It doesn't have a mind of its own, and even if it did, it doesn't have any way to move itself. It's just going to stay there in the closet. That self-...talk seemed to help, and she found her heartbeat slowing and her breathing coming more under control. As she grew more calm, her rational side overcame her emotions, and she was able to think it through logically.It was no monster. It was just a chair. A high-tech, electronic chair, but still just a chair. A machine, and all machines served a. It was fairly narrow, certainly no wider thanher two thin fingers had been. She coated it with vasoline and insertedit into me. It was longer than her fingers, and I felt like I wasstuffed, but no real discomfort. Actually, the feeling of fullness wasquite pleasant. "Keep that plug in yourself for awhile," she said."Get used to having something that size inside you. My cock isn't muchbigger than that dildo, so if you can tolerate that butt plug, I shouldbe able to enter you without too. ------------------------------------------------------------*PROJECT REPORT 7-29-15 CLASSIFIED EYES ONLYAGENT CODENAMED MRS BROWN REPORTINGNSA20150540798CODENAME: SOFTSHIELDSubject's "cocoon" collapsed today, causing panic among the doctors.After some confusion, they cut the "cocoon" open and retrieved thesubject. Having seen subject on infection, I would have been hardpressed to believe that this was the same person. What had been a manin early middle age was now a healthy ten-year-old. I don't quite like what you made him say. It's too wordy for this simpleton. Any suggestions?"Just like that, they were back at the play. Anita had an uncanny ability to detect faults in a dialogue. Elizabeth tried to put herself in her protagonist's shoes. She thought briefly, then scribbled a short sentence on her tablet. Anita watched her and smiled. She pointed at a word, 'menace'."Don't you think that 'danger' might be better suited to his simple mind?"Elizabeth sighed and replaced.