Does your fantasy partner like anal sex?

Does your fantasy partner like anal sex?

Eight… I pulled my body up off the floor, my muscles just barely starting to burn. Nine… Ten… I dropped off the pull-up bar, having shattered my record. I wondered what Kai would have thought of me doing ten pull-ups after three hours of cardio, no less.

The second Stephanie left my office, I had inhaled my second bag of chicken. I felt like such a fat cow, despite my body still being trim. My bloated hands and feet from my period weren’t helping, either. The burning in my groin also added a shameful sensation I ignored during my work out. I need to maintain some discipline.

I started by running on the treadmill, thinking about Stephanie’s advice. I hated research. I had a team of people beneath me to do my research and then let me make the decisions. I even offered to pay Stephanie to just tell me what game to get. Frankly, the idea of sitting and staring at a screen while digital dudes played basketball or football for me seemed like hell on Earth, even if I was doing it with Charlie. But she shook her head and told me to put in the work to find ones I thought looked fun, otherwise I’d be sitting next to him getting frustrated and making him feel even worse.

I started by jogging and googling ‘Best video game.’ The first article was a top 100 list that I promptly scrolled to the bottom of to see the number one slot. Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild. The first part of the name was familiar, and it was listed as number one, so I figured I could try the best of anything once. But when I tried to order a computer copy, I learned that it couldn’t be played on the computer. And I wasn’t buying another video game machine that wasn’t going to get used. Looked like a kids game, anyway.

Frustrated, I went back to the list and scrolled up. Most of the games were sequels, so they were out. Even worse, some of them looked like they were very, very long. Minecraft was a name I recognized, but it also looked more for kids and the blocks just looked like a mess visually.

I quickened my pace to a sprint and tried searching for games for couples. Most of them looked cute, but uninteresting. After a forty minute sprint while scrolling, I finally found a youtube video of a girlfriend telling people what to play with their partner. The only one that looked remotely interesting was about little robots that shot portals out of their hands. But it was a sequel.

I stopped the treadmill, not because I was tired, but because I was dribbling sweat like crazy. I had to towel off, but was still left with a sheen on my skin, prompting me to switch to the bike, intending to burn calories while taking it slow. Even at max resistance I was still easily reaching 12 mph, though.

I looked more into Portal 2, the little robots with the teleporters game. There was even a trailer voiced by JK Simmons! I knew that guy. He was, like, a real actor. Truthfully, it did make me laugh, too, and all the trailers seemed to have absurd premises that made the world seem just really fun despite the serious and corporate coat of paint. Why was Portal 2 recommended for couples over Portal 1?

I adjusted the bike seat up and back. I’d always been a little on the tall side, but damn these bikes were tiny! It turned out Portal 1 was single player—which meant only one person could play. But was also really high on that top 100 list. Did I really want to play through a video game alone just to play another one with Charlie? It was pretty short, apparently. And there were videos of couples where one person just watched the other play. Charlie always liked watching me do stuff, maybe he’d think it was fun to watch me solve portal puzzles? All the couples in the videos I watched seemed to be total giggle fits.

How do you even play computer games? There’s no dvd port anymore…

By the time I got back to my hotel room, I had a new account on something called ‘Steam’ and had bought Portal for ninety-nine cents as it was on sale. Was a $0.99 string of zeroes and ones really a better gift than a $3,000 computer? It was almost ten o’clock, and despite my soreness and sweatiness, I needed to cum. I’d gone the whole day.

I tossed my phone on the charger and grabbed my vibrator, slipping it under my waistband as I kicked my constricting tennis shoes off. I reached for my tablet and opened reddit, but started to just use my own imagination. My fantasies weren’t vivid or very developed scenarios that I explored in my head. Usually, just thinking a sexy concept was enough for me to get myself there, occasionally piling on one or two others if I needed a push over the edge.

I pictured myself sitting at the computer, solving puzzles or whatever the fuck. Every time I beat a level, adding another minute to a timer. Meanwhile Charlie was kneeling on a pillow, face buried between my legs, licking enthusiastically. He wouldn’t be allowed to stop until the timer ran out. But each and every time it was about to, I’d beat another level. Then another. And another.

I’m beating those levels so fast. I’m too damn good at this game… Three seconds, one minute, two, minutes, soon five and a half, ten, thirty. The poor thing was trapped between my legs. And when the game was over, I just went back to level one, breezing through even faster.

“Fuck!” I bucked, rolling my head back as I ‘squirted’ all over my hand. Whatever kept happening to me downstairs, the volume was increasing. I’d forgotten to put towels down, but I didn’t care. I’d just make the right side of the bed for masturbating and I’d sleep on the left.

Just as one orgasm finished, a thought of Charlie putting on something sexy for me when I got home had me pressing the vibrator hard against my swollen clit. Wouldn’t it be so hot to make him wear that dress Mary was wearing? Do his make up and take him out to a fancy restaurant to celebrate my promotion. Buy some prosthetic breasts and really pretend…

After a few more minutes, I was squirting again, my body slick with slippery sweat. Guess this is a good substitute for core, I mused, my abs contracting hard. Just as I was gearing up to conjure up another sexy fantasy, my phone alarm went off.

Time for my medicine. I grabbed the pill bottle off the nightstand and dry swallowed two pills, ready to go right back to playing with myself. I picked up my phone to turn off the alarm and saw a few new messages from Charlie!

Ten minutes ago!?

I opened our chat, wiping my hands on the pillow to dry them enough to use the screen. It looked like a random assortment of the texts we’d sent each other the past few days had gone through, finally.

Me: I’m sorry for getting snippy with you. (Message Undelivered)

Me: I was really horny and frustrated. And I haven’t stopped.

Me: but I’m not mid ar you (Message Undelivered)

Me: *Mad at you

Me: It wasn’t fair to lash out and get petty (Message Undelivered)

Me: I HAVE SOME EXCITING NEWS!

My Light: So, here’s what the pills do:

My Light: *living serum, not loving serum.

My Light: All of that sounds far-fetched, I know, but I’m sure you’ve noticed some of it by now.

My Light: Please don’t leave me.

My Light: I know you probably have to, but please.

My Light: Video

My Light: Please.

My Light: I know I can’t track your location with the storm, but please don’t

Fuck! Those were the worst messages to have sent without the others. And it looked like some of Charlie’s most important messages got nixed, too. He must’ve been spiraling all week! And he tried to tell me about the pills, too!

I clicked on the video he sent, which took forever to load. The image quality was not very good, though the audio wasn’t too badly compressed. It was a video of Charlie sitting on the back porch watching the rain on the foggy lake, guitar cradled in his lap. It was taken from next to him, only showing that he was wearing one of my baggy sweatshirts and a pair of pajama bottoms. The video didn’t show his face, only his hands and torso as he played a sweet, somewhat slow song on the guitar.

He started by whistling, tapping the body of the guitar between notes, fingers dancing across the neck. I almost immediately started crying. I hadn’t heard him play anything in so long.

“The weather is frightening,

The thunder and lightning

Seem to be having their way.

But as far as I’m concerned, it’s a lovely day.”

It was a familiar melody, one he used to sing every time it rained. It was one of those old songs from the great American songbook, but his version was more sentimental and slow than the original.

“Let the rain pitter patter,

It really never mattered

If the skies were gray.

As long as I could be with you,

It was a lovely day.

As long as I could be with you,

It’s a lovely… day.”

He sniffled, dropping the neck of the guitar to reach for the phone. Even through the pixelated image, I could see that he had been crying.

“Hey…” He let out an involuntary laugh, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of the sweatshirt. “I miss you. A lot. And I’m really really scared that you hate me and that I really fucked up and—“ He sniffled, regaining some composure. “I’m sorry. You have so much going on, and I know you can’t be managing my feelings right now. I think I just started my period, if you can believe that.” He again started laughing through the tears, and I laughed with him. He was so emotional, it was painful to see. “I just wanted to show you that I could be a little dangerous and exciting, too and now I’ve ruined everything. Like I said, I’m gonna keep taking mine, it seems only fair, but you can stop yours after you get back. A-anyway. I love you. Please don’t… I’m sorry.”

The video ended abruptly and my fist started pounding the mattress as my other hand started frantically reaching for the call button. Straight to voicemail without any rings. My fingers furiously switched to spamming texts.

Me: I LOVE YOU (Message Undelivered)

Me: I’M NOT MAD (Message Undelivered)

Me: MY MESSAGES GOT JUMBLED (Message Undelivered)

Me: I LOVE YOU! (Message Undelivered)

Me: I LOVE YOU! (Message Undelivered)

Me: I LOVE YOU! (Message Undelivered)

Me: I LOVE YOU! (Message Undelivered)

Me: I LOVE YOU! (Message Undelivered)

“FUCK! FUCKING SHITTY TECHNOLOGY!” I opened up my contact page for Kai and hit the call button, pulling the phone to my ear. I tapped my foot as the phone rang for a few times. “C’mon…” I grumbled, just before Kai’s voice came through.

“Uh, hey, Tori, what’s up?”

“Hey, I’m really sorry to call you this late, but I need a huge favor and I’m willing to pay you $500 right now if you’ll do it.”

“Whoah, calm down, mamacita. We’re friends and I’m not training you right now. Just ask.”

“I need to get a message to Charlie, but the storm’s fucking with our phones.”

“Yeah, Frankie tried texting him earlier, but couldn’t get through.”

“Please, could you go check on him?”

“The rain’s flooded the access road to your house. If it was usable, Charlie probably would’ve gone to a signal on his own.”

I sucked in a short, frustrated breath, trying to calm myself. She was right, but this sucked. There wouldn’t be these kinds of issues if we were still in Portland. And we wouldn’t have them again in New York. Need fucking fiber internet or something.

“As soon as the road clears, I promise either me or Frankie will go and check on him.”

“I’m sorry, Kai.” My eyes burned with unshed tears. “I need him to know I love him. I fly back Friday and I am coming home to him.”

“I’m sure he knows.”

“Kai, you don’t understand, please.”

“Ok, as soon as the road clears, I’ll go over and tell him.”

“Thank you.”

***

His fingers still hurt from playing the guitar. He didn’t know if it was the two years without practice, or the pills feminizing his hands, but his callouses were gone. His fingers ached from the guitar, his stomach cramped from the ongoing changes, and his heart ached for Tori. He was curled up in a ball on the couch, paralyzed, brain flooded with hormones his body hadn’t yet developed the ability to regulate.

Heartkeeper: I was really horny and frustrated. And I haven’t stopped.

Heartkeeper: *Mad at you

Heartkeeper: I HAVE SOME EXCITING NEWS!

It was his own fault she was probably cheating on him this very instant. Why did he have to send that pathetic video of himself crying? Her and Mary were probably laughing about the return of Crybaby right now.

This had reaffirmed his stance to never drink again. One glass of wine might’ve completely ruined his life, as **** often did in his youth. Had he learned nothing from his family?

Tori was a sexual being and his stupid little plan with the sex pills put things into overdrive. What was he thinking drinking that glass while she was away and so close to Mary? He should have been spamming her phone with sexts and selfies and anything to keep her attention. Her desire.

He should have told her what the pills did before. But now his explanation was left undelivered. In a way, it was better, as it meant she wouldn’t call the cops or immediately go to a divorce lawyer over them. But now he had to tell her when she got back.

The worst was the arousal. In spite of all his pains and worries, most of the hormones were horny ones. Masturbating was the last thing he wanted to do, but it was hard not to. His penis would enter different states of erection, though fully hard only lasted for a few seconds at a time, just long enough to call his attention. It pulsed and bobbed and begged to be played with constantly.

After a few hazy hours, he relented, stroking, shaking, and smushing the flesh just to build friction. He couldn’t cum. He needed…

He had snuck up to the bedroom and dug through the laundry basket with all the privacy screens down, as if anyone could be watching him fish pairs of his wife’s dirty underwear out. He was very embarrassed to be sniffing them like a pervy high schooler. But he was less shaky when his tongue licked the inside of the front. They still tasted of her. Charlie hadn’t ever been addicted to anything before, but he knew of two such compulsions that were being wired in his brain and the panties gave him just a tiny hit of both.

But soon all her worn panties were drenched in his saliva and he was still on the edge of orgasm. His floppy, useless cock couldn’t get itself up enough. Frustrated, heartbroken, and in pain, Charlie just wanted to cum so he could get back to brooding and moping.

He reached his fingers behind his swollen testicles and tried rubbing the flesh that was becoming his vagina. It didn’t feel like much of anything at the moment, and it was barely even deep enough for his finger to go half a fingernail. It was under development and was functionally just a taint with extra skin.

His nipples felt better than before. He tried rubbing, twisting, pinching, and tugging on them, but this only seemed to further arouse him. This left just one option.

He knew where all of Tori’s vibrators were. She always left them out and about to try and seduce him, and he always charged them and put them back in the bottom drawer of her bedside table. He grabbed a small, metal, silvery one that was designed to be discreetly worn on a necklace. It was quite small, mostly just for clitoral stimulation, but it was about two and a half inches long. If he couldn’t achieve an erection, then the ejaculatory duct was going to have a hard time. So he needed to stimulate his prostate directly.

Tori also had some ideas about prostates, and though early into his transformation, he knew it was likely bigger. Charlie did a lot of research on anatomy and biology when he was first filling out the questionnaire. He knew that the living serum worked with the body to create functional solutions for the transformations that were incongruent with normal human biology. However, these solutions would be adaptations, not evolutions; inelegant, unoptimized, clumsy even. So he researched and learned what he could so that he could specify how his more exotic transformations would manifest in Tori. She somewhat did this too, if the method was part of the fantasy, that was. He still wasn’t sure just what the hell was going to happen to his digestive system to get one of her fantasies to work.

He had a mechanical understanding of his predicament and thus knew the mechanical solution: bypass the penis and **** the prostate to engage and ejaculate.

He opened the lube bottle and doused the vibrator. Charlie wasn’t ever opposed to anal, however, Tori only pegged him once—at the request of Mary, as it turned out. Neither Tori nor Mary were interested in waiting for him to do anal training and Charlie was too **** for intimacy to decline her request when she pulled out a seven inch dildo. It did some damage and took time to recover from, so he hadn’t explored it since.

Hence his liberal employment of lube for such a small toy. Once he was certain that it wasn’t going to hurt, he bent over a towel he laid out on the bed and gently slid the vibrator inside his anus. “Oooh,” he winced at the cold feeling inside him. He twisted the base and turned the vibrator onto its lowest of nine speed settings.

“Nope, not there…” He shook his head, feeling no pleasant sensation from the vibrations. Just shaking. He pushed the toy further in, going very slowly and angling the tip to press towards his stomach in the direction the organ should be. His dick began splattering precum onto the towel, though the sensation hadn’t yet become pleasurable. “Almost.”

The vibrator was running out of length. It wasn’t designed for this. Yeah, if only they made one for middle aged, burgeoning hermaphrodites starting their second puberty, he mused. Carefully, he probed further, making advances in millimeters. If he got it stuck up his ass, he couldn’t go to the doctor for removal. With the living serum in his system it would be a crapshoot which diagnostic tests he’d get a positive result for. He could even probably get a positive pregnancy test and have several different blood types. Or maybe somehow test negative for having blood at all, then have opposite results during their next test. Not to mention what panic an X-ray would give a doctor. They’d probably try to flush the stuff out of his system and trigger a number of unknowable transformations. Then cops would get involved trying to trace the source of the mystery ****.

“Ah.” He gasped, the vibration suddenly feeling pleasurable. There it was. Just at the edge of where his fingers’ control of the vibrator ended. It was dull, but it was pleasure. He couldn’t risk upping the vibration and losing control of the little rod. He also couldn’t push it in to make better contact. This was as good as he was getting.

It felt nice, and he was horny, but it felt too sterile. Charlie couldn’t just take stimulation and be satisfied. He had to really be in the headspace.

He closed his eyes and pictured Tori. She wasn’t mad, she was amused, heels clicking as she made her way over to the bed. “Oh, my poor puppy.” She sat down in front of him wearing a shiny latex body suit.

“S-sorry, for ev—“ A shiny high heel silences him as its sole firmly but peacefully pushed on his shoulder, sending him sliding off the bed and onto his knees on the floor.

“Shush.” She commanded, still comforting in her tone. “Yes, you’ve been a naughty girl, but Mommy needs to encourage good behavior, doesn’t she?” She slid forward on the bed so that she could rest his head in her warm lap—in this case substituted by a pillow from her side of the bed. “So, as long as you’re being the little sex pet Mommy wants, I can postpone my anger. Sweet girl with a vibrator up her ass, whimpering like such a good slut.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Sweetheart, we’re not talking about what you did wrong. We’re talking about what you’re doing right.” He imagined her fingers gently combing through his hair. She cooed and patted his back soothingly. “Hmmm, you’ve been playing with Mommy’s panties. You’re so obsessed with me. It makes me feel so powerful and beautiful. Why would I ever leave you? I’ll never leave you. You belong to me.”

Charlie groaned, feeling the familiar creep of an orgasm. His anus tightened, his toes curled, and he held on tight to the vibrator. With a lurch, his hips flopped his cock and white spurts shot out onto his thighs and the floor. “Yours!” He panted, pinching the vibrator between his index finger and thumb.

Suddenly, his eyes widened as the vibrator slid down his fingers. It was going deeper! Frantic, he spread his knees to open up his anus more and pulled on the edge of the vibrator, tightening his two-fingered grip. “No, no, no!” He couldn’t get it to budge! It was worse than that. It was, in fact, moving; just in the opposite direction!

It wasn’t stuck—it was well lubed and the vibration should have made it easier to yank out—something was pulling it in. Desperately, he managed to get his middle finger in contact with the plastic base, adding a finger to his grip. But just as he tugged, the vibrator was twisted by something inside of him. Given that the vibration speed was controlled by twisting the plastic ring at the base, the immediate result was obvious.

The vibrator was set to maximum just as the sudden twist broke Charlie’s tacit grip. The toy slid deeper, the base no longer sticking out. He could feel it be moved as if by fingers inside his asshole, closer to his prostate.

“Oh, fuck.” He moaned, still sputtering out cum. He didn’t want to panic. Shoving fingers up there would only worsen the situation and push the toy further up. The entire length was vibrating against his prostate. “Ngh!” He whimpered, but tried to keep a cool head.

Fingering around was out of the question. Going to the doctor was not a possibility. So, what were other solutions? The simplest was obvious: go to the toilet and push.

“Ungh! Hurts…” He pushed himself to his unsteady feet, stumbling with every step. This was worse than any post orgasm stimulation he’d ever received. It was a relentless, violent friction against his most inexperienced and sensitive sex organ. His cock bounced and pulsed, but it no longer felt like pleasure. It felt like fire inside his anus.

He had to crawl into the bathroom, barely managing to pull himself onto the toilet seat. “Come on, you do it every day…” He sucked in a deep breath and began squeezing his diaphragm. The sensation he felt next was entirely foreign. It was indescribable in all manners except by literal description.

His taint ripped in half. It wasn’t painful. There was no blood. But it still completely wiped Charlie’s brain. His ears heard only ringing, his vision blackened, and all of his limbs contracted at once. He knew he was screaming, but couldn’t hear it. Even his orgasm felt so distant. Sensation itself seemed foreign and all of his feelings were for a few moments transmitted to him only as conscious thought as his brain was incapable of processing all the signals his nervous system was sending.

His testicles tightened and his penis lurched, sputtering white cream into the toilet bowl. Slowly regaining feeling, Charlie felt only his prostate.

Vibration. Hard vibration. Violent vibration. The vibrator pressed against the spongy gland and assaulted it. And it was pressing harder. A presence he couldn’t feel was pushing the toy up against his prostate! And it was pushing harder and harder!

At first it was just touching, then it was actually indenting. Slowly yet surely it pushed more and more into the wall of his anus until he could feel something that should have been painful. The vibrator was embedding itself into his prostate.

“No!” He screamed, panic setting in. Understanding what this could mean, he took his chances and slammed his index finger up his lubricated asshole. He could feel it. The metal cylinder wasn’t just being held in his rectum, it was fused with it vertically. The plastic dial was locked in place, half of the circle being submerged by tissue.

This wasn’t supposed to happen! He needed to call Jens! But the receiver and transmitter were in his old bedroom downstairs. He couldn’t even stand. Any motion of his legs made the new tear in his lower torso pinch and rub in painful ways. But this vibration was ****!

He tried standing but whimpered in pain, feeling ‘labia’ rub against each other. He collapsed to the floor, squeezing his legs together. He tried crawling, but again found any leg movement to cause incredible pain in his new slit. It had split before being given any form to support itself.

He found that he could make some progress if he slithered very slowly, dragging only with his arms and wiggling both legs in the same direction at the same time. But between the vibrations in his ass and his dick smushing against his stomach and legs, he made a puddle of cum by the time he reached the bathroom door. Again at the bedroom door a few minutes later.

By the time he’d reached the top of the stairs, he had cum again. “How…” He whimpered, unwilling to change his prone position. His eyes turned to the handrail. “Okay, Charlie…” He let out a shaky breath, hyping himself up. He was not walking down those stairs.

“One,” he lifted his shoulder off the ground, tilting his body. “Two,” he dropped his shoulder, tilting the other way. “Three!” He rolled onto his back, keeping his legs locked together. It hurt, but not as bad as standing. To add insult, he came, dribbling cum onto his flattening tummy. His loads were getting small. Grimacing, he reached his arms up and grabbed the hand rail.

Using the rail to slow his descent, Charlie’s hands would grab one place and pull, moving his body toward the hand and thus down each step. He had to go very slowly to avoid bumping his head or jostling his legs too much. His orgasms no longer had fluid by the time he reached the base.

Through the darkness he wormed his way across the living room and into his old room. Under the bed was an old landline phone that wasn’t plugged in to anything. Easy to write off as an old prop or weird novelty for a project, this was actually his only communication with the outside world. More specifically a single friend.

Charlie whined, sliding the phone over to him and dialing 5367, which spelled JENS on this phone’s keypad. Despite being unplugged, the phone rang on the receiver, tears rolling down Charlie’s nose as he laid on his back. After four rings, someone picked up.

“Emergency line, this is Jens what is emergency for emergency line?”

“Jens! It’s Charlie!”

“Jens is aware. Charlie is only one with an emergency line to Jens.”

“Listen! Ow! I put a vibrator in my ass and can’t get it out! It’s like, fused to my prostate! And my taint split and it hurts really bad!”

Charlie usually was very uncomfortable with speaking about sex things. Even to Jens. But he was well beyond the point of embarrassment. Jens could fix this. He just needed to be honest!

“What is the make and model of vibrator?”

“I-I don’t know. It’s one of the tiny metal ones that you can wear on a necklace. It’s stuck on its highest setting! I can’t stop cumming!”

“Yes, this is correct.”

“Yes, I’m not lying, Jens! Please, it hurts!”

“No, Jens says this is correct. Victoria’s questionnaire says, query sixteen: ‘Does your fantasy partner have any piercings?’ Answer sixteen, Victoria Washington: ‘Yes. Tongue, Snake bites, septum, industrials, eyebrow, navel. Also Clitoral hood and nipple studs that all vibrate at my command.’”

“Okay, but-FUUUUCK! Fuck me! Ow! Please, Jens! How do I get it out?”

“Living Serum breaks this down.”

“What?”

“Victoria’s fantasy partner needs piercings in tongue, lips, nose, ears, eyebrow, and navel. Also need vibrating piercings in nipples and clitoral hood. Where does Charlie believe Charlie’s body gets material for piercings?”

“I’M PRODUCING MY OWN PIERCINGS? I THOUGHT I’D GET THEM AT A PARLOR!?”

“Yes. Living Serum eats metals and plastics, then rearranges tiny fragments where metal needs be in shape metal needs be to satisfy Victoria’s fantasy. Alternatively, Living Serum creates new organs to convert biological material into necessary metals.”

“But what about the battery acid!? And what if I get electrocuted?!”

“This is not a concern for Charlie. Living Serum will wait until battery is not energized. Battery’s acid will make local Living Serum more energized, making Living Serum near Charlie’s genitalia more reactive for some time.”

“I’M STUCK LIKE THIS UNTIL THE BATTERY DIES?”

“This is also good thing. Victoria’s questionnaire says, query fifty-eight: ‘Can your fantasy partner experience multiple orgasms?’ Answer fifty-eight, Victoria Washington: ‘She almost always does. She needs three every time to feel satisfied. At a bare minimum’ Query one-hundred-thirteen: ‘If your fantasy partner can ejaculate, how large is their average load?’ Answer one-hundred-thirteen, Victoria Washing—“

“Yes! I know! Big loads! Lots of cum! What’s your—Oh!—point!?”

“Genital overstimulation and repeated orgasms will encourage Living Serum to optimize semen production and build more robust pleasure processors to keep Charlie’s orgasms feeling pleasant regardless of quantity.”

Charlie pinched his brow, frustrated. He was stuck like this for at least another hour. Maybe more depending on the battery life of the tiny thing. It was on the highest setting and had been going for at least an hour already.

“Jens, I’m in a lot of pain. Please, do you have any recommendations?”

“Do not take ****. Especially sleeping aids or painkillers.”

“Yes, I know.”

“For new vagina, vagina must be dilated. Does Victoria Washington have dildos?”

“Yeah…”

“Insert largest dildo Charlie can tolerate and keep inside cavity until cavity develops into vagina. If Charlie loses dildo, insert larger dildo.”

“But it hurts so much!”

“As Charlie says to Jens: Love hurts. Consume silicone, rubber, water based lubricants, water, Polytetrafluoroethylene, and biocompatible metals like titanium or surgical stainless steel. Jens emphasizes the consumption of silicone and water in order to ensure health, as Living Serum only works with materials Charlie’s body has inside it.”