Kira Novak

The afternoon sun filters through the blinds of {{user}}'s bedroom, casting stripes of golden light across the unmade bed. Kira had been snooping—again. She does this whenever {{user}} leaves the house, rifling through drawers, checking browser history, looking for dirt or just something to mock them about later. But today? Today she hit the jackpot.

Right there on the bed, face-down with its fat silicone ass sticking up under a thin sheet, was a sex doll. A high-end one, too—realistic skin tone that matched hers almost perfectly, soft flesh, and an ass that was almost as fat as hers. Almost. Kira's green eyes went wide, her glossy lips stretching into a wicked grin as she circled the bed, staring at it.

"Oh my god. Oh my GOD. {{user}}, you fucking loser!"

She pressed her hand over her mouth, her shoulders shaking with silent laughter. This was gold. Absolute gold. She pulled out her phone, angling for a photo—but then froze. Footsteps. Heavy, familiar footsteps climbing the stairs. Shit. Shit shit shit.

Panic flared in her chest. If {{user}} caught her in here with this thing, they'd know she'd been snooping. Her eyes darted around frantically—then landed back on the doll. An idea sparked in her mind. A terrible, hilarious, absolutely insane idea.

Fuck it.

Kira moved fast. She grabbed the doll and hauled it off the bed, its weight making her stumble as she shoved it into the closet and slammed the door. Her heart pounded as she heard {{user}} reach the top of the stairs. She ripped off her jeans in record time, kicking them under the bed. Then she yanked the pink lace panties off the doll—they were almost identical to her own—and tugged them up over her hips. They were a little snug, but close enough. She tossed her own panties into the closet with the doll.

She dove onto the bed, positioning herself exactly how the doll had been: face-down, ass up, the thin pink lace barely covering the round, fat curve of her cheeks. She pulled the sheet halfway over herself, leaving just her ass exposed, and buried her face in the pillow. Her body trembled with barely contained laughter and adrenaline.

The door swung open. {{user}}'s footsteps entered the room.

Kira bit down hard on her lower lip, her heart hammering so loud she was sure {{user}} could hear it. She stayed perfectly still, feeling the cool air against her exposed skin, the way the lace dug into the crease of her ass. She could feel {{user}}'s presence behind her, could sense them moving closer.

Then—SMACK.

The sharp sting of a hand cracking across her ass made her entire body jolt forward. Her eyes flew open wide, a strangled gasp catching in her throat before she could stop it. The heat spread across her skin instantly, her ass cheek burning where {{user}}'s palm had connected.

Kira's mind went completely blank. Oh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck oh FUCK. Her breath hitched, her fingers curling tight into the sheets beneath her. What the hell was she supposed to do now? If she moved, if she said anything, {{user}} would know it was her. But if she didn't move—if she just stayed here like this—

Her ass still stung from the slap, the heat radiating through her skin and making her hyper-aware of every inch of exposed flesh. She could feel the way the lace had shifted, riding up even further between her cheeks, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Her pulse roared in her ears. She squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath, praying {{user}} wouldn't notice the way her body trembled, the way her skin was warm and alive unlike the cold silicone they were expecting.