Just agree.

The voice had a point. This silly loop of metal was so dissatisfying, so hard and so unwielding. A mere shell for holding an object of a very specific shape that was missing. Jen's stretched chin was resting on the hand that was holding the shelf, heavy exhales were leaving through the girl's forcefully open mouth.

The feeling of incompleteness was stronger than ever on this one. In addition, Jen was tired enough to state that she did not want to spend the rest of her energy arguing with an imaginary friend.

"I just want best for you, silly. There's nothing but pleasure behind my friendly advice."

Jen let go of the shelf and took a stride down the rows. {If Sleepsack with her = true}The sleepsack's weight immediately began holding her back, so she threw it off her shoulder with a surprising lot of fury. The belts fell onto the tiles with a single heavy thud.

"No mercy. You know what you're doing, so keep your head forward."{endif}

Her stance was {If Sleepsack with her = true}indeed {endif}straight. Skirt as tight as before and heels and high and loud as before, she was now bearing them as necessities. For this brief moment Jen was certain in what she had to do, and she cherished this moment. Anything for a dick in her mouth, and she would find them even if these eye openings were twice as small.

Finally, she felt far enough and started to open the shelves one after another. Her mouth was still leaky, and each drop running down her bare chest felt annoying and dirty.

After a few shelves of nothing too exciting, Jen found a giant black phallus. It was, in fact, so giant that she hesitated for a while. Was it even going to fit inside? What about her gag reflex?

"Reflexes can be trained. Mouth can be stretched. You are strong enough, baby. This treat is for you and you only."

This was enough of an assurance. Before any silly doubt or reason entered her mind, Jen pushed the black dildo into the metal ring, and it passed reluctantly with horrible squeaks once every few seconds.

With a final pop, the device reached the back of the girl's throat and settled in place firmly, leaving the flat end outside. Jen could feel the keyhole unraveling in the middle.

"We're already used to keyholes, right? It would be much better if there was a print that would say 'YES, THERE'S A COCK INSIDE'."

While the voice was rambling, Jen descended to the floor and gagged effortlessly. The dildo was too big, but it was not going anywhere! Its base wrapped itself neatly around the metal ring in her hood, and it was going to stay. Just like everything else she was wearing.

"You're uncomfortable because you are struggling. I feel your strain and I feel your stress. Let me give you one more friendly advice. Let it go. Accept it. You are bound to your attire because you were fated to. You are a ****, but you are also a queen. From different points of view. Take the best one and stay there forever."

Something shifted in this exact moment. Jen raised her head and tried to understand what happened.

"Stand up."

And she stood up.

"Good time of day, sweetheart. How do you feel?"

But she could not really answer even in her mind, as her own voice of reason and critical thinking was lost beyond retrieve. Instead, it was filled by luscious epithets put there from outside. Her feet lied perfectly in her shoes. The hurting did not count and the pleasure did. Same for the blindingly white skirt. Both of Jen's dildos were pushing her insides' limits, but that came with completion. She wrapped her hands around her new sleek rubber head and traveled down the perfectly contoured cheeks with her fingers.

The sensory response was overwhelming, and she could not help but moan as she approached the source of this very sound. Her sealed open mouth that was voluptuously deep-throating an impossibly giant black dildo. Jen could hear the platforms of her shoes squeal as her toes turned inwards very slowly. Yes, the first toy she found was still doing its job well.

"It was such a good idea, wasn't it?"

{If Sleepsack with her = true}Jen tried a few more straight steps, but her knees were so weak she barely made it to the sleepsack that was lying flat where she threw it.

"Much better than on the tiles, yeah."

{else}Jen tried a few more straight steps, but her knees were so weak she had to open one of the lower shelves and climb inside.{endif}

Moaning more intensely, the girl kept one hand over her hard nipples that were longing for some warmness for a while already, while the other tried to get a hold of her dildo under the skirt. White latex refused to cooperate, however, so Jen tried to push it instead.

The very first push made her see stars. One of her stretched-out heels banged against a tile as Jen tried to share her intense orgasm with the hall she was in, but got stopped by her gag effectively. She was so happy and so grateful to her voice for leading her into this moment, which was just the beginning of a path towards endless pleasure. The only important thing around here.

Yes.

Of course.

Indubitably.

Just agree.