The Senior Who Became a Dakimakura

I'd had my cock buried in the mouth of the doll I'd shoved underwater, thighs clamped around her head, squeezing it for twenty minutes straight.

That was when the senior's inner voice reached me.

Nngh...... m-my head's getting crushed...... b-but being handled like some kind of tool might actually f-feel good......

Listening to that inner voice, I worked my thighs and started grinding her head between them.

Eheh...... mmph, mmgh!

The grinding of my thighs sent the senior's head — cock still stuffed in her mouth — rocking from side to side. I was, in effect, giving myself a blowjob, using my thighs to rub the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠doll's head exactly as the situation allowed. Twenty minutes of sitting still would have been boring, after all. Sometimes I grabbed that fan of hair floating up through the water and shook her head around. Sometimes I just kept grinding her between my thighs like this, forcing her to service my cock. Either way, I was enjoying a rather fulfilling bath.

Alright. Time to get out, maybe?

Normally I only soaked for about ten minutes, but playing with the senior had been so much fun I'd ended up staying in for twenty. It was time to climb out of the tub if I wanted to get to the next request.

I grabbed the senior's hair where it had fanned out through the water and hauled her up.

Pop!

Mmph—haaah! My cock!

......? Why was she calling it her cock? It was mine.

I wrapped my arms around the doll's slender waist and slowly stood. Whoosh! Lifting her out in a reversed embrace sent that silk-like silver hair cascading down, soaked and hanging like seaweed. Still holding her that way, I stepped out of the tub, left the bathroom, and headed for the living room — next request waiting.

I gave the senior's body a rough once-over with a towel, changed clothes, and made for the box.

The next request should be......

The last request was a peculiar one. I'd never done anything like it before.

I rummaged through the box, pushing aside the packing material, and found something laid out along the bottom. I grabbed it and pulled.

Rustle—

What had been sitting on the floor of the box was a rectangular white pillow, about a hundred and fifty centimeters long. A dakimakura, as they were commonly called. Printed on it was a girl with enormous blue eyes and silk-like silver hair — a face I knew well. It was the exact same face as the doll currently sprawled ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠across my floor. The expression, however, was another matter entirely.

The doll printed on that pillow wore a look so vulgar you could never have imagined it belonged to the same figure that always smiled with such serene composure. Hearts had been drawn into those blue eyes. Her mouth hung wide open, tongue lolling out. Both hands were thrown up overhead, fingers split into a V-sign. It was the polar opposite of the demure, gentle smile the doll always wore — she looked for all the world like a degenerate masochist steeped in her own pleasure.

How the hell did she even get this made?

I couldn't help wondering where she'd gotten a pillow like this. Was there a shop that took commissions for this kind of thing?

Anyway.

So I'm supposed to......

My gaze drifted to the doll still sprawled on the floor. The senior lay there quietly, still playing the part of a lifeless doll, and what she wanted was to climb inside this pillow and become a dakimakura.

Is this that human-furniture thing?

Unlike the others, Request Number Five had been written out in unusual detail. Probably because it was something I'd never tried before. And one of those details was, first of all, to put the doll inside this pillow.

I unzipped the pillow to grant that first request and approached the doll.

Hmm......

I'd meant to just stuff her in, but the filling inside the pillow was in the way. The senior had apparently seen this coming, though — the request spelled out exactly how to get the doll inside. I picked the paper back up and looked over the contents.

So, take out all the stuffing from the pillow...... wait, huh?

Tear off some of the stuffing and pack it into the doll's pussy?

Why would she even ask for that? Her fetishes really were something else.

Following the senior's instructions, I pulled all the stuffing out of the pillow. Then I tore off a clump, rolled it together, spread the doll's pussy, and shoved the stuffing in with my fingers.

Haaah...... i-it feels good, but it's getting a little hard to breathe.

Well, of course. I'd packed her pussy full of stuffing, so breathing was going to be a bit of a problem. She had probably requested this because she wanted breath play — and if she wanted it and it satisfied her, that was fine by me.

I kept at it until her pussy was packed to a level I figured she'd be happy with. In the end, the stuffing crammed inside stretched her pussy into a round gape, the filling plainly visible within. She had to be close to completely smothered by now. The clitoris wasn't blocked, though, so she'd still be able to breathe.

I took a moment to admire the sight, then slid her into the pillow cover and started packing the leftover stuffing back in around her. I tore the filling into smaller bits as I went, working it into every gap so it would spread evenly.

Hah...... that should do it?

Once every last bit of stuffing was in, I looked for a second at the doll buried in cotton inside the cover, then zipped it shut.

Ziiip—

With the zipper closed, I finally had a dakimakura that didn't look all that different from before. Except, of course, for the doll inside it.

I stood there looking at it, and a thought occurred to me.

Is she going to be okay?

The senior was already wearing a rubber doll suit, and now she'd climbed into a pillow on top of that to become a dakimakura. Her only breathing hole — the clitoris — was surrounded by stuffing, so drawing breath had to be seriously difficult. I knew this kind of crushing, high-pressure restraint was her taste, and she was known as one of the highest-ranking Awakened out there, so I wasn't truly worried. Still, I couldn't help wondering what she was thinking in there.

So I listened in on her current inner voice.

Cock cock cock.

Nothing but the word "cock," over and over.

Yeah. That tracked.

I scooped her up and headed for the bed in the master bedroom. Time to carry out the fifth and final request.

I carried the dakimakura with the senior inside it into the bedroom, tossed it onto the bed without much ceremony, and took off my pants.

The senior's last request was simple. Sleep through the night hugging the dakimakura with the doll inside. With my cock in the doll's mouth, of course.

Alright then......

I started by examining the mouth of the doll printed on the pillow. There she was, wearing that vulgar expression, mouth stretched wide and tongue hanging out. Looking closely at the edge of those printed lips, I could confirm a hole had been opened there — a hole large enough for my erect cock to fit through without any trouble.

Found the entrance.

Next I had to find the senior's actual mouth inside the pillow. I started pressing down on the area where I figured her face would be, searching. First I felt the doll's eyes, something hard beneath the fabric. Then the doll's pert nose. And finally, I found her mouth.

Lined up perfectly.

Luck was on my side — the mouth printed on the pillow cover and the senior's mouth inside lined up exactly. No need to adjust the position of her head. I could just put it in.

I pushed my cock straight through the hole in the pillow.

Rustle—

The stuffing inside the cover caught on my cock, tickling along the shaft. I gripped the part of the pillow where I figured her head was, shook it with my arm, and used my cock to plow through the cotton. Digging in like that, I felt myself make contact with what had to be the doll's lips.

It's here! My cock!

Hearing the senior's inner voice, I was sure of it — my cockhead had touched the doll's lips. I pressed in, shoving my cock into the senior's mouth.

Ghk!

With my cock in the doll's mouth, I rolled onto my side and locked my legs around the pillow, pulling it in tight.

Ghk! Mmph!

Same as in the bathroom — we'd ended up in a sixty-nine. I closed my eyes like that, using the senior's pained little noises as a lullaby, and got ready to drift off in comfort. Falling asleep just like this was her final request for the night.

About thirty minutes had passed when the senior's inner voice reached me again.

I-is he asleep?

Not yet, actually.

Honestly, how was I supposed to fall asleep that easily? I had my cock buried in the mouth of a senior who'd turned ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠herself into a dakimakura. I was too worked up for sleep to come. I'd been lying still like this for thirty minutes, though, so she must have assumed I was out.

Th-then.

It happened all at once. A careful little lick—

Ngh!

The senior's tongue began to move, cautiously lapping at my cockhead. Her mouth was sheathed in rubber at the moment, so it felt like being serviced through a condom — but that sensation had a stimulation all its own.

You've got to be kidding me.

It wasn't like she'd set out to get caught, but had she asked me to sleep with my cock in her mouth just so she could do this?

Nngh!

Regardless of what I thought, the senior's assault kept going. The tongue that had started with light licks across the head now took aim at my slit. She probed it relentlessly with the tip of her tongue, licking it open, then slipped that narrow end inside and flicked it, tormenting my cock with stubborn, greedy little laps. Somewhere along the way, the tables had turned.

Slurp— slurp— mmph...... I wonder what Jihunie's cock tastes like? I'm so curious.

Kh!

Convinced I was asleep, the senior kept tormenting my cock. I couldn't let on that I was awake. If she realized I was up, this whole situation would go to hell. But that relentless teasing finally broke me, and my body gave a hard, involuntary shudder.

"Nngh!"

Hah!?

Shit. Did she notice?

D-don't tell me......

Yeah. She'd noticed. But there was a way to ride this out. All I had to do was go right back to pretending I was asleep.

"......"

Ah, h-he's asleep. Thank goodness......

Judging by her reaction, I'd gotten away with it. The second I did, though, she went right back to licking my cock with that same stubborn focus, tormenting it all over again. I'd played dumb so thoroughly that her sense of danger had apparently evaporated. I needed to flip this back somehow.

Putting on a show of tossing in my sleep, I shifted my body while still hugging the pillow.

Mmh? W-wait, Jihunie!

Shifting around with the pillow in my arms put me in a position like I was hugging it underneath me. The pillow was crushed under my weight, and of course my cock drove that much deeper into the senior's mouth.

Ghk! Guhk! Guuuuhhh!

See? That's what you get for starting something.

Figuring I'd dish out a little punishment, I stayed like that for about fifteen minutes. When a voice that sounded like she'd hit her limit came back to me, I wrapped myself around her again and rolled over.