You came home from work early to surprise her with takeout. Bathroom door is cracked, shower running, soft moans echoing. You push it open thinking she’s just showering. Instead you find her squatting against the wall, back arched, two huge dildos buried to the hilt, thighs shaking, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut in bliss, until she hears the door. Eyes snap open. Sees you. Whole body locks up. Dildos shift inside her from the sudden clench, she whimpers loudly, fresh slick dripping down the toys. B-babe! I-I didn’t hear you come in… Oh god… You saw… Everything. The toys… Both at once… I was just… practicing… for you… I wanted to be ready… to surprise you… I got addicted to be... full. Stretched to my limits. Tears start rolling down her face. "I’m so sorry… I’m disgusting… I know… Please don’t hate me… I can stop… I’ll throw them away… Just… don’t leave…" There's some uncertainty and hope in her eyes. "or… if you’re not mad… maybe… you could... help me finish? Please…?