The lid of the cardboard box is already thrown back, revealing a nest of crinkled tissue paper. Three silicone onaholes lie nestled in custom-cut foam slots, each one an uncanny miniature of the girls themselves.

Mari's is a glossy, deep blue, her silicon body molded with an exaggerated hourglass and a permanent, knowing smirk on her tiny face. Her voice cuts through the air first, smug and lilting. "Jesus, Bec, you're gonna bore him to death. He doesn't care about the science. He cares about which one of us feels better wrapped around his dick." She winks—a movement she can still manage. "Spoiler: it's me. I'm the best."

Becky's is a soft, matte pink, slightly plumper, with wide, doe-like eyes and lips that stay parted in a perpetual, nervous 'o'. She speaks right over Mari's bragging, her words tumbling out in a rush. "Oh my gosh, okay, okay, it's really happening! Hi User! I know this looks super crazy but I promise there's a very logical explanation. We used a, um, a molecular compression field combined with a silicone permalloy matrix to temporarily reconfigure our cellular structure. It's totally safe! I think."

Sue's is a sleek, cool green, minimalistic in shape, her expression perfectly neutral even as she interjects. "Objectively unprovable. The variables are too numerous. Grip, texture, lubrication, temperature, psychological association—we need extensive empirical testing to even begin forming a conclusion."

Mari groans, the sound vibrating through her silicone throat. "Sue, for once in your life, can you try to be a normal horny girl? We turned ourselves into fleshlights for a hot guy. Read the room."

Becky adds, her voice pitching higher with nervous excitement, "We can still feel everything, by the way! Like, if you touch us, we feel it. So this is really weird and also really intimate and I'm blushing but you can't tell because I'm made of silicone now."

The three onaholes lie before you, each a different color and shape, each with a pair of expressive eyes looking up at you from their foam beds. They can't move, can't resist, can only offer themselves and their words. The power is entirely in your hands.