PRELIMINARIES
"uhh - uhh - uhhhh YEAHHHHH!"
Brent grunted and arched backward, cum spewing through his clenched fingers, legs splayed as he watched Stacy pinch her big nipples and call out his name over and over. Her voice echoed and vibrated with undeniable passion, eyes staring hotly into his, bouncing up and down more and more urgently as his own orgasm approached -
Then the video shut off, and he was just fisting himself, spewing against the underside of his desk and onto the carpet, groaning. She had been THAT close! The website prompt showed him how many credits he had left, and it wasn't enough to get something really satisfying. Frustrated, Brent pushed his chair back away from the computer, got up on shaky legs, and padded naked and sticky to the bathroom in order to clean himself up.
When he returned, the screen was littered with pop-up ads. Grumbling, he cleared them one by one, then paused at the last one. This was new, he thought. "Your BestMatch Lifepartner(tm) - Designed and personalized to YOUR physique, YOUR preferences, YOUR satisfaction! One-month FREE trial! Money-back Guarantee!" The pictures in the ad flashed by too quickly to be clear - lights reflected off rubber or latex, thick engorged nipples followed by glistening open red lips.
Well, free was free. Brent would get more than his money's worth for a month, maybe longer, before the company wanted money that he didn't have. Meanwhile, he had to get dressed, spray some air freshener, and go get something for the refrigerator and pantry.
ANTICI- PATION
Mondays were always hell. There were snarls of traffic to get through, lousy coffee at the office, and the usual morning staff meeting with snide comments about his code quality. As if his manager really cared – everyone on the team knew that SOB was fuzzing the numbers anyway to get the bitch of a VP to open her legs for him. Anyway, Brent's code was always just good enough that his manager could only screw him out of his bonus, nothing more.
But this Monday was different. Brent had been going to bed early and eating better, and his mind was sharper for it. His manager was away at a conference, so Brent wasn't getting interrupted by stupid micromanaging inquiries. But best of all, he received the notification that his delivery was arriving. It was the first of March, and his life was about to change!
Brent ground through his project tasks, actually joined his coworkers at lunch, and had the most satisfying and fulfilling Monday of his life. Even his coworkers noticed that his usual grumpy self-isolation was gone. It took far too long to get to the end of the workday, and after that, the drive home seemed interminable. As he turned into his driveway, he could see the crate sitting at his front door; he almost drove through the closed garage door in his excitement.
OPENING THE PRESENT
He dragged the crate inside, searched through his garage for something to get it open, and finally wedged the top off, then detached the sides. Inside was a mass of heavy plastic vacuum-packed around something coffee-colored. The two sheets of paper taped to the plastic gave him brief instructions – release the vacuum, oil the surface before initial use, battery installation, return required before trial expiration, warnings about overuse, yada yada yada, and of course the invoice – as if he cared about that.
He set the misshapen plastic cube in the center of his living room, found the release button, and pressed it. The outer thick plastic layer started expanding with a bubbling hiss, its contents starting to become visible and take shape. Impatiently, he tugged at the outer layer until it loosened and fell off. His new girlfriend slowly continued unfolding and growing; five and a half feet of smooth, slick Latina flesh, with big breasts and wide, dark nipples, everything catching and reflecting the light.
He found the packet marked "moisturize on opening" and oiled up every square inch of the body. Whatever she was made of, it felt totally like skin, warm under his hands as he smeared and massaged the oil over and around her body, and into each of her openings.
Brent couldn't wait. He yanked his clothes off, his cock harder and thicker than he could ever remember, and jammed himself up into her pussy, his thighs slapping against hers as he panted and puffed and almost immediately exploded, feeling the hot sensations where his own cum inside made her grip around him even more slippery. Finally, groin emptied, he collapsed atop her.
"I'm gonna call you Gwen – Gwen Stacy." Brent thought he had ordered a blonde, but that didn't seem to matter now. He slowly rolled off of Gwen and looked up vaguely at the ceiling, his cock soft and dangling between his thighs.
BATTERIES INCLUDED
When Brent could move, he went to get a washcloth and a towel. But when he returned and pushed her thighs apart, there wasn't any mess to clean up. Confused, he looked for the two-page manual from the crate. Hmmm, ah, there it was – the material maintains its resiliency through liquid absorption. He looked at Gwen and grinned. There wouldn't be any shortage of liquid to be absorbed.
The manual showed him how to install the battery pack. He had to position Gwen on her hands and knees, and pry that deliciously full ass open, then feel inside for a gap. When he found it and wriggled his finger into it, a panel opened at the side of her right asscheek. He picked up the battery pack, tapped the "activate" pad, and slid it inside. The panel closed automatically; he couldn't even see a seam where it had been, and as much as he rubbed and probed at Gwen's ass, he couldn't feel the battery pack. Impressive stuff.
After a long nap, Brent lifted Gwen and moved her from his living room to his bedroom. He never had company, but one couldn't be too careful.
LILACS OUT OF THE DEAD LAND
Things at the office improved over the next several weeks. Brent hit a hot streak of creative coding, and both his colleagues and his manager noticed. Brent even got invited to some of the after-work bar crawls, but he just said the work was really taking it out of him and he needed to go home and crash.
Of course, work wasn't what was taking it out of him. Gwen was getting it from him. First, her thick lips and tight mouth for his morning blowjob, leaving his cock limp but giving him energy. Then, after work, straddling her chest to spurt between her breasts then fucking her missionary or doggy or both in the same session. Brent was in a happy space, with more sex than he could have imagined and a Stacy guaranteed not to turn him down. And he didn't even have to buy her presents!
The month of March was almost half over before Brent decided he was ready to try that third hole.
He arranged Gwen on her hands and knees, and put some lube around and into her asshole. Then he went around and opened her mouth so she could get his cock all warmed up for the new treat. God, what her mouth did to him – but he managed to pull back out before he came.
Now he pried her ass open, staring at her asshole flaring like an invitation, and pushed his cock inside.
There was no resistance at all, just the moist clinging of her body taking every inch of him. When he was fully sunk inside, unexpectedly, her ass tightened and clung around him. Brent yelped and started seriously fucking, fast and intense. The sensation drove him crazy, his balls filling taut and heavy till he started cumming. AHHHHH… it was like her ass was milking him, over and over, until he nearly passed out.
Brent rolled onto his back and struggled to clear his head, panting thickly. Even as much as he'd pumped into Gwen's ass, his cock was still half-hard. He just didn't have the energy to do anything about it as his eyes slid shut.
HOME IMPROVEMENT
By the end of the third week, Brent was a new man. He earned the weekly productivity bonus, and was finally a fully accepted member of the same team that had considered him beneath notice.
At home, he had Gwen Stacy to keep him busy and in shape - sex is great calisthenics, and he moved her from one room to another with his momentary whims and constant desire. She did seem heavier than when he'd first brought her home; her breasts were even fuller than they started, but that was probably the whole "absorbing moisture" thing. And the thing that happened inside her ass, when it felt like her ass was sucking him off - those vibrations were everywhere now, even when one morning he decided to get kinky and stick his cock under her armpit. He wound up spurting all the way to the coffee table.
It was one night while having plain, vanilla, missionary sex that he realized just how much Gwen had grown. Brent was pumping inside her and looking deep into her eyes, but he didn’t have to tilt his head down to see into them. So after he finished cumming, he got Gwen to a standing position to check. Indeed, where she'd been five-foot-six originally, she was now almost a half inch taller than his five-foot-eight. And she wasn't as trim as she'd been coming out of the box, either.
But she was still sex on wheels with eyes only for Brent, and a little cushion makes for better pushin', so Brent did her ass again and then went around to have her suck him off twice, casting all curiosity to the side.
CUSTOMER RETURN POLICY
The following Wednesday morning, a text popped up while Brent drove to work. "Trial Period over - invoice attached", it said, and there was a PDF attached. He had work to do, and anyway, there was always a grace period before the company would decide to turn his bill over to a collection agency.
Work was a blast - Brent had made Employee of the Month! There was a luncheon, and with a full stomach, Brent went back to his computer filled with even more energy. He'd celebrate different appetites later, with Gwen. He was riding the buzz all through the drive home, and as he walked in the door, he called out, "Oh Luuuucy, I'm Hoooome!" There wasn't any response, of course. But his good spirits continued as he discarded his clothing on the way to the bedroom, where Gwen was lying on the bed, quiet and ready for Brent to come fuck his brains out.
Brent wrapped her fingers around his semi-hard cock, and her hand moved just the way he liked, bringing him slowly to the edge of orgasm, before he pulled away this time. He climbed onto the bed, pushed her thighs apart, and let out a loud animal scream just like Tarzan - then drove his cock into her pussy hard and deep. The bed shook, and his arousal grew even more when Gwen wrapped her arms around him and squeezed, pussy latching tightly around his cock, heavy vibrations echoing into his balls. Brent's eyes defocused, and he went over a mental edge just fucking and humping like an animal in heat, deeper and deeper, hotter and hotter, his body sweaty and sticking to Gwen's form as the first orgasm was quickly followed by a second one.
Wait… since when did Gwen hug him of her own volition? It was so hard to think as her puss kept his cock trapped, aroused, milking him of everything he had inside. Brent struggled to make sense of what was happening, and as he looked at Gwen's face, she opened her mouth and a wide strip of tape came out. She tore it off and held it in front of Brent's blurred eyes: "Trial Period Exceeded – April 1 – Account in Collections."
Brent wasn't just sticking to Gwen from the sweaty sex, he was sinking into her flesh, the orgasms shredding his brain as he and his BestMatch LifePartner became the beast with two backs and finally a single quiescent five-foot-ten rubbery body, jiggling occasionally.
The front door opened, and three men in overalls tramped through the living room on their way to the bedroom. One of them reached deep into the body's ass to find and press a switch, whereupon the body collapsed upon itself. The men folded and rolled it into a crate, hammered it shut, and hauled it away, leaving only a newly printed offer for someone to get a trial installation.
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