Tamara pulled the zip up the centre of her Ekzo suit chest plate, securing the last piece in place. To the layperson she might look like an extra in a Star Wars movie, dressed neck to toe in Sci-fi armour. It took a while to put all this garb on, but that was the price of fully immersive virtual reality.
She suppressed a pang of nervous energy. Today she would be taking that one stage further: an extra piece added to the suit, some extra custom code that she had written.
She booted up the suit and activated the system using the control panel on her wrist.
The Ekzo rig unfolded itself from the roof of her home office. This was a mechanical spider that reached out and attached to hardpoints on the backs of her arms, legs, torso and waist of the suit. It was slightly disconcerting the first time the robot arms connected with your body and lifted you off the floor, but you got used to it.
Like any good VR rig, there were sensors all over the thing, feeding back vital information about how Tamara moved. Likewise the suit's haptics allowed her to feel anything her body touched in the virtual world.
She felt the robot limbs lift her from the ground and then she was standing on a virtual floor, six inches above her real office floor. All she had to do was lower the visor on her helmet and she was in a virtual realm no less physical than the real one.
It was so much better than the old days with those omnidirectional treadmills. There were no rules anymore, not in this world. If she wanted to jump out of an airlock into space, do a forward summersault and fly like a superhero that's exactly what she could do. And it would feel real: punch a wall and you'd feel it; though the system wouldn't let you hurt yourself.
The system loaded up her personal lobby. The room was large and spacious, with sci-fi styling like something out of the Starship Enterprise. It was filled with artworks, sculptures and holographic displays, projects she was working on. She liked to think of it as her own personal museum.
She looked down at her body. In VR, the Ekzo suit was essentially invisible. Instead she was wearing a seamless, zipless, form-fitting black bodysuit, almost as close to naked as she could get without actually being naked. Tamara liked the way the suit made her look, even if she had cheated a little bit on her proportions.
In the middle of her virtual lobby there was a virtual desk and chair. She walked over and sat down, knowing that in reality her body was staying right where it was, walking on thin air. The system opened up a screen showing her a virtual desktop. No monitor, the windows just opened in mid air above the desk.
A new window opened, and Tamara felt another pang of excitement when she saw the caption:
"New hardware detected."
Indulgently she let her eyes fall on the title of the new device: "SheDon multi-function sexual stimulator."
All of the interface indicators were showing green ticks and Tamara's excitement peaked when she saw a button marked "test device".
The SheDon was essentially an alternate crotch piece for the Ekzo suit. It had quite a bulbous front that housed multiple devices that could be brought to bear on its wearer, to simulate virtual sexual encounters they might be having. Tamara had seen the various probes pop out and do their stuff when she had tested her code, and she had tried the piece on several times to make sure she had the right size and that it would integrate with her suit. This, however, was the first time that the device had been live and strapped to her body. It made her nervous, and definitely other emotions, as evidenced by the tingly glow of anticipation she was already feeling between her legs.
She reached out and pressed the button. The device began to vibrate. It wasn't a big vibration, more like a low hum that built up a rhythm. Something that felt a lot like a wand massager pressed gently against her mound. It felt good, and more than a little surreal given that all she could see in the virtual world was the uninterrupted smooth curves of her body under black virtual spandex.
After a few seconds the vibrator withdrew. There was a momentary pause before she felt a new pressure, this time some kind of protrusion pressing on her nether lips. As it pushed further in, Tamara felt the sensation of a tongue licking her labia, sliding back and forth, then probing inside her.
"Holy fuck," she said aloud. She gasped as the tongue slid back and forth, swirled around her clitoris, then withdrew. She was wet and it couldn't have all come from the device's lube system.
Next the third device made itself known to her. It was a long, slender probe that slipped between her labia, then slowly pushed inwards until it was buried deep in her vagina. The sensation was surprisingly intense and she was glad that it felt narrow and was well lubricated. Or was that just how wet she already was?
She was already holding on to the virtual desk. She gave a small yelp as the probe curled inside her, pressing against her g-spot. It vibrated for a second then it swirled around in a circle pressing on all sides, finally it swelled up momentarily, stretching her slightly. This made her moan and shift in her seat. Before she could get a proper mental grasp on anything that it had done the probe withdrew.
"Test complete."
She let go of the desk and shook her head as the last device withdrew. Her hands were shaking as she looked down at her body. "Wow."
She leaned back in her chair, feeling a mixture of fear and anticipation. Was this going to work? Did she still want to go through with her plan?
Receiving pleasure from a doll that work had leant to her to run tests on was one thing, but what she had been building up to this evening was a lot more hardcore, and probably borderline illegal.
She had been obsessed with the dolls ever since she had first seen them. It was a fixation, an that invisible force that had driven her through years of work, late nights, innovation, breakthroughs in the field of AI research, and many promotions at work. Something drew her inexorably to these high end sex toys.
It wasn't the desire to have sex with them though. She'd used her doll to get herself off plenty of times and it felt great, but it didn't scratch her itch. There was something missing, and no it wasn't a male doll with a penis, though that would be fun. It was something else.
She sat there for several minutes, staring at her virtual body as if she expected to feel the stimulation return. When nothing happened she looked up.
"I'm doing this," she said.
She leant forward and tapped the virtual display, firing up her work software tools and pulling up the doll network monitoring interface. As usual it displayed a list of all sessions currently in progress.
Next she launched her custom code in a second window. Nothing to see but lines of scrolling text. No error messages though. Good!
Now she looked for a session that met her criteria. The dolls only connected to the server when they were engaging in sexual activity with their user. They fed back a comprehensive telemetry data that was used to improve the dolls' learning AIs, and sometimes they used the central servers to do some of the heavy lifting if there were difficult calculations that they couldn't perform locally. Tamara scanned the list looking for a session that had only just started.
Right on cue a new one appeared at the top of the list. Somewhere in the world a new session was starting right now. She checked the details and was astonished to see that the "total user hours" readout said "0". This was a brand new user with a brand new doll!
It was too good an opportunity to miss. She was almost shaking with nerves by now. Her custom software window was presenting her with a single button: "Run simulation". She reached out a trembling finger and pressed it.
The lobby scene and the screen faded out to black and a new scene established itself. She was sat on the edge of a bed facing a young man who was sat on the bed next to her. She felt her body shift, the Ekzo system's force feedback gently rearranged her limbs and her posture to match the new scene. She felt her suit's haptics kick in, simulating the sensation of the doll's loose fitting nightgown and panties on her skin, and the bed underneath her.
The man was tall, very muscular and handsome, dressed in a shirt and trousers. His hair was short and stylish, his face was clean shaven. A beautiful smile revealed perfect teeth and a touch of nervous energy.
His appearance was a construct of course, a generic male form generated by the system to protect his anonymity. Only the doll's on-board processing had access to the live camera view from its eyes. The bedroom was also a construct. It matched the configuration of the real room the doll was in, but any specific decoration would be missing.
It was when she tried to look around the room that Tamara realised that she couldn't turn her head. It was the strangest thing, the Ekzo rig's actuators held it in place like they were suddenly made of steel. She tried to move her arms and found that they too were pinned where they were. All of a sudden she had no control over her own body.
The doll reached out with one hand and touched the man's arm. Tamara felt her own arm reach out, felt the warm softness of his skin under his fingertips.
"Setup is complete," She heard the doll's voice say as though it was her own, "your doll is now fully sexually active."
Tamara felt a surge of arousal course through her. She was the doll.
