Molly greats Paul at the door

Before Vyki can reach the door, it flies open in front of her with Molly popping out and shouting, “Oh my God, Paul!!! You made it!!” Rushing outside she wraps her arms around her spouse. Vyki sudden feels a gust of wind behind her blow up her skirt flashing the world behind her. “Um, can we go inside, please?” Vyki asks in her highly modified voice.

Molly steps back from her husband at the odd sound of his voice and cautiously says, “sure,” as she walks inside holding the door open.

Vyki cringes as every step is still sending sensations up her body, and is quickly bombarded by questions from Molly.

“What’s with that voice?” Molly presses but getting an annoyingly blank stare she continues, “or hell that outfit? Fuck! <BUZZ> Where the hell have you been???” Molly continued her obvious frustration growing quickly as she escalated quickly back to her earlier anger stance before she was worried, he was dead in a ditch.

“Really, its a long...”

Annoyed at the child like sound of his voice and his obvious attempt at evading, she was not in the mood for tolerating his games as her patience left hours ago and interrupted his divergence, “Long story my ass! Lou called me this morning to say you had to rest there but he couldn’t tell me why you didn’t call to let me know, more over where the hell you’ve been since then!!”

“My phone was dead...” Vyki started

“Likely fucking <BUZZ> story! I called the hotel room and the manager answered. He told me how the cleaning crew caught you and that whore <BUZZZZZ> after checkout time, but by the time the manager got there you had skated and left the poor girl to her own devices. Hell, that was at least hours ago.”

Vyki was really getting tired of this damn gadget and just wanted to get out of this whole thing. She was trying to hold back the stimulation barely stopping the moan from escaping.

Seeing him whimper before her was not helping her find sympathy. “You know what. I’m obviously getting hangry as I hadn’t had anything to eat since late yesterday. I was about to go out treat myself to a late lunch to try to calm my nerves and tell myself my husband was probably okay and I was just overreacting. Since you’re here now & okay, you can come with me now and explain why you look like a whore <BUZZZZ> and sound like a two-bit bimbo.” <BUZZZZZZ>

“I can’t like this. I need to..."

“You’re absolutely right! I don’t want to be seen with you like that either.” Molly says, reaching into the hall closet. She pulls out one of her stash of quick dresses. “Take that off and put this on,” she says holding up a short, flowery, fit and flare dress Paul loved to see Molly in, but she felt was obscenely short for commando, so she never wore.

Vyki’s eyes went wide and was not interested in prolonging this further, “how about I just stay here and get...”

“PAUL!” Molly said very forcefully, "I am not waiting around to hear this story and you are not skating out of it this time. And after you’ve been trollopping around in that streetwalker <BUZZZ> uniform all day, this should be fit for church!” Molly said in a nearly frantically maniacal chatter before getting deadly serious, “now strip and put it on.”

Vyki was still having a hard enough time focusing & arguing basic items, but with her wife of several decades she was at a near loss. Meekly she removed her top and skirt and took the offered dress, while Molly took the gas station bag filled with Vyki’s keys & items and dumped the contents in a spare purse. “Won’t need that skank bag again.”

Looking at her disrobed husband, Molly briefly admired the quality of his fake tits & severity of his corset as her eyes traveled further down. “Fuck toy?” <BUZZ> Molly asked incredulously seeing the thong. “Pretty sure that’s not the one Katie gave you.”

Vyki quickly pulled the dress over her head and fought with it over her chest; an indication of how it would be tighter on her than the other girl, but she managed to get it down none the less.

Looking at her husband, Molly was surprised they were actually going to do this, but she didn’t want to look like a complete joke or a wreck. His hair was a little worse for wear and he had a bit of aroma to him. “Don’t have patience to get you fully cleaned up, so we’ll do a few quick fixes,” Molly instructed as she dropped into mommy mode opening the drawer in the front entry and pulled out her emergency brush, spray conditioner, and night out perfume.

“Stand still,” she said as she sprayed conditioner on his wig while she brushed it out. She proceeded to do a simple style of the wig to make it look semi presentable. She then took the perfume and sprayed his neck, wrists, pits, thighs, before spraying up the skirt with a giggle.

“Really,” Vyki squeaked putting her hand on her hip. As Molly looked at her husband, she was truly shocked at just how girly he looked. She could almost see a mature version of their daughter in him.

Sniffing the air, Vyki’s mind was quickly assaulted with many amorous nights between Paul & Molly in many ravaging events. She could feel her heart rate rise and breathing increase. Sniffing again she begins to ask, “is that...”

Hearing his altered voice broke her out of her mild shock as Molly shook her head to get her back to task at hand as she heard her stomach grumble. “Yes, its the perfume you like on me: ‘Pure Instinct’. Its what’s handy and will mask your natural state until later.” Tossing the small vial in the extra purse, Molly shoved the purse at her husband, grabbed her car keys, opened the front door and ushered him out. “Let’s go, hun.” Once out the door, she locked the door and headed to her car. “We got a lot to talk about.”

“I’m sorry, hun, I need to get out of all this,” Vyki said as she turned to the door.

“Suit yourself,” Molly said over her shoulder, “feel free to go talk to the neighbors too if you want, but I doubt you’ll be getting inside.” Molly opened the driver side of her car, “I changed all the door codes last night after you left.”

Vyki looked at the door then back at Molly. She could see people in the distance but no one immediately nearby but couldn’t figure out a better solution. Stomping her heel in frustration, adding to the appearance of petulant, overgrown child, Vyki clicked after Molly, internally cursing her trapped cock twitching with every step.

Opening the car door after Molly started the car, Vyki swiped the dress under her as she sat down, feeling her hands and then seat on her bare upper thighs and even ass reminded her just how short this dress was. Buckling herself in and adjusting the strap between her fake tits, she tossed the purse with her precious key inside in her lap and sat sullenly.

Before long, the Vadget randomly activated a demo action again and Vyki bit her lip trying hard to calm down her overly excited lust. She wasn’t sure if it was the relatively familiarity of the car, the naughtiness of the situation, the proximity of Molly, or combination of all of it, but something about what the Vadget was doing seemed to be turning her on even more than normal; that scared Vyki more than most other things.

As Molly was driving, she could see her husband’s distress but it seemed like something more than just what was apparent. She worried she was perhaps pushing him too far. Maybe she was just acting out anger. Breaking the silence she asks, “you okay, hun?”

Vyki could think of a million possible reasons to scream out why she wasn’t, but it suddenly dawned on her that Molly probably had a charge cable and her phone was in this purse. She could finally stop this damn thing. Looking around frantically, “do you have a phone charger?”

Molly was having a really hard time taking that voice seriously and asked with a giggle, “why? Gotta check the ‘gram? See if you're trending?”

“Nooo...” Vyki whined cringing at her own voice.

They sat there for a few more minutes in silence before the Vadget activated again and Vyki was inspired to finally confess. “You know that toy... the Gadget?”

Molly had to shift in her seat at just the mention of it as her own memories of deliciously vicious thing ran through her head. “Ya....”

“So, I had an idea when I got curious about the one Sir <BUZZ> Bill asked you to show me.” Vyki chided herself mentally for using the title with him but more so for using the damn trigger. “I took it apart and realized it’s components could be arranged differently to fit in different form factors.”

“K?”

“I brought up the idea to the people Katie was ordering these fake tits and stuff from and how they could integrate it with their pieces.”

Molly was really having a hard time not picturing a school girl talking about her parent’s project. “Get to the point, Paul.”

“They loved the idea and built a prototype and integrated it into the fake vagina they sent me.”

Molly drifted near the curb as she realized what he just said, “you’re wearing the Gadget right now?!?”

“Yes.”

“And you’ve been wearing it since yesterday?”

“Yes.”

“Why don’t you take it off??”

“It's integrated to this thing and it's glued on.”

“And the solvent is in the safe that Lou had the key to?”

“Uh-huh”

“And who has control?” Molly asked wearily that Bill was getting power hungry again.

“That’s just it!” Vyki said feeling it rev up, “no one does! It died last night and Lou charged it up while I was sleeping and now its stuck in demo mode but my phone is dead!”

Molly immediately found the closest parking lot, a closed business park in this case, and pulled over.

“How long as it been in demo mode?” Molly asked in a panic. She remembered Bill using it to show her some of the features and she was ready to rip it out after it had driven her mad within 5 minutes.

“I don’t know,” Vyki answered honestly as she didn’t look at clocks earlier, “maybe a few of hours.”

The car lurched to a stop as Molly slammed the brakes in shock. “A few hours?!?” she shouted.

Vyki was getting scared of her again and just nodded.

Molly just realized something and pulled out her phone, “did you use the same account as the other Gadget?”

“Ya?” Vyki said trying to figure out what she was getting at.

Pulling up her apps list, she scrolled through finding the never used app. Opening it, she was glad to see the saved login still worked. “Got it!”

“Really?” Vyki said leaning over to look at her phone. She wasn’t sure why she didn’t think of it, but she was glad Molly did. She always found Molly’s intelligence, but to see Molly using it to basically save her was intoxicating.

Pulling up the other device, she sees the big “Demo Mode Enabled” button and immediately disables it. “There you go! Its off now.”

“Really?” Vyki asked again enthusiastically. “You sure?”

“I don’t, slut,” Molly said remembering one of the main triggers from her 5 minutes in hell, “is it?”

“I don’t know!” Vyki said exasperated, “its not like it tells me anything.”

Molly looks at him trying to figure out if he was just playing a ditz or really didn’t get it. “Did it do anything when I said ‘slut’?”

Vyki thought back trying to remember but can’t think of noticing and just shook her head. “Don’t think so.”

“I think you would have noticed. Would have felt something like this,” Molly said as she sent a vibrating pulse and was impressed with the near immediate response from Paul’s face. It was kind of nice being on this side of it as she stopped in.

“No,” Vyki said shaking her head emphatically, “nothing like that.”

“Then its safe to say it's out of demo mode,” Molly said thoughtfully as she looked through settings. She broke out into a quick laugh as she saw the named, “’Vadget’?” she said with a giggle.

Vyki was a little embarrassed by the cheesy name, “ya, Vagina+Gadget... kind of a working title.”

“Oh no,” Molly exclaimed, “you’re down to 10% battery!”

“It’s fine. I think it's done.”

“Actually...” Molly said with a bit of mischievous grin.

“What?” Vyki cautiously asked.