Bryce stumbled out of bed with a hangover.  Most of the guys had already left.  David was just waiting for him to depart so he could start the restoration of the girls.

"Have fun last night?" asked David.  

"Um, yeah.  Great."  Bryce scratched his neck absentmindedly.  "Everybody else gone already?"

"Already?  It is almost 11.  You crashed hard last night."

"Well, to tell you the truth, I don't really remember much after the stripper showed up."

"Understandable.  You don't remember taking one of these toys, do you?"  David was curious to find the missing pocket pussy.  He had seen it before going to bed.  It had to be around somewhere.

"Um, I don't think so.  If I think of something, I'll let you know," Bryce said as he headed for the front door.  

"Sure, why don't you head home, get your bearings, and let me know if you think of something.  I'll keep looking."

-

David decided to restore the girls that he had.  He'd bring them out of trance and let them go home at least.  He placed them on the dining room table and started speaking the restoration script.  As he was restoring the group, he heard the trash can tip over in the kitchen.  Lara was lying on the floor next to it, apparently having been restored  by his voice while she was inside it.  

She was still deeply hypnotized, so David moved her next to the other girls and continued bringing them all out of trance.  He reinforced that they enjoyed their time and found their forms normal and exciting.  As requested, they would remember everything.  And so they did.

-

The girls had packed up and left, but Lara had held back.  She wanted a word.

"Was it everything you hoped?" asked David.

"Kinda.  The night was amazing, don't get me wrong.  I don't get why Bryce didn't, well, use me until the very end.  And then as a condom as he fucks another woman?  I don't know if I should be insulted or thankful.  It was so incredibly kinky and it was the best time of my life.  Possibly that was my fantasy deep down and it just surfaced during the hypnosis?"

"Possibly.  The hypnosis can bring to life fantasies that you didn't even know you had.  As for Bryce, most of the guys were into suggesting things for you girls but Bryce held back.  I think he was too much of a gentleman, myself."

"That would be Bryce.  Another thing I don't understand is why did I spend the night in the trash can?  How could that possibly fulfill anyone's fantasy?"

"You didn't enjoy it?" countered David, knowing it was impossible for her to say otherwise.

"I'd never believe it, but yes, I did enjoy it.  I enjoyed it very much.  Being that close to Bryce, and then spending the night as nothing more than a latex sack for his, well…  I can't really describe the feeling."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it even if it didn't all go to plan.  Sometimes you can't control where the hypnosis takes you.  It can take you very far and land you were you never expected to go."

"I suppose, but I do wish Bryce and I had more time last night.  It was such an amazing experience, but I wanted to share that experience more with Bryce."

"What if I installed some tiggers so you two could play on your own whenever you wanted?  Would that work?"

"Triggers?"

David explained that he could hypnotize her to return to hypnosis whenever someone snapped their fingers and gave a trigger command.  The command would take her directly to the programmed hypnosis state, just as if David was the one hypnotizing her.

"That, sounds like fun.  Let's do it."

-

Lara rode the subway, fantasizing about the triggers David had programmed.  A snap of the fingers with the trigger 'pocket pussy' or 'condom' or 'doll' would send her deep into hypnosis, just like last night. She'd feel natural in her form and she'd get to enjoy all of the feelings that went along with it while feeling owned.  She'd get to relive last night, but this time with Bryce.  She could  now role play all of her deepest fantasies with him and she couldn't wait.

"Remember," David had reminded, "he has to snap his fingers and say 'Lara' to bring you out of the hypnosis.  Make sure he knows this before using any triggers."

-

Lara left the train and walked quickly home, stopping only to inspect the wares in the window the sex store next to her apartment.  In the window was a stack of pocket pussy boxes.  The 'Lascivious Lara' model caught her eye, as it always did.  How many times had she walked by here?  Hundreds?  Thousands?  Did seeing her name plastered across a pocket pussy box every day of her life subliminally give her this fantasy?

Subliminal or not, the fantasy was real.  She now knew what it felt like to be this alternate Lara that was for sale in the window.  But she hadn't experienced everything.  She daydreamed about being in that box.  For sale.  In the window.

"Focus, girl.  Let's get home and cool down."

Home was just up the stairs.  Soon, she wouldn't live next to a sex store.  She'd live with Bryce and she wouldn't be returning to an empty apartment.

After a long shower, she made herself some tea and went out on the balcony to enjoy it.  The neighborhood cat noticed her and jumped up onto her balcony.  The cat was always around.  She didn't know whose cat it was, but she was certain it was mooching off the other neighbors too.  She was just one of many stops on its patrol.  Still, she kept some treats handy, never thinking that having these treats was likely the reason she was the first stop on its rounds.

"Whatcha doing, pussy cat?" asked Lara.  She snapped her fingers to get its attention while reaching into her pocket for a treat.  "Do you want what's in my pocket, pussy c-."

The trigger was immediate as Lara's mind and body returned to their hypnotized state from the night before.  

The pussy cat gobbled up the treats before pawing at Lara's new form.  Lara needed an owner to use her, but this was not an owner.  This was a threat.  Lara played dead, not that she could move much anyway, and hoped the threat would pass.  Satisfied Lara wasn't a threat to it, the cat picked the pocket pussy up in its mouth before bounding down the stairs for home.

-

Carl was having a bad day and seeing what the cat dragged in didn't make it any better.  He was watching the shop for his dad when he heard the cat come in through the back.  The damn cat had gotten into the merchandise again!  This seemed to happen every time on his watch and if his dad found out it had happened again, he'd kill him.  Carl had to clean this mess up quickly.  

The pocket pussy still looked brand new.  Like better than brand new.  This must be a new model Carl had never seen before.  He frantically looked for the box the cat had gotten into, but he could only find the extras they used for samples and store displays.  Those would have to do, he guessed, so he grabbed an extra 'Lascivious Lara' box.  

Carl slid the clear plastic mold out of the box, which would hold the pocket pussy centered in the box.  He pulled the two pieces apart, dropped the pocket pussy into the mold, but was unable to squeeze both sides of the plastic shut again.

"This must be a new model 'cause it sure doesn't fit." thought Carl.  He pressed down harder, noticing how the lips of the pussy were turning red  and then purple as he squeeze it tighter.  Straining, Carl let out one last "You must fit!" before he felt the plastic mold suddenly snap together.  Like magic, his command had become reality, forcing Lara to fit the mold perfectly.

Carl slid the encased pocket pussy into the cardboard box and taped it shut.  Carl placed the box on the 'Lascivious Lara' display in the store's front window.  One end of the 'Lascivious Lara' box had a cutout, which Carl positioned so the pussy lips were prominently displayed to all passersby.  

One crisis averted.  Little did he know it was another in the making.

-

Lara's mind cleared a bit.  At the moment she didn't have an owner and she desperately needed an owner.  She knew she was packaged for sale in a box.  She knew she was a 'Lascivious Lara'.  It said so on her box.  But had she always been a 'Lascivious Lara'?  That wasn't so clear.  She knew this is what she was made to be, but wasn't she something before that?  That wasn't clear either.  

Her thoughts were derailed by a possible owner staring through the window at her delicate folds.  And just like that, he was gone.  She was a pussy.  That much was for sure.  She knew she was a Lara.  She was sure of that too.  But was she once a girl named Lara or was she always just Lara's pussy?  And if she was always Lara's pussy, where was Lara now?  Did she care?

Another man stopped at the window and peered in.  Her 'Lascivious Lara' box may have moved a little as her pussy lips tried to jump and kiss the window.  They were so hungry.  She was so hungry.  Another potential owner moved on.

What happens if I'm sold?  No, what happens if I'm not sold?  That thought filled her with dread.  She longed to be bought and unpackaged and used.  But time and again, man after man looked in on her lips and still passed her by.  

This constant build up and let down was driving her crazy, until a hand picked up her box.  It was a large hand.  A masculine hand.  The hand placed her on the counter.  Her price was scanned and she was dropped into a brown paper bag.  Her owner carried the bag to the subway and got on a train.

The vibrations from the train flowed from the seat, through the plastic, and into her core.  She was pussy end down in the bag, soaking up the vibrations, wishing her new owner would unpackage her then and there. She wished this ride would end and she would be at her new home.  But it went on and on, stop after stop, until she didn't think they'd ever arrive.

And then she was picked up and carried down the street, up a few stairs, and through a door, before being tossed onto a mattress.  He pulled her box out of the paper bag, opened it, and slowly slid the plastic mold out.  Lara could sense the seconds pass as he just stared at her, encased in the clear plastic.  For a second, she was afraid he might put her on display and not use her.  Then, he popped open the mold and touched her for the first time and she knew this was where she belonged.

–

Lara wavered back and forth as the cock she was engulfing settled onto her owner's stomach.  She was still pulsating, still hoping for more, but knowing it was not meant to be.  Well, there was always tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that, until forever or as long as he would keep her.

As he fell asleep, without removing her, she had a flashback to the night before and Bryce.  And she knew then that she was more than Lara's pussy.  She was Lara, or at least, she had been that morning.  She remembered the triggers and the instructions, but with no fingers to snap and no way to say 'Lara', she was going to remain impaled right where she was.  Forever.