Good Toy
Added 2017-07-18 01:40:02 +0000 UTCIt started small. A few minutes in the toysuit. Being squeezed from all sides, mouth and rear filled by the suit's material. Your crotch in a tight bulge throbbing teasingly. And then it was over, all too soon.
Next you tried an hour. It felt even better, and you had time to dig out some toys to try on yourself. But you needed more. You needed someone to use you, to control you, to own you.
24 hours. You made your way to a club, rubbery paws holding the steering wheel awkwardly. You hadn't even thought about the entrance fee, but they let you in for free. Eager hands played over your rubbery shell, squeezing and groping.
The suit's time ended sometime in the night, and you woke up to it clinging loosely around you. You removed it and tried to set it again for longer. A week this time. But the suit wouldn't let you. Some kind of safety lock prevented you from setting it for longer than a day. You frowned, but put on the suit again.
One of the guys from the club entered the room, smiling at your form on the bed. In his hand, a collar.
"You want longer?"
The sight of his junk stirred a fuzzy memory from the night before, feeling it throbbing inside you, pushing against that need inside you. A need you could already feel growing beyond something you could ignore.
He grinned, reaching out to clamp the collar around your neck.
"Good toy."
