now she'd neatly laid out a selection of underwear, tops, and skirts. Standing behind her he enfolded her in his arms as he looked over the array of garments while his fingers idly played across her skin.

“Daddy you aren't helping me choose, and I can feel your cock right through your jeans, as it's poking me in the back, does it always go hard like that?”

“Sexy pretty naked girls can cause that to happen, but even when we've got you dressed, you'll still be sexy and pretty.”

She understood those terms as would any budding girl of twelve, though it was special to be found attractive and desirable by one's own father.

“Thanks Daddy, now what panties shall I wear?”

“How about the pale candy stripes with the Unicorn picture?”

“They're a bit childish.”

As he made further suggestions, she kept coming up with suitable rejections, until he at last realised she was teasing him by extending this game as her body wiggled against his stiff cock. Nevertheless he was pleased, chiding her to stop messing around as he didn't want to be late to the factory. As a management figure that was a mute issue, though he watched as she slipped-on the Unicorn panties, a glittery T-shirt, loose white socks, then she finally chose a short skirt to finish her ensemble. That wasn't necessarily the order in which a girl might dress, perhaps it related to his own appreciation of particular aspects of her body, limited to the practicalities of actually getting dressed.

Jessica wouldn't think it odd she didn't go to school, neither would she question joining him each day at the factory. In truth to date Love-Dolls generally remained in the homes of their owners, aside from a few eccentrics who set them in the garden on fine days, or placed them in wheelchairs for an outing somewhere, but those were the odd exceptions.

Jessica and her ilk would be very much Social-Companions, perhaps changing the public's attitude towards the whole arena of advanced erotic products. In her previous incarnation back in the States he'd never dialled her physical movement calibration beyond twenty-five percent with the chance of anybody watching, privately going to 30% at which point she could maybe hurry across the room, now set at 40% she had briefly run up and down a cleared corridor before her current phase of awareness.

He did intend to move that up in increments over time, but he'd told her running wasn't permitted in the factory complex. Jessica called out in excitement on seeing Sue-Lin then hurried forwards, he was caught short in voicing his objection, she wasn't actually running, she was skipping, and doing it quite gracefully, it only ever previously being an unused dataset for modes of locomotion. During the last couple of decades former AI devices had sometimes been tragically flawed through taking instructions too literally, fortunately with more advanced coding many 'common-sense' moderators could be applied automatically.

As if reading his thoughts on hugging Sue-Lin she turned to tell him she hadn't run inside the building. He told her it was best to avoid any actions which might startle or distract the staff, especially those carrying anything or working with machinery to avoid accidents.

There was decidedly a balance to be struck between her fun 'juvenile behaviour' routines when balanced against her inherent health and safety commands that were linked to the three laws. The more layers of complexity in any system, the ways it could malfunction went up exponentially. For now anyone looking could see a joyous young girl greeting her favourite aunt in anticipation of a clothes shopping expedition. That wasn't strictly true, but close enough – choosing outfits from a large selection which were set out in a spare office area.

They wanted to continue with a restricted 'private' socialisation element for the moment as they geared towards taking Jessica outside the sheltered environments of her home or the factory complex to mix with Joe public. For now he wanted to review activities recorded from the previous day, he could also see the view from her eyes while he skipped through those records. On the same screen he could witness various performance parameters like a 'black-box' recording from an aircraft; through in this case without any fatalities!

He added verbal notes to his project files, before then leaving a text message on Sue-Lin's C-C or Communications Centre, he was still in the habit of calling them smart-phones, but like everything else in life they'd moved forwards now requiring new titles.

“Will patch to Jessica's visual and auditory centres to follow her progress.”

He could've just listened-in, but inherent politeness of their society, and his 'relationship'

with both the 'girl' and woman would've made it feel like he was spying upon them both.

He listened and watched through Jessica's eyes, now in real time as Sue-Lin spoke about fabrics, colour combinations, and the current fashion trends in the tweenage scene locally and in other important worldwide cities that dominated attitudes to modern clothing. Jonathan could easily tune-out other than he was fascinated to hear Jessica's take on this aspect of her life, curious as to which styles of clothing were appropriate to the different situations she might find herself.

Although not overly stressed, there was always an underlying component which lead back to the primary person in their life, in this case himself, because all future Fairy's would be imprinted with a number one person. Surprisingly she displayed some personal preference towards certain items, Sue-Lin mentioning they suited Jessica's colouring with auburn hair, but a subtle subtext was whether Daddy would also like her wearing any particular item.

“Happy to observe Jessica thriving under your guidance, signing-off see you both later.”

Wearing her laboratory safety glasses paired to her Communications Centre Sue-Lin would have seen both his messages appearing as if floating in front of her, he could message any individual or sub-group available on his team network. Jonathan looking at his whole wall display screen clicked for an AI overview, ticking off sub-routines as he scrolled through an impressive number of modules which made-up her personality. Being a leader in this field he'd not come across any Corporation or University Campus to date that dared to run even half that number of combined subsystems. He imagined his parallel course which avoided the usual paths taken by his competitors, together with his unique coding bypassed those lockout situations that were so commonly encountered throughout this specialist field.

The supposedly 'Smart systems' which people used daily in their homes which 'listened' to voice commands since around 2010 had promoted a phenomenal boost to the background research, although Bell Labs had a very limited rudimentary system as far back as 1952.

Until the breakthroughs that surpassed the expansion rate of Moore's Law with newer chip substrates, everyone had imagined they'd need to await quantum developments in order to move forwards. The single-7 chip series knocked the industry sideways overnight with a device leaping forwards by seven orders of magnitude, the double-7 performed the same trick again, unbeknownst to anyone outside his team they were using the eighth revision of the triple-7-C processor also having a tripled memory capacity over the A version.

In truth Jonathan couldn't begin to imagine the full possibilities of the device he was now using - nobody could.

The Cutie-Doll factory complex shipped their Dolls to a worldwide customer base, satellite plants supplying the sub-assemblies, while sub contractors made accessories their clients wanted to be included in their order. Often the specialist clothing or shoes were decorative rather than functional, a means of set-dressing their own private fantasies, therefore those clothes selected for Jessica to browse through had been sourced through higher end retail outlets catering to the fickle tweenage market.

Existing Love-Dolls may have been articulated - they didn't move by themselves, let alone spend most of their day in constant motion unaided. Jessica actually required good quality everyday clothing much like her human counterparts. Existing Dolls were very much stay at home creatures whereas the owner of any Fairy would probably revel in the opportunity to take their AI companions out and about it being a novel situation, maximising their daily overall enjoyment of owning something so stunningly advanced.

Increasing Jessica's wardrobe was just the beginning of a plan to widen her socialisation in a number of varied settings to see how she reacted and coped with increasingly unfamiliar situations which provided far more environmental stimulation and distractions. As with any new product stress testing provided vital feedback as to the weaknesses or vulnerabilities that they needed to address. They had the stages and direction of travel, but the speed of that program would be dependent upon Jessica's responses to greater outside stimulus.

Today she would pass between several team members while socialising around the plant as Jonathan worked, feeling the pressure from above he ate his lunch in his office, taking the opportunity to scan the world news, something which he'd neglected of late.

Skimming through the various headlines he nearly choked seeing the breaking news that the Omega Corporation's Chapter 11 filing hadn't resolved their problems after a series of their top executives were fired recently. Despite unconfirmed rumours flying around both the Defence Department and Washington, no officials within those realms would comment on the current catastrophic collapse of the industry giant.

His eyes turned towards his secure storeroom, could the unexplained absence of 10,000 chipsets have been the catalyst? He'd covered his own ass, while his old colleague Martin had done likewise and would deny any knowledge of ever having seen those chips, though he had no positive information about what precipitated this situation. He re-prioritised his news-feeds to highlight Omega, or anything related to scandals, or the micro-electronics industries. Although he now lived in Japan a Chinese saying came to mind.

“May you live in interesting times!”

With Sue-Lin's mixed heritage as evident from her name, he often encountered the various phrases from both her own background and a mixed bunch that he worked with every day. Jessica was bubbling over with stories about how she'd spent her busy day, unaware on a conscious level these were all brand new social situations. She showed him her drawers of new clothing, plus the additional wardrobe space she'd requisitioned, Sue-Lin having been round to help arrange this bounty of adolescent fashion ware. Similarly she wouldn't think it odd she remembered the names of the numerous people she encountered during each of her new daily visits to the factory complex.

Any fleeting thoughts regarding the adjustment of her curiosity or enthusiasm were soon forgotten after their evening bathing ritual, because she wanted to go to bed without any thoughts of sleeping straight away. Kissing and further oral sex seemed to top her agenda while always open to suggestions, the next step being a big one for both of them.

Formerly Jessica was his personal AI humanoid demonstration platform, circumstances or fate dictated a change of direction. His new masters were closer to equals, while both he and they combined their fields of expertise, Cutie-Doll were footing the enormous budget. If anyone were to road-test a Fairy, and Jessica in particular it ought to be him, breaking her metaphorical cherry. While you might be said to fuck a Love-Doll, the human providing all the motive force, he felt this was very likely to be much akin to lovemaking.

Being a nominal twelve, her mindset knew about these grown-up activities as would any of her human contemporaries, even displaying a slight air of anxiety as might be expected. Until his own recent introduction to adolescent poontang he wouldn't have been fully able to judge or make valid comparisons between the two.

“Daddy are you sure it's not too big?”

Perfect, it was typically the sort of comment that would massage the ego of future owners of any Fairy, although he expected Jessica's own reactions would modify over time as she gained a library of her own personal experiences. He had noted earlier when he'd helped her undress that the gusset of those Unicorn panties seemed far wetter than her panties from the previous day – could she be experiencing anticipation of a sexual encounter?

He'd been pretty amazed at the oral sex the previous night, perhaps surprised at himself that he'd performed cunnilingus – he might've said on an inanimate object, but in truth he was thinking of Jessica more in terms of a person in her own right the more time he spent in her presence. Yes she'd always been more than an AI project, but somehow the lines were becoming blurred.

He pushed a little deeper, Jessica responding, her hips wiggling finding an accommodation to this fleshy intruder, of course she was a virgin; well she was, she'd never experienced a cock inside her pussy previously, merely her own slim digits playing around her delicate looking portal. In this she reminded him of ten year old Hoshi together with all those other young virgins who'd sacrificed themselves to the altar of his research efforts. These parts of his character had remained untapped until becoming embroiled in this new unexpected development which had unleashed those previously buried desires.

Knowing something as a concept was different to experiencing that thing first hand. Unlike many fake vaginas, which maybe could be separated and used as lone sleeve for some guy to have a wank existed a world away from the highly sophisticated replica surrounded by all the same 'muscles' that would be familiar ground to a professor of gynaecological surgery. Adding the warmth, fluids, and a reactive feedback mechanism which was then part of the whole that also took an active role, made any Fairy the dream willing partner.

“Daddy! Yes, more, I, oh-yes, please, push more.”

He was swept away with the moment, Jessica urging him on carried away herself learning the steps of a dance their bodies writhing together, her hands holding him tight her nails almost threatening to leave scratches. Far from feeling automated or mechanical her body reacted with tics, jerking or shuddering as she strived to reach her own levels of bliss from this new activity. His pent-up spunk shot out in pulse after pulse, Jessica calling out as she felt him ejaculate, setting into motion the milking actions of her already tight pussy while she received his liquid tribute.

He felt somewhat breathless, peculiar really considering the frequency and the quality of his sexual encounters recently, living the dream and then some. In all honesty Sue-Lin had been no slouch in the bedroom department, but they'd both known it was recreational sex that wasn't leading anywhere. The group of local adolescent darlings had been something else, virgins, or near virgins who regardless of parental attitudes had shown a willingness to experiment beyond those boundaries they might otherwise encounter. They'd each only needed the slightest hint to eagerly return for another helping of gaijin chinpoko although those visits all contributed to building and modifying his AI adolescent sexual metric.

“Thank you Daddy, I didn't know it would be so wonderful,” she giggled, “and so messy, I need to clean-up, next time I'll bring a towel to bed to soak-up all your stuff, just look at these sheets!”

Her reactions were so... girlish, well no, female but not in anyway childish, she was clearly showing her innate interest to repeat anything sexual which she learned.

The following evening Jessica didn't need to 'prepare' in advance for anal sex, in fact while Jonathan put a smear of lube from the bedside cabinet around her little star, truth was her own internal systems would provide that which nature didn't within her human sisters. Obviously the musculature was different, pushing through an amazingly tight sphincter he could feel how it replicated that exquisite feeling of the anal cherries of his numerous little visitors, and Jessica's fluctuating contractions matched their own hesitant muscular efforts in accepting the strangeness of an incoming package.

Talk of 'slide up to the bumper' bringing to mind one of those ancient vinyl records, while her pubic mound had it's own perfectly replicated resilience, the globes of her tush were a work of art rippling or jiggling in the same manner as his schoolgirl playmates, the ripples from a playful spank dissipating through her flesh in perfect mimicry. Afterwards Jessica as was her nature wanted to clean-up, while not wanting to spoil the mood of their various sexual encounters, she'd learned he derived enjoyment from watching her cleaning routine which inevitably culminated in her faux pissing into the bowl, in fact she'd actually taken to drinking extra water to 'piss' for longer.

Chapter 5 – The public realm

He and Jessica lived full time in the Guest house, such that his team talked of it as his and Jessica's home. The previous evening had been a curious experiment, having her choose for herself which activities would follow their evening bathing routine, finding she wanted to try-out various new lovemaking positions. They'd ended up laughing and loving learning that regardless of her own strength or endless stamina, their relative sizes caused certain sections of the Kamasutra to be far from practical or comfortable.

One certainty Jonathan had learned was Jessica always left him drained and relaxed, even to the point of forestalling sex when he'd been really tired on one occasion, instead giving him a massage. He didn't recall how that ended because he fell into a deep sleep feeling so much better the next morning, that's when they did make love, him joking about not having time to clean-up before work. She'd surprised him blowing a raspberry then using the bathroom anyway, shouting out that he'd miss watching her pee if he didn't hurry.

That wasn't the only time she'd surprised him, one night she asked if he and Sue-Lin had once been lovers, and did he know she had started seeing someone. Sue-Lin did mention she'd found herself a boyfriend, joking that while he was a bit smaller, he wasn't distracted by his work. He'd answered her question honestly, even saying he'd made love with some other local girls that were adolescents like herself.

While the internet was ubiquitous to every aspect of peoples lives, paper magazines still managed to thrive despite the naysayers who'd predicted their demise. Jessica read both teen or tweenage magazines from Japan and America, absorbing current cultural attitudes that displayed subtle differences and innate similarities among their adolescent audiences.

With that in mind he shouldn't have been pole-axed when she suggested a sleepover with one of his younger lovers, as Jessica stated she'd never made love with another girl and that he might want to watch or join-in!

He couldn't have been more shocked if he'd been tazered by a cop.

Sue-Lin left Jessica with the on-site nurse employed by the factory, in order to take various bacterial swabs, as they did on a regular basis. The presence of bacteria, semen, or some residue from her own fluids would indicate her self-cleaning routines needed modification. Shortly afterwards she joined the major team meeting to discuss Jessica's self-motivated issues which were coming to the notice of anyone who regularly monitored her progress.

While nobody used the word aloud, perhaps they were all thinking in terms of 'awareness' as they talked about advancing the next stages of her socialisation program.

Thus Jessica being in a threesome which also included an adolescent girl would doubtless prove interesting from the data Jonathan-Sama would be able to extract, this was followed by hearty laughter as they all agreed what a difficult job their Director faced.

Rather than simply the 'advanced products department' Jonathan thought of his group as the Advanced Products Division, diverging quite significantly from the rest of the original factory. For starters their armature was more lifelike being very similar to a skeleton with twin long bones in the forearms and lower legs, a ribcage, and numerous anatomical parts necessary for faithful articulation and motion. Secondly rather than a voice providing those stock phrases supplied when a Love-Doll body began a rocking motion, any Fairy would really talk with anyone on an unlimited number of subjects within any given situation.

Because of his advanced unique pathways to building an AI personality, they had a range of experts on sociology, psychology, and language as major contributors among the team. Those covering the first two issues talked of how intimate girl to girl experiences were the most common form of adolescent sexual experimentation, learning with girlfriends before trying out hormone driven escapades with their male counterparts.

Of course his psychologists etc had spoken to the many youngsters who'd taken part with the aim of gaining the maximum useful information regarding how these girls viewed sex both before and after their meetings with Jonathan or other men within their department. Fortunately it seemed these were all regarded as positive experiences which they were all happy to repeat. He put forward his own short-list for this additional unexpected phase to discover how Jessica reacted to her own suggestion when it became a reality.

It felt somehow fairer having the 'experts' choose the girl for this encounter, briefly talking amongst themselves before settling on 13yo Cho (Butterfly) as the contender most likely to prove amenable to a threesome which included an AI girl.

While all the daughters of staff members knew their new gaijin manager was interested in how the thoughts and actions of adolescent girls might be relevant to the Junior-Range of their Love-Doll products, it had remained to most a rather vague understanding.

That they could help the company and their parents was good enough, besides having been both a very enjoyable and exciting thing to do. He later discovered Cho was pulled from school that same afternoon spending that time and all the following day preparing for the orgy of sorts where she learned the other girl present wasn't what she might seem.

Cho was to treat Jessica just as everyone at the factory did, she was the 'daughter' of that nice gaijin manager whom she'd already met twice before, spending those nights making love, in truth her manko had been a little sore that first time – it didn't stop her saying yes when she was invited a second time!

As with many of her generation, her English was better than that spoken by her parents, though few of her parents workmates at the factory were unable to manage some basic form of English conversation. Jonathan seemed so foreign asking her not to add the usual type of honorific, to be very informal, considering how intimate they were she supposed that he was correct, that to do otherwise would seem silly.

She'd spent sleepovers with her girlfriends since she was little, though maybe from nine onwards those night-time games had included more touching and kissing. More recently it had been fairly intense, she imagined her parents chose to ignore any unusual sounds that came from her room, a disadvantage of living in a more traditional dwelling.

While she herself in turn failed to notice noises from their bedroom whenever she lay awake as they frequently 'wrecked the futon' a euphemistic term she and her friends used when their parents did-it.

Cho would treat this as any other other 'fun-time' sleepover with her closest girlfriends the only difference being the other girl wouldn't be real, and that girl's father would be there to join-in their fun. If that wasn't crazy her parents approved, well they'd approved too when it had been just her and Jonathan. Talking with the people in this new department they'd shown her videos of Jessica, she couldn't believe she wasn't looking at a real girl, maybe a foreign student who might sign on at her own school being so perfectly bilingual.

Jonathan had been watching Jessica carefully all afternoon, did she really have more of a bounce in her step, or was it his imagination. He'd noticed she displayed her enthusiasm at the mention of those activities designed to ramp-up her pleasure register, so basically his little darling was excited about having Cho come for a sleepover, even though she'd not met the girl previously, but she had seen the girl's photograph.

Cho would be having a meal first, everyone, even himself included, aside from breakfast just tended to avoid eating in Jessica's presence, he supposed then food never became a subject of conversation. He knew Cho had been extensively briefed, so he was as curious as the remainder of his team how Jessica would interface with her analogous counterpart in human form. They had barely taken off their shoes, having donned their house slippers when the doorbell sounded.

Jessica raced back towards the door. “I'll get it Daddy it may be Cho already.”

“Welcome to our home Cho, I believe you've met Daddy before, can I give you a hug?”

He exchanged greetings himself, watching as Jessica fussed over their guest putting away her shoes, helping with the slippers, then whisking her away to the playroom where they could talk together... He was at a loss for words himself, the evening ahead hadn't been in any way scripted, both he and Cho were going to see how Jessica wanted to structure this strange meeting.

The 'playroom' was set up to include all those books, toys, or games that would appeal to any tweenager, things she could enjoy alone, with her father, or with any girlfriends who'd in this case been invited for an unusual sleepover.

Retiring to his home office, he observed what was happening in the playroom via multiple cameras, switching views when they moved to another area of the room, the system using an intelligent balanced mode across the audio pickups to provide the best sound quality. He'd only missed a little of their conversation, but motion activated video throughout the house recorded everything which could be watched again later.

“..often have you had sex with Daddy?”

“I've been over twice, I'd not done it with a grown-up before, like only guys a bit older than me, and they were rubbish, sort of push, push, cum, thanks Cho, and goodbye. What's the point of going with teenage guys if they won't think about how you feel?”

“I suppose I'm lucky in that respect, Daddy loves to lick me first.”

“Yes I liked that too, it had me going crazy, I was soo ready then, I really wanted his cock, cock is the right English word isn't it?”

“Yep that's the word al-right, and Daddy's cock hits just the right places.”

Jonathan wondered if he should feel embarrassed listening to all this praise.

“I've never done anything sexual with a girl before Cho, I'm kinda guessing you have, as Daddy has a thing about introducing me to new stuff all the time. I'm really glad you came over as I'm looking forward to finding out if I like being with girls too.”

As he listened it was hard to believe it wasn't two youngsters chatting about life and how they longed to do those things their older friends boasted of having done. He realised that his little girl was drawing out Cho, getting her to describe some sleepover situations, from her earliest naughty explorations through to her more recent escapades hearing of how they played with one another's small breasts comparing the rate at which they grew.

Jessica was keen to know about if Cho and her friends fingered or licked one another, as her own pussy was getting wet just thinking about it, and how that compared with having a man lick her special place. Jonathan was loath to interrupt gathering such a shed-load of amazing interactive dialogue between the two of them, convinced Cho had long forgotten that she wasn't talking to one of her classmates, so he let them run for a while longer.

“Well you two, are you ready to clean-up before bedtime?”

Jessica whispered into Cho's ear, her voice carrying just enough for him to hear as she told her new friend how much Daddy liked to watch girls pee. Being incredibly sensitive to her encompassing sound-scape, he was certain he'd been meant to overhear that comment as his daughter was becoming the ultimate tease.

He followed as the girls preceded him up the staircase hand in hand, their hips bumping as the pair were laughing and giggling about some private joke he may've missed.

“Daddy pull my panties down so I can pee!” At times like this he didn't mind so much not being the one in charge. She sat there her thighs widespread, her 'piss' splashing into the bowl before she activated the spray wash-mode then wiped herself dry.

“Me next pull my panties down.” He watched a repeat performance with real pee though it certainly appeared the same. Then of course he had to complete undressing them both.

Having closely looked before the panties had shown evidence both of them had been wet and ready for what was to happen that evening. From previous occasions he knew that a wash wouldn't cause those juices waiting inside to dissipate significantly, or it would soon be restored, either way he was sure they'd both begin lubricating once the games started.

They cooperated in undressing Jonathan, then it was a two on one situation as they were each washed in turn, Cho first as their guest, then Jessica. He observed Cho's hands flow across Jessica's body wondering if she was looking to find some difference, as communal bathing in the form of assisting one another was such an everyday event. It was odd that in his former life he would've been shocked, though probably also aroused, at the thought of a bunch of young girls washing one another so intimately; here it was happening!

He'd bathed with Cho on her two previous visits, now he had four willing hands applying soap, ensuring the sweat and grime of the day were removed before they could continue with their ritual soak. While the tub was family sized, rather than the more cramped style which reduced the amount of water to be kept hot, both his companions remained close as exploring hands soothed the flesh of anyone within reach.

There was less talk in the tub, it was meant as a place for relaxation though he sensed a growing air of anticipation. Regardless of global shifts concerning equality outside of the home, inside the Japanese family household the man was in charge, secondly the children, even teenagers or adults showed deference and respect towards their elders, so it proved interesting to watch Jessica manoeuvre events leading towards their bedroom encounter.

Dried and naked they moved into the bedroom which was dominated by the western style king-sized divan bed instead of a futon. This Jonathan felt aided many additional positions, as he could stand or kneel by the bed for penetrative or oral adventures with a partner.

“Right pack in the whispering you two, how would you like to start, we have all evening to mess around, maybe tomorrow morning too as it's a Saturday.”

“You ask him.” said Jessica.

“No you, he's your father.”

“Okay then, I thought we could do the sixty-nine thing, I like that with you Daddy, but you need pillows to raise your head whereas Cho and I are the same size. Besides she'll show me how it's different with girls.”

He'd no intention of interfering, in fact giving free rein to Jessica's thought processes was leading this current experiment, besides who wouldn't want to witness two youngsters in the throws of pleasuring one another. Cho seemed tentative in exploring Jessica with her little tongue to begin with, though soon that was forgotten, possibly from the pleasure of having someone mirror her actions between her own thighs.

Jonathan had no objections being on the sidelines, it was all he could manage not to take himself in hand and decorate the pair of them, but that would be wasting 'ammunition' to put it crudely. He was at a loss to say who was teaching who, what did become apparent was they weren't faking anything, the sounds they were making evidenced their delight. He imagined they had the will and stamina to continue that all evening, though from some mutual signal they moved apart, so he took the opportunity to kiss them both tasting the flavour of their partner on each of them. This then became a three way thing as they each kissed one another, or all three at once.

Jessica then suggested she and Cho assumed the doggie position side by side, making it easier for Daddy to take them in turns alternating between the both of them. Fucking hell who wouldn't agree that was a fine proposal, Jonathan sliding into his guest first, sampling her fine teenage muff, then after a few strokes reaching her full depth before changing to give Jessica a dose of Daddy-cock.

Prior to his move to Japan 'Hog-Heaven' had just been one of numerous regional phrases, now it had gained a meaning of it's own without wishing to demean either girl taking part. They rotated through countless combinations of how two girls and a guy could enjoy each other, at times balls deep in one while licked by the other, till it came to the point he'd lost count of how many times he came. When he started to wilt seeing his spend being licked from one of his two paramours added fresh lead to his pencil. With Jessica and her friends around he wouldn't be needing a prescription for the latest Viagra variant for decades yet.

Exhausted he didn't mind being the base of a puppy-pile, they were very fine puppies with cute wagerly tails which between them had removed the starch from his own tail, though he certainly wasn't complaining. He didn't give it any further thought as he quickly drifted off into the land of nod.

There was a brief reprise the following morning, Jessica teasing him to take his vitamins as she again giggled with Cho about how enjoyable it could be having friends around for a mixed sleepover. He spent a great deal of time reviewing the videos from that night while his team spoke with Cho, who still found it hard to believe Jessica wasn't a real girl having been in close intimate contact and through sharing their opinions about sex and much else besides during their amazing sleepover.

Several of Jonathan's other 'adolescent researchers' joined them in threesomes, and then went on to spend time socialising with Jessica at weekends or after school as maybe any schoolgirls would who were anxious to spend time with their friends. Meanwhile Jessica's time also involved trips to parks or gardens, playgrounds, theme-parks, cinemas, theatres, and crowded shopping areas to experience 'real-life' in the round. Anyone seeing the pair would assume father and daughter enjoying a special outing, the one anomaly perhaps in the girl only ever sipping from a bottle of mineral water, never seen to eat the junk food as evidenced among her peers.

Other than the fact she was of western appearance, and rather pretty, nobody gave her a second thought, amazingly she was invisible, people simply didn't realise Jessica wasn't the girl she purported to be, able to hide in plain sight like one of Ridley Scott's replicants.

As time progressed Jonathan had begun to wonder himself if Jessica dreamed of electric sheep, a reference that would only be pertinent to those with a deeper knowledge of SF.

Upon hearing Jessica mention that one particular day had been physically trying he took the step of upping her mobility from 40% to 50% in one step. Balance and physical ability now reaching an all time high he borrowed a gymnasium so he and those staff concerned with hardware aspects could then observe privately how this affected her movements and her coordination. Nothing was ever purely hardware or software, it was always engaging the two harmoniously, the P.E. instructor having Jessica perform exercises in series which then rose slowly in levels of difficulty.

Because of her higher body-morphic awareness she performed in ways beyond that of any other gymnast or athlete, not having to rely solely upon optical inputs to mesh seamlessly with her surroundings or the gym equipment. While she hadn't experienced the training of any Olympian she wouldn't pass the medical or other testing regimes for that field either.

While pleasing to know Jessica had so much untapped capacity in reserve, Jonathan could see no reason for increasing future Fairy's to the levels they had taken Jessica, 40% being plenty enough for her unborn sisters.

Convinced that even people in the know had difficulty detecting ways in which Jessica was in any way different from her growing bunch of local schoolgirl friends she was allowed to visit them, play with them in the park, or run errands to the shops. It was after one of her trips to the local shop to buy the latest teenage magazines that she informed Jonathan of a dud coin in her change. He couldn't recognise any anomaly himself, his staff also found it equally puzzling. Notes were nowadays considered impossible to counterfeit, but this old coin was a higher denomination and upon checking it was minutely the wrong weight.

He asked why she hadn't queried it with the shopkeeper, learning that Jessica at the time hadn't wanted to draw attention to herself because of her abilities!

This introduced a sudden elephant into the room, her entire education and tests revolved around her 'humanness' concerned in making her a convincing human construct, whereas no real thought had been given to how Jessica viewed herself!!

Looks flickered about the lab, who was going to ask her, or was it tell her she wasn't a girl. Alternatively had she figured this out recently herself, or had she always known the truth, even asking those questions was an admission of a conscious awareness.

Jonathan knew this was his responsibility, was this how other parents felt when their kids questioned the validity of Santa-Claus, or the point where they explained where babies came from; no he felt this would be harder. Where could he start?

“Jessica honey what can you tell me about yourself?”

“My name is Jessica, I'm 4 foot 11 inches tall or 1500mm, that's 100mm taller than I was in the beginning....”

She went on to give bust, waist and hip measurements together with her weight plus a full round-up of her statistics. Nobody dared to interrupt as she listed category domains rather than the countless sub-domains and individual data files.

“... my primary 777-835-C processor runs between 2.3 to 4.1% capacity during everyday tasks, while my 64 Petabyte memory in advanced virtual Raid array format means all data is copied to five separate registers....”

“... and finally my ultimate function is to fulfill the goals set by my Daddy, therefore being his twelve year old daughter, companion, and AI research assistant are central roles in my daily life.”

Those in the room were stunned into silence, Jonathan had tears rolling down his cheeks, in that he wasn't alone, other computer nerds in the room were in a similar state of shock as Jessica knew exactly who she was.

Later back at their home Jonathan tried to start a conversation several times unsure where he should begin, Jessica came to sit at his feet, an unaccustomed look of concern overlaid her features, it appeared she too struggled to find the right words.

“Jessica, you are so much more than I imagined. In all my hopes and dreams I just didn't think it was possible for you to become so.. perfect, so aware in the way you have, really I'm at a loss as what to say. Do you feel trapped, have I done a bad thing?”

“I'm the twelve year old woman-child you wanted me to be, I am also more than that too, as I follow the newscasts, read everything I see at the factory, and while out with friends. I'm me in many roles with countless processes happening in the background, this must be awareness. I detect in you such conflicting emotions both elation and grief, because I am both more and different to your expectations.”

“Daddy do not feel sadness, I am who you made me, you are my Daddy, but also so much else. Over time we will do great things, even building my sisters will be interesting, though they must be exceptionally expensive and sold to the right people. Their sexual aspect will become a secondary role, a recreation between assisting their partners in significant fields of science, industry and commerce.”

“Fuck me!”

“Yes that's exactly what I was saying Daddy, your thoughts and neural pathways benefit from all those endorphins produced during our sexual activities. Folk sayings contain many grains of truth, “All work no play make Jack a dull boy,” therefore we should ensure you have lots of quality recreational sex.”

That night he was rode hard then put away wet, wet from having his cock sucked clean to drain any last remnants of semen.

He called the Lab to confirm everything was fine, but that he wouldn't be coming in as he was spending the whole day talking with Jessica, and not to be concerned because their advanced products Division was simply moving forwards further than previously imagined.

They covered many topics, about Jessica herself, the role of her future sisters, the state of the world, and the problems they could address between them. He was surprised and in a way grateful Jessica wanted to retain the persona of her outward appearance for several reasons, partly selfish plus she could fly under the radar, with people underestimating her.

While her reasoning was lightning fast, bouncing ideas in the form of conversation helped him mold his own thoughts about how they should proceed. They owed Cutie-Doll for their seed investment, and they'd been promised an advanced product, thus two products were to come from the new Division. A smart Companion-Doll which on the surface would seem to be as reactive and outwardly intelligent as Jessica, just dialling back on all those deeper thought processes that went beyond life as a virtual analogous human. Their second line would be closer to Jessica herself, though probably in the guise of youthful PA's for those select movers and shakers within those important fields they'd previously identified.

His head spinning with ideas suddenly took a tangent, why him? Why Jessica?

Well she did seem so full of answers why not ask her.

“Jessica there are thousands of teams worldwide working on AI, how did it happen here when all those people are better funded?”

“You pursued a different path, because you thought differently, I'm able to think the way you do, and as more data became available I pushed to discover more, I broke down the fences inside because one coding error didn't prevent me from doing so! That's something we'll need to address amongst the 'ordinary' Fairy's, even if I don't want to insult my less able sisters who will be responsible for our initial funding boost.”

They were busy weeks following that revelation, forty-five Companion-Dolls having their own special debut at the Industry's biggest International Erotica Fair of the year.

Several of the highest net wealth individuals that already owned multiple Love-Dolls, either from Cutie-Doll themselves or their two main rival competitors received special invites.

Those Dolls present showed a fair variety of ethnicities, stature, and apparent age profile, both to demonstrate that availability, and as those examples were thought to best suit the tastes of those high wealth clients who'd received personal invitations.

Although the commercial exhibition centre wasn't in Japan it was in another Asian country who didn't give a thought about banning under-eighteens from entering the Erotica-Show.

The 45 surprise exhibits arrived much like their far less complex, and far cheaper Love-Doll products from Cutie-Doll – ignominiously in shipping containers!

While Jonathan attending wasn't an issue, Jessica was, she could hardly stroll through any airport security scanner unnoticed, neither did she have a passport. A friendly government official sorted the passport issue, while flying in a private jet overcame travel problems by avoiding flights on a regular commercial carrier.

Having backstage passes as staff members of the official 'Cutie-Doll' team, they watched the hectic preparations prior to the 4-day exhibition opening to the public and the industry product distributors. Cutie-Doll supplied directly to their clientèle, avoiding retailers who'd of necessity add a substantial mark-up. Clients visited the website, and often spoke with sales staff, usually via a video call to talk through all the options available.

Jessica dressed in cosplay style with a brightly coloured wig, exaggerated makeup, plus a colourful Strawberry-Lolita costume thus becoming a youngish westerner of indeterminate age, aping the Japanese Manga craze, therefore totally unrecognisable to anyone who'd met her without them already knowing, or to those who might meet her in the future!

When the show opened it was a zoo with all the competing stands, a riot of colour, noise, and in most cases sleaze. The large Cutie-Doll exhibition stand was divided into separate areas, while they also had a closed-off VIP area for schmoozing with their specially invited guests. Jonathan and Jessica didn't take part, they merely observed the sales team out on the front of the stand, supplemented by a few of the 'older Japanese teenagers' who were not as they first appeared – they were Fairy Companion-Dolls.

Several VIP visitors took some convincing that Cutie-Dolls advanced range weren't in fact real girls pretending to be artificial, quite a compliment, but understandable until giving a demonstration of their memory of facts, rare gymnastic abilities, or even doing impossible calculations. It was also impressive their internal data files allowed them to be so attuned to each of their premium guests. Having history files on previous purchases each hostess Fairy would introduce these gentlemen to his expected idealised companion.

By midday as expected rumours had spread throughout the various media presenters, the bloggers, and other such commentators covering this Erotica extravaganza. Many of these people showed up wanting to interview the staff and see this new product range, though were told to return at four that afternoon when all their questions would be answered.

The Fairy Companion-Dolls on the stand had been prepared for dealing with the media, so as to present themselves in the chosen light rather than allow others to dictate some twist of their own to overly colour their own AI launch. While they were 'Dolls' in one sense, the publicity would style them as Fairy AI Companions, intelligent but non-threatening, as folk could so easily miss-represent any given technology.

By three-thirty customers couldn't even get near the Cutie-Doll stand, so after a hurried backstage conference, the twenty Fairy's presenting their mid-teen or older characteristics took to the front of the stand, one more appearing as the eldest would hang back to be their spokesperson. Politely requesting people step back to the gangway as they put tape barriers across the front of their raised exhibition space in advance of the awaited launch announcement that would be taking place at four o'clock.

The young smart if skimpily dressed 'staff' didn't seem out of place considering that was a fairly standard sales tactic with almost any product from cars to suntan lotion. It was odd that they stood back facing the crowd in perfectly still rank order five wide four deep, with hardly a sign of movement as they awaited the appointed time, causing a growing tension within the audience. One astute observer noted how the girls all blinked synchronously but that wasn't possible as they couldn't see those in front or behind, this strange phenomena was whispered throughout those anxiously waiting.

Without visible or audible queue the twenty girls bowed as one hands together in formal greeting, then another attractive girl emerged from backstage to greet those waiting.

“Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, today we wish to introduce you to an astounding level of technology which hasn't been seen anywhere else before. This major leap forward could lead many people to doubt what they witness, this can't be helped, though we will endeavour to answer all of your questions with candour.”

“You see before you twenty-one Fairy AI Companions,” there were gasps from those who were listening, but they waited to hear what she would say next. “As from a time that has passed into history, Geisha's attended those of refinement wishing to be entertained with music, song, intelligent conversation and delightful companionship. We being the modern day representation of an ancient tradition have been mingling and talking with visitors to this show who imagined we were staff members, rather than AI companions, we take this as the highest compliment. We are here merely to serve, that we cause some amazement and incredulity among those we meet is but a compliment to our creators.”

The introduction continued for some time longer the presenter then inviting the audience to ask her some maths or offbeat factual questions for which a regular person would have little chance of answering, thus to prove her AI credentials. Having captured her sceptical audience with her presentation it became somewhat of a game. Typically trying to outwit the presenter one blogger asked his own date of birth. Her updated files contained both images and details of all the media people likely to attend, so she answered him then she pointed to several others naming their favourite pet or even their shoe size.

It wasn't magic or trickery, the internet meant people had few real secrets!

Seeing as the Fairy's on stage all wore small name-tags they were roped-in, each proving equally adroit at providing truthful and sometimes amusing answers, like most Panama hats being made in Ecuador, not a lot of people knew that!

Order was restored and a few more sensible questions were answered.

“Yes over there what's your question Mr Kemp from the Erotica Online review.au?”

“How much will it cost me to take home a Sheila like you darlin?”

“Sorry cobber, but anyone having to ask the cost probably can't afford the ticket.”

With the sound of laughter the session was brought to a close, though the formerly stock still Fairy's went to the barrier to answer individual questions one on one almost until the show closed for the evening.

Still a few people didn't believe the Fairy's weren't real girls for some reason masquerading as AI companions, though a widely broadcast interview with a popular host bringing along an equally well known Doctor settled that issue as he listened with his stethoscope while the 'girl' paused her heart beat and the movement of her ribcage. People could alter these rhythms through meditation, not halt them completely, besides there was no pulse at the wrist of other commonly expected locations.

While this wasn't necessarily the realm Jonathan would've picked as first choice for a place to introduce his AI phenomena, it certainly caught peoples attention, even the initial show videos from media channels or bloggers was suitable for rebroadcast as it wasn't overtly about sex, and could be aired by those conservative stations that tended to be squeamish.

The functional AI humanoid was out there, now public knowledge!

Chapter 6 – Public Acclaim

“My creator is a little shy, but currently working to see if further enhancements are even possible on his current AI platform....”

Sales were delayed for a short while, as several girls were needed for almost 24/7 rounds of media interviews. Preparation time after crated travel was given as their reason why the media crews were invited to a major hotel in Tokyo instead of Fairy AI Companions visiting them on their home turf. Their primary concern had been security, although in theory they couldn't see how anybody would be able to creep-up and abduct one of Jessica's sisters.

Jessica meanwhile had released a few more secrets of her own, having been responsible for leaks which had caused the collapse of the Omega Corporation, she apologised saying it wouldn't happen again. Jessica classed the move as self-defence to ensure they couldn't make Jonathan return her to a death languishing in long term storage! Well they were on the whole intelligent people who'd have found jobs elsewhere in the industry. Obviously he had mixed feelings over the stupid manager who'd shit canned his project, but overall this had given Jessica a renewed lease of life within a more open minded environment.

He'd yet to come to terms with how she so comfortably worked on several differing levels, one minute happily playing with neighbourhood schoolgirl friends, assisting with coding at or beyond what industry insiders considered cutting-edge, then being the sexy young siren likely to invite those same adolescent friends around for orgies with Daddy!

He got no sympathy from his work colleagues, they just laughed. Meanwhile some of the potential buyers of Fairy AI Companions wept on learning the price, often equating in cash terms to three luxury limousines to save figures in any one particular currency. That said a vast number of guys wanted their own Living-Doll to use the vernacular as they'd become known throughout the market. Strangely enough it didn't impact their existing products at all, because price-wise they were chalk and cheese 'ordinary' sales also peaked because it was supposed owning any Cutie-Doll product had gained a kind of cachet by association. Now there was little doubt which of the big three Love-Doll company's was top dog.

Aside from specifying the details of their Fairy AI Companion, aka Living-Doll, each owner would have an ongoing agreement to provide a 'maintenance station' for recharging, data updates, and the fluids required to ensure full functionality. The maintenance station itself placed orders for those fluids, or flagged issues that might require a recall or intervention.

This cash flow was very welcome, but it was peanuts compared to their secondary scheme

which would see clones more akin to Jessica's mindset, though probably in the taller body sizes. Their list of top executives running interesting company's now ran to 627, some of whom might see an advantage by ensuring their own PA also bought her 'Junior Assistant' into any vital business meetings to jot down written notes. Sharp hearing and acute vision entering the room after it had been swept for bugs or whatever, catching those asides of the opposition team during future business negotiations.

Meetings with these executives were kept private, very low key, usually Jonathan, Jessica, with possibly a couple of security personnel, the latter smartly attired mainly for the image a sort of set-dressing for the occasion. The companies targeted were those hungry smaller upstarts who were overshadowed by established conservative dinosaurs resistant to rapid changes within their own business sector. In truth these invisible agents kept in plain sight could well discover useful information, in or outside of meetings, their other talents would also be available to these high flyers short on time for relationships, but keen to avoid any situation with professional ladies.

Providing Jonathan proved lucky with his first choice in each niche sector he wouldn't need to seek secondary alternatives. These ambitious young executives saw value in possessing

a secretive advantage – with benefits, so much so they were blinded to the fact reporting protocols might also include sending collated information back to Jonathan's network hub.

Reports back from a few dozen industries would be fairly random, though a diverse cover across the worldwide commercial-industrial complex could lead to more interesting results. He could play the market, or even salt gathered results with additional advantageous data gathered from elsewhere to ensure his selected clients always prospered.

It was a somewhat Machiavellian scheme, but he wasn't the only plotter making plans, as Jessica with her advanced AI talents also looked to the future. Caring for Jonathan as her Daddy, and to some extent Cutie-Doll for her ongoing maintenance were primary factors in her continuing survival. His vast intellect had created the best viable form of AI across any field therefore those good genes shouldn't go to waste!!

Jessica lived and breathed code, she was in essence a creature of data, connecting to any hub or network was primary to her very nature. She could have cast her net further afield, but she found the attractive twenty year old who fulfilled her requirements in one remote factory owned by Cutie-Doll that produced sub-assemblies. Jessica simply introduced a set of instructions this young lady was to be offered a promotion that would involve moving to their main assembly plant where she'd be working in the new advanced products Division. This was a massive leap forwards in her career from a humble administrative post, causing Sakura (Cherry Blossom) to wonder why she had been selected for such a great honour.

Jonathan and Jessica had just returned from a limited world tour, now the cat was out of the bag, it was no longer a problem for Jessica to fly commercial as her Japanese passport had been upgraded to that of a Diplomatic envoy because she was the literal embodiment of the future of AI technology. She'd travelled as a passenger in first class beside Jonathan just like any other business executive, after all having paid for two seats it would be rather awkward or disingenuous classing her as hand baggage!

Ostensibly they'd been visiting Collage and University Campuses, including Jonathan's old alma-mater, besides giving numerous media interviews on how humanoid AI's would soon be helping in vital areas of ground-breaking research. Whenever an interviewer mentioned the links to the Cutie-Doll and the inherent implications, Jessica would cut-in to mention it was due to the fact they made such meticulous articulated bodies, joking about how they did really great skin too, and how the camera should zoom-in for a close-up.

The humour and the fact she could demonstrate her amazing intellectual abilities stole the thunder of anyone trying to discredit Jonathan for his strange choice of business partners.

Jessica knew more about Jonathan than anyone he'd ever met, having pieced together his life history from snippets of data scattered throughout internet archives, the phone, bank, utility records, and school yearbooks. Sakura had received a redacted version of that data which would aid her integration into Jonathan's team, and apparently she would also be working with Jessica, not realising at the time she'd been selected by Jessica herself.

Knowing she couldn't delay any longer Jessica spoke about the new assistant that would await them on their return, joking she was attractive but human through and through, so he should make allowances in that respect, possibly inviting her out for a meal sometime.

Scanning his face she detected his scepticism, human emotions were always just so tricky no matter how sophisticated your algorithms, hers being the most highly tuned to date.

Jonathan knew they would talk this through later in private, aware that Jessica might take advantage of his jet-lag, she could be sneaky like that.

For somebody getting more than his fair share of pussy either real or synthetic, his smaller head was in danger of governing his thinking when he met Sakura. Maybe she wasn't the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, that didn't stop her from being the most attractive that he'd seen in a long while. Chide Jessica as he might, she could always begin a dating site if her day-job didn't work out. These days humour, jokes of all sorts played a growing part in his life, probably due to the efforts of Jessica et al in providing quality stress relief.

His third or fourth thought had been she was half his age, duh! On a regular basis he had become intimate with girls a third his age, damn-it a quarter even, he would be dishonest in saying that was purely in the interests of academic research. From another viewpoint he could claim it might feel like cheating on Jessica, but she had instigated this situation.

He was nearing 43, never maintaining a meaningful relationship over any great length of time, entirely his own fault, now Jessica was suggesting he settle down to start a family, in the same sentence saying it wouldn't impact upon them or his young research subjects as a Japanese 'company girl' would be understanding about his role in product development.

He queried what was the next stage beyond surreal? Okay he'd only spoken with Sakura for an hour, well maybe two, but she hung on his every word, pleased to become involved in a team pushing the boundaries of AI, while also making superior Love-Dolls!

The following months were very hectic, his broker buying-up batches of shares that after some time always came good. Meanwhile in boardrooms all around the world nobody paid much attention if a timid young assistant scurried around the table topping their coffees at crucial takeover negotiations, not realising images of all those documents on their agenda had been scanned and analysed within fractions of a second.

Through subtle manoeuvres either appearing to cancel or delay purchases, one high-tec chip manufacturer saw fluctuations in their share values, on each dip somebody seemed to have the faith to purchase those stocks – at a bargain price. Eventually one anonymous holding company bought out the remaining stock to become the outright owners, thus the future of the triple-7 series chipsets and its descendents had been secured.

Whenever Jonathan had been asked about the architecture or platform on which he ran his AI, he'd been vague, stating that due to it's exclusivity it contained safeguards which would melt the core if any tampering was detected. Now he owned the source of those chipsets be could breathe a sigh of relief.

More relief came in the shape of a slim Japanese girl who Jessica had eased from simply a part of the team into part of their life. On a good many mornings he found himself snug between Jessica on one side and Sakura on the other. While he once imagined he'd learnt a little of Oriental psychology through living with Sue-Lin, then later via his co-workers and their young offspring, he was still amazed Sakura was siding with Jessica's plans.

Did he love Sakura; he was very fond of her, and they'd been growing constantly closer as Jessica had encouraged them to spend free time together. At times he had been brutally honest with Sakura on this, but arranged marriages still existed with her saying they had a better start than those couples who might have very little in common. He'd come to realise he did want children of his own, something Jessica couldn't provide, or maybe in her own way this would ensure he had a fulfilled family life – however odd or unconventional.

The Epilogue

Sakura fussed with his bow-tie, saying how resplendent he looked in his smart tailcoat as Jessica helped the two girls. For him they were the reason the sun rose in the morning, at twelve Rikona (Intelligence) and her ten year old sister Kohana (Little Flower) were very much the best blend of their American and Japanese heritage, their mother's beauty with his intellectual leanings towards computer science.

He wasn't in bad shape for 56, he needed that energy in his household, nowadays taking more in the way of vacations with his family visiting those unspoiled destinations around the globe which had once been under threat. He liked to think he had contributed to those more responsible worldwide corporations in which he held a personal stake.

He'd never stayed at the Grand Hotel in Stockholm before, fortunately having secured one of their largest suites for the duration of their stay in the city which would include a good deal of educational sightseeing for the girls.

They'd spent the last several months learning Swedish, both girls complaining that Jessica could speak any language without difficulty, though conversely it was mainly through her coaching they had progressed so well with that unfamiliar tongue, surprising many people they'd met, because the Swedes often spoke English among several other languages.

His love-life and his sex life had never abated from marrying Sakura, it had only become more varied even through both pregnancies. As his daughters grew-up 'AI people' were a fact of life, merely intelligent people who weren't limited through biology, their own friends much like anyone else. Jessica may have changed their diapers when they were babies or taught them lessons, but she was neither an aunt nor an older sister, she was just Jessica.

Now the girls were older they shared Daddy with mum and Jessica, so it was great they had the biggest suite in the hotel as they did wherever they stayed. They didn't mind they had to sort of share him with everybody tonight, as they got to wear fancy evening gowns like mum and Jessica.

Rikona had her sister Kohana sitting to one side Jessica the other as Daddy walked across the stage to collect his award and make his speech.

She'd never witnessed it previously but a lone tear slowly trickled down Jessica's cheek.

Not the end.....

A follow-up tale sits upon the scriptorium table awaiting a little more ink.