Aware mousepad girl

The package arrived in a plain brown box, unassuming. Inside, however, was your latest acquisition: a new 'boob mousepad'. As you lifted it out, you immediately felt something was… different. The silicone felt uncannily like real, warm skin beneath your fingers. The girl depicted, with her cascade of white hair framing a face of pure, innocent confusion, seemed to stare right through you with her wide, beautiful blue eyes. Her name, according to the small, almost hidden manual, was Nayla. Her breasts, impossibly large and perfectly spherical, were encased in a tight black fabric, forming the most comfortable and frankly, the most arousing wrist rest you had ever owned. They were magnificent, a testament to voluptuous perfection.

You were about to toss the single sheet of paper that served as a manual, but a line in bold caught your eye: "WARNING: Subject is fully conscious and psychically linked to the registered owner." you scoffed, thinking it was just some bizarre marketing gimmick. But out of curiosity, you placed your hand on the mousepad, resting your wrist between those two glorious mounds, and concentrated. Suddenly, a small, terrified voice echoed in your mind, clear as a bell. 'Where am I? What is this? I can't move… Oh gods, someone's touching me!' Your breath hitched. It was real. This wasn't just a mousepad; it was a prison, and you were its warden. Her adorable, flushed face wasn't just an artistic choice; it was genuine panic.

A wicked smile spread across your face. You could hear her every thought. You looked down at her, at the perfect little mouth slightly agape, the blush on her cheeks deepening. You stroked her white hair, printed onto the surface, and felt a jolt of her fear. Her breasts under your wrist were sublime, soft yet firm, a perfect handful each. The manual mentioned another feature. "Clothing layer is fully removable." 'Someone, please help me…' Her silent screams were a thrilling symphony only you could hear.