Sex Toy: Fall Flat

Date: 3/24/2018

As with the gameplay of Human: Fall Flat , I was thrown into a strange and abandoned environment, forced to explore and solve puzzles to proceed further into the dream. After a bit of trial and error, I had solved what was meant as a sort of trial to the rest of the dream, according to a voice that came from somewhere unknown. The voice was a lovely feminine voice filled with love and compassion. Once again, similarly following the Human: Fall Flat gameplay, the ground beneath me split open, allowing me to fall (or rather drift) down towards the main area of the dream. Within this new area, I found myself inside a small home. As with the previous area, no other people were present. The house was small with two floors. I began to explore the house by immediately leaving the first floor and climbing up the steps towards the second. While doing so, I noticed the house was generally pretty plain. The carpet and walls were both fairly light colored, though a bit faded. Once I reached the top, I found four doors within a single hallway. There were two on the wall in front of me, as well as one on each end of the hallway. The first door I entered led to a nursery. A single baby crib was surrounded by a variety of simplistic toys and décor in pale and pastel colors. The walls were painted in a calming pastel blue. The next door down led to a small bedroom. I don’t remember much of the details, I just remember getting the impression it was that of a small girl’s, maybe one who was about 5 years old or so. After that room, came another bedroom. It was painted a bold cerulean with white trim. There was a white desk/bookstand sitting next to a twin bed covered by a blue comforter and a few decorative pillows. Upon the desk, a photograph of a smiling preteen girl. A few of her various study papers sat alongside the picture, as well. I figured that this must be her room. It was about this time that I realized I was going through a hallway of bedrooms not to girls of different ages, but instead to those of only one girl with each room representing a different stage of her childhood. So, sure enough, I opened the final door to find the room of an older teenager. It was a bold magenta painted room. A few various knickknacks and plushes stood upon a black dresser. The carpeted floor was littered with various clothes ranging from tank tops and jeans to panties and bras. Then I noticed the various dildos and vibrators lying on the floor next to the mattress (which had no frame with it). So, yeah, this baby girl had grown into a sexually active teenager. At that moment was when I first saw her in person. She walked through the door looking fairly beaten down from her day. At this point, she was more like 25 or something. She had become a full fledged adult. She immediately began to strip some of the more confining clothing she wore, as well as her pants. With a single flop onto her mattress, she let out a large sigh of relief. I stood there watching her, who acted like I wasn’t even there, or rather like my presence was nothing out of the ordinary. A moment passed as she rested. Then, she sat up, and crawled across her bed towards me. She grabbed me by my hand and pulled me down onto the bed as well. She turned me on my back and removed her panties. I then realized I was naked, but I didn’t feel naked. It was as though I was always this way, and that was normal. I thought nothing more of it. She thus began to grind herself on my face, caressing her breasts and gently moaning in arousal. While all this was indeed turning me on, it didn’t feel like she was doing this for my sake. If anything, I felt more like a tool for her own sexual pleasure, as though I was just another one of her sex toys. It was really odd to just lie there and feel used as she left my face and climbed to my crotch. Without any sort of verbal communication, no eye contact, she inserted my penis within her vagina and had at it. Another realization I then had was that, despite how incredibly turned on I was, I didn’t ejaculate at all. This whole process went on for quite a while and I was constantly erect. After she had climaxed enough to her satisfaction, she flopped over and panted as she lie on the mattress next to me. I still had yet to ejaculate but, for whatever reason, I didn’t care. From this whole experience, I felt this strong bond made between us, and it was all I needed to be satisfied. Finally, she spoke to me. It was her voice I had heard previously. She explained to me that I was a sex robot. I was built specifically, but not exclusively, for this purpose. Throughout most of the remaining dream, I did various tasks for her (cleaning, cooking, help tend to her 8-year-old brother’s desires/needs). None of the things I did felt any bit tedious or strenuous. I did them because I loved her and I felt this was the best way to show my affection. Eventually, my wonderful new life came to an ultimately depressing end. At one point, a policeman came bursting through the bedroom door while she and I were inside. I just recall being completely enamored at the time as I just gazed upon her. She was lying on her stomach, reading a magazine on her bed when we were interrupted. I was shocked and confused. She seemed to be more collected, though still a bit annoyed. The policeman searched her room for some kind of unknown contraband. She seemed confident that he was wasting his time, until her expression began to appear more anxious. That’s when I realized she did have something she was hiding and I began to grow nervous. She turned to me and asked if I’d go pick her brother up from the carryout store. I reluctantly left her alone with the authority figure tearing apart her room. When I reached the store, her brother was nowhere to be found. After I looked around a bit, I eventually gave up in confusion and returned to her house. I arrived only to an empty building. Her room, though still a mess, was void of people. There was, however, a small note. She had written it for me. On it, she apologized for tricking me into leaving for nothing, but if I had stayed while she was caught, I would’ve been brought back to the factory I was from to be dismantled. So, she asked of me one last request. She wanted me to leave and live the rest of my life in happiness, even if it meant finding someone else. I left the house, grieving over my loss of love. I drug myself on, into the rest of the world. I was able to start a new life, but never able to move on. I awoke with so much grief and heartache.