“What are the actual limits?” Grant asks after a while, using his serious team-captain voice. “For use, I mean. Like what’s—what’s off the table?”
The guys immediately start giving him shit.
“Why areyouasking?” Finn asks, with a shit-eating grin.
“Because someone should—”
“Becauseyouneed to ask, you animal,” Walker adds.
Grant gives them both a look. “I am asking a reasonable question here.”
They all look at me.
I eat a chip, considering how to say this. “So when I’m in doll mode I’m an object. Which means the limits are basically whatever the user wants.”
Grant makes a face like that’s not a useful answer.
“The doll doesn’t have preferences,” I explain. “That’s the whole point.”
“Okay, butyoudo.”
“When I’m offline, I’m not me.” I think about how to make this land. “You can do whatever the fuck you want.”
Grant crosses his arms. “That sounds unethical.”
What a fucking hypocrite.
“You literally said,” I put the chip bag down and look right at him, “and I quote, ‘you’re not a person right now, you’re a warm place to dump my load,’followed by, ‘I’ll shove my cock wherever I want until I’m done, and you’ll be grateful your mouth is good for something,’and then something about—” I think about it. “Oh. ‘Dolls don’t get to choose which hole I use. I’ll carve a new one and fuck it if I want to.’”
“He also said—” Finn drops his voice an octave, doing a Grant impression that’s frankly pretty spot-on. “‘This hole exists for one reason, and that reason is my cock.’”
“He also said,” Miles adds, not looking up from his laptop, completely serene, “‘dolls don’t get to breathe.’”
“And the thing about…” Walker laughs, “‘pretty little pussy.’’”
“Okay—” Grant starts.
“‘This is what your throat was made for,’” Finn continues, still doing the voice, “‘taking me all the way down like a good little cockslut.’”
“Fine! I get it!” Grant says, his face red as fuck. “Fuck off, I washorny.”
“We were all horny, bro,” Walker says. “None of us threatened to carve new holes in the guy.”
“I didn’t hear any complaints,” Grant shoots back. Fair, actually. I had zero complaints. The memory alone is resurrecting my dead dick right now, but I’m not saying that.
The roasting of Grant continues for a while. It’s maybe the most normal conversation we’ve had in weeks. It’s maybe the least normal conversation I’ve ever had in my life. Both of those things are true simultaneously.
I eat another chip.
“It’s insane that you just gave these degenerates an open-access pass,” Miles says, looking at me with something like genuine concern under the amusement.
I shrug. “It’s fine. I trust you guys.”
Miles looks at me for a second, nods, and goes back to his laptop.
“What if I wanna piss inside?” Finn asks out of nowhere.
The room turns on him immediately.
