"Bump into...?" Konoka started, but it was just so difficult to keep track of anything now. She was now just taking in pulses of pleasure everywhere, in different ways. Some actually felt like what sex did, some felt like perfect shots of warmth chasing off a chill, and others felt like caresses and teases. When this first began, Konoka had felt overstimulated, but now she felt like she could pick out individual parts.

Well, if she cared to.

Deeper into a trance, Konoka felt anchored largely by not!Konoka's voice guidance, this pattern of pleasures, and little else. Absolutely nothing else registered to her, including the changing shape of the restraints (Konoka could tell they were changing, but only that). She could imagine a more human body with unfocused eyes, swaying helplessly to the stimulation, slowly becoming a vessel empty of thought.