A Corrupted Water Bottle

What had been a tapered metal insulated bottle was now a perforated almost hour glass shape. The flat lid now sported a cone making the whole thing resemble some sort of dildo.

"Candice. Is something wrong." Stewart interjected, staring at the clearly distracted Candice.

"Uh no... Sorry sir, just grabbing my water bottle." Candice quickly stopped gawking at the bottle twisting off the oddly warm feeling lid and quickly mouthing a swig before recapping and placing the bottle on the table.

As the meeting resumed Candace felt even more parched. What should have been water was clearly not. But the instant it hit her tongue she wanted more.

As the meeting went on she favoured the occasional sip, relishing each sip like a fine wine. While being conscientious of not guzzling outrightly from the bottle. As much as her wanting to do that, and more.

As the meeting carried on her mind drifted into thoughts of watching Shirley. Shirley was a heavier set girl with tits that each easily matched the size of her head.

In her thoughts Shirley would start jerking off the guys at the table, or start by opening her top to unleash her bare breasts. They all eventually started leading to thoughts of jealously watching Shirley gangbanged, her body changing with almost every thrust of cock until suddenly there were two thinner still heavily endowed Shirleys at the table.

Candice kept shaking herself back to reality but her mind kept wandering back to the fantasy of the odd orgy. By the time the meeting was over she imagined both Shirleys having turned into red skinned devil women of some kind.

After the meeting Candice found her sopping wet panties somewhat uncomfortable. She casually strolled to the washroom pretending like everything was perfectly normal, another couple gulps of her water bottle along the way.

Once there she rushed into locking herself within a stall, removing her panties felt completely refreshing, liberating even. Honestly, why did she even bother wearing any? She wondered.

She reached into her purse and grabbed the water bottle once more.

It was odd how it always felt warm to the touch, questions about what had happened to it and where this one had come from had vanished with each sip after tantalizing sip.

She finished removing her panties and began to wonder what to do with them.

Candice grabbed another sip from the water bottle a tingling sensation traversed her body causing her to release a pleasure filled gasp.

Odd this bottle hadn't emptied yet, but did that really matter? This stuff was wonderful, she thought to herself.

She glanced at her phone, once more gazing at the incubus. The background had changed, now there were two succubi playing with his cock. As she gazed at it she could almost imagine that cock being stroked hard before her as she sat there spread eagle eager to take it... Eager to be taken by it.

Candice squealed with sudden pleasure, she looked down eyes having shot wide open with shock.

There in her right hand was the water bottle, it's lid having already penetrated into her. She couldn't think of how it got there or why she would even dare to masturbate with such a thing, here of all places too!

But it felt so gooood... She toyed with it a bit, relishing the lid being twisted within her. She wondered why this felt so good, the cylinder seemed to be warming up, and she could swear the perforations were moving around what little she had inserted in her. She fought to keep herself from falling to the floor as pleasure tore through her.

She threw her head back breathing heavily as the pleasure coursed through her body only to gasp and look down to see the bottle was now inserted half way into her. The top bulge of it almost felt like it was shifting up and down the bottle, the perforations feeling as if the were rotating around it.

Candice bit hold of her wrist trying to muffle the moans and cries of pleasure escaping her mouth.

As climaxes repeatedly hit, all she wanted to do was just sink into a puddle under the pleasure. Half knowing she had to pull the bottle out but feeling no reason too, if anything more reasons not too. More reasons for even more.

As another gasp escaped her she heard the door.

"Shit," she muttered under her breath she scrambled to pull the violator from within. Exhaling heavily at the interruption she scrambled to straighten herself up in the stall before she bolted right out of the washroom, mostly afraid to be seen by anyone else.

God she was horny. She half wanted to go jump Michael in his cubicle, but at the same time he was bound to banter about it after.

Candice sat at her desk going through a mental check list of who she could just go and fuck discreetly. After all, she didn't want to be the gossip around the office... did she? Oh how nice it would be to prove every guy, or even girl right about any suspicion of how slutty she could be. Half to find out how slutty she could be in the process of trying to seduce each one.

Michael was too much of a braggart. But she could use that...

Dave just came off as sexually inert. A challenge...

Stewart was the boss, so he couldn't, and likely wouldn't. But there had to be fantasies of fucking his underlings...

Shirley was a gossip... why was she thinking about Shirley? Those two Shirley's though... One for eat tit... One to eat her out, another to eat out... But there was only one Shirley.

Rich. He was a submissive awkward guy, but he wasn't prone to talking. All the better to build her confidence in this new... Promiscuity she was feeling.