“Happy birthday to you!”

Ellie and Michael sang the last notes of the song as they carried a package across the room toward Lauren, who was sitting on the couch. As the song finished, they placed the large package down in front of her.

Lauren squinted at it, sizing it up. “There isn’t a person in it, is there?”

Michael rolled his eyes. “That was one time.”

“Twice if you count both of you!” Ellie added, holding up two fingers.

“Two times, then. But no, to the best of my knowledge, there is not a person in there.” Michael hesitated a moment and then glanced at Ellie. “There isn’t, right?”

Ellie just giggled.

“It bothers me that you’re not saying no.”

“What, and ruin the suspense?”

Lauren laughed.

It had been a pretty wild couple of months since Christmas, when their couple had become a throuple. It was probably one of the weirder ways to get together—her best friend tying her up as a gift to her boyfriend, only for her to find out that her boyfriend was in the same position, and the best friend was willing to take full advantage—but there had been hardly a dull moment since then. Ellie was an eager dom, and caring, but most of all inventive. Lauren was never sure what to expect from her, and she loved it.

One other thing she wasn’t sure of, though, was the relationship status between the three of them. Was she still dating Michael only, and Ellie was just a friend with benefits? Were they all dating? When she wasn’t making Lauren lick her, Ellie acted the same as she had before Christmas, which could be confusing. Even now, several months later, they hadn’t all sat down and talked it through explicitly.

Lauren shook her head. Now was no time to worry about that: it was her birthday, and it was time to chillax.

“Thanks, you two,” she said, smiling as they sat down on either side of her. “You didn’t need to do all this!” She gestured at the room as a whole, which was now dressed up for a birthday: balloons were tied to the chair she normally sat at to eat, and “Happy Birthday” banners hung near the ceiling.

“That was all Mike,” Ellie said. “He really went all out for you!”

“Well, I mean,” Mike said, blushing a little, “it’s your special day.”

“And it means a lot to me, baby,” Lauren said, leaning into him and pressing her head against his cheek. “Especially after the week I’ve had. Hoo!”

“Oh?” Michael’s expression turned concerned. He got both hands around Lauren’s shoulders and started massaging, something he liked to do for her at times like this. “What’s wrong, Laurie?”

“Mm, that is nice,” Lauren murmured, feeling the tension leaving her shoulders squeeze by squeeze—not all of the tension, but it was helping regardless. “It’s just, there’s this lady at work and she’s being so dumb and not coordinating with me about the project we’re supposed to be working on together, so I can’t meet my deadlines, but then she complains to our boss and makes it sound like it’s my fault, and I know it’s not because I’ve got documentation to prove it! Jesus Christ, it makes me insane just thinking about it.”

“That sucks,” Michael agreed, as his thumbs pressed into her back. “So what do you wanna do about it? Maybe go for a walk to try to chill out, or we could watch a movie, or play some games together, or—”

Laurie raised a hand. “Mikey, you’re very sweet. But honestly, I think what I really want is for someone to fuck my brains out.”

“Oh. Uh.” Michael’s hands stopped pressing into her. “Wow.”

“I think that’s where I come in,” Ellie said. She reached out and jostled the package that still lay unopened in front of Lauren. “Come on, see what’s inside. You’d better do it soon, we forgot to cut airholes in the box.” She winked.

“We forgot to cut what?” Michael said.

Lauren found an edge of the wrapping paper and ripped it open, revealing a taped-up box. Ellie handed her a pair of scissors to slice through the tape, and Lauren made quick work of it.

Despite Ellie’s teasing, there was not a person inside. What there was looked like a big, floppy mass of straps and buckles. Lauren lifted it out of the box, letting gravity help it unfold, and only then did she have an idea of what she was looking at. “Is this what I think it is?” she asked.

“That depends,” Ellie said, tapping her phone. She pulled something up and showed the screen to Lauren. “Is this what you think it is?”

The picture on her phone was a woman in a bondage harness, formed out of the same straps that were in Lauren’s hand. The harness criss-crossed up and down her torso and a little bit down her thighs, leaving every intimate place exposed, and had metal rings dangling at key points to allow things to be attached easily. A pair of wrist cuffs with their own rings completed the look.

Lauren explored the real-life counterpart with her hands, feeling the cool metal of the rings on her skin, running her fingers down the straps, testing the strength of the buckles. She looked down at the box and saw the wrist cuffs, as well as two more similar cuffs which had to be for her ankles. She wasn’t exactly an expert on this, but it looked high quality and expensive.

“This is amazing,” she breathed. “We are going to have some real fun with this.”

“I’m so glad you like it,” Michael said. “It wasn’t easy to find one that—”

“Real fun? Excuse me?” Ellie’s tone was stern as she interrupted, a sternness that sent a tingle up Lauren’s spine. She turned to face Lauren, eyes narrow. “So what we’ve been doing up until now, that hasn’t been real fun?”

“Well, I didn’t mean—”

“So when I tied you and Michael together and pegged you both with a double strap-on, that wasn’t real fun?”

“Ellie—mistress, please—”

“Oh, what about the time where I put you on your hands and knees and you got to be my pet dog for a day? Was that not real fun?”

“Mistress, I didn’t mean to imply—”

“What about you?” Ellie asked, turning to Michael. “Would you say we’ve been having real fun, Mikey?”

“Yes, mistress,” he said demurely, his head bowing a little. “I liked the one where you hypnotized me into thinking I was also Lauren.”

“Yes, I liked it too,” Ellie said. “Hypnosis can be such fun.” She smiled indulgently at him for a moment.

Then her attention returned to Lauren, and her expression soured. Despite her loose-fitting shirt and jeans, she suddenly looked like as much of a dominatrix as when she wore her corset and high heels. “But apparently I’ve been very disappointing to you? Well, let’s see if we can have some real fun.” She clapped her hands twice, sharply. “Strip.”

“Yes, mistress.” Lauren stood up and started stripping, trying to hide a smile.

If they’d still been just friends, this would have all been a ludicrous overreaction on Ellie’s part. But Lauren knew by now that this wasn’t exactly a demand from Ellie, but rather an invitation. After all, she had her safe word, and she could turn it down if she wanted. But why on earth would she do that?

In less than a minute, Lauren stood naked in her living room, with both her favorite people staring at her. “Good girl,” Ellie cooed, as Lauren crossed her hands over her crotch in a mock display of bashfulness—one which happened to squeeze her breasts between her arms. Truth was, it made her feel so warm inside to look pretty for them. “Michael, what do you think?” Ellie asked.

Michael was staring at Lauren like she was the most beautiful thing in the world. It seemed to take him a moment to realize Ellie had asked a question. “Oh, I think she looks, um… good.”

“Good,” Ellie said, “but not real good.” She clapped her hands again, twice. “Put on the harness, girl. Michael, help her.”

“Yes, mistress,” both of them said at once. Michael stood up and grabbed the harness from the box where Lauren had left it, and started helping her get into it. It wasn’t easy: there were about a hundred holes and it wasn’t clear which one her arm needed to go through.

“Girl, do this,” she murmured to Michael, who was doing up some straps behind her. “Girl, do that. So commanding, I love it. Why can’t you be more like that, hmm?”

She felt Michael’s movements slow down a bit as he strapped her in. “Michael,” she said, turning her head to look at him, “I’m joking. You know I’m joking, right?”

“Sure,” he said, his gaze focused on the straps he was working on.

Lauren began to feel like she’d really stuck her foot in her mouth. “Seriously,” she said, “I wasn’t—”

“I didn’t say for you to talk,” Ellie said, cutting across their little conversation. Lauren shut up and let Michael finish harnessing her.

Before long, it was done. Lauren looked down at herself, practically salivating at the feeling of straps on skin, the sight of so many convenient ways to keep herself bound up.

“Stand at attention,” Ellie said, and Lauren did: back straight, eyes forward. Ellie stood from her seat at last, walked over to Lauren, and ran a hand along her body. Lauren shivered but tried not to move at the touch, which wandered from strap to strap, caressing the exposed skin in between each one.

Ellie finally let her hand rest on Lauren’s cheek. “You’re beautiful,” Ellie breathed.

“Thank you, mistress,” Lauren said. Her mind raced, thinking of all the ways that Mistress Ellie could restrain her. What would it be? A hog tie? Maybe a frog tie instead. Or maybe that reverse prayer bondage she’d been trying to work up the flexibility for—

Ellie lifted her hand off Lauren’s cheek and snapped her fingers. “Activate doll mode,” she said. “Now, doll, kindly restrain her.”

Michael grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back.

Lauren’s eyes went wide. “What the—what? Mike?”

“Doll, kindly help me bring her to the bedroom?”

Michael started marching forward, forcing Lauren along with him. Lauren tried to shake him off, out of surprise as much as anything, but his grip stayed firm as they entered the bedroom.

“Doll, kindly pin Lauren to the bed.”

Michael practically threw her onto the bed, face-first. Lauren turned herself over as soon as she could, trying to see what was going on—and then Michael was on top of her, one wrist in each hand, holding her down. Now that she could see his expression, it was glassy, vacant.

“Good doll,” Ellen said appreciatively, walking into the room and letting her hips sway with each step. She crouched down by Lauren’s head and grabbed one of the straps that was, at this point, permanently attached to the bed. “I’m not sure why you’re so confused,” Ellie said, attaching the strap to the cuff already on Lauren’s wrist, then tightening. “It’s just a little post-hypnotic suggestion I’ve implanted in him.”

“Post-hypnotic what?” Lauren struggled as Ellie moved around the bed to her other wrist, binding that one too. Not that she really wanted to get free, but it was fun to try.

“It’s easy, with how often I hypnotize him.” Ellie winked, walked back to Lauren’s ankles, and slapped Michael on the butt on her way. “And with how much my little doll loves it.”

In less than a minute, Lauren was fully strapped to the bed. She stared at the bedroom door across from her, and the closet doors next to it, and couldn’t move from her spot.

“Good doll,” Ellie said. “You can kindly get off now.” Michael did so, standing neutrally next to Ellie, gazing forward into empty space. Usually she had to spend fifteen minutes putting him under, so it was never a surprise to Lauren. But this? This was new and surprising, and Lauren loved it.

“Mistress,” she started to say—

“Quiet,” Ellie said, and Lauren shut up. “I did hear you talking to him, you know. Wishing he could be more commanding. That wasn’t a very nice thing of you to say, girl, but since it’s your birthday I think I can grant your wish.” She leaned over the bed. “How would you like for Mikey to… what was your wording? Fuck your brains out?”

Lauren found herself blushing profusely.

“Well, he’s hardly dressed for it now. I think he should get into something a little more appropriate.” Ellie walked over to the closet doors and pulled them open.

Lauren’s eyes widened. There, in the closet, was the doll outfit that Michael had been put in last Christmas—or, as she now knew it was called, the kigurumi outfit. The mask stared blankly from its position on a foam head, and the rest of the clothes and accessories dangled from hangers. The hadatai in particular always looked strange to her, like an animal skin.

The sight wasn’t only strange, though. Her thighs rubbed against each other in anticipation of what was to come.

“One second,” Ellie said, walking out of the room. Lauren wasn’t sure why, and when Ellie came back into the room with a tall chair and a flashlight in each hand, she still wasn’t sure. Ellie placed the flashlight on the stool, then reached into the closet. “Now, I think my dolly should have some privacy while she gets changed,” she said. “But not too much!”

From the back of the closet she pulled something that Lauren had hardly ever used—a privacy screen on wheels, given to her by her weirdly conservative mother when she had moved in with Michael, probably to preserve her virtue or something. Lauren snickered to herself: it would be very funny if she knew how it was being used now.

Ellie opened the screen to its fullest width, hiding herself from view. It was taller than her, and by extension taller than Michael since they were basically the same height, and it was so wide that it blocked Lauren’s view of some of the bedroom door as well as the closet. And then, Lauren heard a click.

The flashlight turned on, and Lauren’s eyebrows rose: Ellie had reappeared, a black silhouette against the thin white membrane of the privacy screen. She waved, a big exaggerated motion, and then stuck out two fingers in bunny ears. “Can you see me, girlfriend? How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Two! Uh, mistress.”

“Good, so that works. Now, doll, kindly come here.”

Still with the same blank expression, Michael walked behind the screen. And then he didn’t have any expression at all: he was reduced to a blank, black silhouette.

“Now, I’m going to whisper this next instruction in my dolly’s ear,” Ellie explained, “because I don’t want you to know exactly what she’s going to do to you. So, doll….” She leaned forward, cupping a hand over her mouth, and what she said next was too quiet for Lauren to make out.

Then she stood up straight and walked past the screen and back into sight, as Michael’s silhouette started moving—specifically, started undressing, shirt first. “All right,” Ellie said with a grin. “Now it’s time for my doll to show you just how dominant she can be. I’ll check in on you two later, but for now, I’ll leave you to it. Toodles!” With a little wave, she walked out the door.

Lauren focused her full attention on Michael, who by now was fully naked. She could see his manhood dangling between his legs, in the brief moments when he faced either forward or away from her. However, he wasn’t stopping to let her appreciate the view: with the same robotic movements he’d been using this whole time, he started dressing up.

And in fact, the first part of dressing up was putting that manhood away. He picked up a piece of cloth with straps, little larger than a pair of panties, that Lauren knew was his gaff. After a little adjustment between the legs, he stepped into it and pulled it up, and now his legs had nothing between them.

Next came the corset, a short one that only went around the waist rather than extending up to the chest. He pulled it on and then tightened, tighter and tighter, giving himself the beginnings of an hourglass shape.

And next were the breast forms, and the hip forms….

Lauren watched with rapt attention as his transformation continued. She’d seen it a few times, and even helped once or twice, but that didn’t make it any less fascinating. The man she knew and loved was disappearing, bit by bit, into a different identity—

No, that wasn’t quite right. The man she knew and loved had already disappeared, temporarily erased by hypnosis. Lauren was watching a mannequin dressing itself, bit by bit, layering an all-new identity onto itself. Her thighs rubbed each other again, and she felt a bit of wetness around her crotch.

It wasn’t just the appearance, either. Maybe it was just her imagination, but even the way he moved—the way it moved—the way she moved seemed to be changing. No more robotically pulling up a gaff: when the girl pushed the breast forms onto her chest, she spent a little more time there than was necessary, squeezing and rubbing them. And when she attached the hip forms, her hips gyrated slowly under her hands. “Work it, girl!” Lauren called out, laughing.

The penultimate step was the hadatai, that smooth doll-like skin that would conceal the padding and shaping beneath. It was slightly translucent, showing up as a gray silhouette on the screen rather than a black one.

The girl’s every movement was deliberate now, rolling the legs of the costume up her legs like delicate tights. She pulled the fabric against her crotch and felt it with her hand, making sure there were no creases… or was she rubbing between her legs for a bit longer than necessary? But then she kept going, sliding it up her body as her hips rocked back and forth, becoming one with her second skin. It slid onto her arms, and finally over her head, leaving no human skin to break the doll illusion.

Then came the step that completed the transformation: the girl before her reached into the closet, her hand disappearing from view as it left the view of the flashlight, and pulled out the big full-head mask. She lifted it high above her head, so high that Lauren could see the silver hair above the screen, and then lowered it carefully down.

Lauren wasn’t looking at her boyfriend anymore. The figure in front of her was now completely, cartoonishly feminine.

And she was hot. Lauren’s bisexuality had come into sharp focus since Ellie had entered her love life, and the character behind the screen had all the right curves, and all the right moves. Lauren definitely had a wet spot between her legs now, soaking into the bed. She made a little “Mm,” of pleasure, squirming against her restraints.

And the girl hadn’t stopped moving. She brought her hands to her face, slowly, like the screen was a mirror that she was seeing for the first time, astonishing herself with her own beauty. Then, still slowly, she brought one hand down to her breast, and another to her smooth, bulgeless crotch, and felt them. And felt them harder, and rubbed them, and squeezed them, and her hips gyrated, and her fingers moved up and down like she was actually touching herself the way a girl would, the way Lauren suddenly wanted to, desperately wanted to, and Lauren struggled against her restraints, and moaned out loud—

The girl before her brought a hand to her mouth, as if she hadn’t realized she had a voyeur before hearing the moan. She hunched suddenly inward, shielding her breasts with one arm and her crotch with another, the very picture of embarrassment. (That had to be all credit to Ellie’s hypnosis: Lauren knew Michael couldn’t act this well.) Hurriedly, not wanting to stop covering herself any longer than necessary, the girl reached behind her and clicked the flashlight off.

Her silhouette vanished, and Lauren saw nothing but a blank screen again.

Lauren let out some breathy pants, the heat in her body dying down. What a tease, to get her going like that and then turn off the show! She tugged at her arm restraint once or twice, as if it would give, but she knew it wouldn’t.

Oh well, she’d just have to wait for the next part of the show. She heard sounds from behind the screen that sounded like someone getting dressed, so hopefully it wouldn’t be too long—and in fact, it wasn’t. Only a minute or two later, the dressing sounds stopped, and Lauren heard a few quick steps.

And then there was Mai Sakurajima, walking out from behind the screen with a mature, confident stride.

Lauren smiled. “Hello, Mai!” she said, as the girl strode along the bed and stopped at her side. “So, you’re my Christmas present and my birthday present, is that right?”

Mai nodded, and though her face couldn’t move, it tilted to emphasize her small smile. She wore her school attire modestly, with a skirt and shirt and tie and unbuttoned brown blazer over the top, which was not what Lauren had expected from a girl known for dressing like a Playboy bunny.

And then she did something else that Lauren didn’t expect: she reached down and undid the cuff around Lauren’s hand.

“Huh?” Lauren asked, as Mai kneeled on the bed, reached over and undid the other cuff. “Then what was the point of being tied up—”

Mai grabbed the straps that criss-crossed Lauren’s chest and yanked her upright.

“Oh,” Lauren said, blushing. Mai straddled her, staring at her with—well, with the same expression as ever, of course, but somehow it seemed expectant now. Even, Lauren dared to hope, demanding. With a gentle but firm grasp, Mai took one of Lauren’s hands and placed it on her chest.

“You want me to… grope you?”

Mai tilted her head, then closed Lauren’s fingers around the open blazer.

“Oh! You want me to undress you.”

Mai nodded once, curtly.

“Yes, my doll,” Lauren said, and got to it.

She started with the blazer, pulling that down Mai’s arms and tossing it to the side. Next up was the vest, which had to go up and over her head: Mai swayed slowly from side to side as it left her body. The motion of pulling up exposed not just the white button-down shirt underneath the vest, but what was underneath the shirt as well, and Lauren smiled.

Mai guided Lauren’s hands up to her own neck, where they undid the tie, and then down her front to undo each button of her shirt. Bit by bit, Lauren exposed what lay beneath the school uniform: not a ‘naked’ kigurumi doll, but Mai’s iconic bunny suit. Then, she reached around Mai’s rear and unzipped her skirt, allowing Mai to toss it aside and reveal her bunny tail. Last of all, Mai reached down, opened a bedside drawer, and pulled out her bunny ears to place on her head, completing the look.

She took Lauren’s hands again, and guided them gently up and down her own body. Lauren felt her curves directly now, rather than just watching them, and they were as good as they looked. From the perfect, symmetrical breasts on her chest, to the hourglass waist confined by her bunny suit, and then down past the fluffy tail on her back until Lauren was cupping her rear, and even past that to her long, long legs, feeling the texture of the leggings….

Lauren had seen Michael get dressed in this—she knew it had to be him—but if she hadn’t, she would never believe a male body could be hiding underneath all this. There was no evidence through all her bodily inspection of the shapewear responsible for this look, no hidden creases or seams that made themselves known beneath the fingers. She was perfectly smooth, perfectly doll-like, perfectly feminine.

And when Mai guided Lauren’s hand back toward Mai’s crotch, Lauren felt even more perfection. Even after all the rubbing, even when Michael must surely be aroused from all this, she couldn’t feel anything male under her palm. Not even when Mai took her hand once more, pushing it harder, moving it about—and Lauren took the signal to start rubbing. Mai got to work with her own hand as well, mirroring Lauren’s movements, teasing at Lauren’s own femininity.

With her other hand on Lauren’s back, she pulled her in and kissed her.

The moment was strange—Lauren’s lips moving on lips that didn’t move back. But they were passionate nonetheless. Lauren put her free arm around Mai in turn, rubbing her back as much as she was rubbing her crotch, and she felt Mai’s hips start moving in concert.

It was… nice.

Was nice all it was? It was sexy, and loving, and strange enough to be erotic—and technically, yes, she was being told what to do, and technically her legs were still bound. But for all of that… it wasn’t quite what she’d been promised.

She pulled away from the kiss for a second. “I thought you were going to dominate me,” she mumbled, letting herself sound just a bit bratty.

Mai stared coldly at her for a few seconds.

Her hand came off of Lauren’s back and slapped her in the face. Before Lauren could recover, Mai stood up on the bed, planted her high heeled shoe on Lauren’s chest, and shoved her back down flat.

“Yes,” Lauren whispered. Mai, standing quite securely on the bed despite her heels, traced the tip of her shoe down Lauren’s body, gliding from strap to strap. Before long, she made it to Lauren’s crotch, and started teasing her with just the tip of the heel.

But it was teasing only: after a minute or so, when Lauren felt like her arousal might be going somewhere, Mai left her alone for a few seconds until she cooled down. And then she started the process over. After two rounds of this, Mai kneeled down to straddle Lauren’s legs and got to work with her hands instead, increasing the pleasure.

It was maddening, which meant it was a massive improvement. “Fuck,” Lauren breathed, no longer able to sound bratty even if she wanted to. Mai lay down by her pussy, and started to ‘kiss’ the insides of Lauren’s thighs, tickling them with those hard unmoving lips. “Please, mistress, let me cum? Please? I’m sorry I called you—”

Mai pushed two fingers inside her, and Lauren let out a cry—for a moment, but it wasn’t enough. The next thing she knew, Mai was crawling up and over her, and then she shoved those same fingers into Lauren’s mouth. Lauren gagged, tasting herself at the back of her throat.

Then Mai returned to her crotch, and her ‘kisses’ moved up Lauren’s moistened thighs to her wet lower lips. Before long, Mai was performing mock cunnilingus, with both hands keeping Lauren’s legs spread apart. The stimulation increased, but still not to the breaking point, and through all of it Lauren could see those eyes staring unblinkingly at her. Now they looked amused.

“Mistress—please—” Lauren’s hips bucked, grinding them against Mai’s frozen face as she tried to achieve release.

Mai sat up, grabbed the straps by Lauren’s crotch to lift up her rear, and spanked her hard on the ass. Lauren yelped. With that, Mai stood up and walked to the head of the bed, then bent over and reattached the straps to Lauren’s cuffs. For a moment, worry coursed through Lauren—had she blown her chance? Was Mai—was Michael—just going to leave her there, unsatisfied?

Instead, Mai reached into the bedside drawer again. This time, she took out a big black strap-on—one which usually got used on Michael. She attached it around her waist, then ground the nub against her crotch, her body squirming a little with pleasure. “Oh,” Lauren said, squirming too, trying to entice her mistress to get back to using her.

Mai got back on the bed, and straddled Lauren’s chest, and stuck the strap-on into her face.

Lauren knew what to do, and opened her mouth without having to be forced. With her lips and tongue she smeared her saliva all over the silicone. She didn’t gag easily these days, but Mai tested her regardless—after pushing in and out a few times, she grabbed Lauren’s hair and pulled her forward until she was hilted. Lauren’s eyes watered and rolled up, and she fought back the urge to choke, second after second after second as stars danced in her vision.

Mai finally pulled out, leaving Lauren to cough and heave for breath, but she felt proud to have passed the test. Mai seemed intent on rewarding her, too. She backed up on her knees, leggings brushing against Lauren’s sides, until the strap-on pointed right at her snatch. And then, she thrusted..

It was a revelation as if from on high: stupefying, joyful, terrifying in its intensity.

Mai thrust into her again and again like a machine, her hand grabbing onto Lauren’s harness for support. Lauren felt like her guts were being rearranged, like her body would rattle itself to pieces, like her stomach would burst. When she started to moan with primal delight, Mai smothered her cries with a hand that felt firmer than iron. Again and again Mai pounded her, bounced her up and back along the mattress, and at last—

Her hips bucked once more, and she couldn’t have stopped them for the world. She screamed with pleasure into Mai’s palm, her body shaking with pulse after pulse from the orgasm, like a wave bouncing back and forth in a shallow pool. She couldn’t restrain her spasms, her screams, if she wanted to—but with every movement she felt the restraints on her body regardless.

At length, Lauren collapsed into the mattress. Mai removed her hand from Lauren’s mouth and her silicone cock from Lauren’s pussy, and Lauren let out a huge breath as the fullness left her, then panted for air. Mai then took a few seconds to adjust her hair that had gotten disheveled in the excitement, suddenly cool and unruffled once more.

“That was incredible,” Lauren breathed, and she meant it. From start to finish, it had been an incredible ride. And moreover, Michael had done it all for her—surely couldn’t have derived any sexual pleasure from the fake cock on his crotch. She wasn’t sure she could love him any more than she did right now. “I take it all back, Michael, you know exactly how to be….”

She trailed off, because Mai wasn’t just adjusting her hair. She reached around her head with both hands, and pulling up. The gesture looked strangely grotesque, now that Lauren had gotten used to the doll head: it first rotated forward, clearing the chin underneath, and then rose up and up to reveal the human head within.

And it wasn’t Mike’s head. “Hey, girlfriend,” Ellie said, and winked as she put the head down on the bed.

Lauren’s jaw dropped.

“Oh, I love that expression on your face.” Ellie said, reaching out to caress Lauren’s cheek. “That brain-broken bewilderment. That moment where you can’t quite believe what you’re seeing.” She patted Lauren’s cheek twice. “I love being able to get that out of you.”

“But—you—Michael—”

“Up-bup-bup, no interrupting.” Ellie reached into the bedside drawer again and pulled out a ballgag, which she forced into Lauren’s mouth without ceremony. Lauren was reduced to making muffled, confused noises, which Ellie could easily ignore. “Now, it’s actually very simple.”

Lauren stared at her as Ellie got up. Simple? But—but it had been Michael, hadn’t it? Michael’s body crammed into that hourglass figure, pummeling her with pleasure until she burst?

Ellie gestured to the screen. “You know the secret to any good magic trick? Misdirection. You were so busy watching Michael suit up that you didn’t realize that this screen here covers up some of the doorway to your bedroom.”

She walked over to the screen, and then behind the right partition of the screen, and then out again. “Just enough that someone, if she was careful, could walk out of the room and then sneak back in while you were distracted. Someone with her own identical costume, purchased for just such an occasion.”

Lauren’s mind raced. The bedroom doorway was right next to the closet, and the screen had partially blocked her view of both. She’d seen Ellie walk out, but then hadn’t paid attention to whether she’d walked right into the living room area, or left into the bathroom. Ellie could have absolutely stashed her costume there beforehand, then gotten dressed and snuck back into the room behind the screen, leaving Lauren none the wiser.

From the moment she’d walked out from behind the screen—it had been Ellie.

She grinned. “But now you’re probably asking, where is Michael? Well, I’ll show you!” She grabbed the near edge of the screen and walked sideways, folding it up.

And Lauren saw the second, identical Mai kigurumi.

She sat on the stool that had held the flashlight, which had fallen to the floor. She wore a bunnysuit and bunny ears just like Ellie’s. She masturbated furiously, one hand working at her smooth crotch while the other one covered her mouth, as if she had any cries to muffle. As the screen drew back to reveal her, she spasmed with surprise and put out both hands as if to block Lauren’s view.

“Oh, don’t act so coy,” Ellie said, her voice low and seductive. She walked around behind the stool and put her hands around the second Mai’s torso, speaking into her ear. “I saw you showing off to her when you were getting dressed, playing with yourself behind the screen. You like to be seen.” Mai turned away, and seemed to be trying to shrink.

Ellie’s hands rubbed against Mai’s body, much the same as Mai’s hands had been just before, and Lauren could hardly tell the difference. “It was so much fun to make you watch,” Ellie breathed. “To watch your girlfriend over there think I was you. But I’m not all mean. I’m not going to make you sit out the whole time.” One hand left Mai’s breast to caress her face. “Would you like to help me give Laurie her birthday present?”

Mai nodded, only a little.

“Then follow… my… lead.”

Ellie did a few things then. She released the second Mai, walked back to the bed, and grabbed her own kigurumi head. She returned to the screen that she’d folded up, and slowly unfolded it once more, gradually blocking the second Mai from view until Lauren could only see Ellie poking out from the right side. She grinned at Lauren, winked, and disappeared behind the screen as well.

Perhaps fifteen seconds later, the flashlight switched on.

At first, Lauren could only see one person—one Mai doll in silhouette, once more in a neutral pose. Where had Ellie gone—or, perhaps, where had Michael gone?

But then, the shadows of a second pair of arms rose up from her shoulders, and reached around in front of Mai’s silhouette, caressing her from behind. The Mai in front squirmed as those hands worked at her breasts and her crotch, and for several seconds their combined silhouette was a confused mass where Lauren couldn’t see where one body ended and the other began.

The behind-Mai rotated around to the front, and turned both of them a quarter-turn, putting them in profile. Now Lauren could see them both, and they were making out—their lips kissing, their hands roving over each other’s bodies, and Lauren felt herself revving up again.

One of the Mais separated from the other, reached down and grasped at the other one’s cock—right, Ellie had a strap-on, and Michael didn’t. For a few seconds, Lauren felt like she had a handle on things again… but then they separated a bit more, and they both had members sticking out from their crotches. Ellie must have strapped it onto Michael, extremely quickly. The other Mai—the first Mai?—rubbed the other’s strap-on in the same masturbatory way.

They went back in for kisses, rubbing their members against one another, frotting. Lauren’s arousal grew, which made it hard for her to keep track—okay, the Mai on the right had taken the lead at first, that had to be Ellie, so if she just kept track of that she would be all right….

But the Mai on the right looked right at her, cocked her head with amusement, and held out a hand. Three fingers outstretched—then two—then one—

Right-Mai took left-Mai by the shoulders, and spun the two of them around and around, enough times that Lauren lost track of who was who. And then, one of the Mais reached behind them and turned the light off.

Without a second to spare, one Mai walked out from the left side of the screen, and one from the right at the same moment. Their gait as they walked was identical. So was the pose they made, hands on hips, to stare at Lauren. So were their silicone cocks.

“Oh, no,” Lauren tried to say, but she was still gagged.

Still moving like a single person being reflected, the two Mais walked up to the side of the bed. They reached behind her head to undo her gag, and while one tossed the gag to the side, the other forced her mouth open with her fingers. They both stuck their index and middle fingers into her mouth with their free hands, making her lick at them, coating them with saliva from a mouth that was already full of it.

It didn’t matter whether she wanted to obey or not—it didn’t matter that she did want to obey—they still forced her to.

She coughed and gasped when they pulled their fingers out, then watched as they ran their fingers up and down their strap-ons in a masturbatory motion, coating them with her spittle. Their movements were still identical.

But then they broke the symmetry. Without any apparent communication, the Mai on her left grabbed her harness and pulled up, lifting her high enough above the bed that she felt the straps pulling her wrists and ankles down. It was enough for the Mai on her right to slide onto the bed and beneath her. Lauren felt the cloth skin on her back, the fake breasts—real breasts?—squeezed up against her own skin.

The Mai beneath her wrapped arms around Lauren’s torso and her legs around Lauren’s legs, grabbing her harness tight. Lauren felt the fingers digging into her belly, the texture of the leggings pressed into her skin. It would have been enough to immobilize her if she wasn’t already bound.

The other Mai clambered onto the bed, aligning her strap-on once more with Lauren’s crotch, and grabbed the harness at her hips. She looked down her body and saw both strap-ons pointed at her holes, and felt their tips against her skin.

Lauren took a deep breath, just before they took the plunge.

They went slowly at first, alternating their thrusts, and that was good because Lauren had felt intense enough the first time with only one of them. This time, there wasn’t even time to gasp for breath between thrusts—she was constantly being filled up, shaking up and down.

They weren’t just thrusting, either. The Mai beneath her, the one in her ass, was kneading at her breasts and pinching her nipples. The one above her was taking time between thrusts to slap her ass every so often. The phrase ‘sensory overload’ wasn’t doing it justice.

Then she felt another movement behind her. The Mai beneath her moved her head next to Lauren’s, one arm wrapping over Lauren’s neck, and spoke in Ellie’s voice. “Enjoying your birthday gift, girl?”

“Yes, mistress?” Lauren gasped, and meant it—but she was confused as well. Was Ellie really giving the game away right now?

And then the Mai atop her crawled forward, getting face-to-face with Lauren. And she spoke with Ellie’s voice too. “I did so much preparation to make sure you’d appreciate it. Both of me did.”

“Wh—?” Lauren’s eyes bulged. Ellie’s voice was coming out of the other mask now.

“Preparations like putting a microphone in one mask,” said the Mais below her, and the Mai atop her continued, “and a speaker in the other.” That Mai tapped her head, and her expression managed to look smug. “It filters out anything that isn’t my voice, and I can adjust the mic sensitivity with my tongue, so if I have it at max sensitivity and speak very quietly, you’ll only hear me through the speaker.”

And then both Mais spoke: “Or I can turn the sensitivity to normal, and talk out of two faces at once. Aren’t I clever?”

Lauren glanced frantically between her two captors. Was there any sound, any whisper coming out of one as the other spoke that could identify the real Ellie? Or had Ellie thought of that too—maybe some noise canceling material in the interior of the mask?

“It’s so much fun to keep you guessing.” Both Mais, simultaneously, tweaked Lauren’s nipples, and her back arched. “So let’s make it a guessing game. Which one is which? Which one of me, is me?

“Am I underneath you, pounding into that tight ass?” the bottom one asked.

The penetrations started speeding up.

“Or on top of you,” the top one countered, “filling up that perfect pussy?”

The Mai below squeezed tighter around her torso.

“There’s a reward if you guess right….”

The Mai above took hold of her chest.

“And a penalty if you don’t.

“So guess carefully, girl,” they both said.

Guess? Lauren could hardly think. Her whole attention was being taken up by the rods pounding into her like pistons, faster and faster. “You… Mistress… fuck,” she panted. Sweat poured out of her skin. She was losing track of what was happening, with hands roving around her body, and flesh slapping against flesh, and her orgasm slowly building toward its climax—

“No,” Ellie said.

And then she felt both of them leaving her. “What—mistress—” she whimpered, and for all that she’d felt overfull before she now felt empty, but was far too overwhelmed to do anything about it. Even when the Mai below her slipped out from underneath, even when she felt her bonds being undone.

“No,” Ellie said through both masks, as both Mais kneeled at the end of the bed. “No, not like this. It’s not enough.” She—they—both Mais unstrapped their strap-ons and tossed them to the sides, then took their bunny suits and pulled them aside, and then frantically got their hands working on the garments underneath.

“I need to feel this myself,” she said, her voice full of hunger. Lauren heard zippers, and ruffling fabric, and then a more fleshy sound, as both Mais had a hand fully disappeared beneath their leggings.

“I need it raw!” From one of the Mai’s crotches, through a slit in the leggings, she pulled out a real, dripping cock. Michael’s cock, one she’d seen plenty of times.

And then, a second later, the other one followed suit.

“Whuh?” Lauren whimpered. “But—but—” It was the same. It was identical in size and girth, and smeared with precum the same way, it was precisely the same. But Ellie didn’t—she couldn’t—

The two Mais advanced on her, and she didn’t react in the slightest. They took her and flipped her over, on her hands and knees in doggy style, posing her like a love doll. Her mouth was already hanging blankly open, and her eyes crossed as Michael’s cock moved forward—

It entered her mouth as the other one entered her pussy.

“So, have you figured it out yet?” Ellie taunted from both ends. No more alternating: both sides thrust into Lauren simultaneously, pounding her again and again. “Which one is really me, and which one is Michael?”

Lauren’s eyes rolled up in her sockets.

“Or have you considered that maybe neither of them are me this time? Maybe I’m in another room with a speaker and two little subs pretending to be me. Maybe Michael isn’t here either—maybe I’ve just gotten all my friends and put them in cute little costumes and got them to fuck my favorite little toy. Railing her again and again until she can’t think of anything but kigurumi cock.”

The fantasy filled Lauren’s brain, and for a moment that was all she could think of—a line of identical Mais, waiting outside the room to fill her up.

“But the truth is that they’re both mine.” Ellie’s voice was getting more excited, as if she was losing control. “And I love it—I love owning you both. Turning Mikey into this, my perfect doppelganger, a puppet for me to control. Turning you into this, my perfect sexdoll, my perfect little toy to be used….”

Lauren was completely limp. She was just a toy at this point, helpless to move or think her own thoughts as they filled her up, over and over again, and she struggled to breathe past the cock in her mouth, and felt the hands grabbing her hair and forcing her head to bob forward and back, and the hands on her hips doing much the same, and it was too much, too much—

She came harder than she had in weeks, letting out as much of a cry as she could with a cock down her throat, her hips bucking with all the strength she had left—which wasn’t much.

Only seconds later, the people fucking her came too, grabbing her hair and hips harder and pulling her tighter for a moment. Her lips went down to the hilt in front, and she felt her rear pressing against the other Mai’s body as well.

She tasted the Mai in front, feeling the salty fluid in her mouth and on her lips as front-Mai pulled out. She swallowed as best as she could between gasps for air. Back-Mai didn’t pull out, and Lauren didn’t resist as her fluid spurted unprotected into her pussy.

At length, both two Mais let her go, and the rear Mai eased out of her. She was too overwhelmed to even collapse, and her rear stayed pointed up even as her head sagged down, and she stared up at the cock before her.

“Time to choose,” Ellie said from both masks. “Just give us a sign, Laurie.”

Lauren didn’t give them a sign. She just panted, unable to move, unable to muster up the brain power to try to move. It was blissful, but she couldn’t even put together the thought to realize it was blissful.

“Really? You’ve got pretty good odds, fifty fifty. Aren’t you going to try?”

Slowly, her rear fell to the side and she was sideways on the mattress. She felt so warm, she was floating on clouds.

“Last chance.” The Mai in front of her held up her hand, fingers splayed. “Five, four, three, two, one….” One by one her fingers curled inward, until they were in a fist.

“Zero. That’s a forfeit, girl.”

The Mai behind her clambered forward in front of her again, so Lauren could see them both. “Well, time to show you. Deactivate doll mode.”

The Mai to Lauren’s right—the one that had just cum down her throat—shivered. Then she reached up and pulled off her mask. It was Michael, with a ballgag in his mouth.

He reached up and grabbed the hood of the hadatai to pull it down, exposing the straps of the gag, and undid it, letting droplets of drool fall onto the blanket. “So,” he said, a little out of breath, “dominant enough for you?”

Lauren still could hardly move, but she mustered up the energy for a small, dazed smile.

“Um, Lauren? Lauren?” Michael waved a hand in front of her face.

Ellie snorted. “I think we broke her.” She reached up to pull her own mask off.

“I’ll be right back.” Michael hopped off the bed and walked out of the room, cock still dangling from his mostly-feminine crotch. Lauren heard a faucet running, then Michael was back with a glass of water. “Drink this.” He helped her lift her head, then got the cup to her lips. She drank, slowly at first, but then faster and more greedily. The cup—a big cup, too—was empty in no time at all.

Lauren felt like she had a little control over herself again. Clumsily, she got her feet beneath her, then in front of her, and sat back against the head of the bed.

“Lauren?” Michael asked. “Was that… good?”

Finally, Lauren spoke. “That… was fucking amazing.” She laughed. “How—how did you even… I don’t even know how you did that!”

“It took a lot of work,” Michael said. “It wasn’t just hypnosis—Ellie and I worked on it for weeks, practicing how to act the same way.”

Ellie grinned, and moved forward on her knees, her cock swaying into Lauren’s face. “You know what else took weeks? Have a feel over here.”

She took Lauren’s hand and guided it toward the slit in her leggings, and Lauren followed Ellie’s lead and reached inside. She felt a lot of fabric, and the part of the cock that was concealed by that fabric—and then it ended abruptly, and not quite at Ellie’s crotch. Instead, Lauren felt straps and belts beneath.

“Another strap-on?” Lauren asked, pulling her hand back out.

“A custom made strap-on. A couple weeks ago, Michael had this little guy scanned—” Ellie reached over and playfully swatted Michael’s dick “—and sent the data to a company that does specialty toys. There’s a little tube in it for the juices. I was pretty worried it wouldn’t get here in time, but it did!”

“You did get a package the other day,” Lauren said to Michael, thinking back. “You wouldn’t let me see what was in it.”

“Well, that’s because it was, um… a package.” Michael grinned.

“And you did all that for me?”

Ellie grinned. “I mean, we had fun too, but basically yeah.”

“Absolutely.” Michael leaned forward. “Look, I know I’m not usually dominant like Ellie, I’m not quite… you know, not quite what you’re looking for all the time, but—”

“Shush.” Lauren put a finger up to his mouth. “Michael, this was the best birthday of my life. And it wouldn’t have been that way without you, and Ellie, equally. Sure, you’re not like her—but she’s not like you either. You’re both unique, wonderful people whom I love very much.” She took her finger away from his mouth, but only so she could kiss him, and he kissed her back.

“No kisses for me?” Ellie asked, leaning in. Lauren rolled her eyes, and she and Michael kissed both her cheeks at once.

Lauren laughed. “Well, that was a hell of a present, and I am ready for more! What’s next in the birthday festivities?”

Ellie smiled again. But, once more, it was the smile of a predator. “Oh, weren’t you paying attention? Allow me to remind you, girl. Activate doll mode.”

Michael’s expression blanked out again. Ellie picked up his gag, strapped it into his mouth once more, pulled his hood back up, and remasked him. Then she remasked herself. “You lost the guessing game,” she said—they said. “And that means it’s time for the penalty.”

Before Lauren could ask what she meant, they grabbed her. They bent her elbows and knees, then strapped the wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs to the harness, quickly hobbling her. She was on her back like an overturned turtle, arms and legs effectively at half-length.

She looked up at them, waved an arm, and guessed, “Meow?”

The Mais tilted their heads at her. “No, that’s not the penalty.” One of them got off the bed and walked over to the closet, fidgeting with her exposed cock. The one in front of her was doing much the same, tucking it back under her hadatai and leggings, and then pulling her bunnysuit back into place, so that there was no trace of what lay beneath.

The other Mai emerged from the closet, her own cock similarly stowed, holding a familiar mass of brown fabric.

Lauren’s pulse raced at the sight. Before long, they were putting her back into the teddy bear that had started this whole thing, and she moaned as she felt the dildo enter her from below—and then made a surprised noise when her head was pushed into the bear’s head, and another dildo was pushed into her mouth, attached to the inside of the teddy. That hadn’t been there last time.

They zipped her up, and she was inanimate once again. “Now that you’ve had such a nice birthday present,” said both Mais, “I think it’s time for another role reversal….”

Lauren looked out at them expectantly, eager to find out what the rest of the day had in store. And she was surprised to realize that she could see. The fabric in the bear’s head must have been replaced, at least where her eyes were. Clearly the bear had had some modifications, but how many?

The Mais tilted their heads in amusement. One of them walked into the closet, and pulled out something Lauren hadn’t seen: a big display box, like one you might see at a big store. There was plenty of transparent plastic to show off the product inside, captions all over advertising the teddy bear’s many features, and a big hole down low in the front, labeled Play with me!

The box landed on the bed. The Mais grabbed her, placed her in the box, and closed the top. The big hole in the front was aligned with her front.

“This time,” they said, as one held up a little remote control, “you’ll be the present!”