Trust Machines - Against Medical Advice

This Trust Machines story takes place somewhere in my Tom and Susan continuity. Neither of them are the main characters here. Susan’s friend Angela and Angela’s husband Pat are. Angela and Pat have been mentioned in a few Tom and Susan stories I have no idea how “canon” this story is to the Trust Machines rules. And I did make a small edit to it a few weeks ago. If you know, you know. Enjoy.

I should have published this three weeks ago, except that I made a few edits I just mentioned. The first Tom and Susan story, Big Red Button, was released April 5, 2020. I’m always amused by meaningless anniversaries.

“Where’s Angela?” Tom asked.

“She had me venn her again,” Pat said.

“Sex doll?”

“Yep.”

“Who likes it more, you or her?”

“I guess her since this time she surprised me.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, a couple weeks ago she’s all excited and when I ask why it was like she was about to say something and stopped herself. I said, ‘What?’ And she says, ‘Let’s go venn.’ Didn’t see a reason to question it until we get to the machine. She says do it for a year but I want you promise to change me back on October fifth, I have a doctor appointment I can’t miss on the sixth.”

“She wanted a four and a half month venn?”

“Right. Then she tells me to turn her into the best fuck doll I can imagine because she wants me to fuck her every day.”

“Did you have like six birthdays she forgot? You love turning her into a sex doll.”

“Not that I’m aware of. And I said, ‘What about your job?’ And that’s when she tells me she got laid off and wasn’t sure how to tell me.”

“You’re at the machine at this point?”

“Coin is inside, the year symbol is lit, and there’s like three other couples waiting behind us. She points them out and says it’ll all make sense in October. I just gave up and did what she asked.”

“Have you been…?”

“Of course, I have. I’m not stupid. Me being a little mad at her doesn’t mean I don’t love her to death.”

*****

“Where have you been?”

“Susan?” Angela gave her a hug. “You should talk. I distinctly recall you spent a few months painted to a wall.”

“I was art. Tom tells me you were a sex doll for over four months.”

“That’s envy in your voice.”

“Of course. Was he attentive the whole four months?”

“He told me he was sick six weeks ago and may have missed a few days. I don’t really remember.”

“So, back to the job hunt?”

“No, I just left an appointment today. When he gets off work…” She looked around conspiratorially. “I’m having him venn me again.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I like the quiet between the fucks. Actually…”

“What’s that look in your eye?”

“You could venn me. Put me in bed and lock up when you leave. He’d just find me there and have no idea how long the venn will last until Tom tells him.”

“Why would Tom tell him?”

“Will you tell Tom?”

“Yes.”

“Tom will tell him.”

“I happen to know how good Tom is at keeping a secret.”

“Not from Patrick.”

“Why didn’t I know this?”

“Oh, it only applies to me. Tom tells Pat nothing about his high jinx with you, Handlebar Girl.”

“Drat. Fine. There’s a machine in that plaza not far from my car.”

“You’ll do it?”

“I haven’t gotten a bunch of funny looks in a while. Carrying a female sex doll through the plaza to my car should fill my monthly quota in no time.”

When they got to the machine, Susan asked, “How long?”

“Just two months.”

“Who does two months? Sixteen hours, sure. Two days, probably most of venns that start on Friday. But two months?”

“I have another appointment on December tenth. Two months covers it just fine.”

“I guess.” As she hit the buttons to set it to two months Angela stepped over to one of the doors.

“Hey? Who does two months?” Said a man waiting behind them for his turn.

“It’s her idea. Not mine. What’s it to you?” Susan said.

“Weird, that’s all.”

“That’s what I said.”

*****

“I guess the current venn wasn’t just a month,” Pat said to Tom.

“All I know is Susan did the venn. She wouldn’t tell me the duration.”

“She must be aware you tell me everything.”

“Angela knows this?”

“True. Well, I have another couple months with a sex doll so I’m not complaining.”

“It could just be for two months,” Tom said.

“Who would do that?”

“No one. That makes it almost a certainty.”

“You’re always trying to find ulterior motives.”

“Aren’t you?”

“What was that appointment she had a month ago? Why two months after four and a half? Does she have an end goal?”

“It’s a good thing you found Susan. No other woman would tolerate you.”

“I’m well-aware of how lucky I am.”

They both drank from their open beer bottles.

“I think she’s just hiding from the world,” Pat said.

“Really?”

“A few months before the prior doll stint, she miscarried.”

“Oh, that’s awful. I’m terribly sorry for you two.”

“It’s okay. We had only started trying a few months before that.”

“Did you tell me already? I hope I didn’t forget.”

“I didn’t tell you. She didn’t even tell Susan and that has me worried now. Make sure you mention the miscarriage to Susan.”

“Are you sure Angela wouldn’t want to be the one to tell Susan.”

“She might. But, I’m asking you to. This way when Angie’s done with this venn Susan will know better than to venn her again.”

“You could just end the current venn.”

“I will if it turns out to be more than three months. But I can wait that long at least. For her sake.”

“And for the sex.”

“I was thinking about her feelings first, wasn’t I?”

“If you say so.”

“I don’t really know if it’s the right thing to do. But, it feels fine.”

*****

The scent of dinner hit his nose before he opened the front door. Pat shook his head in disgust: 55 days. Tom had predicted the venn would only last two months. Somehow.

He called out as he entered, “Who venns for two months?”

“Hi, Pat. Did you miss me?”

“I saw you everyday, Angie.”

“Did you miss talking to me?”

“I also talked to you every day.”

“Did you miss hearing my sweet voice?”

“What is with these ques--?” He entered the kitchen. “Angie?”

“I’m just glad to make di--”

“Woah!” He said, cutting her off. “Explain…”

“What? Do I look different?”

“Are you pregnant?”

She cupped her round belly with her arms. She nodded so fast her head looked like it would fly off. “Six or seven months now.”

“How?”

“I don’t know if it was a good idea. But people don’t get sick when they’re venned. And some people get better when they’re venned. I figured if I were venned, I wouldn’t miscarry.”

“That’s amazing.”

They kissed. Something in the kitchen was beeping.

“I gotta finish dinner.”

“Why didn’t you tell me your plan?”

“If you knew, you’d have been worried the last seven months. Thinking that whole time I was just a sex doll was probably much better for your mental health than being worried about our baby. I have an appointment on the tenth at two o’clock. I’m hoping you can come with me.”

“With Doctor Turling? Wild horses couldn’t keep me away,” he said. He stole one more kiss before she pulled away to prevent dinner from burning. “Are you worried there might have been side effects of being venned for so much of the pregnancy?”

“What if I had miscarried again? All pregnancies have risks.”

“I suppose.”

*****

Many years later…

At a frat house party, three of the brothers were talking.

“Do you know the sex doll chick’s name?” said brother one.

“Samantha? Yeah, she has one of her friends bring her to these frat parties as a doll every time we host one,” said brother two. “Carrie, I think. There she is. Carrie!”

“Not just our parties. I hear she goes to all the frat parties and some of the sorority parties handing out easy lays,” said brother three.

“You talking about my girl?” Carrie said. Her voice was angry, and a little drunk. “You think she’d appreciate being called an easy lay?”

“Damn! I’m not complaining. I’m just wondering why,” said brother one.

“I’m just messing with you,” Carrie said with a laugh. “She wouldn’t care about being called an easy lay. But, only when she’s a doll. You call her that when she’s human she’ll knee you in the junk. And she won’t miss even though I’ve just warned you.”

“You going to ask her out?” said brother three.

“How could I? There’s a Greek party every night,” brother one pointed out.

“She isn’t always a doll,” Carrie said. “What’s your name? I’ll tell her she has a stalker.”

“Greg. Are you venned? I assume you must venn her every day for these parties.”

“No, I haven’t venned since the semester started. Sam’s uncle is some kind of venn machine whisperer. It’s the damnedest thing. She’s got one of those thirty year venns.”

“No way.”

“She has a switch that can somehow change her from doll to human – well, mostly human – and back again.”

“Her uncle set her up to be a part time sex doll?”

“Tom is nearly as awesome as her Aunt Susan. Sam’s wanted to be a doll since she could say the word.”

“But she’s anatomically correct as a doll. Her uncle did that?” Greg said.

“He had to. Who do you think she practiced kneeing guys in the nuts with?”

They laughed. “You’re pulling our leg,” brother three said.

“Ask her yourself.”

“Since you know her so well, why a sex doll?”

“Anyone who asks her is told, ’Some people are just born liking certain things for no observable reason,’” Carrie said. “She still won’t give me any further details. And I’ve know her for ten years.”