As the doorbell rang, I was working in my home office, as I do pretty much every weekday. Working at home is very convenient for getting deliveries. I had to walk down three flights of stairs, as the courier wouldn’t carry the heavy package up. I signed for it and got to work carrying it up the stairs, trying my best to keep the crate upright as per the markings. It was not wooden, as I had expected, instead made out of several layers of cardboard – enough to protect the contents without adding too much weight.
After a while, I had the package back in my flat. I looked it over, curiosity peaking. But I didn’t have the time for it right now; I had some work to get done first.
The package sat untouched in my bedroom for another three to four hours. The extra wait would make little difference; it had already been on the road for three days. I had been watching the tracking page like a hawk.
That said, focus was elusive. I took any excuse to leave my office and glance at the package in passing, but I held back. The wait would only make it better, especially once I had nothing else on my plate.
Finally, I was done for the day. Laptop closed, screens off. Time to go and appreciate my custom order. It hadn’t been cheap, but you gotta splurge on yourself every now and then.
I grabbed my unboxing knife and cut through the reinforced tape, careful not to slice too deep into the box. It turned out my caution wasn’t necessary: The packaging was superb. They had taken care to ensure the contents were secured in an inner container that unfolded open.
After taking out the form-fitting packaging foam, I finally laid my eyes on the cutest sex toy money could buy. The female lying on a cushion of foam reacted to the sudden fresh air. I reached in to rub my hand over its belly and up to its bare breasts.
The care and maintenance instructions were fastened to the nipple piercing on the left tit. As my hand cupped the other, I felt it breathe in sharply – it was starved for touch and overstimulated quickly. I was delighted at the twitching as I freed the manual with a quick yank. I’m the kind of guy who reads the paperwork first.
My toy had been made from a female feline, as I had ordered. It was the standard model, grey body with black stripes. I continued playing with the piercing with one hand while I read, skipping over the bit congratulating me on my purchase. There were the usual instructions for feeding, cleaning and general maintenance; everything I needed to have fun with my toy for years to come.
I looked over the certificate of origin, skimming over the history of the female that had been made into my toy, and glancing at the signature at the end that proved its consent to the procedure – for whatever that was worth. There was no name, no other details; they didn’t matter. You wouldn’t name a vibrator, right?
My gaze wandered over my toy. Its face was hidden under a leather mask that covered its whole head, including the ears. Its lower face was hidden behind a muzzle, with tubes connecting to a small oxygen canister on one side and a water-bag on the other. I slipped the muzzle off, revealing my toy’s pink nose and the ring-gag keeping its jaws open. The ring-gag held a phallic object that filled its mouth and supplied water straight down its throat – I could see the bulge halfway down its neck. The contraption simultaneously secured the phallus and showed off my toy’s capabilities. Its head moved a little in reaction to the muzzle’s removal.
I brushed its lips back to check on what I had read earlier. Its teeth had been removed and replaced with a firm foam in a similar shape. This meant improved safety for me, all the while keeping its cute face intact. Without teeth, the toy wouldn’t be able to bite, but bare gums are not pleasing to look at - the foam is a nice solution.
While purchasing the toy, I had also bought a subscription for the feed sludge, which would be supplied through the same deep-throating phallus that had kept it hydrated during transport.
My toy probably expected me to remove the gag, but I left it in place for now. My hands wandered back down over its body, squeezing its breasts again.
The main appeal of this toy was the absence of its extremities. Its arms and legs had been removed at the joints, with nothing left but clean scars hidden under short fur. It looked elegant to me, leaving only the essence of the female form: Chest, belly, hips, and all the interesting holes.
My hand wandered over its belly and down over its lower abdomen. The manufacturer had perma-dyed their logo into my toy’s fur there. I didn’t mind much; it looked like a cute and tasteful womb tattoo. You had to allow for a bit of branding.
My toy’s lower folds were hidden behind another set of plugs, both of them strapped in tight. I probed a bit, pressing on the womb logo until I felt the shape of the dildo inside, lodged all the way up to the cervix. I unstrapped the vaginal plug, and I recalled the warning in the manual about the catheter stuck in its urethra. It was connected via a thin hose to that water-bag – in case the shipping had taken a little longer than expected.
The toy moaned into its gag as I pulled out the catheter, then the dildo. It was a delight to see its muscles ripple through the torso from the vivid sensations as I pulled and then pushed on the rather girthy rubber cock. Connected to it was an anal plug, snug and secure as well.
According to the info sheet, the female had not been used all that much before being turned into a toy. That just made its reactions even more cute. I pulled the faux-cock all the way out, followed by the plug, which turned out to be fashioned after a surprisingly large set of anal beads. I heard it breathing heavily. Its tail had also been removed to preserve its clean look.
I set the objects aside for now. Moving a finger down to play with the ring pierced through its clit, I tugged and prodded to see my toy’s reactions. I couldn’t help but smile; the piercing served to pull the little pink nub out from under its hood, to keep it visible and exposed.
I lifted the toy off its foam cushion and set it down onto my bed. In a moment I dropped my trousers and underwear, my cock already hard and ready to christen my new property.
After moving the female torso into position, I pulled out its phallic gag, leaving the ring in place. I tugged on its ponytail to move its head to the side. Its tongue searched around and found the tip of my cock, which the toy started licking eagerly.
I let it enjoy the taste for a while before sinking my cock into its mouth, deeper and deeper. I held my new toy’s head tight while I tested its limits. Its nose brushed against my thigh and I saw my member bulge its throat out, further down than the cock-gag had reached.
Enjoying the sensations from its mouth and throat, I kept my new property in this position for now. The plaything took my full length like a champ. I waited almost a full minute before pulling back a little.
Its tongue continued to savour my meat as I kept it halfway inserted. I looked over my toy, head wrapped in its leather mask that kept it blind and deaf, and decided to keep it that way for now. The ring-gag would stay as well. According to the manual, it was unable to speak due to modifications to its throat – that made it a better receptacle for my penis, too – but the gag looked cute for now.
Holding the toy’s head by the ponytail, I started thrusting into its mouth, enjoying the slick hole for a while. I got myself worked up and stopped once more with its snout pressed into my crotch, waiting for a moment.
Eventually, I pulled out of its mouth and turned its torso around. My spit-covered dick now rested on its folds – I would say between its legs, but it didn’t have any. Lubricating myself with its mouth might not have been necessary, as its slit was wet and ready for me. My toy enjoyed being used by its owner very much.
I moaned under my breath as I slowly inserted my cock into the willing hole. The dildo had left it slick, yet its walls still wrapped snugly around me. My toy was hot and eager; I could feel the ripples coursing through its body.
Gripping its waist, I started thrusting hard, smashing my tip against my toy’s cervix. All the pent-up desire I had accrued over the weeks, from ordering it, watching the transformation process, tracking the shipment and the added wait time earlier this day; it was all unleashed at once.
The toy groaned and mewled into the ring-gag, its chest heaving up and down while my member slammed into its hole. My waist slapped into its crotch; my fingers dug into its fur.
It took just a few minutes of using it relentlessly before I stopped, my length inside the toy twitching as well as the rest of my body. I started pumping my seed into its depths, a rather large load after all the frustration and excitement.
Breathing heavily, I stood there as my cock kept twitching and spurting, filling the toy up. Of course, I had ordered the usual modifications to render my plaything infertile. While I really enjoy the look of a female with a big round baby bump, I don’t need the complications. Besides, I could always get that look later with further modifications.
As my softening member slipped out of my toy, I looked down at it, lying there and breathing hard from the excitement. I gently petted and stroked its body even as my seed leaked from its slit. Once more, I moved the toy around, allowing it to lick my cock clean.
Once done, I pulled away and left the toy lying, panting and leaking on my bed. I took a few photos of the cute, well-used torso with my phone, focusing on the masked head and the dribbling cunt.
After wiping my crotch in the bathroom, I returned to my office – to share the pictures with friends, leave a positive review on the manufacturer’s site, and then play some video games. It would be a few hours before I felt like using my toy again.
Overall, it was a good purchase.