I'm Full
Living with the plug in was nothing short of miserable. The foreign pressure and constant stimulation had nothing to do with how I moved — even sitting still, it dragged my attention straight down there.
It was the kind of sensation that pulled little whimpers out of me on its own, and the fatigue was considerable.
Any posture at all delivered some kind of jolt, but the real problem was that it got worse whenever I had to go out and sit with Mom around. If I fidgeted or twisted my hips, it felt like the inside of my guts were being ground together, and my face would twitch right along with it.
Was it even okay to live like this? It genuinely felt like my ass was going to split open.
Even after taking it out, the residual sensation lingered and kept nagging at me. Keep wearing it, and I was pretty sure my whole life would start falling apart.
It felt like my brain would melt first. This had already gone past just having sex — it was invading everyday life.
I could accept enjoying something like this under special circumstances. But this…
"Oh, honey. Me? I'm home~"
Mom turned down the TV volume and answered the call in that warm, affectionate voice of hers.
I didn't need to hear the other end to know it was Dad.
She asked how he was, told him where she was, then hung up with a little laugh.
Something uneasy tugged at me, so I edged a little closer to where she was sitting.
With so many things already competing for my attention, I found myself ranking them by priority without thinking.
"…What did he say?"
"Ah, Dad says he's almost here. Thought we might go out for a family dinner for once… Any place sound good to you?"
"I'd just… like steak, I guess…"
"Alright, then. We'll do that. Can you go ask if Hamin's okay with it too?"
"Yes, ma'am."
I strode off toward my room.
Song Haneul was inside, fiddling with his phone and snickering to himself.
"Huh? What is it?"
"They're asking if steak's okay for dinner."
"You?"
"I was the one who suggested it."
"…Mm, well. Steak's fine. But why all of a sudden?"
"Dad's coming home."
Song Haneul listened, then tipped his head slightly to one side. He even blinked a few times, like he wasn't sure he'd heard right.
That casual reaction made me narrow my eyes at him.
I didn't want to talk about this with the door wide open, but shutting it would look suspicious too. There was no good reason to close the door just to ask about steak, so I wanted to avoid raising any red flags.
"For real?"
"For real."
"Oh…"
"So what are you gonna do?"
"I'm fine with it."
"That's not what I'm asking."
Without a word, I pointed at my lower belly and mouthed the word plug.
The idea of facing Dad with that thing still jammed in my ass made my face twist in pure revulsion. I furrowed my brow and shook my head hard.
Song Haneul just shrugged.
"Mom's out in the living room. Want to take it out in the bathroom?"
I hesitated at the whispered suggestion.
"What's the big deal about taking it out myself?"
"Go ahead and try, then."
Going into the bathroom alone, taking it out, and coming back out shouldn't have been that strange.
Besides, with Dad coming home and dinner plans already set, I even had a decent excuse to wash up.
I clicked my tongue and stepped back out.
"Mom, I'm gonna go wash up real quick, then."
"Hm? Wash up?"
"You said we were going out."
"Oh, right. Yeah, okay."
Mom turned her attention back to the TV.
I grabbed a change of clothes and snuck a glance around. There was absolutely no reason to be this paranoid just for walking into the bathroom — and yet.
The second I was inside, I locked the door. Stripping didn't even register as anything anymore. The real problem was this taste and hobby that had clearly crossed a line. The plug still lodged in my ass was impossible to ignore.
Whether anyone could see it or not wasn't the issue.
"Nngh…"
I turned on the water so no sound would leak out.
I crouched on the floor and stretched my arm back, but my ass clenched up on instinct and made the whole thing nearly impossible.
Looking at the thing by itself, there seemed to be plenty of places to grip. Once it was actually inside me, though, it had swallowed the entire handle, and all I could do was scrape uselessly at the surface.
I broke out in a cold sweat, still not fully understanding why I even had to be wearing this. The water kept running longer and longer, and every second of it made my insides burn with impatience.
"Ah, uh…"
It's not coming out…?
Was it the angle? Or the way I was tensing my stomach?
No matter how hard I tried, it showed zero intention of budging. I couldn't find a single position that would let me pull it free with my own hands, and irritation started boiling up.
"Haneul, is it taking long? Dad's almost here."
"I-I'll be right out!"
I was going to lose my mind. For real.
All I'd managed to do since walking into this bathroom was poke at the tip with my fingertips.
I clenched my fist, stood up, and — if only to look like I'd actually washed — dunked my head under the spray.
The water poured down like rain and cooled my head a little.
I pushed my damp hair back and stared hard at myself in the mirror.
"I'm going crazy."
I muttered it under my breath and grabbed a towel.
I was going to have to figure out how to get this thing out.
"Dad, you're home?"
I came out after washing and faced him with my hair still wet.
I dipped my head in a little bow and lifted the corners of my mouth, and I caught the faint smile that answered it. He was usually so stiff, but he always managed a smile for "Song Haneul."
Even when a son and daughter were the same age, maybe it was just inevitable that a father's heart leaned a little more toward his daughter.
I hadn't exactly been warm with him either, so it wasn't like I felt jealous or anything.
It was just… the pressure of knowing I couldn't pull off the coquettish little acts and cute performances Song Haneul had always put on for him — the ones that smile was answering.
Suddenly putting distance between us here would only feel weird, too.
"I'm just gonna change real quick and come back out."
"Why? Are we going somewhere?"
Dad's eyes went wide.
Mom, standing right beside him, pointed at Song Haneul and me as we came out together and filled him in.
"It's been a while since all four of us were home. We thought we'd go out for a meal."
"Ah, right now?"
"It's the perfect time for dinner, isn't it?"
"Mm, I did get in a little late."
Dad gave an awkward laugh and ducked into his room.
Even while I was changing clothes, the sensation in my ass kept twisting my mouth into a grimace.
No matter how I turned it over, I couldn't convince myself I could get it out alone. Asking Song Haneul was the only option that came to mind.
Living with Mom while our bodies were swapped had somehow become manageable. Having Dad around on top of that was a whole different problem.
If things kept going like this, I really felt like I was going to suffocate — my chest tightened even more at the thought.
It was either the back or the mouth, wasn't it…?
I really, truly didn't want to do either, but if I had to pick the faster option, it was the mouth.
The fact that I was standing here thinking about this at all made me feel like an idiot.
I still didn't fully understand why I had to be agonizing over any of this just to get my own body back.
I knew, on a simple level, that it was because Song Haneul currently held the upper hand over me — that was why I was in this mess.
"Nngh."
The fact that I was going to have to go out with this thing still in was deeply, deeply uncomfortable.
While Mom and Dad were briefly in their room, I glanced around, calculating. The thought crossed my mind that maybe I could yank the plug out in that short window — but I had no confidence I could clean up all the gel packed inside, so I hesitated and froze.
I kept second-guessing myself before I could even float the idea, and before I knew it we were heading out.
"Did you take it out?"
Song Haneul asked it quietly, under his breath, while the two of us were walking close together.
It was a voice only I could hear, and barely a few syllables long, but I knew exactly what he meant.
"No."
I stared straight ahead with a sullen look.
He'd known and still told me to do it myself, hadn't he. Not that there'd been any other choice — I had to take it out alone from the start.
Even if Mom had been in the master bedroom, the image of a brother and sister going into the bathroom together would have looked wrong. If we'd gotten caught, suspicion would have hardened into certainty, and the whole house would have flipped upside down that same day.
A little snort of laughter almost made me turn my head.
I locked every muscle in my neck and bit down hard on my lip.
Walking around outside with this thing still in me… I genuinely felt like I'd become a full-blown pervert.
Every step made my posture feel off, which made me hyper-aware of every glance around me. Even the ordinary brush of fabric set my nerves on edge and made me flinch for no reason. When we got to the restaurant and sat down, I kept shifting my hips, hunting for the least miserable angle.
After finally settling in with a few strained little grunts, I twisted my waist in tiny increments so Mom and Dad wouldn't notice.
Even eating carefully felt like a high-wire act.
I took small bites and dabbed my mouth with a napkin.
"You're not having any more?"
Mom's eyes had a bit of an edge to them.
"I'm full."
Having a smaller stomach was a blessing, at least.
I'd managed to take the edge off the hunger, more or less.
I wanted more, honestly, but eating any further here felt like something I'd regret, so I answered with a smile.
After that precarious meal ended and we got back home, I waited for the dead of night — for the moment Mom and Dad would finally be asleep.
Two in the morning. The second I was absolutely certain they were out cold, I slipped quietly out of my room.
Song Haneul happened to still be awake, lying on the bed and fiddling with his phone.
"…Hey."
"What, you want me to take it out?"
He looked over immediately, like he already knew exactly why I'd come.
At least his instincts were sharp. That much I could appreciate.
"Yeah. I-I'll do it with my mouth, so… let's not do the back."
"For real?"
Song Haneul shot up from the bed like he'd been waiting for those exact words.
Something about it made me feel like I was being reeled in, and my eyebrow twitched.
But right now, this still seemed better than the alternative.
Spending days managing my insides and enduring this sensation just so he could put it in once… versus just shutting my eyes and sucking him off once. The second option looked a lot simpler.
It was an absurd thing to do, sure — but it still beat never getting my body back.
If Dad hadn't come home, I might have toughed it out a few more days. Maybe.
"…Yeah."
"Tsk. There's a little hesitation in there."
"Just— just take it out…"
I pressed my thighs together and squirmed, and Song Haneul set his phone down.
He made some filthy little gesture with his hand and crooked his fingers at me.
"Bathroom?"
"Yeah."
We crept toward the bathroom, quiet as we could, off to do something we absolutely could not get caught doing.
I was terrified that even the smallest sound would wake Mom or Dad.
The bathroom was a decent distance from the master bedroom, but the fear was still impossible to shake.