Everyday Life, Transformed — 6
"Hngh...!"
Just as Master had ordered, I stepped out of the bathroom with nothing on under my skirt. Even on the walk back toward the office, the vibrating egg buried inside me kept pulsing in a steady, rhythmic beat, as persistent as a phone buzzing in a pocket.
"Nnhhh...!"
The toy was built so that it cupped over my clit as well, the protruding curve carrying every tremor straight to that swollen little bud. Thank god I was wearing a skirt—nothing showed. But if that skirt were ever to ride up...
"Haahn...!♥"
The thought alone sent a shiver through the hollows of my knees. And that very image, filthy as a scene from some amateur video, was what made the heat surge—my pussy growing slicker by the second. I felt as though the wetness between my thighs might start running down my legs and dripping onto the floor at any moment.
Fortunately, the hallway back to the office was empty. I forced myself forward one trembling step at a time, and at last I reached the door. I eased it open, walked slowly to my desk, and sat down.
Nnhhh!!♥
The instant I sat, the vibrating egg drove itself deeper. Lodged all the way against my cervix, it refused to stop, rattling through my insides like something possessed. I came within a breath of letting out a loud moan in the dead-quiet office.
I fumbled for my phone and sent Master a message.
The moment I sent that first message, the egg that had been thrashing against my cervix like a thing gone mad finally went still. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding.
So he is going to let me function at work after all...
The thought settled over me with a rush of relief.
After that brief little morning "training" session, I threw myself into my work—and before I knew it, lunchtime was creeping up.
"Hey, what's everyone doing for lunch?"
"Why don't you pick, Jian? Hehe."
Everyone had started debating what to eat, the usual midday shuffle of opinions and cravings, when—
Bzzzzzzzzzt!
Vrrrrrrrr!!
Haahn...!!♥
I swallowed the moan that nearly burst out of me, forcing it back down my throat.
"Huh? Whose phone was that just now? Sounded like someone got a call. Wasn't that vibration kinda loud?"
"Ah... th-that's my phone, haha... nnh...!♥"
"Wait, that was yours, Jian? What kind of phone do you even have? That vibration is huge, lol."
"It's a... little loud, yeah... haha... haahn♥"
Right there in front of my coworkers, the egg inside my pussy had started vibrating again. I was terrified they would figure it out. I tried to get words out one at a time, riding the pulses, but I couldn't stop the moans from trying to slip out between every sentence.
"Uh... Jian, you okay? Are you sick?"
"Nnh...♥ I'm fine... it's not that bad, my stomach's just... a little off.. haha.. haah... you guys go ahead... I won't eat today, haha... nnh..!!"
"Want me to grab you some medicine?"
"No!! Haahn...♥ I-I'm fine, haha... thanks..."
"Alright.. just rest, okay!"
"Enjoy your... nnh...♥ enjoy your lunch, everyone...!"
They were genuinely worried about me, but I was so afraid of being found out that all I could do was keep insisting I was fine. They drifted out in twos and threes, off to eat.
"Haahn... nnh...!♥"
The moment I was alone in the empty office, the tension broke, and the moans I had been holding in spilled out of my mouth on their own.
A message notification chimed.
He already knew. He had to—he'd been the one who turned the egg on remotely in the first place. Asking me about lunch anyway was just him being cruel, and he knew it.
The vibrating egg inside me kicked up harder.
"Haahn... nnhh...!!"
The intensity jumped; I could feel it. The part wrapped around my clit bore down even more fiercely, and my whole body started to tremble.
Another message chimed. I somehow kept a grip on myself long enough to grab the phone and look.
Almost in the same instant as the message, a video-call ringtone started blaring from my phone. I answered and checked the screen. Master's video was blocked out.
The office was empty, but I still slipped a wireless earbud into one ear—just in case anyone happened to overhear.
Connected. Master's camera is hidden.
"Show me your pussy."
"Haahhn...♥ Yes..."
I angled the phone camera up under my skirt. The knowledge that Master was inspecting my pussy remotely, watching me from wherever he was, made me even wetter.
"Look at that. Your pussy's so wet it's shining."
"Hngh..."
"Bet you're the only bitch in that whole company who showed up to work with her hole plugged by an egg."
"Ahn... I... y-you're right♥"
"Soaked through at the office. Chair's wet too by now, isn't it? Looking at you."
"N-no, it isn— haahhn!!♥"
Bzzzzzzzzzt!!!
The vibrating egg surged even harder.
"Hnghh...!♥ M-Master... it's too much... haahn♥"
The intensity dropped back down.
"Hngh... hah... hah...♥"
"I turn the vibe up one notch and you start leaking everywhere. You filthy toilet rag."
"Haahn....!"
Master tore into me in that low voice, cursing me out, stripping me down to nothing with every word. Hearing him degrade me like that only wound the heat tighter. And on top of it, I was here alone in an empty office, having phone sex with Master, masturbating at my own desk. The second that fact landed, my hands moved on instinct—one kneading my breast, pinching the nipple between my fingers before rolling it in slow, soft circles, while the other stroked the egg buried in my pussy and I started touching myself in earnest.
"Ahn... that's right... Master... I'm your personal meat toilet bitch...♥ nnh...♥"
"Admitting you're a meat toilet all on your own, huh? Pump that egg in your pussy like a dildo."
"Yeees... nnh...!♥"
Alone in the deserted office, I took hold of the short egg and began working it in and out of myself, slow piston strokes, the way I would a dildo. I propped the phone on the desk, adjusted the camera so it had a clean view, then spread my legs wide in front of it and let Master watch me masturbate like the cheap slut I was.
"Haahn...♡ nnh...♡ ahn♥"
Shame rolled through me, and with it the unmistakable sense that I really was nothing but a meat toilet. Pussy juice kept welling up inside me, soaking the egg until the wet, filthy squelch of it grew louder and louder; the slick had gone white and sticky, seeping from the folds of my pussy and trickling down toward my ass. The more vulgarly I touched myself in that empty office, the more my legs tensed on their own. I felt myself slipping into some kind of abyss. And it was that very feeling—the sense that I had truly become a cheap, filthy slut—that only aroused me more.
"Take the egg out and clean your pussy juice off it with your mouth-pussy."
"Nnh... yes..."
Even through the haze, I made myself glance around and check the time. Still no one. Still enough of a window. I pulled the egg—drenched in my own juices—out of my pussy.
"Nnhh... nnhhh...♥"
As the thick, vibrating bulb slid free, my pussy gaped open for a second, then closed again once the egg was all the way out. What came with it was glistening, coated in me.
"Hngh.. haah...♥"
I stared at the egg, slick and shining with pussy juice, breathing hard—then pushed it into my mouth to deal with the mess the way I'd been told, feeding it into my mouth-pussy.
"Mmph... slurp...!"
Right there on camera, with Master watching, I obscenely sucked the same egg that had just been inside me, still filthy with my own juices. A salty, sour taste spread over my tongue.
"You filthy slut. Look at you, sucking on the thing that was just in your cunt like it's the best thing you've ever tasted. Is it good? What do you think your coworkers would do with you if they knew you were this kind of filthy meat toilet?"
"Mmph... nngh...!"
"Watching you do this, I don't think there's any treating you like a person anymore. Don't you agree, meat toilet?"
"Mmph... yes..."
I worked every last smear of pussy juice off the egg with my mouth, then held it up to the camera.
"Master... I finished cleaning it..."
"Good girl. That's what suits a meat toilet like you."
"Haahn... thank you..."
"Don't put it back in until I tell you to."
"Yeees..."
"Lunch is almost over. I'm hanging up. Go wash the egg, stick it back in your pussy, sit down, and work. I'll contact you later."
"Yeees... Master... thank you..."
"The fact that you're thanking me for that just proves you're past the point of being treated like a human being."
"You're right... Master... I'm your personal meat toilet bitch..."
"Go to work. Oh, and."
"Yes??"
"Let's meet this weekend."
At those words, my heart leapt so hard I thought it might burst.
"Yes, Master...! I miss you so much!"
"You don't mean you want to get fucked until your pussy's raw and swollen?"
"Nnh... I do.. I want to see you, and I want to be used and degraded like a meat toilet."
"You're on the pill, so no need for a condom this time, right?"
"Yes... you don't have to use one...! I can't wait..."
"Now go to work."
"Yeees..."
Still bare under my skirt, I slipped the egg into my pocket and headed for the bathroom. At the sink I took it out, rinsed it clean, dried it with a paper towel, and tucked it back into my pocket before returning to the office.
I was wiping my juices off the chair and putting my desk back in order when my coworkers came in.
"Jian! We figured you'd be hungry, so we grabbed you something simple!"
"Oh! Thank you... you really didn't have to go to the trouble..."
"You can't skip meals! Eat this!"
"Thank you! I will!"
I ate the sandwich they'd brought me, then settled in and started on the afternoon's work.