Trying to remain calm, you focus on your breathing. Worse than feeling the walls close in, the walls are already in tight around you. You had the room to put your hands against the casing infront of you, but getting them above your head proved difficult.
"It wasnt designed to be comfortable." You tell yourself. It begin to set in. You were property. You were not a person, you were a toy, a novelty, the kinky equivalent of a magic 8 ball or a pet rock.
"This was aloooot sexier in my head." You tell yourself, letting your head rest against the casing.
You begin to run through the fantasies that brought you to this place. The long nights of scrolling fanfic and stories online. Stories of beautiful women having their way with helpless men. Being forced to worship feet, being stuffed into a pair of panties or a warm bra. How far could that really, truly go? No, you were going to be privy to a whole new existence for the rest of your life, however long that may be. Suddenly, light blasts into the purse. Your tube was extracted before being dropped onto the counter. You begin to roll away, but a hand slams down on the tube and arrests the roll. A man's voice surprises you, and you're increasingly anxious that you can't turn to face him. He sounded big, but so did everyone else right now.
"You said this one volunteered," asked the man. "You couldn't pay me enough." He finished, absent mindly rolling the tube across the counter back and forth under his palm.
"Oh what's the matter Des, you don't think you'd have a good time cave diving?" The clerk asked somewhat sarcastically.
"I'm not saying it can't be fun. People do some weird shit though," He picked up the tube and examined it.
"Whats stopping me from just filling this up and just leaving it in a trash can?"
The clerk gagged and took the tube from his hands.
"It's for my mom I'm sure she'll find someway to ruin its life." She said very matter of factly.
"I'd cave dive your mom." The man's voice said with a laugh.
"GROSS! UGH! I should let you just so I can prove you wrong!" She laughed in vague amusement as the conversation went on.
"Come on she's the most talked about teacher for as long as I can remember. She's only like 37 that's all milf baby!"
The laughter exchanged was an uproar, all the while you were swung around wildly as the clerk spoke with her hands, tube held tight.
"Call my mom a milf again and I'll put you in a tube for her birthday."
"So... can I see it?" The voice softened, almost in genuine curiosity.
"You can do whatever you want to it for the next hour and a half but it's for my mom so... don't go crazy or anything."
"Why don't I just buy this one off of you and you give her one of the other ones?" He asked with intent.
"Do you want the tiny?" The girl asked her friend, puzzled.
"Well... I think I have some id-"
She cut him off "ideas to assert some dominance?"
"I mean... yeah." He sounded almost defeated.
"Take it out and look at it first, make sure that's the one you want." Her answer sounded equally defeated.
The cap to the test tube is popped off and cool air rushes in. Before you finish gasping you are inverted and poured into the man's palm. His skin was considerably tougher and his hands smelled like bathroom soap. He flipped you onto your back and began to knead your body with his thumb. The ridges of his thumb print rolling over your naked body was a sensation you couldn't describe. When he pulled his thumb away you could feel an election pop up before hearing a laugh come from above.
"You just wait," He said to you. "I'll take it."
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