This choice: ...is sure he knows somebody who can find a use for it • Go Back...Chapter #6...is sure he knows somebody who can find a use... by: Unknown George Brooks chuckles as he extended his bony fingers towards the purple, plastic object and wraps them around it, admiring the fleshy feel of the thing. To imagine, his son -- his well-built, tall, structured son! -- has been reduced to this, just a simple object meant to be used for the pleasure of women. He shudders at that thought, and his awe of this technology soars to new heights.
"I think I'll be taking this," George croaked, as he shoved the purple dildo and triple A batteries into his pocket. "I'll find a use for him. After all, I raised my son to be an ethically hard working man and I'm proud of him."
The teller flashed a sardonic grin. "Sure you are, Georgey-boy. I know just how proud of your son you are. Now, will you be making any further transactions?"
George slowly threw a glance at the teller, then at his dry and pruny hands, and then at his Bureau wallet, stuffed full of Change and ready to burst at any moment. It didn't take him long to decide. "You know what, Chris, I think I will..."
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George walked to his car -- young, lean muscles rippling, virile, and 50,000 Change lighter -- and opened the door of his Prius, soon to be a relic as his mind deliberated between a BMW and a Porsche, thinking back to his overflowing bank account. He halfheartedly tossed his son onto the neighboring seat, the plastic making a blunt noise as it smacks into the side of the door. George fishes out the two batteries, carefully inserting them into the slot as he thinks whether he is technically touching his son's asshole or not...
...You wake up lying on the familiar leather seat of your dad's Prius, feeling someone's fingers prodding your asshole. Or, at least, it feels like your asshole, but more sensitive. His fingers retract, leaving a pleasant buzzing feeling, and you hear a clicking sound resound through your bottom, as if something was being snapped shut. You look upwards.
The tall, now-chiseled form of your father and towers over you, playing with his muscles and his 20 year old face staring at you, which he probably got from Change he extracted from you. Looking down on you. Smirking. It pisses you off. You begin thrashing about in the seat, smacking into the wall and backseat as the sharp noises resound throughout the car.
"Easy there, kiddo," You father snickers, violently grabbing you with one hand. "Unless you want to be thrown into the trash or be given to some homeless dude to be shoved up his asshole."
You stop.
It wasn't that you believed his remarks: you had doubt that your father, despite your relations with him, would really do that. But fear filled your mind. After all, this was the same man who unceremoniously turned you into a simple object, a toy that women use for pleasure. And for what? Because he simply mismanaged his finances, kissing up to your mom's demands. And this was his solution. To sacrifice one of his kids. And since he loved your sister, it ended up being you.
"That's the spirit," He guffaws, before revving up the engine of the car and driving out onto the road. You sit there silently, without a peep, anxiously waiting for him. Finally, he speaks up again.
"You know, sonny." He mulls, one hand on the steering wheel, the other gripping his now-bigger, virile cock. "You can't always get the things you want in life. Take me, for instance. I've had to work for years, decades even, to rejuvenate your mom's health and youth. And yet, after all that, I was left penniless, essentially, without being able to afford any transformations of my own. Do you see what I mean?" You don't. All you understand is that your dad is a selfish prick who gave away his own son because he was greedy for money. Greedy for his own attributes.
"Unfortunately, I cannot return you to your form right now," Your dad continues, obviously not hearing your thoughts to him. "I need to gather funds to be able to purchase back your humanity and animation. After all, it costs a fortune, and there's a long wait for it too..." Yeah right. You doubt that he would ever return you back to humanity unless someone forces him to. After all, the first thing you would do if you return will be to pummel his ass. He somehow senses your violent anger.
"Don't worry, I'm not that heartless," he guffaws, raising up his hands in protest. "If I leave you like this, the authorities will get to me in the end." The authorities. Yes, while the market was not closely regulated, animation and humanity were two of the traits that were. An investigation would inevitably be launched by the end of the year, and they would find out dastardly deed your dad has done. Which would land him a life sentence as a toilet.
"Well, now we get to decide where you go. I can't be keeping an eye on you -- I would probably lose you after all, but I do need someone trustworthy to keep you." He nonchalantly grabs you with one hand before continuing. "Here's the deal. Shake if you want this option. Don't shake if you don't. First option -- I give you to your mother and she keeps you."
You remain still.
After all, while you do trust your mom and have a good relationship, you have seen the sexual promiscuity she's been displaying after your dad purchased the beauty upgrade for her, sticking things such as cucumbers and carrots up her snatch while she cooked dinner (secretly, of course -- she didn't see you). As she didn't own any sex toys, you shuddered to think what she would do to you, even if she knew who you were.
"All right, then. Next option: I give you to your sister and she keeps you."
You remain still.
If there was anything you hated more in this world, it was your sis. An outgoing and sporty girl, she would always do anything to get on your nerves, turning off your Paystation while you were in the middle of a shootout to go "practice tennis" with her. She always hung around you, calling you her "dear brother", giving you no time and space to do your own activities at home. Oh how many times you had to masturbate in the school's bathrooms because of this. Who knows what kind of games she would think of with you in her possession?
"You have to be a pain, don't you? All right, final option: I give you to your girlfriend and she keeps you."
You begin to shake and quiver in his hand. If there was anyone you trusted more, it was your girlfriend. Kind, sweet, and pretty, she was everything that you dreamed of, accepting you for who you were, even if you were just a "video gaming freak" at school. There was no doubt she would handle you with care and---
"This isn't fun! Fine, I will do it, but not tell her that it is you."
You go still. The thought terrified you. It was one thing if she knew it was you, and another if she didn't. If she didn't know, what would she do to you? How would she handle a simple dildo? Would she just use you? Leave you in her drawer, collecting dust? What if her mother confiscates you for her own use, or worse, returns you back to the store? You would still be able to be tracked even then, but if you were sent somewhere like, say, Japan, and bought there, then there would be no method of finding you. You would be stuck as a plain, purple sex toy for the rest of your life.
"Silent, huh? Well, I guess I'll have to choose then. Hmm, I guess I'll give you to..."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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