“So, what’s this I hear about you being a chicken?” Program:Selena asked, as she sat down on a lawn chair, setting her glass of water on a small table.

“Oh, that,” Alyssa groaned. “God, this is the problem with being around other deviants. Nothin’ stays secret!”

“Well, not if it’s a way of messing with you, no,” the android chuckled.

Sighing, AJ snuggled further under the thin blanket covering her legs. It was a cool evening, the sun slowly sinking behind the hedges bordering Hailee’s garden (and thank goodness for those hedges, high enough to stop the neighbours catching sight of any naked ladies, brainwashed or otherwise). They were all going to a mixer at the hypnokink convention in just over an hour and a half, so all major mindfuckery had been put on pause for the time being, letting them chill out and prepare for the event. Alyssa had changed out of her maid uniform as soon as Richard, Hailee and Milo allowed her (because apparently, for some bullshit reason, she needed permission from both hosts too, as long as she was working in their house). Now wearing a comfy light grey sweatshirt and dark red shorts, she was curled up on a sun lounger, with a glass of cola on the nearby table, and had just been joined by the cobalt-clad automaton.

“OK, let me get this right,” Selena said slowly. “You act like a person, while believing yourself to be a chicken who’s been hypnotised to act like a person?”

“More or less,” AJ admitted with a rueful smile.

“And you have, like, chicken tics from time to time? Clucking, flapping your wings, bobbing your head, that kind of thing...?”

“Yup. Only when I’m around people who are in the know, though. Not, like, at work, or in public, or with my parents. God, can you imagine,” she snorted, her cheeks reddening at the thought of it. “Thankfully I do have some subject agency...”

“Sounds pretty similar to the way I live my life,” Selena noted. “I mean, on the outside, when I’m around, y’know, ‘normal people’, I’m perfectly human. But internally, I’m a robot, an advanced machine with a highly sophisticated CPU that’s processing all external stimuli and coordinating my response.”

AJ bit her lip. “Yeah... But you know you’re not one, right? A robot, I mean...?” She put out an apologetic hand, as if to calm a startled horse. “I’m sorry if that’s, like, breaking the scene or something, I don’t wanna upset you...”

“No, you’re fine,” the fembot replied, completely unperturbed. “And yes - I am aware that I’m not actually an android. I know I got this way through vigorous self-hypnosis - conditioning that I reinforce every four days - to make myself think and behave like a programmable device. But when you’ve done it for as long as I have, and as often, it really doesn’t matter if you know the scenario’s not true. It feels true. I feel like a robot. I live as if I am one. Every decision I make, every action I take, is taken as if I am a robot.”

Her companion nodded. “I hear ya. I know exactly where you’re coming from. I mean, all the hypno I’ve done the last couple of years, my perception of reality is totally fucked. You could tell me the sky is a big curtain, or grass is made of candy, and I’d believe you. Making me think I’m a chicken isn’t that hard!”

Selena chuckled. “But you don’t believe that right now?”

“No, no, I know I’m not a chicken.” With another sheepish smile, she added, “Today. I know that today. Right now, at this moment. I may not know it in five minutes.” She stuck out her lower lip and held out her hands in an ‘eh, what are you gonna do’ gesture, as the robot girl giggled. “Fuck Hawk might come up to me and look me in the eyes and say, ‘You are a chicken’, and I’ll just go ‘Welp, OK, I’m a chicken’. And I’ll believe it, and remember it. Unlike you, when I’m in that state, I’m completely convinced I am a chicken. It’ll make perfect sense to me.” Her tone grew more exasperated the longer her explanation progressed. “And when he, or anybody else, points out one of the six million ways it doesn’t make sense, I’ll go, ‘I don’t knowww, I’m just a dumb chicken, what d’you want from me?’”

The simulated woman spluttered with mirth as Alyssa lowered her blushing face. “I am so cooked,” she murmured, grinning bashfully. “I’m a roast chicken, that’s what I am.”

“That’s so funny,” Selena cackled. “And - and Danielle believes all this too?”

“You bet,” AJ sighed. “She very happily goes along with that bullshit, she’s even more gullible than me. Although, when we’re a chicken, we’re about even...”

“Is she listening right now, by the way?”

“Oh no, she’s napping.” AJ smiled long-sufferingly. “She’s had a very busy day, after all, waiting on all of you hand and foot...”

“Shame. I wanted to congratulate her on the excellent service,” Selena smirked. Tutting resentfully, AJ turned her blushing face away again. “Anyway, I assume the whole chicken thing was Richard’s idea...?”

“Ohh, of course,” she replied. “He’s turned me into a chicken before, but that was just the usual mindless clucking and flapping stuff. This is a newer thing.”

“How often do you do it?”

“All the fucking time,” she complained. “I mean, he only came up with the idea, like, a month ago, and I think I’ve spent more than half that time with a birdbrain. He’s been doing it more and more. He loooves it. You can see it in his smug little face every time I’m all, ‘what do you mean, of course I’m a chicken’. He loves that he can just casually, like, overwrite my whole identity just to make me do stupid shit. Totally fuck my sense of self, just to turn me into something that makes him laugh.”

Her cheeks were burning now. She could feel Selena’s eyes on her, enjoying her discomfort. She was getting so humiliated just talking about this, but she couldn’t stop herself - because she was also getting so horny talking about it.

“You don’t seem to put up much resistance to it,” the robot remarked, chuckling lightly.

“Well, nooo,” she conceded, looking up nervously. “But, well, you know.”

“Of course I do,” Selena smiled. “It’s because you love it too.”

“Yesss,” AJ whimpered, wrapping her arms around herself and sliding down her seat. “I really do. And I don’t understand why. I mean, of all the things, why would I get off so hard on thinking I’m a fucking chicken?! But I do. I genuinely do. And he gets so excited about that. And I’m like, ‘please don’t make me think I’m a chicken today’, but I say it so, like, flirtatiously, and provocatively, even though I don’t mean to, so he knows I actually do want him to. And then he does it. And I’m stuck like that. All day long. Help. I am so screwed.”

It took the fembot a few minutes to regain her composure after her mindfucked friend’s plaintive, pathetic admission. Wiping tears of mirth from her eyes, she took a sip of her drink and sat back in her chair, fanning her face with one hand. “Oh God, that’s so funny. You’re adorable, you know that?”

“Stoop,” she protested, even as she grinned. “Bad enough him making fun of me, without other people joining in...”

“It really is fascinating how our brains can just accept things like that, isn’t it?” Selena mused, staring up at the slowly darkening sky. “How in these altered states, we can be convinced of these things that so completely contradict... reality. I mean, ‘reality’ is just what we perceive, and what we perceive can be changed. I know I’m not a robot, but I believe I am. I feel like I am. And that’s somehow more important. And when I’m just S3, it’s real. I am a robot. I can’t even consider not being one.”

“Right? It’s really incredible,” AJ nodded keenly. “Two years ago I was basically normal. Well - ‘normal’,” she corrected herself, using the same ironic tone the robot girl had used earlier. “And now I’m a dual-personality chicken maid sex slave.” She snickered. “And that’s after countless hours of hypnosis... It’s like it’s reshaped me. I mean, I’m still me, I’m still recognisably the same person I was - just with fuckin’ loads of kinky shit under the surface. And I’m still mentally healthy, and happy - I wouldn’t be doing any of this if I didn’t want to. I can say no. There’s always that part of me that can opt out at any time. I just... almost never do. Because I fucking love it.”

Selena smiled fondly. “Hey, Alyssa?”

The split-personality submissive glanced over. “Uh huh?”

The android fixed her with a piercing gaze, the corner of her mouth twitching a little. “You’re a chicken. Aren’t you?”

AJ stared back blankly for no more than a second, before replying blithely, “Yeah, of course I am.”

“That’s awesome,” she smirked, taking another swig of her water.

“I guess,” the chicken girl replied, a little nonplussed. “I mean, it’s not exactly unusual round here. Jelly and Hailee are toys, you’re a frickin’ robot... That’s awesome. I’m just me, y’know.” Her head compulsively bobbed a couple of times as she spoke.

“Well, that’s quite awesome enough,” Selena assured her. As the poultry preened, accepting the praise and tidying her long stream of auburn feathers, the fembot asked, “Hey, what were we talking about a minute ago?”

AJ thought for a moment, staring into space, her elbows spasming slightly. “It’s gone,” she confessed with a shamefaced smile, “sorry. Birdbrain. Couldn’t keep hold of it.”

“That’s OK, sweetie.”

“It happens. Normally I’m OK at carrying cluck - conversations, but stuff slips away sometimes.” She cocked her head curiously. “What were we talking about?”

“Just about how you’re not really a chicken,” Selena said nonchalantly, as her eyes locked on Alyssa’s again.

The girl gaped at the automaton as realisation dawned upon her. “Curse you,” she giggled.

“Couldn’t help myself,” the simulated person sniggered.

“OK, OK, that’s how we’re playing this, is it?” AJ threw off her blanket, as if to give the impression of taking the gloves off. “Well, two can play at that game. S3, disable Selena’s human speech.”

“Confirmed,” came the emotionless response. Then Selena shot her a disgruntled smile. “That was rude, User:Alyssa.”

“Turnabout’s fair play, amirite?”

“Affirmative.” The android straightened up in her seat. “This unit considers further retaliation may be necessary.”

“Oh yeah?” AJ gave her a challenging look, sitting up herself to face her.

The pair stared at each other for a long moment, watching mischievous grins grow on their respective faces. They tensed up like gunmen in a Mexican standoff, trembling with anticipation, waiting to see who would be quicker on the draw.

“S3, deactivate Selena!” Alyssa blurted.

“User:Alyssa, chicken out!” Selena cried at the exact same time.

“Buh-kaak!” AJ squawked, her eyes unfocusing, her arms folding into fluttering wings.

“Personality deactivated,” S3 intoned, adopting a neutral posture, its ocular lenses staring straight ahead.

“Baaak, buck, buck, baaak, buck.” As the trigger took hold, emptying Alyssa’s mind and fully reducing her to a farmyard fowl, she hopped up from the sun lounger and glanced around wildly, hunched over slightly, her head and wings twitching in time with her ceaseless clucking. S3 paid her no attention at all, glassily gazing past her. It didn’t react when the chicken’s roving eyes locked onto it, and she leant down and looked it over with dull-witted interest, tilting her head from side to side. It didn’t even flinch when she gently pecked the top of its head, her ‘beak’ (her nose and closed mouth) softly smushing into its long brunette stream of synthetic hair.

Losing interest in the unmoving figure, AJ turned and staggered away, exploring her surroundings with simple, empty-headed curiosity. The automaton sat still, awaiting instructions, seeing no reason to move for the foreseeable future, as the chicken girl clucked and flapped her way around the garden. For the moment they would remain like this, a bird and a bot, acting out their characteristic behaviour, neither of them considering for a moment that they were anything else.

This was their reality. And it was inarguable.

***

“Have you ever tried this on?”

Sabrina turned on the spot, showing off the slinky black dress she wasn’t wearing. It instead trailed down her torso from a hanger she held towards her neck, displaying it to the bedroom’s other occupant. Behind the dark garment, she herself wore tight chaps and a sheer lingerie top, both bright pink.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Milo snorted. “Are you kidding? That’s tight on Hailee - I’d rip it to shreds.”

Frowning dubiously, Sabby held it out in the air, glancing from it to him and back again. Her face relaxed into an easy smile as she conceded, “Yeah, OK, that was a bad call.” Stowing it in the closet again, she resumed rifling through its contents.

Milo watched her with a slightly self-conscious smile. He was out of his element here, much of the confidence and dominance he demonstrated when commanding and controlling his playthings having ebbed away. Though he was keen to explore his femininity - and the con mixer, filled as it was with open-minded folks, felt like the perfect place for a soft public launch of his cross-dressing habit - he was having trouble picking an outfit he liked. Hailee was busy making its own preparations, so he’d enlisted Sabrina’s help.

“Ooh, this’d look really cute on you,” the blonde switch blurted, whirling and brandishing a strappy silver top towards Milo. He blushed as she stepped closer and held it in front of his chest, to get a better idea of how it’d fit him. “Yeah, I like it... What d’you think?”

“Um, yeah, maybe. I mean, I’ve worn it before, it’s pretty nice.”

Her lips quirked at his understated response. “Hmm. Maybe not.” She turned back to the closet. “Y’know, you don’t have to go through with this if you’re feeling too nervous about it. No-one’s gonna make you.” She shot a devious grin over her shoulder. “Not even me.”

Milo chuckled. “Yeah, I know. I do want to do it, though. I love the thought of getting all dolled up and going out to an event. I just, I’m only a little anxious because I wanna get it right, y’know?”

Sabrina smiled sympathetically. “I get that. You might be putting a little too much pressure on yourself, though. I promise, whatever we end up picking out for you, you’ll look good.” She winked. “You’ll make such a pretty girlie pop!”

“Stop,” he spluttered. “This is your fault, you know that, right?”

She gave him a quizzical look. “What d’you mean, my fault? There’s ‘fault’...?”

“Well, kinda!” he laughed. “You force-femmed me!”

Her eyebrows scrunched together. “I did?!”

“Yeah! I mean, I’m not mad about it, but, well -”

“When was this?!”

Milo blinked in astonishment at her apparently genuine confusion. “You really don’t remember?”

“I - I mean... maybe...” she said slowly, her expression thoughtful. “I feel like I have an image of it in my head... But to be honest, I’ve force-femmed a lot of guys,” she sniggered. “I guess I’ve lost track of who I’ve done it to...”

“Clearly,” he smirked. “But yeah, you did that to me one time, and had me dress up in girly clothes - and it just felt so nice, I kept doing it.”

Her mischievous expression softened. “So I’m the reason you started...?”

“Exploring my gender identity? Yeah, pretty much.” He grinned warmly. “I probably would’ve got to it at some point - I was always kinda thinking about it, just, idly. You just gave me a push. So, seriously, thank you.”

“Aww, you’re welcome!” Sabrina put a hand to her chest, her eyes welling up. “I’m gonna cry! Bless you, you’ve thawed my evil heart.”

Milo guffawed. “Anyway, maybe you’re right about me putting too much pressure on the outfit. Let’s circle back - I wanna do makeup. I can’t get it to look right on me, I usually get Hailee to do it...”

“Well don’t worry, you’re in safe hands,” she assured him, as he got up and moved across to the table in the corner, turning the chair to one side so he was facing towards Sabrina. Strutting after him, she began searching through the makeup box.

“Maybe you’ll have better luck with the dresses once you’ve got the makeup done,” she mused, as she began applying a layer of foundation to his face. “Maybe it’ll help you get in touch with your feminine side.”

“Mm-hm,” he murmured, relaxing in his seat. He found the feeling of the brush on his skin strangely soothing. And abdicating responsibility for his appearance put him in a more laidback state of mind, as he let Sabrina sort everything out for him.

“After all, I guess it follows that you’ll feel more like a pretty girl when you look like a pretty girl,” she continued, staring intently at his face as she traced a contour with a makeup pen.

“Uh-huh...”

“Because that’s what you are.” She smiled warmly. “You’re a pretty girl. You’re such a pretty girl.”

Milo exhaled softly as he took in Sabrina’s words. He knew, from the glint in her eyes and the subtly coaxing tone of her voice, that she’d started to hypnotise him. He might’ve playfully protested, but he didn’t feel like he could speak or move, for fear of interfering with her diligent work. So he continued to sit still, and let her decorate his face, helpless to stop her from murmuring affectionate, persuasive comments at him.

“Pretty girl,” she repeated, sounding almost trancelike herself. “Such a pretty girl.” There was something so compelling about her stare - even though she wasn’t looking him in his eyes, Milo found them fixed on hers, watching her study his face in minute detail. He was getting lost in the sight of her looking him over.

“Pretty girl.” Her eyes never leaving his face, she reached behind her and plucked an eyeliner pencil from the makeup table. “You’re a pretty girl,” she cooed as she started to stroke the tip of the pencil along his lashes. His eyes rolled a little as he struggled to stop his eyelids from fluttering, holding them steady for the girl who was making him look so pretty. “So pretty...”

“Pretty,” he echoed, almost inaudibly.

“Pretty girl. Such a pretty girlie. Such a sweet girl... Sweet, pretty girl...”

“Pretty girl,” Miles said faintly, gazing vacantly up at Sabby as she continued applying the eyeliner.

“So pretty,” Sabrina agreed. “So sweet. So shy, and giggly. Such a sweet... shy... pretty... giggly... girlie pop.” Emphasising the last word by making a ‘pop’ sound with her thick lips as she made the finishing touches, she straightened up and smiled down proudly at her subject. “How’s that?”

Millie gaped up at her for a moment, and then blinked and turned to look in the mirror. “Woow,” she beamed, awestruck. “I look so pretty! Thank you so much, Sabrina.”

“Aww, you are so welcome,” her friend replied, moving behind her and wrapping her arms around her shoulders, meeting her reflection’s gaze as she embraced her. “Anything for one of my girlies...”

Millie blushed and giggled. She loved being one of Sabrina’s girlies. She felt so lucky.

Sabrina rested her head against hers, her cheek nuzzling Millie’s hair. “Now, do you wanna have another try at choosing a dress, sweetie?”

“Yeah, let’s go for it,” Millie grinned, feeling renewed enthusiasm fill her. She felt like she’d fully accepted her friend’s words from earlier now. She didn’t have to pick something absolutely perfect - something that’d make her look like a total knockout. She could just wear something cute and comfy. She was already a pretty girl - she didn’t have to make some big statement about it.

“C’mon then, Mills,” Sabrina said decisively, unfurling her arms from around her and reaching down to take her hand. “Let’s take another look.”

“OK,” Millie giggled bashfully, interlocking fingers with her as she hopped to her feet and let her lead her back across her bedroom.

***

“You good?” Jelly Doll said with a wry smile, watching its host walk a little gingerly across the living room.

“Yeah,” Hailee replied dismissively, and then, noticing its fellow toy’s expression, elaborated, “I just put a plug in.”

“Ooh.”

“Yeah, an’ it’s a big one,” it grinned. “Just takes a minute to get used to.”

Jelly gazed at the more experienced submissive as it sat down next to it with a little shuddering sigh, sinking into the couch. It wore a metallic, opalescent dress that looked like it was composed of fish scales, which shone from the reflected ceiling light. Jelly Doll had to wonder if it’d chosen the outfit for its hypnotic potential - it could certainly imagine someone getting entranced by its dazzling shimmering. Though the main body of the outfit was unusually modest and chaste by its standards, wrapping around its torso and arms like a carapace, its skirt was indecently short, showing off its slender, shapely legs.

Even in the casual, inelegant pose it’d relaxed into, Hailee was still deeply sexy - especially with the information it’d just revealed about its hidden accessory. “Did Milo put it in, or make you...?” Jelly asked.

“Nope, he’s busy upstairs. Although, he will do that - just come up and bend me over, and shove something up me. But no, it was all me on this occasion... unless it was him and I forgot,” it added, smirking.

“Always a possibility,” Jelly agreed, grinning wistfully as it recalled some of the times when Richard had meddled with its memory and awareness as part of a perverse prank.

Then its train of thought shifted to some of the stories Hailee had shared that week, and on Discord, about some of the hot, humiliating things it had done in the past due to Milo’s mental manipulation. Clipping a clothespin onto its cunt came to mind first, naturally, but then there was going out in public while using its panties as a hair tie. Masturbating with root vegetables, before chopping them up and cooking them for its supper. Letting its Owner scrawl notes all over its bare flesh with a marker pen, varying from ‘free-use holes’ to ‘dentist 3/13 @ 11:30’. Attaching all sorts of discomforting, even disfiguring implements to itself, from its customary clover clamps to hooks pulling its mouth and nose out of shape...

Jelly Doll shook its hollow head in awe. Noticing, Hailee gave it an enquiring smile. “Oh, it was just thinking about how amazing you are,” Jelly explained. “All the things you do, the ways you dehumanise yourself, and let him dehumanise you... It’s all so impressive and sexy.”

“Aw.” Hailee put a hand to its heart. “Thank you! That’s so sweet of you.”

“Yeah, well, it means it. It doesn’t know if it’s ever gonna be the sex toy you are.”

It didn’t mean to sound self-deprecating - it intended its words as nothing more than a compliment for its new friend. But as it spoke, it picked up on the subtle, involuntary contrition in its own voice.

Hailee had clearly noticed it too. “Well, I’m not sure it’s fair to compare,” it responded. “I mean, I’ve been doing this stuff for like... eight, nine years now, with and without Miles. I didn’t start out like this, it’s all the product of years and years of mental and physical fuckery. You’ve been a hypnosub for what, a year and a half?” Jelly nodded. “And look how far you’ve come just in that time. You’re a lot further along the whole ‘brainwashed, dehumanised object’ path than I was at that point. Obviously it helps that you have one Master, and a 24/7 dynamic. I had to make do with a bunch of different folks, on and off, for like, four years before I met Milo. But even still...”

“It guesses so,” Jelly conceded, chewing its lower lip. It logically knew Hailee was right, but its slight disquiet remained. Some old, buried anxieties were starting to surface, and it felt the need to vent them. It was almost more helpful that Hailee was a near-stranger (although it didn’t really feel that way after the amount of time each of them had spent exploring the other’s bodies that week). The veteran sex toy had an outsider’s perspective to Jelly’s relationship, while still having a good insight from its own experiences.

“It just... it sometimes feels a little insecure because it doesn’t know as much about hypnokink,” Jelly admitted. “It came in late, with no prior knowledge, when Richard and AJ already had their dynamic established. It’s picked up stuff from them and learned from them along the way...”

“Well, from what I can tell, you’ve done a fantastic job of that. You’re an incredible subject. Sabby and I both agree we’ve never seen anyone freeze as well as you - and we’ve been in the scene for nearly a decade.”

A flare of pride pushed through Jelly’s unease. “Oh, it knows how good it is at freezing,” it allowed itself to brag, grinning slightly. “It practices all the time, after all! But, well, that might be part of the problem actually - it does sometimes worry it’s not being as adventurous as it could be. Y’know - trying new suggestions, and stuff. It pretty much locked onto the frozen doll thing immediately, and hasn’t really varied much from that...”

“There’s nothing wrong with that!” Hailee insisted. “You know what you like, and you stick to it. And I gotta say, it doesn’t seem like either of them mind...!”

Jelly had to give another nod of agreement to that. It’d never heard any complaints from either of its partners/owners about the amount of time it spent static, nude, exposed and spread for their enjoyment. Far from it - it usually got a deluge of enthusiastic compliments that it was too mindless to appreciate at the time. When they did want to try a different suggestion, they had no qualms about doing so, turning it into a wooden marionette or a marching clockwork doll. Its lack of familiarity with different suggestions and scenarios to explore wasn’t that much of an issue, because they - particularly Richard - were positively brimming with ideas.

“Although, I bet you’ve done more experimenting than you realise,” Hailee remarked. “I mean, think about what you’ve done just this week. You’ve been possessed by an angel, fused with the rest of us into a freaky gestalt, turned into a jukebox...”

“God, don’t remind it about that,” Jelly snorted. “That was so fucking lame!”

“Agreed,” Hailee snickered. “But I will remind you that you were a frozen doll on public display this week. Doing the statue gallery was a huge step, especially for someone who’s never even been to a hypno con before. I was hella impressed.”

A smile spread across Jelly’s face. That had been a major highlight. At the time it hadn’t really thought about what a significant act it was, too focused on the thrill of actually doing it. But in hindsight, it really was a Big Fucking Deal. It, a hypnosub of a mere eighteen months (in fact, actually slightly under that), had put itself on display for all the (hypnokink) world to see. That was a cause for self-celebration.

“And don’t forget what you’ve already done with that one suggestion,” Hailee continued. “Being a frozen doll, I mean. You’ve taken a simple enough premise, and layered on a lot of other great ideas to make it so much more complex. The third-person speaking, the belly button trigger, the display case... Yesterday we took you to the convention hall in a fucking suitcase. And that, need I point out, was entirely your idea. Not Richard’s, not AJ’s, not mine or Milo’s.”

Jelly was fully beaming now. That was true. It might’ve been a natural progression of being stowed in small spaces by its Master on a regular basis, but the fact remained that Jelly was the one who came up with the idea (although its memory of that had been redacted at the time).

“Trust me, no-one here thinks you’re phoning it in when it comes to creative kinkery. Not that there’d be anything wrong with it if you were.” Hailee leaned forward to pick up its drink from the coffee table, took a sip, and then slouched back again. “One toy to another, there’s no right way to do it,” it said thoughtfully. “So you shouldn’t really use me as your benchmark. We’ve all gotta do what we’re comfortable with, when we’re ready to do it. Not everyone’s gonna want their clit whipped or their tits Tased - and even if you do, you might not be ready for it yet!”

Jelly giggled. “Yeah, Jelly Doll doesn’t know if it’s ever gonna do those things! Hot seeing it happen to you, though.”

“And I love it when you guys see,” Hailee said with a wink, spreading its legs far enough to inch its skirt up further, showing off its sheer pale blue panties. Jelly’s eyebrows shot up when it saw, through the near-transparent material, a plastic shape clinging onto Hailee’s labia with a vicious-looking grip.

It gulped, wincing in sympathy. “You’ve been wearing that the whole time?!”

“Yup,” the expert masochist said casually, though it was barely suppressing a smirk. “Surprise!”

“So you weren’t just walking awkwardly because of the plug, then,” Jelly laughed in disbelief.

“One hole occupied, another closed for business - guess any prospective users are left with only one option,” Hailee mused, tapping its lower lip and grinning salaciously.

Jelly exhaled strongly, fanning its face with one hand. Fuck, that was just so hot. Especially since the unflappable fucktoy had given no sign of any pain during the pep talk it’d delivered. It was simply remarkable.

“It feels the need to rub one out about this,” it quipped as it got to its feet, getting a snort of mirth from its companion. “But unfortunately there’s not really time. It’d better go get ready.”

“I hate to end a nice conversation,” Hailee called after it, “but I love to watch you leave.” Jelly glanced over its shoulder to see Hailee staring brazenly at its denim-clad posterior.

“Perv,” Jelly jibed, but gave an appreciative little butt wiggle as it exited the room.

It paused in place as it saw Richard coming in the opposite direction, descending the stairs in a blue plaid button-up shirt and dark jeans. Before it could compliment him on how good he looked, he held out a hand as if casting a spell and blurted, “Freeze,” grinning deviously.

And freeze it did, instantly fixing in place as easily and naturally as ever, suspended in a relaxed pose. Its gaze didn’t waver as he moved out of its sightline, circling behind it. It stood there with slack shoulders and a slight smile, gazing glassily ahead as its Master groped its tits from behind, murmuring, “Good toy,” in its ear.

Its motionless body hummed with satisfaction. This was what it existed for. This was its purpose. It was a free-use fuckdoll, made to be played with by its owners whenever they chose. Its own insecurities, though sometimes unavoidable, were irrelevant overall. Whenever it doubted itself, its partners - all of them - would be on hand to reassure it that it was, without question, a very good toy.