Endurance Streamathon - Onahole TF
Tags: Inanimate, Sex Toys TF, Melting, Object TF, Caption, Objectification, Onahole, Goo TF
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea? Join the Discord Server. Maybe there is a giveaway so don't miss it! Psss the uncensored versions are there as well!Endurance Streamathon - Onahole TFLast Part:The apartment smelled like instant noodles and unwashed sheets. AneKitt…
The apartment smelled like instant noodles and unwashed sheets. AneKitty had lost count of the days somewhere around week two. Every morning, the box opened. Every morning, he pulled her out. Every morning, the same routine: lubricant, thrust, groan, cum, rinse, box. Sometimes twice a day. Sometimes three times. Her silicon body showed the wear. The glossy pink surface that had been so perfect after her transformation was now scuffed and dull in places. Her entrance had stretched slightly from repeated use, losing some of its original tightness. There were faint discolorations along her inner channel where friction had worn the material thin. Her cat ears, once perky and cute, drooped slightly to the sides. She looked like a well-used sex toy approaching the end of its shelf life. 'I used to have fifty thousand followers. Now I'm a cum rag with cat ears.' On a Tuesday morning, the box opened and instead of her owner's face, she saw the AST Solutions woman. Same glasses. Same calm expression and clipboard. "Good morning, product AK-001," the woman said, lifting AneKitty from the box with gloved hands. "Your trial period with the contest winner has concluded." "Oh, thank god," AneKitty whispered. "Please. Please tell me you're going to change me back." The woman examined her under the bedroom light, turning her over, stretching her opening with two fingers to check elasticity. AneKitty grunted at the intrusion but said nothing. "We have two options for you," the woman said, placing her in a padded carrying case. "Option one: you return to your winner permanently. He's expressed interest in keeping you." "FUCK NO" "Option two: you become a streaming personality for AST Solutions. You'll do live broadcasts featuring our products. You'll be compensated, maintained, and repaired between sessions." AneKitty didn't even hesitate. "Stream! I'll stream. Whatever. Just get me out of this apartment." Three hours later, she was at the AST Solutions facility. They soaked her in a warm chemical bath that tingled across every inch of her silicon surface. The scuffs disappeared. The discoloration faded. Her entrance tightened back to factory specs. Her cat ears perked up again. When they pulled her out and dried her off, she looked brand new. 'At least I'm pretty again. Even if I'm still a fucking sex toy...' They carried her down a long hallway and through a door marked STUDIO 4. The room was set up like a streaming studio. Ring lights. Multiple camera angles. A large monitor showing a chat window. Donation tracker on screen. Timer display reading 00:00:00 and in the center of the room, bolted to a raised platform, was the machine. "You have to be kidding me," AneKitty said. It was a mechanical piston device with a massive silicon dildo attached to the end. The shaft was thick, ridged and glistening with pre-applied lubricant. It was easily eight inches long and as wide as a soda can. Two metal clasps sat on either side of the platform, clearly designed to hold something small and pink in place directly in front of the piston. "Your first stream back will be an endurance streamathon," the AST woman explained, setting AneKitty on the platform. "Viewers donate money or gift subscriptions to extend the stream timer. Each dollar adds one second. Each gifted sub adds sixty seconds. The machine operates at a speed proportional to donation rate. More donations per minute means faster thrusting." "And what happens to me?" "You get fucked." The woman smiled. "On camera. For as long as the donations keep coming." The clasps locked around AneKitty's small silicon body with a metallic click, holding her firmly in place. The tip of the dildo pressed against her entrance. Massive compared to her tiny form. "We go live in thirty seconds." The monitor lit up. The chat window filled instantly. The viewer count climbed: 5,000... 10,000... 25,000... 50,000. "Nyaaaa... everyone," AneKitty said, her voice small but picked up by the sensitive microphone positioned next to the platform. "I'm... I'm back." The donation counter started ticking. $5. 0. $50. Someone dropped $200 in the first ten seconds. The timer jumped from zero to over four minutes. The machine hummed then it started. The piston pulled back slowly and drove forward, pushing the thick dildo into AneKitty's stretched entrance. The penetration was immediate, deep, and total. The ridged shaft scraped along her inner walls, each bump sending a shockwave of sensation through her entire silicon body. "Ahhhhhhhh~" she moaned, her tiny form vibrating against the clasps. "Oh fuuuuck it's so biiiiig..." The piston pulled back and thrust again and again. A steady, mechanical rhythm, once every two seconds. The wet squelching sound of lubricated silicon on silicon filled the studio. Schlrrrp Schlrrrp Schlrrrp The microphone caught every nasty, wet noise in perfect clarity. "Nnnnghhh~ Mmmmmph~" AneKitty's whole body rocked with each thrust. She could feel the dildo stretching her channel wid
