It's that time of year again. You keep your eyes closed, expecting the lewdest of scenes, but you hear nothing. Not even breathing. As you slowly dare to open your eyes, you realize that there's no one in your room, not even your teammates. Huh. It was almost too peaceful to be true. Then you notice an unmarked brown package laying on your bedside table; one of your teammates must have left it there for you while you were sleeping.

"Oh for fuck's sake…" you murmur to yourself, just knowing that you were in for something. Picking up the package, a note fell to the floor. Penned in an elegant hand, it instantly confirmed your suspicions.

Dear Xlth,

I hope you appreciate how much trouble this was to get, you would not believe the favours I owe my sister. That being said, someone was very insistent that I get this to you by today, so let her know she is in my debt until I say otherwise.

Please read the instructions before use. And I don't want to know the details.

W

P.S. Happy birthday, why didn't you tell me you dolt?

"Goddamnit Weiss, what is this?" You flop back onto your bed with a sigh, and carefully try removing the tape keeping it all together. You soon get bored with the meticulous wrapping and shred the rest. What lies beneath is a different story.

This was something that you'd never seen Weiss' family's company advertise before. Compared to the usual Schnee Corporation products, the logo is so small it's barely noticeable, clearly they didn't want to be associated with this…

It looked about 7 inches or so long, and greatly resembled a strap on, but with noticeable differences. There were dull lines along the side of the cock and a port that seemed to take in something.

"Fuck. What the fuck was she thinking?"

You turned the box over and rolled your eyes. You were going to get Weiss back somehow for this. But then you noticed something printed on the back. Provides wearer with authentic feeling, powered by Dust™.

"Seriously?" You're tempted to try it out, just out of pure curiosity, but you a nagging feeling in your mind drags you back to what Weiss wrote. Who asked her to send this to you? That would be a mystery for later, however, as you locked your dorm door and stripped out of your pjs to put it on. You skimmed through the instructions, filling it up with a bit of the red dust that Weiss had conveniently packed and turned it on.

The lights on the side lit up red, and suddenly you were filled with a whole new sensation. You were now very aware of the feeling of your artificial growth. Mouthing a "holy crap" to yourself, you wrap one of your hands around it and gasp at the sensation. You turn it off right afterwards, and promise to both thank and berate the heiress later. For now, you were going to hold onto this. You pack it into your bag with a grin, along with the different colours of dust and small bottle of lubricant that were included with it. Weiss thought of everything.