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Rumi honestly wasn't even sure what she expected to feel.
She had bought it on a whim, encouraged by how Zoey had talked about how some people found it eye opening; that it helped people settle into themselves in unexpected ways.
She knew she didn't mind having a vagina. Liked it, quite a lot actually. Penetration was one of her favorite ways to have sex, and she loved how much both Mira and Zoey liked indulging that preference. So, she really didn't expect buying a packer to do things for her.
Hell, she was so sure it wouldn't that she'd gone and gotten an inhuman one, just because she thought it looked cooler. It was a custom color, with two very pretty purples marbled together, and had a knot, because she knew that Mira secretly had a thing for werewolves, and thought it would be a funny surprise.
But here she was, standing in front of a mirror, stripped down to nothing but the special boxers she had gotten to hold her new dick.
And seeing that bulge was doing something to her.
She turned, this way and that, looking at every angle in the mirror; looking down at how she now jutted out. She slowly, almost reverently, cupped the packer, then squeezed and rubbed and stroked it, as the very thin line her brain hastily constructed to separate herself from this new appendage blurred, and then disappeared completely.
It was definitely firmer than she had meant to buy, making it look like she had half a hard on, and Rumi really, really felt like that should've been a downside, but it made her dick sit heavier between her legs, made it harder for her to forget it was there, and Rumi was very, very concerned this all meant something.
She decided to see how it looked with pants, so she chose one of her baggier ones to start. It helped a little, making it look less like a boner depending on how the fabric draped, and Rumi was, again, very concerned that she was disappointed about that. Just as an experiment, she tried out her favorite pair of jeans, one that hugged just right on her hips, and fell down to the perfect length at her ankles, and that was still baggy enough without slipping off of where she wanted it.
Fuck.
Her dick was there, unmistakable with the tent of her crotch. Not enough to be comical or look too out of place, but certainly not one she could ever set foot in public with.
And wow, did Rumi love it.
She loved that the tightness of the fabric held it to her body even more, that every way she turned kept her awareness on her crotch, that she couldn't help but feel big as some turns even showed a faint outline. She had never cared to feel big in her life, never had a single thought about anything she was currently experiencing, but now that she knew, Rumi wasn't sure she could ever go back. She definitely couldn't ever forget.
Rumi grabbed her dick again, and did an experimental thrust of her hips. Not that she had any clue what possessed her, but she did, and the way her clit had pressed against the packer made her for a moment feel like it was a real dick she could pump. The thought made her dizzy. She really ought to be concerned about these things.
She was in there for a long time, she knew. And she also knew that Mira and Zoey were in the living room, lounging on the couch, aware of what she had gotten in the mail, but kind enough to give her plenty of space to explore it on her own.
Though, right now, Rumi didn't think she wanted to explore it on her own anymore.
She took a long time to consider changing out of the jeans. As much as she loved the look and the feel, it was not subtle, and Rumi wasn't sure how her girlfriends would react to the lack of subtly. She was afraid that it would raise questions that she didn't know the answer to. Twenty minutes ago, she was quite confident this piece of silicone was going to do absolutely nothing for her, and now here she was more confident than she's ever felt and, frankly, extremely turned on with it sitting between her legs.
She chewed her lip, pulling out her phone and unlocking it, her thumb hovering over the messaging app, unsure of what she wanted to do.
A text popped up just as she was going to put away her phone, and Rumi quickly found herself smiling at what was sent. It was a quick little message in their group chat from Mira, checking in on her. Rumi took a deep breath, following through the memory of Mira teaching her a grounding exercise as she sent a text back, saying she would be out in a minute.
Right.
Mira and Zoey were her girlfriends, and they loved her, and she loved them. And deep down, Rumi knew that this wasn't going to change that. That no part of her exploring who she was would change that.
Before she could second guess that thought again, she opened the door, loud enough that the voices down the hall cut themselves off. Rumi took a moment while she was still out of view to adjust, making sure the packer was still facing the right direction and sitting comfortably. The first couple steps were a little awkward as she got used to the new feeling in the front of her pants, but it dissipated quickly the more she walked.
She stepped down into the living room, and knew immediately that both girls were aware she had entered. Their heads stayed turned toward the TV, the picture of nonchalance, but Rumi could tell otherwise. Still, she appreciated the space they offered her, and her hands only shook slightly as she moved further into their view, her heart beating quicker than she wanted to admit.
Time stopped moving the moment she did, as she felt both pairs of eyes connect immediately to her crotch. Rumi was very grateful her dick was fake, because it would definitely have doubled in size at the attention. Nobody moved, nobody said anything, and Rumi wasn't sure how to change that. But she tried anyway.
"How-" her voice cracked, her nerves back to trembling, "how do I look?"
Zoey seemed to find her words first. "Big." The word shot down her spine, reverberated in her head, and she had to swallow down a gasp. She really, really felt like she should have any clue as to why she wanted to hear that word so badly, but thinking became very difficult when she saw the slow smile that crept across Mira's face. Clearly, she did not miss Rumi's reaction.
"Very big," Mira agreed, and Rumi's stomach swooped as Mira stood up and came in front of her. Rumi wasn't sure she would ever breathe again when Mira gently, but firmly, gripped at her bulge, and leaned in to whisper into Rumi's ear, "how do you feel, tiger?"
A nervous laugh slipped out as the spike of arousal knocked out any brain cells Rumi ever held.
"Good," she breathed, and Mira chuckled in her ear, mercifully letting go and stepping back. Some of her brain function returned, only to slip away again as she realized Zoey had watched the entire exchange with her lip caught between her teeth. Still shaky and incredibly aroused, she admitted, "I-, it feels better, than I expected."
She was met with bright, wide smiles, and Zoey launched off the couch to give her a hug. "I'm really glad it makes you feel more comfortable."
"Thank you for suggesting it," Rumi hugged her back, beckoning Mira to join as well. "I really didn't think it would do anything for me."
"Well, it's doing something for me, so, happy we're all getting something out of this," Zoey giggled, and Rumi's flush was back in full force as Zoey did her own exploratory grope. "Yeah, it's definitely doing something for me." She held her longer than Mira had, and moved her dick in such a way that Rumi couldn't stop herself from thrusting weakly into Zoey's hand.
"Zoey," she whined, without meaning to, but the revelations of the past half hour were getting to her, and Rumi hadn't felt this needy in a long while. Both of her girlfriends' expressions darkened, and Rumi was equal parts thrilled and scared of what they would do to her. Mira got in close again, her hand moving on top of Zoey's as she pressed against Rumi's side and Zoey leaned on her front. Rumi was ready to downright pass out between them, as Mira leaned in to nibble her ear.
"Are you up for more experimentation?" She murmured, her words sending delicious tingles down Rumi's neck.
"We don't want to overwhelm you," Zoey said into her collarbone, as if every kiss she pressed to her skin and every squeeze of Rumi's dick didn't do exactly that.
"Y-yeah, I think so. Let's just, go slow, please."
"Of course, whatever you need, baby," Mira kissed her cheek, one only meant to convey her affection, and somehow it made Rumi's heart flutter the most.
Their hands roamed all over her, tugging or brushing or pulling in different ways, to see what elicited the best response from her. Never in her life had she felt this high; it was like she had never been really touched before now, in this moment. They've had sex before, a lot of sex, but it felt like Rumi's first time all over again.
"Here, let's sit you down, I want to try something." Mira gently tugged Rumi down onto the couch, and she was embarrassed at how little strength she had in her legs to control the descent. She immediately knew what Mira wanted to see, so she pushed herself towards the edge of the couch and leaned back, doing everything she could to emphasize the bulge in her pants.
"Fuck," Zoey was just short of drooling, staring down at Rumi.
"Yeah," Mira said, breathless, something that made Rumi exceedingly pleased. After Mira was apparently satisfied with how much she had stared, she sat beside Rumi, and pulled Zoey closer. "Rumi, would it be okay if Zoey tried to ride you?"
She's not sure she would be able to respond, given how dry her throat just got.
"Mira, you're a genius," Zoey moaned, grabbing for Rumi's hand and squeezing. "Only if you're okay, though." Rumi squeezed her hand back, nodding as she tugged Zoey forward. There was some shifting around to find the best placement, but soon they were both moaning as Zoey straddled her, pressing her core against her packer, which gave more and very necessary friction to Rumi's clit.
"Shit, this is so hot," Mira was curled into Rumi's side again, her arm snaked around Rumi's back to get as close to them both as possible. "Now, fuck her, Rumi, like a good boy."
If Rumi wasn't seeing stars before, she definitely was now. The new pet name drew a long moan from Rumi, helpless to her new very confusing but very, very horny feelings, as she grabbed onto Zoey's hips and tried to press against her.
Dry humping Zoey with her packer while they were both fully clothed should not feel like the filthiest thing Rumi's ever done, but it was, and Rumi took her task to heart. Both she and Zoey got louder and louder, panting and moaning and crying out, and Mira didn't hesitate to push Rumi even closer to the edge.
"Rumi, you look so big pressed against her," Mira whispered, "my tiger, my big boy, getting Zoey off just by rubbing against her." Rumi gasped, head absolutely spinning. She made it Mira's problem by seeking out her lips, and she eagerly reciprocated; a show Zoey enjoyed very much, made evident by the string of curses that increased in volume.
Rumi was drawn away from Mira when Zoey placed a heavy hand on her shoulder, struggling to bear her own weight as she got even more desperate.
"F-fuck, Rumi, Mira," Zoey bit out, hips rolling furious but sloppy against Rumi's, "I'm close."
"Come for me, baby," Mira reached out to cup Zoey's cheek, purring, as Zoey's free hand came up to grip Mira's arm, "come on her cock."
Rumi whimpered, biting her bottom lip and pushing Zoey down harder against her. She was rewarded with a downright sob as one, two, three thrusts had Zoey collapsing against her, groaning as she came. Rumi helped her ride out the high, Mira mumbling quiet praises to them both, before Zoey slid off of Rumi's lap to her other side.
Absolutely spent, Zoey flopped her head against Rumi's thigh, and with a soft, satisfied smile she looked up towards her girlfriends. "Wow."
Rumi was still panting slightly, flushed from neck to ears, and looking off with a dazed expression, as she echoed, "double wow."
"Was that okay, Rumi? Not too much?" Mira pulled her face in, leaning her forehead against Rumi's as she took in her expression.
"It was," Rumi's brain was struggling to comprehend language with all blood still settled downstairs, "everything, Mira."
"Good," she slowly dragged her hand up Rumi's thigh, giving Rumi a chance to protest, before settling back onto the packer, pushing it back into Rumi enough for her to whine again, "would it be okay if I got you off, like this, then?"
"Fuck, Mira, please," one of Rumi's hand found purchase on the back of Mira's shoulder, and the other into Zoey's at her lap. "Please jerk me off." Mira chuckled, dropping a quick kiss onto Rumi's shoulder, before unbuttoning her jeans with impressive ease, and sliding her hand back over the bulge. Rumi bit her lip, holding back a pathetic moan, her thighs trying to fall open more. The pants proved to be an obstacle, and there were laughs from the other too as she frantically shimmied them down her legs.
Mira wasted little time and cupped her again, pumping her dick a few times to get her squirming. She then ran her fingers along the side, teasing up her packer, and took a sharp breath in at what she found.
"Wait, is that..?" Rumi did her best to smirk with whatever faculties remained.
"Yes, its a knot. Figured you'd like it." Mira's blush deepened, her face matching her hair at this point.
"Ha, and I'M the freaky one," Zoey leaned against Rumi's arm more, where she could watch without getting a major neck ache. "Maybe this occasion calls for a new dildo. So Rumi has a dick to actually fuck us with."
"Hah," another spike of arousal shoots down to her toes at that thought. She'd used the strap on them before, many times, so why was this idea different?
Not that Rumi could even attempt any further introspection as Mira began moving in earnest, nipping and placing open mouth kisses to Rumi's neck while she did. The sight of Mira's hand on the bulge alone created sparks in her brain, and when she rocked her hips in time with Mira, everything beyond the two bodies pressed against her fell away.
"Yeah, baby? You want a new dick to use on us?" Mira's words ratcheted every sensation she felt, and Rumi couldn't stop the noises that came out.
"I'd love to be filled by you," Zoey stroked up and down Rumi's arm, a very grounding motion in wake of the heat in her gut threatening to overwhelm. Mira hummed, buzzing wonderfully against Rumi's sensitive ear.
"F-fuck." Her thrusts were losing rhythm fast, desperately chasing the climax, which encouraged an increase in pace from Mira's hand and in ferocity from her mouth.
"You feel so good against my hand, you're doing such a good job," she punctuated with a hard press against her and Rumi cried out.
"Such a pretty boy making sounds for us," Zoey whispered in her other ear, letting her breath ghost over Rumi. "How's our baby boy feeling?" Stars upon stars danced in her vision at every new pet name.
"Shit, good, so good, close," Rumi was all pants, whimpers, cries, and moans, her eyes unfocused and fluttering, every feeling and emotion and thought swirling and melting through what was left of her brain.
"That's it, tiger, let go," Mira purred into her ear, "give in to us."
Rumi held onto them, one hand on each of their thighs, clutching for dear life, as her orgasm built, every jerk of her dick wringing a gasp out of her until she had no breath left and she did a final thrust into Mira. She heard low and high pitched chuckles in her ear as she tensed, a galaxy exploding behind her eyes, and she came with a long, drawn out groan. She arched off the couch, then relaxed bonelessly back in as Mira milked her through the aftershocks. She felt kisses pressing into both shoulders as awareness came back to her, and a goofy smile settled onto her face in her bliss.
"How are you feeling?" Zoey draped herself across Rumi's lap, looking up at her and making her heart melt. Mira snuggled back into her side, reaching down to play with Zoey's hair as they both attentively waited for Rumi's answer. She couldn't help the swell of emotions that brought a mist to her eyes.
She had every reason, every assurance, that whatever she needed to explore was okay, encouraged, and even still, until tonight, the thought of doing so had left a sinking, poisoning fear in her gut. But now, as she laid here surrounded by them, moments after they had taken this new her in stride, with the packer in her jeans giving her a new sense of security, comfort, understanding, she thought that maybe it was okay she didn't have the answers to these very, very confusing feelings. She could just take it one step at a time. Grabbing hold of each of their hands, a single tear slipped down her cheek as she smiled so wide it hurt.
"Like me."