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Today had definitely been one of the days of all time. You’d woken up this morning eager to start the new job at Valdivian that Sam got you, only to be fired less than an hour after you’d started. No, that wasn’t quite right; you weren’t fired, you were placed in “labor limbo” while they looked for any actual reason to fire you.
You’d made a Thiscord account so that you could continue chatting with Sam, only to have it immediately hacked by a crazy guy who’d sent a drone to your house and smashed the window of your front door.
Then it turned out that that guy wasn’t as crazy as you’d thought; because as soon as you’d put on the glasses he’d sent you, an attractive woman was standing in front of you going on about how you were now able to “Directly Acknowledging a Thing’s Existence”.
And on top of finding out that everything within your house is sentient, you’d found out that all of them were hot and apparently wanted to date you. Okay, maybe not all of them were hot, you’d only actually met four of them so far after all; five if you counted Skyler. And maybe not all of them wanted to date you. But come on, you’ve played enough h-games and dating sims to know where this was all going to go.
You thought back on the five Datables you’d met today, wondering if any of them were your type:
First there was Skyler, the personification of the Dateviators themselves, and she seemed like a nice girl. She had helped introduce you to all the others (though you had no idea how she’d known them all when she only arrived today), and seemed to enjoy the idea of you forming relationships with everyone; but you had no idea if she was even datable herself or if she was only there to teach you how things worked. Plus her whole “my lil' tum tum” comment had weirded you out a little, so you’ll need a little more time to figure out your feelings about her.
She introduced you to Dorian, the personification of your front door (all doors?), who seemed the least likely to want something romantic with you. He’d been very clear that he thought Love made things overly complicated and would prefer to keep things strictly friendly, but you couldn’t help but wonder whether he’d be interested in hooking up as friends. Again, you’ll have to speak with him more to feel things out.
After him you were told to bring out your phone to meet Phoenicia, the personification of your phone, who seemed to enjoy playfully teasing you. She’d really had you worried you’d missteped by calling her “your phone” during your earlier interaction, but the laugh she gave you afterwards was contagious. However, with how quickly she had to leave after meeting you and the mention of all the schedules and tasks she had going on, you worried that you’d struggle to find time in her day to really strike anything up (you were also worried about what you’d used her to look up).
You were then sent to go find Maggie, the personification of your magnifying glass, and she had been the most unique of the Datables you’d met today. The cute little detective had immediately caught your eye with her inquisitive personality, but you had the feeling she wasn’t the most perceptive when it came to feelings, so you’re probably going to have to show yourself as an intrepid investigator before she’ll notice you. She also kept calling you Gumshoe and you have no idea what that means, so you figured taking the initiative to find that out on your own would be a good place to start.
The last Dateable you met was Betty, the personification of the bed you were currently lying in (you still didn’t fully understand how that works), and she made you glad you’d spent a little more than you’d intended at the furniture store. Her plush body looked as soft as you know her bedding to be and she seemed to be quite interested in your love life; commenting on how you hadn’t brought anyone back to her in a while. She also didn’t seem disturbed by how often she’d have seen you masturbating, since your bed was the most common place for you to deal with your arousal; in fact, the way she’d looked at you made you think she was actively remembering a time you’d been horny there.
You’ve always considered yourself somewhat of an exhibitionist ever since you’d hit your breaking point a few days into a two week school camp, rubbing one out while the other kids were sleeping all around you and having the strongest orgasm you’d had to date (and then having an equally strong one the next night to make sure it hadn’t just been the multiple days buildup); so the idea that there has been an unknown number of people watching you masturbate, combined with the twisted eroticism that it was happening within your own bedroom while you were completely unaware, had immediately turned you on more than anything else ever had.
You were about to reach into your bedside table drawer and pull out your bag of sex toys when it hit you that they were probably interactable with the Dateviators too. Having the Dateables watch you get off is something you can get behind, and unknowingly having been using something that is somewhat sentient to do it is something you can excuse yourself for, but now that you knew about the Dateables you realised you wouldn’t be able to use your toys without feeling like you were forcing yourself on them; at least until you interacted with them and got their consent.
Using something that had already expressed an interest in you on the other hand… well, you guess you can go back to how you did it in high school for the time being.
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You looked down at your prepared bed and double checked that you had everything set. You’d figured that when it came to comparing your bed to Betty it made the most sense that the headboard would be her head, the blanket would be her clothes, the mattress would be her body, and the footboard would be her feet. You also reasoned that, since she’d mentioned sharing the bed with you, her ‘body’ must be on the side you don’t sleep on, so you’d folded your blanket in half so that it was entirely on your side and had removed almost all the pillows from her’s; leaving the one you’d bought to cuddle while you slept. It was one of those specialty mouldable ones that had some weight and substance to it to help you sleep better, similar to a weighted blanket, and you’d moulded it into somewhat of a triangular prism so that it had a flat base to sit on while also coming to a rounded point on top.
You started taking off your pajamas, slowly letting the fabric wash away from your curves as you tried putting on a show for Betty; even if it did feel a little silly performing a striptease for your bed, you wanted to treat her the same way you would any other lover. When the final piece of clothing hit the ground you turned around and bent at the waist to gather them up, standing with your legs slightly spread so that everything would be visible to anyone behind you, before springing upright with a little hop; making your round ass bounce enticingly.
You dumped the clothes on your side of the bed and picked up the moulded pillow, placing it at the head of the bed and running your hand over the headboard like you were caressing her face before finally climbing on. It took you a couple adjustments to find a position that was both comfortable and stimulating but when you did you immediately started rutting against the pillow; using a variety of thrusts to get yourself off while imagining it was her plush body beneath you. Sometimes you were treating her like a lover, grinding against the pillow so softly it was like a tender caress, and other times making it seem like she was just a common whore to you, pounding yourself against the pillow hard and fast enough that it was starting to lose the shape you’d carefully created.
Eventually, even the constant tempo changes weren’t enough to stave off your encroaching orgasm, so you decided to do something you’d been too embarrassed to do earlier. You leant forwards, adding more contact and pressure between yourself and the pillow, and pressed your lips against the headboard; making out with the wood as your body started convulsing as you came. You rode the orgasm out as long as you could until the sensitivity in your crotch became too much, and you threw your head back as you screamed her name before everything went black.
When you finally came down from your high you heard a frantic beeping noise coming from near your head as the Dateviators were violently vibrating on your face (when had you put them back on?). You turned them on and immediately a pop-up appeared in your vision announcing [A new development has occurred with the Dateable “Betty”]. You smirked to yourself as you assumed that that meant Betty had enjoyed your performance and you’d progressed to the next stage of your relationship. You flopped off the pillow you were still sitting on and got up to grab your phone off your bedside table; but when you opened your it and looked through the gallery, expecting to find the usual dating sim photo of Betty posing in a semi-erotic way or wearing a somewhat more revealing outfit, you were disappointed to see that it was the same as when you’d checked before going to bed.
“Maybe this is one of those scenarios where they’re actually wearing the new outfit the next time you see them.” You thought to yourself as you looked down at your bed through the Dateviators. You were surprised to see that you had a Dateable charge left on them, remembering that Skyler said you’d only be able to interact with five a day, but the shock went away when you saw that the charge indicator disappeared whenever you looked at something other than your bed. “Must be a feature to make sure you don’t miss out on your relationship progression reward.”
You know Dorian said that acknowledging a thing made that Datable quote unquote knackered, and Betty had been the most recent Datable you’d interacted with, but you figured the bed was probably the best place to interact with a tired… not exactly a person but close enough; besides, if this was an intended feature of the Dateviators then they wouldn’t put you in a situation of upsetting any of them. You looked towards the base of the bed, not wanting to see any potentially erotic clothing (probably some racy sleepwear) she may be wearing too quickly, and activated the Dateable charge.
The first thing you noticed were Betty’s bare feet and, while you were happy to see that she didn’t wear her slippers in bed (though it was her that she’d be messing up if she did, so did you really get a say?), your lack of a foot fetish meant you were going to be pretty disappointed if that was the only change. She’d also shed her fitted sheet looking jacket, so there was nothing stopping you from finally being able to see how wide her hips actually were or the way her already thick thighs spread out even further when pressed against the mattress. The bed slat designed corset had been loosened somewhat and you were wondering how she could sleep in that when you were suddenly hit with a horrifying thought.
You’ve had this bed for several months now and you knew extremely well how far down your feet reached when you were laying in it. You’d also seen earlier that Betty was only a little bit taller than you; so if her feet were that close to the bottom of the bed, on the side that you don’t sleep on, then that would mean her head had to be…
Your eyes shot to Betty’s chest and a few moments earlier you would have been marveling at how they were somehow still looking like two plush pillows despite gravity seemingly doing its best to affect them, but now you were looking for even the slightest hint of movement.
“Maybe she’s lying on top of it.” you thought to yourself, refusing to let your eyes travel any further up the bed. “All I need to see is the tiniest rise of her chest to know she’s okay. And even if I don’t actually see it, I’m sure it’ll cause her tits to ripple like a well spanked ass.”
But even as the thought crossed your mind you knew you weren’t going to see any movement, you’d already been staring at her for too long for her to have not needed to take a breath. You finally allowed yourself to look past the overflowing flesh far enough to see the ends of curly hair sticking out from underneath a pillow; the same pillow that sported a large wet spot on it from you riding it until you came and then continued to sit on for who knows how long.
You felt your heart start to race as the gravity of the situation started to sink in and you suddenly felt as though you were the one with the pillow on their face; feeling like you were suffocating even as you started breathing quicker and quicker in a desperate attempt to get air into your lungs. The world around you started to swirl and your vision darkened as you tried to remember the grounding techniques you’d been taught for panic attacks, but all your brain was able to focus on was the very thing that had triggered the attack in the first place; the sight of Betty’s still body and the lack of being able to hear her breathing.
The last things you were aware of before everything went black were a tanned pair of hands moving the pillow off of Betty’s face as someone else gently guided you down onto the bed.