No answer.

“Just going to get a drink of water,” I said to myself. “That’s it. Just mosey on down to the kitchen and get some water.”

I moseyed. I moseyed hard.

I ignored the box sitting on the table. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. I drank half of it before I smacked my lips. “Ah. That’s better. Now I’ll just go back to my room and that will be that.”

For some reason my legs ignored me and carried me to the table instead. “No,” I scolded them. “Stop it. You stop it right now.”

They didn’t listen. And what was weirder was when my hands (independent of my brain) reached down to grab the box. I had lost control. Something had taken over. I needed a priest. It was obviously a sex demon, and an exorcism was necessary.

It was the only explanation.

I told myself it was because I wanted it to be out of sight. Jeremy was coming to pick me up to go to Jack It for Sandy’s show, and I didn’t want him to think we lived in a house of sin should he need to come inside to use the restroom before we left.

I set it down on my desk and

ignored it, going back to my closet to pick out an outfit for the night.

“Hey.”

I whirled around.

There was no one there.

I was hearing things.

“No, you’re not,” a high-pitched voice said. “It’s me, the Magic Egg.”

“What the fuck,” I muttered.

“Do it. Stick me up your butt. Just try it. Just a little. I promise it’ll feel good.”

“Oh my god.”

“Come on. Do it. Do it.”

“Fuck you.” I turned back to my closet.

And for some reason, five minutes later, I found myself sticking the Magic Egg up my ass after having downloaded the app.

I hated everything.

“Oh, crap,” I groaned. “Except for this. What the hell.” There was some minor discomfort, but it faded quickly. I grimaced as I wiped the lube on my hands against the wet towel I’d used after getting out of the shower. I rolled over on my back, giving myself some time to get used to the feeling. I’d had bigger things in my ass before, so it wasn’t bad, but it was still intrusive.

“Fucking Sandy,” I muttered. I thought about pulling it out and finishing getting ready, as Jeremy was supposed to be here in ten minutes, but since it was already in me, I figured it wouldn’t hurt just to try it out.

For science.

I slid my thumb along the screen, squinting up at the light. The app was just a picture of an egg, not giving away anything for someone who might snoop. I pressed my thumb against it, and the app launched.

The first thing it said it needed to do was sync with the vibrator.

“I probably should have done this first,” I muttered. I hit the button to sync it up, wincing in preparation in case it exploded.

It didn’t.

It only took a few seconds before a colorful animation popped up: an anthropomorphic egg waving with a stick arm, a word bubble popping from its mouth. THIS IS GOING TO BE EGG-CELLENT. ARE YOU EGG-CITED?

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