I had seen Riku lay unconscious, before I pulled the ball I had copied for her out of her rear entrance. I had left her like this in order for her to enjoy the very last instant of the moment. Wrong or right, I can not say, but it is what I did.

While she lies on her back, recuperating, I had copied her original ball for her. It is quite simple, but takes time. I didn’t really worry she would wake up, knowing she would still be out more than long enough for what I had in mind.

Once the process of copying the ball was completed, I pull out the copy and walk back to her, inserting the ball as the instructions described it. Only this time I had picked up a tube intended for the rear orifice, slipping the thick, stiff rubber inside, knowing she wouldn’t notice it right away.

I had applied the gel that made it fuse to her, before I applied another layer of gel over her entire body, he membrane gel would seal the tube inside, and integrate it into the form associated with this ball.

As I look at her, I realised I could give her just a little bit more fun, so I inserted a tube into her orchid, then sealing it into her. These tubes wouldn’t let on, unless engaged. The first would be very tight, giving the sense of slipping into a very thick tube, yet being elastic enough to make it easy to slip a hand in or inset, or extract a ball. The other frontal tube would give her the effect of thick honey coating her orchid, from the outer rim on the mound, all the way inside. From now on, she would be juicy and slippery inside her orchid in a way she could never have imagined, as coarse as the rubber of her orchid may be. Of course, she would be incapable of preventing insertion, or pushing it out after the effect, which I guess would be a very curious and exciting feeling and sensation on her part.

Just for fun, I had to try it out to see just how it would feel, slipping my hand inside in order to extract the ball. I guess she was tight enough now. Feeling her slippery rubber around my hand as tight as could still be comfortable, yet it was so elastic I felt her around every knuckle and between every finger as much as I had dared to hope for.

Once I had managed to slip my hand in and grip the ball, I pulled my hand out, only to let go of her ball, just before it would have slipped out and reverted her changes.

At this point, I picked up the elastic gel, uncapped it and slowly painted the right palm of her hand, then each finger from the thumb to the final, only to repeat the process with the left hand. From here I moved over and lifted up her right foot, slowly repeating the process once more, then finished off by covering the left foot as well.

Once I had capped the can, I picked up the nail polish, uncapped it and started polishing her finger nails, from the thumb, starting at the top centre and continued right and left, right and left, before I managed to coat the surface under the nail as well. Then I continued by repeating the process on the fingers of her left hand. As I had done both the right and left foot’s nails I let go of the foot as I had finally completed the process.

The one detail remaining is to cover her with the gel, adding a new layer of the membrane that integrated the last changes into the design the ball is to impose upon her while inserted into her rear orifice. For some reason, this only works, while it is inserted into the rear orifice, no effect while in any of the two other orifices, though. Neither the Orchid not the Mouth. I guess that is just as well.

Only now I realised something, there is one more detail I had in mind, giving her, something I expected her to enjoy. With that I picked up yet another vail, uncapped it and painted the tip of her fingers, from the thumb of her right hand, finger by finger and then the left thumb, finishing by applying a layer of the membrane gel all over her, once I had given her all the ten little pads, sensitive as they are, to the tips of each and every one of her fingers.

As I look at her, I found the lightly pink rubbery pads on the tips of her fingers exciting me. There was nothing to do about it, but to wait and see how she was to react to my little gift.

Waiting isn’t much of a problem. I realised I had the time, so I went out to the kitchen and brought a batch of Muffins back with me, slowly chewing on them one at the time, once I had gotten back into our room, sitting on the seat to her desk.

Author's Note

Sweetie Belle's POV