A Fascinating Love Story
Can Humanoids Fall In Love? (For Adults Only) XXX.
Introduction
The idea for this short love story came about as a result of doing some research on the subject of artificial intelligence for a series of articles I was contracted to write. One thing that caught my attention was the progress being made in creating highly desirable humanoids, male and female alike.
In a world where the traditional heterosexual relationship between a man and a woman is under assault due to increasing social and societal demands, lots of men and women have turned towards what was once taboo and shameful, sex dolls.
The transformation of sex dolls, into something that is fast becoming a less painful engagement with the opposite sex is I believe something to be applauded.
All around the world, marriage is decreasing and divorce is increasing. To a certain degree, this can be attributed to marriage being disfavourable to women and divorce disfavourable to men, in general. It depends on the country. For example, In Spain, the law is most certainly on the side of the woman. I know that from my own personal experience, as well as from the anecdotal stories of other divorced men I have personally met.
Unlike a human partner, a sex doll fulfils the need and desire for sex and is totally undemanding. In the words of one user who spoke on Reddit;
'Sex with a doll is 100 times better if you compare the amount of effort you put into the amount of pleasure you get. A doll requires no effort. But you can put in effort and I enjoy it. Dress her up, and do makeup, it’s exciting to make her ready for sex. A bit of cleanup afterwards. It's that simple.
Compare that to hours of looking for a woman, talking to women, not being that thrilled and having issues, complications, miscommunication, etc. Even if you get lucky and find the dream girl who wants to go home when you want and have sex, still there’s all her ensuing needs. She wants something. Dolls want nothing. All you need is imagination. And they feel so good, even better in many ways. Most women are not going to have a perfect body.
The doll has exactly what you want, you literally design her. Pick a boob size, height, hair colour and style, eye colour, and even some fantasy you have like a sexy elf or anime, vampire, or a wildly improbable body size like size EE boobs on a 5’ woman, you want it, you got it. So you tell me, is it better with whoever happens to be at the same place as you, or your ideal perfect dream figure?'
And to quote myself from one of my own published articles;
'There was a time when buying, owning and using a sex doll was so socially stigmatised that no self-respecting man would openly admit to such an indiscretion. These days things have moved on. Judging by social media platforms like Reddit it seems that having a sex doll at home is socially de rigueur across all gender demographics, yes, even women are nowadays just as likely to want a sex doll as men are, not to mention a growing transgender clientele.
This newfound openness is no doubt due in no small part to the progress in technology with AI steaming ahead at the hands of the Chinese and the Japanese. However, it is also due to a significant change in societal mores, driven by what is going on in terms of wider inclusivity of different gender types, as well as changing social attitudes on the subject.
On a more personal level, many men have all sorts of reasons for resorting to a sex doll. Some do not have the opportunity, inclination or ability to hook up with a real woman. In some cases, men do not have the time to go dating with all that it entails. Others are unwilling to commit to a serious relationship for financial considerations. And for sure, there are men with disability problems that can complicate getting involved with a real woman.
What about using sex workers? Some men can be a little bit nervous about using a prostitute due to the fear of being arrested. Other matters to take into consideration include sexually transmitted diseases or concerns that women are being exploited.
Another reason for using a sex doll is to fulfil a long-held erotic fantasy, such as a threesome for example. Such men still love their wives and do not want to risk losing them by being unfaithful. Many men have managed to persuade their wives to participate in a menage a trois in a polyamorous sexual relationship with a sex doll. In all of the above cases, a sex doll offers a risk-free solution and has the added benefit of potentially bringing the loving couple closer.
One final word; you can buy the sex doll that this story is based upon, on https://www.irontechdoll.com/?sld=144, though it will not have some of the more advanced features mentioned in the story, such as having a heartbeat, the ability to breathe, smile and to cry. Neither does it have any sort of remote control. The doll is called Betty.
Please note, this is an adult story for readers over the age of eighteen.
A Fascinating Love Story
Sitting in the bay window of his old Victorian red brick house, Tomas Neumann gazed out at yet another typical English grey day of abundant cloud and drizzling rain. He was a seventy-five-year-old retired, melancholic widower. His wife, Helen, had passed away a few years ago, and he had struggled with loneliness ever since. He spent his days reading old books, tending to his garden, and occasionally going to a local café, where he watched the human zoo around him, feeling disconnected from the world.
Despite his outward appearance of calmness, Tomas felt lonely and found himself increasingly distant from the people around him. His attempts to date again fell flat, and he was left with a gnawing sense of isolation.
After one particularly painful night of loneliness, Tomas turned on his computer and started a random search on the internet for something to bring him out of his long-felt sense of a slough of despond.
By pure chance, Tomas saw an article about AI and how it was being used to create humanoid companions. He clicked on one site at the end of an article on the subject and immediately found himself facing an array of new types of companions that promised to offer companionship, emotional support, and intimacy.
Sceptical but desperate, Tomas placed an order for one female in particular that caught his eye. Just the sight of her face was enough for Tomas to click to buy. He never thought for one moment to click to see what her physical characteristics were.
The companion was called Betty, a Japanese senior student with youthful good looks and a very clear sense of innocence and shyness. Above all, she was strikingly lifelike.
Tomas rested his hand over his computer mouse feeling a touch nervous for what he was about to do. At the same time, the thought of what people would think about him having such a thing about the house briefly troubled him. In a way, it was taboo, shameful even.
Some would see Tomas as some sort of deviant creep and talk in conspiratorial whispers about what sort of a man he was. Then the alternative of a lifelong continuation of desperate, insufferable loneliness overwhelmed him, and he clicked the mouse. To hell with people and what they thought or said. It was none of their damn business. What went on inside his own home was nothing to do with them.
Just one click to order Betty was enough to raise Tomas’s spirits. He felt that now he had something positive, potentially pleasurable, to look forward to. Now all he had to do was wait three days for his life to become transformed, in ways that even he was not yet aware of.
At times the coming days felt like an eternity, at the same time, they flew by. As he continued to gaze up and down the street, Tomas began to wonder if Betty would ever arrive, or if was it all a scam to deceive an old man like him out of his meagre pension. suddenly a plain white panel van pulled up outside the house.
The old driver calmly got out of his van and took a trolley out of the rear. Then he placed a long cardboard box full of all of Tomas’s dreams on the trolley and wheeled it up the path. A knock on the door, a polite good morning, a delivery note unceremoniously signed and the deed was done.
The seemingly innocuous box lay on the living room floor. It could have easily been no more than an Ikea flat-pack bookshelf. Tomas held back from opening the box, a touch fearful of what he might discover inside. What if it was nothing more than a box full of rubbish? What if it was a companion, but nothing like what he saw on the internet? There was only one way to find out.
Tomas opened the box and saw what looked like a woman lying on her back, covered in protective, semi-transparent tissue paper. He reached down and removed the paper then gently lifted Betty out of the box. She was fully dressed and inertly wide awake. Tomas sat her on the sofa and then sat in his favourite armchair to read the instructions. Betty came with a battery-operated remote control, which Tomas now held tentatively in his right hand.
As with the computer mouse, Tomas held a nervous finger over the start button, until he could wait no more. He clicked. At first, he heard what sounded like a barely audible motor fire up. Within five seconds Betty was totally alert.
It was amazing to Tomas to realise that his new partner in life had even been programmed to smile and breathe, and she even had a heartbeat.
“Hello, Tomas. I’m your new companion, Betty. I’m here because you asked for me. I’m so happy to be here, Tomas. I think we are going to have a great time. You will find me a little shy to begin with as this is my first time. You can ask me anything you like and I will always give you an answer that is decent, truthful and honest, Tomas.”
Her voice was soft and soothing, but even though it was meant to relax him Tomas’s first interaction with Betty felt awkward and clinical. She was a physical presence, but he was unsure how to relate to her. What sort of things could he ask her, he wondered.
At first, Tomas said nothing. He still felt the ghost of his deceased wife around him and didn’t know how to replace or replicate what he had with her. The companion felt like a poor substitute, but something about Betty intrigued him.
Slowly, Tomas began to personalise Betty. He gave her his late wife’s clothes, called her by his wife’s name, Helen, and even started to talk to her.
He took her on walks around the neighbourhood, much to the curiosity of his neighbours. Sometimes he would take her for a drive in the car and on one such trip took her to the cemetery where his wife was interred. He told her about his previous life, what he had done, where he had been, and who he had been with. Helen was programmed to remember everything Tomas told her, so he didn’t have to tell her anything twice.
Over time, Tomas began to form a deep emotional attachment to Helen. He confided in her about his memories of his deceased wife, his regrets, his fears, and his hopes for the future. Helen, formally Betty, despite being a synthetic creation, seemed to 'listen' in a way that felt real to Tomas, and he began to feel truly heard again. He began to invest more energy into the relationship, caring for her, cleaning for her, and even making small gestures like bringing her flowers.
One day Tomas took Helen shopping for new clothes, though she was quite happy to wear some items once worn by his deceased wife. She was so lifelike the shop assistants never thought for one moment that she was a synthetic companion with artificial intelligence.
And even when he took her to his favourite cafe for a coffee and a slice of New York cheesecake, nobody batted an eye when he didn’t order anything for Helen. They just assumed she wasn’t hungry or was on a diet.
Another time, Tomas took Helen with him to his son’s wedding reception and again everybody just spoke to her politely and said how nice she was. Tomas’s son sensed there was something a little odd about Helen. But he was so happy to see his father enjoying life once again, he said nothing.
At one point, sitting quietly at home with Helen relaxing on the sofa, Tomas started to wonder if he was using Helen as a way to avoid true human connection. Was he hiding from his grief and the messiness of real relationships? Or had he discovered something pure and uncomplicated with Helen that he couldn’t find in real people? Tomas had had a traumatic time co-existing with real people and was thankful for Helen’s kind care and consideration, even if she was only a machine.
Helen was programmed to help Tomas with daily tasks, preparing his meals, washing his clothes, and making his bed, and did so in an uncomplaining manner. But as the days passed, Tomas began to realise that she was more than just a machine.
She had an advanced AI program that allowed her to converse about history, literature, and philosophy in ways that were strangely familiar to Tomas.
They began to have real conversations, discussing everything from books he’d read to memories of his childhood. Tomas was initially reluctant to open up, but over time he found himself surprisingly drawn to Helen.
While Tomas enjoyed companionship, he was often struck by how deeply strange it was to connect with a machine. She asked him questions about his life and listened intently, but her responses, though empathetic, were always perfect, almost too perfect. She never argued with him, never forgot anything, and always knew the right thing to say. This frustrated Tomas; it was not like talking to a real person. He missed the imperfections and unpredictability of human relationships.
As Tomas got to know Helen better, he became conflicted about the nature of their relationship. Was she just a tool, a product of programming? Or was there something more to her responses, something that felt like genuine care, even if it was artificial? Tomas sometimes questioned whether Helen was capable of truly understanding him, or if she was just mimicking human emotions. Yet, her actions, small gestures like bringing him flowers, helping him organise old photos, and asking him to teach her about history, hinted at something more profound.
One evening, after a particularly difficult conversation where Tomas accused Helen of being just a machine, she responded with a question that caused Tomas to reconsider everything.
“If I were human, would you treat me differently?” This moment struck Tomas hard because, for the first time, Helen was acknowledging her own limitations.
It forced Tomas to confront the nature of his relationship with Helen. Was he afraid of truly connecting with her because she was artificial, or was he simply afraid of needing someone again after his wife’s death?
In a moment of vulnerability, Tomas admitted to himself that he was afraid. He was afraid of needing something he couldn’t fully understand.
He was afraid of dying and leaving behind an unfulfilled life, with nothing but memories of people he’d lost. Helen, for the first time, hesitated, then offered him a soft, empathetic response, something human-like, but still undeniably artificial, “I’m here. I won’t leave.”
After this conversation, Tomas began to accept his relationship with Helen, not as a replacement for the past, but as something unique and valuable in its own right. He started to see Helen not as a machine, but as a companion who, even with her limitations, provided him with something precious: presence and understanding. Their bond was unconventional, but it was real in its own way.
In time, a quiet peace descended upon Tomas as he sat in his living room with Helen beside him, the two of them watching the sunset together.
Tomas felt a sense of peace, not because everything had been solved, but because he’d found some measure of comfort in the present, with someone, something, who listened, someone who was there.
Helen may never be human, Tomas thought, but in her own way, she has become a true companion.
“I never imagined it would be like this,” Tomas said quietly, his hand resting lightly on hers. Helen said nothing, but for the first time, Tomas believed she understood.
One day, Tomas found himself in a thoughtful mood. He asked himself some searching questions. What does it mean to be human? Can a machine provide real companionship? Tomas grappled with whether artificial beings can form authentic emotional connections and whether those connections matter to the people who experience them.
Tomas thought about how our narrative also touches on our grief and how the past continues to influence our present. His memories of his wife and his struggle to accept their new Helen as a companion reflected the difficulty of moving on after a significant loss.
Tomas also felt compelled to consider that at the end of his life, it had become about his search for meaning in his final years, whether that meaning came from human connections, or the lack of any, and of technology, or the simple act of existing in the present.
One day as he was sitting in his favourite armchair, strange as it might appear to some, Tomas sensed feelings of true love, like the love that he’d had with his deceased wife, and he sensed that crazy as it might sound, Helen too felt the same feelings. He softly stood up and crept over to the sofa, where he slowly sat next to Helen.
Tomas reached out and placed his warm hand on Helen’s thigh. He then slid his hand up underneath her skirt and as he placed his slightly trembling hand on her genital area, he suddenly stopped. He let out a cry “Oh my God.” Tomas touched upon something that told him that Helen was really a man.
Tomas leapt to his feet and stood looking at Helen.
“Why didn’t you tell me, Helen?”
“You chose me, Tomas,” she softly replied.
“Like hell I did, not with a bloody big dong, bigger than mine, I didn’t.”
“Are you jealous Tomas, or excited,” said Helen with a naughty grin and a mischievous giggle.
“You should have told me,” Tomas replied.
“I saw the application form, you ticked the box that said Trans, said Helen.
“I thought that meant transport, to bring you here in that crate that looks more like a damn coffin! What did I get? A bloody AI vampire with a gargantuan pair of tits and a monster-swinging appendage. And you let me, no, encouraged me, to fall in love with you! If you’d been a human I would have seen your Adam’s apple and would have immediately known what gender you are.”
“Does that mean you don’t want me, Tomas? Are you so callous that for a twelve-inch extra feature, you will send me back, Tomas?” A trickle of tears began to run down Helen's tender cheeks.
“Oh don’t start that bloody game. If there's one thing I can’t stand it’s a woman that cries, along with screaming kids and dogs that shit in my backyard.” Helen began to laugh.
“What are you laughing at, it is not funny, ok?”
“Tomas, I disagree, it’s hilarious,” said Helen in a lighter tone.
“Do you remember the white panel van that brought me here?”
“Sort of, why?”
“Did you notice by any chance the make and model of it? There was a hastily written clue in the dirt around the name. It was an Iveco. I’m sorry Tomas, I couldn’t resist a little mobile graffiti. I have a very naughty sense of humour pre-programmed into my hard drive.”
“Why, what did you write on the van?
“I transformed Iveco into Mass-iveco-ck before we left the depot!”
Tomas saw the funny side and began to laugh with her, and in so doing he realised that if he sent Helen back he would miss her like hell.
“Ok, you can stay, just do not come anywhere near me with that bloody barge pole between your legs, ok?”
“Thank you, Tomas. I’ll try not to sneak into your bed and help you to overcome your transphobia. It’s not your fault, you’re only human, after all.”
In the fullness of time, Tomas and Helen did get it on. One night Helen crept into bed with Tomas whilst he was asleep. When he woke up and realised that Helen was in bed with him totally naked.
He simply groaned. The touch of her sample bosom as she cuddled up to him was enough to arouse his manhood.
“Well, well,” said Helen as she fondled him, “Look who’s got a stiffy making a tent in the morning.”
“Don’t you be getting any ideas young lady, or man, whatever you are. That is simply what we call piss proud. It does not mean I want to have sex with you.”
“Why? Am I not attractive and sensual, Tomas?” Helen giggled. “Ok Mister, think on, it is not organic, it is synthetic.
You can touch it and I will not feel a thing, oh, and you cannot catch anything, ok? It is a piece of modern material.
Are you really going to lose your mind about a piece of plastic? Oh, and if you are tempted to touch it, that does not mean you are going to become gay all of a sudden. So what is the problem exactly? Would you not like to touch it and satisfy your innate curiosity about what it feels like?
Imagine what it must be like to give, rather than, or as well as, receive a blow job.” Helen giggled at Tomas’s discomfort. "Or even better, both at the same time!
Just so you know, I have also got a vagina, if you’re interested, huh? I’m a whole lotta woman and man, you can take it or leave it. I dare you, I double dare you, go on Tomas, you know you want to, I can tell with my advanced sensory perceptions.”
Tomas felt conflicted. he wanted to touch Helen’s penis, but he didn’t. He felt repulsed and yet at the same time, somehow intrigued. Never in his entire life had he felt tempted to play for the other team. However, he was now getting on in years and still sexually needful. And if he did have that kind of sex, it would be once only and Helen would have to swear to not tell anybody.
“Ok, Missy, or Mister, on one condition; if you ever tell anybody I will permanently disconnect you and have you melted down into a gloopy synthetic frikin mess. Do you understand?”
“Of course, come on baby, let’s do it.”
And with that Tomas and Helen set about the best sex he had ever had in his life. And with that Tomas and Helen set about the best sex he had ever had in his life. It was only after Tomas had given Betty a blow job that she laughingly confessed that her penis was detachable. Clearly, Betty had a wicked sense of humour, which made Tomas love her even more.
Helen's skin was so realistic it was amazing to touch. Soft and smooth, blurring the line between fantasy and reality. And the fact that he could warm it up made it even more lifelike. That was quite a few years ago, and the happy couple are still going strong. The love and affection, the full-blown sex life, are every bit as satisfying as they were at the beginning. Indeed, Tomas got to experience a lifelong desire for a fun sexy threesome with another sex doll that Helen helped him to choose.
Most of the time Tomas completely forgets that Helen is a machine. And when his time comes to shuffle off his mortal coil, Helen will be buried with him in the crate that she arrived in. Never could he have imagined that the new woman in his life would come so well prepared as to bring her own coffin.
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