(A sequel to Reductive Happiness)

“I hope it was good for you too.” Owner said as he stood up off the messy queen size bed and threw on a robe walking out of the room to prepare for his IT job in ”X” company doing “Y”.

Hardly.. Taylor the toy thought to herself as the vibrations left the room. It had been about 2 whole months since she had been bought from the store Latex Desires. Only a week prior to that she had the most amazing experience being transformed into the hunk of thinking silicone she or rather it is now.

The transformation was exactly what she had been looking for her entire life, she had never felt more sexy or complete and it only took magically removing her limbs and head. To taylor becoming a sex toy and losing her old human life was the best decision she ever made in her mind. Was..

“Have a good day darling. See you tonight for an after dinner romp.” were the last things owner said as he bolted out the door for work leaving the apartment in total silence.

Oh yay more lack luster sex. Taylor thought as she heard her owners old honda stutter before starting and driving off.

It wasnt that Taylor didnt love the sex or being used it was simply that when priced on the shelf of Latex Desires the thoughts of her future included more of it as wel as more hardcore versions of it. As son as she was fully latex her sex drive had sky rocketed and she was more excited than exer to have some one use her and blow what was left of her mind out by ravishing her sensitive silicon body.

That took a week..

..or at least 7 or 8 store openings. Turns out people prefer smaller toys. Things that can be concealed and carried out a little more discreetly than a latex human torso with giant honkers and a dump truck of an ass. Even blow up dolls can be shoved into packages the size of doughnut boxes and being hungry is a lot easier to explain than being a pervert.

Enter the right type of pervert. The type that is fully willing to carry a bag bulging with silicon of TnA across a parking lot in broad daylight. Only a few types of people are willing to do such a thing. People bold and out in the open about their sexuality. People hosting a bachelor or bachelorette party, those perverted weirdos that write or read internet smut on the internet, or oblivious nerds that found a new toy that they are excited to unwrap.

Taylor was owned and on the bed of the fourth option. The idea of having a super horny person to own you as a sex toy is great. That is until they are inexperienced horny people, then its a 2 month edge session.

Taylor would sigh if she . it could. The only thing worse than not being able to get off had to be the boredom. Mediocre sex 2 times a day followed by staring at a ceiling in silence. The most entertainment it gets anymore is when owner listens to music in bed every once in a while. His music tastes aren't even that great either. Who listens to only slow classical music anyway.

Taylor was frustrated again. If she could only come or if the madness building up in the back of her mind would only take her already she would be much happier. It would be happier.

Seriously this guy could at least leave a radio on for me or something, he treats me like im a living thin enough already he could prop me up in front of porn or  antiques roadshow or even a documentary on pencils or something?! 

...

3 months.

3 months of no orgasm, the same 1 minute 27 second vanila sex 2 times a day. 3 months of maddening 8 hour periods of silence.

Taylor was having a hell of a time remembering that she was human. Not that she was once human but that she traded it for this.

FUCKING GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKING NONRECIPROCATING MOTHER FUCKER. I NEED ONE. One orgasm and I will be so happy. I used to have so many and I was half as sensitive. How is he not building better stamina by this point? 

At that time Owner walked in, shucking off his tie and collapsing onto the bed. In moments Taylors only form of entertainment for the night was snoring softly as Taylor cursed him in her mind and wished she could blank out for a bit.

...

7 months in and Taylor was learning to deal with the silence very well. It wasn't real silence any more actually, it had friends. Little voices that popped up in her head that helped her accept her situation more. Thinking about it, normal humanity seemed so tiring now. Numbers and limbs plagued their lives and thinking about things to do must have been stressful. The voice that told her that didn't have a name but sounded so happy to T..Tay..

There was another voice too. Her name was familiar. Taylor, it grew less important by the day and she always seemed worried but oh so quiet.

Tay and the voice always talked about things like owner or owner. Another topic that they loved to chat about although a bit controversial was owner.

...

Toy no longer had 3 voices in its head. The quiet one disappeared at least 197 owner sleepcycles ago. As for the nameless one, Toy started to know what it was about to say before it said it. It wasn't long before they were talking in tandem and there was even less time until Toy stopped talking all together. Toy was happy to just listen. The voice had so many wize things to say. Things about acceptance and love and how Toy had an amazing life and that it didn't need fancy things like a name or thinking.

Toy knew that the voice was right and was so happy to stop all those silly things like thinking and wanting.However old habits die hard. Toy focused on putting all of its attention into how horny it was and when the owner came to use it. Life seemed so much simpler then and those empty periods virtually vanished. It was so happy to finally find its purpose, what it was made for. Everything was disappearing from its mind and soon it would be as blank and empty as the object it was meant to be.

The end.