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This image is called Toys Can't Say No. I wrote an accompanying piece but I'm interested to see what other people come up with. Feel free to post in the comments.
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“What about him?” the gargantuan woman standing in from of Tom’s tank asked.
Tom couldn’t remember the last time someone spoke to him, or had even referred to him. It was months at the very least; maybe longer. The most interaction he got was his food being topped up or some small praise for good behaviour while his tank got cleaned.
He didn’t recognise this woman, but then again he didn’t recognise most of the women Jessica brought back to her room. She terrified him, standing nonchalantly in front of his tank, with her unkempt bush hanging over him, pointing downwards in a vee towards lips that were already swollen with anticipation.
Arguably the neon-green dildo scared him more. It would have been terrifying back when he was six feet tall. But now, it wasn’t an intimidating sex-aid but an unstoppable monster that could end his life with one whack. It wobbled and flailed as the woman’s arm moved, restless and eager to start.
“What do you mean ‘what about him’?” Jessica asked from across the room somewhere.
Tom looked up, trying to see the face of the woman who loomed over him. He was hoping to see if she had kindness in her eyes or something else but her large, pendulous breasts spilled out too far for him to catch even a glimpse.
“We could use him as well.” She said.
“Eww! Rebecca, no!” Jessica recoiled at the suggestion. She appeared beside her partner and glanced down to Tom.
Rebecca rolled her eyes and shook her head, crossing her arms across her mammoth chest, flesh rolling over the front of her arms. “Don’t be such a prude! Everyone does it! You slide them in, letting them wriggle and squirm.” She explained. “Then you use this to push them as deep into you as you can.”
She raised the green monster in front of a very pale Jessica.
“Then you pull it out and squeeze them as tight as you can. They go nuts in there. The orgasm…it’s…it’s intense.” Rebecca explained, lust dripping more and more from her words as she spoke.
Jessica bit her lip. Her interest was piqued but she was torn. Deep down inside her, she felt it would be wrong but something was stirring. “I dunno Rebecca, it just sounds creepy having a tiny, wriggling thing inside of you. Besides, I knew him before The Event. He was a friend.”
Tom looked up at Jessica, his eyes pleading with her to leave him be. They had been friends. Not best friends but close friends. They shared a taste in women and beer and that had been enough to form a close bond. When it had started Jessica had taken him in. They’d carried on as friends at first, but as The Event proved to be widespread and permanent and life had returned to normal for those unaffected he had slowly transitioned along with the rest of The Affected from friend to ward to pet.
Jessica glanced down at him once more, lingering a little more this time, meeting his eyes with hers. She bit her lip. He could tell she was coming around to the idea.
“Why don’t we ask him?” Jessica suggested.
“Would you ask the dildo?” Rebecca snapped back, holding the floppy green beast up.
“No…it’s a toy.” She replied.
Rebecca smiled, pleased with herself. “So is he…” she pointed down to Tom in the tank. “And toys can’t say no.”
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