The Forty-Day Doll 4
He tapped the surface of his desk.
It was the same ritual he had performed every day for the past stretch of time, so the gesture alone was enough. Speaking was still the better option.
"…I don't like it. It's damp."
"Damp from what?"
His grip tightened. My hand trembled in his.
"I don't know. I just don't like it."
He said nothing for a moment. Then:
"Fine. I'll let it slide."
He spun in his chair, looking thoroughly amused.
"In exchange, I'm giving you homework. Write a review of the item. Minimum one hundred characters. And one photo."
Something about that sat wrong with me.
"What kind of item?"
"If I told you in advance, it wouldn't be any fun."
He looked me straight in the eye.
"Today's Friday, so the deadline is next Monday. By the time you get off work, the package should already be there."
I had no real idea what it would be. Judging by the T-back he'd gifted me before and the way he made me wear a garter belt around, though, it was almost certainly some kind of sexy clothing or lingerie.
"Understood."
"Good. Get out."
When I got home after work, a package was waiting at the door, just as the boss had said.
It was small enough to hold nothing more than clothes, so I felt no anticipation at all. Wanting anything from it would have been strange in the first place. I couldn't even begin to guess what kind of perverted outfit he might have ordered.
I changed back into my succubus form wearing only panties and a T-shirt, then carried the package from the entryway into my room.
When I opened the box, a black envelope sat inside. It was heavier than I'd expected.
Huh…?
I had been bracing for something like a lingerie dress. A black envelope was not what I'd pictured. And I already knew what tended to arrive packaged like this.
"Fuck."
Sure enough, when I tore it open, several adult toys spilled out.
The sender name on the parcel had been so ordinary I'd assumed it was a regular shopping site. It wasn't. Thinking about it, companies that shipped sex toys almost never printed a normal business name. That was why I hadn't caught on.
Printed instructions like a flyer. Free lube and condoms thrown in as a bonus. And the toys themselves, clearly the ones that had been ordered.
A 7.5-inch dildo of clear silicone.
An anal plug capped with a blue crystal.
A glass dildo shaped like a string of ping-pong balls fused together.
A fairy wand with twelve vibration settings.
Four pieces in total.
And that bastard of a boss had told me to bring back a hundred-character review and a photo of the damn things.
Irritation surged up—and right alongside it, curiosity began to bloom.
Since becoming a woman, I had masturbated a few times with my fingers. I had never actually put anything inside myself. So of course I was curious.
What insertion felt like. What a thrusting motion would do.
I stared blankly at the dildo until the irritation slid into the background and curiosity claimed its place.
Just a little…
I washed everything with soap first. Washing the dildo felt strangely intimate—not just because of the curiosity, but as if my body itself wanted the feel of it, the texture registering far too strongly under my hands.
I dried it with a towel, pushed my panties down, and slowly touched myself with my left hand.
My middle finger slipped between the labia and rubbed my clit in slow circles. Almost at once my fingers grew slick.
I dragged the shaft of the dildo against my clit the way I had used my finger.
The weight of it was nothing like a finger; the heavy friction alone was enough to spark arousal.
Without enough wetness yet, the silicone kept catching and dragging. Even that resistance—the way my flesh was shoved aside—fed a different kind of heat.
"Nnngh…♡"
A moan slipped out without my meaning to make one.
The more I rubbed, the less the drag bothered me. Soon it glided as if I'd poured the lube over it already.
Time to put it in.
I held the shaft in my left hand and stroked slowly along the curve until the head caught at my entrance.
I locked the angle the way you steady a pool cue, then pressed with my right hand.
What had only been a tip stretched me wider and wider until the head sank inside.
"Haa… ah—! Good…"
Even with just the head in, the feeling of being forced open felt good. Once my body began to accept the shape, I pushed deeper.
My tightly closed walls parted around it, sending little sparks of pleasure, and at the same time a full, satisfying pressure filled me completely.
I kept feeding it in.
The sensation of my belly being packed full was strangely addictive.
I hadn't taken the whole length, but this was enough.
Now the withdrawal.
I was clenched around it so tightly that the drag on the way out made pleasure bloom all over again. I pulled back until the head nearly slipped free—
—and shoved it back in.
"Hah—!♡"
My left hand stroked a nipple while my right worked the dildo.
Every thrust filled my belly and blanked my mind white with fullness and heat.
I kept moving it.
The clear slick turned milky and foamy, leaving a white ring on the shaft that marked how deep I'd taken it.
—Squish. Squish.
The filthy sound filled the room. Bit by bit it grew faster.
—Squish! Squish!
Every thrust forced more of my own wetness out; it sprayed in every direction as if a dam had broken.
—Slap. Slap.
I could feel it coming.
My toes curled. I drove the dildo harder, rougher.
"Hah—! Hah—!"
And then—
"Haaaaah♡!!"
The orgasm tore through me.
The climax was so violent that I didn't come back to myself for a good ten minutes.
"Ugh…"
Pain in my wings made me open my eyes. Memory of what I'd done before I blacked out returned in a rush.
I had been leaning against the bed, playing with the dildo, and the moment that crushing orgasm hit I had simply collapsed where I was.
The proof was still there: slick that hadn't dried on my thighs, and beside me the dildo ringed with a white band of my own fluids.
Something about it felt strange all over again.
I had just experienced something like a whole new world—an intense, shattering orgasm—and yet it still felt off.
My head insisted it had been overwhelming. My chest refused to agree. It was like watching a movie years ago that had once left a deep impression; the afterglow that should have lived in my body was already thin and distant.
I turned the feeling over and over and came up with nothing.
"What's the point of worrying about it."
Nothing would change either way. Better to just accept it.
I thought back to how I'd ended up using the dildo in the first place and started fretting over how to take the photo.
The boss would clearly want a shot of me using it, or at least of the aftermath. I had no desire to show him either.
On the other hand, if I brought a clean, unused-looking photo, he would just tell me to do it again.
So I photographed the dildo with its white ring of slick, washed it, and took a second clean shot. If he ordered a redo, I could swap the images. The real problem was the review.
"…"
Nothing came to mind.
"Fuck."
Anything I wrote would be embarrassing.
This wasn't a private diary entry. It was a product review meant for that bastard of a boss to read. I didn't want to be honest. I couldn't just write nonsense either.
I browsed sex-toy sites and skimmed other people's reviews.
Ones that said it was bigger than their husband and they loved it.
Ones that declared "starting today, this is boyfriend number one."
Ones that claimed it felt even better when left inside and used hands-free.
…Is it really that good?
My eyes drifted back to the dildo.
It had a suction base; I could stick it to the floor or a wall.
Would it feel different from moving it by hand?
I hesitated.
If I wanted enough material to stitch a decent review together, I ought to try the other toys as well. But if I went at the silicone dildo twice in one day, I might lose the urge to touch any of them over the weekend.
So I kept hesitating.
Do them at the same time?
Use the dildo and the fairy wand together?
The wand only needed to be pressed to my clit or nipples, after all. My tail could hold it. The image formed easily enough.
Anal plug seated. Tail bringing the wand to my clit. Body riding a dildo fixed to the floor.
With both hands free, it wouldn't be much more awkward than a cowgirl position.
Warm up on the silicone, then switch to the glass one.
"…♡"
Just imagining it made my body heat up.
When I touched myself, I found a little moisture already there.
I wavered.
Do it now, or later?
I was still naked from earlier—no T-shirt, no panties. Everything was already set.
I repeated the same words to myself like a hypnosis script.
"Just a little. Just a little. Just a little…"
Leaning against the bed frame made my wings ache.
I could only hide part of myself with the disguise now, so I concealed the wings alone and settled back against the mattress.
I brought the fairy wand to a nipple and switched it on.
"Ah—."
The stimulation made the nipple stand hard at once. I grabbed the other breast with my free hand.
A pale bead of milk gathered at the tip.
Another decision.
As a succubus I produced milk, but the disguise could stop it. The soft liquid had already pooled lightly between my fingers.
Leave it.
Cleanup would be annoying, but the sensation itself was another form of stimulation.
I teased the nipple with my middle finger, then reached down with my left hand. Slick already stretched between my fingers in sticky threads.
I rubbed the anal plug against my entrance first, coating it, then tried to push it in—and the angle was wrong.
I set the wand aside for a moment, lifted my hips into a catlike pose, and lined the plug up with my ass.
Cold metal. My ring slowly opened around the smooth taper.
It was only a little thicker than a bottle cap, but the resistance was fierce. I kept steady pressure until it began to give. The widest part finally slipped past—
"Hnnngh!♡"
—and it sank home with a soft pop.
The curved tip pressed into my insides with a distinctly unpleasant pressure. And somehow that only made me more aroused.
In the full-length mirror I could see myself with my hips raised, a blue crystal sparkling outside my ass like a jewel.
It looked obscenely lewd.