Interviewing…

The town you live in is small and the opportunities are retail or warehousing work. Minimum wage won’t get you a bot. You touch up your resume and send it to everything that pays a decent or better wage.

You don’t know how long things take in the age of Work From Home, so you clean up. A quick shave and you pull the small bottle of cola from your hole and clean up in the shower. Afterwards you put on a collared shirt and fix your hair. You check yourself in the mirror. You look good.

Luckily, you only need to dress uncomfortably above the waist. You sit on another bottle of soda but it slides right out of your loose hole. ‘I should be all tight and nervous about the interviews, but I’m not,’ you think. ‘I’m going to need to step it up today.’ You smirk. A different brand of bottle with a wider middle and shorter neck that you haven’t tried yet.

You sit on it and with skill from years of practice, you control your breathing and bounce on the object. Discomfort and pain distract you initially but you push them aside and they fade. Slowly, you open just maybe a half inch wider but it seems like half a foot.

“Fuck me…!” You shout aloud as you bear down and your cheeks collide with your computer chair. “Cum in me…!” You imagine a dickgirl buried in your bottom that was holding back, waiting for your permission to let go.

“Ahem…” you hear a voice in front of you and you look up. You must have woken up the computer with a face scan and…you had just reset your video chat password…you left it online!