You stood there at your bedroom window in complete disbelief at whatever the hell you had just done. You'd wanted to give the girl the postman's impressive member as a joke, but then a button on the side made her... do that, and in the shock of it you couldn't look away as the girl clung to the postman's back, giggling madly as he tried to run behind the house with his pants around his knees while the faces and noises he made gave mixed signals as to how he felt about what the girl was doing to him. Looking at the remote, the side button in question you'd accidentally hit wasn't actually labeled, but given the... consequences of your mistake, you decided it would be for the best if you used it carefully and tested it more. Feeling more guilty by the second, you hoped the Number 1 button would be less random, then carefully aimed and swapped the girl back with the postman before they went behind the house and out of reach.
Zzzzzap, zzzzap. It was less theatric and more manual than Number 2.
After the swap, which thankfully brought them back to normal, the situation seemed to become a bit less... morally questionable, looking more like the girl had just jumped on the postman's back, though there was still the awkwardness of the girl's panties being pulled out from below her dress to her knees and the postman's pants being around his. "Sorry, mister postman!" the little girl said, nonchalantly getting off the postman's back and pulling her underwear back up, though she did put her hands on her crotch and winced while walking back to play with her toys, still in a bit of pain from what she didn't know she had just done. Wow, this was a mess... and apparently literally about to be too, as the postman was just quivering in confusion and hormones. He didn't even bother responding or pulling his pants back up, instead beginning to just start furiously masturbating into the direction of this house's back yard. Man, just what did that button do to that dick?
While you were curious about experimenting with giving other people the postman's insatiably horny cock, you felt kinda guiolty and sorry for the girl, so you thought it would be best to give her pained parts to someone else for a while, but who? Deciding against giving the pain to another kid and since everyone at the bus stop had left, Bruce was your first obvious option. You also considered your other family members or even yourself, but you didn't really want to experience... that feeling, or make your family experience it. It seemed like today was Bruce's unlucky day, though you could find someone else. That being said, you considered that Bruce and the poor girl both lived within view of your bedroom window, and even if you picked your family it would be temporary anyway. And as for yourself... well, you just felt guilty for causing this, so you considered punishing yourself by experiencing the pain too. You aimed and pondered one last time.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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