His mouse hovered over the “initiate transformation” button. The idea of being owned and used was intoxicating. Did he really want this? He thought about about how it had felt to be a fleshlight. Being an it. The experience of not even knowing a name but simply being an owned object. Thinking on how being a fleshlight had felt was simply too powerful for Matt, he had to do this. He clicked to begin.
For a moment he regretted what he had just done. He was going to be nothing but a fleshlight! Already the pleasurable warmth was starting in his chest, but the knowledge of what would happen next made his cock hard. Soon he would completely helpless object and he resolved to enjoy his transformation.
He stood up and watched the room flicker out of existence while stroking his cock. He was back in Kyle’s room. The same unmade bed with musky sheets and the old fleshlight he was going to replace. The scuffed and worn fleshlight flickered out existence and he jumped into bed excited (and maybe just a little scared) to finish its transformation.
This time Matt the fleshlight noticed and was turned on by the little sqishing noises as its human body started to transform. It wondered if it would get to cum one last time or if stroking its cock was only going to make it a more helplessly horny fleshlight. That was a wonderful thought, it could either produce cum or be more eager to be stuffed with cock over and over again.
As it stroked it thought about its owner and hard musky penis filling its hole. It loved how its toes and fingers were merging together making it rub awkwardly with rounded stubs on its cock. It held its cock between rounded hands and then between the soft ends of its arms stroking all the while. It felt so very close to cumming but the remains of its arms slowly pulled away leaving it wanting and desperately clenching trying to pump out one last load, but only a little pre spilled out onto its hairless soft skin. It felt a desperate need, even more intense than it remembered from before, to fulfill its purpose. It wiggled and squirmed trying to stimulate its hole to no avail as its body became rounder and smaller on the bed.
Even when the black plastic shell formed to enclose its sensual synthetic flesh its hole kept pulsing and clenching with need for some hours and some joy.
Its transformation completed, the fleshlight on the bed waited for its master to return and fill it.