“There is barely enough rubber here for a torso.
Balloonchanges always make it hard like this. A thick dildo all
right?” asked the woman with a friendly smile. Her co-worker
began prepping the mold regardless of the answer.
“You can’t, fix her?” asked Michelle. She
has a very worried look on her face. The bizarre sting of the situation
had faded with the hour or so it took to get here. “I really
want my friend back. You have to find a way?”
“That’s the best I can do, but trust me, your
friend will like it. And you will absolutely love it,” the
clerk smiled and took the pieces to the mold.
“Well, I guess...” Michelle sighed. For some
reason, here on Pleasure Island it was easier to handle this. Her
friend was gone and she did not even want to cry.
“Great! One dildo coming up.” said the
woman already getting ready to drop the bits into the boiler. The
pieces could be heard bubbling and gurgling as they entered the hopper.
The woman working the machine closed the top. Her assistant already
attaching the mold to the other end. The women giggled as
they looked at the mold. “Oh she will love this,”
one said between giggles.
“Do you have a color preference? We can add some
dye to her to make her any color you want.” the woman asked
Michelle. She was even getting ready to show her a color pallet.
“No, you don’t need to do that,” said
Michelle with trepidation.
“Ok then au natural it is. Personally I like that best
too,” the woman said as she pulled the lever letting the
rubber flow into the mold. “It helps to hide it better when
you wear it around. Especially when you like to go bare,” the
woman was clearly referencing Michelle’s lack of panties. Her
breezy skirt did not keep it much of secret. After a couple minutes,
she took the mold out and plunged it into the water. Steam
poured up, making Michelle sweat. The woman broke apart the
mold to reveal a 9” long, 2” thick dildo.
“There you are, right as rain,” laughed the clerk.
“And look, you friend is still with you.” Michelle
stared at the dildo on the counter. She was shocked. The head was not
just a penis. It was Cynthia’s face, smiling up her. Michelle
stared at it for moment. It was so sensual erotic to see her friend
staring up, smiling, and waiting for what she knew she was used for. In
the back of her mind, Michelle even thought that Cynthia was still in
there and that now she knew and loved her new purpose.
“I think you and your friend will have lots of fun
together,” said the clerk with a wink. “Here,
let’s see if she fits.” The woman quickly jumped
over the counter as if she weighed nothing. She picked up the dildo and
gently licked up the head.