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He'd read the brochure and tried to wade through the advertising double talk. He was a hard worker, and he'd been paid well for years, but this was his first vacation in far too long. So he decided to go top shelf. Cost was no object. And it was clear from the first moment that he'd get what he paid for. The service was exquisite, and the room was utterly majestic. He flopped onto the couch in the room, which was more comfortable than his bed at home, and pulled out his laptop. He always liked to get on the local network first thing, with both his phone and laptop. That way he wasn't jumping through technical hoops later when he just wanted to surf the net. There was a longer than average list of pages that needed approval, but once he'd agreed to a few hundred paragraphs of user agreements, he was all set. He left the laptop on, just in case there were software updates that needed to be downloaded. Then he headed out to check out the pool.

If he read the agreements, he might have seen the clause about allowing the hotel AI to access and assess “all contents, connections, communications, and logs of all connected devices for the purposes of developing a guest profile.” The automated system hopped onto his laptop and phone. It reviewed all of his browsing history, all of his search history, some long text message threads,  and one half written RP response. If he'd known just how thorough the violation of his privacy would be, he might have said no. But for better or worse, it did get a very clear picture of him and his “interests” from the analysis. 

That evening, after a full day of enjoying the amenities–and the many hot bodies on full display–he returned to the room for a relaxing night in. He was about to grab his laptop for some “viewing material” when there was a knock at the door. Odd. He wasn't expecting anyone.

When he answered the door, it was one of the sharply dressed bellhops. He was holding a green gift box about the size of a Rubik's cube that was tied shut with a gold ribbon.

“What's this?” he asked, taking the box.

Our automated system made this selection from our room service menu on your behalf.”

“Oh, no, I ate already.”

“This would be from our ‘diversions’ menu. Enjoy.”

The bellhop left him to puzzle over the box. He almost tossed it on the end table and forgot about it, but curiosity eventually got the better of him and he decided the internet could wait. He tugged the gold ribbon and pulled it free, then slid the lid from the box. He wasn't sure what he was expecting to find inside, but a flesh tone ball was definitely not at the top of his list. He pulled it from the box. It was glossy, smooth, and felt kind of heavy for its size. Sort of like a ripe peach. It was also, oddly enough, warm. Beneath it he found a folded note.

Our automated system thought you would enjoy this puzzle. Solve it and it is yours.

“A puzzle ball? Okay, let's see what we have here.”

The ball at first seemed featureless. Just a smooth, tan-colored ball. But when he turned it over there was a little dimple. Experimentally, he pressed the dimple. Nothing obvious happened, but it did give a little. Some more pressure gave him an idea of just how springy the ball was. It was about as firm as a squash ball. He gave it a harder press and two things happened. First, the dimple seemed to spread open a bit under his finger. Second, the ball quivered.

“Okay, making progress. Obviously I have to slide my finger in there.”

He gave his pinky a lick. The dimple was very tight. Way too small for any other finger to fit inside, and probably not even the pinky without the lubrication. He started to screw his finger back and forth, working it deeper. The ball quivered more and more as his finger worked its way in. Twice he had to relent and lick his finger a little more, but with just a bit more force, he managed to pop his entire pinky inside.

“Now what?” he mused, holding up his pinky with the puzzle ball perched on top of it like a finger puppet.

It felt nice inside. Tight and slick and squishy. And every little curl or wiggle of his finger made it quiver all the more violently. Then, with an experimental clawing motion, the quivering reached a tipping point. The whole ball wobbled. Then, with a rubbery FWUMP it tripled in size, from a peach to nearly a basketball. It popped off his finger and bounced with a hollow, reverberating sound on the floor.

“Whoa,” he exclaimed, chasing it down. “That was cool.”

He picked it up. It was still easy to handle, but it felt much heavier. The smooth, glossy surface squished under his grip a little easier, too, like it was less taut despite having seemingly inflated. As he turned it about, he found the ball had gained some new features, too. Near the –now much bigger–dimple were a pair of what looked like decals or designs of the bottoms of feet. When he spun the ball around an image of a rather handsome face with half-lidded eyes grinned at him. There were hand patterns on the sides, and below the face was a flat design. That looked an awful lot like a cock

“It's a sex toy,” he said. “Now we're talking.”

He slid his shorts down and gave his shaft a few strokes to fluff it up. With the ball propped beside him, he gently probed the “asshole” with his fingertip. Every little nudge and stroke made it wink. Now that was a sophisticated toy! Soon he was ready. He took the ball in his lap and lined his cocktip up with the button of flesh. Slowly, he started easing it down over him. It was so good... So tight and hot inside. He gazed down at the flat face and watched as it blushed deeper and deeper with each squeaky, bouncy thrust. That was a nice touch, too. He gripped it tight, his hand sliding over the smooth surface as he started to sweat. As he looked into the flat face, he imagined this really was a hunk, somehow smushed into a ball. Helpless. His to play with. The thought drove him wild.

Almost before he was ready, he found himself tipping over the edge. He doubled over, wrapping himself around the ball to drive himself deeper, and grunted and shivered through an orgasm. It wasn't until his mind started to slip into post-nut clarity that he noticed there was a new, rubbery creek coming from the ball. He leaned back and held it up to investigate. The “design” of the cock was much more dimensional than he remembered. He held it closer and squinted. In fact, was it getting thicker?

FWAP

With the sound like a slingshot firing, the cock bulged back to full thickness, girth length and slapped him right in the chin. The face had changed, lips spread slightly, now suggesting it was an actual opening rather than just an image. And the cock was throbbing, warm, and beginning to dribble pre-cum. Was this… Was this a real man?

“Looks like I haven’t solved this puzzle yet,” he said in a hushed tone.

He plopped the ball back in his lap. Fair was fair. Time to give this guy his turn. After licking his palm, he wrapped it tight around the shaft and began to work it. First slowly, then gradually faster. As he did, he could feel a pulse thrumming through the ball, quickening along with his rhythm. This could only be a real dude. At the very least it was a real cock. And this wasn’t his first rodeo. He started to increase the friction and decrease the rhythm when he knew was getting close. A few more pumps and he’d blow his load… but a devilish thought came to mind. He waited until the very last moment, when the first few drops were drizzling out his tip, when he suddenly stopped and squeezed the end tight. Choking it off. The result was explosive.

An earthquake of rubbery rumble shook the whole basketball-sized sphere, then it creaked and strained violently. Finally–

POP

He was tossed against the back of the couch and found himself with a full size, full-weight stud sitting in his lap.

“That was a… novel solution,” said the breathless and frustrated former ball. “But you’ve still got a job to do…”

He took the man who “solved” him by the hands and led him into the bedroom.

~~~

An hour later, guest and puzzle were sweaty, exhausted, and extremely satisfied. The guest grinned face to face with his new acquisition.

“So…” he said, looking the man up and down. “You’re… mine?”

“You solved the puzzle,” the man said simply.

“Excellent… I’ll bet you’ve got some serious replay value…” he purred, taking the man’s hands in his.

“But for now, let’s put you away.”

He wrapped his legs around the other man’s thighs and gave each of the hands in his grip a short, sharp thrust forward. A familiar rubbery creak rang out and the arms neatly mashed flat against his shoulders. The guest gave the palms a few rubs to smooth them down, then placed a hand on the man’s face and shoved. It took some force and a few tries, like stuffing an oversized pillow into its case, but he was able to mash his upper body down flush with his crotch. From there, it was as simple as placing a hand on either of the man’s hips and vigorously rolling the man in his grip. Legs mashed and squished, reeling in a little more with each rotation. Before long, he was just a ball again, and a minute or two of rolling tightened him up to something even smaller than before, close to the size of a golf ball. He gave it a playful kiss, watched it redden slightly, then stuffed it back in its box.

After a few seconds, he picked up the phone.

“Hello, room service? Do you have any more of those ‘diversions’? … You do? … Great. Wrap up a full set. To go. I’ll be bringing them home with me.”