Oops, A Misadventure Trapped in the Display Chair Novel – My mom, Linda Johnson, ran an adult novelty shop. That day, I was dead tired and took a break inside her store—only to end up accidentally stuck in one of the display chairs. When David from next door came in, he mistook me for the latest model of sex toy and actually started pulling my shorts down. … “Chloe, I need to head out and pick up inventory.
Can you watch the store for a bit?” “David from next door will come by later to settle his bill. The ledger’s in the cabinet over there and remember to double-check it.” I vaguely heard my mom’s voice and mumbled a response before drifting into a deep sleep. I’d been staying up late for days, working on my thesis. I was beyond exhausted so tired that I didn’t even go home. I just came straight to my mom’s shop, found a bed in the back, and crashed.
I didn’t know how long I’d been asleep when I woke up with a strange, uneasy feeling. I was lying face down, but my hands were restrained by something soft and rubbery. The bed beneath me had shifted into a shape that molded to my body far too perfectly. I could clearly feel my hips lifted high, my legs spread apart. I didn’t even need to look to know how humiliating the position was. The lighting was dim, as if my head was partially covered by a curtain.
What was going on? Panic set in. I struggled hard against the restraints, but no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t break free. That was when it finally hit me. My mom owned an adult novelty shop. This had to be one of the new erotic beds she’d recently ordered. It had some built-in erotic mechanisms that could only be turned off from an external control. I’d been so exhausted earlier that I’d just grabbed a bed in the storage area without even realizing it was the newest model.
I like sleeping on my stomach and tend to toss and turn a lot, so I must have accidentally triggered the mechanism while asleep. The single bed split from the waist down, lifting my lower abdomen and hips. The bed split in half from my waist down, lifting my lower abdomen and hips, leaving my butt sticking up high—leaving me positioned like a doll, completely exposed from behind. What was I supposed to do? I shouted a couple of times, but no one answered.
That was when I remembered—before I fell asleep, Mom said she was heading out to pick up inventory and had asked me to watch the store. “Linda.” Suddenly, I heard a voice at the entrance. David’s voice, and it was getting closer. Oh no. Mom had said he’d be coming by to settle his account today. I panicked and struggled with everything I had, but the restraints only looked soft. They didn’t budge at all. “Where is she? Didn’t she say today was checkout day?” His voice drew closer and closer.
He was only a few steps away now. Stuck in such an embarrassing position, My cheeks flushed bright red with embarrassment., and in my panic, I didn’t dare move an inch. “Is this a new model?” His words made my heart leap into my throat. The next second, I felt a pair of warm, dry hands touch my thigh. They didn’t stop there. They slid upward—actually slipping inside my shorts. It was scorching hot, and at home I naturally dressed lightly to sleep.
My shorts barely covered my hips to begin with. “Wow,” he muttered. “This feels pretty real. Even warm, too.” As he spoke, his hand squeezed my hips. The strange, overwhelming sensation made me clamp my teeth together, terrified to make a sound. If anyone found out that I, the girl everyone admired on campus, had been mistaken for a sex doll. I’d be finished. But before I could even process that thought, I felt his hands start to pull my shorts down.