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The Truth - Chapter 24
🕑 Added 2024-07-09 04:00:01 +0000 UTCHe walked back into the bedroom. “Sarah and Mira, you are free to act normally.”
Mira stood up immediately. “What time is it?”
“Almost eleven,” Jon said pointing at the clock.
“I need to get some sleep so I can get to the boutique by ten tomorrow morning.”
“I have a thought,” Jon said. “Debra, think up a good pose for the boutique window. Debra posed as she imagines Debra.”
Debra the mannequin was now standing at attention beside the bed.
Jon looked at her for a moment and said, “Debra flesh Debra.”
“You got my hint!” Debra laughed. “I just thought it would be better if I could change into a mannequin on my own so I could change back to flesh if I wanted to. Also, why am I posing for the boutique window?”
“Turn into a mannequin. Any pose.” Jon requested. When she did, he continued, “Mira, dress her and I’ll put you both in the store window for the night.”
Mira touched Debra and transformed into a dark green dress with white trim, a gold lame clutch and matching shoes.
As the shoes appeared Debra swayed a little. She turned back to flesh and said, “When she puts shoes on my feet, I can’t compensate for the change in center of gravity because I can’t move. Now when I change into a mannequin, I’ll be properly balanced. She wants to know if you change her spell, or mine, to fix this,” Debra laughed. “You have to make it so I can talk to my clothes, if their alive, when I’m a mannequin. It’s no fair that I’ll hear her and she won’t hear me.”
“Mira, try not to drive Debra crazy talking to her all night. I’ll go modify the mannequin spell so that if the clothing worn is living you can communicate both directions. Sarah, go start that change, please.”
“Please? For that I even do it fast.” Sarah said scurrying from the room.
“Okay, pick a new pose facing that wall and I’ll teleport you to the boutique window. This way we can be sure Mira is at the store for opening. Mira, make sure you are human by nine and call in the other employees by ten so we can screen them and add them to the store spells. Oh and be sure to get some sleep tonight, the two of you.”
“She said okay,” Debra said. Then she turned to the wall, struck a pose, and said, “I’m a mannequin. I’m a mannequin. I’m a mannequin.” She transformed into a mannequin.
“Debra teleport Bede’s boutique front window Debra.”
Jon went to the living room.
Sarah announced, “I’ve created the spell allowing Debra to communicate with her clothing; this spell reshapes a living mannequin’s legs when shoes are placed on their feet; and a few spells to modify Mira’s apparent age.”
Jon said, “Sarah become self Sarah.”
Sarah immediately dropped to the floor kneeling in front of Jon, “Oh, thank you, blessed Master for restoring this slave’s slave-self.”
“I'm tired. Go to my bed and we'll sleep.”
“Yes, Master!” Sarah squealed, running into the bedroom.
Jon had a thought and sat at the desk. He finished a new set of spells and got up. He picked up the TV remote and cast the new spells. Then he turned on the TV. On one channel, Sandra was recharging in Jerry's foyer. He changed the channel and found Debra standing in the store windows at Bede's.
Another channel change and he saw Genny laying in bed grinding her crotch against a body pillow.
Jon smirked, remembering he had left her plugged, but turned off. “Genny plugged 20 percent Genny.”
Genny stopped moving and looked around. “Jon?” After a moment she added, “Thanks, Jon. Good night.” She lay her head down and closed her eyes.
Jon changed channels again and saw Sarah on his bed. She had made the bed and was sitting at the end of the bed watching the entrance to the room. A few seconds later she got up and lay on the bed face up, staring at the ceiling. A few seconds later she was on her stomach, her arms stretched over her head.
Another channel change showed the statue of Dorothy standing in Mira's foyer. The sound of running water sounded soothing in the empty hall.
Another channel change showed Tracy sleeping, sitting on the sofa with her legs spread. Irina was still a wind-up figure and she had apparently wound down doing something between Tracy's legs.
Jon turned the TV off and went to his bedroom. Sarah had fallen asleep curled up at the end of the bed. He got in bed behind her and wrapped an arm over her shoulder. He was asleep quickly thereafter.
* * *
The morning sun managed to reach the store window by eight through the canyon of buildings. It quickly warmed Debra's cool plastic body waking her gently. Outside the window office workers briskly walked by on their way to work. None took the time to notice one of many mannequins in one of many store windows. And none of them noticed when one of the mannequins animated and stepped out of the window into the store.
“Mira? Are you awake?” Debra asked as she walked through the store to backroom.
“I am now. Where are we going?”
“I'm taking you to the office so you can call Zoe and Brenda in early,” Debra replied. At the office, she stood in the corner and turned back into a mannequin. “Oh, and before I forget,” she thought to Mira. “Get someone to bring breakfast. I'm starved.”
The green dress and accessories flowed off Debra's stiff body as Mira returned to flesh. “No problem, Debra. I'm a bit hungry myself.” She ran a hand over Debra's breast and asked, “Which feels better my hand on your breast or me as fabric stretched around your breast, I wonder.” She sat down at the desk and called Zoe and Brenda in early, asking Brenda to bring in breakfast for 5-6 people. She looked back at Debra and said, “Stay right there. I want to dress you. Don't move.”
She returned shortly with a strapless cocktail dress. She removed Debra's arms and slipped the dress over her head. She was zipping up the back of the dress as Brenda arrived.
“I've got bagels, donuts and coffee.” Brenda was a tall, freckled redhead with pale skin.
“Excellent,” Mira said, grabbing a bagel.
At that moment Zoe arrived. “Hi.” She said softly, taking a bagel. Zoe was a plump brunette who dressed as conservatively as possible. “Is that Debra?” she asked.
“Yes, it is,” Debra said transforming, “And I'd like to eat something but someone's forgotten to reattach my arms.”
After a moment of shock shared by the other two women, Mira said, “Sorry, I wasn't done dressing you.”
“When we turn into mannequins will our arms come off?” Brenda asked.
“No,” Jon replied appearing suddenly in the doorway. “Your mannequin forms will have no joints. Debra, I think, was just trying to surprise you.” While Debra's arms were reattached, Jon explained the idea behind the mannequin sales staff. He finished, asking, “Do you have any misgivings about being mannequins?”
“I do,” Zoe said. “I don't really fit into the clothing here.”
“I'm not going to fire you for being overweight. But part of the job is being able to wear the clothes.”
“I was talking to Rachel last night and she said I might be able to do alterations in back.” Zoe offered.
“That would be such a waste,” Brenda said. “Zoe knows the store's inventory inside and out. And she's a natural with customers. If we can change into mannequins, can't you change her size?”
“I could,” Jon said. “But how would she explain going from how she looks now to a size 6 overnight?”
“Maybe she'd only be thin here while she gradually loses the weight,” Mira offered. “The mannequin transformations only work here. So maybe she just steps into the changing room one size and walks out another.”
“How would you feel about that?” Debra asked Zoe.
“Losing weight sounds great but that doesn't make being a helpless mannequin all day more appealing.”
“I have an idea that was similar to being a mannequin but more of a marketing job.” Sarah interjected, “Maybe a cardboard kiosk that talks to the customers. Offers promotions, notes the sales, etc. The kind of cardboard cutout you find in a bar but this one would talk. Would being able to talk make you feel less helpless?”
“Yeah, that sound okay.”
* * *
Jerry showered and dressed casually. He went to his foyer and found the robot's eyes were no longer flashing. He unplugged the robot.
As he did so the robot's eyes lit for a few seconds then faded as the lids opened. “Good morning, Jerry,” she said.
“Do you need assistance getting out of the shipping case?”
“No, thank you,” she replied sitting up. She lifted one leg up and over the side of the case and then the other, turning in that direction. Then she just stood up. For a normal human to do what she did would require incredible muscle strength. “Would you like to store the shipping case in a location more suitable than this foyer?”
“Do you need the case for routine daily use?”
“There are a few wrenches with uncommon heads in the case needed for long term maintenance. For daily use and maintenance, the case is unnecessary.” She closed the case and picked it up. “Is there a closet where it can standup? Or a bed it can lay under?”
“This way,” he said leading her to his spare room. He opened the closet and moved some clothing aside. “Will it fit there?”
“I believe so,” she replied maneuvering the case into the corner of the closet. “This is not your bedroom, correct?”
“Yes, this is the spare room,” he answered. “How about making breakfast?”
“Certainly, lead me to your kitchen. What would you like to eat this morning?”
“Just an egg over easy and some toast with my coffee.”
The robot paused at the entrance to the kitchen than said, “Please stand back. I need to get use to your kitchen.” The robot was a blur of motion opening and closing every cabinet in the kitchen. Before he could react, she was standing in front of the refrigerator where she returned to normal speed as she picked up an egg, the butter and the milk. She got out a mug, a bowl, a frying pan, and other cooking utensils as if she had been cooking in the kitchen for years. She started his coffee, put bread in the toaster and turned on the stove for the frying pan. As she cooked she commented, “If you have any complaints about the personality I am using, you can always modify it in it Maintenance Mode.”
“So far, so good,” he replied sitting at the dinette. “I see I should have asked for something fancier.”
“Would you like something fancier? I could do a quick sauce.”
“Maybe tomorrow.”
“How do you like your coffee?”
“Black is fine. One sugar is sometimes better.”
She took a sip of the coffee then handed it to him. “How is this?”
He took a sip. “It needs a sugar or one of my sugar substitutes in the....”
“Third cabinet from the left. Duly noted.” She said opening the cabinet and getting sugar substitute packet, opening it and pouring it into his coffee. Turning away, she flipped the egg. The toaster popped and she put the hot toast to a plate and proceeded to butter it. She held it up, “Too much butter? Not enough?”
“Just a bit more,” he replied.
She nodded and finished buttering his toast. Then she put the egg on his plate and placed it in front of him. “I hope you like it.” She turned around and start tidying the kitchen.
A girlfriend would have watched me try it, he thought. “Tastes great, Sandra,” he said.
“Glad you like it,” she replied. After cleaning her mess she started cleaning off whatever plates were in the sink and put them in the dishwasher. “What are your plans for after breakfast?”
“Haven't decided,” he replied finishing his toast and eggs.
She took his dish and it was quickly in the dishwasher. “I have several suggestions that might interest you but I don't want to be too forward.”
“Too forward? Really?”
“The first thing you requested of me was breakfast. I suspect you aren't in a hurry for sex. I'll suggest you ask me to clean something. Perhaps some laundry or some vacuuming.”
He laughed, “I'm supposed to ask for sex first? Is there some kind of etiquette for the first day with a sex robot?”
“Yes, you are supposed to request a blow job and then fuck every orifice I have,” she replied licking her lips.
“You have a tongue?”
“Of course? Can't give head without a tongue. Want a demonstration?”
“Okay, I haven't had a good blow in a while. Why not?” He got up. “I'll go sit on the sofa.”
“That would be fine,” she said following him into the living room. As he reached the sofa, she grabbed his belt and started to open it. Then she slid his pants down along with his boxers. Then she pointed to the sofa. As he sat down she took his cock in her hand and knelt down. Her eyes were looking into his eyes as she methodically coated his cock with saliva.
Jerry marveled at the attention to detail. Whatever lubricant she was using felt, looked and even bubbled like saliva. Staring back into her eyes, they looked so human. He had something of a fetish for robots but she did not act like a robot.
There was nothing high-tech about the blow job. She alternated between stroking his cock with her hands and her mouth as a living woman might. Jerry closed his eyes after a moment and let himself enjoy the blow job. After a few moments he was ready to cum. He looked down at the robot and her eyes were locked on his. As if reading his mind, she redoubled her efforts and he found himself cumming in her mouth, the sound of sucking it all down and his heavy breathing the only sounds in the room.
She continued licking his cock, sucking down any additional cum. When he looked down at her again, she removed his cock from her mouth and asked, “Next hole?”
He laughed. “You are not what I expected.”
“Are you displeased?”
“Not after that,” he explained. “I was just expecting you to act like a robot.”
“Ro bot Mode En Gaged”, Sandra intoned, her eyes lighting with each word. She stood up straight, her arms were bend at a perfect right angle with her hands held perfectly flat, the fingers rigid and side-by-side. “How May I Serve You?”
“What just happened?” He was going to stand up but realized he was getting hard. “Remove your leotard.”
With herky-jerky movements, the robot reached the leotard zipper and pulled it down. When finished, a smooth crotched woman (based on her breasts) stood in the comical robot pose.
“Bend over and spread your legs.”
Again the robot silently complied.
Jerry was hard again. He got up and stood behind the robot. “How do I fuck you with no cunt?”
“Sex Or Gans Ex Posed,” the robot intoned as a panel over its crotch disappeared, replaced by a sexdoll-like hole.
As accurate as the mouth had been, this was a surprise. But at that point Jerry did not care. He slid his erect cock into the orifice and found it the exact tightness to pleasure his cock. He grabbed hold of the robot and fucked it for all he could.
Ten minutes later he was sitting on the couch. It was too early in the day to be this tired. The robot remained where it was. “We're done. Clean the apartment.”
The orifice disappeared behind its panel as the robot stood up straight. It looked around the room for a moment then started moving. With exaggerated mechanical motions, it picked up its leotard, folded it and placed it neatly on the sofa. The robot then searched for and found a vacuum cleaner.
As it vacuumed the floor, Jerry said, “Freeze.”
The robot stopped moving immediately. He got up and touched its ass and breasts. Though obviously made of some kind of polyvinyl rather than flesh, it felt exactly like flesh. When the robot did not react to being touched at all, he shrugged, “Resume.”
As if unaware it had every stopped, the robot continued vacuuming. Eventually it vacuumed every room in the apartment.
Jerry picked up the robot manual and read about Robot Mode. In this mode, the robot performed any task given. But it would not perform high order tasks in this mode. It could only perform tasks like cooking in Companion Mode. He looked up from the book as the vacuum was not running. He found the robot in the bathroom, cleaning the bathtub. “Companion Mode,” he commanded.
“Companion Mode engaged, Jerry,” Sandra responded. The robotic motions of her body were immediately replaced by more nature human motions. “By the way, do you have any furniture polish? I could not find any.”
“There might be something under the sink. I'll check.”
“No, don't bother. I'll look when I'm done in here.” She said, continuing to clean. As Jerry had lingered at the doorway, she looked at him and said, “You should read page 172.” She winked.
“What's on page 172?”
She smiled wickedly and turned to face him looking down.
Following her eye he noticed her smooth crotch was no longer smooth. An anatomically appropriate slit was visible between her legs.
Comments
Mike K
Geez-you call that a punishment? lol
