On her to school, Jennifer sat down next to her friend Becky. She clenched her legs while her vibrator buzzed a greeting.
"Hey Becky liswen I-"
"Haha, are you wearing your baby voice?"
"No, yes, look I need youw helf" Jennifer could feel herself getting hornier and her seat was getting a little wet.
"Don't tell me somebody stole your sex toys."
"No, if Kywe. He gawe me the cuwse. The -oohhh" The vibrator buzzed even harder as Jennifer moaned in orgasm. Jen stopped shuddering and looked up redfaced at Becky, who seemed to be waiting patiently for her to orgasm.
"The twanform ow dawe cuwse." Jennifer was a little annoyed by how much she slurred that sentence.
"He made me weaw thif viwatow."
"You think that curse is real? Don't tell me you blame your mouth thing on him too."
"My mouf?-" Jennifer tried to inhale but it wouldn't work. She panicked and grasped her throat, but air wasn't coming in. Suddenly, she felt something big being shoved into her mouth and down her throat. She found that she could breathe freely while she was sucking it. She touched the thing on her mouth and it seemed she was sucking on a really fucked up pacifier. It was tied around her neck with a cord, like it had always been there.
"This thing." Becky said. "You know, how you can't eat or breathe when you're not sucking a dick?"
"Mmmph" Jen buzzed.
"That reminds me, have you even eaten today?"
Jen shook her head.
"Well good thing I have a spare bottle."
Becky opened her bag and pulled out a baby bottle with a dildo sticking out of it. Becky aggresively pulled the pacifier out of Jen's mouth and pushed the bottle in. Jen tried to pull the bottle out and continue talking, but no luck.
"Mmmph!" Jen buzzed angrily. She spoke harder than she intended and ended up grasping her crotch to resist orgams.
"We'll talk later when you finish your breakfast, okay?"
Jennifer let out a sigh.
Jen spent the rest of the bus ride grumpily sucking the milk out of the dildo bottle. Having a dildo so far down her throat was really unconfortable but she didn't feel like throwing up. She figured the curse had removed her gag reflex. The milk she was sucking was warm milk, too and since the bottle ended down her throat she couldn't recognise the taste of the white liquid as milk either. The whole situation felt like swallowing sperm and knowing her curse it probably was ment to be that way. The baby-like aspect that the bottle had to it was odd, though. Was the curse punishing her for picking the smaller vibrator?
Having nothing to do, she chose to examine the dildo around her neck. It certainly wasn't a small dildo, and the pacifier end of it was larget than she'd seen on babies. This made sense since she wouldn't swallow it on accident she thought.
It wasn't a pretty dildo either, the thing was floppy, veiny and now covered in drool. The cord was at the right length for it to hang over her cleavage, like a really inapropriate necklace. On the plus side, the dildo was a bright yellow that matched the colors of her school uniform. She wondered if she had different dildos to go with different outfits.