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TOYLAND: A ZANSASI HIGHWAY ADVENTURE
By DB  ( DB_Story@att.net / http://home.att.net/files/Authors/db_story/www/ )
Copyrightc 2003 by DB.
ASSM/ASFR (M/Fembot+, rom, ScFi, fantasy, asfr)

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- - -

Author's Note: Zansasi Highway stories are all linked together 
through their location on the highway.  For the most detailed 
introduction to the Zansasi and their Highway, I recommend 
reading Rescuing Silver: Based on the Silver Metal Lover.

A special thanks to Gorgo his excellent and much appreciated 
proofreading.  All remaining mistakes are mine.

AN ILLUSTRATED VERSION OF THIS STORY WILL BE AVAILABLE ON MY WEB-
SITE SHORTLY.

- - -

Chapter 0 -- In the Beginning

I've always loved the movie where the toys come to life.

Not the one with the great 3D computer animation in 1995, or its 
later sequel, although both are absolute great.  No, I mean the 
Babes in Toyland movie.  Again, not the 1997 movie that so many 
people think is so great.  Nor the 1986 TV version.  Not even the 
original 1934 Laurel and Hardy version.  I wasn't even alive 
then.

I mean the 1961 Disney version.  My mother had it on tape and I 
was just at the right impressionable age the first time I saw it 
to be fascinated by the giant machine where you could design any 
toy from scratch by pressing a few buttons and then stand back 
while it was built right before your eyes.  And that gun that 
made things bigger or smaller.  And just that magical land 
overall.

I've grown up and matured a lot in the years since, as have my 
fantasies.  Perhaps it would be more accurate to say my fantasies 
have grown up as well.  Some things just get better over time.

When the Zansasi arrived on Earth, it wasn't via an invasion of 
giant interstellar space ships.  Nothing so loud.  Instead, they 
seemed to just walk out of thin air and quietly announce, "We're 
here."

For more on the Zansasi and their Highway, I recommend reading 
the account of Rescuing Silver.  I did.  Along with every other 
account of travelers along the Zansasi Highway I could get my 
hands on.

I tried to talk with people who had made the journey, though few 
will speak about it at all.  Apparently what happens along the 
way is intensely private.

I even went to The Highway once with the intent to speak to 
travelers passing through.  Didn't have much success.  Most 
everyone there is intent on their own missions and don't have 
time to chat.

That's fine with me.  What I do will be intensely private too.  
Maybe that's the nature of travelers who seek out The Highway.

All I really needed to know was this: was what I wanted possible. 
 I soon became convinced that it is.

- - -

Chapter 1 -- The Journey

They say no two trips down The Highway are ever the same.  I 
don't know how true that is, except that my trip didn't resemble 
any of the other accounts I'd read about.

Most people report traveling alone for long stretches.  Some only 
saw small groups of other travelers.  This makes sense, given how 
sparsely traversed Earth's segment is most of the time.  For a 
good part of my journey, however, I seemed to have connected into 
the superhighway.

I quickly encountered eight full lanes of traffic going each 
direction.  My map guided me towards the outside where the slower 
traffic moved, though even on foot I was faster than many 
travelers.  The inside lanes in both directions often rumbled and 
shook from huge tracked and wheeled vehicles, some seemingly the 
size of buildings.  Between me and them sometimes marched entire 
armies, everything from ultra-modern Buck Roger's types to some 
looking to have come straight out of ancient Rome.  Overhead flew 
an amazing variety of craft.

This much traffic caused quite a commotion at some of the portals 
that line the end of each segment, where each group jockeyed so 
that they could pass through the proper waypoint.  Somehow 
though, this dance all worked and everyone seemed to make the 
connection they needed.

Along the way I saw fascinating places where I would have loved 
to stop and visit.  One place was filled with waterfalls that 
fell upwards, accelerating their way into the sky.  Another was a 
fantasy of islands floating in the sky.  It reminded me of an old 
movie I had once liked - mostly for its soundtrack by Queen - and 
a video game I really enjoyed.  I walked through a world that was 
pitch black, with hanging lights and fireworks as far as the eye 
could see in every direction.  In another one, a huge vortex 
rotated slowly in the sky while spaceships and saucers darted 
through it.

But my map was a harsh taskmaster.  It left me no time for 
sightseeing.  And if I wanted to make my final destination I had 
to follow it exactly.  The Highway does not tolerate fools well.

My solace for all the missed wonders was that I was heading for 
something I wanted even more.  The traffic petered out as I got 
near my destination.  The last few sections were empty except for 
me trudging my way through.

It had been a long hike and I was fortunate that I had 
conditioned myself well for it.  Then again, I'd crossed 
universes today.

- - -

Chapter 2 -- Toyland

I had no doubt the moment I arrived in Toyland.  The quality of 
the light is just amazing, and there's a perfume in the air that 
somehow manages to shout "fun".  There also seems to be a tune 
playing just at the edge of hearing, like a distant merry-go-
round.

Toyland has its dark side to be sure.  Fortunately The Highway 
was nice enough not to deposit me there.  I barely needed a 
glance at my now-blank Map to know I'd arrived.

The blank map didn't worry me.  There was only one path leading 
away from the Highway; flower-lined and completely inviting.  A 
sign next to it simply said: WELCOME.

It appeared to be late afternoon as I set foot on the path, 
trusting to find what I most sought.

In minutes I reached a junction with paths going all directions. 
 I knew I should take the path marked: TOWN.  I wasn't worried 
that I couldn't get a room and a meal, but I knew it wouldn't 
happen until I made it happen.  But instead I followed the path 
labeled: TOYMAKER.  I'm just too impatient for common sense.

This path wound around trees and occasional fountains to 
eventually arrive at a quaint building I recognized from a very 
long time ago in a movie now far, far away.  I heard sheep baaing 
in the distance.

The sign on the door said: OUT TO LUNCH.  Below it another one 
said: COME ON IN - MAKE YOURSELF AT HOME.  I decided to take him 
up on his offer.

The factory was deserted.  The sun slanted in through the big 
windows.  A few shelves had a small number of classic toys - 
wooden soldiers, toy cannons, and the like.  Most were empty.  
One got the impression that these were the leftovers from the 
last gift-giving season.  It is a shame if these are the toys 
left behind, because they are much more enduring then most of 
what goes for "toys" these days.

Since it was summertime (assuming the seasons here run in 
synchronicity) I wasn't surprised to find everyone taking a long 
lunch.  In fact, I was hoping for it.  Toyland is a happy place, 
and I was pretty sure no one would mind me using the equipment.  
I just didn't quite want anyone looking over my shoulders yet.

The automated toymaking machine was every bit the marvel it 
seemed when I had first seen it at age eleven.  I had been afraid 
it would appear clunky and dated, but it looked as modern as I 
could wish, just waiting to do my bidding.  It appeared capable 
of manufacturing the most modern toys available, which is exactly 
what I needed.

I walked around it twice, hoping it would be as easy to use as it 
was shown in the movie.  It looked like it just might be.  There 
was a large, friendly button on the front labeled: START HERE.

I looked at this for a long time.  I'd come so far across the 
years and the multiverse to arrive at this moment.  I savored it, 
while listening for any sounds that would tell me I was not 
alone.  The factory remained deserted.  Only the slowly fading 
light outside changed.

Finally I was jarred out of my reverie by an evening bird 
chirping nearby.  I looked around one more time, then stepped up 
and pushed the START button.

- - -

I didn't know what to expect, and jumped when the machine 
actually seemed to take a breath.  It was just everything 
activating.  I quickly let out the breath I was holding.  Then 
the design screen lit up and I was on my way.

It was all marvelously intuitive to use.  Starting at the top 
with a Toy Object, it led me down an easy design path.  Each time 
I made a choice like doll, it would present the next logical 
options (e.g. male or female; child, teenager, or adult, and so 
on).  As I worked, an image was built on the screen showing my 
progress so far.

The only specification that stymied me was that it wouldn't 
accept a height above 11.5 inches.  There was some built-in limit 
there I couldn't figure out how to bypass.  Fortunately I had a 
workaround for that contingency.

Finally I had a lovely image on the screen.  One that millions of 
young girls - and their brothers - would instantly recognize.

Just as I thought I had completed my design, suddenly dozens of 
options appeared as checkboxes at the bottom of the screen.

I skipped most of the outfits and accessories for now, settling 
on a basic black and white single-piece swimsuit and black heels, 
and made sure to include batteries and instructions.

The last item was just labeled: Hi-Tech.   When I touched it I 
got a whole new submenu.  Toymaking has certainly moved into the 
new millennium.

In this area I choose the most aggressive, leading edge options 
offered, and was happy I wasn't paying the bill for this one in a 
store.  It seems that there is a lot that can be fit in that 
little body.

And faster than I would have expected I was done.  I pressed the 
MAKE IT button, and took advantage of the option to save my work 
before completing the task.  I also specified one unit only.

Then I watched a progress bar advance while the machine started 
making the most incredible, indescribable series of sounds one 
could ever imagine.

It took nearly five minutes before a cardboard and cellophane box 
rolled out on the delivery conveyor.  I don't think I would have 
had to wait five minutes for each if I had ordered a hundred 
identical units, but I only needed one.

That box contained my creation.  I picked it up held it close for 
a moment, just to appreciate that it were real.

Then I looked out the window at the early evening and had a 
thought.  I set my box carefully aside.

The day wasn't over yet, and the machine was now all setup with 
my preferences.  I went back to it, made some rapid-fire edits, 
and before you could say "supercallifragilisticexpialidocious", a 
second box was rolling out on the conveyor - this one royal blue 
and gold.

I quickly grabbed it along with the first box, and set off to 
find the final piece I needed - without success!

- - - 

I searched the factory high and low, top to bottom.  I found 
every classical mouse hole, every dust bunny (don't ask), even 
the cat's secret sleeping spot.  But I couldn't find the gun.

I finally gave up.  Twilight had fallen outside the windows and a 
full yellow moon was rising.

I was just going to have to ask about it tomorrow.  Hopefully 
without having to explain too much.

I stepped out into the evening and saw my path lit by moonlight, 
lanterns in the trees, and fireflies.  It was absolutely magical. 
 I decided to try and forget about the rest of my quest for now 
and enjoy this beautiful moment.  I pretty much succeeded.

- - -

I arrived in the town - small village actually - just as some 
people were finishing singing and dancing in the town square.  It 
sounds so corny, but I love that kind of stuff.  Especially the 
innocence of it.

It was easy for me to find the Inn.  They were more than happy to 
give me their best room.  I appeared to be the only guest 
tonight, and got the feeling that might often be the case.  This 
place felt far off the beaten path.

I did my best to rush through dinner.  I was impatient to have 
some private time alone.  But I was also the new stranger in 
town; the storyteller with tales from lands far away.  It seemed 
word had spread such that everyone wanted to come by and meet me.

While I wanted to put all this off for another time, everyone was 
just so nice about it that I couldn't bring myself to stonewall 
them.

I think they must have felt somewhat empathetic towards my 
situation.  Most were willing to ask a single question for now, 
and accept my excuse that I would be more then happy to answer 
more questions on future days.

After what seemed like forever I finally answered the last 
person's question, said no to another refill of my drink, and 
thanked my hosts for their hospitality.

I was able to keep myself from dashing up the wide wooden stairs 
to my room, and was finally ensconced there with the door firmly 
shut and locked.

- - -

Chapter 3 -- Little Darci

I knew what I wanted.  The blue and gold box was set aside.  Then 
I carefully opened the lime green one and gently lifted out a 
perfect blonde miniature woman.

She wore the one-piece bathing suit that did nothing to hide her 
long, shapely legs or exceptional womanly bosom.  Her long golden 
hair complemented her face and skin, which contrasted with the 
simple black and white suit.  And the tall heels she wore made 
her legs appear even longer, and her waist narrower.  I wondered 
if she would even be able to balance on those heels.

Her bright blue eyes and brighter smile showing through ruby lips 
illuminated the entire room.  It's amazing to me that all little 
girls don't grow up to be lesbians when they have toys like this 
as playmates in their formative years.  This doll has certainly 
been the cause of enough brothers sneaking into their sister's 
rooms to play with their sister's toys in ways their sisters 
could never have imagined.

I held her gently and ran my thumb lightly over her full eleven-
and-a-half inches of height.  She felt soft and pliable, the hard 
plastic of older dolls being a thing of the past.  At the top of 
her back I felt the small slide switch, and was ready to find out 
just how well I had accomplished me goal here.  I had actually 
intended for this all to go differently, but that was going to 
have to wait until tomorrow when I could hopefully locate the 
necessary missing piece of my plan.

I placed her down on the table, gratified to see that she 
balanced perfectly on those heels.  Then I went back to her box 
and retrieved the battery and small instruction book.  According 
to the instructions, all she needed was a AAA penlight cell.

A quick peruse through them showed me how to insert the battery. 
 It also listed the commands she would understand afterwards.  
This was a longer list than I had expected them to be able to 
squeeze into her small frame.  A notation at the bottom indicated 
that "Adult Topics" could only be accessed online.  I guess 
someone was worried that this booklet might fall into the wrong 
hands.

I had to undress her to insert the battery.  I didn't mind that 
part a bit, though doll clothes can be tricky.  Fortunately the 
suit turned out to be highly elastic and easily came off.  I left 
her heels on, since she couldn't stand without them.

I marveled at her diminutive waist and large boobs.  Although her 
chest was far smaller than any real woman's, they managed to look 
big on her.  There were even tiny, well-placed nipples poking 
out, along with a real-looking naval and anatomically correct 
hints between her legs.  Sex was an obvious impossibility, but it 
allowed the fantasy of her being a complete woman to exist.

I pressed where instructed and a panel on her back easily popped 
open.  I inserted the battery as indicated and pressed it closed 
again.

Right above the battery compartment is a flush mounted slide 
switch.  Trying to keep myself from expecting too much, I slid it 
up to the ON position.

- - -

It was enchanting to watch this miniature woman come to life.

I pulled my chair over by the table and watched as she blinked a 
couple of times, and then straightened up pulling her shoulders 
back.  She then appeared to take a deep breath, which pushed her 
wonderful bust out even further, and gave a big yawn.

Then she turned around, tilted her head to look up at me as the 
closest person there, and spoke her first words.  "Hello.  What's 
my name?"

Her voice is completely understandable, only the tiniest bit 
high, given her small size.  It also comes across as musical.

I thought for a moment.  It was immediately clear that this is 
how each owner could personalize their doll.  I hadn't thought 
about it, but it makes perfect sense.

I've never liked the obvious name for these dolls and had already 
specified otherwise during her creation.  Maybe just because it 
has been used millions of times.  I remember an animated Superman 
where the show creators must have faced the same dilemma.  Or 
maybe they didn't want to be sued for trademark infringement on 
their own busty blonde, incredibly sexy, robot woman.  I liked 
their choice better, and now confirmed it back to her.

"Darci," I said to her.  "Your name is Darci."

"Darci," she repeated back to me, trying it out.  Then she 
flashed me a bright smile.  "I'm Darci," she announced.  "And who 
are you?"

"I'm Joe," I told her.

Darci flexed her marvelous legs for a moment, then minced her way 
over to the edge of the table and extended her hand.

"Nice to meet you, Joe," she chirped, somehow maintaining a 
bright smile throughout.

I was stumped for a moment.  Then I reached out and gently took 
her hand in my thumb and forefinger to shake.  Her smile, if 
anything, grew even brighter.

Then she said, "What would you like to play today?"  That was the 
start of our relationship.

- - -

Darci proved herself capable of dozens of different actions in 
response to my voice commands.  And her voice recognition 
circuitry quickly trained itself to my voice.  Only a couple 
times did she have to stop and ask if my last command matched a 
specific word in her limited vocabulary.

I was having more fun than I had expected having her parade back 
and forth on the table top, still nude except for her heels.  
There is just something invigorating about the way a woman walks 
in high heels, and Darci had it down perfectly.

On command she also did deep knee bends, touched her toes, 
pushups, sit-ups - the latter making her chest move in the most 
beguiling ways - even cartwheels.  And with every movement she 
loved tossing her head to flip that blonde mane around.

Finally she came over and sat on the edge of the table, crossed 
her legs like a professional anchorwoman wearing a miniskirt on 
any cable news channel and swung them while talking.  This proved 
to be the most remarkable part of all.

Darci actually could hold a conversation - well sort of.  There 
were no deep topics.  And more then a couple times she would 
appear to backtrack and repeat verbatim something she had said 
only moments earlier.  But if I had been an eleven-year-old girl, 
Darci could have been my best friend.

- - -

I was getting sleepy by now.  The initial infatuation was wearing 
off as the realities of my long day caught up.  I was about to 
call it a night when I must have said something that triggered 
Darci's adult mode.

She suddenly straightened up and reached back to run her hands 
through her long hair.  Then she brought her tiny hands around 
front and ran them up over her breasts, closing her eyes and 
shivering as she did so.

Opening her eyes again she looked down below my belt and 
innocently asked in a deeper, more sultry voice, "What's that?"

Of course I'd gotten excited and visibly hard long before now.  
I'd been watching a private fantasy play out right in front of 
me.  But now this was taking an unexpected turn.

I probably could have ended this before it started.  By now I had 
grown familiar with Darci's challenge-response interaction model, 
which while amazing, was limited all the same.  Changing the 
topic was easy.

But I was tired, and in responding to her sudden more adult tone, 
I spoke without thinking first.

"That's my penis," I said, thinking that would end it.

"May I see it?" she asked sweetly.

In the strangest way I felt this doll had just outmaneuvered me. 
 She'd done everything I'd ask of her, and now only asked one 
thing of me in return.

Also, she was naked, while I remained fully clothed.

And finally, my pants were now becoming uncomfortably tight.

Since I was going to end this soon enough anyway, I just went 
with it.

"Sure," I replied, though I didn't make any further move to 
comply.

Darci sat there, legs still crossed, but now flexing one ankle 
and half slipping off one shoe that way women do in heels.

Then she used her free hand to rub her breast again.

That was enough.  I opened my pants and relieved the constriction 
that had been getting painful.

I looked up to see Darci had forgotten about her own breast and 
was looking down at me with interest.

"May I touch it?"

I realized she had to be just following a preprogrammed script, 
but I was intrigued.  What would come next?

"Yes," I replied.

Darci got up and daintily walked along the table until she could 
step down onto the arm of my chair.  It was like watching 
Tinkerbell in the original Peter Pan.

She walked along the arm to where she could step down onto me.  
Then she walked directly across me to it, her heels pricking into 
my skin.

When she got close she stopped and surveyed it.  At almost two-
thirds her own height, she'd never claim I wasn't big enough for 
her.

She appraised it carefully for several moments before walking 
right up to it and wrapping her arms around it, which she could 
just barely manage even while pressing her breasts tightly 
against it.

IT FELT AMAZING!  To have this seductive little lady putting her 
whole body against me this way.

She started trying to kiss the top of it, but her mouth is so 
small, with no tongue to speak of, that this didn't make as much 
of an impression as one might expect.

Then she started doing squats, rubbing her whole body up and down 
against it, and that was exquisite.

Darci was tireless.  Soon I had my eyes closed just to better 
concentrate on my own feelings.  The tingling was spreading out 
to engulf my whole body.  My only thought was wondering how long 
her battery would hold out.

This was so beyond anything I had expected that I was ready to 
declare victory right new.  Just pack Darci up and take her home 
with me to live happily ever after.  Then I made the mistake of 
opening my eyes.

By now Darci had wrapped those sexy legs around my shaft as well, 
and was riding it for all she was worth.  She looked so 
absolutely perfect and desirable that I lost all semblance of 
self-control.  In a moment I knew I was only seconds away from 
shooting my load.

I quickly reached down to pull Darci off.  I didn't want to have 
to clean her up too.

I had to actually command her to "Let go," before she released 
me, and she tossed me a look of what I can only call 
disappointment as I quickly set her back down on the table.

Even with her off of me, I was a goner.  I fountained as hard as 
I ever have, most of it fortunately going straight up and back 
down again.  It felt so very good.

When I finally came down from it I looked over to see Darci, legs 
crossed and swinging again, sitting on the edge of the table 
watching it all.

I wanted to do something in return for her, so I reached over and 
gently stroked those legs.  They felt as warm and soft as any 
real legs should ever be.

Darci smiled at my attention and immediately uncrossed and opened 
them up for my exploration.

I ran my finger right up to where her sex would be as she threw 
her head back and closed her eyes with a big smile on her face.  
But even my pinky finger is far too large for her.

A played with her a bit more as she feigned enjoyment, but was 
now ready to call it a night.

"Turn around please, Darci," I commanded.

"Yes, Joe," she replied, standing up and turning away.

Her hair fell over the switch on her back.  I used one hand to 
move it aside.

"Are you turning me off?" she asked suddenly.

"Yes, " I replied, wondering why she would ask such a question.

Then it made sense when she continued with, "Will you kiss me 
good night first?" and turned back to face me again.

A proper kiss seemed as impossible as sex, but I saw a solution.

I put my forefinger tightly to my lips and then reached over to 
press it to hers.  She hugged my finger for a moment as I did 
that, as if she was hugging my entire body, before releasing it. 
 I brought her kiss back to press against my own lips again.

That evidently satisfied Darci, who turned around again.  Then in 
yet another surprise, she reached back to pull her own hair out 
of the way of the switch for me.

"Good night, Darci," I said as I slid her switch to OFF.

Darci stiffened in place before she could make any reply.

I made a quick trip into the bathroom to wash up, then retired to 
the softest feather bed I could imagine.

I quickly fell asleep, dreaming that Darci was lying there next 
to me.

- - -

Chapter 4 -- Toymaker

The next morning I awoke to bright sunlight and roosters crowing. 
 Darci stood motionless where I'd left her on the table.

I left her there and went downstairs for a quick breakfast.  
Afterwards I was off to see the Toymaker.

The sign on his front door had changed.  In addition to the come 
on in one, this said: BACK IN A FEW MINUTES.  I sat down to wait, 
picking some ripe fruit off a nearby tree.

It was more like forty-five minutes before I saw a figure huffing 
up the path.  It could only be one person.

"Mr. Toymaker, I presume," I said, offering my hand.

"Why yes, young man," he replied, taking my hand warmly in 
return.  "What can I do for you?"

"First, let me confess I looked for you last night."

"It's our slow season.  I'm usually out helping Mary find her 
sheep."

"I hoped you wouldn't mind that I went ahead and tried out your 
toymaking machine."

"So that was your pattern left in the machine.  Very nice work, 
if I do say so myself."

"Thanks."

"I hope you'll show me more before you leave.  In a dozen 
lifetimes I'll never be able to try out everything that machine 
can do.  I get some of my best ideas from travelers."

"Then I'm not the first?"

"Heavens no.  Every child wants to come to Toyland sometime in 
their life."

"Well, I'll be happy to share my ideas with you before I leave, 
but can we do that later?"

"Any time you wish," he said cheerfully.  "I'm in no hurry."

"There is something I'd like to borrow now, if you don't mind."

"Name it."

"The spray gun.  The one with the red and green liquids."

"Oh, that.  With all the trouble that thing has caused, I keep it 
out of sight."

He looked me over carefully while I tried to look as innocent and 
harmless as possible.  I agree that this gun had caused 
considerable trouble in the past.

He must have liked what he saw however because a moment later he 
said, "Come with me and I'll get it."

Turns out he kept it in a high cupboard in his house, locked with 
three different keys that he kept in three different jars.

"Be careful," he admonished as he handed me the shiny 
contraption.

- - -

Chapter 5 -- Darci

I cradled the futuristic gun all the way back as if it were more 
precious than diamonds.  In its own way, it was.

The journey back to my room seemed longer than my trip here on 
The Highway.  My mind was full of possibilities while I tried to 
look casual to the other people on the past.

Then I was walking up the stairs, and moments later carefully 
locking my door again.

Darci was where I left her.  I wondered for a moment how she'd 
feel about what I had in mind for her.  Truth is I knew she 
wouldn't have any feelings about it at all.  Remarkable as last 
night had been, I knew her responses were all preprogrammed.  Yes 
they had been inspired, even surprising, at times in their 
complexity and appropriateness, but if I did the same things with 
her tonight I would get exactly the same results back again.  
Still it was worth it. 

Now I was going to add something new.  There was only one little 
thing I had forgotten about at this moment.

Setting the gun down carefully on the bed - it looked fragile - I 
went over and picked up Darci.  Again I marveled at how finely 
she was fashioned.  I couldn't believe I'd managed to design her 
that well, even with the help of the toy-making machine.

I didn't bother to put her swimsuit back on.  But I left her 
heels on and straightened her up a bit so that she would easily 
stand on her own.  Then I set her on the wooden floor in the 
middle of the room before turning my attention back to the gun.

I carefully checked to ensure that the clear green liquid was 
selected.  I didn't want any avoidable accidents.  I also made 
sure to point it the right way, and that there were no stray 
breezes in the room.

Then I pointed it at Darci, released the safety catch, and 
squeezed off a shot.

- - -

A sparkling green cloud engulfed her.  For several moments I 
couldn't see anything.  The cloud soon dissipated however to 
reveal a perfectly life-sized woman standing where my doll had 
been.  She was enough to take anyone's breath away.

Standing five-ten on her own, her heels pushed her north of six-
feet-two.  The rest of her increased proportionally as well.

Her more than ample bust thrust out proudly, impossibly 
maintaining that ideal shape against gravity, with nearly flat 
nipples posed to push that measurement even further into the 
unbelievable.

Her waist remained impossibly narrow, while her legs now seemed 
to reach her armpits.

Her hair was long and silky smooth as I gently stroked it.  She 
now had added a lush triangle of matching pubic hair.  Her stance 
prevented me from seeing how well she was developed between her 
legs, but I would take it on faith that something good has 
happened there as well.

Though still lifeless, her eyes were clear and bright.  The deep 
red of her lips matched her finger and toenails.  Her face had an 
expression I could only describe as sultry and innocent at the 
same time.

In fact, the only thing that hadn't grown I discovered as I 
brushed her hair aside was her power switch.  It remained the 
same size as before.  I was glad for this since it was now almost 
unnoticeable high up on her back.  Although I could barely 
contain my excitement at turning her on now, first things first.

I carefully set the safety on the size-change gun and put it 
prudently out of sight under the bed.

Then holding her golden mane aside, I slid Darci's power switch 
on.

Unlike small Darci, who activated instantly, big Darci took her 
time.  I guess she had a lot more to activate now.

The first thing I noticed was that her breathing started.  With 
her boobs shifting majestically on every breath it was hard to 
miss.

Then her eyes blinked twice and she shifted her stance a bit for 
better balance.  Her new pose thrust one leg out in that natural, 
sexy way women in high heels so often do.

I was still out of her sight behind her as she looked down with 
wonder on her face at the floor feet, rather than inches, below 
her now.  I know that view, being a couple inches taller than 
even Darci's now enhanced height.  This made new Darci just about 
perfect for me.

I was enjoying watching Darci explore her new world.  She brought 
her arms into view and ran a hand down each one.  I could tell 
she was enjoying an enhanced sense of touch.

She brought her hands down over her waist and ran them down the 
front of her legs before reaching back up towards her breasts.  
She didn't reach them however before a bird chirped loudly 
outside the window.

With a squeal of delight Darci dashed over to the window, tipi-
tapping her way across the floor to bend down and look out.

Startled, the bird quickly flew away.  After a moment Darci 
turned back into the room to see me standing there for the first 
time.

Her expression was puzzled for a moment.

"Joe?" she asked.

I nodded.

With another squeal she darted back across the room.

"This is so wonderful!" she shouted as she grabbed me for a big 
hug.

Darci had become a big, strong woman, and she just about squeezed 
the breath out of me with that hug.

"Darci, Darci, Darci," I found myself saying as she finally 
released me for a moment.

She wasn't even breathing hard - not that she ever would - but I 
sure was.  Her eyes were brighter than ever, and as my eyes were 
inevitably drawn down to those naked breasts she had been 
pressing so tightly against me a moment ago I saw how her nipples 
were now fully extended in excitement.

Just as she looked likely to grab me for another crushing hug 
there was a bump outside the door as someone walked by.  That 
immediately got Darci's attention.  In a flash she was at the 
door.  If I hadn't locked it I'm certain she would have been out 
it and away down the hall before I could have moved to stop her.

"Darci!" I said firmly, going quickly over to take her arm.  
"Come back here."

Darci followed me back to the middle of the room, but I could 
tell that every little sound and motion was catching her 
attention.  Unlike last night when Darci only responded to my 
voice and commands, this Darci seemed out of control.  And 
although that seemed appealing in a certain context, this wasn't 
it.

"Stay here," I said to her as firmly as possible while I tried to 
sort out what was happening.

I was frantically trying to think of what to do next when I 
caught a glimpse of her instruction pamphlet.

I quickly picked it up thinking it might help, but its few pages 
didn't have anything close to the detailed information I needed. 
 It was applicable to small Darci, not the Darci I had now.

I was about to toss it aside as useless when an insane idea 
struck me.

I looked back at Darci who was already starting to fidget and 
looked ready to dash off again at a moment's distraction.

I decided to try my idea, even though it seemed a bit far out, 
mostly because I couldn't think of anything else.

"Darci, wait here," I commanded redundantly, hoping it would at 
least stick with her for a couple of minutes.

I quickly retrieved the size-change gun and gave her instruction 
pamphlet a shot.

When the fog cleared the pamphlet had turned into a several 
hundred page book titled Darci Complete Owner's Manual.  It 
confirmed what I had once suspected might happen, and then 
forgotten.

Increasing an item's size increases the complexity of the system 
not by a linear factor, or even a factor squared, but by the cube 
of the increase.  Darci's new brain was hundreds of times as 
complex as its original, and her instruction manual had to grow 
accordingly.

So using the gun on the instruction manual was exactly the right 
move.  But now this was going to take me hours to read and 
understand just what I had created.

It didn't look like Darci was going to give me that time.  
Although she hadn't moved, she was turning her head from side to 
side looking towards each new sound and movement.  There was only 
one thing to do.

I walked over to Darci until we were almost eye-to-eye.  She 
smiled so nicely at the attention that it took me a moment to get 
my resolve back.  I had to remind myself that when I understood 
what has just happened I would be in a better position to get 
what I wanted.

"Turn around please, Darci," I requested.

Her face fell as realized what I had in mind.

"Are you turning me off?" she asked in a subdued voice while she 
turned around on her toes without moving from that spot.

"Yes," I replied, remembering this as a preprogrammed response 
from last night.  "For now," I added.

"I wish you wouldn't," she said as she finished her turn and 
reached back to pull her blonde mane aside and reveal her switch.

That was not the preprogrammed response I expected.  "Why not?" I 
asked.

"I...just...like being turned on," she replied after a moment of 
thought.  "Besides," she added, "Now we can consummate our 
relationship.  When I grew big I made sure my sex would be an 
exact fit for you."

"And how do you know exactly what would fit me?"

Without answering Darci turned back again exactly in place to 
face me.  We were so close her very firm nipples brushed across 
my shirt.

She took my hand and pressed my fingers first to my lips, then to 
hers, and back to mine once more.  She clearly remembered last 
night's kiss very well, and probably everything leading up to it.

Still without a word she then turned back around and pulled her 
hair aside once more.  She had completely surrendered, and it was 
clearly my move now.

Flexibility is something I always work to improve.  Truth is that 
I had just received the best offer of my life from Darci, and it 
was mine to lose.

Yes I could go ahead with my original plan.  I could probably 
even get us back to this point by giving her all the right 
instructions later.  But why make it hard on both of us?

I didn't say anything to Darci who continued to face away with 
her switch exposed.  Instead I quickly stripped, laying my 
clothes on the bed.  This is what I had wanted all along.

I was fully aroused as I came up behind Darci.  Instead of 
reaching for her power switch I put my arms around her waist and 
pulled her back against me.

I felt her tense momentarily to keep her balance, then relax into 
my arms as I leaned into her.  Her skin is smooth and warm, and I 
found a fragrance of flowers faintly in her hair.

For long moments I held her against me as tightly as she had held 
me earlier.  She never struggled for a moment.  Instead she 
pushed herself even closer against me.

Soon I slid my hands up over her flat stomach and navel until I 
reached the bottom of her generously proportioned breasts.  They 
were firm the way breasts always looked like they should be.  I 
moved my hands over them to find her hard nipples.  As I took one 
in each hand and squeezed them Darci suddenly jerked and squealed 
softly.

I immediately backed off thinking I had hurt her.  She responded 
by putting her hands over mine and pulling me back tightly 
against her chest.

"Harder," she said in a deeper, husky voice.

With that encouragement I attacked her breasts and nipples with 
enthusiasm and started kissing and licking her neck.

Soon she was writhing and moaning in my arms.  If she wasn't 
enjoying this, it was the most convincing imitation possible.

I'd like to say how I drove both of us to the edge and kept up 
there for hours, but the truth is that Darci is way too sexy to 
resist for that long.

I gave up my attack on one of her breasts to reach down between 
her legs and find out she hadn't been lying a bit about what I'd 
find there.

By now she was squealing at each new touch.  While I was trying 
to decide where to go next with her she suddenly took over and 
twisted in my arms.  I relaxed them for a moment allowing her to 
turn back and face me once more.  Our heights were a perfect 
match as she opened her legs and before I knew it I was inside 
her.

She was right about the fit being perfect.  I don't know how to 
describe it.  Just that you know it when you experience it.

My arms tightened around her again as she clung to me tightly in 
return.  I felt her writhing against me, but most of my attention 
was focused on my building orgasm.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as I felt every sensation of the 
building eruption happen in sequence.

Darci squirmed against me trying to rub against every part of me 
she had contact with while I held her in a death grip even her 
own strength would not have been able to break -- not that she 
was trying.  If anything, she was trying to get us even closer.

As Darci bucked against me, my slow motion countdown to launch 
ticked along on schedule until I finally erupted in that kind of 
orgasm where the world goes dim around you and the only sensation 
left is feeling for an endless, glorious interval.

I finally came back to realize that Darci was squeezing my most 
private part in waves of ecstasy of her own, her own eyes closed 
to the world.  I let her continue until she finally paused for a 
moment and opened her eyes to look at me.

With more strength than I thought I possessed, I picked her up 
and carried her over to the bed.  I put her down there under me 
without ever losing my place inside her.  She smiled and closed 
her eyes again as I began to pump her harder than I'd ever pumped 
anyone before.

I don't know how many orgasms Darci had during our first time 
together, except every time I thought to look she seemed either 
ending one, or starting another one.  I managed three more of my 
own before I was so drained that I collapsed onto her marvelous 
chest while her tireless arms easily held me on the best bed I 
cold imagine.

Some time later I woke up and kissed those lush red lips for the 
first time, though certainly not the last time.  In fact after a 
few - or was it a few dozen - kisses we sort of slipped into 
having sex again.  This time however it was slower, more tender 
in a way that satisfied me more deeply than I had ever realized 
was possible before.

Afterwards there was no question about turning Darci off until I 
could learn more about her.

- - -

Over the next few days we became quite well acquainted.  Anyone 
who thinks they would only be engaged 24-hour marathon sex, even 
if their partner is as desirable and willing as Darci proved to 
be, isn't living in the real world.  Oh, we did that a lot, and 
pretty much exhausted every variation known, however there is 
more to life than sex, no matter how wonderful.

Okay I'll talk about our sex a bit more first.

Darci's power cell seemed to have upgraded itself along with the 
rest of her.  She said she'd let me know if she ever ran low on 
power, and never mentioned it again.  I don't know if it has 
morphed into something as high-powered as her new brain, but she 
just keeps going and going.

I quickly realized that Darci loves to be touched - everywhere.  
That's fine with me because I love touching her everywhere.  At 
first she became nervous only when my hands wandered too close to 
her power switch.  She seemed very sensitive about that area.  
Soon however she came to trust me to handle her properly even 
there.  I like how that touch would bring her to the edge of 
anxiety, and she came to appreciate over time how it put an edge 
on my touch like nothing else.

Darci's nipples are her most reliable indicator of excitement.  
Though Darci comes with a fun, bubbly personality that always 
seems on, she doesn't live in her ultimate arousal state all the 
time any more than I do.

"When I'm thinking about sex," she told me early on, "That's all 
I can think about."

"And this is a problem because...?" I prodded, with a grin.

"Because," she replied as seriously as she could manage, "I want 
to do more than just be a sex toy to you."

"Because?" I asked again, curious to know where this would lead.

"Because," she replied, almost losing her ability to be serious 
since it is sex we were talking about and that alone stimulated 
her.  "If all I am good to you for is sex, then you'll leave me 
for other things.  And I don't want you to ever leave."

I couldn't resist giving her a hug for that, which led to other 
related things soon after.  It was a couple hours before we could 
talk about anything else again.

Having Darci be a companion in other areas as well was icing on 
the cake.  Since sex is so easy for both of us I didn't worry 
that I would be giving that up to have the rest of her.  In this 
I was completely correct.

As I said, Darci's nipples are the best indicator of her mood.  
They are easy to read because those first couple of days, except 
for her heels - which she professed to love wearing more than 
anything else, and which I always love seeing her in - Darci 
stayed nude.  That was how I found out about how sensitive her 
power switch is to her.  I'd been lightly stroking her back after 
one of our lovemaking sessions when she suddenly shivered and I 
noticed her nipples were suddenly as erect and hard as I'd yet 
seen them.

"What just happened?" I asked curiously.

For a moment she dropped her eyes and looked away as if 
embarrassed.  But she couldn't not answer me.

"That was just...sensitive," she almost reluctantly told me.

"Where?" I asked curiously.

"There," she finally answered, imprecisely.

I carefully went back to what I had been doing, but paying close 
attention to her reactions this time.

I soon had outlined the area, and the touches that evoked her 
strongest reactions.

"How does that make you feel?" I asked her.

"Nervous," she finally replied.

"Why?"

"I know that men like variety.  There's nothing wrong with that. 
 I know it's how men are.  But if you turn me off, you might 
leave and not turn me back on again.  Is it foolish of me to feel 
like that?"

I responded by taking her still firm nipples in my hands and 
squeezing them, getting squeals of delight from her, until she 
couldn't take it anymore and basically got on top of me and 
rapped me in return.  I didn't see myself leaving Darci any time 
soon, but knowing her secret spot brought us closer.

After sex we liked just holding each other and just talking.  
Small Darci had been able to respond to few dozen simple topics. 
 Big Darci expanded that to thousands of complex ones.

It wasn't long before we sat down and started reading through her 
Owner's Manual together.  To my surprise, there was much that 
Darci didn't understand about herself until we went over it 
together.  I confirmed that her power cell was now an atomic unit 
that would run for decades without significant maintenance, as 
well as recommended preventative maintenance that should be 
performed regularly.

It also answered one question everyone seems to wonder about: Do 
robots sleep?  It is an uncomfortable feeling that your robot 
lover may spend the rest of the night staring at you after you've 
made love and drifted off to sleep.

Turns out that robots need sleep as much as people do.  They use 
it for the same reasons of organizing and compressing the events 
of the previous day into coherent memories, and this takes a lot 
of time.  Darci slept next to me at night, though she could 
easily awaken if I wanted her for a late night quickie.

Overall the largest part of the book was taken up by listings of 
the thousands of topics Darci could now converse and/or act on.  
I shouldn't have been surprised.  Darci had grown up a lot.  If 
anything, I was impressed.

Soon one of our games became having either of us open up the book 
at random and stab a finger blindly at the page.  Whatever topic 
the finger landed on became our next subject of discussion.  I 
learned a lot of new things that way from Darci.  And because 
while Darci's knowledge is wide, it is not always deep in any 
given area, she learned a lot in return.  Especially how one 
topic could relate to others we had discussed.  With my help 
Darci started to cross-reference her database and learn the 
wisdom that lies beyond simple knowledge.

Whenever I was in the mood for something physical again, I only 
had to brush my hands across her nipples to shift her focus back 
to sex again.  The way Darci could go from anything else to 
sexual so quickly is a delight to a man.

Looking at a naked Darci, especially the way she can smile at you 
when she knows you're looking, will put any man in the mood as 
fast as he can unzip his pants.  Once I unwisely suggested a race 
to see who could be ready first.  It became one of Darci's 
favorite games, perhaps because she easily wins every time.

After the first couple of days, we started getting out of the 
room.  Darci was far too interested in the rest of the world to 
want to stay cooped up there in forever, and frankly so am I.  
This brought up the topic of clothes.  Toyland may be a magical 
place, however it is not an everything goes kind of place.  Even 
Darci's only outfit - her swimsuit - wouldn't be appropriate for 
anything except swimming..

My solution was to go back to the toy factory, recall my Darci 
specifications, and yes, down under accessories, was a sub-
heading for outfits.

That small subheading brought up a couple dozen more headings 
representing literally hundreds of choices.  I was overwhelmed.  
Fortunately this was all surprisingly well organized and I was 
quickly able to narrow it down to a reasonable number of choices. 

I'm a sucker for the styles of the 1960s.  Everything from 
stylish First Ladies to unforgettable airline stewardesses to 
miniskirts happened there.

I was able to make several choices that looked great on the 
screen, and minutes later have them in my hand.  Completely in my 
hand, since they came out in Darci's original small size.

That was easily remedied with a shot from the size-change gun, 
which also seemed to enhance their quality as much as their size. 
 They turned into quite elegant, expensive outfits in the same 
way Darci had improved with size.

This was a dumb move however that I didn't realize until I was 
halfway back to our room lugging a pile of clothes.  I resolved 
next time to bring them back in miniature and enlarge them 
afterwards in the room.

Darci greeted me with a squeal of delight when she saw what I 
brought her.  She couldn't wait to try them all on, which she did 
modeling each one for me.  Of course they all fit her perfectly. 
 At least getting the right size wouldn't be a problem for me.

Clothes are fascinating.  After seeing Darci nude for three days 
she was still erotic, but I'd gotten used to her.  By now, and 
with her encouragement, I knew every square inch of her body 
intimately.  So I didn't expect much when she first got dressed.

Boy was I wrong.  The moment she was covered the first thing I 
wanted to do was uncover her again.  Clothes, no matter how 
concealing or revealing, create a mystery crying out to be 
solved.

This fashion show quickly evolved to Darci dressing in the each 
outfit and pirouetting around the room for me, followed by me 
undressing her afterwards.  Those undressing sessions naturally 
led to more touching and groping, and it ended up taking her the 
rest of the day to try on this first batch of clothes.

At one point she asked about shoes, which I had completely 
forgotten.  Her one set of heels is great, but just doesn't match 
all her new outfits.  A quick trip back to the factory and I 
returned with enough to keep even Imelda Marcos happy for awhile.

Later she shyly asked about lingerie.  That had completely 
escaped my mind as well.  I had just never thought of Darci as 
needing any.  After all, she is not your normal woman.  But by 
now I am not of the mood to refuse her anything within my power. 
 Another trip and I was back with half of a Victoria's Secret 
fashion show.  A lot of that was easy to hold even after it was 
enlarged.

The lingerie fit as perfectly as the rest of her wardrobe.  I'd 
wondered about that, given her superstructure, but in particular 
the bras fit her like a glove.  They were so thin that despite 
being strong enough to hold a figure like that, her nipples 
easily poked through.  Fingering them through the thin, silky 
fabric was an immense turn-on for both of us - as if having her 
model just the bras, panties, and most slender heels hadn't 
already done the job for me.

All her suggestions were great ones and I didn't regret at all 
that we didn't get out of the room that day.  The night turned 
out even better than our first night together.

The next day though we definitely got out.  Darci asked me what 
she should wear, and I was no help.

"You look great in everything."

"Or nothing," she said back with a smile.

"Agreed."

In the end she choose a miniskirt that showed off her superb legs 
that I had really liked yesterday, and a white fluffy sweater 
that attempted to manage her bust.  She left her legs bare, 
although I had included nylons and pantyhose in the lingerie 
collection.

She saw me looking at her legs and read my thoughts.  "I'm saving 
those for something more elegant."

With that she came over and took my arm and I introduced Darci to 
the world.

- - -

Maybe Toyland is used to seeing their toys walking around.  Or 
maybe it's just that they are friendly people and so is Darci.  
Whatever it is, Darci made friends everywhere we went.  Everyone 
loved her, which is not hard to understand.  As we wandered 
around the town Darci alternated between wide-eyed wonder at each 
new sight, and her bright smile for every kind word.

It wouldn't be accurate to say all we did was wander around and 
meet people.  We were constantly on the search for private nooks 
as well.  Being out in public constrained our displays of 
affection for each other and we took advantage of each secluded 
spot we found for at least a quick grope - or more.  Being not 
allowed to do anything otherwise much made these occasions all 
the more intense.

Darci's choice of a miniskirt proved to be excellent, since it 
offered no impediment to my attentions.  And when we found the 
traditional haystack in a secluded field I found out that in 
addition to no pantyhose, Darci hadn't put on any panties either. 
 What a girl!

That night she joined me for dinner down in the dining room of 
the inn.  I could hardly send her upstairs to wait while I ate.

To my surprise she nibbled on the food as well.

"Of course I can eat," she chided me laughingly.  "Didn't you 
read that section in my manual?"

I hadn't, actually.  "I don't actually digest anything," she said 
more solemnly, "But I can detect and enjoy the tastes."

I had to admit that Darci's design seemed to cover just about all 
the bases.

- - -

Over the next few days I continued to bring her back more clothes 
because she loved every new outfit so much, and we explored more 
widely.  Finally though I began to feel guilty about all I was 
taking without giving more back.

"I really to do something to help out the Toymaker," I told Darci 
one morning.

"That's a wonderful thing for you to do," she gushed.  "You're so 
thoughtful and nice to everyone."

"Will you be okay alone?" I asked, trying to make it seem like I 
was worried about her while I was gone.  I truth it was my own 
insecurities speaking, though if you have someone like Darci in 
your life you might understand.

She saw right through me.

Darci got up and returned with her owner's manual.  She opened it 
to a section and showed me the bold print on the page.

ONCE INITIALIZED, YOUR DARCI WILL REMAIN KEYED TO YOU ALONE UNTIL 
YOU COMPLETE A FULL RESET.  THIS PRODEDURE IS DETAILED IN 
APPENDIX A.  COMPLETION OF THIS PROCEDURE IS THE ONLY WAY YOUR 
DARCI CAN BE GIVEN TO ANOTHER PERSON.

"I'm yours, and I'll be just fine," she said with her engaging 
smile.  "Besides, Toyland is my home."

With that assurance I went off and spent the day with the 
Toymaker.  I'd only planned on a couple hours, but we got so 
engrossed in all the toymaking machine could do, as well as his 
(professional) interest in how Darci was working out for me, that 
only hunger finally reminded me we had worked right through 
lunch.

I finally excused myself with a promise to come back tomorrow and 
hurried back to find...

...that Darci had done just fine.

In fact, she'd gone out and had a picnic waiting for me in the 
room.  I was relieved more than I wanted to let on that Darci 
wouldn't require either my constant supervision - or being 
switched off whenever I left for any period of time.

"Let's take it out to the field," I said gathering the items back 
into the basket while Darci quickly threw some clothes on.  
"Picnics are best on the grass."

The town is surrounded by rolling green fields perfect for this 
adventure.  It was the best picnic of my life.

After that, I started spending half-days with the Toymaker while 
Darci busied herself extending her own abilities and education.  
It seemed everyone in Toyland was her friend, and our brief times 
apart only made getting back together all the more intense.

In the meantime, having grown up in the computer generation my 
approach to making toys is much different than the Toymaker's.  I 
gave him new ways to organize his use of this wonderful machine, 
while he imparted on me a whole new outlook on the philosophy of 
toy making.  It took me back to my innocent years when toys were 
cheaper, simpler, and a lot more fun.  I didn't realize it, but 
this was changing my whole outlook on life.

Things ran on quite well while the Zansasi Highway map continued 
to stubbornly remain blank.  I checked it each night, not knowing 
if it was broken, or just waiting.  But I didn't worry much about 
it.  I was just too busy otherwise.

Then one afternoon I got back while Darci was still out.  When 
she returned soon afterwards she was as serious as I can ever 
recall her being.

- - -

Chapter 6 -- Jeannie and Princess Jasmine 

"I have a request," she said gravely.

"Anything," I quickly answered, meaning it.

"I better tell you what it is first."

"Go ahead," I replied, catching her serious mood.

"I have a new friend I'd like you to meet," Darci told me.  "She 
has a problem that I feel you can help out with."

"Sure," I replied.  "Shall we go now?"

"It's a bit more than that," Darci continued.  "I really can't go 
with you for this.  In fact, I want you to put me in the closet 
and turn me off until after you've met her."

"Turn you off?" I questioned, amazed at this request.

"Yes," Darci confirmed.

I looked at her closely for the first time.  Her lower lip was 
quivering and I could tell how much this was affecting her.  It 
wouldn't really hurt her to be turned off for a bit, but I knew 
how she felt about it.

"But why?" I asked, knowing that I was missing something major 
here.

"It's just...necessary," she said.  "And I'll be fine.  Really."

With that she looked up with a smile and I knew that somehow, 
everything would be okay.

I kissed her and held her tightly for several minutes until she 
finally said now was the time.  She pulled off her top and walked 
into the closet.  She reached back and pulled her hair aside.

"Are you sure?" I asked one more time.

"Yes," came her reply.

So I reached over and tenderly slid her switch down and Darci 
froze in place.

Then I closed the door and waited as she told me to do.

Soon there was a knock at my door.  I opened it and the innkeeper 
handed me box saying only, "Darci asked me to give you this when 
at arrived."

He left without comment and I opened the box.  Inside was an I 
Dream of Jeannie doll the size of small Darci.

I wasn't sure what this meant.  Darci hadn't told me anything of 
what to expect.

While I was trying to decide what I was supposed to do, Jeannie 
looked up at me and blinked her exotic eyes.  She was already 
switched on.

Then she crossed her arms and blinked again.  The next thing I 
knew she was standing full-size next to me.

While I was still trying to catch up with what had just happened 
she threw her arms enthusiastically around me asking, "Are you 
going to be my new master?"

I have to confess I was completely flummoxed.  This took me 
completely by surprise.  Instead of doing the obvious thing of 
putting my arms around her and answering, "Of course, I will," I 
just stood there with my arms at my side saying nothing.

Jeannie quickly realized she wasn't getting the reaction she'd 
hoped for.  In return I got the one reaction I had not hoped for.

When I didn't respond to her entreaty she suddenly burst into 
tears.  A moment later she released me, crossed her arms again, 
blinked - and vanished.

I looked everywhere.  She was nowhere in the room.  Not in the 
box.  Not under the bed.  Not in the little bottle that came with 
her.  Nowhere at all.

I finally sat down on the bed and put my head in my hands.  I 
knew something important had happened, yet didn't have clue as to 
what it was.  Darci wanted me to meet Jeannie.  Jeannie asked if 
I was her new master.  Now she was gone.  I wasn't looking 
forward to telling Darci how I had just somehow let her down.

"Jeannie, come back please," I said to the empty room.  "Can't we 
just talk?" I asked, not expecting anything.

But then there was a >pop<, and Jeannie appeared back in the 
room.  I jumped off the bed in surprise.

She was dabbing her eyes and I could tell she had been crying 
more.  I felt bad about it, even though I had not intended it and 
didn't even know what I'd done to cause it.

The natural thing was to put my arms around her to comfort her.  
She melted into me the moment I did so.  I thought she was past 
it, but then she started sobbing hard against me.  I held her 
tightly until it finally passed.

"I'm okay now," she finally said, looking up at me with the most 
amazing blue eyes.  I released her and she added, "I guess I just 
don't take rejection well."

"Who does?" I answered rhetorically.

Jeannie composed herself for a moment, and then blew her nose 
daintily on the tissue she still held.  Afterwards she looked at 
the tissue for a moment, blinked, and it was gone.  A nice trick 
indeed.  Then she looked back at me.

"I'm sorry for my reaction before," she said.  "The transition 
from small to big thinking sometimes takes a bit of adjustment."

I nodded, thinking I knew what she was talking about.

"Can we try this again?" she asked with a rueful smile.

"Yes," I said, nodding to reinforce it.

"I'm Jeannie," she said, sticking out her hand, which I 
immediately took.  "I'm pleased to meet you.  Darci has told me 
many good things about you."

"That was nice of her," I replied, not letting go of Jeannie's 
hand yet.  I found I liked holding it.  "Darci hasn't told me 
anything about you at all."

"We agreed that would be best," Jeannie replied, not seeming to 
want her hand back yet.  "There's nothing like a first impression 
for meeting someone."

"There's nothing like that first impression," I shot back, trying 
to grin as I said it.

"Yeah."

"I hope you can tell me what's going on," I said to this lovely, 
sexy lady whose hand I was busy making my personal property.  I 
think I was trying to anchor her here before she decided to pop 
out again.

"I'd love to," she replied with a genuine smile this time, using 
her trapped hand to lead me back over to the bed to sit down.  It 
seems she expected this would take a while.

It did.

Jeannie told me her story of how someone created her the same way 
I'd created Darci.  Like that was a big surprise - that in the 
entire multiverse someone else could also have a fantasy this 
close to my own.  I'd always had a crush on Jeannie.  I mean, 
what red-blooded person didn't?  If it hadn't been for some other 
crushes along the way, I might have been spending these last few 
weeks with my own Jeannie.

Well it turns out that the anemic male that didn't share my crush 
is named Ted.  "My Master Ted grew tired of me," Jeannie said so 
sadly it was bringing tears to my own eyes.  "He began to avoid 
me.  I could always find him, but he finally told me to leave him 
alone until he called for me.  Now he never calls."

I could understand her rejection.  Like Darci, she was linked to 
one owner.  If that owner didn't want her, she couldn't do 
anything about it except suffer alone.

I was curious about Jeannie's powers.

"It is part of being me," she explained.  "They're not really 
very complicated.  I can change my size, like my namesake.  I can 
also move things from one place to another in the blink of an 
eye, including myself.  And I can hear my master's voice if he 
calls.  Nothing more."

She said that so simply, but it sounded amazing to me.  A whole 
world of possibilities I'd never considered when making Darci, 
not that such tricks would normally be part of her makeup.  And 
that thought brought me to the present.

"And what did Darci hope I could do for you?  Talk to Ted?"

"Actually," Jeannie said, "Darci felt you might agree to be my 
new master."

Even though she had said it already once before, if I could have 
fallen through the floor right now, I would have.  Yet Jeannie 
said it so matter-of-factly.

I must have swallowed when I should have breathed because I was 
overcome by a sudden coughing fit.  Jeannie watched me calmly as 
I worked my way through it.

"Darci's in favor of this?" I finally managed to get out.

"Of course she is," came the calm reply.  "That's why she 
arranged for us to meet."

I thought it over.  One thing about Darci is that she never lied. 
 It's not in her makeup.  I doubted it was in Jeannie's makeup 
either.  The toymaking machine just doesn't make bent toys.

The more I though about it the more it made sense.  I loved 
Darci, and I have no doubt of her love for me.  She wouldn't do 
anything to knowingly harm our relationship.  She may not fully 
understand just how complex and messed up we humans insist on 
making our relationships, but her intentions are good.

Jeannie sat there quietly with her legs crossed while I was 
working this out.  She idly flexed an ankle while I realized I 
was still holding her hand.

Guiltily I let go of it, but didn't move away from her.  Where as 
Darci could seldom sit still for any period of time because so 
many things were always happening around her to catch her 
attention, Jeannie seemed much calmer and more patient, if 
somewhat more emotional at times.

I was right on the edge of a decision.  I'd either do this, or 
not.  At the moment I had good arguments on both sides and could 
go either way.

"May I offer one more thing to help you make up your mind?" 
Jeannie asked.

"Yes," I said, not really paying attention.

Jeannie moved away from me just enough to give her room to pull 
off her top.  Then she leaned over and kissed me.

Before I met Darci, this would have startled me so much I 
probably would have jumped off the bed, knocked her off in the 
process, and spoiled the whole moment.  Now I just enjoyed the 
long kiss and returned it with equal passion.

Jeannie eventually finished her kiss and pulled back to assess my 
reaction.  I assessed her chest.  Compared to Darci's impressive 
front, Jeannie seemed merely normal.  But they were the most 
perfectly shaped merely normal breasts one could imagine.

Jeannie knew exactly what she was doing.  "They feel even better 
than they look," she said with a sly smile.

My hands didn't wait for my brain to decide what to do.  Thinking 
too much is always a bad idea when you have just gotten such a 
fine and clear invitation.  I reached over and found out that, as 
expected, Jeannie was telling the complete truth.

Soon enough we were kissing her again, and then again.  Along the 
way I had both of us out of our clothes - or had she gotten us 
out of them - and I was running my hands over her body while 
trying to hold myself back enough to make my final release even 
bigger.

Soon enough she let me inside her and wrapped her smooth, sexy 
legs around me.  If Darci is a tiger making love, Jeannie is 
every bit her equal.  I matched my best performance with Darci 
and Jeannie stayed with me the whole way.

Afterwards I looked at Jeannie wondering how, if she was Ted's 
toy, she could have just done this with me.  What did this say 
about Darci's loyalty?

"When Ted told me to go away until he called me," she told me, "I 
asked him what I should do.  He said to amuse myself as I wished. 
 That allowed me to make friends with Darci and be here with you. 
 I could never have done these things otherwise."

Well that answered that question.

"So will you be my new master?" she asked me again, almost 
pleading with me.

This time my answer was easy.  "Yes," I told her.  "Provided Ted 
is willing to give you up."

Jeannie wanted to go talk to Ted immediately, but it had gotten 
late and I nixed the idea.

"It will go much better if we don't barge in on him late at 
night," I assured her.

She thought about it for a moment and agreed with me.

"Tell me more about yourself," I instructed her.  "If I'm going 
to be your new owner - I mean Master - I'd like to know what I'm 
getting."

With that she folded up her legs while cuddling up next to me and 
told her story from the beginning, starting with her naval that 
she is supposed to keep hidden at all times.  It was fascinating 
and fun at the same time and I listened until I finally nodded 
off.  We did not have sex again that night.  Jeannie finished her 
story the next morning.  There was nothing in it to make me want 
to change my mind about anything.

Getting to Ted was easy.  Jeannie crossed her arms and blinked, 
and we were standing outside his door.

I thought this might be awkward, but actually Ted turns out to be 
quite a nice guy.  A bit on the quiet, shy side, but easy to get 
along with.

After talking with Ted for only a few minutes I could see the 
problem.  Jeannie is excitable, as I had already seen, and 
impulsive.  She can also be very open with her emotions.  When 
she is unhappy, there is no doubt of it.  There is just too much 
dynamic range in Jeannie for a quiet person like Ted.

Unspoken is also the underlying fact that Jeannie's forward 
manner and special abilities could be downright intimidating.  
She seems powerful and capable of taking her own freedom at any 
time, which even if it is nothing more than mere appearance, is 
still somewhat threatening.

"What I really wanted is a quiet, exotic princess in my life," 
Ted finally got out.  Jeannie seemed like that when I started, 
being from Arabia and all that, but now I realize she is too - 
what shall I call it - high-strung for me.  She seems much more 
your type, while I'm looking for more of a homebody."

At that moment I had an epiphanette about Ted.  He'd already come 
right out and offered Jeannie to me, and I realized I already had 
the solution to his problem.

"Let me get this straight," I told him, wanting this to be 
perfectly clear.  "You'd like a dark, exotic princess who is fun, 
intelligent, beautiful and sexy of course, but a lower-keyed, 
quiet type."

"Exactly.  But I can't just walk away from Jeannie.  I have a 
duty here, even if I'm not living up to it very well," he said 
apologetically.

This is the point where I came to really like Ted.  Like me, he 
realized the responsibility that came with having a complex 
creature like Jeannie bonded to him.  "Suppose," I said, 
stretching this out for dramatic effect, "I offered to take 
Jeannie off your hands.  And in trade for her, give you a 
Princess Jasmine."

"You have a Princess Jasmine?" he exclaimed, astonished by the 
offer.

"In the box," I assured him.  "Never opened.  You will be her 
first and only owner.

Ted was almost beside himself at the thought of that.  Jasmine 
clearly had a personality so much more in line with his own than 
Jeannie ever would.

And the truth is for me that once Darci had entered my life, 
Jasmine had been forgotten.  Darci filled up the empty spot in my 
life fully and completely.  Jasmine might well have stayed, 
forgotten in her box forever - not that it would have mattered to 
her in her current state.  She was still just a doll, never 
activated.

Now Jasmine would have a chance at life like Darci and Jeannie 
have.  And Jeannie would have someone who appreciated her 
personality and special abilities.  It looked here like everybody 
would win.

"Jeannie?" I said, looking at her.

Jeannie blinked, and in my hand was the Princess Jasmine box.  I 
noticed how Ted flinched when Jeannie did it.  He clearly would 
be happier with this new arrangement.

I handed the box to Ted.  He was so excited that he could barely 
hold it.  He was ready to dash off and start the procedure of 
bonding with Jasmine when I reminded him we had some unfinished 
business with Jeannie.

Together we went through the (unnecessarily, in my opinion) 
complex procedure of performing a full reset on Jeannie.  We kept 
her memories and only transferred her ownership.

It was completed when he switch Jeannie off (she flinched, just 
like Darci does, when his hand came near her switch) and I 
switched her back on again.

Jeannie looked at me and asked, "Are you my new Master?"

When I said yes and gave her my name, she came over and hugged me 
while whispering, "Thank you so much."

Then she crossed her arms and started to blink us out of there.

I quickly grabbed her arm to stop her.  Although Ted seemed 
engrossed with his plans for a new start with Jasmine and might 
not have even noticed - or better yet, be happy for us to be on 
our way as quickly as possible - I felt we should leave the old-
fashioned way.

I wondered if I offer to help Ted bring Jasmine up to life-size 
after he finished initializing her in her current stature.  But 
then I realized that Ted had managed this transition just fine 
with Jeannie, who certainly wouldn't have know how to resize 
herself when first turned on either.  Better to just leave him to 
work it out.

I said our goodbyes, which he may not have even noticed, and 
escorted Jeannie out the door.

The door was barely closed when Jeannie blinked and suddenly we 
were back in my room.  I had to admit it was disconcerting when 
she just did that.

"I am soooo happy you are my new Master," she enthused before she 
blinked again and all our clothes disappeared.

Then she threw herself onto me with a big hug, kissing me and 
wrapping her bare legs tightly around me.  Like my first minutes 
with Darci, this was getting rapidly out of hand.  Maybe Ted 
hadn't been as foolish as I'd believed when he felt Jeannie was 
too active for him.

I realized that, much as I was attracted to Jeannie and happy to 
have her, I had to establish some authority now.

"Down please," I said firmly, releasing my grip on her.  This 
forced her to relax her grip and in a moment she was standing 
there in front of me.

"What is it, Master?"

"Turn around please," I commanded, without answering her 
question.

As she complied, I pulled her long braid aside to reveal her tiny 
power switch and placed my hand on top of it in the way I'd 
learned with Darci.  I felt her shiver underneath my touch.

"Jeannie," I said, "You're mine now, and like Darci I hope to 
never have to turn you off against your will.  However you need 
to know that I am in charge and I can't, and won't, have you 
running willy-nilly around just doing as you please.  You have 
very special abilities.  But if you can't control yourself you 
become a danger, not a companion.  Do you understand what I 
mean?"

There was a long silence before a very subdued Jeannie replied, 
"Yes...Master.  I understand."

"In the future, as we get to know each other better, I'll allow 
you more freedom.  But until then, please check with me before 
you do any of this stuff.  Okay?"

Again there was the subdued, "Yes, Master."

I left my hand over her power switch a moment longer, then 
removed it and reached around to cup one of her breasts.  She let 
out a soft sigh as my fingers found her firm nipple.  Like Darci, 
her rapidly hardening nipples were the best indicator of her 
mood.

Moments later I slid my other hand over her amazingly soft skin 
and teased her naval before reaching down between her legs.  
Jeannie was already wet and sighed longer and louder as I found 
just the right spot.

"Is it okay to seduce my Master?" she asked timidly.

"Yes," I replied.

With that assurance she turned and again, albeit much more slowly 
this time, pulled herself up and wrapped her legs around me until 
she managed to impale herself on my own erect member.

Darci may have been my perfect fit, but I sure couldn't tell much 
difference with Jeannie.  I held her in that exquisite position 
as long as I could before walking us both carefully over to the 
bed and placing her on it beneath me.

 From there we proceeded on to deep and tender lovemaking until I 
was completely drained and Jeannie was curled up against me 
purring in the afterglow.

I must have slept for a while, maybe making up for the missed 
sleep from the long talk we'd had the night before.  The rest of 
the day was a haze of waking up, making love, and dozing off 
again.  A wonderful way to get acquainted that I highly recommend 
to everyone.

I left Darci turned off for three days so that Jeannie and I 
could have a honeymoon.  Darci had known I never would have been 
able to accept Jeannie into my life if she had been there.  
Jeannie and I did many of the same things Darci and I had done in 
those first days, and I saw how the two girls would always be 
different.  There is a great deal to like about each of them, and 
I would never pick one of them over the other.  I was just 
incredibly fortunate to meet them both.

After I turned Darci back on she welcomed Jeannie as her sister 
and made it clear that she was the happiest of all of us at how 
well this had all worked out.

And it worked out well.  Darci and Jeannie now had each other for 
all the times I wasn't there.  I always got their full attention 
whenever I was present, but it was like having two cats.  Two 
cats are half the work of a single cat because they entertain 
each other.  Darci and Jeannie were immediate best pals and I 
never had to worry about either of them being lonely afterwards.

As for jealously, it's not in either of their Owner's Manuals.  I 
looked, just to be sure.

I slept between them at nights, and never lacked for attention.

- - -

Chapter 7 -- Baby Touch-Me

Not that my life by now wasn't everything I could have ever 
wished it to be, but the Map for my return journey continued to 
remain blank.

Given that I still had some time, I realized there was one more 
fantasy I wanted to try out.

Darci and Jeannie said they'd like to fully explore Toyland 
before we left.  I'd told them to go for it, since it was 
unlikely we'd ever return again once we left.  Most Highway 
travelers only make one trip in their lives.  I didn't have any 
reason to feel I was any different.  There was very little left 
unfulfilled in my life.

The words were hardly out of my life before Jeannie blinked them 
both out.  They knew I was going to make another toy, and I knew 
they both felt having another sister would be the best possible 
thing.

This time I worked closely with the Toymaker, fulfilling another 
part of my promise to show him how I got my ideas.  I talked my 
through every decision I made while he nodded and commented on 
how he could see now how I approached things so differently from 
him.  We have very different ways on how we get to the same end.

With his input I designed a doll I'd once heard about, but never 
seen.

Baby Touch-Me isn't really a baby.  She starts out nearly as 
developed as any of my other dolls.  Her unique trick is that 
depending where you touch her she responds with appropriate 
phrases.

Gently pinch her cheek and she chuckles.  Stroke her ribs and she 
laughs outright.  Tap her bottom and she'll cry until you hold 
and rock her.  Play with her long enough and she'll say she's 
hungry.  And she'll continue saying it every couple of minutes 
until she gets her bottle.  Then afterwards you have to hold her 
and pat her back or she'll keep hiccupping.  In many ways she 
shows you how to take care of another person who depends on you.

I was curious what an adult version of this would be like.  As 
before the machine offered a whole range of adult options for 
her.

By the time I left with my newest doll, the Toymaker was already 
muttering to himself about the versions he planned to make for 
next Christmas.

- - -

Having learned from my other dolls that it is best to get 
acquainted with them before enlarging, I left the gun alone after 
I had Baby Touch-Me in my room.

Unlike the other dolls, her outfit included a little bra and 
panties as well a blouse and skirt.  Even a pair of earrings were 
included.  The lingerie was patterned to double as a bikini, but 
they really were a bra and panties.  And instead of the high-
heels, Baby Touch-Me wore stylish low heels.

After activation and naming I quickly went through all the 
touches to see what reactions I got.

In addition to the ones already mentioned, she would giggle if I 
tickled her feet and squeal if I squeezed her tiny toes.  Cover 
her eyes or turn out the lights and she'd say, "I'm going to 
sleep now."  Pat her on the head and she'd respond, "I'm a good 
girl."  Let her get too hot or cold and she'd complain about the 
temperature.  Stroke her neck and she'd respond, "That's nice."  
But touch her developing little breasts and she'd protest, "That 
feels strange."  Kiss her on the lips and she'd come back with, 
"I love you too."  Nudge her between the legs brought the retort, 
"I don't think we should be doing this."  Squeeze her hand and 
she'd respond, "Let's play."

Quite an acceptable repertoire of responses.

Afterwards I turned her off while I went out and did a few other 
chores I'd promised to help with.  I'd found a satisfaction here 
in helping other people that I hadn't felt before.

Then it was late enough that I got dinner before returning to the 
room.  Baby was right where I left her.

It was easier to dress her first and enlarge everything at the 
same time.  I'd been using a lot of the green fluid making 
outfits for Darci, and didn't want to run out.  Jeannie proved 
able to enlarge her own outfits by shrinking first, putting them 
on, and then enlarging herself back.  But most of the time 
Jeannie preferred to wear her harem outfit, or nothing at all - 
both of which were fine with me.

I placed her carefully on the floor.  Then a poof of the gun and 
Baby wasn't a baby any more.

The effect this time was a bit different than I had anticipated. 
 Touch-Me (I immediately dropped the "Baby" from her name, though 
she was quite a Babe now), had aged to somewhere near Darci and 
Jeannie.  But compared to their clean-cut appearance, Touch-Me's 
appearance was downright sultry, almost to the point of slutty.

Her chest hadn't filled out anything like Darci's, despite my 
dead-on aim with the enlarger, nor was she nearly as tall.  
Instead she had an average, though firm, chest, and a face with 
full lips, and dark, heavily lidded eyes.  Her legs sticking out 
below her short enough were definitely feminine, but more average 
again.  Neither Darci nor Jeannie would feel jealous - not that 
they ever did anyway.  Even her medium brown hair was 
conservative compared to Darci and Jeannie's light-up-the-room 
tresses.

Even as I wondered if it was worth turning her on, or if this was 
an idea just hadn't panned out as well as the other ones, I felt 
myself hardening in my pants.  There was definitely something 
about this one that my libido found arousing.

Attraction is a strange thing.  Sometimes I surprise myself when 
something that didn't grab me on first impression grows on me 
afterwards.  Something about Touch-Me was strongly appealing 
despite that first impression.  So rather than just shrink her 
back down and return her as a toy to be given to some lucky girl, 
I put the gun away and decided to explore just what it might be.

Her top was cut low enough in back for me to easily slide her 
power switch on.  Again I stood behind her as she first 
activated.

Touch-Me took her time coming online.  First her fingers twitched 
a bit.  Soon her eyes slowly blinked.  Her balance shifted a bit. 
 Then she took a couple slow, deep breaths.  Finally she started 
to look around as her hands automatically reached up towards her 
breasts.

Before she actually touched herself however her hands froze and 
she exclaimed, "I can't do that!"

"Can't do what?" I automatically replied.

At the sound of my voice she quickly turned around to see me.

"Hi, Joe," she said brightly, but with a sultry voice that 
sounded like she'd already had a couple of drinks.

"Can't do what?" I repeated, curious about her first comment.  I 
know I could have looked it up in her Owner's Manual, but after 
already having read Darci's and Jeannie's manuals, I was pretty 
much read-out as far as another one was concerned right now.  
Easier to just ask.

"I'm not allowed to touch myself," she said, making a cute little 
moue at me.  "You'll have to do it for me," she added, slinking 
forward to stand on her tiptoes and wrap her arms around my neck 
while crushing her chest into me and pushing her lips up to reach 
mine.

I saw the magic in her when she took her first step.  In motion 
those legs and that body transformed from something average to 
everything exceptional.  I realized now what it was that appealed 
to me.  Touch-Me is your basic exotic dancer material.  The short 
ones that you see so many of in the clubs.  And she clearly has 
the attitude for it.

Though again taken by surprise, I bent down to brush those very 
kissable lips with my own.  As I did she murmured, "That's a good 
start," in response to the touch.

As she continued to grind her breasts against me I freed one hand 
to stroke her soft neck.  I was rewarded with, "Don't stop 
there."

I might not have stopped at all, given this was a very nice place 
for any male to find themselves, except that she stopped for me. 
 After pressing even harder against, she broke our embrace and 
stepped back.

"Oh, poo!" she exclaimed with a full pout.  "It isn't working."

"What isn't working?" I asked, concerned that she might be 
malfunctioning.

"My boobs," she replied.  "It must be this bra."

With that she folded her arms and turned away from me in disgust, 
somehow managing to strike a sexy pose all the same.

Since she was giving me a minute, I decided to find out the 
answer for both of us.  A quick pursue through her book, which 
turned out to be thinner than Darci's or Jeannie's, confirmed 
that due to her nature, Touch-Me was prevented from activating 
herself by her own touch.  There was a warning that said to use 
great care when disabling this feature.  There was another 
section explaining how various parts of her response can be 
temporarily disabled by putting on her bra, panties, and her 
special pair of earrings.  Though she wasn't wearing the 
earrings, which would have disabled her neck and lip responses, I 
did have her dressed in her bra and panties.  There was also a 
note that she would not go outside without her shoes.

These precautions seemed extraordinary, considering there was 
nothing like them for Darci or Jeannie.  I wondered why they were 
part of Touch-Me's composition.  This would be something I would 
come understand much better in the next couple of days.

I closed the book and looked back over to Touch-Me.  She was 
still standing there, facing away in disgust, projecting attitude 
like nobody's business.  I walked over to her and said, "Take off 
your blouse."

"Gladly," she replied, removing it while facing away.  She also 
removed her skirt, though I had not said anything about that.  I 
had come to realize just how much self-actualization was actually 
incorporated in these incomparable women, but it still startles 
me each time I witness it in action.  In fact their manuals give 
the owner a test they can use to ensure it is operating 
correctly.

Touch-Me, clad now only in bra, panties, and low heels, continued 
to face away.  This was her way of telling me she was still 
waiting for me to do more for her.

"What would you like right now?" I asked, giving her word-for-
word the self-actualization test question.

If she answered, "Oh, I don't know.  What would you like?" then 
I'd know she was only giving back programmed responses to prompt 
her owner to ask for what he wanted next.

Touch-Me replied, turning her head to look back over her shoulder 
at me as she said, "I'd like this damn bra taken off."

I knew she was challenging me, but my libido was loving it.  A 
woman doing her best to coax me into undressing her and freeing 
her from her inhibitions.  She turned her head away again, 
leaving her bare back with the bra clasp pointed directly at me. 
 Now I understood that pose.

I walked over to her.  But instead of touching the bra, I first 
reached down and squeezed her hand.

"Is that the best you can do?" she automatically commented.  Then 
she added, "I want us to be much more than just friends."

I squeezed the hand a second time and got the identical response. 
 In its own way, this was fun.  Touch-Me was a cross between her 
own awareness and her programmed reflexes.  This was quite 
different from the other girls.

I wanted to see where this would lead.  Remembering how she had 
responded before to any touch in her chest, I carefully unhooked 
the sturdy bra and brought the straps off her shoulders.  She 
held her arms out in front to make it easy for me to remove it 
and I tossed it over to the bed.

Freed of her restraint she took a deep breath and softly said, 
"Thank you," as she exhaled.

My next step was obvious.  I reached around to gently clasp her 
now unchained bosom.

Touch-Me closed her eyes and took another slow deep breath as she 
felt my hands close on her.  She leaned into me with a sigh.  
This was the first I'd seen of her adult-sized tits.  I had 
thought she was small since she was shorter than the other girls 
by several inches, but her breasts made ideal handfuls with some 
extra left over.  I realized she was probably Jeannie's size, 
which looked even larger on her with her smaller stature.

"Now we're getting somewhere," she sighed as I squeezed the first 
one, finding its small, hard nipple.  "I want you between my 
legs," she commented as I squeezed her other firm mound.

I wasn't in quite that much hurry however.  The past few weeks 
and two girls had taught me about letting my anticipation build 
first.  Fortunately her programmers realized this might happen.  
After she repeated both statements a second time, I was able to 
continuing massaging her without further comment for a while.  
Every few minutes she'd repeat one statement or the other, but 
that wasn't often enough to be a turn-off.

However, there seemed to be more than one timer in Touch-Me.  
After enough time had passed she suddenly squirmed around in my 
arms to face me and said in a no-nonsense way, "Don't keep me 
waiting forever."

Although she then turned back and resumed her former position, by 
now I was having much the same thoughts myself.

I reached down to finger her sex through her panties.  Though she 
watched me with sudden interest, she didn't react to this 
attention.  That's right I remembered.  Her response was still 
disabled there as well.  The panties fit her very well, and were 
too tight for me to easily slip a finger inside.  Well they were 
going to have to come off eventually anyway.

I released Touch-Me and stepped back so that I could remove my 
clothes.

"Take off your panties," I told her while I was getting undressed 
myself.

"I can't," she replied.

"What?"

"You have to remove them."

Oh well, a man has to do what a man has to do.  Walking around in 
front of her, I slid them down her legs until she daintily 
stepped each foot out of them.

I must have triggered something as I did this.  Before I could 
get back up she stepped forward to press her crotch into my face 
while saying, "As long as you're down there."

I got a deep whiff of the intoxicating perfume she was exuding.  
Touch-Me has a stronger, muskier scent than the other girls.  I 
might have continued with things right there, but another part of 
me was demanding attention.  It's how men are.  We know which 
part of our body wants all the attention.  When women come to 
understand that, they'll understand us much better.

Though her gaze showed disappointment as I stood up and tossed 
the panties over by her bra, it turned to a smile as I reached a 
hand down to the warm wetness waiting for me and found exactly 
her right spot.

"Take me now," she responded reflexively, and then pushed herself 
against my hand to emphasize her demand.

I picked her up - she is lighter than either of the other girls 
and easy to handle - and tossed her on the bed.  Her whole 
attitude said she liked it rough.  She kicked off her shoes and 
opened her legs as wide and I wasted no time taking her as hard 
and deep as I could.

She was moaning and squirming underneath me, altering requests of 
"More," - which seemed to be her response to penetration - with 
her breast comments as our chests rubbed together.  I gave her 
everything I had to give until I finally had given everything I 
had.  I fell exhaustedly to sleep beside her moments later.

The last word I remember from her was a very soft, "More," but it 
was more wistful than demanding.

I should have slept well that night, but I didn't.  I'd make it 
through an hour or so, only to wake up hearing Touch-Me 
whispering, "Now we're getting somewhere," or "I want you between 
my legs."  I'd find her pushing her chest into mine again.

Twice I awoke to her humping me leg with her crotch moaning, 
"Take me now."  The first time it turned me on enough to take her 
right there and there, getting a whispered, "Thank you so much," 
in afterwards.

The second time though I was too drained to even consider it.

It's nice to be wanted, but there are limits.  She may be 
insatiable, but I'm not.  I once thought I was, but know better 
now.  Trying to find her bra and panties in the darkness - which 
didn't seem to slow her down now that she was big - was more 
effort than I wanted to consider.  So I reached around her and 
pressed my hand firmly against her power switch.

Touch-Me immediately froze and reflexively responded, "Please 
don't turn me off."  Then she added, apparently on her own 
initiative,  "I'll be good.  Really."

"I need to get some sleep," I told her firmly.  "And so do you."

"Yes, sir," she replied very subdued.  Then she rolled away from 
me and curled into a fetal position.  I did the same, and made it 
through the rest of the night undisturbed.

By morning all was forgiven.  I woke her up by reaching over to 
pinch her nipple.  She responded immediately as expected.  Sex in 
the morning is a great way to start the day.

We showered together - yes the dolls are waterproof - and washing 
each other in the shower is one of the great joys of ownership.  
I left her in the room while I went downstairs for breakfast.

Halfway through the meal she came down the stairs, naked except 
for her shoes, looking for me.

That ended breakfast in a hurry as I jumped up quickly and 
hustled her back to the room.

Once there I asked, "How did you put on your shoes?"  They were 
part of her control package and I had thought she couldn't touch 
them.  She'd not been wearing them when I left.

"Because I took them off myself last night, I am allowed to put 
them back on again," she replied, not at all contrite about it.

"Can you do that with all your clothing?" I asked, wondering just 
how many loopholes Touch-Me could exploit.

"Just my shoes," she replied.  Then she walked up and pressed her 
bare breasts tightly against me.  "That feels wonderful," she 
said in response to the pressure on them, followed by, "Can we 
have sex again now?"

"That's not how you responded last night," I said, confused.

"I rotate in a new set of responses each day," she informed me.  
"It keeps my reflexes fresh and interesting."

Everything about Touch-Me is a bit too fresh in my opinion.

"Pleeeze," she wheedled, rubbing herself up and down against me.

For several reasons the answer was no right now.  Foremost was 
that I had promised Toymaker to come over early today.  He'd 
encountered a problem that he felt I could help him with.  If we 
succeeded it was going to make his life a lot easier.

Also, I don't like being pressed.  I am able to enjoy a lot more 
than just sex with Darci and Jeannie.  Touch-Me however seemed to 
have a one-track mind. 

I didn't want to turn her off, knowing how the other dolls felt 
about that.  Whether or not they are actual persons in their own 
right I hadn't yet decided.  But I did know that turning them off 
would make them less of a person in my eyes.

I solved the problem by taking off Touch-Me's shoes and putting 
her bra and panties back on - getting contemptuous looks from her 
in the process.  Although she assured me that my taking off her 
shoes would confine her sufficiently, I took the shoes with me as 
an extra precaution.  That should solve my immediate problem with 
her until we worked out something better.

Frankly, the bra and panties made Touch-Me even more appealing 
than when she was nude, but I left them on anyway.

"Come back soon, lover," she called out as I closed the door on 
her.

The Toymaker's problem was fascinating, but complex.  With the 
arrival of the Highway in Toyland he was expanding his export of 
toys to new worlds.  His products are the highest quality and 
much in demand.  The question is how to expand production without 
destroying the charm of it to start with.  Nobody wanted Toyland 
to become one big factory.

Fortunately mathematics works the same here as back home, and we 
have the powers of parallel production and geometric progression 
on our side.  By late afternoon we had the kinks out of a couple 
new approaches to try.

I had been absorbed by the problem and hadn't realized how much 
time has passed.  I hadn't planned to leave Touch-Me alone that 
long.

Giving a hasty goodbye for today, I made my back to the room.

I barely had the door closed before Touch-Me was pushing her bare 
breasts into me while begging for sex.  Her panties were caught 
halfway down her legs.  When I instinctively tried to push her 
away for a moment, she grabbed my hand and pressed it against her 
chest, reflexively asking me to pay attention to her further 
down.

"How did this happen?" I demanded instead to know.

At first she looked down and tried not to answer.  But when I 
reached towards her power switch she quickly said, "I was so 
bored, and you won't let me touch myself, so I rubbed myself 
against the pillows on the bed.  My bra and panties just sort of 
came off along the way."

Sort of, my ass.  "Show me," I demanded, pulling her panties back 
up to her waist.  I didn't see her bra at all.  She had managed 
to kick it out of sight under the bed.

Touch-Me went over to the bed and mounted one of the long pillows 
lengthwise.  As she rubbed her bare breasts against the fabric 
she started cooing softly to herself for sex.  Even by herself, 
she had to reflexively respond to the touches on her body.

It aroused me just to watch her do this, and I could see how even 
her tight, well-fitted bra had eventually given away to her 
determination to pleasure herself.

Soon enough she was trying to hump the pillow deep in her crotch. 
 Initially the panties prevented her and she'd go back to rubbing 
her breasts against the rough fabric again to get her focus back.

Each time she went back to her crotch her panties slipped a tiny 
bit more.  I could see with enough effort she would expose her 
crotch completely again to her desires.

In one sense I was upset with her.  But in another, more diverse 
way, her efforts were really turning me on.

I don't know how long it had taken her to realize what she wanted 
to do, and then to work off her bra and panties, but I had to 
give her points for ingenuity and resolve.

Without quite realizing what I was doing I found myself fumbling 
open my belt and pants.  I pulled my pants down and untangled my 
hard erection from my underwear.  Touch-Me was so busy with her 
own efforts she didn't realize what I was doing as I got my pants 
off altogether.

She was working her breasts over again as I walked up behind her 
and, with one quick movement, yanked her panties down to her 
knees.

Without even taking notice of me otherwise she immediately 
attacked the pillow with her now available crotch, keeping her 
legs together just long enough for me to get those panties the 
rest of the way off of her.

With her legs free, she went at it like a starving person 
suddenly served a banquet.  She continued to reflexively coo 
encouragement to herself, and didn't seem to notice as I got on 
my knees between her legs.

For a moment I wasn't sure how to proceed since anal is not my 
favorite thing - not that she would have minded.  Her crotch was 
buried deep in the pillow.  But she was mostly sitting up now as 
she rode that pillow so I reached around and grabbed her tits.

She actually shrieked her automatic responses to my unexpected, 
though highly appreciated, attention, stopped her humping, and 
bent forward enough for me to slip inside her very wet and 
slippery sex.  It was clear immediately that I was far more 
satisfying than the pillow had been, and she focused her frenetic 
attentions now to getting the most out of me.

It was like riding a wild bucking bronco.  My grip on her breasts 
kept me on her - barely - and we rode the rising storm together.

Only much later when I finally quit out of fatigue did she 
quickly stop too.

"Thank you," she said softly.  "That was wonderful."

I had to agree.  Sex is a great way to end the day. 

Afterwards when I retrieved her bra out from under the bed she 
looked at it and pronounced, "I hate it.  And my boobs hate it 
too."

"Is that all you want to do?" I asked.  "Have your breasts 
mauled, and engage in sex?"

"Of course," she replied.  "What kind of doll do you think I am?"

"But don't you enjoy the times between sex.  Doesn't anticipation 
make the next time even better?"

Touch-Me looked at me with a puzzled expression, as if I had 
suddenly started speaking another language.  I tried again.

"After you've worn your bra for a while, don't your...boobs... 
feel even better when they're free again?"

"I always enjoy being touched - especially on my boobs, and down 
there," she responded in a regal manner, confident that she lived 
her life completely at the very peak of her sensitivity, and 
insulted that anyone would ever suggest otherwise.  I realized 
this is not a position one should ever want to win an argument 
against.

And that's was when I realized that Touch-Me was the ideal 
doll/woman - for someone else.

Okay, I made a mistake.  I learn from my mistakes.  Now that I 
realized my mistake, I owed Touch-Me a good home the same way Ted 
had owed Jeannie a good Master.

In fairness I wasn't going to leave Touch-Me confined to our room 
any more.  Not because of how she acted when left alone.  That 
was fine with me as long as she enjoyed it.  It sure hadn't taken 
any of her energy or attention away from me.

Instead I would take her out because she deserved more than just 
these four walls. 

However, I was not going to give her full range over her body 
just yet.  Her new owner might choose to do that, but I could see 
the problems that would start if I did it now.

I dressed her up, bra, panties, clothes, shoes, and earrings, 
despite her dislike for them.

"We're going out," I said, which mollified her somewhat.

"More sex when we return?" she asked.

"If I'm up to it," I promised.

With that she took my arm and I escorted her down to the dining 
room.

She chatted while I ate, putting to lie that she was nothing more 
than a sex toy.  She had a lot to offer the right person when you 
jarred her out of that one track.

Afterwards we walked around village until darkness came, meeting 
a number of local people, though no one suitable for Touch-Me.

Afterwards I kept my promise to her.  She let me sleep 
undisturbed afterwards.

I took the next couple days off and took Touch-Me out more widely 
around the area.  With her sexual impulses under control she was 
actually very charming company.  She showed a sarcastic wit much 
more biting than Darci's humor or Jeannie's observations on life, 
but charming all the same.

We visited Toymaker, who was quite enchanted with her, though he 
confided in me afterwards, "If I were twenty again."

For some reason I got it in my mind to go visit Ted.  I'd been 
wondering how he was getting alone with Jasmine since I felt some 
paternal responsibility there.  This turned out to be harder than 
I expected.  You see, I didn't know where Ted was living.  
Jeannie had blinked me there, and I didn't know where there was.

I thought about calling Jeannie to help me out, and I know she 
would have come in a flash.  But part of me wanted to deal with 
Touch-Me before the girls returned home on their own and things 
got really complicated.

With some judicious asking around I finally got directions out 
into the country to the house Ted had rented.  We arrived there 
in late afternoon, to find it empty.  Not only empty, but up for 
rent.

That struck me as interesting.  Ted apparently had gotten what he 
wanted and returned home with it.  I wished him luck.  My luck 
was that my room at the inn was frankly too crowded for all of us 
and here was an empty cottage for rent.  It hadn't bothered me 
much initially because I hadn't been expecting to stay very long. 
 With no indication of when I would be returning home however 
this dwelling made for sense for my growing family.

I'd already seen the inside and knew I liked it.  I was looking 
around to see if the owner was near by when a man hurried up 
holding something I immediately recognized.

This man, a bit older than I am, with a dark, short beard, was 
holding a Zansasi Highway map.  Unlike mine, his was active.  I 
could see the green trail on the unfolded portion, and the red 
marker of his current position.  I also saw the time countdown 
telling me he had only a few hours before he had to hit his next 
waypoint on the Highway.

"There you are," he said, as if there was every reason I should 
have been expecting him.

"Yes, here I am," I replied, baffled.

"Is she ready to go?" he asked.

"Is who ready to go?"

"Her, of course," he replied, clearly feeling the time pressure.

I know that pressure.  Traveling the Highway is not for the 
imprecise.  And now I realized that this person had been guided 
through the Highway from who knows how far away to meet Touch-Me 
and myself here at this moment.

That brought up an interesting predicament.  I had to trust that 
the Zansasi had either guided the right man to the right place at 
the right moment, or that they had not.  Given my own 
experiences, I quickly decided they had.

But that doesn't mean I'd just give Touch-Me over to someone else 
on their say-so alone.  I acknowledge her as a thinking, feeling 
being, and not something to just be casually given away because 
she isn't quite right for me anymore.

Now I don't' know what makes a man handsome.  There's no reason I 
should know.  I can instinctively tell you how beautiful, 
attractive, sexy, or all of the above, any woman is.  But don't 
ask me about men.

Touch-Me however knows exactly what she likes in men.  She had 
caught on to what was happening almost as quickly as I had, and 
was looking the stranger over with an approving gaze.

I wasn't jealous in the least.  I knew Touch-Me would have been 
mine forever if I really wanted her.

Touch-Me quickly finished her appraisal and squeezed my hand.

When I turned to her and squeezed her back she reflexively 
replied with a smile, "Is that the best you can do?" before she 
was able to add on her own, "Thank you.  Now you've given me 
everything."

I had to grin too at that, before forcing myself to be serious.  
This was, after all, one of the most important decisions for all 
of us.

"Touch-Me," I said to her.  "Do you take this man?" nodding at 
the stranger.

"Yes, I do," she replied, her eyes moist.

"Do you take this woman?" I asked the stranger.

"I do," he replied gravely.

"That's good enough for me," I declared.  "You many now kiss the 
bride."

Touch-Me walked over and put her arms around him for full-on 
kiss.  He must have been holding her just right because she was 
cooing continually into his ear between kisses.  Then I noticed 
he was replying back to her in exactly the same way.

The kisses got got a whole lot more interesting when she freed up 
one hand to reach up and tug off her earrings.  Now how long has 
she been able to do that? I wondered?

Afterwards we rushed back to my room where I performed Touch-Me's 
reset procedure, making sure to preserve her memories.  The 
stranger, whose name I never got, then activated her and got 
another kiss that put the previous ones to shame.

After that I gave him her Owner's Manual and escorted the happy 
couple back to the Highway.

Touch-Me gave me one last kiss before she stepped on the Highway. 
 It was long and deep and unencumbered by any controls on her.  
She cooed all her reflexive responses to me one last time, and 
then added a few more of her own original thoughts, each of them 
intimate and touching.  One thing for certain, Touch-Me was not 
was any kind of slave to her reflexes.  She just enjoyed them 
thoroughly.

My last view of them was Touch-Me looking back to happily wave 
with a big grin on her face as they approached the portal 
together.  While Touch-Me was waving, the stranger tossed away 
her Owner's Manual before he swept them both through the portal 
towards wherever their final destination would take them.

I never saw Touch-Me again, but I still think about her from time 
to time.  And I value all the time and experiences I had we had 
together.  She is very special, and I wish them both the very 
best of luck.

- - -

Chapter 8 -- Going Home

That evening Darci and Jeannie returned, their eyes bright with 
all they had seen and done.  Both were full of stories about 
their adventure, it was all we talked about for days afterwards.

We moved into the farmhouse together and I kept working with the 
Toymaker while waiting for my map to go active again.  I'd 
discovered a single flashing green pixel down in the corner that 
convinced me the map was still working - just blank.

In the meantime I was doing a job during the days I loved more 
than anything I could ever have imagined, while coming home at 
nights to the most beautiful women I could ever have imagined.  
Making toys is every kid's dream.  Darci and Jeannie are every 
man's dream.

Even though the farmhouse is somewhat out in the country, with 
Jeannie handling the transportation needs for all of us, that was 
never a problem.

I'd started out just wanting to experience some fantasies that I 
never believed could happen - and did.  I started out never 
believing I wouldn't return home afterwards.  Who, after all, 
gives up their home.

But along the way I'd changed.  I wasn't the person who had 
arrived here weeks - or was it months now? - ago.  Here I now had 
a family, job, friends, and new roots.

I guess somehow those Zansasi know even more than we give them 
credit for.  My map back home remained blank long enough for me 
to realize this.

I'm glad it did.  I finally picked it one day intending to throw 
it away for good.  I had officially accepted Toymaker's to become 
his apprentice.  Some day I may be running the whole operation.  
But when I glanced at the map I realized that for the first time 
since my arrival it had gone active again.  There was a countdown 
for a date several months in the future.  But the route was 
leading me onwards, not back.

I'm happy to know my adventuring days aren't completely over yet. 
 I've already made plans to go with the girls back to see some of 
what they found in their travels.  But wherever I go now I know I 
will always return to my new home.

And the girls will always travel with me.  In fact, they're 
really looking forward to it.

<end>

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