Paul soldiers on

Paul stood there as Katie lost it while he processed what she had said. Essentially, the Vadget was glued over his crotch until he used the remover and sounds like it would be painful, and probably not do anything else. He could feel a rage building in him as he heard Katie giggling at him; flashback’s of Molly’s reaction to his first foray run through his mind.

Paul could almost see red building in his face and eyes a small voice in the back of his head gave him an idea. Picking up his phone from the bed, he pulled up the Gadget up and found the new Vadget. Turning to the manual mode, he put it at 50% and engaged it. <BUZZ> rippled across his member as a euphoria rushed across his body. Pressing it again, <BUZZ> he could feel a wash of bliss almost quell the fires. Taking a deep breath, he looks down as Katie regains her composure.

Laughing she hands him the remove, “here. I’ll go wake up Molly and let her know this is done.”

“No!” Paul responds to stop her from heading to the door.

In shock not only to the abrupt command, but his apparent disregard for the entrapment of his mighty cock, she turns back to him. “I don’t have time for you to fix that and do your makeup,” she responds firmly. “If we go forward, you don’t remove until the night is done.”

“Yes, I know.” Paul responded matter of factly. “It's not like its uncomfortable and they include a tube for relief. I’m not going to toss out all the hard work and ruin her plans now. Not with everyone coming over,” Paul shuddered at seeing her freak out or go into a tirade. “Let’s get this top taken care of, and get this done; you have places to go & still need to take care of Molly.”

In complete surprise to his empathetic response to someone else, Katie responded in near shock to moving forward. “Okay. She won’t take long, but lets get you taken care of.”

Getting the bottles all situated, Katie firmly attaches the heavy vest with the semi-permanent bond and stands back admiring the work. “K, let's get to the wig next so we can then start blending this all in.” Turning around with a beautifully wavey mane of brilliantly red hair that looked realistic enough that it like it had been plucked straight from an Irish lass’s head, Paul was impressed at the quality. “Alright, sit down on the bed so I can get this on you.”

Sitting down for the first time, he felt the odd pressure of the attachment and the bounce of the weight before him as he patiently waited for her to adjust the coiffure. Watching her intently line it up before she turned to reach for an adhesive bottle, she seemed to pause before grabbing one. Turning back to him, Katie mumbled, “in for a penny....”

“What was that?” Paul asked.

Katie wasn’t sure to address the fact she grabbed the semi-permanent for this too. If he’s going to leave himself stuck, might as well leave it all there. “Nothing. Just thinking out loud,” she said as she quickly put dabs at the crown and around the edges of the skull netting. “K, now sit perfectly still while that sets.”

Paul sits there dutifully as he watches Katie run around out of the corner of his eyes before returning with a set of makeup, concealers, and toners. Looking back at the clock to confirm that it had been over 5 minutes, and the wig was still right where she left it, Katie continued, “k, time to blend it all in.” And like a **** of nature, Katie tossed his hair all around as she positioned his head this way and that coating the edges of the hairline with some sort of paste. However, that seemed to go quickly as she moved to focusing on the edges of the breast chest plate as if almost making the thin edges disappear and merge with his skin.

“Alright, stand up,” Katie commands as she kneels down at his feet. Eye to eye with his crotch in her face, she can’t help but admire the artistry even knowing what’s hiding behind it. She repeats the process, and the edges quickly disappear into his body. Realizing the large triangle of base tone clashes with his artificially bronzed skin, she gets an idea and slowly begins blending the concealer tones over the surface of the appliance. Standing up, she does a similar process on his chest avoiding the front of the breasts as she gets another set of concealers and proceeds to even go over his back. Returning with a spray can, “k, this is a type of sealant,” she explains as she coats his chest front and back as well the top of his forehead and the front of the Vadget. “It will protect the coverage from accidentally rubbing off, but it won’t stand up to rigorous rubbing so be careful. I leave some of my cleaners to help ease its removal when you’re done for the night.”

“K, thanks,” Paul says as he looks down over the white tip mounds extruding from his chest.

“Here,” she says guiding him over to a full length mirror she brought with her, “we’re not done, but why don’t you take a look at it so far.”