It Suits Me: Chapter 20 (Patreon)

We parted from Sandra after eating and headed back to my room. “So what's the agenda for the evening?” I said.

“Paragraph 16, subsection 2. It's on page 2.”

“That's rather specific. I'll look when we get there. But first...” I stopped. A guy was rushing toward us. It was one of my KXE spies. Maya was in the bodysuit but I could not remember who he was. Bill Something. I led Jessica off the path and Maya met us behind a stand of bushes, out of sight of the main campus.

“Barry, I've been looking for you,” The ‘guy’ said. “We found Diana. She is still a mannequin and she's in a shop a few miles from campus. I'm going to go see if I can rescue her.”

I shook my head. “What about Sophia and Roxie? Where are they?”

“We don't know yet.”

“Then leave Diana where she is for now. She wanted to be turned into a mannequin in a window anyway.”

“She did?” Maya said.

“She did. Until we know where they all are, we don't want Gerald finding out we found one of them and then making it harder for us to find the others.”

“Oh,” Maya said. “Okay. I'll tell the others. Take care.”

She left.

“That's some progress,” Jessica said.

“It feels like a trap.”

“You're getting paranoid.”

“I think I passed paranoid when I got turned into a doll.”

“Let's go to your room,” she said.

“You want to go to my room.”

“I'm changing the subject.”

“Oh. Okay, so why did you finally decide to be my doll?”

“It's in the manifesto. Take the time to read it closely.”

As soon as we reached my room, I said, “You can't move or speak unless I tell you to.” She locked in place. I sat on my bed and read the papers. It was a bit surprising how much these fantasies aligned with Amy's thoughts. “So when you were talking to Amy earlier, were you comparing notes?” I said. When she didn’t respond, I added, “You may speak.”

“I had to find out from her what being a robot felt like. I can't wait to try it.”

“I still say this is an abrupt turn around. Are you sure Maria didn't get into your head.”

“Sandra already told you I came to campus with this partially written.”

“But, page three is full of ways you would help your 'owner' create a harem.”

“Yes.”

“A harem? I distinctly recall you being surprised I was not forming a harem. Was that your way of encouraging me to do so.”

She did not reply immediately and because she could not move I could not read her. “I was still in denial.”

“Denial?”

“If I give in, no, submit to these feelings, I would lose a lot. As a fantasy, you don't have to think about that. But, would I ever see my family again if I were your love bot? Would I bother earning my degree and having a professional life? How would having children work? Not that I want children any time soon, but could a love bot also be a mother? In the fantasy, these questions don't matter. But, you make the reality possible and thus these questions matter. They matter a lot.”

“I wouldn't keep you from your family. You can move as you wish.”

She hugged me. “I know you wouldn't want to. What if I just never told you about their birthday parties, their wedding anniversaries? What if I told you no one was hosting a Thanksgiving party? I could easily drift apart from my family. Likewise, there would always be time later for starting a family. And that assumes we remain together.”

“Let's not get ahead ourselves.”

“That's the thing. If I become your sex toy now, and I don't graduate, I'm stuck. My life trajectory moves away from becoming a lawyer. If we broke up after that, not only are my dreams of being a lawyer lost, but my fantasies of being a sex toy are also lost.”

“I still can't get over the idea that you of all people fantasize about being a sex toy.”

“Paragraph 16, subsection 2.”

“Yeah, yeah, page 2. I couldn't believe that either.”

“Do it.”

“That will make it harder for us to converse.”

“This conversation is depressing me,” she said. “I'd rather be a thing until morning. A used thing.”

“You're sure?”

The look she gave me was a mixture of anxiety and desire.

“Fine, um,” I said picking up the papers. “Turn into, and I quote, 'The Perfect Handheld Sextoy.'”

Jessica’s body immediately shrank down to about a foot long, four inch diameter cylinder. As she shrank her skin color changed to a shiny chrome metallic substance. The ends of the cylinder had caps or lids that could be twisted off. The sides of the cylinder were not curved. The cylinder was actually a twelve-sided shape, each side bowed slightly inward. When it seemed like the change was complete, I picked up the device and twisted off one of the caps. As the threads came free of the tube, I could see there was a penis shaped shaft attached to the inside of the lid pushing into a fleshy mound just below the lip of the cylinder. The mound was a pussy. The shaft attached to the cap was a living, throbbing penis.

I ran my finger along the labia of the pussy and it quivered at my touch. I put the cap back on. It felt weird literally screwing a penis into a pussy. I flipped the cylinder around and twisted off the cap on the other end. Again, a penis shaped shaft was pulled out of a fleshy surface, though this surface was a mouth. Once the penis was free of the mouth, Jessica moaned and said, “You’re going to use me, right?”

“Can you see? Can you hear me?”

“Can’t see. Can only barely hear you. Want to taste you.”

I did not need a lot of encouragement. My cock pushed into her mouth. The shape of the cylinder made it easy to hold on to. A few minutes later I came. I saw no reason to warn her. When I slid out of her mouth, she said, “That was fantastic. Other end, please.”

“Can you feel this?” I grabbed the cap and fondled the four inch penis sticking out of it.

“Oh, yes.”

“Can it cum?”

“One way to find out.”

I jerked off the cap’ penis and she moaned and groaned with each stroke until she said, “I’m close.”

I put the tip of the cap’s penis against her lips and she started sucking on it. I pushed it into her mouth and twisted it closed. Was she fellating herself constantly in this form?

I twisted off the cap where her pussy was and I fucked the toy. I was positive she orgasmed several times before I came. When I finished, I put the cap back in place and set her down on the desk.

As fun as this was, it was not solving the bigger problem.

I went out again. I was searching for some of my troops but none of them were about. I finally saw Gene Lapinski leaving a classroom. He walked right past me without acknowledging me. Buffy was in his skinsuit. Or she was supposed to be. I trailed him for a while and eventually got the jump on him in an alley between buildings. With a kiss he deflated. Buffy was not wearing the suit. What had happened to her?

I stripped and put on the suit. As it snapped into place I searched Gene’s memory while I got dressed.. As Buffy had returned to the frat house, someone behind her had opened the skin suit. The next thing Gene knew, Gerald was asking him when he got jumped. Gerald told him that they had discovered two other impostors trying to get into the frat house.

This was not good. Gene asked some questions and Gerald mostly replied that everything was on a need to know basis from here on out. He also said everyone should travel in pairs. Why had Gene been traveling alone? Oh, he was going to see his girlfriend. He looked at Gene’s phone. He was late for the rendezvous. I stepped out of the alley right into her arms: Tina Wolfram.

“You’re late,” she said. She was hot. Gene was greatly attracted to her and I was distracted by his desire.

“Sorry. I was being cautious with all the stuff going on.”

“I don’t care about your frat stuff. Come with me.”

She led me by the hand to her dorm room and as soon as the door to her bedroom was closed she kiss me. It was a wonderful kiss, but something was off. I had leaned down to kiss her but now I was looking up at her. Her face receded from my view as I shrank in size.

Before I could react her giant hands fished me out of the clothes I was swimming in. She picked me up with ease and tossed me onto her bed. “You are so cute like this.” She started taking off her clothes.

I landed like a ragdoll on the bed and rolled twice before coming to a stop. I could not have been more than eight or nine inches tall. I had an erection. Gene loved giant women and dopamine was pumping through my tiny body. She picked me up and rolled into bed putting me down between her boobs. She pushed them together and I was locked in place. “I missed you,” her voice boomed in my ears.

“I missed you too,” I said.

“I love when you think I can hear your tiny voice,” she said. She released her boobs and grabbed me again. She laid her head back, looking at the ceiling. She laid me down over her mouth and started breathing in through her mouth. The suction held me firmly against her face. My tiny dick pinched between her lips. I could not get up and the way my body reacted I did not want to get up.

I could hear her fingering herself. From my point of view the sounds were coming from like fifteen feet away. She picked me up by the arms and said “Remember to keep your legs together, your knees slightly bent, and to point your feet down.” She pushed me into her mouth, covering me with her saliva.

She pulled me out and swung me rapidly toward her crotch. She guided my legs toward her vagina and pushed me inside. She was well lubed. I glided in.

“Keep your back straight,” she chided me.

Her hand gripped my arms and her pinky was looped around my neck. She pushed me right up to where her pinky was stopped by her labia. Then she pulled out and repeated. It was a little uncomfortable at first. But, once I was able keep my back straight it felt good. As the muscles inside her squeezed me there was a lot of friction when she pulled me out. I may have came. There was no way to tell with all the other liquids covering my body. Eventually my body was bombarded by all the muscles inside her tensing at once. I thought my ribcage was going to implode. She let out an ear-rending cry of pleasure and then her hand dropped away from my arms. After a few more hard squeezes from within her, the room grew quiet.

I was stuck. My arms were awkwardly twisted and I could not use them to lift myself out of her. I think I fell asleep as well.

I woke up in motion. The room was dark. I was in her hand. She moved me through the air and then dropped me. Her hand was not over the bed and I dropped to the floor. No, not the floor. The surface beneath me was plastic. “Hello?” I called out and my voice echoed off of walls that could not be far from me. I got up and walked only a few feet – inches really – before encountering a smooth plastic wall. I traced my way around it and found out it was circular and taller than I could reach. I was in an empty wastepaper basket.

I felt the floor tremble as footsteps moved away from the basket. I saw a light cascade above me and then a door closed cutting off the light. While there had been light, I had seen the side of her bed above the top of the basket as well as the underside of her desk.

I searched Gene’s thoughts and this was his favorite part of sex with Tina. She would leave him in the basket overnight while she slept. The light reappeared briefly before it was switched off. The heavy footfalls approached and I caught a glimpse of Tina as she got back into bed and fell asleep.

I had been curious if other people on campus had powers. Now, I could be positive it was not just me, Maria, and Gerald. Fat lot of good that did me. I was naked, covered in pussy juice, and trapped in a wastepaper basket.

I spent a few worthless moments trying to climb out of the basket. Being wet and naked and the basket wall being featureless plastic made it impossible. I tried running into the wall to try to tip the basket over. There was not enough room to get enough speed, not even when I tried drop kicking the basket wall.

There was not even a piece of paper to use as a blanket as I curled up in a ball and fell asleep.