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Chapter 18 by dndw dndw

And what, pray tell, is that idea?

Team Cindy: Assemble!

A plan is forming in your mind, but you're going to need some additional help to pull it off. First up: Materials. You grab Sam's pants off the floor and throw them at his face. "Ok! Get dressed, then!" As he does so, he asks, "So I take it you've got a plan, then?" "Oh, I've got a little something in mind. Breakfast first, though. I'm starving."

After breakfast, the two of you head over to Shoubu Delights, the campus sex shop. (It is Shoubu, after all.) The attendant greets you the moment you walk in. "Cindy! Hey, girl, how are you?" "Hi, Cass! Not to bad, honestly!" "Great! Well, I guess you already know where you need to be, so I suppose I'll just leave you to it?" You approach the register and lean towards her conspiratorially. "Actually, I've got something a little special in mind today. Have you got any of those sets guys can use to make a dildo modeled after their cock?"

Sam must have made a face behind you, because Cass lets out a laugh as she looks at him over your shoulder. "Oh, we sure do! They come with some clay-like material in which you envelop the - ahem - 'model' for a while until it sets. Then, you ship it off to the manufacturer and two to four weeks later, boom, your very own clone-dick comes in the mail!"

Sam puts a hand on your shoulder. "Uh, Cindy? Are you-" "We'll take one!" "Fantastic! I'll just go get it from the back!" As Cass wanders off, Sam speaks quietly to you. "Look, I don't know what you're planning here, but are you sure this is a good idea? Even if it's 100% guaranteed to work, four weeks is a long time. Mandy isn't just going to sit on her ass, you know? She was actually messaging me just now, and she is not going to be happy once I tell her you're not pregnant yet..."

You pat him on the head. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about that. I've got it covered." Cass returns from the storeroom, with a rather brazenly designed box under each arm. "I forgot to ask. Would you like the regular version, or the extra large one?" You grope Sam's crotch, eliciting a small surprised gasp. You kiss him on the cheek. "Mmmm. Large. Definitely large!"

Ok, now what?

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