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Chapter 4 by PaperGold PaperGold

... and how does she react?

She's awake, but doesn't really care

You meet her gaze. Like a deer in headlights, you freeze again, waiting for your impending doom: screams, your parents coming to her room, and probably the end of your life as you're going to be sent to a mental institution and-

"So are you going to wipe or what?"

You blink. What is she talking about? Where is the panic? Where is the horror? Where are the gasps, the screams, the "what the fuck did you just do you little shit" and the likes?

"Come on, I have to get out of bed at some point, and it'd be unsanitary for you to go without wiping yourself!"

You blink again. You must have gone mad. Or maybe she did. Or maybe both of you? Is this a YouTube thing? Is some vlogger going to get out of her cupboard yelling "PRANK'D!" or something? And let's say you wanted to wipe, where is the toilet paper anyway? Try as you might, you can't spot any in the room. How are you supposed to wipe if there's no paper?!

"Hello? Lucy to Jack? What's with you today? Finally snapped? Can you please get on with it and wipe? I swear my clothes aren't going to eat you!"

Third time's the charm, you blink yet again. She wants you to wipe on her PJs. That's what she wants you to do. No, scratch that: that's what she needs you to do, else, by her own confession, she wouldn't be able to get out of bed. Driven by both the surreal circumstances and Lucy's pressing, nagging voice, you lower yourself in order to get the head of your cock close to the bottom of her pajama pants...

"Nuh-uh, not there. I'd like to keep the bottom dry, thank you very much. Wipe on my thigh instead."

You startle at her voice, then slowly move to try and reach her thigh with your dick. Soon, you realize that you'll have to climb on her bed to reach it, and you do so as Lucy spreads her legs wide open to provide better acces to you.
Which means you're now on all fours, lowering your dick onto her widely spread legs, trying to rub it against her inner thigh. The sexuality of the situation isn't lost on you, but you're thankfully way too scared and confused right now to get anything more than a semi-chub.

"There we go! Now could you please not stop here for an eternity next time, some of us have plans for their day besides being the toilet."

With this final bout of snark, Lucy slides from under you, put on some slippers, and without further ado or bothering to change clothes, get out of her room, leaving you to ponder what the hell just happened.

How quickly do you adapt? And more importantly: what happens next?

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