Figure Senior
No way. Senior was actually inside this onahole.
That explained why the thing itself was as thick as my forearm — enormous, even by onahole standards.
I examined the holes. The one on the bottom was definitely Senior's pussy, which meant the one on top...
I slipped a finger into the tiny, pinprick hole on the upper side.
Ghk♡! Ughk♡! C-can't breathe!!
So the top hole really was Senior's mouth. Shrunk down this small, even a single finger would be more than she could take. One finger alone would plug her entire throat — and earlier, without a second thought, I'd shoved my cock, which was bigger than a finger, into that mouth-hole and shaken it around.
Just remembering it made my face burn.
"Haah..."
I'd thought I understood Senior's fetish to some degree, but this was beyond anything I'd imagined. I never thought she'd actually become an onahole.
And looking at her like that, I couldn't hold back anymore. I shoved my cock back into Senior's pussy.
Hnguuuup♡!!! Aghup♡!! Mmphmph♡!!
I gripped the onahole tight and started rocking it slowly.
Aguuup!!♡! Hnguuup♡!!
She trembled violently. With her sensitivity cranked to twenty times normal, having both her mouth-hole and pussy stirred up was more than even Senior could take.
Still thrusting, I pressed a button on the remote and switched off the hardening function.
Wiggle. Wiggle.
With my cock pinning the bottom and my finger pinning the top, the middle of the onahole spun around like a hula hoop. It looked like she was thrashing, trying to escape.
And then, a moment later—
Twitch. Twitch twitch.
Hnguuuuuup!!
Senior couldn't hold out. She'd clearly just come. The onahole, which had been bucking wildly, was now twitching and trembling — that was how I knew she'd climaxed.
Of course, even after Senior came, I didn't stop fucking the onahole. More precisely, I couldn't stop. The moment I realized this onahole was Senior, any semblance of rational thought had gone out the window.
Hgup♡! Mmph♡! Hwaaaa!! S-stoop♡!!
I knew her cries couldn't possibly reach me, but Senior — driven mad by the pleasure flooding her body — kept screaming at me to stop inside her head.
Hnnngh♡!! Hwaaaahn♡!!
Then Senior's second orgasm hit. It came faster than I'd expected, which meant her body was even more sensitive than I'd imagined. I wondered how many times she'd come, but I decided to just focus on shaking her.
After about an hour of fucking, the onahole went slack.
......
No inner voice reached me. Senior had passed out. There had been moments earlier when I couldn't hear her thoughts, and it seemed she'd been blacking out each time.
Whenever that happened, I'd grab the onahole and shake it hard again.
Hngghh!!
And Senior would snap back to consciousness, writhing against the stimulation.
Wiggle, wiggle.
St... stooop... I-I'm at my limit...
Her voice came through slurred, like her tongue had gone slack. Even Senior had truly reached her limit.
Alright. Maybe I should stop here.
I lifted the onahole and pulled my cock out.
Pop—
Cum oozed out in a thick, wet trickle, and the onahole twitched once more. I immediately pressed the remote and turned off the twenty-times sensitivity.
Then Senior's inner voice reached me.
Haaah! Haaah! Hnnn... w-what do I do? I-I can't take any more...
As she thought that, the onahole started trembling. It didn't feel like she was shaking from stimulation. It felt like she was shaking from fear. She really was at her limit.
Watching Senior tremble because she was scared of getting fucked again was so cute I wanted to tease her more — but she'd said she was at her limit, so I decided to hold back.
Teasing her a little, though. That should be fine.
"Alright, then. Shall I put it back in?"
!? N-nooo! S-stop it!
Wiggle! Wiggle!
The doll started thrashing.
Ah, r-right!
It seemed Senior had just had a bright idea.
I-I'll move like this to show him I'm inside!
In other words, she wanted to stop getting fucked, so she was trying to make it obvious that she was in there. Having made up her mind, Senior kept wriggling her body.
Wiggle! Wiggle!
Watching her try so hard, I smirked and decided to play along.
"Huh? Why is it moving? I just turned the button off."
I-it worked!
"That's weird."
As I said that, I smirked and pressed the twenty-times sensitivity button again.
Beep.
Hyeek♡!!
The onahole started twitching and trembling. I pressed the button again and turned it off. Even so, Senior kept moving her body, desperately trying to make me notice.
Alright. I'd had my fun. Time to get Senior out of the onahole.
Hmm...
But how was I supposed to get her out?
I examined the onahole first. This thing was a suit too, so there had to be some kind of gap for Senior to climb in through. I felt around, searching for an opening.
Ah, maybe that's it?
The gap was easy to find. There was a tiny slit about an inch long on the side of the onahole. I slipped a finger into it and pulled it open. It was elastic silicone, so it stretched more easily than I'd expected.
Once I had the gap open, I started acting again.
"Huh? What's this?"
Inside the gap, I could see a doll. A doll lying perfectly nestled in a groove inside the onahole — armless, legless, her head tilted upward.
"Whoa... wait. No way..."
I'd gotten pretty good at putting on a show for Senior's sake. I grabbed her and pulled her out of the onahole.
Hngh!
The gap was a bit small, so her head snagged on the way out, but otherwise I pulled her free without any trouble.
Haaah! Haaah! Ha... I-I made it.
Senior was gasping for breath, not even caring that I was watching. Her belly was heaving like she was actually breathing. This session must have been really hard on her.
More importantly...
An armless, legless doll. She was about half the size of my forearm. If she'd had legs, she would've been about as long as my forearm.
How should I put this... I'd seen this kind of onahole before. An onahole doll, I guess? She looked exactly like one.
Hehe, y-you look pretty shocked, huh?
I was a little shocked, yeah. I hadn't expected Senior to be this small. I'd only heard about it from the shopkeeper. Seeing it in person was something else.
Hup! Hup!
Flail— flail—
And Senior, without a hint of hesitation, started thrashing in my grip, making her presence known as much as she possibly could. Like she was trying to tell me that what I was thinking was right. It's me! Me! I'm a doll! — that's what it looked like she was saying.
"Whoa..."
On the other hand, I wasn't acting anymore. I was genuinely amazed. How could a person's body get this small?
Squish. Squish.
I gave Senior a gentle squeeze. The texture was bizarre, too. It didn't feel like I was touching a person. It felt like I was holding an actual rubber doll.
Haahn! Th-that's still sensitive...
The doll started twitching in my grip. That snapped me out of it. I decided to keep playing along and asked the doll a question.
"Are you a doll?"
The doll nodded.
"How'd you get this small?"
At that, she whipped her head around, searching for something. With no hands, communication was going to be a pain. I figured out what she was looking for and spoke up.
"This remote, maybe?"
She nodded furiously, confirming that the remote was exactly what she'd been looking for.
"There are a lot of buttons on here. If I press one of them, do you go back to normal size?"
She nodded hard.
"Yeah? So which one do I press?"
There were six buttons in total. Two of them were labeled 1 and 2, and the rest were color-coded.
"Do I press the red one?"
The doll shook her head.
"The blue one, then?"
She nodded hard, confirming I was right. I pressed the blue button.
The instant I did, the doll's body started swelling up.
"Whoa there."
She grew too big to hold in one hand. I sat her on my lap and wrapped one arm around her.
Ah, finally!
Apparently delighted to be back, the doll buried her face in my chest and nuzzled her head back and forth, acting all cute. I set the remote down on the sofa, supported her back with both arms, and looked her in the face.
"Uh... you're not uncomfortable?"
She nodded.
"More importantly... you don't have arms or legs."
She nodded again.
The doll nodded at my words. Or rather, nodding was all she could do. Without arms, she couldn't communicate. That seemed to bother Senior, too.
I can't even have a conversation without arms... Ugh, I really didn't think this through. I was originally planning to just stay as an onahole the whole time.
Hmm... if she'd stayed as an onahole the whole time, I think she might've actually lost it. Good thing I can hear her inner voice.
Hmm... ah! Right! With that, I should be able to talk even without hands...
What's "that"?
I had no way of knowing what Senior was thinking of, though. From what I'd figured out about my ability, I could hear the voice of someone talking to themselves — I couldn't actually see their thoughts.
Alright, let's try that tomorrow!
"......?"
I was just left wondering what this "that" of Senior's was supposed to be.