Andrew sat anxiously in Dr. Sylid's waiting room. He had never done anything like this before. He was a good husband. He'd never been to a strip club, been with a prostitute, he didn't even watch porn. In fact, the only woman he'd ever slept with was his wife, and he was proud of that fact. But, well, things weren't like they used to be. They hardly ever had sex anymore, and she refused to ever give blowjobs. Plus, he had a sneaking suspicion that she was sleeping with their neighbor, Samuel. It was downright embarrassing.
Andrew and his wife, Jennifer, of ten years just didn't connect like they used to. She didn't even want kids! What kind of wife won't give her husband children? He was getting desperate. All he wanted was a woman who he could love, take care of, and eventually, impregnate. He didn't think that was too much to ask for, but obviously, Jennifer did. So he had to resort to Dr. Sylid's unique services.
New technology allowed Dr. Sylid, a former professional porn star, to create custom androids that functioned as real humans. They looked real, felt real, and could even bear children. But they weren't just functionally human. They would obey your every wish, you could design every one of their features (including personality), and (if you so wished) give them superhuman traits. They were pricey, but Andrew didn't have a lot of options. Jennifer left him no choice.
"Andrew Simmons? The doctor is waiting for you." A beautiful young blonde woman interrupted his train of thought. She was the doctor's secretary, and Andrew wondered if she was an android. It was nearly impossible to tell the difference between the robots and humans.
He nodded and stood up, a little shakey and nervous. What if Jennifer found out? I mean, she had to, eventually. What would she say? Would she file for divorce? Would that be such a bad thing? Andrew tried to focus on staying calm as he entered the office, the blonde holding the door open for him.
The office was neat and modern, with a little decorative waterfall on the back wall. An older man was sitting down infront of a computer, typing something up. The plaque on the table read: Dr. Maxwell Sylid, PhD. He looked up from the computer and smiled. "You must be Andrew! How are you?"
Andrew shrugged. "I'm a little nervous."
"Oh, there's no need for that! The whole process is very quick and easy. Do you have any idea what you're looking for?"
Andrew was taken aback. He hadn't even thought about how he would design his new doll. "I'm not sure." He said, thinking, and the doctor laughed. "Well, that's certainly unusual! Most men come in with a five-paragraph essay describing their dream girl--or guy. Well, let's start simple. What color hair do you like?"
"Not a blonde." Andrew said quickly. Jennifer was a blonde. The last thing he needed right now was to be thinking about his wife. "How about just brown. I like brunettes. And blue eyes! I've always wanted a blue-eyed girl." Andrew continued.The doctor typed something into his computer.
"Okay, okay. And what kind of build do you want? Slender, a little bit of cushion-for-the-pushin', if you know what I mean?" He laughed. Andrew proceeded to describe his dream-girl, getting more comfortable with the situation. He described his dream height, breast size, the outfit he wanted her in, even foot size. He wondered how accurately the doctor would be able to capture his vision.
"Very good, very good." Dr. Sylid said, typing. "I see you're finally getting into the spirit of things! Now, do you want any...special features? I can give her a cock. One guy asked for a girl with a two foot cock, believe it or not!"
Andrew nodded no quickly.
"What about wings? I can give her wings, if you're into that. Or a cat tail!"
Andrew nodded no again, and the doctor sighed. "Oh, well. That's alright. Anyway, everything seems to be in order here. I'll just submit your design and she'll be ready in about an hour. You can wait back in the waiting room."
Andrew nodded in agreement and stood up, hardly believing that in just an hour he'd have his dream girl, all for him! "Oh, and send in my B39 on your way out." Dr. Sylid said. When Andrew looked at him in confusion, he explained that B39 was the blonde secretary's name.
Andrew did as he was told, and the blonde walked into the office. He lingered in the doorway, watching in curiosity. To his complete shock, the secretary--B39--wasted no time getting down on her knees infront of her boss, unzipping his pants, and taking his wrinkly cock into her mouth. Andrew closed the door in surprise, trying to ignore the feeling in his own pants. 37 years without porn will make a guy...sensitive down there.
Andrew had a seat in the waiting room, idly flipping open a magazine to kill time. The thing was littered with images of huge, throbbing cocks and naked women, covered in semen. He couldn't tear his eyes away, it was like nothing he'd ever seen before. For his entire life, he'd managed to avoid the adult entertainment industry, but now he saw that it was a wonderland. He had been missing out on so much. By now, his penis had inflated to it's full length in his pants, a little above average at seven inches. He resentfully thought that it hadn't ever been enough to please Jennifer.
The full hour passed in what felt like minutes, as Andrew spent the whole time drooling over the pornographic magazine. A woman dressed just like B39 entered the room, this one with red hair. "Mr. A Simmons, your Android is ready and waiting for you to give her a test drive. Follow me."
