Phantom Touch 2
Story by FerretBrade on SoFurry
Matt has now discovered his mistake. How will he be able to handle himself with all those toys of himself out there for the world to play with?
Phantom Touch 2
Matt woke up to the sound of his phone giving it's light chirp of a text arriving. He groggily rolled over and reached for it. Saturday. His day off. So much for sleeping in.
His hand found the phone and he pulled it over to check. Sue, the owner of the adult toy shop had sent him a text.
"About to put your model on display. Hope you're ready. I'll try to go easy on you."
The model in question was one of those adult display models. He pictured his own in his mind, a small 9-inch tall sculpt of himself stuck in a wooden fence, husky tail raised with butt and genitals exposed. He agreed to model for one to give the store new items to sell, and they'd somehow turned his into a voodoo doll. In fact, he had hoped to use some of his time today to play with himself some more.
His eyes checked the last line again. Go easy on him... What could that possibly mean?
A warm grip suddenly wrapped around his hips. He shifted, moving the blankets, but the feeling didn't go away. Then he felt a similar feeling over his chest and head, like a ghostly hand gently gripping him. He gave a surprised gasp and softly thrashed, but the feeling didn't shift in the slightest.
He knew this feeling. It was the same as when he used the model himself. He jumped out of the bed and rushed to the living room of his apartment, the hands lightly sliding on his skin the whole way. But sure enough, his model was there on his desk. Husky butt on full display, the insertable dildos arranged beside it.
He went for his phone to call when he felt a smooth pressure drive into his butt. Again, he gasped and spun, but the feeling pressed still. He felt the toy, this one the small smooth one, drive up through his rectum. If he wasn't so shocked by it, he probably would have enjoyed it.
But he was shocked by it. He gritted his teeth, adjusting his backside to the feeling of stretching, and the hands around him faded. It took a few seconds of steady breathing before he was able to settle himself. The toy feeling in his backside didn't move, didn't waver or drop as he moved again.
Just as he was sending the call, another text came in. Sue had sent him a picture of himself in the case, the stand the bathroom stall.
She answered almost instantly. "Hey, sexy boy. Hope I didn't wake you with that."
"Sue, what the fuck?! Why did I feel that?!"
She paused a moment. "Um... I... What?" Her voice was clearly confused. "You signed for the voodoo option..."
"Yeah, I wanted MINE to be a voodoo doll, not all of them!"
"Oh... Oh, Matt, I thought that was clear in the contract... Hold on one second." He heard her voice fall away to mumbling as she spoke off the phone.
Despite the feeling of a full ass, Matt went and sat on the sofa. Thankfully there was no rubbing, it was just the continuous stretch in his hole itself.
"Hey, Matt," Sue came back. "Look, I'm really sorry that you misunderstood. We still have most of the models here and we can undo the work so that these aren't going to cause you any feeling anymore."
"Yes... Please... I don't know what I'd do with that many hands messing with me, even if only shortly." He gave a little sigh for a moment.
"But we already sent out the pre-orders two days ago. We can't undo those."
His heart dropped. "How many?"
"Eleven. I'm sorry, but... We always get those out early so they're received on release day. So.... If you don't have today off, you might want to call out. At least... Try to enjoy it until it settles down?"
He couldn't help but huff. "Yeah... And there's really nothing you can do?"
"Not without the models in our possession. They're each independent. Listen, next time you're in the shop, I'll give you one of the other models. Free of charge. But... I'm sorry, I can't do much else besides... Try to find a way to have fun with it."
His mind washed for a moment, but he did his best to finish the pleasantries and hung up. He took a deep breath and settled his eyes on the toy of himself on the desk. Eleven people, strangers he didn't know, were soon going to be messing with his body. How long until that started?
He didn't have to wait that long. He was in the shower not twenty minutes later when he felt the next press of hands around him. They were on his hips and legs, rubbing along them. It nearly made him slip.
As they worked at him, he tried to relax and just breathe. Without really thinking about it, the rubbing really did feel quite nice. It still made him shudder when the fingers brushed at his genitals. His hand groped his own sheath as if to feel the hand, but it was only his real flesh. The ghost touched him regardless.
He felt another toy touch him. The one Sue had put in the shop's earlier was still there, but it was like getting stretched and filled all over again. This time his legs did buckle and he lowered to his knees, water falling over his back and head. The stretch was huge; the horse dildo. And they seemed to be experimenting with it, because the thing went in and out several times.
Let go, he told himself. Enjoy it. His cock was already agreeing with that idea. Right there in the shower, he started to stroke himself, body rocking back into the invisible cock. The person took it out, trying all of the dildos inside of him. The reduced stretching actually made him whine a little when it left him emptier than before. Thankfully they did go back to the horse one, and Matt gripped his knot as he came onto the shower floor.
After a few seconds of orgasm, he stood and felt a hand come around his torso and head. The touch moved over his neck and a ring pushed around his throat, making him reflexively feel at his neck. Nothing but fur, and yet he felt the toy collar sitting at his collarbone. He blushed, feeling so subby from just that little bit.
This person seemed to be pleased and let him go. He now felt the two dildos in him, same hole but different stretch and each of them unique. Once his cock was soft again, he finished his shower and went out to the sofa. Unfortunately, he couldn't really do much else but wait until someone could randomly go at him again.
The next set of hands came in a few hours later and he quickly turned off the television. This one focused on his upper body first, brushing at his face. It was quite quick, though, not doing much actual handling. What was different, though, was that these hands held to his hips and he felt a sharp point begin to rub against him. Someone was writing? He tried to picture what they were doing, but it was quickly lost on him.
Before that person was done, he felt more hands press to his sides. First one, then another. Three people were holding him at once. He panted and huffed as he gave a mild writhe on the sofa. So many hands... touching his body... If he hadn't just cum that morning, that might have been enough to get him hard again.
Just as before, they all gave a light exploration before trying out all of the toys. Every single one felt new with its press, and even with the several toys inside of him he could tell when a new one stretched him or was moved around.
The feelings began to blend together. For nearly three hours, he was touched almost constantly. Sometimes it was just hands, other times it was several toys. Every single person that played with him left a new dildo in his ass, until the feelings really did all start to blend together from the now-permanent stretched feeling he had in his ass.
His cock got hard again at some point, and he just kept going idly. He didn't want to rush it now, instead just lying in it... living in it... Living.... He considered for the first time that this wasn't going to end. Even if people stopped moving him, stopped playing with him, they'd probably leave the display out. The collar would forever be on his neck, the dildos forever stretching his ass.
That thought made him cum again.
The active touchings from the strangers did stop after Saturday. All 11 had their displays set up, so he was just left with a pleasantly-stretched ass, the constant feeling of a collar, and a little bit of wetness at his balls from one person using the display fluid.
He managed to get himself out on Sunday, back to work. The feelings were always there in his mind, at the back to constantly tease him as he walked. It wasn't enough to distract him from work, though, and he powered through.
After work, he got back to the shop. Sue was working and gave a wave as he came in. "Matt... I am so sorry again. How are you holding up?"
He gave a little huff. "Honestly... kind of worn out. But... Better after getting through that first day."
"Ok, good. I was starting to get worried." She looked towards the back wall. "We pulled the boxes... I was going to start tomorrow on undoing the voodoo effect before putting them back out. I promise you won't have any more."
Matt blushed. "Actually... About that..."