Butterfingers

"You got a package here, sweetie!"

"Oh shit." Seema whispered under her breath. "Okay! Thanks!" She yelled back, quickly kicking off her covers.

"You didn't open it, did you?" Seema panted as she joined her mother in the kitchen, a little winded from her sprint through the house. The aroma of her breakfast made Seema's stomach rumble.

"Of course not, that's a federal offense now, you know!" Her mom joked, flipping her eggs.

"Ha ha," Seema mocked. "Is any of that for me?"

"What kind of mother do you think I am?" She smiled. Seema reached for the toast sitting on the plate, "

After

you get dressed. I know senioritis is hitting you, but there's still a dress code at Faircross Prep young lady." Seema groaned, abandoning her pursuit of the buttered goodness in front of her, grabbing her package in its place. "What'd you order, anyways? Already spend

all

your birthday money?"

"Shoulda risked the jail time to peek!" Seema shouted back over her shoulder as she left the kitchen. She hurried up the stairs, eagerly closing the door behind her. She tossed off her pajamas, adding them to the cluttered pile of clothes on her floor. Before venturing to her closet, she hopped on her bed, cradling her package.

Her heart raced. It was finally here. She tore open the packaging, resulting in a shredded mess on her floor and a metal disk with protruding ringed edges in either hand. She stared at them, before scurrying to the ground to find the instructions in her tattered mess.

"Thank you for buying our Portal Play Disks! This state of the art..." Seema read under her breath, before losing patience and skipping ahead. Each disk had a button on it, one button was a circle, the other a square. She skimmed until she found the section she was looking for.

"To engage the portals, press and hold both buttons simultaneously for 5 seconds." Seema dropped the booklet, pressing both buttons. Her heart fluttered with excitement as the portals sprang to life. She rested on the floor, tentatively poking her finger inside the other. As her finger disappeared in one, it began slowly appearing from the floor.

Seema beamed. She wiggled her finger, watching it respond in kind despite appearing severed from her form. She touched it with her other hand, feeling the sensation in its entirety. She pulled her finger back, quickly rushing to the instructions once again.

"The disk with the square button is the wearing disk, while the disk with the circular button is the detached disk. To attach the wearing disk, slide into place while the portal is on, and then double tap the buttons on each ring simultaneously."

Seema giggled to herself, trying to silence the swarm of butterflies fighting their way up her throat. She slipped off her panties. She watched in awe as she lowered the disk into place, her cock transporting to the other portal bit by bit. Once it was completely pressed against her pelvis, she doubled-tapped both buttons.

The disk pressed to her pelvis immediately shrunk, sealing tight against her skin. She tried to slip her fingers under the tiny ridge to pry it off. Jumped up and down. Nothing made it budge. She continued reading.

"In order to disengage the attached portal, both buttons must be double tapped at the same time once again. Once the wearer's portal is attached, the functionality of both portals buttons changes.

Wearer's disk: Pressing the square button will temporarily alter the portal field of the disk, routing the wearer's urethra to the small hole on the back of the metal plate. This will allow the wearer to relieve themselves at any time.

Detached disk: Pressing the circular button will toggle between "exposed mode" and the pocket dimension. When in the pocket dimension, the disk will be completely flat, allowing for convenient and hidden storage. The pocket dimension will also continuously clean the wearer, allowing for 24/7 use. Lastly, the circular button will naturally glow green. If the wearer is on the brink of orgasm, its hue will shift to red. This is ideal for pleasuring your partner in locations you do not want to accidentally ejaculate on. Due to the absence of other bodily cues, this system allows you to stop and quickly relocate to a good location to finish your session with absolutely no risk!"

Seema tossed the booklet. It's not like she had a partner to play with anyways, she could just

feel

when she was going to finish.

Seema sat on the floor in front of the portal, eyeing herself poking up from the ground. It was surreal. She looked like a dildo she left out. She bit her lip, finally reaching out to touch herself.

She jumped at the sensation, almost letting out a moan.

Holy shit

, she thought to herself. Even just touching through the portal felt completely different. Seeing her cock out and detached from its usual home, touching from a different angle than she normally could. It was heavenly.

She gave herself a soft grip, slowly stroking up and down. Her eyes closed, letting her head roll back as she stroked. A drip of precum dribbled over her fingers. She twisted her hand, soaking her shaft as she stroked faster.

"Your breakfast is gonna get cold!" Seema snapped out of her trance, quickly pulling her hand away, instinctively grabbing a shirt from the floor and pulling it over her lap. Although with her cock detached and on the floor, her instincts didn't accomplish much.

"O-okay, I'll be right down!" Seema shouted back to the kitchen, taking a breath as she let her beating heart slow. She wiped her hand on her thigh, reluctantly pushing off the ground to get dressed.

She slipped on her panties, taking a moment to note how incredibly strange it felt to feel the fabric press against all her skin except her unit. Along with the complete absence of any visual bulge. Her uniform went on quickly, eager to return to her earlier activities. She probably had time to cum real quick before-

"Forget breakfast, at this point you'll miss the whole school day!" Her mom shouted up again.

"I know, I'm coming!" Annoyance pierced her voice. There was one thing she desperately wanted to try.

She picked up her detached cock, sitting on her bed. She bit her lip, slowly raising her cock towards her face. She could finally feel what it was like... She watched a fresh drip run down her shaft, so close she could see the flickers of light in its reflection as it traversed her throbbing shaft. Seema opened her mouth, the warmth of her breath causing her to pulse in anticipation.

"Seema! Do I need to come up there?"

"Ugh!!" Seema gruffed. "I'm coming, okay!?" She pressed the circular button, causing her cock to quickly disappear into the pocket dimension. She faltered for a second, feeling the strange tingling warmth of the pocket dimension envelope her. Pushing it aside, she grabbed her bag, tossed the ring in, and left her room with no small degree of attitude.

-

"Good morning, Seema!"

"Hey, April," Seema smiled, tossing her backpack on the floor beside her desk. April was her best friend. A short, curvier girl, with large round glasses topping her freckle-spotted face. Her brown hair was neatly braided per usual, resting over her left shoulder. They had been close ever since middle school.

"I thought you may have finally stooped to skipping class altogether." April giggled.

"I wish. Just had a slow start to my day." Seema exhaled.

"Well only a couple more months, and this place will be a thing of the past! What are you most excited about?"

"You mean besides leaving this prison in the dust?" Seema slumped in her chair, letting her ponytail drape onto April's desk. "I have no idea. I'm not really like you. I have no idea what I want to do. I'm not even sure-"

"He didn't! Are you serious?!" Seema clicked her tongue in annoyance. Her attention shot to the girl leading the prominent group at the front of the class. Mackenzie. Everything about her irked Seema. She was the school's personal celebrity. Everything about her was perfect. Flawless long white hair and beautiful skin. Extroverted. Cheer captain. Even her uniform seems to glow on her perfect form, always enhancing it with matching earrings or various accessories. She was the heart of the "elite" clique. Needless to say, a group Seema and April were quite removed from.

"Maybe not having to share a classroom with them?" Seema groaned, not bothering to wipe the look of annoyance from her face. April laughed.

"They aren't that bad. Have you even had a single interaction with Mackenzie?"

"Well... no... But look at her! She just oozes a superiority complex! Do you think she could even breathe without the lustful gaze of every guy in the grade? She's like... an attention vampire."

"Just because she's popular? I don't know, she doesn't seem all that bad to me..."

"What?!" Seema flipped around in her chair, "Not you too! My one and only friend, fallen to the dark side!" Seema pressed her hand to her head in feigned mourning. "It's just me now, alone in a sea of Mackenzie simps..."

"Shut up!" April blushed. "I'm just saying, if I had her... attributes, I wouldn't exactly be

discouraging

all that attention..."

"Please. She doesn't have anything over you."

"Except gorgeous features, a stunning body, loads of friends, even more wishing they were under her skirt-"

"Okay! That's plenty, thank you!" Seema sighed, turning back around in her chair. April took Seema's ponytail in her hand, twisting it in her fingers as she began to braid, each time pulling it out to start again. "She isn't all that..." She continued in a much lower voice, "Although I could do with a few more people trying to get under

my

skirt..." The constant warmth and subtle tingle of the pocket dimension was ever so slowly building her up. Especially since she didn't manage to finish before school. Her thighs clenched around the still peculiar absence between them.

"So

that's

what you're most excited about." April giggled. Seema's eyes widened, not realizing she had said that loud enough to be heard. She shrunk a little smaller in her chair.

-

Jesussss

, Seema thought to herself, eyeing the clock. 2:05. Could this day go by any slower? Seema wasn't sure if it was from getting interrupted before she could finish that morning, but her desperation was growing steadily. Just existing in the pocket dimension was enough to drive her frustration. The constant subtle warmth and movement as the dimensions swirled around her; it was like a hot tub jet on low, gently torturing her under the guise of cleaning.

Seema scanned the classroom. Mr. Evans was deep in his lecture. The class was still, either absorbed by the lesson or trying to hide their drooping eyes in their books. She was in the back corner of the classroom. The only person behind her was April, and she was too studious to distract mid class. Maybe she could just...

Seema reached into her backpack, slowly removing the ring with shaking hands. Just for a second. She'd only open the disk for a second. Just to give her a moment's respite from the unending, teasing swirl.

Time's consistency degraded with that ring in her hand. Every moment seemed still, but each ragged dart to the clock showed the minutes ticking by. Every moment of contemplation only built a raging inferno of need within the portal.

Seema pushed the button. Her heart nearly beat from her chest as her cock slipped into existence. A frantic wave of fear washed over her, pressing the disk into her desk, feeling her cock squish against its underside. The wood wetted as the sudden contact and exposure unleashed a spring of precum.

She had never known arousal like this. Mr. Evans' voice faded into a gentle ring and the low thud of her heart, feeling its pulse throughout every morsel of her face. Her cock was out. In class! Her eyes darted frantically around the room, while not allowing her head even the slightest movement. As if the faintest motion would key the class into her secret.

Despite her frozen body, her hand would not follow suit. It began slowly shifting back and forth, rubbing her pressed cock and balls against the smooth surface of the desk's belly. Her precum completely wet it in a few passes. She moved painfully slow, her body's need at war with her survival instincts. But it didn't matter. From being interrupted, to a full day in the pocket dimension, to her cock being exposed in the middle of class, slickly grinding against her desk? Slow was more than enough.

Her stomach tingled as her orgasm quickly built. She bit her lip, hard enough for the pain to silence the burning urge to moan and frantically grind her desk. She was close. Too close. Fuck! She couldn't stop! What about her cum?! Was she just going to spurt against her desk, dripping down onto her skirt and the floor below? What if it sprayed out past the edges of her desk. Her mind raced, the last remnant of her fleeting reasoning begging her to stop her hand. But her mind no longer held the wheel. She needed it, dealing with the aftermath came later-

The sound of dozens of chairs scraping against the tiled floor nearly jolted Seema from her seat. Her classmates shuffled papers and packed bags, uproaring voices replacing the monotonous tone of Mr. Evans.

Seema panicked, hands frantically searching for the button on the ring. So much so, she nearly dropped it in her fugued state. She finally found the button, her cock disappearing before she clasped the disk tight between her palms.

"Mmmmggg" April stretched, scooping up her notes and shuffling them into her bag. "You ready?"

"Mhmm, yep. Yeah." Seema didn't move, giving her body a moment to breathe, trying to fight off the adrenaline and coursing arousal. She thought the burst of arousal from nearly getting caught, coupled with the pocket dimension would be enough to push her over, but instead she teetered, the swirling tease holding her torturously close. Forcing her arousal to take the scenic route on its path off the edge.

"Come on, Seema!" April whined. Somehow she had teleported beside Seema's desk. She began slowly creeping towards the door, looking back at her teasingly with every step.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Seema grabbed her papers from her desk, trying to use them to hide the ring as she tossed them messily into her bag. She quickly flipped her backpack on, hurrying out of the classroom.

-

Seema closed her room door, resting her back against it as she slowly slid to the floor.

"Holy fuck." She whispered to herself, pressing her hands to her face, feeling the heat against her fingers. A giggle ignited in her. "Fuckkk! I can't believe-" her voice faded into a smile, thinking back on the day. She pulled out her ponytail, running her fingers through her hair as she calmed herself.

She needed to do that again. Something as simple as a precum-slick desk gave her a degree of pleasure she had never experienced. It was as if she had discovered touching herself for the first time all over again. She nearly squealed in excitement, quickly stripping into nothing. She let a soft moan escape her lips as she looked down, seeing nothing between her legs. She ran her hand down her stomach, shivering as it passed over the metal plate where her throbbing cock used to be.

She couldn't wait any longer. She rushed to her backpack. She pulled out her papers. She could feel her cock twitching and leaking in the pocket dimension as her hand searched the bottom of the bag.

It searched some more.

"What the fu-" Seema's voice faded, as anxiety began to build in her throat. She picked her bag up, pulling it apart to look inside while she searched. Still nothing. She flipped it over, dumping everything on the ground. She pushed around her papers and notebooks, frantically checking under each one.

"No way. No way!" She pulled open every pouch of her backpack, shaking it hysterically. She flipped open her textbooks, searching between the pages. "No way! No way I lost it! No

way

I lost my fucking c-!"

Seema collapsed to the ground. Defeat and numbness danced within her. She couldn't help rubbing her hand up and down the metal plate. A desperate plea for her throbbing cock to return. To be able to feel some residual pleasure from her hand and slip over the edge.

"Maybe I can find it..." Seema mumbled to herself. The ray of hope reignited her. "Yeah, it probably just fell out when I put my backpack on. The school is still open for a few hours for clubs, so I bet I can sneak back in there!" Seema jumped to her feet. She hurried to her clothes, her optimism building with every step.

Seema froze. The teasing warmth of the pocket dimension: It disappeared. Her body was rigid steel as her mind raced. Why was it gone? The answer was obvious, but she couldn't bring herself to think it...

Someone had found her ring, and pressed the little green, circular button.

- 10 minutes earlier -

Mackenzie slid open the classroom door. It was her turn for the after school chores. Every day, one of the students of each class would have to stay behind to put all the chairs up onto the desks and clean the board.

She groaned, tossing a piece of gum in her mouth as she got to work. The board went by quickly. Since it was cleaned daily, it really only required a quick wipe. Next were the chairs. Mackenzie started at the front of the classroom. A few chairs in, she was already winded.

"This blows." Mackenzie complained to herself. She hopped up on one of the desks, kicking her feet as she pulled out her phone. She blew a bubble as she scrolled. "I should've asked one of the guys to help me out. I bet they would've." Mackenzie blew another bubble.

"Maybe I'll text one of them to come back?" She blew another bubble. She was about to text them, when a glint of something in the back corner caught her eye. She hopped off the desk. She pocketed her phone, studying it as she walked closer.

She picked up a small disk with a glowing center. She eyed it, searching her brain to root out the cause of its familiarity. She blew another bubble as she pressed the glowing button on the ring's base.

Pop!

"No. Fucking. Way."