Yes, but it's untouched

To Mia's dismay, the ice cubes weren't the only new objects to **** her pussy today. As the train rumbled along to Sarah's house and the doll, Mia's heart raced as she felt a small, squishy object press against her pussy lips. She bit her lower lip, trying to stay calm as the train continued along its journey.

The object felt soft and plump to the touch, and she couldn't help but gasp as it slid inside her. It was followed by another, and another, until a small series of soft elastic-y balls filled her vagina. She tried to imagine what they could be. They weren't much bigger than a marble, but they were also much softer.

Mia tried to ignore the sensations, but the more balls were inserted, the more her pussy clenched around them. As the train rumbled on, Mia could feel the balls moving inside her, each one massaging her insides as it rolled around. Her face flushed as the sensations inside her pussy grew in intensity, and she couldn't help but squirm uncomfortably in her seat. How was this happening?

Could Troy have gotten back the doll? How would he even have found it? It didn't make any sense.

Could Sarah have found the doll? She'd seen the lockbox, but Mia still had the key. Even if Sarah had found the doll, how would she know what it does?

But clearly, someone had found it, and was now using the doll to play with her, to tease her. The thought of a miniature version of her, legs spread wide as someone reached between them and played with her spread and exposed pussy, made Mia feel powerless, and a little bit aroused.

Mia tried to focus on the passing buildings in the train window to distract herself, but it was difficult when the objects inside her were moving and rolling more and more with each passing moment. Occasionally, she'd feel the brush of a finger at her entrance, and she began to suspect that whoever was doing this was purposely stirring up the balls inside her.

When the train finally arrived at Sarah's house, Mia exited the carriage on wobbly legs, moaning softly at the unfamiliar sensations as she stood up. She had to find out what was happening with the doll. Her heart pounded as she raced up the stairs to Sarah's apartment, each step jolting the balls inside her, stimulating her in ways she had never imagined.

As she stormed into Sarah's living room, breathing heavily, she found her friend sitting on the couch, dressed only in a t-shirt and panties.

"Mia, you're back early!" Sarah said, looking innocently surprised. "Did something happen at the lecture?"

Mia's hands trembled as she clenched them into fists. "Sarah, is it you?" she growled.

Sarah's eyes widened further, and she leaned away from Mia, looking genuinely shocked. "Mia, what are you talking about?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly.

"Have you been messing with the doll?" Mia accused, her voice trembling with anger and arousal. Her eyes scanned the couch. "Where's my lockbox? The one from my car?"

Sarah looked around the room, but saw nothing. "I- I don't know, Mia," she stammered. "But I swear, I never touched it. What's with the attitude?"

Mia thought for a second. She'd left it here, hadn't she? Suddenly, her pussy clenched around the balls inside her, and she let out a small moan. No, she hadn't clenched, it was like something clamped around her pussy, forcing her to. The stimulation made Mia weak at the knees, and she buckled to the floor in a heap.

Head now low to the ground, Mia spotted something wooden sitting underneath the couch, and scrambled over to it, pushing Sarah's legs aside. She shoved her arm underneath the couch, and felt relief as her hand closed around the familiar wooden box.

"Here!" she yelled, holding it up to Sarah triumphantly. "Now tell me who's been messing with it!"

Sarah shook her head, looking genuinely bewildered. "I don't know, Mia," she repeated. "I'm sorry, but I don't really understand."

Still on her knees, Mia retrieved the key from her bag, and opened up the lockbox. The doll sat there, untouched. What was going on?

Sarah's eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the doll. "What is that?" she asked Mia, "Is that... you?"

By Sarah's reaction, Mia immediately realised that she had never even seen the doll. Mia knelt there panting heavily, trying to figure it out, but the her torment wouldn't stop. She could feel the squishy balls rolling and moving inside her pussy, each one massaging her individually. Whatever was happening had nothing to do with the doll, and it scared Mia that someone else had control over her.

As she began to process, another soft, curved object pressed at Mia's entrance, threatening to join the balls already inside her. Mia gasped as the phallic object pushed past her pussy lips, pushing the balls to the side and stretching out her pussy further. The sensations were too much to bear. Mia's pussy clenched around the intruder as she felt the heat building between her legs, and rising up through her body. Then, Mia felt one more of the small squishy balls slowly get pressed against her clit, and begin to roll around.

Sarah watched in disbelief and arousal as Mia seemingly doubled over, possessed. She had never seen her friend look so out of control. And then, suddenly, Mia exploded. Her body arched backward, and she let out a long, loud moan of pure pleasure.

The sensations inside Mia's pussy were overwhelming, and already sensitive from the events of her lecture, Mia came harder than she ever had before. Her hips bucked wildly as her orgasm took over, her skirt flipping backward in the process. Mia's soaked white panties, now practically see through, were on full display to Sarah, as Mia's pussy ran through a series of orgasmic contractions, trying to clamp down on the phantom balls that weren't there.

When Mia finally collapsed forward onto the couch, she was a broken woman. Her eyes were glazed over, and her breath came in ragged gasps. Soon she felt pressure in the back of her vagina; she was being squeezed like a toothpaste tube. Her pussy walls clenched, and she felt her still throbbing entrance **** to eject the balls one by one. After a moment, they were finished, but when she checked her soaking panties, there was nothing there. Whatever the balls had been, they were gone now.

Troy wasn't sure what had possessed him to do it. He had seen Mia's untouched lunch sitting in the fridge, and been inspired. Initially he'd been drawn to the banana, but it turned out the grapes had been much more fun. Just seeing how many he could fit inside her had been a fun experiment, watching as the fleshlight's lips opened wider to contain them all.

After he slid in the 12th grape, Troy paused for a moment to admire his handiwork. He reached in and poked the grapes. Even though they were packed firmly inside, there was still a bit of give. Troy looked back to Mia's lunch on the table, to the banana, and inspiration once again took hold.

With a smirk, Troy picked up the banana and slowly pushed it inside the fleshlight, causing the grapes to shift and squish against each other. He twisted and turned the banana to try and fit it further into the Mia pussy tube, and chuckled to himself imagining what Mia must be feeling.

Soon it was clear the pussy had reached its limit, but Troy decided to take things one step further. He now recognised the signs Mia was aroused, the enlarged clit, the swollen lips. He took one of the remaining grapes, licked it, and then pushed it gently against her clit. Slowly he applied pressure, and rolled it in a circle, and along with the other stimulation, soon Mia was cumming, her pussy clenching around her own lunch.

After giving Mia a few moments to recover, Troy took a step back and admired his work. The bulging pussy lips glistened with a mix of Mia's juices and squashed grape residue, while a pool of fluid leaked out from underneath. It was beautiful.

Troy was rock hard as he reached behind the fleshlight, and carefully squeezed the grapes back out. He watched as each one slowly emerged from Mia's pussy, coated in pussy juices and squished into a mushy mass. He scooped the gooey, half destroyed grapes into a bowl, and put them to the side. They were unrecognisable from their earlier state. He hoped Mia wouldn't miss her lunch too much, but he was sure she'd have other things on her mind.

Sarah stood over the couch, staring at Mia in lust and confusion. She had a lot of questions. What was happening here? Had Mia gone insane, and more importantly, did she just have a giant orgasm right in the living room? Why did she have a custom doll of herself? Why was it nude? Why did the sight of Mia like this make Sarah so wet?

Sweaty and exhausted, Mia propped herself up from the floor to look at Sarah. The sensations had stopped for now, and Sarah was looking at her expectantly. She had to explain.

"Troy," Mia breathed, her voice thick with exhaustion and frustration. "Somehow, he made a voodoo doll of me. I found it in his room."

Sarah glanced over at the doll in the lockbox, eyes wide in amazement. She reached out to pick it up, only to be interrupted by Mia.

"Don't!" Mia yelled, and Sarah withdrew her hand. "I- I feel what the doll feels. The sensations, the touch, um, everything. Troy used it to toy with me."

"That fucker!" Sarah glanced back to Mia with concern. "Mia, you should report him!"

Mia shook her head. "I don't think anyone would believe me. Not without showing them the doll, and then..." she trailed off. "I can't let anyone else get hold of it!"

Sarah furrowed her brow as she tried to process the information. "So, if the doll is here, and no one's touched it, then what just happened?"

Mia's eyes turned dark. "It means there must be another one."