The silicone collapsed, leaving a sudden, hollow drop that made his breath catch, before surging outward into a new shape. A steep curve, aggressively thick at the base. He rolled his hips against it, feeling the stranger's frantic, uneven rhythm feed through the sync.
He dragged his thumb across the screen. *Randomize*.
The toy deflated and warped. Long, uncomfortably slim, moving with a lazy, dragging pace. Alex gritted his teeth, chasing the friction, but the high wasn't there. The shock of the new had already worn off.
He hit it again. *Randomize*.
It had only been three days since the prompt first popped up. Marco had logged off early, the long-distance sync dropping dead, leaving Alex aching and grinding down on inert silicone. *Activity detected. No match active. Randomize?* A mindless tap. A violent, sudden reconfiguration of the toy with a stranger's live data. The sheer, anonymous jolt of it had hooked him instantly.
The silicone swelled again, cutting off his train of thought as it filled him.
This one was jarring—blunt, misaligned, and brutally fast. Alex dropped his weight onto it, a raw sound tearing out of his throat as the awkward angle hit a spot Marco’s custom scan never reached. He rode it hard, sweat slipping down his ribs, completely consumed by the erratic, selfish thrusts of whoever was on the other end.
His phone vibrated against his palm.
*Marco: miss you. want to sync tonight? i can stay up late*
Alex stared at the bright bubble of text. The toy jolted under him, a deep, uncoordinated thrust that bowed his spine.
*maybe later. tired today ❤️*
He sent it without pausing his hips.
Inside him, the stranger's pace shifted. The chaotic thrusting smoothed into a frantic, stuttering blur. Alex recognized the cadence instantly. He let his head fall back as the toy drove deep to the hilt, locking its base flush against him with a heavy, mechanical finality.
One thick pulse throbbed against his prostate. Then another.
Heavy, synthetic heat flooded his gut. Alex gasped, his stomach clenching on pure instinct as the warm fluid pumped into him in deep, rhythmic bursts. He ground down against the base, riding out the sheer physical weight of the breeding, his knuckles bone-white where he gripped the edge of the desk. Every heavy pulse buried him a little deeper, the heat soaking into him until his legs shook.
The connection dropped. The silicone went slack.
Alex lifted himself with a wet, heavy sound, his thighs trembling. The synthetic load slipped out thick and warm, sliding down the shaft and pooling against his hand when he reached back to steady himself.
*Marco: love you. really miss your body tonight*
Alex stared at the screen, his chest heaving, his fingers slick with a stranger’s mess. The hollow ache was already clawing its way back up, demanding the next shock, the next shape, the next rush.
He wiped his hand blindly on a discarded towel, climbed right back over the dripping toy, and sank his weight down.
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