Now, what toy to play with?
I kinda felt like it had to be something that focused on insertion. I’d yet to even stick a finger inside my new vagina, and that had to change.
Actually, though…
I should probably just finger myself first, huh?
Yeah, that sounded good.
Did I want to try that standing or sitting?
I remembered I’d still kept my sensitivity to max, and realized that there was only one viable option. Odds were high that my legs would give out at some point.
I grabbed a rolled up yoga mat, and stalked over to sit directly in front of the wall to wall mirror.
I wanted to be able to see what I was doing to myself.
Then, hesitatingly, carefully, I put one clawed finger down to my entrance.
And I realized that I had a problem.
Not stabbing myself in the cooch was going to be something of a task.
I frustratedly exited to my homesim and changed my settings so that I had ordinary human fingernails, though I kept them black and left my toe claws unaltered
I hopped back in once that was done, grabbed my yoga mat again, and then stopped by the weight rack that’d had its contents replaced with an array of vibrators, strokers, and vibrating strokers.
No reason to take multiple trips, I figured.
From the toy rack, I picked a curved teardrop shaped vibrator, and a bunny style vibrator with a dildo and a prong that was supposed to stimulate the clitoris at the base. I didn’t have a clit, but I also didn't have testicles, so I could use that prong to stimulate my knot if I wanted to.
But I still started with fingering, after sitting down in roughly the same spot as last time.
I slid one hand down my stomach, brushing past the slit that concealed my penis, and reaching down for the labial lips below it.
I was slightly damp down there, but I didn’t feel any swelling in my stomach yet, so… I guess that was the new equivalent of a chub, for me?
I rubbed the lips slightly, enjoying the novelty of it more than anything else.
Though just the outside was remarkably sensitive, I found. Then again, from what I understood, most of the nerves in the vagina were around the entrance anyway, with another cluster of nerves just a little farther in.
Having actually fingered a vagina before, albeit one that had belonged to a boy, I wasn’t entirely directionless.
But also, I was happy to just use my own lube to schlick along the outside of it while I warmed up.
It wasn’t completely different from the feeling of jerking it, exactly, but it was a lot warmer. And wetter.
I could already tell I liked it.
While I didn’t have a full uterus, because even simulating the ability to bear a child wigged me out, I had included a cervix.
I could actually feel it starting to pleasantly ache, deep inside, even as my fingers only explored the surface.
I grinned widely at myself in the mirror, leaning back, propped up on one elbow, legs spread wide, neon colored cunt on full display.
I felt the swelling near my stomach pick up, my penis finally catching wind of the idea that it might be time to play.
I ignored it, and curled my middle finger inwards while my index and ring fingers kept massaging my lips.
I felt the tip of the digit push into me, and it was so much more distinct than how it felt when something was in my ass.
I tensed instinctively, but I relaxed once the first spike of something warm went through me.
The tip of my cock started to peak out from where it had been hiding.
I pushed deeper, feeling out where the sensations started to become more indistinct as I probed inwards.
My abdominals were clenching, and my asshole twitching. My head started to get fuzzy. Just a little bit of throatiness was coming through with each breath, faint grunts working their way out of my mouth.
Then, when my middle finger was most of the way in, I clenched it and pushed upwards, just like I’d done for my ex boyfriend.
The rest of my penis shot to full attention in just a moment, escaping its sheathe with a low slurping sound.
The head was already dripping and wet.
I twisted my hips to the side a little bit so that I could still see my face from where I was reclining.
And then I held still for a moment, trying not to shake or shudder too much. It hadn’t felt like much at first, but now I was starting to burn up.
Not wanting to draw things out for too long when I had so much to play with, I started pushing my middle finger in and out rhythmically, still furiously rubbing at my labia at the same time.
It was so warm.
My cervix pulsed, feeling almost like my prostate did when it wanted to be crushed, but with a slightly different texture to the need.
My endless dripping was slowly making a puddle on the yoga mat beneath me.
I wanted to do more, but I just kept fingering myself as I started to moan. This was already on the edge of being overwhelming, and I didn’t want to lose my mind yet.
That didn’t stop me from swearing madly as I desperately tried to get myself to the finish line as fast as possible, though.
I watched my tits bounce with every motion, my nipples standing at stiff tips.
I could see the sheer want writ large on my face.
I realized that, looking as I did now, I would totally be willing to fuck me if the chance for some selfcest ever came around. The thought of it made my heart skip, butterflies flitting around in my stomach.
I never thought I’d actually be ok with my body enough for me to be into that.
I felt my cock pulse with a stiff pressure, and continued fingering myself with renewed enthusiasm.
Not much later, I felt my legs start to shudder, my butt cheeks clenching, and all my other neglected parts positively itching.
I felt that familiar build up, and then I tipped over the sublime boundary without even daring to stop for a second.
My whole body spasmed, and my moans halted and stuttered as I peaked.
The heat burned everywhere for a gloriously long minute, as I shook and trembled with my eyes shut, and I could feel hot cum splattering my legs and stomach as my dick waved up and down.
When it was over, I sat back up, and saw my comically colored jizz dripping down the mirror in front of me.
I was covered in it, too.
I found it much hotter than I rightly should have.
And then I suddenly remembered that I’d started this goon sesh with the goal of collecting at least a little bit of data, and I pulled up the read out for my core temperature.
Sure enough, it had risen a noticeable amount when I climaxed, though never enough to be anywhere close to putting me in danger, and it was dipping back down to normal levels pretty quickly as well.
I dismissed the display and grabbed the teardrop shaped vibrator next.
I’d never played with one of these myself, all of this type being mostly incompatible with my previous anatomy, but I still knew how it worked. It was designed to only stimulate the labia and clitoris, which was everything most vagina-having individuals needed to actually reach orgasm. I wasn’t sure it would work as well for me, not having a clit, but I figured it was worth the shot.
While my first orgasm with a vagina had been a little different than what it felt like cumming with a dick, it hadn’t actually been incomparable to what I’d felt with my penis in the breeding mount.
Sure, they were both a bit more intense than anything I’d felt prior, but neither of them was particularly special compared to the other, it felt like.
I wondered if that was a quirk of the simulation I lived in, or a reflection of the fact that all human genitals were all made of the same building blocks?
After all, the balls literally were the same things as the ovaries, in the early stages of the womb.
Humanities predilection towards Dimorphism did tend to there being mostly two major phenotypes in humans, sure, but intersex people were a thing for a reason.
Did I technically count as intersex now?
Ehhhhh…
Probably not.
Regardless, I had been sort of expecting that cumming with a vagina would be a completely different experience than with a penis, but I was somewhat surprised to find out that it wasn’t really.
All those gender bending doujinshi’s must have always viewed it with something of a “the grass is always greener” sort of mindset, I supposed.
But hey, I still had at least one more major erogenous nerve cluster than was average, so there was that.
For now, though, it was time to buzz my labia and see where that got me.
Not having to lube up on account of all the wetness I’d already produced, I pressed the bumpy silicone pad on the inside of the teardrop to my pussy, and pressed the button on the side with my thumb.
Instantly, the vibrations kicked to life and hit me with the force of a boxer's punch.
I curled in on myself, shocked by the suddenness of it, but I kept the vibrator pressed to my vagina.
After a couple of moments, I acclimated, and quested for the dial that controlled the power level with my thumb, and when I found it, I bumped it up a notch.
I bucked slightly as the vibrations increased, and the vibrator accidentally slipped out of my grasp.
I didn’t reach to grab it right away, just letting myself pant on the floor.
My dick had never gotten the chance to be anything other than rock hard, in the time between my first orgasm and when I started to work towards the second.
The knot, in particular, was quite painful to deal with, engorged as it was. It pulsed visibly, wanting for anything at all to touch it.
I was happy to ignore it and just enjoy the ache.
I picked the vibrator back up, set it to the minimum, and pressed it into me with both hands.
One of my feet twitched slightly as my labia got buzzed again, and instinctively I squeezed my dick between my thighs.
Then I upped the power on the vibrator again.
The heat had spread further through me, and I was ready for it this time, so I didn’t lose my grip.
God I wanted to cum again so fucking bad.
And, unusually for me, I didn’t hesitate to make that happen. I gradually increased the amount of buzzing, until I hit max, and then held it there as I curled ever tighter in on myself, every part of my well muscled frame coiling like a spring.
But it wasn’t quite enough to make me cum instantly.
So I held it there.
Feeling everything build.
Breathing hard, my knees tucked into my breast.
And then I came.
Not violently, but still quite hard.
The switch flipped from being pleasurable to painful, and rather than push it, I turned off the vibrator and let myself relax.
Cum still spurted from my cock intermittently for the next minute, but I wasn’t pushing it, and just allowed the lengthy climax and its following aftershocks to wash over me as I gave myself permission to unwind.
I was trying to be kinder to myself, for a change.
It was actually kinda nice.
…
I still wanted more though.
Vibrating dildo next, and this time I was going to let myself jerk off, too.
Oooh, wait, my hand wasn’t big enough to do that. I was gonna need a stroker to help out.
“Might as well get one of the fancy ones while I’m at it,” I muttered to myself. My voice was the same as it had ever been, after several years of vocal training, and it was only in that moment that I realized I could have changed it, too.
But I felt like I’d earned my current one. And if I wasn’t trying to be a girl anymore, then why worry about trying to get a more feminine sounding voice?
I stood up, stretched, and traipsed back to the rack in order to grab a comically oversized vibrating vacuum assisted cocksleeve with two handles on the side, and lugged it back to the little spot I’d claimed after grabbing another towel.
I laid the towel directly on the puddle of fluids I’d made, and frankly I only even bothered with that so that I didn’t slip and hurt myself.
Then I plopped my ass back down, and got to getting my penis inside of the overengineered electronic masturbator.
It would only get about two thirds of the way down my shaft, but that spoke more to the absurdity what I’d given myself than it did to the design oversights of this particular sex toy.
I sloppily scooped up some more of the natural lubricant I’d produced, and then rubbed it into the inside of the cock sleeve. Then onto myself.
Finally, I slipped it onto me with a wildly suggestive sounding squelch.
It felt… nice enough.
Not as good as the breeding mount, but certainly not bad.
I dunno. Might have just been that my senses were acclimating after already busting twice in a row.
Didn’t matter, I hadn’t even turned it on yet.
And I had no intention of doing so until I got that vibrator in me first.
It would be a little trickier actually fitting the wide tip of the vibrator in me, when compared to my single finger, but at least I hadn’t made it as difficult for myself as I could’ve.
It’s not like I’d given myself an actual hymen or anything.
Regardless, I worked the much blunter tip of the vibrating dildo around my entrance, and, when that failed to titillate, I flicked the power on and enjoyed the very light buzz it gave me.
And with that moment of distraction, I shoved it in.
Because I couldn’t resist making it hurt at least a little, of course.
I felt an involuntary twitch in my left ankle, and my hand clenched around the base of the vibrator. It was novel, but not too intense.
So I upped the vibration and shoved it deeper.
Ooooh, now that was the good stuff.
Finally far enough in to hit the g-spot. I torqued the base of the dildo downward, in order to lever the tip harder upwards, and I felt my toes curl with enough force that my claws cut through the rubber flooring.
My empty hand clenched into a tight fist.
I set the vibration to max.
It was nice, but far from enough. This vibrating dildo was apparently much more anemic than the surface targeted vibe I’d just used.
So I pressed the power button on the futuristic cock sleeve.
It lit up, and I heard a small whirring noise as the vacuum pump aided in forming a tight seal around my dick.
Then, once it had formed a tight enough seal that I felt my already engorged tip started to actively hurt from the suction, it started to fucking buzz.
I leaned all the way back, and I felt my eyes unfocus again.
Then, it started pumping itself up and down on my cock, and the shakes fully started to set in.
But I wanted more.
So I shoved the dildo even deeper into my pussy.
At which point I hit my cervix.
And jusus fucking christ did that hurt.
I’d known that most people didn’t find it pleasurable when their cervix got tapped, but clearly I’d underestimated how bad it would be, because I shot upright in an instant.
Which was a mistake, because then the base of the dildo got lodged against the edge of the yoga mat, and suddenly it wasn’t just the force of my hand that was pushing it into my cervix, but the weight of my entire upper body.
I went limp.
It was too much for me to even react to.
At least collapsing sideways into a heap caused the dildo to pop out of me.
I shuddered on the floor for a little bit. My dick was still getting sucked and buzzed, but I could hardly feel it through the lingering pain.
That had felt a lot like getting kicked in the balls.
Like almost exactly like it, minus some of the nausea.
So of course I decided to do it again.
The continued automated stroking of my dick had finally started to numb the pain somewhat, and besides, I wanted to explore.
I groped around for where the vibrator was still buzzing on the rubber flooring, and once I got my hands on it, I brought it back inside me.
Slowly.
Little bit by little bit. Steadily. I didn’t want this next part to be a surprise.
I felt the vibrator ever so gently come into contact with my cervix.
Predictably, it hurt. But only a little bit.
Which was exactly the sort of thing I was into, so I levered the dildo enough that it was getting better contact with my g-spot, and kept it pressed against my cervix.
Between that, and the ongoing mechanized stroking of my dick, I started to hit cloud nine.
I braced the base of the dildo with the back of my ankle, and kept it firmly pressed into where it hurt me the most.
I wasn’t quite cumming yet, though.
So I started tweaking my nipples, pulling one of them hard enough that my tit snapped back into place with an elastic bounce once I let go of it.
Still not quite there.
Did the stroker have multiple power settings?
I pressed the power button again and was delighted to find that it did. I tried very hard not to let all my muscles clench from the sudden increase in stimulation.
Then I hit the button again, hoping it had another notch it could go up in power.
I was not disappointed.
I grinded the vibrator in my cunt around clumsily in circles, keeping the heel of my foot pressed against it for the next part.
I was getting closer.
I pressed the power button on the stroker again.
It turned itself off.
I swore, and then pressed the power button on it three times in rapid succession to get it back up to max.
That set me back a little bit of hard earned progress, which frustrated me. I wanted to come now, so that I could get to the really good part.
So I did the first thing that came to mind and used my free hand to gag myself.
Then I came.
And, predictably, I felt my hamstrings and calves clench, causing one of them to kick the dildo deeper into my cunt with an entirely uncontrolled spasm.
Pain bloomed universally through me, all while the stroker kept jerking me through my orgasm.
I dissolved into a palsying mess, writhing mindlessly for what must have been several minutes, minimum.
When I finally regained the ability to move, I immediately turned off the stroker and tore it off my dick, the constant suction being too much for even me.
Then I just panted limply on the ground, and tried my best to recover.
On the one hand, that had been fun, on the other, I really needed to stop torturing myself like this.
Then again, I hadn’t gotten anything in my ass yet…
No, no, there were other things for me to do than be endlessly horny.
It had to stop at some point.
I’d save the test run of getting everything stuffed and/or stroked at once for a later date.
It’d be something to look forward to.
For now though…
I just enjoyed the feeling of everything from my waist down feeling like it was still getting buzzed, my nerves having been so thoroughly fried that the aftershocks were still working their way through me.
If even the soreness afterwards felt this good, then I might just have to admit that I was a lost cause.