The Young Woman Wrapped as a New Year Gift

"No, Mr. Larsen. Let go of me now. Paige is back. If she sees us like this, it'll be a disaster. You're her father, after all," I said, putting a bit more effort into struggling.

Mr. Larsen could tell I was trying to pull away. Though reluctance flickered across his face, he ultimately let me go.

"Sorry, Maxine. I didn't mean for this to happen either. It was all just a coincidence."

After he released me, I forced myself to stand up immediately, despite how weak my legs were. Ignoring the fact that he was staring at my fair back, I pulled my skirt down.

Overwhelmed by embarrassment and shame, I pushed open the bathroom door. Catching a glimpse of Paige just coming in and the lights still off, I hurriedly dashed into the bedroom.

Once I turned on the light, I looked in the mirror and saw that my face was completely flushed and covered in sweat. I quickly tidied up.

Soon after, Paige came in. After noticing my expression, she looked a bit suspicious, then burst into laughter.

"Maxine, you weren't having fun with your toys while I was out, were you?"

Thinking about what had just happened with Mr. Larsen, I felt a rush of panic and guilt. Paige could never find out about that.

I quickly pretended to be upset and said, "What are you talking about? I had a few drinks with my colleagues tonight since it's Christmas Eve. I told you that, didn't I?"

Seeing my reaction, Paige stuck out her tongue playfully.

"Alright, alright. I'll stop. I know how shy you are. Oh, by the way, I have to go out again in a bit. Could you give this Christmas gift to my dad for me?"

After saying that, Paige ran out. Before long, she came back carrying a large box and gave me a meaningful look.

Then, she said with a mysterious smile, "Remember, Maxine, this is a Christmas gift for my dad. There's a nice piece of clothing inside, so don't even think about trying it on. Anyway, you just need to do as I say."

After giving me instructions, Paige said her boyfriend was waiting for her and left.

The moment she was gone, my legs gave out, and I sank into the chair. As it happened, there was a puppy plushie under my skirt, pressing into me.

The spot it touched made my body jolt and my face flush bright red. I felt something was definitely off today.

As I thought about what had just happened with Mr. Larsen in the bathroom, I couldn't help but slowly reach down with my hand. It was also then that I noticed the cardboard box sitting next to the chair.

Curiosity got the better of me. Barely able to resist the urge, I pulled my hand back and opened the box. To my surprise, inside was a life-like silicone doll suit.

Next to it was an instruction manual explaining that this kind of doll suit could be placed over a mannequin or a large toy. By simply pressing a button, it could transform into a life-like woman, providing the ultimate experience.

The sight of the doll suit made my face flush even more, and I actually found myself feeling jealous of this life-like doll. At least she could be used by Mr. Larsen however he pleased.

Soon enough, the feeling came over me again. Almost instinctively, I put the doll suit on and zipped it up. Driven by some inexplicable urge, I remembered the vibration function mentioned in the manual and pressed the switch.

In an instant, even through the layers of clothing, I felt a uniquely stimulating vibration.

I was already all worked up and left wanting for more after what happened with Mr. Larsen. And after that little thrill just now, my body went limp, and I collapsed onto the bed.

But the vibrations continued. If this kept up, I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.

I couldn't take it anymore, so I forced myself to turn off the switch despite the stimulation. I was just about to take off the suit, but the bedroom door swung open before I could even undo the zipper.

It was Mr. Larsen.

I felt like my body was completely dehydrated. My mouth was so dry that I didn't dare move a muscle.

"Huh? Where did Maxine go? She's not here?"

Mr. Larsen glanced around the room in confusion.

From my slightly bowed position, I could see out of the corner of my eye that his predatory gaze was fixed on me.

"Since Maxine's not home, this must be the doll suit Paige brought. Didn't expect her to find such a big toy. Gotta say, this figure really looks like Maxine's. It's pretty hot."

Mr. Larsen approached the bed and placed one hand on the suit.

Argh. Not there. That was my…

The strange sensation made me freeze completely, to the point that Mr. Larsen seemed to genuinely mistake me for a life-like doll.

He kept rubbing. Before long, one hand wasn't enough, and he reached over with the other.

I had long since been overwhelmed by the vibration mode. The tingling, numbing sensation left me unable to resist parting my lips.

At that moment, Mr. Larsen picked up the instruction manual. After skimming over it, he actually pressed the switch.

The suit began vibrating automatically once more. This time, the stimulation was right between my legs.

Having already been so wound up, I was on the verge of crying out involuntarily. But then, Mr. Larsen began rubbing all over me again with both hands.

"This material is amazing. It feels so real wrapped around the doll like this." He clicked his tongue and continued muttering to himself, "I wonder what it'd be like on a real person. It feels so nice to touch, and it's even warm."

No longer satisfied with just touching me from behind, he started running his hands all over the surface of the life-like doll.

I had no idea how this thing was made, but it felt like my nerves were connected to it. My body was utterly overwhelmed.

Just then, Mr. Larsen suddenly spread my legs apart, positioning me with my rear raised as I knelt on the bed.

Then, he chuckled slyly. "Well, well, well, crotchless pants too? Perfect—that makes things easier for me. After what happened earlier with Maxine, I've been so pent up that I can hardly stand it. Now I can finally let it all out right here."

With that, Mr. Larsen unzipped his pants and moved closer and closer to me.