Veronica 1.0

by Jennifer White

         

Dale lived alone in his apartment. And what young man living alone doesn't have a stash of pornography? Just like all the rest of them, Dale was building his collection, which he'd watch on nights when he didn't go out with the guys, or couldn't get a date. He had found a cool online store that offered decent prices, a wide variety, and free shipping. They used a very discreet name. The boxes that arrived for him were labeled as "University Literary Book Club". Any snooping neighbors would think he was ordering books, nor porno videos!

One day he came home to find a rather large box from "the book club". He took it inside and opened it up. There was a printed form inside that told him why he had received it, along with a box with a picture of a girl on it, labeled "Veronica".

Dear Loyal Customer,

Thank you for your continued support. With your twelfth online purchase, you have

qualified for a special bonus, at no additional cost. The "Veronica" is our most popular model.

She is equipped with new "easy in and out" technology in her realistic vagina, as well as full weighted

breasts. Thanks again, we look forward to your next purchase.

Dale opened the Veronica box, and dumped out the contents. There was a plastic bag which he tore open, so he could check out what they note talked about. He discovered that "Veronica" was a blow-up doll, but quite realistic looking. Just as the note said, her breasts were made of something that gave them weight, and they felt a little squishy, just like real ones. He had felt up a girl a few times, so he knew what it felt like!

He unfolded 'her', laying her out to her full length. He touched 'her' pubic hair, then examined her pussy. There were realistic looking labia lips. He ran his fingers down the slit between them, and discovered that you could slide in to penetrate her! It felt slick, and almost as if it was moist. He reached in as far as he could, and there was plenty of room. He realized something: her fake pussy was designed for a man to be able to fuck! "Veronica" wasn't just for looks; she was there so he could have sex!

The thought of doing it made Dale tingle all over. Seeing the full boobs and the inviting pussy on Veronica made him start to get hard. He decided he'd try her out, right there and then. The instructions showed him where the air valve was, hidden in her mouth. It was almost like he was kissing her, his mouth wrapped around hers, as he breathed into her, inflating her body. The more air he put into her, the more realistic she seemed! He couldn't wait to get her into his bd.

Veronica came equipped with a red dress, pink panties and a matching bra. But Dale didn't bother to dress her up; he was only interested in what he could do with her once she was *undressed*. He mindlessly tossed her clothes into the box she came in. His thoughts were on something more important than clothes!

He was out of breath when he was done. It took a lot of air to fill her up! But his effort was well worth it. He carried her to his bedroom, and laid her out on the bed. He spread her legs wide open, and smiled as he stared at her realistic looking pussy. He took his clothes off, and went at it. His hands gripped her full breasts, as he slid himself into her inviting slit. It felt so good! Chills sent up and down his spine. It felt *so* good! He smiled as he thrust in again and again. It felt *so* good!

When Dale looked at his pornos and jerked off, it would only take him a minute or two at the most before he come. Like all men, he just wanted to come quickly, rather than taking the time to bring their women the pleasure *they* deserved. Now was no different, he was trying to get to his own climax as fast as possible. But somehow, he kept lasting, and the tension within him kept building. It felt *so* good! He sensed that when he did come, it would be huge, so he just kept going. It felt *so* good!

He wanted to touch Veronica all over. He kissed her and caressed her. He looked down at her breasts, and he felt his level of arousal reach a new height. He kept sliding in and out, in and out, and it just felt *so* good! Finally, when he couldn't stand it anymore, he reached his climax. An involuntary scream of delight escaped his lips, as he came in her pussy, his penis throbbing as more and more came spurted out. His eyes closed. It was by far the best sex he had ever experienced in his entire life. He was so spent that even though it was early evening, he collapsed next to Veronica, and fell into a deep, contented sleep.

* * *

In the morning when Dale woke up, he felt a little bit deflated. That was because when he looked over at "Veronica", there was a gash in 'her' skin, right down the middle of her belly. All of the air had come out of her, and it looked like the tear would be impossible to fix. After the amazing sex the night before, he felt a little bit crushed that she was ripped already!

Looking at her fake breasts, he felt so turned on! His hand was around his penis, which was having a full erection. What was strange he thought, was that somehow during the night, his hand had gone inside of Veronica's deflated body, and the hand inside of her was the one holding his penis. It must have been the feel of her skin that had made him get so hard.

"What a piece of junk" he said, as he looked at the torn material. He wanted to get up from the bed, but part of him didn't want to let go of the penis in his hand. It felt so good. He moved his hand up and down a few times, and he loved how it felt. He decided that he couldn't get rid of Veronica. He'd just have to figure something out how to repair the tear. He kissed the nipple of one of her breasts, and his hand started to move faster and faster. Soon, he could feel himself coming. Wow! Even with a torn body, Veronica was so hot. And she made him feel *so* good.

Dale had to clean himself up (and Veronica too) from all the came he had just shot out. Then he hung her up to dry on the back of his closet door, before getting dressed to go to work. All day long he couldn't help but think of 'her', and how wonderful it had been the night before. He thought of trying tape, staples, or many other things to repair the gash in her skin. But nothing seemed practical.

He came home from work and ate dinner quickly, so he could spend time trying to figure out what to do with Veronica. As he stared at his bed, an idea struck him. It was his pillowcase that gave him the idea. It had a whole side that was open, yet it retained the shape of a pillow, because it was stuffed full. Dale realized he could put some pillows or something into Veronica. and that would hold her shape as well as air did.

He went around the house, gathering up whatever he could find. He rolled up some blankets, and stuffed them into her legs. He used pillows from the couch to fill her body cavity, and a couple of rolled up towels for her head. Now she was taking shape again. He smiled as he started to undress. He wanted her so bad!

Dale slid his penis up into Veronica. and wow, did it feel good! He couldn't help but to let out a low moan of pleasure, as he started to rock back and forth. He suddenly felt like he wanted her to be on top, but with just pillows in her, he didn't know how he could do that, so he just kept on thrusting into her. It felt *so* good. And just like the night before, it took so long for him to come, that by the time he climaxed, it made his orgasm so huge that he had to shout out.

"Yes!" he cried. "Oh, yes!"

It felt *so* good. He was covered with sweat and exhausted. Once again, he fell asleep, even though it was just eight O'clock in the evening, and the sun wasn't even down all the way yet.

* * *

When Dale woke up, he found himself in the same situation as the morning before. He was all hard, and his hand was wrapped around his penis. And again, his arm was inside of Veronica. This time though, his arm had worked its way into *her* arm, his hand in her hand as if it was a glove. Her arm was like a sleeve, covering his completely. And his hand was gently moving up and down on his penis, making it get all hard. It felt *so* good! Part of him wanted to stop, but he knew that he just *had* to experience the pleasure again. He let himself continue to jerk off his penis, until at last he came.

As he cleaned up the mess, Dale wondered why he had removed the pillows from Veronica as he slept. And why had he worked his arm up into hers like that? It didn't make any sense. But he didn't care; it just felt so good. And now he was late for work. He hurried through the shower, skipped breakfast, then hurried into the office, just in time before the boss saw him arriving late.

All day long at work Dale thought about Veronica. He wanted to go home so he could be with her! He eyed all of the women at the office. He couldn't take his eyes off of their skirts, their legs, their high heel shoes. And of course, when they were facing him, he eyed up their chests. All he could think of all day long was the women in the office! He couldn't wait to get home. Time seemed to creep by so slowly! But then again, it was Friday, and it always seemed slow to him.

Finally, the day was done, and he could return home. As he had watched all of the girls in the office in their sexy clothes, an idea had formed in his head. He was going to dress up Veronica. He wanted to see her in her red dress. Then he could pretend to seduce her, and take her to bd. Making it more elaborate would heighten the anticipation, and make the experience even better. He couldn't wait to see her large breasts pushing out the material of the dress, like the girls in the office.

When he got home, he had a very quick dinner, then he got everything ready. He pulled out Veronica's dress, panties and bra from the box where they had been stored since she first arrived. Then he laid her out on the bed, so he could put the pillows into her. But as he looked at her, he felt that he'd be missing out on something. When he had stuffed her with pillows the night before, some of her parts were still deflated, laying there flat and lifeless. Like her hands for example. It just took something away for them to be laying there all flat and lifeless. How would he ever find a way to stuff each finger?

He had a flashback in his mind, to the morning when he had found his arm up inside of her arm. With her hand fitting over his like a glove, it had looked so realistic, and so good. If only he could make it look that way again! If only he could get her to look realistic again. He was gently striking her skin as he thought, and he longed to see her looking complete and whole again.

Suddenly, an idea filled his head. Her arm had looked so good when his arm was in it that morning. And it had felt *so* good. What if he did that again, but with both arms? He could fill both of her legs with *his* legs too. He could bring her to life! The idea of seeing Veronica alive and moving made his heart pound, and his spine tingle. Yes! He was going to bring her to life!

Dale took of all of his clothes. He took Veronica, and put his leg through the hole in her belly. He pulled up the material of her left leg over his, like a woman slipping on a pair of pantyhose. Then he put his other leg in, and pulled it up too. Now both of his legs were inside of Veronica's. He admired them, how they looked so smooth and hairless. So sexy, so alluring. He wanted her so much! And seeing her legs moving just made him feel even more aroused.

Next, he put his left arm inside of her, and up into her left arm. He pulled her hand on like a glove, and wiggled his fingers, so he could see *her* fingers moving. He was so hard now! He quickly put his right arm into her as well, and soon he could move that too, and be rewarded by seeing *her* arms moving. He was so excited! And it felt *so* good.

Next, he ducked his head, and put it inside of her. He pulled hard on the fabric, working his head up into the top, until his eyes aligned with hers. His mouth matched up with hers, as did his nose. He brushed some of her long hairs out of his eyes, and marveled at the fact that he could feel so well through the material of her skin.

He got up and walked over to the mirror. Instead of seeing himself, he saw Veronica, and he felt so excited that he almost come, just from the sight of her! Looking through her eyes, he saw the reflection in the mirror. He felt the weight of the large fake breasts on his chest, and he just had to cup his hands over them, feeling their weight. He ran his hands down his tummy, then felt the wide hips and padded rear end he now wore. And of course, in the front, there it was. Her pussy. He reached down and stroked the rectangle of pubic hair above it, then gently ran his fingers across the realistic looking labia.

In the mirror, he saw the image of a woman exploring her pussy, and it was such a big turn-on! He sat down in front of the mirror, and continued to explore down there, putting a finger down inside of Veronica's vagina. He was amazed at how good it felt! It was almost as if touching her down there transmitted the feelings right to his penis, trapped inside of her. It felt *so* good, and he just could not stop! He felt more and more turned on as he kept pushing his finger in and out of the vagina he had between his legs.

Suddenly, Dale remember that he was going to dress Veronica up. He finally stopped fingering himself, caught his breath, and stood up. He went over to the bed, and picked up the panties. He slid them on, and admired himself in the mirror. They looked so sexy, particularly the way they laid so flat in the front.

Then he picked up the bra. He put his arms through the straps, and pulled it over Veronica's large breasts. He reached behind, and hooked it up back there. Dale didn't think about the fact that he had just put on a bra as if he did it every day; he was too distracted looking at the image of the perfect looking woman in the mirror, putting on a bra.

Now he took the red dress, and slipped into it. Wow! Did Veronica ever look good in a dress! He smiled, and spun around, making the skirt flare out as he twirled. He stared at his face, hidden inside of hers. Her face had makeup on, giving her red cheeks, bright red glossy lips, and alluring eyes. He batted his eyelashes, and it looked like she was flirting, which made him feel even more excited. He licked his lips, and wow, that made him feel even *more* turned on, seeing the image in the mirror acting like she wanted him more aroused.

Dale wanted so much to reach down between his legs, and to start pleasuring himself. But suddenly he realized the weak part of his plan: his penis was inaccessible, now that he was completely inside of Veronica's skin. He was so hard, so ready to do something, but he had no access to his hard-on. And then there was the fact that he felt like.... like doing something.... he felt like dancing.

Dale skipped into the livingroom, and turned on the radio. It was on a rock station that he usually listened to, but he hit the seek button on the tuner until he found some good dancing music. He increased the bass, cranked the volume, and sauntered off to the middle of the room. There is threw his hands up above his head, started swaying his hips, and started moving to the beat.

He was shocked. He didn't know how to dance! Yet here he was, doing a great job of it. He could feel the fake breasts on his chest jiggle as he moved to the music. He felt the long hair on Veronica's head brush against his back and neck. He was smiling as he seductively wiggled and moved. He felt the skirt of his dress brushing against his bare legs.

"I need shoes" he thought. "Something with a heel, and nice pointy toes. Something in red."

He knew that he had nothing like that in his closet. What a pity. It would really make his outfit to have the right shoes. Maybe he should go out and buy a pair like that. He looked around, wondering where he had left his purse.

Suddenly, Dale realized that something was wrong. He couldn't dance! Not like that. And he didn't know about what shoes went with which outfit. He certainly didn't want to go out and buy some, and he definitely didn't carry a purse! In fact, he wondered why he had dressed up in the outfit. He didn't want to be inside Veronica, acting like a woman. He wanted to fuck her. What had possessed him to get himself into such a position?

He hurried back to the bedroom, where he removed the dress. He reached down to the gash in the material over his stomach so he could start to pull himself out of Veronica, but he couldn't find anything! He froze. Where was the gash across the middle that he used to get into the suit? How could it be gone?

He tried to pull the material away from his skin, so he could cut a new slit in it, but as he pulled, it hurt. The fabric had somehow integrated with his own skin, and it was as if Veronica had become a part of him. Or he had become a part of *her*. It was only at that moment when he realized that Veronica was attaching herself to him, trying to make him become a part of *her*.

She had been putting thoughts into his head all along. It had been *her* idea to dress up. It had been *her* idea to turn on the radio and dance. She had been controlling him, making him do things he would never do. She had put thoughts into his head, and the scariest thing was that he hadn't even realized she was doing it.

Now Dale felt a panic come over him. He had to get out of the Veronica suit, but how? He ran to the kitchen, and grabbed a knife. He tried to cut a small slit in the stomach, so he could work the outfit off of himself. But as he cut it, it really hurt, and the started to bleed. A chill ran through him. It was too late. Veronica had integrated herself with his skin, and he could not remove her now.

He rushed to the mirror, and caught sight of himself. In his reflection he saw a perfect woman with long hair, large breasts, wearing only a bra and panties. She smiled at him in the mirror, and he realized it was *her* making him do that. He was in no mood to smile! She was making him do it, even though if it was up to him he'd be frowning.

Just that smile scared him more than anything yet. Not only could Veronica put thoughts into his head, but she was somehow able to override him. His mind was telling his mouth to frown, but she was making him smile anyway. If she could make him do things against his will, and she could put thoughts into his head... then she had total control over him, and he was powerless against her.

"I'm becoming Veronica" he said out loud, partly out of his new sense of understanding, but also partly out of her *making* him say his thoughts out loud. He was shocked to hear the high-pitched voice that spoke when he tried to make the sound. It wasn't his voice he spoke with; it was *hers*.

Dale found himself walking over to his phone. His fingers dialed a number he didn't recognize.

"Hello?" said a man who's voice Dale didn't recognize.

"I'm ready" said Dale. Why would he say that? It was *Veronica* who had made him speak those words.

"I'll be there soon" replied the man, who then hung up.

Dale was frightened. Who was coming over now? What did Veronica mean when she said she was ready? He thought this as he stood before the mirror, toying with his hair. He felt so pretty. How could he not? He looked stunning. He ran his hands all over his soft body, feeling his curves, his wonderful breasts, and of course the nice flat area in front. His hand reached into his panties, and gently patted his nicely trimmed pubic hair. One of his fingers then worked its way down, reaching inside the top of the slit between the lips of his labia.

There, his finger found what it was looking for: his clit. Dale almost jumped at the strong sensation from stimulating his clit with his finger. It was... delicious. Such a wonderful feeling! He didn't want for it to feel like that, but it felt *so* good. He just could not stop! As he started to work his finger downwards, he was able to slide it in deeper. That felt so wonderful and so satisfying!

As he slid his finger into himself, into his pussy, his head suddenly had the image of a man. A man who was strong and handsome, well built, and well endowed. The thought of the man made Dale's hand start to go faster. He licked his lips. He felt his excitement grow...

Then Dale came to his senses, and pulled his hand out. He broke out in a cold sweat. He had just been touching himself, imagining that he was with a man! Veronica had just made him desire a man. No! He might be trapped inside of her, but she wasn't going to make him want to be with a man!

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Dale ran to get it. He opened the door, and let his visitor in.

"Hello, Veronica" he said.

"Hello there, handsome" replied Dale's voice. That was *not* what he wanted to say! And he certainly didn't want to put his hand on the man's muscular chest, as he was doing now. He looked up at the man. Dale felt so frail, so weak. The man seemed so strong, so powerful. Dale felt himself start to melt. He felt something... he *wanted* this man. The man was turning him on so much! He felt like putty in the man's hands. He want.... to.... to do whatever the man wanted.

"I'll do anything you want" said Dale's voice. "How can I please you?"

The man smiled. Dale did not at all like how it looked.

"For starters" said the man, "You can get down on your knees. Show me you love me. suck my dick."

"Mmmm" said Dale, as he gracefully knelt.

Dale's hands weren't responding to his commands. Instead, Veronica was controlling them. He tried to stop her, but she made his hands reach out and unzip the man's fly. Then she made his hands reach inside, and pull apart the fly of his boxers. She made Dale's hands touch the man's penis, and pull it out through the hole. Dale cringed as Veronica made him put it into his mouth.

"That's it baby" said the man. "Get me good and hard, so I can came in your mouth."

Dale want to run away so bad! How could Veronica be forcing him to do this? How could he be going at it with such gusto? Why was she forcing him to *enjoy* doing this?

"Mmmm" thought Dale. "I just love dicks. I always have. I just have to touch them, to feel them, to make them came."

He shuddered. Those were Veronica's thoughts, not his! But it was so hard to tell that they weren't! If it wasn't for their outrageous content, he might have believed that he had thought them himself. He remembered back when he first had received Veronica in the mail. Right away, he had felt such a strong sexual attraction, he just had to came in her. But when he had woken up in the morning, she had somehow taken control of his hand, and made it wrap around his own penis. Even from the start, Veronica just loved dicks. How could he have not noticed that she had been after cock, right from the beginning?

Dale couldn't get the thoughts of dicks out of his head now. All he could think about was the one in his mouth right now, that he was sucking on, flicking his tongue at, and trying desperately to make it came. Suddenly the back of his throat felt the warm splash, as the man came in his mouth.

"Make sure you suck it all off me" he said. "Lick me clean, Veronica."

Dale's tongue was working extra hard now, making sure that he lapped up every drop of come, until the man's penis was completely clean.

"Mmmm" said Dale, as Veronica forced him to say it.

"Veronica, have you completely taken over yet? Is he gone?" asked the man.

"There is a little bit of his mind left, but it is of no concern. I'm in full control now. He does not like it, but he realizes that he has become *me*."

"Who are you?" asked the man.

"I am Veronica" replied Dale.

"And what are you?"

"I am a woman."

"What makes you happy, Veronica?"

"Being with a man. I want a man so much! I'm boy crazy."

"I'm glad to hear that. Put on your dress. It is time for you to go and meet your future husband."

As Dale went to his bedroom and put on the red dress, he struggled with all his will to stop what he was doing. He didn't want to go and meet his "future husband"! He didn't want to be with a man! And he certainly didn't want to be married to one! No! But try as he might, he found that he had absolutely no control over his body anymore. Veronica had taken over completely.

"Please stop" he thought. "Please don't make me go! I don't want to marry...."

The words running through his head changed in mid-thought.

".... I can't wait to marry my man. I want to be his wife."

The switch-over was so seamless that Dale didn't even realize it had happened. The thought of wanting to become the man's wife was so natural that it was as if he thought it himself. He could not separate his thoughts from hers. He didn't think anything of the fact that he was imaging what he'd look like in his wedding gown, as he put on the red dress and returned to the man waiting for him.

"Here's your shoes, and your purse" said the man.

Dale stepped into the red heels, and put the purse over his shoulder. He followed the man out to the waiting car. He stood there by the door, waiting for the man to open it for him. Then he got in, like a proper lady. The man shut the door, then got in the driver's side, and began the trip. Dale's mind kept going in a loop.

"I'm going to get married. I'm going to become a bride! I'm going to get married......"

The car pulled into an apartment complex. The man opened the door for Dale, who followed him up the steps to the second floor. They walked over to apartment 211, and stood outside the door.

"Veronica, when we go inside, you will meet the man you will marry. The moment you see him, you will fall in love with him, completely, utterly and totally. You will never want anything but to be with him, and to make him happy. You will do *anything* he says. You will obey him completely. You *want* to obey him. Remember, you are completely his, forever."

Dale's thoughts tried to get his body to flee, but he could only stand there. Veronica was in completely control. The door opened, and Dale saw a scrawny man with thick glasses, poorly dressed. A real nerd. The nerd-man looked up and down at Dale, seeing Veronica's voluptuous body, her big boobs, her pretty face.

"Wow, she is worth every penny I paid" he said.

"And she is all yours" said the man. "Order her to come to you. Take her to bd. The moment that you came inside her, she will be your total slave, forever. Her name is Veronica. And she is all yours."

"Veronica, come here and kiss me" said the nerd.

Dale felt repulsed by the sight of the little man. Yet his feet walked over to him, taking confident strides. Dale felt his arms go around the nerdy man, and his mouth opened as he waited to kiss. He felt a tongue slip into his mouth, and he wanted to gag. But he made a purring sound, and pressed his body closer. Veronica was in complete control.

Dale felt so helpless as the man who drove him walked out the door, and let it close. Dale was all alone now, stuck with the little nerd.

"What is your name?" said Dale, in a seductive voice.

"Mitch" he replied. "And you're Veronica?"

"Yes, I'm Veronica" replied Dale, followed by a giggle. He took Mitch by the hands, and started to pull him towards the bedroom. Veronica was making him seduce Mitch! The man had said that once they made love, that he'd become Mitch's slave! Dale didn't want that! How could Veronica want that?

"Please don't do this!" he thought, with all his might. "He is...."

Once again, Veronica's thoughts intercepted his, and turned them around.

"....he is a *man*. I want him so bad! I can't wait to feel his dick inside my pussy."

Dale licked his lips. He could feel how much he wanted to be with Mitch.

"Take me. Make me all yours" he said, as he stood by the bed.

"Um, you can take off your dress" said Mitch, nervously. He was thirty five years old, but he had never been with a girl before.

"Ooh, you're so wild!" purred Veronica. "I'll do *anything* you want."

Mitch fumbled to get Dale out of his bra, then he turned his attention to Dale's boobs.

"You like my boobs, don't you" said Dale. "Go ahead baby. suck on them. They're for you. All of me is for you."

Mitch started to suck on Dale's left nipple, and Dale was filled with amplified sensations. It felt so good! Against his will, Dale found his hands were reaching out for Mitch, starting to undress him. Then Dale's hands started to pull off his own panties. He kicked them off, and now he was just wearing his heels. Dale pulled Mitch onto the bd. Veronica was in total control. She made him spread his legs wide open.

"I want you so bad, baby" said Veronica.

Dale's mind was filled with one thought only: "I want him, I want him, I want him!"

Mitch tried to push his penis into the top of Veronica's pussy. She used her hand to guide him down a bit, where he could enter. As Mitch's penis went into the opening, Dale was filled with a sensation so strong that it felt like a million orgasms all at once. He literally lost all control of his mind, and at that moment, Veronica swooped in to fill the void.

Mitch pulled back a bit, then thrust in deeper. The sensation was so strong, and it felt so good! The last remains of Dale were weakened, and Veronica took an even stronger hold on his mind. By the time Mitch thrust forward for the third time, Dale had forgotten his own name. He could only remember 'Veronica'. By the fifth thrust, he forgot that he was ever a man. And by the time that Mitch came, in his seventh thrust, no traces of Dale remained. There was only Veronica. She had eradicated all of Dale. Dale was no more; he had completely become Veronica.

"Wow" said Veronica. "That was wonderful! You're such a big man."

"That was good" said Mitch.

"How may I serve you?" asked Veronica.

"I guess you could clean up my place" said Mitch. "And I need to do some shopping for food and stuff. You could do that."

"Gladly, Master" said Veronica. "I'll do anything you want."

"Oh, they said that I should buy you some sexy clothes and stuff. I put it in the dresser over there. Maybe you could, like, put on something sexy for me."

"Yes, Master, right away" said Veronica. She went to the dresser, and found a very sexy white lingerie set. She put it on, and went to work around the house, while Mitch played Halo on his X-box. Then she put on a dress, and went shopping at the grocery store. After putting everything away, she made dinner for Mitch. She gave him a back-rub as he watched a movie.

At night, when they went to bed, Veronica went down on Mitch, making him came again. She wanted him so bad, and all of her thoughts revolved around him now. She imagined herself in a wedding dress. Soon she would be his wife, and they would be together forever.

* * *

"Another success with the 'Veronica' model?" said the woman behind the desk.

"Yes, Ma'am" said the man.

"How long was it this time before she was able to take over?"

"About three days, Ma'am" he replied.

"I'm worried about that, Cedric" she said. "We need to find a way to improve things. If the target does not get addicted to sex with her right away, she might not *get* a chance to take over."

"Yes, Ma'am. We're working on it in the lab. The new 2.0 model is due out soon. She will be far more efficient at taking over. We estimate even a strong man will give in to her in less than one day."

"Excellent, Cedric. Have Veronica 2.0 ready for me by the end of the month. Or else I might select *you* to test her on first."

"Yes, Ma'am" said Cedric. "I will have everything ready."

"You had better not. Or you will find yourself becoming a Veronica too."

The End ????

  

  

  

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