Asylum - the final chapter

A/N: This is chapter 4 and the conclusion to this story. There might be a sequel or an alternative ending in the future as I really want to do more stories with hemis. 

Next week's post is going to be a little bit different as it's not a single story but several smaller stories revolving around the same character. ;)

Ethan set it on his desk and sat back down, thinking how best to take care of it. He really needed to think of a way to refer to what remained of Lydia. It felt weird just calling it the body in his head. More pressing where he would put it when he didn't need to take care of it. His first thought was to pack it into his bag and take it back home, but he didn't want to have a former patient in his home. It would be easy to hide from any visitors, but he didn't want to cross this invisible doctor-patient line even though Lydia was no longer his patient. 

He decided he would keep it in his office for now. Ethan went to work, cleaned out the lowest drawer of his desk, then grabbed a towel from the bathroom to place down as padding. He looked at the improvised bed and decided that Lydia would like it. Being kept in a desk drawer was something she had fantasized about, but Ethan still couldn't help but feel bad when he placed the body into the drawer and closed it. 

When he threw the box away, he found a small package of nutrient powder and an instruction sheet on how to prepare it and how often to give it to the body. Ethan saw he would only need to feed it the next day, so there was nothing left to do in caregiving today. 

Ethan tried to go back to work, but his thoughts drifted to the living, breathing being hidden away in his desk drawer, and he had to open it several times over the day to assure himself that he hadn't just fantasized about receiving the box. 

Over the next two weeks, he took care of it meticulously. Feeding it on time, draining its waste and repositioning it daily to prevent pressure sores. Still, he didn't want to fuck the thing. He just couldn't imagine himself using it for this purpose, although he felt the urge to just do it because he thought that was what Lydia had wanted. Then he remembered her words and how she implored him not to treat the body in a way just because he thought she would want it. So the body stayed in the drawer for several more weeks. 

Taking care of it became a routine, and Ethan felt more like he was taking care of a pet than a former human. A pet that had slightly more needs than a pet rock but was just as immobile. It reminded him of sea sponges whose sole purpose of existence was passively taking in nutrients and excreting waste. Ethan had started to call it "pet" in his mind.

Sometimes Ethan got lost in thoughts, trying to imagine what went on in his pet's mind. How much of Lydia was still in there? Did she come to regret her decision to become such a drastically reduced object? She had never wavered in her determination when it came to pursuing her goal, but there was always a chance that what she had imagined it would be like and reality were two different things. In any case, there was no way of finding out, no way to communicate with the mind that was still present in his pet's body. 

After a particularly rough day, Ethan returned to his office to start the day's paperwork, even though it was way past his usual office hours. He loved being a therapist, but sometimes it took a toll on him. Ethan couldn't concentrate on what he was writing, and in a moment of frustration, he threw his pen down and dropped his head into his hands. He took a moment to calm himself down, counting his breaths until he felt marginally better. He glanced at his phone and saw how late it was, then the notification that reminded him to feed Toy caught his attention. He had completely forgotten about it today. 

He pulled open the drawer and found the Toy just how he left it - softly breathing and completely immobile. Without actively thinking about it, Ethan reached out and picked it up. It felt warm and soft and very much alive. He placed it on his lap and wrapped his arms around it, hugging it close. It felt nice, hugging a warm body even if it couldn't hug back, but it did little to ease the tension he felt from the stress. 

Ethan looked down at the body in his arms and slowly rotated it so its feeding hole at the top. The bold letters tattooed onto its skin looked back at him, almost mocking him with the obvious solution to his problem. 

Now that he was thinking about it, his cock showed more interest in using the Toy than ever. Ethan felt himself harden, and he got up and dropped his pants just enough to access his member while holding his toy with one arm. He sat back down and flipped over the toy. He was still not very hard but hard enough to insert it into the soft tunnel and feel its embrace. There was no reaction from the toy, at least not that Ethan could tell. He wasn't sure why he was surprised at that. It couldn't move after all. Somehow he had expected some kind of reaction like a change in breathing, but there was nothing. 

Again Ethan wondered if there was still a mind left in this thing or was the brain in its chest cavity was simply there to uphold all the vital functions. Ethan quickly pushed those thoughts aside because they ruined his mood. Instead, he focused on the feeling around his cock as he slowly lifted the toy up, letting his dick slide out of its hole but keeping the tip inside. He did this several times until his cock had firmed up and swollen to its true size. The hole stretched around his length, holding him tight all around like it was made just for him. Ethan savored the feeling. It was his first time using the toy, after all. Ethan wanted to kick himself for not trying this sooner. 

It was warm like a vagina and felt just like one, but Ethan noticed a significant difference after a few thrusts. A vagina was connected to a person who reciprocated the movements; there was feeling behind it. With Toy, there was nothing. There was no movement besides his own. It was like using a fleshlight, Ethan imagined. Pushing thoughts about how the body he was using for gratification was once a person aside, Ethan was quickly nearing his orgasm. After such a long and stressful day, the Toy felt incredible, and he could finally let go of all this built-up tension. He fucked into the headless, limbless half-torso, completely disregarding it was once a complete human. At this moment, only his own pleasure mattered, and in this mindset, Ethan shot his load into Toy. 

Breathing hard but entirely satisfied, Ethan pulled out and carefully set Toy into the drawer, ensuring it stayed upright so it wouldn't leak. He grabbed a tissue and himself up before leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes, enjoying the afterglow of his orgasm. There was still work left to do, reports to write, and casefiles to be studied, but Ethan couldn't care less. He was done for today. The work would have to wait till tomorrow. 

He got up and quickly packed his things. As he stuffed the files into his bag, his eyes fell onto the open drawer that contained the reduced torso. A pang of guilt made him hesitate. He watched the toy sit there, completely immobile. Only the slight rising of its chest indicated that it was even alive. It felt wrong to simply leave it there after they had essentially had sex. Ethan couldn't shake off the notion that this was a human being, and he should at least make sure it was comfortable. It was usually lying on its back or front, but now it was sitting on its bottom in a half-open drawer, slightly askew and leaning against the handle of the drawer above it. Ethan wouldn't come back into the office for the next eight hours. Leaving it like this would cause it considerable discomfort, he was sure.

Making up his mind, Ethan tore his gaze away from the drawer, closed his bag and left the office, turning off the light behind him.