Chapter 41: The Waddle

Collecting the rest of the items on my list was a comedy I was glad no one had bought a ticket to. First I grabbed the black cocktail dress, the one that had undone Mike so completely at dinner, which was a choice I was not examining. I chose my favorite short heels, and by favorite I mean I hated them the least, but they were necessary because the look I was going for did not include sneakers and a prayer. I grabbed some jewelry, makeup, the new bottle of lube, the enema kit just in case, a spare pair of underwear I probably wouldn’t wear, and a Sharpie from my work bag.

My vagina still would not shut up about the situation. I checked myself, and the gusset on my panties was already soaked through. I contemplated if I had time to masturbate, and the idea of feeling the large new plug in me combined with my dildo and a wand was tempting, and I even thought I might be able to get myself off in under five minutes, maybe less, but I decided to wait. I wanted tonight to be about Tyler and giving him something that was unthinkable just two months ago. I knew it was going to be difficult, even wearing the new plug to stretch things out, and so I wanted to be as turned on and desperate as possible to ensure I did not back out if the going got tough. I took off my panties and used the pair I had been wearing to wipe myself up as much as possible before throwing them in my hamper. I noticed when I had wiped that my clit was just as excited as my stupid cunt and had also tried to entice me into a five-minute exploration of how things felt with a chunk of rubber invading my ass. Still, I ignored her as well and put on a fresh pair of panties, an older, thicker, full-coverage pair, hoping the additional fabric would contain the moisture until my body calmed down, and threw three more pairs into my bag in case I had to make additional changes.