Jerk off...

Coming through her front door she hurriedly made her way to her bedroom. Sarina's poor baby cock had been hard as a rock all night trapped inside her fake monster, and she desperately wanted to cum. As she got to her room, she hurriedly stripped out of all her clothes, pausing for only a moment to admire her new look, before desperately ripping off the hairy merkin and going to work on the prosthetic. She had to look very closely to find the seams, but once she did she began clawing at it trying to pull it away from her body. After a couple of minutes of this however, the material had not peeled even an inch. She desperately ran to her bed for the box with the instructions, wondering if perhaps she had done something wrong. Maybe there was a special remover liquid to get it off? The adhesive was supposed to be quite effective after all.

She grabbed the box and pulled the instruction packet out. She began flipping through pages looking for something useful until she found a section titled "Removal." As she poured over the words, her expression slowly transitioned to one of horror. Apparently she hadn't read the fine print closely enough. The adhesive was extremely effective, and could withstand virtually any contact with water, or any other fluids. It was stronger than super glue, and if ripped off improperly could even rip skin with it. Apparently the adhesive had an effective period that it would remain attached depending on how much you used, since it came with instructions for mixing. The more water in the adhesive, the less time it lasted, with an effective timeframe ranging anywhere from a day to a month!

Sarina collapsed on her bed in shock. She had been so proud of this thing. She had gotten laid because of this thing. This massive cock gave her access to anything she might have wanted in the past, but been to timid or unable to achieve because of her tiny micro-dick. But now it also took away her ability to cum! She groaned in frustration as she began pulling on the massive fake meat between her legs, and humping her hips into her hands trying desperately to get some stimulation on her poor throbbing penis inside the prosthetic, but to no avail. the tube holding her dick in place was too tight, and allowed no room for movement, and the pouch for her balls was just big enough that she couldn't even feel anything touching her poor diminutive sack.

Suddenly she had a thought. How long had she doomed herself for? She snatched the manual back up and began flipping pages till she found the mixture ratios. She racked her brain trying to remember how much she had used, and how long she would be stuck in here for.....