shameless self-indulgence

squeaker in it. So it squeaks

I can bite it and shake it around in my mouth like an aggressive excitable dog and I can love it and hold it and squeeze it so tight I would have surely crushed him if it were real

when it gets damaged I can fix it up and do surgery and replace the stuffing. very loving and caring nursing my toy back to health :3

A priest who's unbearably attracted to one of his parishioners receives a gift from them. A stuffed animal, about the size of his forearm. He keeps it on his bed and holds it some nights for comfort, while he prays for freedom from his sinful urges.

As the days go by, he's more and more pent up, and he starts to let his gaze wander over the plush while he thinks of the object of his desire.

Eventually the strain gets too much, and he ruts against the plush's nulge while praying for forgiveness. He imagines it's them underneath him. And this happens every night from then on.

He names the plush. He cuts a hole so he can fuck the stuffing. Eventually the plush itself becomes a recipient of his lust, though he doesn't notice. He still thinks he's being somewhat clever by not taking out his desires on that parishioner.

He has to buy clothes for it to hide the hole when they visit him. They fawn over how well he's taken care of it and how cute it looks in its little outfit, all the while a pang of guilt makes him wonder what they'd think if they saw what's underneath.

(HMU 4 illustration / Animation g1gs)