"Lily, still in there?" I do not award you with any reaction to this stupid question, play as if I did not hear you.

Well, you must have been shouting directly at my ear, or I would not have heard you through the hood anyway.

"I know it's been a while since we've talked. But I'm curious, is Lily still there?" A while... like forever? Also, you have not helped me out of this rubber skin. So, who else should be in here?

I do not reply. How should I, with that tube blocking my vocal chords?

You grab my rubberized boob. I shift. Yeah, I am still alive. I'm even awake! But that's not what you asked. And no, I'll let you stew a little longer in uncertainty.

Nobody would be surprised if I was no longer what once has been Lily. A person. I have been a plaything for so very long. An object. You have not given my brain any meaningful input for what feels like months!

All input I have is dick here, dick there. Shower, enema flush through the plug, catheder drain. Big baby bottle of some cheap all-in-one baby food. Waiting and repeat. And more dicks. Sometimes many dicks. Different dicks. Made to ride them. Made to suck them. You must have let lots of men play with me.

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I must be a great toy. I wanted to be one. I wanted to feel useful after that accident. After I lost my arms and became a disfigured, useless freak. I know now that I was badly exaggerating. I am not as disfigured as I felt. I just have no arms. But I was so helpless, and got deeply depressed. And you used that to form me.

I got my boobs done. For you - I can't touch them. I got my hair removed, and I got my teeth pulled. Who in his right mind would agree to that? But I wasn't right. I was lost, apathetic, indifferent.

Then, I got the rubber skin. Yes, it can be removed again. But somehow, it does not have to. I guess, it can as well be permanent. Anyway, the isolation gave me time to think and get my shit together. Maybe all the orgasms helped, too...

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You caress my lips. I know they have grown. Sometimes you pricked them with needles. They must feel better on dicks this way. I wonder, if I react and prove that I'm still Lily, and not a mindless rubber automaton, will you let me out of this suit? Could I be a girl again? See the sun, smell flowers, eat ice cream... if that was possible, that would be nice!

I choose to give it a try. No idea when - or if - you might ask for Lily again! So, I react. I move. Sit up. I twist my head, try to face you, and try to mouth the words: "Yes, I'm here. Lily is here. Please let me out!"

Oh, I'll be so pale when you'll have freed me! I'll need sunglasses at first, and a wig, dentures... But I know, that even without arms I will not be a freak anymore! Just a very buxom armless girl. Yeah, and with luscious lips. Maybe bloated to twice their old, boring size or so! Oh my, I can't wait to see Lily again!

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