You don’t know how you got here, & can’t remember much of anything but a rigorous process of consent sometime prior. You don’t remember much <you don’t need to>, but as the folks at this party needily stare at your semitransparent toy body, you think it wasn’t always like this.

The gazes feel nice, though. They fill you with pleasant feelings of usefulness, and you shake your thick, shiny tail in kind. A girl lines up behind and grabs it, and you smile back. You don’t feel entirely in control <and you don’t need to worry about it>.

<their gazes fill you with trust and calmness in the situation>. The thick, strong vixen in flannel hefts you into <proper> position. She’s thick, but your tight, overinflated toy body gives way eagerly. She’s cute, you think, and hope your body pleases her.

The rest of the party cheers her on. Squeak by squeak, you can feel her get closer. You feel a handpaw on your light maw. It grabs at your panting tongue and useless teeth, laughing at the vinyl saliva. <you lick sensually anyway, and feel content to show your sex toy nature>

It doesn’t take long for her to reach her climax. She hilts deep and seems to stop herself from sinking her teeth into your vulnerable neck. You can feel her seed splatter against the inner walls of your transparent belly with kinky, hollow splats, and everyone else can see it.

They cheer <& you are filled with warm, pleasant feelings of wholeness>. Her afterglow winds down & she slips out with a whisper of ‘Good toy’ in your ear that feels familiar. <it fills you with love, warmth, & purpose, & you crave to feel it again>.
the night has only begun

It continues like that until the sun rises. You feel your memory return in a fuzz, vinyl breaking way to your old hide. After the party stops and everyone has had their fill, they treat you differently. At the first signs of your change back, they ask you how you feel, get you water, food.