Cleaning up the Evidence

As much as I wanted to jump around squealing in excitement like a twelve year old at a boy band concert(don't judge me), I had some cleaning up to do. Somehow. Otherwise, Mrs.Gresham will faint or call an exorcist when she sees this collection of weirdness in her shop.

The floating magic mirror was actually really easy! The second my hand touched the golden rim the glass rippled and warped in a mind-bending way until I was holding a compact folding mirror in my palm. It fit perfectly in my dress pocket like they were each made with the other in mind.

Convenient!

The still buzzing dildo on the other hand...

Well.

I plead insanity. (A decent-sized chunk of my mind was still convinced this was a dream or a hallucination.)

"Molly!" A matronly voice called out from the hallway. "Where did you go, girl? You know my hearing isn't what it used to be..." Mrs. Gresham tapped her way into the backroom with her cane. Despite the late summer warmth, she was swaddled in a cardigan, shawl, and a woolen dress that covered her skinny figure from ankle to neck. The eighty-something woman was half blind and three-quarters deaf, though her mind was still sharp as a tack and her tongue even sharper.

"I-I'm right here Mrs. Gresham." My voice wobbled and my thighs clenched tightly. I couldn't tell whether the faint ringing in my ears was real or my imagination. "Sorry, I thought I heard a cat in the alley out back." I bit my lip to keep from moaning.

My boss squinted at me suspiciously, milky eyes huge behind her thick glasses, obviously not buying my cat excuse. I could only be thankful that whatever beautification the mirror did to me apparently couldn't be noticed. I made sure to stand in such a way that blocked her view of the collar and panties Nate left me on the desk.

She held a wrinkled hand to my forehead, tutting when my blush only intensified. "That's a fever if I've ever felt one." She tutted again. Her cane tapped the floor and she nodded like a sage of old. "Go home dear, I'll not have you fainting on my property. Bad for business."

I rolled my eyes at her grin, then stumbled as my knees wavered from a sudden pulse. Mrs. Gresham somehow managed to catch me without falling over herself.

"I'm fine, I'm fine!" I protested fruitlessly.

"No you are not!"

The old woman's grip was like iron as she dragged me down the narrow hallway to the overstuffed couch we kept in the break room. As I gingerly sat down, the buzzing intensified and shifted deeper, causing me to let out a low moan with my eyes crossed.

For a few moments that seemed to drag on for hours, I slouched with my flaming red face in my hands and thighs pressed together. To my eternal gratitude, my boss was busy puttering around in the kitchenette, the humming of the microwave drowning out my ashamed whining. The room was soon filled with the scent of chicken soup and freshly brewed tea.

A mug of tea was set on the table in front of me and a bowl of soup was shoved into my hands. The smell made my stomach gurgle, I hadn't eaten since this morning and this was supposed to be my lunch break anyway.

The soup was, as always, amazingly delicious and filling, Mrs.Gresham must have given me soup she made herself instead of using a can. I was struck by a prickle of guilt at the lengths she was going to care for me. "Mrs. Gresham, this really isn't necessary!"

"Bah! None of that." She waved her cane threateningly in my general direction. "Drink your soup, girl." She ordered.

With no other options, I obeyed. Slowly sipping my soup until the small bowl was empty and I switched to the tea, both liquids filling my belly with gentle warmth. All while Mrs. Gresham watched like a mother hawk in the chair across from me and the dildo buzzed at random. It was a difficult few minutes.

If not for the whole Thing™ with Nate earlier, I'd say I had never been more embarrassed and turned on before. And not because it was Mrs. Gresham there watching me! Almost anyone else being here to see it would have—

Nevermind.

Mrs. Gresham harrumphed at me when I set my mostly empty mug down.

"Thank you, Mrs. Gresham." I said honestly.

"You're welcome, Molly dear." Her eyes narrowed at me. "Do you hear an odd buzzing?"

"No?" I squeaked and somehow went even redder, hands pressed to my lap to muffle the faint humming. "Y-you mean like a bug?"

Her mouth opened and—

*Ding!*

— I was quite literally saved by the bell as another customer came in.

With a drawn-out groan and the creaking of joints, my boss rose to her feet, jabbing a crooked finger at me when I tried to help her.

"You finish your tea and go home when you can stand again." She said.

I sagged in relief. She hadn't noticed! I was in the clear.

My hopes were dashed when she continued speaking without turning to face me, "We'll talk about whatever this was tomorrow."

I kept my hands pressed to my lips until I could hear her and the customer talking, then I let out a keening moan as I shook in mortified orgasm. I found myself laid out on the couch with one arm over my mouth while the other desperately tried to pull the incessantly vibrating dildo out of me.

But it was stuck like it was super glued to my inner walls. The tugging only served to add to the pleasure I felt until I was halfway along to another, louder cum despite my oversensitivity.

A particularly intense pulse combined with the dildo seemingly growing longer to press into my depths left me spasming. Stars burst behind my eyes and my screams were only muffled by me biting into a cushion until the waves of pleasure passed.

I laid there, limp and dizzy and drenched in sweat for I don't know how long. Shame and arousal blended together into a confusing mess I wasn't going to examine.

My entire body jolted as the dildo buzzed again. Almost like it was checking on me to make sure I was alright. It should have been painful by now, or at least numbed from exhaustion, instead each electrifying buzz or jolt was as stimulating as the first. It would be so easy to just lay here with it pleasuring me forever. So easy, until Mrs.Gresham or my coworker Brandon happened upon me.

Ooh~ That'd be kinda nice too— No! Be strong, Molly! Stronger than some stupid magic taser-dildo! You just gotta take it out of your, hot, wet, lonely little pussy...

"Nghhh!" A noise of frustrated lust escaped me as yet another orgasm was triggered d by my frantic pulling on the dildo almost immediately becoming an excuse for my traitorous arms to actively fuck me with it. As I lay there gasping for breath test again, frustration allowed sanity to win for just a moment.

I just wished it would stop buzzing!

As if it was only waiting for me to ask, the buzzing inside me came to a sudden stop. Followed shortly by the dildo shrinking until I had to squeeze down with shaky muscles to keep it from falling out entirely. Of course, as soon as I did that, it grew back to its larger size to fit snugly, making me yelp.

A flash of understanding hit me.

With a bit of focus, the dildo flowed like a liquid (which was a really interesting sensation I kept in mind for later), to become a pair of pink panties that fit me like a second skin and tingled pleasantly.

"Oh nooo..." I whined in shame. "It changes shape based on my thoughts."

I could have done that at any time!?!?