Order some actual vibrators. And buttplugs. And vibe eggs. Basically empty his bank account to buy toys.

While his maid dress was in the drier, Angie finally took the opportunity to get himself clean. His newfound voluptuousness made the shower a bit more complicated than he was used to - ass, hips, thighs, tits, it all bumped and pressed and brushed against the walls of the shower stall with every movement, and the constant caress of the water together with lathering up also didn't exactly contribute to make the femboy less horny. But whatever had happened to Janet's massive balls to make her shoot improbable amounts of cum, it hadn't happened to Angie.

Nevertheless, the femboy's boy clit was once again achingly hard, and with the warm water hitting him from above, Angie began to rub between his legs with the palm of his right hand, the left sinking deep into one of his breasts as he played with his stiff nipples. Angie barely had anything left to stroke in his crotch, and with the slippery soap, this approach simply felt best. And Angie had become all about feeling good.

Shuddering hard enough to make his curves jiggle gently, Angie felt a dry orgasm ripple through him, more slow and sensual compared to the explosive release he was used to, keeping up his ministrations to chase another climax when Janet entered the bathroom.

"Nice, a show while I brush my teeth! Press your tits against the glass for me, cockslut."

Angie did as he was told, rubbing his enormous funbags over the glass side of the shower stall to put on a show for his mistress as much as to stimulate himself, his now freed left hand slipping two fingers into his ass to stimulate himself more efficiently. Janet made an appreciative sound and lazily watched the femboy masturbate as she brushed her teeth, leaning against the sink with a smirk Angie barely noticed, lost to lust as he was.

"Alright, you have fun, but don't take too long," Janet said as she finished up before going to bed. "Remember, you still gotta clean everything before you get to sleep!"

It still took three more climaxes before Angie was satisfied enough to leave the shower and dry himself off.

Getting his maid dress out of the dryer, mopping the half-dried cum of their escapades, changing the bed sheets and covers, brushing his teeth and finally getting to bed himself didn't take all that long, surprisingly. Still, sleep was hard to come by - not least because Angie loved looking at the way his curves were clearly visible through the sheets, turning what had been a flat, narrow plane into rolling hills that jiggled and shifted with every movement. Even his nipples were more than noticeable, and not even stiff!

And they reminded Angie of something - he'd thought of using toys of all sorts. Up his ass, against his little dicklet, on his nipples. Taking his smartphone, the femboy did a little bit of research - as little as he thought he could get away with - before finding a shop of good repute. Then, there was no stopping the femboy.

Nipples throbbing as they slowly engorged, Angie scrolled through the shop, checking toy after toy and adding to his basket what he thought he would like. Which was to say... all of them. With his boy clit following the examples of his nipples, Angie began scrolling with only his left, the right hand creeping under the covers and between his legs, face flush as the femboy bit his lower lip.

Just imagining what he would do with all of these toys - what his mistress would do - made Angie's heart thunder and his body throb with lust, and the first orgasm rolled through him before he'd even made it halfway through the shop, making the femboy shudder and lean back into his pillows before he could continue. And continue he did, his cart growing more and more massive. Vibe eggs. Butt plugs, regular and vibrating, rubber and metal, simple or with fake jewels in the base. Plain old vibrators. Dildos of all sorts. Prostate massagers. More exotic vibrators. It didn't matter, they were all exciting for Angie. So exciting, in fact, that the femboy climaxed once more before placing the order, accidentally adding another app-controlled butt plug to his cart. Deciding it might as well stay in, Angie finally went to check out, ordering enough toys to empty half his bank account and even splurging on express delivery.

Finally putting aside his phone, the femboy rolled on his side, idly rubbing himself with a smile on his deep red, burning face. His last thought before falling into a deep slumber was what Janet would say when the new playthings for her plaything arrived.